Volume 2 Hidden Dragon Has Been Sleeping A Shout Moves Thousands of Mountains
Mo could also see that Liu Chengyin seemed to have an inexplicable attachment to Yun Canghai, but to be fair, considering that the two of them came from the same sect back then, it could be said that they were the same when they first entered the practice.
Think back to those days, who was a young man who was not frivolous?
However, due to the huge difference in talent, now a person with a high level of cultivation, one person, one sword and one wine pot, is free and unrestrained, and the point of the sword is as powerful as a broken bamboo. He can travel around the world on the sword, overlooking the world, and has reached countless cultivation levels.
The highest realm that a person dreams of is to be a "Sword Master"!
With a raised hand, the mountains and rivers shattered!
With one sword strike, all enemies were wiped out!
In one move, he traveled thousands of miles!
However, due to mediocre qualifications, one person has been practicing for most of his life, but his upper limit is only the swordsman realm. If there is no chance, when the six hundred years are up, he will die.
Although there are no years to practice, looking back, hundreds of years are just a blink of an eye.
Who doesn’t yearn for immortality?
However, there is no end to the suffering, and regrets remain in my heart!
If you put yourself into Liu Chengyin's experience, you can naturally understand that watching your former brother step into the path of immortality, the distance between him and himself is getting farther and farther, as if people from two worlds are too far away to even touch.
wishful thinking.
Cultivation is inherently cruel. Some people are born as kings, and their fate may be the end of ordinary people. Although heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs, God is fair. However, in this world of the jungle, how can there be true salvation?
Is it fair?
Comparing the two, Yun Canghai's excellence and the gap between them caused a huge gap in Liu Chengyin's heart. He would naturally feel extremely depressed, but it was understandable.
The relationship between them continued to get messy, and Mo Yi didn't want to add to the trouble. To untie the bell, someone had to tie it, not to mention that he, an outsider, couldn't interfere with these trivial matters.
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The two chatted for a few words, and seeing that Liu Chengyin was a little depressed, Mo Yi didn't bother him much, and left after a few words of comfort.
Mo Yi did not return to the living room, but turned around and came to his own room. He took out the Nai Ring from his arms. With a thought, the light flashed and fell with two slight sounds. He saw the ring on the table in front of him.
A sword scabbard appeared out of thin air, as well as two masks that looked very similar.
"Tsk, tsk, the workmanship is really fine!" Mo Yi picked up the scabbard first, and felt a slight coldness in his hand. He couldn't help but admired it. The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.
Liu Chengyin was indeed the most famous blacksmith in the city, and the scabbard he made looked almost exactly like what he described.
He originally thought it was practical, but after some simple carvings, the beauty of the scabbard was greatly improved. He couldn't help but think it would be nice to decorate it. The color scheme was green and white, and the scabbard had green bamboo tattoos on it. It looked very simple.
, not considered noble, but there is an indescribable feeling hidden inside.
There is a small Tai Chi Bagua rune engraved under the sheath, which looks very novel, and there is an inexplicable luster shining on it!
At first, this was the Tai Chi Bagua rune that Mo Yi spent one night specially drawing, and then he asked Liu Chengyin to help him carve the rune into it.
The first time he saw this kind of weird rune, Liu Chengyin felt a little curious but didn't pay too much attention to it. As a blacksmith, he naturally had to satisfy the customer's request.
At this moment, Mo Yi played with the scabbard for a while and couldn't put it down. Then he called Qing Lian out of the sword ring. As soon as the two came into contact, Qing Lian's sword body shook for a while.
It's a kind of excitement.
"Old partner, I've really wronged you by letting you stay in the Sword Ring for this period of time. This will be your new home from now on. I hope you will advance to psychic level soon and become a unique and peerless magic weapon in the world!" Mo Yiqing said
He stroked the blade of the sword, and his tone also seemed a little excited.
As if he could feel the master's emotions, Qing Lian kept flashing with light, and the dark green light instantly illuminated the entire room. The strong sword intent surrounded Mo Yi, making him look very...
Mysterious.
After a moment, Mo Yi put Qing Lian into the scabbard. The two fit perfectly. Wisps of invisible vitality of heaven and earth were pouring from all around, and
Then slowly integrated into the scabbard.
"As a sword cultivator, I will also have a peerless magic weapon in the near future!" Mo Yi raised the corner of his mouth, turned the scabbard with a clear sword in his hand, and then hung it on the right side.
On the waist.
"I think it's time to find time to try out the newly learned moves!" Mo Yi thought while holding his chin.
His Twelve Swordsmanship is different from the fancy moves of other sword cultivators. He has always believed that one sword can defeat ten thousand enemies and one force can defeat ten enemies. For him, an opponent who can be defeated with one sword and one punch is this.
Isn’t it better than those fancy moves?
What's more, no matter how gorgeous the sword style is, if it can't break the enemy's defense, what's the difference between this and the so-called sword style?
In the Upper District, during a sword discussion held by many sects, Mo Yi once met a very strange sword cultivator. This man's name was Bu Fan. His own cultivation level was not high and he only had the realm of swordsman. He liked to study it very much.
