Invisibly, in the ruins, undercurrents are surging.
Feng Xiaoyun, the most powerful disciple on the 23rd floor, was defeated by Mo Que, which made even the real geniuses have to pay attention to Mo Que.
Some people even had murderous intentions towards Mo Que.
"Whoosh!"
On the fifty-first peak, after seeing the sword energy of dozens of sword peaks, Mo Que made great progress in swordsmanship and finally fused the sword energy in his finger bones into one!
I saw that there was only a golden sword energy left in his finger bones. This was naturally because he was dominated by the sword intention of the sun. After the fusion, the sword energy was golden, like a ray of sunshine.
"As long as I use this sword energy to circulate throughout my body's bones, I can refine my entire body into a sword body!"
Mo Que immediately activated the golden sword energy to swim among the bones in his body.
"Crack!"
When the sword energy traveled from his index finger to another bone, Mo Que felt that the pain of this process was ten times more intense than being boiled in a cauldron!
The pain of being boiled by a cauldron comes from the outside in, but the pain of refining bones with sword energy comes from the inside out, coming from the bones.
It felt like someone was scraping the inside of his bones with a sword. Just practicing the first bone made him sweat profusely.
"This is my only way. I have no choice. No matter how difficult and painful it is, I must persevere!"
Gritting my teeth, I experienced physical failure three years ago, but my perseverance today is far beyond comparison with others. Although I was in extreme pain, I still gritted my teeth and persisted.
One night passed, Mo Que used this sword energy to forge thirteen bones in his body into sword bones, and almost his entire right hand changed.
The bones in his body that had been tempered by the golden sword energy glowed with a faint golden light, and seemed to be turning towards golden color.
"Boom!"
At this moment, when Mo Que held the sword again, the sword bone in his right hand resonated with the heavy sword in his hand. Coupled with the sun sword energy in the bone, the power of this sword was several times higher than before!
"I have not been in the art of swordsmanship for a long time. When it comes to swordsmanship, it can only be regarded as the realm of sharpening the sword. However, with the heavy sword combined with the martial body and the power of the sun, it is not weaker than the swordsman who has reached the realm of the human sword!"
Mo Que could not suppress his excitement.
He is a physical practitioner and has no vitality, so he may not be able to control a sword with his energy.
However, if all the bones in his body are forged into sword bones and the sword body becomes one, then he will directly reach the state where the human sword is integrated into one body, and the sword body and the sword are indistinguishable.
After taking advantage of the rising sun and practicing the sun body training method, Mo Que continued to move forward to climb other sword peaks.
"Mo Que has already reached the 39th Peak, has no one stopped him yet?"
"What on earth is he going to do? Most people who practice swords usually only study one kind of sword intention. He conquered all the peaks but didn't study on them. Is he trying to gather all the sword intentions?"
"This is simply crazy. No matter how evil a swordsman genius is, it is impossible for him to master so many powerful sword intentions!"
In the ruins, the disciples of various Jianfeng peaks were in panic all day long, always worried that Mo Que would come to seize the peak.
And outside the ruins, the masters of each sword tower are also having a hard time.
"Although this man captured the Sword Peak, he did not take it soon. Although the disciples of each peak can return to their own Sword Peak to learn the sword, what he did was like trampling on the thirty-sixth floor and treating the disciples on the thirty-sixth floor as if they were nothing.
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"And the names left on those sword peaks are all the first people in each building. Now that he has reached this point, I am afraid that everyone's names have been wiped out by him!"
"If a disciple of the Medicine House behaves like this, if he doesn't die, how can I lose face on the 36th floor?"
The masters of the Thirty-sixth Floor sent messages to the Relic Realm through jade talismans one after another, asking the disciples in the Relic Realm to get rid of Mo Que.
In fact, they have already asked the first person in their respective buildings to take action, but those geniuses are all arrogant.
Before Mo Que entered the Relic Realm for the first time, he was still a body cultivator who came from a medicine shop, and those geniuses didn't even bother to take action.
But now, with the defeat of Feng Xiaoyun on the 23rd floor, the geniuses on each floor have finally realized Mo Que's strength and threat.
Some people united in the ruins and began to launch a plan to target Mo Que.
"Whoosh!"
When Mo Que headed towards another Sword Peak, a stone wrapped in a cloth flew towards him.
He took it and looked at it. The banner read: "Danger ahead, don't go any further!"
Was it someone who reminded him kindly, or was it just like before that he didn't want him to continue to seize the Sword Peak?
"No matter which way it is, I must go down this road!" Mo Que threw down the cloth and continued to move forward.
Having been physically disabled for three years, he now desires strength even more than before. Even if there is real danger ahead, he cannot retreat because of this!
"You finally came!"
When Mo Que arrived at the next sword peak, dozens of disciples appeared at the same time and surrounded him.
"A body cultivator who was born in a medicine house is so rampant, stepping on all the sword peaks. Do you really think you can be lawless in the ruins?"
These disciples came from different sword towers, and all of them had evil expressions on their faces, full of murderous intent.
Nineteen previous posters had used swords against Yao Lao.
Mo Que glanced at it and found that most of these disciples were from the 19th floor.
"I haven't settled the matter with you, but you found it yourself!" He held the broken sword and was ready for a battle.
"Mo Que, you have broken through dozens of sword peaks, and now you have become the public enemy of everyone in the Relic Realm. No matter what level of disciple you are from, they now want your life!"
"It's just that you act too openly. You are clearly a body cultivator, but you dare to be so arrogant!"
"Today is your death day!"
Dozens of disciples were all offering their swords at this moment. Dozens of swords were hanging in the air, each sword carrying a fierce sword aura.
"kill!"
With a cold shout, dozens of swords flew in unison, and the sword energy was densely packed, filling the place.
Step on the stars!
Moque moved, leaving an afterimage on the spot.
He used to crush the ground with one step, but now he controls his power so skillfully that he only leaves a shallow footprint on the spot.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
All I could see here was Mo Que's afterimages. Although dozens of swords were intertwined like a net, Mo Que could always find a way to sneak in and shuttle among the swords.
"boom!"
He rushed in front of a disciple and slashed with his broken sword, causing the disciple to vomit blood and fly out.
Then, Mo Que moved again and turned to others.
"What kind of perversion is this? Facing dozens of Aperture Realm disciples, it's like being in a deserted place!"
"Why is he so fast and so powerful? If he is approached, who can take a blow from him?"
These disciples were horrified. They felt that Mo Que's footwork was strange and fast, and he could easily pass through the swords.
The disciples who were close to him were unable to withstand the power of his heavy sword.
"Whoosh!"
Just when Mo Que was about to draw his sword for the second time, a sword flew towards him, as fast as thunder, and pierced his forehead.
"clang!"
He broke the sword to block it, but the heavy force on the sword caused his figure to slide backwards.
"Which floor disciple are you from?" Mo Que was blocked and looked coldly at the person who drew the sword.
It was a young woman, dressed in red like fire, with red lips like flames. She was extremely charming, but her eyes were as cold as frost.
She recalled her long sword and said coldly: "Disciple on the seventh floor, Mei Lingshuang!"