Xuanwu Kingdom, Shanmen Town, Xiangjia Compound, Martial Arts Field.

The inky clouds squeezed the sky, hiding the scarlet eyes just now, as if they were about to fall, and when they raised their hands slightly, they suppressed the whole world breathlessly.

A group of eleven or twelve-year-old ignorant men and women in wood-gray practice uniforms were watching a dark-skinned teenager with bated breath and watching him practice swordsmanship.

Most of the onlookers were female disciples, and only a few were small and weak male disciples.

Although most of them have low qualifications and can only practice superficial martial arts, they are extremely respectful to the swarthy boy, and they sincerely admire the swordsmanship he displays.

The swarthy young man is Xiang Mo, his face is neither sad nor joyful, a face with Chinese characters as if it has been engraved, his facial features are distinct, his face is black and red, and his eyes under his thick eyebrows are shining with dazzling light.

Compared with the brand-new practice clothes of the disciples around him, his practice clothes were obviously a little worn, and the practice clothes sewn from coarse cloth were full of patches and threads, revealing that his family background was somewhat dilapidated.

Xiang Mo stood straight, his eyes looking straight into the distance, and he didn't care how depressed his dress was.

He is calm, calm, and calm, his little face is full of stubbornness and unyielding, his hands are hanging down his shoulders, and a thick murderous aura is bred in it, as if he can set off a bloody storm as long as he raises his hand.

A rusty sword stuck not far from his side.

"Here comes the sword!"

Xiang Mo spit out a breath of turbidity, raised his right hand vigorously, and the long sword inserted on the ground arrived in his hand.

As soon as the sword was in his hand, his eyes changed suddenly, and his eyes burned.

He stands still with his upper body, kicks up with his left foot to the right, twists his waist to the left, holds the sword in his right hand and pulls it up to the right, and separates his left hand behind the left.

"Huh!" there was a soft sound of breaking wind in the air,

The sword and hand stretched out comfortably, like a bird with wings soaring into the air, its wings rubbing against the air, raising waves of qi and surging away.

The whole action is done in one go, and the deep meaning is vividly interpreted, and the simple atmosphere comes to the face, containing indescribable sword intent, and the young boys and girls exclaim again and again.

Such a subtle sword move is the wings spread in Ling Dang's swordsmanship.

After the sword move was displayed, Xiang Mo did not follow the pace and hit the next move, but stood in place like a green pine, motionless.

Whether it is the wrist or the waist, it is extremely strong, and it seems that after countless exercises, it has been solid to the heels.

"Wow, it's amazing, it turns out that Ling Dang's swordsmanship can be so exquisite!"

"I thought the legendary sword intent was fake, but today I saw the display of Senior Brother, it really opened my eyes, it turned out that what the sect head said was true!"

"Senior Brother Xiang Senior Brother Xiang, can you teach me alone later, people really like you!"

The eyes of the girls who accounted for most of the girls in the field were almost peach-eyed, and they couldn't wait to immediately enter the house with Xiang Mora and share the bed with him to spend a good marriage.

"Smack...... Syllable...... Smack......"

Three abrupt slaps broke the atmosphere of everyone's amazement.

When the boys and girls saw the clapping people, they suddenly felt like their necks were choked by their throats, and they stopped their mouths in unison, and they leaned to both sides.

A tall figure squeezed in from a few weak male disciples with a few people, clasped his hands in front of his chest, stared at Xiang Mo with ill will, and said with a sly smile:

"Wonderful, really exciting, Brother Mo, little brother, I'm here to learn swordsmanship from you, you have to teach your little brother well, so that the little brother can also understand the true meaning of your wings, the little brother has been yearning for a long time. ”

This person is the grandson of Xiang Tianqi, the elder of the Xiang family, and Xiang Tantu, the son of Xiang Zhibing, the head of the second family.

Xiang Tantu, who is the same generation as Xiang Mo, has always been unkind to this brother who is a year older than himself, and when he was a child, Xiang Mo was still willing to respect the eldest brother when he was not abolished, but when Xiang Mo encountered a natural disaster, the meridians were broken and the bones were damaged, and he didn't even want to take care of it.

