Chapter 299: Only the lonely sword is powerful

"That cemetery is located in the border of Western Qin, far away from the gate of the Red Void Palace. Although we have to pay a lot of contribution points, but with these birds, we can rush to the border of Xiqin tonight. The shock in the corner of Yang Xiu's eyes slowly dissipated, and he turned his head to look at the calm on Mu Hao's face. "I really can't imagine why you would be so calm after defeating Qin Wuyang, who was at the sixth layer of the Transformation God. Although Qin Wuyang is not a strong person in the Tianquan Pavilion, in the Seven Pavilions of the Red Void Palace, Qin Wuyang's strength is much stronger than most people!".

"A few days ago, I had defeated the disciples of the sixth layer of the Transformation God. Mu Hao touched his nose and said vaguely Mu Hao's eyebrows drooped slightly, and there was a little contemplation in his black eyes. Speaking of the border of Western Qin, Mu Hao and Western Qin still have some grievances, the corner of his eye swept over the disciples of Tianji Pavilion and Tianquan Pavilion, this team seemed to be divided into three small groups, one of them was a disciple of Tianji Pavilion, the second was a disciple of Tianquan Pavilion, and the third was Mu Hao himself.

When the corner of his eye swept over Hua Manlou, Mu Hao was secretly vigilant in his heart, and the most important thing to be vigilant in the whole team was this Hua Manlou. Maybe Yu Ji is here, this guy doesn't dare to do things that go too far, but this guy can still do the thing of wearing small shoes for himself secretly.

This journey is destined to be not as simple as imagined, Mu Hao closed his eyes slightly and cultivated.

"Now, maybe with his footwork and sword skills, he can defeat the disciples of the sixth layer of the gods. But if you want to gain a foothold in the Seven Pavilions of the Chixu Palace, and even deal with the next revenge of Qin Zheng's two brothers and others, the fourth layer of Yuanying is not enough!"

Feeling the surging mana in his body, Mu Hao's slightly frowning brows stretched, these penances are still somewhat effective, and the fourth layer of Yuanying is at its peak. A moment later, Yu Ji came. However, Yu Ji was followed by a young man who looked a little sluggish.

"This is Senior Brother Zhang Ying of the Beast Control Pavilion, this time it is Senior Brother Zhang Ying who will take us to this cemetery to visit the tomb. Yu Ji introduced, this Senior Brother Zhang Ying, obviously not good at words, nodded slightly, "I've seen Senior Brother Zhang Ying." The disciples, including Hua Manlou, stood up and saluted one after another.

"Ang!" In the sky, a high-pitched cry came through the clouds and cracked stones. An overwhelming terrifying coercion slowly fell, and a huge shadow swept across the sky.

"It's the Silver-Winged Giant Peng, this Shadow Senior Brother is not simple, he can actually tame this Silver-Winged Giant Peng. Yang Xiu looked at the sky and said with some shock. In the vast sea of clouds, the silver giant peng soared in the sky, flowing with a luster similar to mercury all over its body, and when its huge wings flapped, it could always set off a terrifying tide. Zhang Ying let out a hissing sound similar to ventriloquism, and the silver-winged giant peng that spread its wings slowly descended.

A terrifying aura came to his face, Mu Hao looked at this silver-winged giant peng slightly, compared to the netherworld blue beast he saw in the past, it was obvious that this silver-winged giant peng in front of him was more majestic. However, Mu Hao estimated that if the two clashed, the Netherworld Blue Beast would definitely completely abuse this silver-winged giant peng.

"It's almost time, let's get ready to go!"

"There's Senior Brother Lao Zhangying!" Yu Ji bowed and saluted, her delicate body moved, and with a light lotus step, Yu Ji swept onto the silver-winged giant peng.

Just like the original Netherworld Blue Beast, there are also a lot of positions on the broad back of the silver-winged giant peng, Yu Ji found a place at random, pointed to the adjacent position, and smiled at Mu Hao: "There is still a place here, and Senior Brother Mu Hao is sitting here." ”。

Yang Xiu immediately looked at Mu Hao with a little envy, Mu Hao didn't have any restraint, and appeared on the silver-winged giant peng like a glimpse, sitting next to Yu Ji. After half a ring, Yang Xiu, Hua Manlou and others also swept onto the silver-winged giant peng.

