Chapter 246: Killing Sword Momentum

In the elegant attic, Mu Hao didn't know that there were two eyes, and he was staring at where he was. Walking to the window, there was an endless sea of clouds at a glance, and Mu Hao had thought about what it was like to stand on the clouds. At this moment, he found that this feeling was really good, maybe just like what Shi Shuo said, with Shi Shuo there, the door rules could not bind him, and he could enter and exit the inner door and enter and exit the Chixu Peak.

It's just that Mu Hao wants to rely on his own strength to walk to the inner door and stand above the clouds. Because, he doesn't want to live such a miserable life in the future, and even look down on women. Mu Hao closed his eyes slightly, feeling the surging power in his body, he knew that this day would not be too long.

The clouds are full of fog, like the shore of the fairy country, and the white waves are surging. After bathing and changing clothes, Mu Hao stood on the Accord, in the breeze, dressed in white, like an immortal standing in the clouds. The white clothes fluttered, and his long hair danced like a wild snake.

Mu Hao's eyes were slightly closed, after three days of killing, it was rare to look at this vast sea of clouds, and his mood also calmed down. At the same time, Mu Hao seemed to notice something. Raising his eyes slightly, his eyes as bright as stars, he looked at the palace buildings in the distance, in which he could vaguely see a beautiful shadow.

Standing by the window, Shi Qinghan frowned slightly, as if he saw Mu Hao's gaze, and turned around and walked to the attic. Mu Hao shook his head a little boringly, she was really a girl who didn't hurt anyone.

If the Tower of Atonement is dead and dull, then this sea of clouds is somewhat quiet and distant. Mu Hao carried a long sword, leisurely walking in the sea of clouds, every step out of the feeling of unreality, looking at the rolling clouds in front of him, sometimes like a dragon soaring, sometimes like a wave of the sky, the momentum is mighty.

"Sonorous!" The crisp sound of the sword pierced through the clouds and cracked the stones, Mu Hao raised the sword in his hand with ease, tore through the clouds and mist, and the dark sword light was like a lonely boat in the vast ocean, riding the wind.

The sword surged, Mu Hao's body was as erratic as the breeze, and the one-style swordsmanship emerged endlessly, just like the tumbling clouds, one sword after another. In the end, Mu Hao kept repeating the same sword, the thirteenth style of the killing sword, although he failed to truly comprehend this sword, but this sword became more and more natural with Mu Hao's continuous practice and comprehension, and it scattered between the clouds and mist, and there was the momentum of breaking through the world.

kept rehearsing, and Mu Hao's mind was constantly deepening his understanding of the thirteenth style of sword killing. Suddenly, Mu Hao's dancing figure burst out and stopped suddenly. A little stunned looked at the sword in his hand, and then his eyes looked at the misty clouds in front of him with some bright eyes, and muttered softly: "I really want to find the feeling of this sword, the thirteenth style of the killing sword scatters the clouds and mist for thousands of miles!"

The feeling of standing in the sea of clouds and practicing swords is a completely different feeling from before. As if his state of mind resonated with this sword, Mu Hao's eyes showed a touch of contemplation. As far as Mu Hao knew, Shi Song created this thirteenth type of killing sword in his territory Baiyun City, Baiyun City fell in the highest and most dangerous Baiyun Mountain, towering, and its snow all year round, just like his master Shi Song, proud, cold, and lonely.

In the Chixu Palace and the Miluo Palace, as long as you become a master of the refining period, there will be a territory under your jurisdiction, which is also another disguised method of domination of the Central Realm by the Holy Land of the Two Palaces.

Standing in the sea of clouds, Mu Hao seemed to see the city among the white clouds, and also saw the figure of the stone song dancing sword in the past. Looking at the past from afar, there are rolling clouds and mist, and there are no ancients before and no one after the comers. At this moment, Mu Hao gradually felt Shi Song's lonely state of mind. As if he had figured this out, Mu Hao's mind suddenly brightened, lifting his sword, his body moved, fluttering like a frightening dragon, pretentious like a swimming dragon, gorgeous but not exaggerated, and his clothes flew up, like pieces of snow.

