"Click, click, click, ......"

The metal glove of the man in black made a sound like a gear twisting, and then its appearance changed, two sharp fangs stretched out, accompanied by a pair of eyes that shone like emerald, and in an instant, these gloves turned into two fierce tiger heads.

Xiang Mo's eyes stared, and his face showed a different color.

It was the first time he had seen that air-printed weapons could be deformed, which directly broke his previous understanding of air-printed weapons.

It's just that he didn't have to think much about it now, and the man in black attacked, his right foot landed forward into a right lunge, and his right hand punched forward violently.

This punch was like a tiger descending from the mountain, and when it was swung, the tiger roared like a tide, turned into a golden streamer tiger head, and rushed over.

The tiger's head traveled through the air, roaring wildly, and let out an earth-shaking roar, which shook the eight wildernesses.

It is like a panicked waterfall pouring down from the cliff, rushing like thunder, carrying the momentum of a thousand jun, and smashing towards Xiang Mo.

The air shook like a tide, tumbling and surging, and was broken by the tiger's head, and scattered in a panic, kicking up endless dust.

For a time, this area was covered by air waves, turbid and unknown, the surrounding air burst, the wind panicked, and birds and beasts flew away.

Seeing this, Xiang Mo's heart was about to beat out, and his soul was shocked by this breathtaking momentum, and his mind was blank.

At this time, what he can do, and can only do, is to draw a sword.

The sword is nameless, and the name is unknown to heaven and earth.

The sword is mighty, and it is mighty in the universe.

The sword is out of the vastness, and the vastness is beyond a trace.

The long sword is like the heart, the heart is like the heaven and the earth, and the sword is also like the heaven and the earth.

A sword was swung, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

The already turbid and chaotic air suddenly condensed under this sword, and the chaos turned into neatness, and the fierceness turned into suppleness.

All the chaotic worlds, the chaos that was blown away by the strong wind, returned to the past.

A sword swings the world, the world is peaceful, the heaven and the earth are peaceful, the world is peaceful and all things are harmonious, the mountains are still and the water flows,

The sword is like water, weak and gentle at the beginning, invisible and shadowless, suddenly condensed in a line, between the line but for a moment, and separated into the Taoist green silk, combined into a piece, the pieces are intertwined into a touch of green mountains, the green mountains fall, the Taoist river is left from above, surrounded by frivolity, the scenery is full of scenery.

But seeing the fierce attack of the tiger's head, he got into the mountains and rivers, opened his big mouth, bit when he encountered the mountains, swallowed when he encountered water, and broke the mountains and rivers stirred by this beautiful scenery in a few breaths, and the sky collapsed, and everything returned to nothingness.

But the tiger's head also disappeared after the collision with this move, and there was no way to continue.

The man in black was also stunned, his clenched left hand paused, obviously he didn't expect Xiang Mo to make such a blow, but now that he was riding a tiger, he couldn't have any hesitation, twisted his fist again, and hit a second punch with heavy true qi.

This punch is also powerful and prepared, and it is even more powerful than the first punch, like a cannonball, smashing towards Mo.

It's just that it was also broken by Xiang Mo's sword.

Two punches and two swords, it actually ended in a draw, which made the man in black a little surprised.

His eyes were cold, staring at the young man with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

The hands moved again, the fists crossed together, turning into a figure of eight, the fists slammed forward, and in an instant, a yellow light jumped out from the tip of the fist, majestic and domineering, and fell not far in front of him.

But seeing the yellow light condensed, a majestic tiger composed of golden light stood in front of it, it was more than five feet tall, its body was huge, its limbs were strong, it was majestic, and its eyes were blazing.

Just glanced at him, Xiang Mo's heart throbbed, and his body seemed to be pressed by an invisible boulder, unable to move.

The eyes meet, and it can capture people's souls, and it is so powerful.

Xiang Mo's forehead was covered in cold sweat, his whole body trembled like chaff, and his heart kept swaying and hesitating, like floating on the sea, unable to control himself.

The golden giant tiger seemed to sense Xiang Mo's movement, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, his forefoot raised, and he took a step forward.

With just one step, the yellow sand is long, the ghosts cry and the wolves howl, and everything flies, like demons coming.

A gust of wind blew, and Xiang Mo took a few steps backwards, and the sweat on his head also dried up, leaving only a pale little face.

Strong, too strong!

Xiang Mo was a little puzzled, this man in black was obviously about the same strength as Xiang Tianqi, but at the peak of the Ning Yuan Realm, he could use tricks, but his power was several times that of his, and he didn't even have the courage to look at him, what was going on.

He narrowed his eyes and stepped back as he surveyed the tiger's form.

Look closely, but see that the black and yellow stripes on the tiger's body are arranged in parallel, all over the body, and each yellow or black stripe is shining, and a little glow emerges from time to time, floating in the air like fireflies, which is very beautiful.

But under that point of light, there seemed to be a fine imprint tightly inlaid together, and if you don't examine it carefully, you can't see its true body at all.

"This ......"

Xiang Mo only felt that his whole body was as if he had been struck by thunder and lightning again, his nerves were like shuttles, and he kept beating, and then he kept carving these imprints in the deepest part of his mind, arranging them carefully, and constantly outlining the appearance of this light tiger.

