Chapter Seventy-Three, Dustless and Dirtless

There was no reason for him not to laugh, he had so much reason not to laugh, he had only two words to get a chance to take the lead, how could he not laugh? And it was a great opportunity not to laugh, so good that he had never had a good opportunity since he met Mo Dumping, so he had a very good reason to laugh, he smiled very brightly and very confidently.

"Although I have cracked your sword, I still can't crack your sword. ”

"But I'm still fighting. ”

These two sentences are said by Gu Mozhi, he didn't lie, he didn't lie a word, he did have cracked the sword technique of the ink pool, but he still cracked the sword of the ink pool after all-in the world - in the world, there is no sword technique that is impeccable, and there is no swordsman who is unparalleled in the world, any swordsmanship, any swordsman has flaws, as long as he finds a flaw, he will have a chance to kill it.

He had already found a flaw in the sword spectrum of the Ink Tilting Pool, but he had only found a flaw in the sword spectrum of the Ink Tilting Pool. When he recalled the four moves between the ink pouring pool and his opponent, the joy of cracking the sword spectrum suddenly disappeared - the ink pouring pool had already integrated the sword into the natural one, although the sword move was still the original sword move, but the ink pouring pool used it with a kind of stunning magic, far from ordinary swordsmen using this move can be compared.

"His swordsmanship has long surpassed sword moves, but my cracking method is limited to sword moves. Gu Mozhi sighed lightly in his heart, at that time, he had already understood why Mo Dump Chi would be so confident in handing over the sword spectrum to him, because Ink Dump Chi made a move from his heart, and the human sword was combined, and it was no longer possible to win by cracking the sword spectrum.

But he was not reconciled, he was unwilling to be defeated without a fight, so he came, and he also came up with a method that he was not willing to come up with, that is, to attack the heart with words to cause the ink to lose his mind during the duel, he has taken the lead, and he has exchanged thunder to divide the victory and defeat.

Martial arts cultivation has reached their level, and no matter who takes the lead, the balance of victory and defeat is tipped to one side, almost to the point where it is difficult for ordinary people to turn the tables.

In order not to let the ink dumping pool turn over, Gu Mozhi made a desperate bet, his shot was very fast, and the shot was also full of all his might, without the slightest mercy! When his palm was pushed out, the palm had already appeared in front of the ink dumping pool, and in another instant, both palms had already hit the chest of the ink dumping pool.

Hatomo was already able to laugh, but his smile was no longer able to smile before it appeared on his face, and his smile was overshadowed by a very crisp sound, and a thud sounded.

The silver light in front of him was shining, like the moonlight falling into dust, and appeared on his chest when he was palmed by Mo Tingchi just now.

Naturally, it is impossible for Yuehua to come to the world, and it is still the day that comes to the world. It wasn't Yuehua that shimmered silver, but a sword that floated in mid-air and spun rapidly. Just now, his hand didn't hit the internal organs of Mo Dump Chi, but a sword.

Kumachi didn't know when Mozenike's saber was unsheathed, he only knew that the sword floating in mid-air was Mozenike's saber.

The saber rotated rapidly in front of Mo Dump Chi's chest, but only about an inch away, and Mo Tilt Chi stood with his hands in his hands, calmly looking at Gu Mozhi who was shocked back by the cold sword intent of the sword on the sword, and then glanced down at the sword that was getting colder and deeper, the momentum was getting more and more desolate, and the temperament was becoming more and more lonely and lonely.

This momentary change made the pupils of Hauma Zhi, who thought he was in control, shrink sharply, but he quickly relaxed, and there was no joy or sadness on his face. And Mu Wanqing finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, she believed in Mo Dump Chi very much, but when Gu Mozhi's hands were about to imprint Ink Dump Chi's chest, she had even made a move, if it wasn't for a pair of hands holding her shoulders, she would have already made a move.

The man was just very calm but also very confident and said, "Childe will not be defeated." ”

The ink dumping pool is not defeated, at least at this moment, anyone can see that the ink dumping pond is not defeated, the sword is spinning rapidly in front of the ink tilting pool, and the ink tilting pond looks at Gu Mozhi with a calm expression, like a king in the sword looking down on his courtiers.

"It seems that you already know that you are no match for me. Mo Tingchi spoke calmly, as if nothing had happened at all. At this moment, Gu Mozhi's words were also very calm, and he nodded: "I was fooled after all, I shouldn't have studied your sword spectrum, I shouldn't have agreed to your conditions, if I didn't study your sword spectrum, at least I still have the heart to fight." ”

Mo Tingchi smiled: "But after you studied my sword spectrum, you found that even if you cracked all my sword moves, you couldn't defeat me, so you didn't even have the belief to fight." ”

Gu Mozhi said: "So I was fooled after all, even if I don't study your sword spectrum, with my current strength, I can fight you at least four moves, but I study your sword spectrum, I can only fight you with three moves at most to determine the winner and loser, and I can't think of which move you will make at all." ”

Mo Tingchi nodded and said: "Yes, now your heart is in chaos, your heart has distracting thoughts, you should know that once people like us have distracting thoughts in their hearts, it is more terrible than anything." ”

"I know. ”

Mo Tingchi glanced at Kumachi, who couldn't help clenching his fists, and said, "So now you yourself can't get rid of distracting thoughts, but I can help you." ”

"You help me?" Haruma looked up, a look of disbelief in his eyes,

Mo Tingchi didn't look at Gu Mozhi, and continued to speak in a still calm tone: "Yes, I'll help you, but are you willing to believe me?"

