Chapter 115 The swordsman’s fighting spirit (1)

The sky is still so dark that you can't see your fingers, but two people several miles apart can still feel each other's breath clearly in the dark night, so there is a straight line between them, without any bends.

So straight that when the black figure walked to Mo Hun, he would draw a straight line with his sword marks on the ground.

During this period, Mo Hun could have traveled so far away and reached this person in an instant, and this person would have used the same technique to reach Mo Hun in an instant, because there was no way up this short mountain.

If you want to go up, you can only rely on superb cultivation. If you climb boldly, you will not even be able to reach the bottom of the mountain, and you will be devastated by thorns along the way.

Even though both of them have the magical power of teleportation, no one did it because they seemed to like the feeling now, which gave people a chilling atmosphere, just like on the eve of death, the three-foot white silk was gone.

In the world of mortals, and in the dark night, no matter what kind of disturbance, people can accept it calmly, let alone walking freely on the huge rocks as flat as the sea and the lake?

The long wind blew by, lifting Mo Hun's long fluttering hair, revealing his scarlet eyes and the unyielding look under his handsome face.

Finally, this seemingly long wait has finally come to an end. The shadows of the two people are infinitely close. A black shadow merges into the boundless night. His existence is almost invisible to the naked eye. If it weren't for him,

His sword made a hissing sound on the ground, but no one could see him. But in the dark night, the other red figure appeared so clear, so clear that his long hair could be seen clearly. Under his long hair

The red light in the slightly blocked eyes shines far away.

Phew~

Mo Hun suddenly turned around and turned his two deep eyes towards the figure walking in the darkness.

As if feeling Mo Hun's gaze, the figure was suddenly startled as he kept moving forward at a steady pace, but it was such a slight startle. After a while, the man returned to his calmness and walked slowly towards

Mo Hun stood ten meters in front of him.

"Hello, friend." The black figure spoke, with a hint of familiar hoarseness in his voice. This hoarseness was so special, just like what he said, it was very intriguing.

Friends? Who is whose friend? Who knows whom? Who has met whom?

Phew~

Mo Hun took a long breath and said calmly: "So it's you. I thought you didn't dare to admit it or stand up."

Another gust of black wind rose up in the sky, but this black wind just happened to pass by here, and no one was coming. However, this black wind was just right, changing Mo Hun's voice into several timbres, making it unclear.

passed into the ears of the man in black.

"Haha, why don't I dare to stand up? Do you think I will be afraid of you?" In the darkness, the man's voice suddenly sounded, and words full of gunpowder began to fill the air.

"Since you admit that you are you, it's easy to settle. Let's settle the accounts of that day." Mo Hun raised the long sword in his hand and pointed the tip of the sword at the man in black's brow. The shining long sword

, revealing an extremely domineering and strong murderous aura.

"Well, you have to wait for this. What kind of debt are you talking about? When did I owe you the debt?" The man in black was stunned and said hurriedly, with a bit of confusion in his tone and asked doubtfully.

"You still dare to pretend?" Mo Hun said coldly.

"Well, I never pretend, and I never owe a debt, so the debt you are talking about is probably not mine. Little brother, you probably got the wrong person." The man in black explained, with an explanation tone.

, the hoarse component is very high, and I can’t hear what it means or what its flavor is.

"Have you seen me two years ago?" Mo Hun put down the long sword in his hand. Since the other party refused to admit the truth, he told him bit by bit until he remembered what he did. Anyway, he had a lot

There is still plenty of time to seize the opportunity to behead the opponent before dawn.

"Two years ago, I met a lot of people, more people than you have seen since you were a child, and even more ants than you have seen. But if you ask me if I have seen you, I think I should.

Have you ever, or haven't you seen it?" The man in black was so talkative for some reason at the moment, more talkative than ever before, so after his hoarse voice finished such a long sentence, his throat obviously couldn't hold it anymore, and he faintly said

Coughed twice.

"Well? When did you become so glib? I remember you were not like this before." Mo Hun frowned. It was indeed the case. In the memory, this person was not like this. He should be the opposite, extremely cold.

The kind of person who kills people without blood is completely different from the person he saw today. At this moment, Mo Hun was a little doubtful of himself, wondering if he had seen the wrong person.

The long wind in the dark night, with a different kind of coolness, passed quietly between the two of them, as if it was afraid of disturbing the slightly weird atmosphere here.

"I have always been this kind of person, from childhood to now, but you have never understood me." The man in black finished speaking calmly, then turned around.

