The mysterious young man stopped Huo Nu, squinted his eyes and looked at Mo Mo again with interest and asked: "Boy, which sect are you a disciple of?"
Mo Wen frowned, why do these people like to ask about their master's inheritance so much? He said lightly: "There is no sect, it's just family tradition."
He used the Pitian Sword Technique, and it was indeed a family tradition. However, if he practiced the Pitian Sword Technique to the peak of the ninth level of sword cultivation in one go, it could no longer be judged by common sense.
"Family tradition?"
Not only the mysterious young man, but also the disciples of the Heart Sword Sect and the Light Sword Sect behind him showed surprise, because the sword technique used by Mo Wen was so powerful that even though their sect had very few foundation-building sword techniques.
It has such power.
"It's interesting. I didn't expect that there are such powerful sword techniques in secular families. It's good. This young sect is very interested in you now. If you take me as your master, this young sect can save you and your men from death."
The mysterious young man suddenly spoke.
Mo Wen narrowed his eyes and thought about how to escape. Although his cultivation level has greatly increased now, he does not have the true cultivation level of sword veins due to incomplete Five Elements. He might still be able to fight against a spiritual sword master in the late stage of sword veins, but in front of him
If you read correctly these dozen or so spirit sword masters and the two subordinates behind the mysterious young man, they are all sword masters, and he himself also has the cultivation of the late sword vein. The remaining two people have sword masters.
Three are in the late stage of Sword Vein, three are in the middle stage of Sword Vein, and five are in the early stage of Sword Vein.
With such a lineup, he can only run away. It would be okay if he was the only one, but Liu Yinong and others behind him would definitely die.
Mo Wen's silence was interpreted by the mysterious young man as he was considering it, and he was not in a hurry, but he was self-righteous and adding weight, as if he didn't even think about whether Mo Wen would agree or not.
"You may not know the identity of this young sect. This young sect is Zhou Qingshu, a true disciple of Wuwei sect, one of the eight sects in Ziyunxing Pavilion. The current leader of Wuwei sect is his direct ancestor, grandfather.
I am the future leader of the Wuwei Sect, and it is your blessing to have me as your master."
Zhou Qingshu was like a nobleman giving alms to a beggar, looking down or contemptuously at Mo Wen, as if Mo Wen would kneel down on the ground and kiss his toes the next moment.
Mo Wen wanted to slice up this arrogant young man in front of him, who thought that the whole world revolved around him, but his reason told him that he couldn't. Let's not say whether he could beat the Sword Meridian Master.
The perfect spirit sword master, there are more than a dozen strong men in the Sword Meridian stage here with varying strengths and weaknesses. Now all he can do is endure, and continue to endure, but it seems that the other party doesn't want him to endure anymore, and he can't bear it anymore!
Glancing at Liu Yinong and the others behind him, the indignant expressions on the faces of the high-level spirit sword masters from the Liu family dispelled his last concern. It was about the dignity and integrity of a spirit sword master, and they obviously would not choose Zhou Qingshu to give him.
way out.
Taking a deep breath, the sword consciousness crystal in the sea of consciousness between his eyebrows was ready to go. This was his only trump card now, and it might give him a surprise.
"Haha, why do you Jianmen sects all have the same virtue? Besides using the crowd to bully the weak and the strong to bully the weak, is there anything else?"
A sweet laugh came from the hilltop not far away, and five figures appeared there, including an elf-like girl who sneered unstintingly.
Mo Wen's eyes froze, he knew that girl, she was Yue Ying!
Zhou Qingshu's eyes also flashed, with a naked desire flashing in his eyes, and he stared at the moon shadow: "I didn't expect that these remote small countries would have so many beautiful people. What sect does this junior sister belong to? Is she a double cultivator of this young sect?
How about Taoist companions?"
Yueying was startled, then her pretty face turned pale with anger, and she spat at Zhou Qingshu: "There are such shameless idiots in the world! How did your parents give birth to you?"
This sentence was so lethal that Mo Wen almost laughed out loud. For the first time, Absolute Moon Shadow turned out to be so beautiful. The other disciples of the Heart Sword Sect and the Light Sword Sect also wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh, and their faces turned red.
Of course, we have to exclude Xi Yun and Hua Tianfeng here. The former's face still has no coldness and Wushuang, while the latter has no intention of hiding it at all and laughs. It seems that the image of the young master of Wuwei Sect is also bad among his own people.
to.
As the target of scolding, Zhou Qingshu's face almost turned purple and he roared loudly: "Get this bitch! I'm going to tear her mouth apart!"
The fire slave stepped out together with another person, and the spiritual pressure belonging to the perfection of the sword pulse was released.
Behind Yueying, a middle-aged female spiritual swordsman came forward. The spiritual pressure on her body was no better than that of Huo Nu and the other two, and was even better. The strange thing was that the spiritual pressure contained a surge of overwhelming hatred!
"I hate the sword leaving Qiushui!"
A female disciple of the Heart Sword Sect in the late stage of Jianmai changed her expression, stepped forward and wrote to Zhou Qing: "Shang Zong, calm down, the Mist Swamp has just been unsealed, there is no need for more disputes, lest other sects reap the benefits."
"Calm down! You want me to calm down?" Zhou Qingshu was furious and slapped the female disciple on the face.
The female disciple did not dodge, but took the blow forcefully, and said in a stiff voice: "Shang Zong Mingjian, I am also thinking about the Shang Sect, and consume too much strength, which is not good for the Shang Sect's fight for the Dayan Divine Sword Technique."