Gu Mozhi didn't speak, but Mo Tingchi spoke again: "I will only make one move, and you also know that this move is the seventh move in the sword book I gave you: Autumn wind and falling leaves, can you hear clearly?"

Gu Mozhi still didn't speak, no one knew if he heard clearly or didn't hear clearly, but Mo Dump Chi had already paid no attention to it, he had slowly closed his eyes, his eyes closed very slowly, nearly twice as slow as ordinary people.

However, the sword on his chest was very, spinning rapidly, and the cold light on the sword was even sharper.

The sword spun and rolled up a gust of sword wind, a hurricane formed by the pervasive sword qi.

The hurricane swept up the chrysanthemums on the ground that should not have withered at this time and this season, and the chrysanthemums flew up and down with the sword around the sword, like a beautiful woman dancing, like a falling waterfall, like a desert sand, and like a boat in the water.

In the short moment when Mo Tingchi closed his eyes, the remnant chrysanthemum rolled up by the sword wind had already formed more than a dozen patterns in mid-air.

Haruma still didn't speak, he had already recognized the move of the ink pouring pool, which was indeed the starting move of the autumn wind and falling leaves. But he didn't understand why Mo Dump Chi would tell him that he only used this move, did he think that he couldn't even take this move, or did he deliberately use this move to induce him to make wrong inferences, and then change his move halfway to win.

In the snap of his fingers, Gu Mozhi had thought about it thousands of times in his mind, thinking about thousands of possibilities, but it was difficult to get an answer after all.

But Mo Dumpchi's eyes had already opened, and then he held it.

The moment Mo Tanchi held the sword, Hasuma Chi felt an unprecedented pressure appear. However, this pressure disappeared in an instant as soon as it appeared, and the sword wind disappeared with it, and the ink pouring pool also disappeared in place.

Limbo microstep.

Autumn wind and falling leaves.

The step is the Lingbo microstep of the free school, and the move is the autumn wind and falling leaves.

The sword was pointed at Harumachi's chest, and it was only a split second that the sword was retracted.

Mu Wanqing didn't understand who won and who lost between the two of them, but when the sword was put into the sheath, the chrysanthemums that were about to fall to the ground due to the disappearance of the sword wind hit Gu Mozhi very elegantly.

One, two, ten, hundred, thousand, tens of thousands.

In the blink of an eye, Hatomachi's chest was covered with chrysanthemums, and Hatomo was speechless, standing in place like a sculpture, staring at the ink pouring pool with his eyes, not saying a word, his eyes were blank, as if he had lost his soul.

Mo Tilt Pond came with chrysanthemums, stepped on chrysanthemums, led the beauty, as elegant as when he came, and free and elegant when he walked.

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On the way, Mu Wanqing asked, "Is he dead?"

Mo Tianchi shook his head in surprise and said, "Why do you ask that?"

Mu Wanqing tilted his head and said, "Because he looks like he has lost his soul." ”

Mo Tianchi sighed: "If I wanted to kill him, he was already dead with the sword just now, and he was already dead when he hesitated whether I made the trick of autumn wind and falling leaves." ”

Mu Wanqing's martial arts were far inferior to Mo Dump Chi, but her eyesight was not bad, and she asked, "The killing move of that move just now is not in the sword that is quickly struck, but in the chrysanthemum that comes in the night when the sword is called?"

Mo Dump Chi shook his head and said, "No. ”

"That killing move is a sword?"

Mo Dump Chi also shook his head and said, "No!"

"And what was the killing move of that move just now?"

"Both!" Seeing that Mu Wanqing still looked puzzled, Mo Dump Chi explained: "When the chrysanthemum appeared, Gu Mozhi was distracted to deal with the chrysanthemum that came gracefully and slowly, so my sword is a killing move. When Kumachi is distracted by my sword, the chrysanthemum will hit Kumachi's whole body, and although he has the golden body Arhat Divine Skill to protect his body, he can only be defeated. ”

"Didn't he find a way to crack your trick?"

Mo Tingchi smiled: "He did find it." ”

Mu Wanqing said: "But he didn't use it?"

Mo Tingchi sighed, "He can't use it when he hesitates. ”

"Why?"

Mo Tingchi said: "Because the only way to crack my move is to avoid its edge, and he didn't retreat when my move was at its peak, how can he crack my move?"

"Now I finally understand why, you have never been defeated?" Mu Wanqing was silent for a long time before speaking slowly.

Mo Tingchi smiled and looked at the innocent and romantic woman in front of him who was always only in front of him, and said with a smile: "Why?"

Mu Wanqing tilted her head and said in a slightly childish tone: "Because you are so smart, your every move will cause the opponent to misjudge, and they will definitely not be able to exert their full strength when they really fight you." ”

Mo Dumping Chi smiled elegantly and said a word that Mu Wanqing could never forget: "My heart is dust-free, and they have, so I win, and they lose!"

At this moment, the ink pouring pool is like a god who is not stained with red dust.