The tumbling sea of clouds also set off bursts of thunder from time to time, and the electric light dotted the sea of clouds like a ribbon, the dark clouds were like a cover, and the heavy rain poured in, all of which smashed into the sea of clouds, setting off bursts of cloud waves.

Walking in the sea of clouds, Mu Hao let the cold autumn rain fall on his clothes, the whole person became more and more dusty, a little cold star appeared, scattered layers of clouds and mist, and the majestic rain was only left in the entire sea of clouds, this light and heavy sword. A sword comes out, as if to pierce the sky, cut open the ground, kill the sword in three feet, and have no fear!

Mu Hao began to comprehend the thirteenth form of the sword killing sword technique in this vast sea of clouds and storms, and the inexplicable feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger, and the resonance with this sword became more and more strong. Sometimes the sword light is like practicing to cut through the ethereal clouds, sometimes the sword light is like the wind, blowing away the surging clouds and mist, and sometimes the sword light is like a waterfall, surging down and crashing into the sea of clouds.

The rain is still falling, Mu Hao's face is unwavering, and his eyes are cold as if he wants to cut through this sea of clouds, this rainstorm.

In the distance, Shi Shuo stood above the towering palace, looking at the clouds and mist with amazement, and a little cold star that burst out at that time. Vaguely, he actually saw a hint of the taste of the sword momentum, the sword momentum, the corners of Shi Shuo's mouth gently pouted these two words, is this possible? Even among the powerhouses in the refining period, there are very few people who have comprehended the "meaning", let alone the "potential" of a higher level.

Shi Shuo's attention was concentrated, his gaze was like a sword tearing through the vast clouds, and he saw the gorgeous sword that was like a swimming dragon, but a touch of shock flashed in the corners of his eyes, "What kind of swordsmanship is this, is it the thirteenth style of killing the sword, but why is it a little different?"

As a strong person in the merger period, Shi Shuo's eyesight is not low, and there is a trace of sword momentum condensed on this sword, although it has not yet taken shape. Once the real prototype of the sword momentum was condensed, it was Shi Shuo who had truly comprehended the sword momentum, and he never thought that he would see the taste of the sword momentum in Mu Hao's swordsmanship. Although Mu Hao did not really comprehend the sword momentum, it also means that Mu Hao has the possibility of comprehending the sword momentum.

Thinking of this, Shi Shuo's hands couldn't help but clasp together, no matter how much it cost, he must rebuild the foundation for Hao'er. Shi Shuo knew that today's Mu Hao was like an eagle falcon that had experienced countless ups and downs, once the foundation was reshaped, he would go in and out of the green underworld, straight up to the nine heavens, and fly higher than anyone else. It's just that even he doesn't know that Mu Hao's foundation is far deeper than he imagined.

I don't know how long it rained, and it didn't stop until the sun was setting. The twilight sunset, hanging upside down in the sea of clouds, dyes the vast clouds brown with a faint halo, which is charming.

Mu Hao's figure wielding his long sword also stopped abruptly, and there was irrepressible excitement and excitement on his white cheeks. In these few hours, Mu Hao had already practiced the thirteenth style of killing the sword to the point of beginner path. As long as he persisted for a few more days, Mu Hao was convinced that the proficiency of the thirteenth sword killing style would be able to improve to the realm of perfection.

As soon as he thought of this, Mu Hao felt that his whole body was full of energy, and he raised his sword again.

Mu Hao has a bad point, that is, once he indulges in something, he will forget the time, even when he puts on a light gauze for this cloud peak at night, Mu Hao has not noticed. It wasn't until a familiar fragrance came to his face that Mu Hao noticed it, raised his head and looked at the shadow walking in the distance, "Something?"

Shi Qinghan came in a curling way, walking among the clouds and mist, the white dress swayed in the wind under the night, the delicate and graceful figure loomed, looking at Mu Hao's sloppy appearance, his eyebrows raised slightly: "Father asked me to inform you to go over for dinner!", Shi Qinghan was still as cold as ever, and without waiting for Mu Hao to reply, he quickly turned around and left.