After hearing the words "Dayan Divine Sword Art", Zhou Qingshu finally regained some sense. He gave up his sect mission and entered this misty swamp just for the Dayan Divine Sword Art. His eyes struggled for a moment, and finally he snorted coldly.
He said, "Let this bitch go for now, and we'll figure it all out when we get out!"
"Your Majesty is wise." The female disciple flattered her appropriately.
Zhou Qingshu felt a little comfortable, but his eyes were still hazy. He stared at Yueying and the others and asked, "Who are they?"
"They are disciples of the Yujian Sect of the State of Zhao. The one who offended the sect is Yue Ying, a direct disciple of this generation's leader of the Yujian Sect. He was born with a five-element fire spirit body."
"Yujianmen..." Zhou Qingshu's eyes were gloomy and he sneered: "It turns out they are the subordinate sect of Liqing Sect. No wonder they are so arrogant. I think they don't want to stay in Zhao Kingdom anymore!"
There was an imperceptible joy in the eyes of the female disciple. With Zhou Qingshu's words, it was a certainty that their Heart Sword Sect would dominate the entire Zhao Kingdom's cultivation resources!
"Hey! That little idiot over there wearing a mask, what is he still doing standing there? Waiting for someone to invite you to dinner?" Yueying's voice came loudly.
Mo Wen smiled bitterly in his heart, knowing that this girl was still angry about what happened last time. He shook his head and walked towards Yueying with the high-level spirit sword masters from the three major families behind him.
Zhou Qingshu looked at them with a dark face and did not say anything to stop them. His eyes were gloomy and he didn't know what he was thinking...
"Junior sister, do you know them?"
After walking a few miles, Zhou Qingshu and the others were already out of sight, and the female spiritual swordsman Li Qiushui, who had perfect swordsmanship, asked Yueying.
Yueying turned her head and rolled her eyes at Mo Wen, then raised her chin and said, "I don't know, he is a self-righteous idiot. Ignore them, we are on our way."
Li Qiushui was a bit dumbfounded. She said she didn't know him at first, but later she said he was a self-righteous idiot. Did he know him or not? But obviously she heard that her junior sister might have some kind of friendship with him, otherwise she wouldn't force him.
He stepped forward and turned to Mo Wen and others and asked: "Are you descendants of the Zhao family?"
Mo Wen nodded: "Thank you for your help."
"No need, our Yujian Sect has a hostile relationship with them." Li Qiushui didn't care, and suddenly thought of something: "By the way, have you encountered anything strange in this generation?"
"Is it Lei Yun?" Mo Wen's expression remained unchanged. Even though he was wearing a silver mask, his expression could not be discerned.
"Yes! Did you see it? Where was it?" Li Qiushui was a little eager.
Mo Wen pointed in a certain direction behind him: "It was about ten miles there. The scene was too terrifying. We didn't dare to get close and we didn't know what it was."
"Thanks for letting me know."
The other Yujian Sect disciples were also a little excited, and Li Qiushui wasted no time and immediately led everyone in the direction Mo Wen pointed. Yueying walked past Mo Wen and snorted heavily.
Mo Wen wiped his nose and pretended not to hear. He waited until the Yujianmen group walked away before he said, "Let's go too."
Mo Wen immediately set off on the road with eleven high-level spirit sword masters, and continued to move forward, turning in several directions along the way. He breathed a sigh of relief only when the sky lit up.
They didn't get a good rest last night because of the evil spirit, so Mo Wen let everyone rest for a while and then set off on the road immediately.
In the evening, they appeared in front of a ruins. This was the remains of a vast palace. The wind erosion was extremely serious. Almost only the bare foundation was left, and half of it was still sunk into the soil. It was indescribable devastation.
"Nothing of value."
Liu Yinong and others rummaged around and reported to Mo Wen.
Mo Wen nodded. This place was not a Jedi. I'm afraid it had been visited by many people. Even if it had been, it had been taken away by predecessors. He looked in a certain direction, and there seemed to be a voice calling him there, as friendly as his hometown.
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Liu Yinong hesitated and said, "Young Master, do you feel any discomfort?"
"What's wrong?" Mo Wen didn't feel any discomfort. Instead, he felt indescribably comfortable, as if he was breathing in the breath of his hometown.
"The evil spirit here is getting stronger and stronger, and Liu Qi and the others seem to be unable to hold on any longer." Liu Yinong said with a bitter smile.
Mo Wen suddenly realized that he possessed the evil spirit of the sword and was not afraid of the evil spirit here. However, Liu Yinong and the others were just ordinary high-level spiritual sword masters, so their spiritual senses might be resisting the evil spirit at all times.
After thinking for a while, he said: "In this way, we will separate here, and you will explore the place where the evil spirit is weak, and we will meet here in twenty days."
After saying that, Mo Wen's expression suddenly changed. Not far away, a red sword aura rose up without warning, cutting through a distance of a hundred feet. The three seventh-level spirit sword masters who were exploring the ruins were enveloped by the sword aura without any resistance.
, the body was directly turned into powder in the blazing sword energy.
"Liu Qi! Liu Yiming! Mu Haozhong!"
Others speak out, but they cannot change what has already been done.
Mo Wen's face darkened, and he stared closely at Huo Nu, who was slowly approaching a hundred feet away, with murderous intent surging in his chest!dd