Mo Hun's lowered eyelids had already seen the figure of the man in black turning around, but he was still unwilling to stare at him with his eyes. He was stunned for a long time. It was not until the man took many steps that Mo Hun finally

He yelled: "The Imperial Capital - Xiaodu."

The voice was cold, like falling snowflakes in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, falling piece by piece on the person's neck, making it feel so cool and uncomfortable.

It's just that this sound is not a snowflake, but it is more contagious than snowflakes. It is inexplicably contagious. Although there are only four words, said in two words, the rhythm and tone make people's breath unavoidable.

Hold your breath and concentrate on it.

At this time, the man in black had obviously stopped for these four words. The man looked up to the sky, but the sky would not tell him what to do. Fortunately, he was not the kind of person who couldn't make up his mind.

He has his own opinions. From the beginning to now, he has always acted according to his intentions and opinions without any deviation.

Long time~

Time passed quickly in the dark night, just like sleeping. Although it only took a moment to close the eyes, it was already dawn when they opened their eyes again, but they did not close their eyes, the man in black did not close his eyes, and Mo Hun did not.

Didn't close eyes.

Mo Hun has been locking the man in black with his eyes, and the man in black has been locking the sky with his eyes.

The man in black seemed to feel the burning eyes behind him. He turned around indifferently. The reason why he said it was indifferent was because his eyes were indifferent, and the corners of his mouth were also indifferent. So when he turned to look at Mo Hun

When I went there, that indifferent look suddenly rushed into the ocean of Mo Hun's memory.

At this moment, Mo Hun was extremely sure that the person in front of him was the person he was looking for and the person he was waiting for. It must be him, and he couldn't be wrong.

"Well, I didn't expect you to still remember my name." The man in black turned around and faced Mo Hun again, but now, his eyes had a hint of depth and elusive depth.

"I thought that after that battle, everyone would forget my name, but I didn't expect that you are the only one who still remembers me." The man said coldly, his eyes were extremely stern, and there was a hint of horror and ferocity in the corner of his mouth. Although it was

Even in the middle of the night, this expression still gave people a unique and eerie feeling. It was like seeing a ghost escaping from the fire of hell, and it was just as ferocious and terrifying.

The man seemed to want to say something, because he opened his mouth again, but Mo Hun was not interested in listening anymore, and just interrupted him harshly, harshly.

"Okay, that's enough. You don't need to say anything more. Will you accept the punishment you deserve for that sword of yours?" Mo Hun shouted sharply. The magic sword in his hand suddenly emits a layer of dazzling sound with this roar.

The light comes.

In the dark night, Mo Hun was like a bloody demon. Under the flying long red hair, an erratic step and a mad figure disappeared in an instant. It was so incredible and so daunting.

Uh-huh~

A metallic sound sounded.

In the dark night, I only saw two weapons colliding together, then rubbing fiercely, and then sparks flew out. The sparks flew very high into the sky, and then fell to the ground. They bounced twice before gradually

of extinguished.

"Well, that sword refers to that sword." The man in the night seemed not to understand why Mo Hun stabbed him. After dodging, he asked coldly.

"That ### appeared in the Imperial Capital Heavenly Prison, and stabbed my friend in the chest with a sword. Do you remember?" Mo Hun held a long sword across his right arm, his upper body remained motionless, and he stood with his legs spread apart, his back facing

The man in black asked coldly.

"Well, it turns out that's the case, hahahaha, children love each other, children love each other. I didn't expect that it was just such an ordinary sword, but you remembered it for two years." The man in black sneered, and the sneer was full of ridicule.

, there are also jokes, but after listening carefully, it seems that you can hear a hint of disappointment, but what exactly this disappointment means is unknown.

"It's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. I didn't expect that I would see you again. It's really God's eyes. Today I want you to take my sword to redeem the humiliation of that sword." Mo Hun roared,

Then he launched the world's best teleportation technique, which is so close to the end of the world. Although Mo Hun has only practiced it to the second level, he is already extremely proficient in it, and it is rare to meet an opponent in the world. In an instant, he takes a hundred steps, and every time

Every step you take has the potential to attack the east and the west, making it impossible for the enemy to determine where you will take your next step and where you will stop.

Next moment~

Bang bang bang~~

There were sounds in the air, and within a brief moment, the two swords had touched each other more than eighty times, so that when the two swords left, the sword flowers wandering in the air had not fallen away for a long time.

Under the sword flowers, the bright eyes of the two people finally looked at each other. At this time, their eyes were filled with raging fighting spirit. That fighting spirit is the artistic conception of two sides in a game of chess. At this moment
Chapter completed!