Back in front of the waterfall in the mountains.

The ghost weasel still sat quietly cross-legged, his eyes closed, his whole body did not move, as if he was completely integrated with this heaven and earth, and he couldn't feel his existence at all, only the long sword full of chill next to the ghost weasel, which was inserted straight into it, would make people feel an indescribable feeling.

At this time, Mo Han was standing at the bottom of the waterfall, his whole body was bearing the huge impact of the water, he did not dance the sword under the waterfall as usual today, at this time he was quietly breathing, constantly feeling the impact of the water.

The morning sun shines all over the land, and the rain from the waterfall glows with a sparkling sheen.

I don't know how long it took, but finally, the ghost weasel woke up from his meditation.

When the ghost weasel woke up, Mo Han's eyes that were also closed suddenly opened, as if he felt the other party's qi, and he couldn't help but raise his head and look at the high stone wall platform in front of the waterfall.

I saw the ghost weasel on the platform slowly stood up, picked up the sharp sword inserted next to him, and then looked down at Mo Han, and suddenly he jumped, and the whole person immediately fell, the speed was abnormally fast, but when he was about to the foot of the mountain, the whole person slowed down again, and it actually landed lightly on a boulder.

Mo Han has been watching the movements of the ghost ferret, and he admires the ghost ferret's cultivation from the bottom of his heart, and he finds that although the leader of this shadow department looks cold, although the handsome one is a little excessive, but the feeling at the beginning is still a little uncomfortable, but with this time staying with the ghost ferret, even if the two have not spoken much, the ghost ferret still gradually gives him a sense of trust.

This feeling is quite inexplicable and unbelievable, but Mo Han is still truly aware of the constant change in his opinion of the ghost ferret.

At this time, the ghost ferret said lightly: "Let's start." Although this voice sounded very soft, Mo Han only felt as if it was ringing in his ears, and it was extremely real.

Mo Han said: "Yes, Commander of the Oni Weasel. Still, his expression inadvertently became nervous.

Mo Han held the sword weapon in his hand tightly, but his right hand still trembled a little unconsciously under the impact of the huge flow of water. Mo Han hurriedly threw away all the miscellaneous thoughts in his mind, only to see him take a deep breath, and finally calmed down a little.

The expression on Mo Han's face was quite solemn, and at this time, under the gaze of the ghost ferret, he began to dance the sword weapon in his hand.

Mo Han's feet stood firmly, and the sword weapon in his hand slowly paddled under the waterfall, stabbing and picking, turning back and stabbing, and whirling in mid-air.

Of course, the only obvious difference between Mo Han is that his movements are very slow, the speed is almost less than the usual level, and the steps under the waterfall are quite limited, but his hand holding the sword is extremely strong and extremely calm, and the long sword does not seem to have much impact even under the impact of the huge current.

There are a total of nine styles in the Firmament Sword Technique, each style has about seven or eight moves, and each move has nearly ten movements, and Mo Han quickly finished practicing the first three styles.

The ghost weasel on the boulder next to him always looked at it indifferently, and there was no expression on its extremely pale face.

Just as Mo Han was practicing under the waterfall, several old men came not far away, it was the old valley lord and other elders in the valley, as well as the great priest who came from the holy land.

They naturally saw Mo Han under the waterfall at a glance, and the old valley lord laughed and said, "This little guy seems to have already started." ”

Da Si Ming looked at Mo Han under the waterfall, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Suffering from such a huge impact of water and not using vitality, it is extremely difficult to dance the sword, but it is not impossible to do it, but although the sword dances so calmly and powerfully, it is quite rare.

The old valley lord and the others all watched from afar, but Mo Han naturally didn't notice their arrival, as for the ghost weasel, although he glanced at it lightly, he didn't look at it anymore, but when he caught a glimpse of the black-robed old man, a trace of strange color still flashed inadvertently in his cold eyes.

On top of a towering giant tree in the valley in the distance, there are two figures, one is a thirty-five or sixteen-year-old man, carrying a giant big knife, it is Long Ze, and the other person is a few years older than him, looking like Zhou Zheng, it is Xiao He, and at this time, Xiao He is looking curiously at the old valley lord and his party.

Xiao He said: "That black-robed old man seems to be the chief priest of the Holy Land?"

Long Ze nodded and said, "Well, I didn't expect him to be in the valley." ”

Xiao He said: "I don't know what the purpose of his coming here is?"

