After several fierce duels, Han Mo gradually adapted to high-intensity high-level battles, and his swordsmanship improved significantly.

And the sword spirit is also not far behind, and the combat experience and skills have also reached the top level.

There were even several times when the sword spirit deliberately exposed flaws to lure Han Mo to take the initiative, and then seized the opportunity to inflict heavy damage on Han Mo.

However, Han Mo was not fooled.

"The little one is very smart! In just a few hours of kung fu, there has been a lot of improvement in swordsmanship! The Sword Spirit Senior praised while fighting with Han Mo.

Han Mo had a serious face, and had been cautiously watching the sword spirit, observing the other party's every move.

"Whoosh!"

The sword spirit suddenly swung the stone sword and stabbed at the position of Han Mo's ribs at a tricky and strange angle.

"Huh?!"

Seeing this, Han Mo hurriedly held his sword and blocked it in front of him.

"Ding!"

The crisp sound of gold and iron colliding came.

"Bang!"

Han Mo shot out again and fell to the ground.

The sword spirit did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but stood proudly with his hands in his hands, quietly waiting for Han Mo to recover the qi and blood in his body.

After a while, Han Mo finally stood up again.

This time, Han Mo had a solemn expression on his face, his eyes staring sharply at the sword spirit, and then he jumped up and killed the sword spirit.

"Boom!"

"Bell!"

"Whew!"

"Bang ......"

Suddenly, a series of cold rays burst out again and again, and the sound of metal trembling with swords colliding one after another......

After a while, Han Mo shot out again in embarrassment.

"Hehe, no more?" Sword Spirit scoffed.

"I can still hold on......" Han Mo struggled to get up.

"Hmm." The sword spirit nodded in satisfaction.

"Drink!" Han Mo jumped up, roared angrily, and pounced on the sword spirit again.

In this way, Han Mo endured tremendous oppression every day for several days.

Although I was tired enough every day, I was exhausted.

But his swordsmanship, unconsciously, has improved qualitatively.

Seeing this, the sword spirit was quite relieved.

"I'm not afraid that one person has learned a thousand moves, but I'm afraid that one person has practiced a set of moves thousands of times." The sword spirit touched his beard and said, "Han Mo, as long as you can learn the set of moves that I am fighting against you well, not to mention that you will become the number one sword cultivator in the immortal cultivation world, but it is still more than enough for you to rank in the immortal cultivation world." ”

"The younger generation knows!" Han Mo replied respectfully.

"Now, let's move on." The sword spirit waved his hand, then looked at Han Mo and said, "Remember, what you have to learn is my swordsmanship foundation." ”

"I made a note of it." Han Mo nodded seriously.

"Okay." Sword Spirit said with satisfaction.

"Huh!"

Before the sword spirit could finish speaking, it turned into a black shadow, instantly came to Han Mo's side, raised his right arm and swept towards Han Mo's neck.

Han Mo did not hesitate, and his body retreated.

The sword spirit's figure flickered, and the next moment it approached again, and then a sword stabbed at Han Mo's heart.

Han Mo dodged again.

"Smack!"

The sword spirit missed, and his body turned around, and he stabbed to the other side.

Han Mo didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly turned his body and moved to the side.

"Whoa!"

As soon as Han Mo left the place, the place where he was standing suddenly shattered.

At this time, the sword spirit turned into an afterimage again, bullied forward, and stabbed Han Mo in the waist.

"Bang!"

Han Mo raised his sword in front of him, blocked the blade, and with the help of this huge force, he jumped to the side.

The sword spirit's offensive did not stop, chasing after Han Mo, slashing down one sword after another, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the power was extremely amazing.

Han Mo kept dodging, dodging the sword spirit's lethal attacks while looking for the gap where the sword spirit was flawed.

Unconsciously, Han Mo gradually groped for a trace of the threshold.

The sword spirit's swordsmanship is becoming more and more mysterious, and the trajectory of each sword implies an inexplicable law.

"Whew!" Han Mo gasped and said, "Senior, let's take a rest......"

When the sword spirit heard this, there was a look of joy in his eyes.

Anyway, Han Mo finally figured out some doorways.

The sword spirit ignored Han Mo, and still focused on using his swordsmanship, constantly making sword moves.

Han Mo gritted his teeth and insisted, resisting again and again.

"Bell!"

There was another collision, and Han Mo's feet stepped on the stone slab, making a deafening explosion.

And Han Mo's tiger mouth was already oozing fine beads of sweat, and there was a wisp of scarlet blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Whew!"

Han Mo gasped heavily, slowly raised his left leg, supported his body, and tried not to kneel on the ground.

"Click......"

Han Mo's legs bent, and when his knees touched the ground, there was a crisp cracking sound.

Han Mo's face was extremely pale, he spat out a mouthful of blood foam in his mouth, and the whole person leaned softly against the stone wall, and it took a while to regain his body.

Seeing this, a satisfied smile appeared on the sword spirit's face, and then he spoke: "Yes, yes, you really comprehended some of my fur essence. ”

As he spoke, he put away the sword in his hand.

"Whoop...... "Whoop Han Mo gasped heavily, slumped in the corner of the wall, his head groggy.

"You rest first and recuperate the disordered qi and blood in your body...... Wait until you're done, and we'll move on. Sword Spirit spoke.