Later, he was vigorously cultivated by his grandfather, and his strength improved by leaps and bounds, reaching the fourth order of martial apprentices, compared to Xiang Mo, who was still struggling at the first order of martial apprentices, it was no longer the same.

"Yes, Young Master Mo, the one you used to spread your wings just now was...... It's beautiful, it's almost as good as our big rooster, but our rooster can still fly up to the roof, and you, you can only eat ashes on the ground, hahaha......"

A follower who followed Xiang Tantu walked in grabbed his duck throat and sneered maliciously,

"With two arms, I learned that the rooster flew on the ground, but I couldn't fly and could only eat ashes, hahaha...... It's hilarious, haha......"

The other attendants laughed and laughed as they spoke.

Even Xiang Tantu, who took the lead, had a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes like a falcon stared at Xiang Mo viciously as if he was about to eat people.

Xiang Mo took a deep breath, resumed his standing posture, and turned to walk outside.

He didn't want to be entangled with Xiang Tantu, not to mention that he was alone, and the other party was not good.

However, the few followers who had just danced and laughed suddenly jumped in front of Xiang Mo, blocking his way.

"What's the matter, Young Master Mo, do you look down on our Young Master Tantu, or do you think he can't beat you?"

One of the attendants said defiantly,

"If you leave like this today, how will our young master go out to meet people in the future?"

Another follower was not far behind.

"By the way, you may not know that we, the great young master, have been practicing this Ling Dang swordsmanship for four years just by practicing it. Tsk, the year of death! A ...... who was struck by lightning Young man, I have practiced a swordsmanship that no one has practiced for four years, and until now, I am only a martial artist, and it is really a shame for us to say it! ”

The third attendant patted his face and trumpeted Xiang Mo's past in front of a group of young boys and girls, spitting stars and flying sideways, and several girls who were scared retreated one after another.

Hearing him say this, the envy in the eyes of those girls who were originally peach blossoms disappeared, and they cast a look of disdain.

Some of them were full of regret, some were disgusted, and they whispered to each other.

"I really didn't expect him to be a scrap!"

"It's a pity that he has dark muscles, I thought he was very powerful!"

"Really, I almost did that with him, it's so dangerous!"

"Yo, you spring-hearted little girl, you almost pounced just now, if I hadn't pulled it, you would have suffered a big loss today. ”

Xiang Mo didn't want to argue with the past that he was paralyzed by lightning and his meridians were blocked, but wanted to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

Today's Xiang Tantu made him feel a hint of danger, even with his current skills, he would never be able to beat this little master who was already a leader among his peers.

At this moment, Xiang Mo keenly felt a whistling wind blowing faintly behind him, as if a beast was about to pounce on him.

He reflexively posed a movement, his left foot retreated to the left and stepped back into a left bow and right arrow step, holding the sword in his right hand, and continued to split from the top right to the bottom left with the retreat, the blade of the sword was downward, the palm of the right hand was facing outward, and the left hand was separated to the left with the momentum of the split, like a butterfly in a diamond, stabbing with his backhand, and the tip of the sword cleverly resisted the opponent's attack route.

Xiang Tantu's figure shook, and with a side-sliding step accurate to centimeters, the whole person rushed to Xiang Mo, and his palm slammed into his neck.

His palm transformed into a tiger head with the blessing of true power, and collided with Xiang Mo's long sword, making a loud sound of gold and iron.

The long sword seemed to encounter an unstoppable force, twisted into a bow, and constantly transmitted power to Xiang Mo through the curved sword body, forcing him to retreat again and again, his mouth was sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Such an exciting scene frightened all the boys and girls around them, and no one dared to continue to watch, but stood far away, pointing and pointing.

Xiang Tantu saw that he couldn't take down Xiang Mo with one move, and he was a little surprised, his whole body shrank into a ball, made a prostrate shape, and suddenly moved forward, jumped out of two meters high, and pounced on Xiang Mo.

"Tiger pounce!"

Xiang Mo frowned, but he was not afraid of danger.

"Iron Siege!"