Long Ze said: "Whatever, anyway, I'll go back to the Shadow Department and ask the elders later." ”

Xiao He glanced at him lightly, and then he didn't pay attention to this matter anymore, but when he turned around and saw the figure under the waterfall, he said, "That kid seems to be dying." ”

I saw that at this time, although Mo Han was still standing firmly under the waterfall, his body had begun to sway a little, so that the right hand holding the sword weapon also seemed to sway a little under the impact of the huge water flow, obviously not as calm and powerful as just now.

Long Ze asked, "What is this formula?"

Xiao He said: "It should be the fifth style, I think this kid wants to complete a complete set of sword skills, I'm afraid he can't." ”

Long Ze said: "It's too early to say this. As he spoke, he untied the wine gourd pinned to his waist again, and immediately took a sip, making a pleasant sound.

Mo Han's face became a little solemn, and as his sword skills continued to spread, he could clearly feel the pressure from his right hand becoming more and more intense, so that he was careless just now, and he almost lost his balance and fell into the water.

Mo Han took a deep breath, and while wielding the long sword in his hand, he adjusted his mentality, and slowly finished practicing the fifth form and started the sixth form.

With the continuous practice of the Firmament Sword Technique, its complexity and difficulty also increased, and the energy required for each move was several times more difficult than the beginning moves, Mo Han's face became more and more solemn, and his arm felt the pressure like a thousand catties impact, and the frequency of shaking was increasing.

Halfway through the sixth form, every time Mo Han performed a move, his body swayed violently.

Several old men on the high platform in the distance took in Mo Han's situation, and Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but say, "It seems that this sixth form is already his limit." ”

Qin Lao also nodded and said, "Yes, this set of sword skills has become quite complicated to this sixth type of move, and looking at the appearance of this little guy, he should be about to be unable to withstand the huge impact of the current." Several other old men also nodded their heads one after another, showing a look of approval.

The Great Priest on the side looked at Mo Han with interest, he was just trying to see if this little guy who could make the High Priest interested was just fused with the best divine fire.

Mo Han's movements became extremely slow, he only felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and every movement of the sword began to become numb, but he was not willing to fail here, he gritted his teeth, held the sword weapon tightly, and slowly cast it.

One stab, one pick, slowly turning around, the sword weapon slashed an arc in mid-air at an extremely slow speed, and stabbed forward again.

Mo Han performed it with difficulty, and finally finished the sixth form, and even practiced most of the seventh form in one go, which made the faces of the old men on the platform show a trace of surprise.

Xiao He on the giant tree in the distance was surprised: "This kid really has two strokes, and he can actually practice the seventh form." ”

Long Ze said: "Mo Han's body is full of thunder and fire, and his physique is naturally much better than that of ordinary people, and it is actually expected that he can practice the sixth form, but the next three forms are not so simple." For a while, whether it was a few old men on the platform in front of the waterfall, Long Ze and Xiao He on the giant tree in the distance, or the ghost weasel on the boulder on the side, they all stared at Mo Han.

Although Mo Han had completed most of the seventh form, at this time, he did not relax in the slightest, but his heart became more and more solemn. Enduring the huge impact, Mo Han slowly practiced one move at a time, and after a while, he finished practicing the seventh form. However, the situation has become quite bad.

When the eighth form began, Mo Han only felt that his arms were almost unable to lift up, and his body was shaking even more violently, and he might even fall into the water at any time.

Mo Han's face changed suddenly, and it was not easy to stabilize his body, but the huge impact from his arm still made him uncomfortable. However, thinking that he had been cultivating under the waterfall uninterrupted for a month, and had never given up so easily in the past ten years, he immediately gritted his teeth, and his pale face was full of solemnity.

After a cup of tea, Mo Han completed the eighth pose.

When Mo Han started the ninth form, several elders in the distance couldn't help but sweat for him, and the eyes of the great priest finally became shocked, he naturally saw the difficulty of dancing the sword under this waterfall, and naturally understood that Mo Han did not use his vitality and was suffering from the impact of the current. However, what he didn't expect was that this young man who had fused with divine fire would have such perseverance!

Fusion Divine Fire is quite terrifying, if this young man has such perseverance, as long as he is not killed in the process of growing up, then his achievements are enough to imagine!

Mo Han's body was constantly shaking, and the movement of the sword weapon was getting slower and slower, and in the end, he didn't even complete a tenth, and he could hardly see the original fierce momentum, but every move and style were slowly continuing, impacting towards the last step.

Finally, as the figure turned around and stabbed a sword under the waterfall, Mo Han completed the ninth form!

In an instant, his face was filled with joy.

The old valley lord and the others also showed a smile on their faces, and the big priest next to him glanced at Mo Han deeply.

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