In fact, Mo Xie's knife technique is very strong, and he has been proficient in every move and style of the six sword swords, and he has truly achieved the point of being like an arm and a finger.

But the way of the knife not only refers to the strength and weakness of the knife technique, but also lies in the understanding of the knife and the cognition of the knife, which is also the thing that the ink evil lacks the most.

Because since the moment he picked up the killing knife, except that killing is killing, he has not understood what a knife is, what a knife is, and what the knife means to him.

This was also the main reason why his Sword Dao Origin Blood was so weak.

And although the masters of these memories are many levels worse than Mo Xie in terms of cultivation and combat experience, when it comes to knives, they are a hundred times stronger than Mo Xie, because they are only accompanied by knives, and only knives.

In the memories of these people, what Mo Xie saw was not a battle, nor a sword technique, but saw the bits and pieces of their relationship with the knife, and at the same time saw the former self.

Although each of them was weak in cultivation, there was a light on their bodies that made the ink evil unable to look at it directly, and it was pure sword path.

This feeling is particularly clear, as if no matter what this person is doing with a knife or what strong opponent he encounters, as long as he has a knife in his hand, nothing can stop them.

That kind of pure knife path, that kind of determination to cut everything, makes Mo Xie envious, but also remembers.

Because in the early days of his cultivation, he also had things that he now envied with these monks.

"In the past, since the moment I picked up Killing, all I gave him was to keep killing, killing, killing, but Killing has been silently accompanying me through one difficulty after another. ”

Pictures of the past flew through my mind, and the secret realm of all souls had just gotten the joy of killing the prototype, working hard for the plastic killing knife, and holding the heroism of killing in the secret realm of all souls.

In the world, Chong Guan was angry and turned red, and he carried a killing knife to kill into the Mo family, and defeated one seemingly invincible enemy after another with killing in the Life Sect.

The anxiety of being by his side when he was killing and crossing the catastrophe, the near-death that he was beaten by Wang Ye, and the stubbornness when he killed the protector.

And so on and so forth, and so on,

But what about now?

His strength is indeed much stronger than before, but unconsciously, he has less time to hold a knife, and he no longer practices the knife, but focuses on cultivating spiritual power and cultivating supernatural powers, ignoring the killing that has always accompanied him.

Sometimes, it's a good thing to have more power, but sometimes, when you have more power, it becomes a drag bottle, especially when your mind is limited, and the ink evil can't take care of all your power.

So naturally, it evolved into what it is today.

"When did my thoughts turn like this?"

Mo Xie laughed self-deprecatingly, in the past, when he didn't have so much strength in his body, even if the enemy was strong and the number was large, he dared to fight with the other party with one knife and one person.

But now, he is racking his brains for his life, although his opponent is not on the same level as him, it is undeniable that he is afraid, retreating, and afraid.

So from that moment on, he began to desperately become stronger, collecting a lot of seemingly powerful forces.

However, at the end of the collection, the ink evil has also collected a lot of powers that ordinary people can't touch at all, such as daytime, darkness, dreams, and so on.

But he lost his slashing edge.

Sometimes Mo Xie felt as if his heart was covered in a thick fog, and while others couldn't see his heels clearly, he couldn't see himself clearly.

Although in this fog he could see lighthouses flickering in the distance.

But he also carried too much mixed power, and in the process of moving forward, he lost that purity, lost his previous indomitability, and lost the confidence when he held the killing knife at the beginning.

Mo Xie's eyes were filled with remorse, if he hadn't seen these memories before, he just simply thought that the Dao of the Sword was the Dao of the Dao, and the stronger the Dao of the Dao, the stronger the Dao of the Dao.

But now he was wrong, and he couldn't have been more wrong.

"I'm sorry for you, old man. ”

Mo Xie apologized in his heart, and only now did he understand what was important and what could be ignored, but in the past he had reversed.

Rumble!

The blood of the origin of the sword path shook wildly at this moment, and the sharp sword light burst out from the body, and then after absorbing the essence of those memories, the volume of the blood of the origin of the sword path grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, it surpassed the two Origin Bloods of the Thunder and Fire that were being raised.

The speed is so fast that it has reached what Mo Xie has seen in his life.

Sometimes, in fact, there is only a millimeter difference between enlightenment and non-enlightenment, but it is this millimeter difference that has blocked an unknown number of geniuses for thousands of years.

But thankfully, Mo Xie realized in time, and it can be regarded as remedying the mistakes he made at that time.

At the same time.

The aura on Mu Zili's body also suddenly broke through the original limit, and there was a faint, mysterious, mysterious and mysterious aura around his body.

After a crisp sound, the exclusive supernatural power conceived in the body was finally conceived.

Call.... Suck......

The blood outside was still continuously integrated into the body of the ink evil, and one after another thunder fire flowers were blooming, and his thunder fire origin blood was also rapidly becoming stronger in this process.

The Origin Blood of Thunder, the Origin Blood of Fire, the Origin Blood of the Knife Path, and the three Origin Bloods compare with each other.

Sometimes the Thunder Origin Blood has the upper hand, and sometimes the Knife Path Origin Blood has the upper hand, full of energy, while the other nine Origin Bloods that have reached their peak are floating on the side.

It's like a spectator watching a game.

"Are you alright? ”

When the ink evil aura was advancing by leaps and bounds, Mu Zili on the side had already woken up from his trance, and he heard Mo Xiaoru's concerned voice.

Mu Zili's heart warmed when he heard this, and then he turned around very measuredly, and when his bangs were still in the air, he saw a small white fist getting bigger and closer from his field of vision.

Then he flew out upside down with a bewildered face, drew a graceful parabola in the sky, and slammed it on the ground.

"What are you pretending to be? You yourself pee like you, the ugliness almost made the old lady vomit out the overnight meal, disgusting to death. ”

Mo Xiaoru walked in front of Mu Zili, stuck her waist, looked domineering, raised her white and tender feet and stepped on Mu Zili's face with a chirp.

"You little girl, I can tell you, the current me is different from the previous me, you see that I don't clean you up!"

Mu Zili had evil thoughts in his heart, and he thought that Mo Xiaoru was caring about him, and then a donkey bounced up from the ground and was about to catch Mo Xiaoru.

But in the next moment, his angry expression suddenly changed to flattery, because she saw Mo Xiaoru raise her hand with a wicked smile.

This gesture was all too familiar to him, and it was the gesture that suppressed him with the help of the power of the Killing Realm.

Before Mu Zili could honestly admit his mistake, an invisible pressure descended on his body, and when a muffled sound sounded, his face made intimate contact with the ground.

The next time became the darkest time in Mu Zili's life.

"Don't... Don't kick anywhere, where is .... Oh.... Oh......."

Compared with the liveliness of Mu Zili and Mo Xiaoru, Mo Xie seems very calm here.

I don't know how long it took.

After the last drop of blood was successfully absorbed, the aura of the ink evil also reached its peak in an instant, forming a vortex around his body, lifting all the dirt on the ground and joining the vortex.

The scene was extraordinarily grandiose.

Immediately after that, the moment the ink demon's eyes opened and closed, the vortex beside him suddenly disappeared, and a large amount of dirt fell to the ground.

The origin of thunder is bloody!

The origin of fire!

The origin of the sword path is made of blood!