Han Mo didn't say anything, and sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed.

About three or four minutes later, Han Mo opened his eyes, his face was much better, and his whole mental state recovered.

"Senpai, you're ready to start." Han Mo said.

"Good!"

As he spoke, the momentum on his body suddenly rose, and his figure suddenly disappeared in place.

Han Mo's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly clenched his long sword, ready to deal with it.

In the next second, the sword spirit appeared behind him like a ghost,

Then he stabbed the long sword in his hand.

"Bang!"

Han Mo reacted quickly and raised his sword in time to block.

The two weapons intersected, making a dull sound.

Sparks flew from the point where the tip of the sword collided, bursting into a cloud of sparks.

However, the sword spirit seemed to have expected this scene a long time ago, twisted his body lightly, and then picked it out with a sword.

"Brush!"

The long sword, with a fierce sword aura, slashed through the air and slashed at Han Mo's throat.

A hint of coldness flashed between Han Mo's eyebrows, and then he suddenly stretched out his palm and grabbed the long sword that the sword spirit stabbed by.

"Bell!"

The two swords collided, wiping out a string of sparks.

Sword Spirit's face changed slightly, and he drew his sword and retreated.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng!"

Han Mo also followed, chasing the sword spirit relentlessly, and used his whole body to attack frantically.

The two are entangled and collide fiercely.

"Dang!"

"Sonorous!"

"Bell!"

Han Mo and Sword Spirit each occupied an area, entangled with each other, and did not give in to each other.

No one can help anyone in a short period of time.

This kind of battle lasted for a full five or six minutes, and only then did the sword spirit take the initiative to give up the entanglement and retreat.

Seeing this, Han Mo hurriedly chased and killed.

"Ding!"

Han Mo waved the sword in his hand and slashed at the sword spirit's shoulder.

The sword spirit reacted quickly, and the long sword in his hand swung and could be blocked.

"Whoosh!"

Han Mo seized the opportunity, sword after sword, and stabbed fiercely and dangerously at the vital point of the sword spirit.

Seeing this, the sword spirit was slightly stunned, and then his figure fluttered, and he narrowly resisted Han Mo's unrivaled attack.

Han Mo saw that the sword spirit was dangerously resisting his attack, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

"You little guy, your speed is incredible!" The sword spirit is amazed.

Hearing this, Han Mo also showed a faint smile on his face.

Seeing this, the sword spirit smiled and said, "Okay, it's time for us to finish!" ”

With that, the long sword in the sword spirit's hand suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, Han Mo's eyes lit up.

The longsword, which was originally a normal size, suddenly became extremely large, pressing against his chest like a mountain.

Han Mo had a shocked look on his face, and hurriedly raised his long sword to block.

"Bell!"

Han Mo's long sword was bounced off by the huge blade, and even the person flew out upside down with the sword, and fell to the ground heavily.

"Poof!"

Han Mo opened his mouth and spurted blood.

Seeing this, the sword spirit shook his head and said, "I have to work harder!" ”

"I see, thank you for your advice." Han Mo struggled to get up from the ground and bowed down.

The sword spirit bowed slightly, and then changed his words, and said, "Okay, come in a few days, I'm going to be preparing to retreat and cultivate for a period of time these days, if you encounter any big trouble, come to me again." ”

With that, the figure of the sword spirit suddenly disappeared from Han Mo's sight.

Only Han Mo was left standing in place.

Han Mo looked into the distance, a trace of bitterness appeared on his face, and he muttered to himself: "It seems that if you want to learn the sword technique in the future, you have to wait......"

Han Mo sighed, and then left the stone sword space.

As soon as the picture turned, Han Mo appeared in his room.

"Whew~" Han Mo let out a sigh, then stood up and moved his muscles.

What he didn't know was that he had been in retreat for half a month.

After pushing open the door, Han Mo came to the living room and sat down, looking at the spring standing upright in the center of the living room, and fell into some kind of contemplation.

At this moment, an unfamiliar voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Is Uncle Ye here?"

After hearing the voice, Han Mo was slightly stunned.

On the other side, Ye Caiyun, who was in retreat, also heard this voice, hurriedly lifted the state of concentration, and then pushed open the door and walked out.

"Husband, are you done with your retreat?"

After seeing Han Mo appear in the living room, Ye Caiyun said in surprise.

Han Mo nodded, and then gestured to the outside of the cave.

Of course, Ye Caiyun understood what Han Mo meant, and immediately answered outside the door: "Who is bothering outside the cave mansion?" ”

After hearing Ye Caiyun's voice, the man hurriedly asked, "Dare to ask if it's Uncle Ye?" ”

"I am, what's the matter?" Ye Caiyun said.

"The sect master has an order, let me inform you, let you go to the inner hall of the sect today, he has something to discuss with you." The disciple of the Fallen Immortal Sect outside the door replied respectfully.

The two people in the cave mansion both showed doubts on their faces after hearing this answer.

Then, at Han Mo's signal, Ye Caiyun responded: "Okay, I know, you can retreat first." ”

"Yes, Uncle Ye."

After confirming that the order was dressed, the disciple of the Fallen Immortal Sect left.

After the other party's aura completely disappeared outside the cave, Han Mo's face showed a solemn expression.