"The sword realm comes from the state of mind. ”

Mo Ying looked at the black-shirted swordsman calmly and said, "Assassins have countless means of killing, but you have never thought of fighting fairly with a cultivator in the same realm here. If your mood is different, your sword intent will naturally be weaker. Just now, when I bowed to you, you didn't dare to make a move on me, which means that your faith has been in trouble. ”

The black-shirted swordsman lowered his eyelids.

His face was like a sky obscured by dark clouds, and it became gloomy.

"But an assassin is always prepared to be killed before he strikes. ”

He was silent for a moment, looked at Mo Ying and said, "I'm ready to die, you're still so young, are you really ready for this?"

"About life and death, it's always something I don't want to explore more, I just know that from the time I learned the sword, if I think about what I want to do, don't think about anything else, just keep going. Mo Ying looked at him and said.

At this time, the black-shirted swordsman finally understood that although this young man from Tianyi Pavilion was young, and although he had an extraordinary, seemingly burden-like reputation in Changling City, his mind was more determined than that of most adults.

With a snort, the second floor of the silent restaurant resounded with the low sound of a sharp sword breaking through the air.

The black-shirted swordsmith's gaze fell on the sword he was holding tightly in his hand, and his eyebrows jumped, including the strength of his body's flesh and blood, and the surging of the true yuan in his arm, all made people intuitively feel that he was going to pull out this black-sheathed long sword, and then draw the sword.

However, his real sword came from the sole of his left foot.

His feet kicked towards Mo Ying's lower abdomen like lightning, and at the same time, a small sword popped out from the tip of his boot.

There is no trickery in this sword, it is purely a sinister sneak attack, pursuing absolute speed.

With this kick, the sword light flew up, faster than many swordsmen in the same realm who used their hands to cast their swords.

However, at this moment, the five fingers of Mo Ying's right hand moved slightly, and he gave this black-shirted swordsman the feeling that he was also going to use a sword to resist, but his five

Finger moved on the hilt of the sword, but the sword in his hand did not move.

His five fingers seemed to hook the invisible strings in the air, and on the table beside the black-shirted swordsman, the bowl of oil flowers had condensed into a white meat soup, but on the top of the oil flowers, with the movement of his five fingers, a piece of water quietly flew out.

This piece of water light was like the sunlight refracted on the dew in the early morning, and even made people wonder if it was real, but at this time, with an unimaginable killing intent, it instantly cut into the back of the neck of the black-shirted swordsman.

There was only an extremely thin blood line on the back of the black-shirted swordsman's neck, and not even blood beads flowed out of this blood line, but this fierce killing intent instantly cut into the black-shirted swordsman's backbone, cutting into the muscles connected between the spine and the backbone, and easily cut it off.

The black-shirted swordsman's body shook suddenly, and the small sword stretched out from his toes was only a foot away from Mo Ying's lower abdomen, but his entire body, except for his head, was instantly unconscious.

Bitterness appeared on his face, he opened his mouth to speak, but his whole body lost its support and fell down.

Mo Ying's hand reached out, caught his body before he fell to the ground, and then placed him on the chair he was sitting on.

"I just told you that I have been learning swords with others these days, and the thing that touches me the most is that the real opportunity to dominate the enemy is to always take the initiative in my hands. ”

He put the black-shirted swordsman away, and as he raised himself, he whispered in the black-shirted swordsman's ear: "The reason why I am very touched is because I have found that many of the secret swords in Tianyi Pavilion are originally extremely suitable for controlling the enemy's opportunities, and are suitable for moisturizing things silently before the actual sword is released. ”

Mo Ying was not proud.

He was just aware of the doubts in the black-shirted swordsman's heart.

After he laid the black-shirted swordsman in place, he left the restaurant.

He's not easy to kill.

Although this black-shirted swordsman was cut off by him, it would not be fatal, and if there was a famous doctor, there might be a possibility of recovery.

It's just that he doesn't know it

Some people are destined to not survive.

The black-shirted swordsman did not call for help.

A pill under his tongue slowly dissolved.

He let out a muffled grunt of pain, and his pale face instantly turned black, as if smeared with a layer of black paint, and he died.

......

At this time, no one had touched the standing tree.

There was no special smell in the air because of this man's death.

The rapid and light sound of the sword did not attract the attention of ordinary people.

In the alley from the standing tree, there was a sweet smell.

There is an old woman with a wrinkled face and a shabby cloth dress selling fried chestnuts.

The chestnuts are originally fragrant, but dried osmanthus is added to her fried chestnuts, which makes it even more fragrant.

On a small wooden bench beside her sat a girl, but her clothes were very clean, wearing a pair of new cloth shoes, and two pieces of sugar cake in her hand.

A young man dressed in a pale blue shirt appeared in front of the old woman.

He stood quietly, looking at the old woman, but he did not buy chestnuts or go away.

"Why are you in my way?"

The old woman looked at him for a long time, and then grinned. She has a rotten mouthful of teeth, and her teeth are black.

The young man frowned slightly, and said with a little pride: "The road is facing the sky, go to one side, and at most it will block out some of your sunshine." ”

The old woman laughed.

It seemed to be just an ordinary smile, but the wrinkles on her face were stretched, and her face seemed to glow, and she didn't look like an ordinary old woman.

"You are a very interesting young man, you are from the Bashan Sword Field, why haven't I seen you in Changling?" she looked at the young man and asked, "What's your name?"

"Just because you haven't heard it, you haven't seen it doesn't mean you don't have me. ”

The young man looked at her and said, "My name is Ye Xinhe." ”

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