"It turns out that the pattern can still be used like this!"

It's like an initiation, reshaping your life, constantly updating your knowledge of imprints, and accepting this new cognition.

"It's just...... How can the imprint be separated from the instrument and displayed on its own?"

He was a little puzzled, feeling that this seemed to be completely different from the way of the Hindras he had studied, and that he had taken a different path that subverted his common sense.

However, before he could think about the principle inside, Guanghu launched his own attack, and the sole of a foot larger than a human was pressed down from the top of his head, as if Mount Tai was pressing on the top, and the ocean poured down.

I can't think about Mo Duo, so I can only meet and shoot a sword.

This sword is also swaying in the mountains, rippling in the water, no worse than just now.

This time, however, he miscalculated.

Guanghu's strength was far from being comparable to the two punches just now, and under the soles of his feet, it turned into a cage, covering Xiang Mo in it, and a dead golden thread floated in it, lighting up the Dao Dao Huaguang, intertwined into a net, constantly spinning, and was about to stir him into crumbs.

What mountains, what waters, what winds, what clouds, when touched, they shatter, and when they agitate, they disperse.

The so-called general trend of mountains and rivers, heaven and earth, thunder tribulation, within the killing net formed by this silk thread, all turned into a thick slurry and collapsed into energy.

Then the silk threads were wound and slowly wrapped around him, like a handful of serrated teeth, constantly rubbing his skin, muscles, and bones, as if they were going to slowly kill him.

Xiang Mo really didn't expect the other party's tricks to be so sharp, and swung his sword again, and the nameless swordsmanship spilled out in all directions around his body as if he didn't want money, resisting these glorious rays of death.

Unfortunately, it was all in vain.

Even though he had comprehended a trace of the mystery of heaven and earth, it was only a trace, and the other party's trick obviously started from his own exquisite exercises, thanks to a long period of cultivation.

Sometimes, no matter how many adventures and talents are, they can't withstand the accumulation of time and the precipitation of years.

The blood is constantly flowing, from one drop to two drops, to one piece and two pieces, and then to spraying like a column, which can't be stopped, can't stop.

Xiang Mo had turned into a bloody man, and there was no intact place in his body, but he didn't give up, and his long sword kept waving, trying his best to guard the small space around him, guarding his persistence.

It's just that no matter how hard you try, you can't stop those rays of light that swim unsteadily, as small and flexible as a fish, and the injuries are spreading and can't be stopped.

But even so, he is still persistent.

With a flick of the long pen, the circular sword ring was protected in front of him, sometimes shrinking, sometimes expanding, colliding with the silk thread, and stubbornly fighting against it.

In this way, the effort of one cup of tea passed, the effort of two cups of tea passed, and after almost an hour, they still failed to distinguish the winner.

Guanghu still failed to take down Xiang Mo, and Xiang Mo was like a towering mountain, standing tall.

Xiang Mo had gradually gotten used to this feeling since he had been hit hard, and as he used his sword technique, he gradually forgot where he was.

Isn't it just swinging a sword, and you can't swing it anywhere?

There are more silk threads here, more wounds on the body, some blood shed, it's not a big deal, isn't it still not dead!

Even if it's hell, you can't change the habit of swinging your sword.

He smiled, his face no longer twisted in pain as before, but a smile on his face, like a child.

Actually, he is not very old, he is just thirteen years old this year, but he has experienced too much, so unconsciously, he has grown up a lot.

After several hardships along the way, he dealt with Xiangjia, which not only improved his state of mind, but also honed his will.

How many times he wanted to give up, how many times he struggled to get up again.

Not only to fight with heaven and earth, but also to fight with oneself.

Man, if he overcomes himself, then nothing in the world is invincible.

Xiang Mo gradually understood this truth, knew the true meaning of life, and his state of mind matured, looking around, it was no longer pain, but regarded them as tempering.

The tempering of body and mind, the tempering of will, there is no end, only moving forward.

The more he thought about it, the happier he became, the more he thought about it, the more courageous he became, and he shot quickly again, as if he had found himself again, just like his heart.

The surrounding light didn't seem to be as strong as it started at this moment, and gradually slowed down a little, and it was no longer so sharp.

Xiang Mo smiled and continued to try his nameless swordsmanship.

This set of swordsmanship that has just been comprehended has become more and more proficient, and sometimes it does not need to be infused with true qi to create a landscape.

And the collision between the meaning of the mountains and rivers and the light tiger has also improved, no longer collapsing as just now, and can often hold up a few breaths.

But this is still far from enough, his true qi is gradually exhausted, and sometimes a sword swing only carries a trace of form, but there is no god.

A long pen with no shape, that is, a long pen, is no different from a freehand stick, and naturally cannot resist those rays.

As the blood flowed uncontrollably, his sword gradually slowed down, and from time to time a few rays of light leaked through his ribs, thighs, and forehead, leaving deep wounds in each place, deep to the bone, and dripping with blood.

His injuries were severe again, his blood was flowing faster, his consciousness gradually dissipated, and his mind began to blur.

But his body still stood proudly between heaven and earth, without the slightest sign of bending.

The head can be broken, the blood can be shed, the body cannot fall, and the will cannot be destroyed.

What about death, but once in hell, thirteen years later, he will be a good man again.