"Dinner!" Mu Hao looked slightly stunned, this is a very distant word. After the previous baptism of heavy rain, Mu Hao looked like a soup chicken and it was not an exaggeration, but looking at Shi Qinghan's distant back, Mu Hao didn't bother to change his clothes, and quickly stepped forward and followed closely.

Whether in the past life or in this life, resources are always unequal, and most of the resources are always in the hands of a few. Today, Mu Hao has experienced this sentence, in the splendid palace, the glass lamp is hanging upside down, and the soft light renders the dazzling array of delicacies on the table, rendering layers of luster, and the attractive fragrance is permeated.

Shi Qinghan sat in front of Mu Hao, looking at Mu Hao indifferently with a pair of starry eyes.

Mu Hao didn't notice Shi Qinghan's gaze, and focused on the dazzling array of delicacies, no one wants to live a life of drinking blood, even Mu Hao doesn't want to live the kind of day of the three days of the Tower of Atonement, even if he misses and is reluctant. Compared with Shi Qinghan's cold face, Mu Hao felt that the delicacies in front of him attracted his attention more, such as the meat porridge made of demon meat, and those round rice grains with a faint luster, obviously this meat porridge added a lot of medicinal herbs, which made people have a great appetite.

There was silence at the dinner table, and neither of them moved their chopsticks, waiting for Shi Shuo to appear.

After half a ring, a subordinate hurriedly broke in, lowered his head and said, "The palace master said that he would cultivate tonight, and he won't eat dinner tonight, let the young lady and the young master feel free!"

Shi Qinghan frowned, sometimes she sees many things more thoroughly than anyone else, such as in front of her, no matter how she looks at it, her father creates an opportunity for herself and Mu Hao to be alone, such as the dinner in front of her, no matter how you look at it, it is carefully prepared.

As soon as he thought of this, Shi Qinghan felt a sense of laughter. Even if she was a little reluctant in her heart, Shi Qinghan didn't get up and leave directly, in her opinion, this was a very rude behavior, and she was also afraid of hurting the young man's self-esteem, even if she had a kind of resistance to this young man in her heart, but there was also a kind of pity.

Just like the hostess, Shi Qinghan gently pushed the tableware towards Mu Hao, and said coldly: "Father said that tonight is considered to be for you to catch the wind and wash the dust, and at the same time celebrate that you walked out of the Tower of Atonement safe and sound." ”。

"Thank you!" For a beautiful woman, Mu Hao didn't mind saying thank you at all, took the tableware and wiped out the large plate of food in front of him. Today, he patronized his cultivation but did not enter a drop of water, Ru Mao drank blood for too many days, and when he saw these delicious things, it can be said that his appetite increased, and it swept across the entire dining table like a wind sweeping leaves, gobbling up, without any image.

Shi Qinghan looked at it dumbfounded, this was like a dinner table after an earthquake, and it suddenly became a mess.

There are sometimes feasts in the outer door, and there are also some boring feasts in the inner door. Shi Qinghan had seen countless disciples of the Red Void Palace, and they showed an elegant demeanor during the meal, and no one was as anxious and indecent as Mu Hao. Frowning slightly, Shi Qinghan took the tableware and behaved elegantly, even if the delicacies in front of her were all fragrant, she only took a bite and put them aside, and the contrast between the two was a stark contrast.

After the wind swept through it, Mu Hao wiped his mouth with a meal, looked at the mess at the table, and felt some inexplicable regret. Every piece of demon meat on this table was enough to make those civilian monks fight for their heads and bleed. Shi Qinghan simply ate some, put down the tableware, and looked at Mu Hao's strange eyes, "Haven't you eaten enough?"

"No, I haven't been so full in years as I am today!" Mu Hao shook his head.

Mu Hao's casual words made Shi Qinghan frown slightly, and then he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable pity in his heart. Mu Hao didn't seem to notice the change in Shi Qinghan's eyes, and suddenly sighed: "Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and the hungry has frozen bones, and now this feeling is deeply experienced!"

As soon as the words fell, Mu Hao looked at Shi Qinghan, who lowered his head slightly, even if this woman didn't make a sound, she gave people a cold aura. Immediately, Mu Hao slowly got up and said to Shi Qinghan: "Thank you for your hospitality today, if there is nothing to do, I will go back first!"