"Do you mean to say that this sword has no spiritual thoughts?" said Mo Xiao has the memory of two lifetimes, but his understanding of weapons is not comparable to that of Mo Ranli, after all, Mo Ranli is known as a person who is obsessed with swords.

Mo Ran Li nodded, and shifted his gaze to Zhu Xian Sword's body, "As a sword master, don't you feel anything?"

Mo Xiao shook his head decisively, in his memory, the Zhuxian Sword had never had any physical spiritual thoughts, and the reason why it could be called a spirit soldier was only because of the spirituality of the Zhuxian Sword. "So where is the Spirit?"

Mo Ranli didn't answer Mo Xiao, and pondered for a moment, "Could it be that under the influence of the Heavenly Demon Holy Emperor, the spiritual thoughts were suppressed?" Regarding the thoughts in his heart, Mo Ranli was only a preliminary inference, and he didn't have much confidence.

"No way! Spiritual thoughts never existed. Regarding the inference of ink dyeing, Mo Xiao blurted out directly. But when I finished speaking, I realized that I had missed something.

"You are not the Heavenly Demon Saint Emperor, how would you know. Mo Ran glanced at Mo Xiao and didn't notice anything wrong with Mo Xiao's words.

Seeing that Mo Ran didn't react, Mo Xiao also breathed a sigh of relief, if the guy in front of him knew his identity, Mo Xiao was completely sure, this guy would definitely force himself to fight. The word sword demon,It's not just a sword into the devil.,It's also a sword into the devil!

"In that case, how can you infer that the Spiritual Thoughts have been suppressed?"

Before Mo Xiao could continue to finish, Mo Ranli's figure flashed, and he took a hundred steps back, and then held the floating Taidao. After that, he stared at Mo Xiao with a murderous face, "Fight with me, and I will know." ”

"!" Mo Xiao roared in his heart, "Hey, you cultivate so high that you accidentally killed me, then who should I cry to!" Mo Xiao was also speechless for a while, facing this battle maniac in front of him, he didn't want to fight with him.

"Don't worry, I will suppress the realm to the necromantic realm, if you win, I will send you to the ninth layer, if you lose, hmph, just give me a sparring partner, until you surpass me in strength in the future and defeat me, you can leave." Mo Ran said coldly, and the battle intent on his body was already excited.

Mo Xiao patted his head, and his head suddenly became bigger, "Who the do I provoke, I always run into a group of crazy people!"

"It's started!" Before Mo Xiao could react, Mo Ran Li had already flung over with the knife in his hand. Mo Xiao hadn't noticed that the knife was very long, but this time he clearly felt that the knife was a foot long! Moreover, this zhang did not include the hilt.

"Hey, I'm not ready yet!" Mo Xiao hurriedly drew his sword, hurriedly met Mo Dyanli's attack, and hurriedly shouted.

"As a swordsman, you have to be in combat at all times. With that, a long sword pressed towards Mo Xiao.

"Damn! another madman!" Mo Xiao raised his sword, and after struggling to block Mo Zhanli's attack, he shouted again, "Hey! What the hell have you pressed your cultivation to the realm of the Necromancy!"

"Gather the spirits!"

As soon as Mo Ran finished speaking, Mo Xiao was a black line, and countless grass and mud horses were galloping in his heart, "Your grandma's! Lao Tzu scattered the second stage! You gathered the spirit for a section! How the is this fight!"

"There's time to complain!, let's think about how to deal with it!" Mo Ran Li didn't care about Mo Xiao's inner roar. It was still a flash of the sword, and it was slashing towards Mo Xiao's various directions.

And for such a simple and violent attack, coupled with the suppression of the other party's cultivation, Mo Xiao was beaten without the slightest room to fight back, he could only greet the eighteenth generation of the ancestors who were dyed away from Mo over and over again in his heart, and even Jiang Long's tone was used, "Grandma's legs are in a circle! What a thing!

"Bang, bang, bang!" A burst of swords and swords shuttled back and forth, and Mo Xiao also regained a trace of his position in the battle, and now, he finally doesn't have to be pressed and beaten by it, he can free his hand and fight back appropriately.

"Haha! Very good, Mo Xiao is serious, your fighting talent is not worse than mine at all! Even surpassing!" For Mo Xiao's little bit of strengthening, Mo Dian Li also saw it in his eyes, and originally wanted to press Mo Xiao to fight, and then slowly reduce his cultivation. But what he didn't expect was that Mo Xiao turned out to be strong when he was strong, but he turned the battle back little by little.

"Huhu!" Mo Xiao gasped, although he was out of the ink dyeing and pressing, but in fact he was desperately trying to stimulate his potential, and the duration was not guaranteed, maybe the next moment, he would not even have a chance to be pressed by it, such an explosive potential, when the spiritual power was exhausted, Mo Xiao might not even be able to raise the sword.

"Okay!Mo Xiao, now that your potential has exploded, we will fight it out in a short period of time!" said Mo Ranli and raised the huge Taidao in his hand, and then shook it back, "This is my fame trick, you have to be careful, don't be killed!"

Mo Xiao gasped, squinting at Mo Zhanli, he didn't even have the strength to speak, he could only roar in his heart, "you! Kill a thousand knives! Your grandmother! Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu! it!" Now Mo Xiao really couldn't think of what words to use to express his feelings.

"Dye! leave!" The two simple words were pronounced, and Mo Dyeli's entire body became illusory, and slowly disappeared in front of Mo Xiao.

"Disappear, disappear!" Mo Xiao was stunned for a moment, the ink stain that was still murderous just now disappeared in an instant, and even a trace of his spiritual thoughts was imperceptible. It's like ink dyeing never existed at all.

"I forgot to tell you!Before I became a sword demon, I also had a title, Shadow Kill!" voices sounded from all directions, but Mo Xiao couldn't determine where Mo Dye was.

"Shadow Kill!" For this name, Mo Xiao once heard Hong Xiaotian say that there was once a killer organization all over the major Xuan Domains, and the most terrifying one in the killer organization was named Shadow Kill!, this Shadow Kill has the ability to hide in space, which can quietly emerge from the space in all directions, and then it can kill people silently. Then he stepped into the hidden space again and disappeared.

"Bang!" jumped out of a space behind Mo Xiao and slashed away with a knife, thinking that Mo Xiao had already lost, but was shocked by the scene in front of him.

"Shura's pupils!" Mo Ran Li looked at Mo Xiao's blood-red eyes, and was speechless in surprise for a while, "No, no!

Just when Mo Ran was stunned, Mo Xiao had already swung out his long sword, and shouted in his mouth, "If you have time to complain, you might as well think about how to deal with it!"

In an instant, Mo Ran Li came back to his senses and retreated quickly, dodging Mo Xiao's attack, "Who are you!" At this time, looking at the "swastika" symbol in Mo Xiao's eyes, Mo Ran Li fell into infinite terror.

The symbol of "swastika" is not unfamiliar with ink dyeing, it once appeared on the sword in Jun Tianxie's hand, and Jun Tianxie's killing intent is also closely related to that sword. Because this symbol represents Shura, and Shura is killing, and the "swastika" that appears in the eyes of the eyes, Mo Zhanli has only heard of it in legends, but when this legend is standing in front of his eyes, Mo Zhanli is completely confused.

"Shura's Hitomi?"