"Ang!" The high-pitched hiss rushed straight to the sky, and the silver-winged giant peng was like an arrow off the string, its huge wings flapping wildly, rising high and rushing into the clouds.

The clouds and mist were misty, and Hua Manlou sat behind him, his eyes seemed to look at Mu Hao and Yu Ji sitting in front of him casually, and a faint touch of coldness and anger flashed in the pupils of Mu Hao. In this dead and silent area, the moonlight was so white that it fell on the snow.

"The prey has appeared, and according to the intelligence from the inside, the prey has gone to the cemetery on the border of Western Qin. A faint glow of fire flashed in the dark corner, and a figure wrapped in blood-colored robes slowly appeared, standing in front of the firelight like a ghost.

"Is there any other news from the inside line besides this information?" another gloomy voice came up, and a handsome boy came under the bright moonlight, a pair of deep eyes under the inky sword eyebrows, as cold as the middle of the night.

"A few months ago, he was only on the fourth layer of Jindan, but after coming out of the peak of the Immortal Tombs, his cultivation has reached half a step and turned into a god, which is really incredible, but it is also stupid to break the dantian and destroy the foundation as a price. ”

"Since the end of the Immortal Tomb Peak, it has broken through the Transformation God in less than a month, and has reached the third layer of the Transformation God, I really suspect that this is an intelligence error. After entering the inner gate, he defeated several opponents of the fifth layer of the god and the sixth layer of the god one after another, and so far he has cultivated to the fourth layer of the god. The hoarse voice, in the gloomy forest sea, there was a terrifying coldness, and the red-robed figure slowly raised his head to look at the young man who came over: "This prey is not as simple as Xi Qin said, he has entered the palace pavilion of the Red Void Palace, and he has stayed in the palace tower for a day when he first entered. ”。

The pupils of his eyes shrunk, the corners of the young man's mouth twitched slightly, he sat in front of the fire, staring at the flickering firelight uncertainly, and said with a smile: "How many people in the organization have obtained this information?"

"In addition to our squad, there is also the Night Squad. Under the blood robe, a hoarse voice rose again

"That is to say, there is not much time left for us, so inform the other members to leave. The young man's eyes drooped even lower, and he said indifferently.

The hoarse voice of "Nuo" faded away in the darkness, and the young man sat motionless in front of the fire, until the fire was completely extinguished, the young man got up, raised his head and looked up at the stars in the night sky, and his whole face instantly became gloomy: "Hades wants you to die in the third watch, who dares to keep you in the fifth watch, the prey that my Hades team values will let you go?"

Vast as a sea of smoke, ethereal. A silver torrent went straight into the green underworld, soaring in the sea of clouds like a lonely boat, standing on the green underworld. Facing the bright moon, Mu Hao's heart was extraordinarily quiet, and his eyes looked at the surging clouds and mist under the moon.

Condescendingly, Mu Hao sometimes saw the peaks looming in the clouds. The effect of comprehending the sword killing sword technique in the sea of clouds is far more significant than before.

When Mu Hao returned to the Red Void Palace, Mu Hao had never relaxed for a day, and his nerves were tense all the time, especially when he entered the inner door. He lived a life of asceticism and hatred, no matter when, Mu Hao felt that there was a sharp sword hanging above his head, which could fall at any time. Therefore, Mu Hao constantly pressed himself, demanding that he constantly break through, and for countless nights, he had sat on the cliff wall, quietly comprehending the sword killing technique.

After such a long time, Mu Hao himself has to admit that there is an inexplicable exhaustion, not physical exhaustion, but inner exhaustion. Until he looked at the sea of clouds and the moonlight in front of him, the tiredness in Mu Hao's heart disappeared. At this moment, Mu Hao seemed to have a great understanding, completely opening his heart and letting his thoughts sway like clouds and mist in the vast sky, soaring between the Milky Way and the moon.

