The golden autumn festival is clear and the moon is bright, sparse starlight is dotted, and fireworks are brilliant. Under the dusty sky, the red world looks at a bright moon, each telling their sorrows, and enjoying their own perfect family, but all this has nothing to do with Mo Fan.

In the dim "Sword Trench Heart Prisoner", Mo Fan walked on the winding path with difficulty, which was a test and atonement. If you want to enter Li Dashan's former Tianyi Peak, the test is necessary, and Pang Shijun is also an elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, and his death must be explained.

Below is a deep dark valley, the stones fall without any echo, the rugged path under their feet is full of all kinds of swords, surrounded by a raging wind, that is the breath of the swords that are unwilling to sleep here, but also their last cry, they look forward to the fate of people to take themselves to the rivers and lakes, proud of the world.

"Stinky boy, pay attention, if you fall, you will really be doomed!"

Li Dashan reminded Mo Fan softly, as a former sword king, he also walked this road of sharp fire, he knew the danger in the bright and dark places, and one wrong step was a bottomless abyss. He didn't expect that the sect would be so anxious to let Mo Fan embark on the path of trial, and he didn't say hello to catch people off guard.

The road of fire is mysterious and unpredictable, and there are many dangers. Mo Fan has reached the realm of "Sword Heart Clear", and the test of asking the heart is like a void for him, the difficulty is to keep fighting and asking the sword road, after all, manpower is sometimes poor.

If you want to walk through the sword road and step out of the "Sword Trench Heart Prisoner" to complete the trial, you have to defeat all the gatekeepers, and each of these gatekeepers is the best swordsman in the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion for thousands of years, but they are not easy to pass, how can they be so easy to pass.

The road is in his heart, the road is at his feet, the sword is where he goes, and he has no regrets, Mo Fan coldly coped with this sword battle that spanned time. His trial this time was different from others, no matter whether he won or lost, only life and death, and his opponent was still the strongest young sword god in history. In the vast land, who is the master of ups and downs, but see whose sword is sharper, and whose sword is more ruthless and stronger.

The winner lives, and the loser dies, but this matter is extremely unfair to Mo Fan. Although it was a battle of consciousness, his opponent did not have life or death, it was just a spiritual imprint. And if Mo Fan dies on the battlefield, he will also die in reality, completely dead, and the gods will not be able to save him.

With one step, the scenery in front of Mo Fan's eyes changed instantly, and the quiet and barren wide valley in front of him was slaughtered, without a trace of life. Regardless of whether to say it, there is no so-called etiquette, the opponent's cold giant sword of the Jedi is dazzling and distinct, and the majestic roar is unstoppable.

In the face of the opponent's extremely strong moves, Mo Fan stood proudly and silently like a green pine, but seeing that his eyes were cold and his heart was horizontal, and he was not afraid of life and death. The posture of raising the sword with his back hand shows the majestic and unworldly edge, and his hand is the second type of "Shocking Sword Classic" "Sword Sweeping Liuhe Ping Eight Desolations".

The human sword is concentric and does not distinguish between each other, but seeing Mo Fanhan's sword lightly, he suddenly broke through the sky with a fierce peerless edge, and faced the opponent's sword like a gallop. But when I heard a loud bang, the heavens and the earth exploded, and the sand and gravel turned into powder in the two strong forces, covering all directions.

The sword is shocking, the sword is terrifying, life and death are decided, and there is only one sword. Without the slightest respite, the opponent immediately bullied forward after a sword was ineffective, and the giant sword in his hand slashed down in anger, and the heaven and earth seemed to be divided.

Seeing this, Mo Fan was not to be outdone, and coldly snorted lightly, "The sword cracks the wind and clouds, and the sky is bright!" stepped on the ground and rose to the sky, reappearing with the extreme power of the sword.

The ultimate sword intent, the ultimate sword qi, proudly rushing into the sky just to condense the peerless sword. The majestic giant sword spit out the edge, the sword roared through the nine days, Mo Fan's small figure held the giant sword and slashed angrily, and the sword tore the wind and the clouds shook the earth.

The extreme moves met, a shocking roar was mixed with two inaudible muffled snorts, and the two figures with scarlet mouths flew upside down, and the towering giant sword in their hands also collapsed at the same time. Heaven and earth were turbulent, and the incomparable majesty stirred up ripples in the void, and the remaining strength was endless, and the mountain peaks behind the two of them were shattered.

The mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and the two embarrassed figures couldn't take a breath, got up and fought together. The splashing vermilion, the diffuse sand, will be contaminated, and the strong opponent will use stronger means to return the tribute, respect the opponent and respect himself, and end a fate that spans time.

Strong sword against strong sword, the sky and the two fought for a while, and the clouds were gloomy. The battle continues unconsciously, forgetting each other's life and death, forgetting honor and disgrace, just to enjoy the battle. The battlefield is constantly changing, the mountains and rivers are suffering from the vicissitudes of life under the fierce battle between the two, and they are also crazy in the thrilling battle.

Fighting, fighting, fighting, the two of them who fought endlessly were like crazy demons, and their combat power was still undiminished after a long battle. There was no sound or a word, only the sound of the clash of swords and the collapse of mountains and rivers was heard between heaven and earth, and the broken placket was dyed red, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was his own or the blood of his opponent.

Fighting, fighting, fighting, there was nothing else to think about, and the two sword-wielding figures were still unyielding. The three-foot Qingfeng in the hands of the two of them drew a cold sword light, each exuding an immortal edge.