On the occasion of the cold winter wax moon, the strange pavilion followed by a few heavy snowfalls, the earth is snow-white everywhere, the thick white snow is soft, soft, clean and flawless, as far as the eye can see, the mountains and mountains in the distance are covered in silver and are extraordinarily enchanting, the cold wind is cold, blowing the snowflakes on the trees, like willow catkins flying.

In a blink of an eye, another month has passed, and when the New Year is approaching, there is a festive atmosphere everywhere, writing Spring Festival couplets and cutting window flowers, so lively. Young children are also rarely relaxed, no one urges them to cultivate, naturally they are all playing in the snow, building snowmen and having snowball fights, and they are all going crazy.

Mo Fan has been cultivating these days, and the so-called Fire Earth Dragon Ball was sucked up by him and turned into a pile of powder. "Mixed Yuan Wuji" is inclusive, refining the fake dragon ball made of this demon beast Neidan is naturally easy, destroying two fifth-order spirit weapons, he has no pity, although the return does not meet expectations, but the changes in the body can be seen.

With the elixirs of several seniors that stimulated the bloodline, plus these two fake dragon balls, Mo Fan finally transformed again. Maybe it was because the blood in his body was too thin or something else, but his transformation only lasted for a quarter of an hour before returning to its original state, and this state of affairs that he couldn't control made him a little crazy. Although awakening the bloodline and improving one's strength is one's real goal, it is also an unexpected joy if one can unravel one's life experience by the way.

successfully transformed once, and several seniors were enthusiastic and regarded him as a baby. Although he didn't understand whether he was a guinea pig or something else in the eyes of several seniors, Mo Fan respected and thanked them from the bottom of his heart, no matter what, the care of these seniors for him was real, and the favor he received was even more real, and he had to know how to be grateful and know how to reciprocate.

In the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Mo Fan personally went to the mountains to hunt some game, cooked a large table of delicious food and spent the New Year with several seniors, which is the only thing he can do at present. This meal can be regarded as a thank you for the care of your predecessors these days, and it can be regarded as a parting feast, after the New Year, he will embark on a new journey, first to go to the Qingshuang Realm to borrow the dragon ball, and then go to the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion to take the treasure left by the sword spirit Li Dashan.

Mo Fan got up and toasted the seniors with a wine glass, and drank it all as he spoke, his words were full of sincerity and reluctance, "Several seniors, juniors toast you, thank you for taking care of me these days." You're like my grandfather, I won't say anything hypocritical, I mean it is all in this glass of wine, hehe! I'm leaving tomorrow, I'm afraid I won't see your seniors for a long time, I'm really a little reluctant, next time I come back, I'm going to invite a few seniors to drink flower wine, hehe!"

"Bastard boy!"

"Huh!"

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This parting banquet was full of laughter, there is a way that everyone is drunk if they are not drunk, several people are a little drunk, and there is a faint pain in their vicissitudes of life. The rivers and lakes are far away, the red dust is full of dreams, even if it is famous all over the world, in the end it is just a handful of loess covered by it, and there is a surviving life is also a lonely life. Who does not have incomprehensible hatred, who does not have speechless pain, who does not have unforgettable warmth......

Early in the morning of the first day of the new year, Mo Fan quietly left the Strange Pavilion without notifying anyone, and although he was cautious, he was still noticed by someone with a heart. He doesn't care about this, he has the strength and self-confidence, and if he wants his own life, he must have the ability to take it!

On the fifth day of the first month of the first month of Tianyuan 7540, the eagle in the northwest of Yunzhou was sad, the snow had not melted, the sky was a little gloomy, Mo Fan was cut off by someone, and the heaven and earth were slaughtered, he glanced at the murderous people in front of him and behind him, and said with an evil smile: "Brothers, are you all here to pay New Year's greetings to your younger brother!

"Die, kill, kill..."

Everyone was speechless, and in response to him was a burst of killing sounds, a sword in his hand Mo Fan was not afraid of life and death, and his smile turned cold and shot is a lore, "The sword intent leads to heaven and earth, a sword captures the sky, and the sword rain sweeps the world!"

Xiaoxiao's sword rain was endless, and the screams of people when they were dying came and went, and the thirty-six people who besieged and killed Mo Fan were wiped out by him in one move, these people were all the guards of His Royal Highness the late Prince of Qingzhou, and their cultivation was around the peak of the third order, and there were also two of them in the Linghai Realm, and they couldn't imagine that they would be lost in a small mountain stream like this. The sword qi runs through the top, the blood is sprinkled in the sky, and the endless snow spots are dotted with red snow, revealing an alternative style!

With the intention of the imperial qi, with the qi of the sword, the sword into thousands, the sword volley, is called "a thousand blades endless"; the resonance of the human sword, the mutual feeling of heaven and man, the harmony of the will and the spirit, the heaven and the earth and the vitality of the sword of the sky, this is the essence of the "sword picking the stars and reflecting the mountains and rivers". Mo Fan and Sword Spirit Li Dashan have been studying hard for more than a month, and with the all-encompassing characteristics of "Mixed Yuan Wuji", they finally combined these two sword moves into one, and evolved into the current "Sword Sweeping the World".

The extreme move tried the sword for the first time, but Mo Fan was not very satisfied, because this move was too heavy on himself, if it weren't for the fact that the true qi in his body was far more than several times that of ordinary people, it was really possible to be sucked dry by one move. The effect did not meet expectations, but the consumption far exceeded expectations, which made people have to reflect, and he didn't care about collecting the loot, Mo Fan fell into deep thought, thinking about how to improve his moves.

The road ahead is unpredictable, and now Mo Fan is untimely and at the tip of the horns, the sword spirit has no choice but to transmit the voice of the spiritual sense: "Stinky boy, which kind of martial arts is not successful after countless improvements, don't drill the horns, it's not just these people who are waiting to kill you, the real masters haven't appeared yet! Most of the people who have not understood the martial arts of their predecessors, so don't be entangled, when the realm is reached, it will naturally be passed!"

Mo Fan is not a person who can't listen to advice, with the sword spirit on his side to remind him, he quickly collected some loot and immediately turned around and stayed away from this place of right and wrong. It's just that he hasn't gone far, and he was blocked by a group of people, and his cultivation is uneven, all of them are reckless men licking blood from the knife on the rivers and lakes. In their eyes, they do not distinguish between right and wrong, right and wrong, good and evil, they only have interests in their eyes, although they are not killers, they do the work of killers, and they are called mercenaries.

Since these people have the courage to block the road, Mo Fan doesn't care so much, he is not a good person, and those who stand in the way will be killed. This time, he didn't make a big move, but fought with people in close quarters, relying on his body skills to be unparalleled in the world, and the extremely sharp sword was extremely sharp, and he slaughtered all these people with the most basic sword moves. The simple stab and pick, sweep and flirtation, are as natural as antelope hanging horns, and no one is the enemy of his triad.

The stump was broken, and the blood was sprinkled on the snow, Mo Fan ignored it coldly, and said disdainfully that the fool would go away if he was looking for death.