His mind was completely immersed in this heaven and earth, and Mu Hao even forgot Yu Ji, who was the world's most glamorous on the side, forgot the cold gaze like a poisonous snake behind him, and forgot the silver-winged giant peng that roared high-pitched from time to time. In a trance, Mu Hao only felt that in front of him, occasionally flashed a dazzling, stunning and peerless sword light, passing away month by month, scattering thousands of clouds. In the sea of clouds, Mu Hao was dressed in white and gently swayed.

The miserable white moonlight was reflected on Mu Hao's fair face, and a faint astonishing change slowly appeared on Mu Hao's body.

"Ang!" a high-pitched hiss pierced through the clouds and cracked stones, and most of them closed their eyes slightly. Yu Jiqiao, who was sitting in the moonlight, looked at Mu Hao on the side with a surprised look. Under the gaze of her beautiful eyes, she seemed to feel that Mu Hao was simply a relict immortal who had broken through the sky, and the clothes that moved lightly were dazzling.

"Do you learn to sword?" The voice of arrogance like ice and snow in the distant mountains slowly flooded in Mu Hao's mind, under this voice, Mu Hao's calm eyes were like ripples in a dead lake, and the miserable white moonlight touched by Mu Hao's eyes writhed at this moment. In the haze, Mu Hao seemed to see a city standing on the snow in the sea of clouds and the moon, majestic atmosphere, flying pavilion flowing Dan, and the sun was shining.

The figure in white clothes like snow stood on the shore of the white clouds, and the white hand like jade lightly held the simple sword, and it rose lightly, like a shock. Draw the sword, take out the sword, collect the sword, and the sword light that amazes the world appears. Looking at this scene, Mu Hao had a kind of enlightenment-like awareness, and in a trance, he seemed to have incarnated into that figure, regardless of each other.

The high hanging moon, the lone pine of the mountain stream, the ethereal sea of clouds, and the majestic white cloud city. Mu Hao was immersed in it, until a cold wind like a mountain stream and a secluded spring, the moment it hit his face, the ripples in Mu Hao's dark eyes dissipated, and it was replaced by the chill of the ice and snow in the distant mountains, this kind of look Mu Hao had seen in Shi Song's eyes.

Mu Hao's pupils shrank imperceptibly, and the corners of his mouth even trembled slightly, "I finally succeeded in comprehending the fifteenth-style sword killing sword technique, and comprehended the sword momentum!"

A long time ago, when Mu Hao showed his sword killing technique, there was a certain mysterious rhyme in the clouds. At that time, Shi Shuo had seen a trace of the rudiments of the sword momentum in Mu Hao. Mu Hao once comprehended the sword killing sword technique at the top of the white clouds, and also felt the sword technique in the mountain stream where the bright moon shone high.

After the accumulation of these days, Mu Hao's understanding of the sword killing sword technique has been deepened, and he even occasionally comes into contact with that kind of mysterious feeling, but Mu Hao never thought that today's epiphany actually allowed him to comprehend the sword momentum in one fell swoop, and the sword momentum was initially formed.

"Only the lonely sword momentum!" Mu Hao's lips moved slightly, this was Shi Song's sword momentum. Shi Song is a lonely and arrogant swordsman, he has no friends, he is the lord of Baiyun City on the ice and snow of the distant mountains, in the white clouds of his immortals, there is a peerless edge, his world is destined to be lonely, and the only thing that can be accompanied by him is the white cloud and the sea. Loneliness is the interpretation of Shi Song's sword posture, and this is also Shi Song's sword path.

In the history of the Seven Realms of Cultivating Immortals, there have been countless swordsmen of peerless elegance. However, even if these people have been poor all their lives, they have never felt the sword momentum until they stepped on it, standing on the shoulders of the giant Shi Song, Mu Hao had an epiphany of this solitary sword momentum. If this was the past, even with Mu Hao's temperament, he would not be able to suppress the excitement and trembling in his heart, but at this moment, Mu Hao's heart was a little heavy, and he raised his eyes to look at the vast sea of clouds, although the clouds were ethereal, they brought an inexplicable sense of loneliness and suffocation.

This feeling of suffocation seemed to spread, and Yu Ji's heart was also a little inexplicably heavy, and when she touched Mu Hao's eyes reflecting the vast sea of clouds, her heart trembled slightly. A wordless sense of loneliness crept through her heart, especially in this endless sea of clouds.