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Mo Xie took a deep breath and threw away all the distractions in his mind, and the extreme realm that had not been used for a long time appeared, and his concentration and control began to improve rapidly.

At the same time, those sword path memories that had been absorbed also surfaced at this time, like a slide slide.

"Kill!"

Mo Xie let out a low snort, and then the killing knife in his hand turned into a knife net all around his body, and the power of each knife was just right under his control, and the strength was not more than a point, and it was not less than a point.

At the same time, the position of the knife is also extremely tricky, and it appears when those filth are an arm's length away from him, which shortens the attack time and strength to the greatest extent.

Whew!Whew!

A hundred dollars!

A thousand dollars!

Ten thousand dollars!

Mo Xie's heart was unhindered, and the filth in his eyes gradually became smaller than the little thumb nail, and with the filthy own speed, his defense became more and more difficult, but Mo Xie's movements still did not waver, he wanted to take advantage of this time to see how his basic skills were.

In the eyes of outsiders, this may be a fateful idea, but in Mo Xie's view, only when there is a crisis of life and death can he reflect his limit and level, or rather, he is a madman himself, but he is not usually crazy, but once he is crazy, he is fearless.

Just like a caterpillar, it is impossible to turn into a butterfly without experiencing cocoon formation and cocoon breaking.

The ink evil is also like this, he wants to use the pressure of filth to make his sword path transform, and if he doesn't succeed, he will die.

100,000 knives!

A million dollars!

Ten million knives!

The filth is getting smaller and smaller, and the number is so large that it is impossible to see clearly, and at the same time it is getting faster, so fast that it is impossible to catch the route with the naked eye.

And the range of the ink demon's defense has also been reduced from an arm's length to a small half step, which has caused great inconvenience to the attack of the killing knife, but he has relied on the dexterity of the killing step to constantly adjust the position of his body in the half-step place, and the killing knife is constantly changing in his hand.

Sometimes backhanded, sometimes forehanded, sometimes put under the armpit, sometimes with the mouth.

Although the movement was very strange, the effect was surprisingly good, and those filth couldn't get close to the ink evil for half a step, as if there was an invisible wall blocking them at this half step.

Mo Xie's movements also affected Mo Dao, who was sitting on the snow mountain, and after he glanced at it, he sneered, and then continued to regain his strength.

In Mo Dao's opinion, no matter how strong the ink evil is, it is absolutely impossible to resist the attack of the filthy, especially the ink evil is still unaware of the weakness of the filth.

Twenty million dollars!

Fifty million dollars!

Seventy million dollars!

At this moment, Mo Xie didn't know how many knives he had wielded, he only felt that his arm was numb to the point of losing consciousness, and he was mentally tired, and bursts of impatience came to his heart, and there was a voice in his heart that kept saying, let him solve these filth in the daytime.

Mo Xie knows that this is his own Dao heart, and he can't bear this kind of torment, in fact, whether everyone's Dao heart is firm or not depends on their own thoughts, the firmer the idea, the stronger the Dao heart, on the contrary, the idea is shaken, and the Dao heart is weak.

As for how to temper the Dao Heart, Mo Xie didn't know, but when he was in the forbidden land of the Afterlife Sect, he had heard three generations talk about it, and he also gave him an ancient book called Meditation Technique.

According to the third generation, this is something he accidentally found from an ancient ruin before, and at a certain time, he can meditate to soothe his inner impulses and impatience, and has the effect of tempering the Dao heart.

But at that time, the ink evil was in dire straits, and there was no spare time to verify the effect of the meditation technique, but now is the time to verify it.

So he recited the meditation mantra directly in his heart.

"Cold for eternity, all things are quiet, the mind is quiet, I hope that I am alone, the heart and mind are one, the qi should be with each other, if there is more than one phase, all changes are not shocked, no ignorance, no anger, no desire, no desire, no abandonment, no taste and no self. ”

"The pure heart is like water, the clear water is the heart, the breeze does not rise, the waves are not alarmed, the secluded fence sits alone, the long whistle and the piano are roaring, the Zen silence is settled, the poisonous dragon is hidden, my heart is incomprehensible, and the way of heaven is diligent. ”

"I am awe-inspiring, ghosts are frightened, I am full of pride, heaven and earth return to the heart, I am ambitious, the wind and water rise, the sky is high and the sea is wide, the water is green, the fresh cure is the root, the straight road is the body, the nature is good, and the road is natural!"

This is the first time that Mo Xie has silently recited the Pure Heart Formula, although it is only one hundred and thirty-six words, but it gives him a feeling of expounding the Dao Zhizhi, and the words are full of the Tao and Truth of the world, giving him a very hazy understanding.

At the same time, after reciting the meditation mantra, the restless heart gradually calmed down, as if it had received some invisible purification.