Knowing that the momentum was unstoppable, he decisively pointed the tip of the sword downward, took the body as the axis, twisted the sword body and hung around the body, swinging a piece of air.

This wall seems to be invisible, but in fact, it directly envelops the breath of this space, forming an invisible but revealing aura of slaughter.

The long sword collided with the air wall, like an iron pestle hammered on the glass, and the air wall instantly fell apart.

Xiang Mo never thought that he had a long sword and a single action in the past four years, a sword that had been swung with the sweat of spring, summer, autumn and winter, but under this punch, he was completely defeated.

He couldn't withstand this kind of attack at all, and flew three steps backwards again, countless wounds were cracked on his body, and red blood sprayed out like a spring, and the whole person turned into a bloody person.

The defensive tricks of these two moves have been tempered by him, concise, coordinated, smooth and calm, but he didn't expect that even a fourth-order martial artist could not resist a single blow.

After receiving such a strong blow and being hit hard, he still straightened his body and looked at the other party indifferently, with ferocity in his eyes.

If it were someone else, he would have been seriously injured and lying on the ground to admit defeat and beg for mercy, but he could be different.

He doesn't want to throw in the towel easily, he doesn't want to be a coward.

Since you can't run, let's have a good fight.

Even if it is to lose and die, it is necessary to lose and die while standing.

straightened his waist again, looked at Xiang Tantu coldly, his brows furrowed into pimples, and his hands were like iron tongs holding the long sword that had been with him for many years, always on guard against the other party's moves.

From time to time, sparks burst out of the dark gray pupils.

Failed to win this Xiang Mo, who was only a martial apprentice, in two moves, which surprised Xiang Tantu slightly.

It's just a reptile, why is it so slippery.

His expression was solemn, and he had no reservations, he pulled out the long knife behind his back, the tip of the knife drooped, and his right body turned sideways towards Mo Dao:

"Today, I want you to know that your ridiculously repetitive cultivation method is a joke, in this world, only strength is king, no matter how good the skill is, what's the use, like you, who only knows how to play fancy waste, has no value in existence. ”

A killing intent like a sashimi appeared in his eyes, his wrist flipped over, and the true qi continued on his arm like a substance, pouring into the knife, and the knife body was flooded with unknown lines, hooking the surrounding space, and shining with an indescribable dazzling light, like the eyes of a devil, which was extraordinarily infiltrating under the cover of the gray sky.

Xiang Mo's face turned pale, and the hand holding the long sword loosened for the first time.

The air seal is a kind of pattern blessed on the weapon, which is the seal method composed of special patterns that people use to engrave on the weapon or armor, so that the true qi can be better infused into it, and the power beyond imagination is impersonated.

With the Seal Method, the power and defense of the weapon or armor have been increased several times, which is what all cultivators dream of.

Today, for the first time, he took out the legendary air-seal knife, and how could he not be shocked.

Xiang Tantu suddenly stepped up, and the long knife swung horizontally from his hand, and the arc swept towards Mo's chest and ribs.

This knife was fast and ruthless, almost trying to cut Xiang Mo in two.

Xiang Mo was in the situation of life and death, and his face was so solemn that he could almost squeeze out water.

No longer has any spare hands, and has used his best tricks that have been practiced thousands of times.

"Great Sealing Sword!"

The upper body flashes to the right, the lower body steps out of the lunge to the right, the left knee is slightly bent, and at the same time the sword is held in both hands, and the wrist turns the sword with the momentum of the right movement, so that the blade of the sword is erased to the right, and the tip of the sword slides forward along the direction of the knife.

Ever since he experienced that deliberate lightning strike, he knew that there would be such a day when he would be watched by a strong enemy and need to take precautions as soon as possible.

So for this reason, he deliberately found some martial arts in the family, although there were few swordsmanship, but he couldn't bear his careful study and hard study.

Day after day, month after month, year after year, even if you practice too much, it will make people feel something, not to mention studying with your heart.

The Great Sealing Sword was the most skillful defensive sword style he had practiced, and when he raised his hand, he put it out, even faster than his thinking.

The sword light and sword shadow, the edge is pressing, and the two are in close combat under the gaze of countless people.