He even called himself a master of swordsmanship and founded a sect called "Hundred Swords Pavilion".
He has created not only a thousand but also eight hundred moves. He has countless disciples, and many strong men who like gorgeous moves have come to teach him. Although the moves he created are more gorgeous than the last, they look so terrifying.
, the visual effect is excellent, but there is no harm at all.
Because he was lifted too high, he felt a little arrogant. During that sword discussion, he went on stage to compete with others without overestimating his abilities. As a result, he performed a set of gorgeous combos that could not even break the opponent's defense. Instead, he himself
He was killed instantly with a sword and became a laughing stock among everyone!
Since then, Bu Fan felt that he had lost all face, so he announced that he would never set foot in the world again. His master was hanged and beaten in the sword debate, and his disciples also felt that their faces were dull, like a tree falling and the hozen scattered, and the Hundred Sword Pavilion falling apart.
After a while, due to helplessness and public opinion, the Council of Elders unanimously decided to disband Baijiange. The originally arrogant sect was like a flash in the pan, completely disappearing from this world.
Many disciples dare not mention their original identities when they go out. They are afraid of attracting endless ridicule from others. The original identity that brings them more face will one day become their lingering identity.
shadow!
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Among the twelve sword styles created by Mo Yi, one style is stronger than the other. When encountering different powerful enemies, he will adapt accordingly. First, he will sense the strength of the opponent from the battle, and then mobilize the sword energy in his body, using only no more and no less.
The power is used to kill the opponent.
Facing the enemy, he never knows how to ink in battle. He can only defeat the enemy with one move. In addition, the name of the move is just a code name for him, but the added power is somewhat different.
It's just different.
Although Mo Yi sometimes enjoys the fun of fighting, he rarely relies on his own strength to play tricks on his opponents, unless they are enemies that make him feel quite annoyed.
There have been countless sword cultivators killed by him all this time. However, to exaggerate, they basically couldn't survive under his sword. There were even many sword cultivators who were crushed into powder by his powerful aura.
You don’t even need to draw your sword!
Only when he meets a talented swordsman of the same type as him can he have a chance to show off his skills. The rest of the weaklings, to put it harshly, are not qualified to be his opponents.
But there is one person... no, strictly speaking, it is a demon. This demon is the person Mo Yiwei wants to defeat the most. He still vaguely remembers the defeats in the past. After all, this is the first time he has been defeated miserably since he started practicing, and he is still defeated.
To a demon, it was because of this defeat that he became a complete useless person.
The power of the Demon King's broken army made Mo Yi completely helpless when facing him. He didn't even have the will to fight. The deep sense of frustration at that time made him feel worse than death. In just one move.
, he fell from heaven to hell.
In the past, he always defeated the enemy with one move, but the result was unimaginable. It turns out that there were times when he was instantly killed by the demon with one move!
At that time, he would rather die than live.
However, Po Jun did not kill him with his disdainful and indifferent words: "Killing you will dirty my sword. You are not qualified to die under my sword. You can live forever with the remaining lifespan."
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Thinking back, Mo Yi clenched his fists unconsciously, his eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes, a trace of sword energy floated on his fingertips, he lightly touched the cup on the table, and it turned into powder immediately.
He has never forgotten the shame of the past!
During the time when he became a useless person, the Demon Emperor Pojun could be said to be a nightmare deep in his heart. But things are different now, and he is no longer the useless person he was back then.
The Wuji Sword Body has brought him unlimited potential. Strictly speaking, he has unlimited room for improvement. As long as he is given time to practice, one day, he will face Po Jun again, but this time he will never lose again.
Got it!
He will retaliate for that sword strike!
At that time, he will treat others in his own way!
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market.
In a warehouse somewhere, two people were chatting.
"Boss Zhang, it's getting late, so I won't talk too much. I'll ask you to send the ingredients to my shop tonight!" Hua Yuchen smiled and put the displayed list on the table.
Boss Zhang took the order and looked at it, his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "Boss Hua, I will send someone to prepare it later, and I promise to send it to you before seven o'clock!"
"Thank you!" After saying that, Hua Yuchen stood up from his chair and said, "I still have things to deal with, so I'll take my leave!"
Boss Zhang also stood up: "Boss Hua, let me see you off!"
"No, Boss Zhang, please stay!" Hua Yuchen waved his hand and left without looking back!
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Hua Yuchen walked out of the warehouse and saw Xiaoyou playing with a pet dog not far away. He had a knowing smile on his face!
This girl really likes small animals!
"Xiaoyou, go home!" Hua Yuchen shouted softly!
"Coming!" Hearing this, Xiaoyou hurriedly ran over!
Immediately afterwards, big hands held small hands, one big and one small smiled and left here!
Not long after he left the market, Hua Yuchen felt his hands tighten. He couldn't help but glance at Xiaoyou and found that her face became very frightened, and her eyes were staring at the small body not far away in front of her.
They were all trembling!
Hua Yuchen was very puzzled, so he followed her gaze and looked over, and his face suddenly turned cold!