Time is still ticking.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye, and in this hour, Mo Xie was still waving the killing knife in his hand quickly, although he had the blessing of meditation, but it could not let him recover his strength, even if he carefully controlled the flow of physical strength, but it was also a symptom but not a cure.

The knife swing continues.

Mo Xie's gaze gradually lost focus, and the whole person was in a trance and sobriety, although the surrounding filth had been cut to the point that it could not be seen, but he could feel the existence of each filth very clearly, and this feeling was not the kind that could be seen with divine consciousness or physical body.

It's just a very simple feeling, as if you can feel someone behind you without looking back.

At the same time, Mo Xie also felt that he was resonating with the killing being, and every slash was as if the killing was driving his hand, and it didn't take much strength to produce a powerful power at all.

Also resonating with the Killing Step, each of the ink evil's landing points is gradually detaching from the original trajectory of the Killing Step, becoming erratic and unpredictable, maybe when the other party thinks you are the least likely to move that way, you unexpectedly appear in that place.

Eighty million dollars!

Ninety million dollars!

100 million dollars!

When it came to the 100 million knife, the filth around the drifting Mo Evil suddenly stopped splitting, and when he dropped the 100 million and one knife, the filth that was even more subtle than dust suddenly lost its vitality, and drifted away with the breeze somewhere to go.

Seeing this, Mo Xie suddenly hit a spirit, and instantly got out of the trance, and an astonishing light erupted in his eyes.

"It's finally time to wait!"

The spirit of the ink evil suddenly perked up, and the killing knife in his hand began to accelerate its slashing, and a large number of deaths finally appeared in the dense filth.

Ninety-nine million!

Ninety-five million!

Ninety million!

A large number of filth died under the slash of the ink evil, which made the ink evil happy at the same time, and also felt the improvement of his sword path, maybe this feeling is very subtle, but the feeling of improvement is very obvious.

Not only has the speed and strength of the knife been perfectly improved and controlled, but the angle of the knife and the accuracy of the slash have also been greatly improved.

You must know that the sword is the king of weapons, and its damage and utility are far greater than those of swords and other weapons.

Moreover, in the environment of fighting all day long in the southern region, there are countless monks who practice swords, although the current sword path of the ink evil is not the strongest, but it is also a superior level, and the only difference now is that he has not yet understood his sword intent.

But throwing away the knife intent, Mo Xie dared to pat his chest and say that few people in his sword True Spirit Realm dared to take it hard, even if the other party was in the Yuan Infant Realm, as long as he was careless, it would definitely cause great damage.

In terms of matching, the killing steps that are now in line with killing are much stronger than before.

Eighty million!

Million!

Million!

The death of filthy finally affected the body that protected Mo Dao, it roared, wanting to let those clones return, but how could Mo Xie do what it wanted, how long had these filthy bullied him, and now it was finally time to take revenge, if Mo Xie didn't let this guy from Huangquan taste his power, he would be sorry for himself.

Thinking of this, Mo Xie couldn't take care of his physical strength anymore, and directly exerted his extreme speed, taking away dozens of filthy clones after each knife fell, causing the filthy death to begin to intensify.

Million!

Ten million!

Million!

"It's a pity. ”

The ink evil stopped the pursuit, and stood in mid-air while recovering his strength while watching the remaining filthy clones return to their main body.

I saw that it was originally as tall as a five-story building, but after being pursued and killed by the ink evil, it directly became the size of a one-story building, and its body size shrank by two-thirds, and at the same time, its aura also became extremely sluggish, as if it had suffered a heavy blow, and it was no longer as strong as it was at that time.

According to Mo Xie's estimate, he felt that if he wanted to kill Filth now, it might only take a few dozen knives.

Of course, this premise is that there is no source of vitality for filth, after all, the survival ability of this creature is too rebellious, and in the case of the same level, it is simply an existence that cannot be killed.

"I really didn't expect you to be able to beat the filth..."

After Mo Dao noticed the abnormal movement, he opened his eyes, at this moment he has not recovered from his weakness, if there are no other hole cards, death is a foregone conclusion.

"I didn't expect you to be able to summon this thing. Mo Xie held the knife in one hand and his knee in the other, sitting in the air, just talking to Mo Dao from a distance of 100 meters.

"I'm curious about your true identity, can you tell me?"

"My name is Niu Daring, and it is a small offering of Yunmeng Sect. Mo Xie grinned, looking very fake.

"Hey..."Mo Dao shook his head and sighed, and continued: "You won this bet, but I hope you can let me go, otherwise I will use the last hole card, and both of us will definitely die." ”

"Hole cards?"

Mo Xie stood up with a smile, and walked towards Mo Dao with the killing life, not fast or slow, and soon walked to the snowy mountain where Mo Dao was.

He looked at Mo Dao's indifferent appearance and said, "Are you sure your hole cards can kill me?"

"Do you want to try it?" Mo Dao said with a solemn expression.

"Sort of!" Mo Xie raised the killing in Yang's hand, and his expression showed that it didn't matter.