Green Plum Fairy Road

After Wuyou left with Mo Qing and Mo Liu, Mo He was the only one left in the entire Mochizuki Mountain. He was carrying out his practice life in an orderly manner, and he would not feel any loneliness or discomfort.

Mo He's daily life is simple and fulfilling. Although the growth rate of his cultivation is not as fast as before, he can feel his growth in other aspects.

Cultivation itself takes some time to accumulate. It is a good thing to improve your cultivation quickly, but if you step on the ground step by step, stepping firmly on every step, you will also see more different scenery on the way to the path.

The quiet and quiet cultivation process of a person like Mo He did not last long. An unexpected visitor caused Mo He to stop such a peaceful and fulfilling cultivation process.

"please!"

Sitting under two green plum trees, Mo He held two tea cups in his hands. When he thought about it, about seven minutes of water gathered in the tea cup, and then it boiled quickly, and quickly dropped to the right temperature. The opposite person made a please gesture.

Sitting across from Mohe was a young man dressed in white, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a long sword slanted on his back. It was Han Feng of Taiyi Jianzong.

The arrival of Han Feng really went beyond Mo He's expectations. In that dispute, the two of them still stood on opposite sides, and even fought each other.

And because of Dao Master Qingmei, Mo He didn't have much favor with the disciples of Taiyi Sword Sect, and he didn't expect that the other party would find Mochizuki Mountain.

Picking up the tea on the table, Han Feng took a sip, then looked at the opposite Mo He and said, "Your cultivation base has broken through the late stage of the pure sun realm!"

"Well, I had a chance to break through a few months ago!" Mo He nodded and replied without shy.

"I want to fight you!" Hearing Mo He's answer, Han Feng said immediately.

Hearing this, Mo He put down the tea cup in his hand, and asked with a hint of playful expression on his face.

"Why? It's been a few years since the last time, and the hook didn't bother me. Could you please clean me up?"

"Of course not. The Second Dynasty's affairs have nothing to do with me. I just want to fight you and continue to polish my swordsmanship!" Han Feng shook his head and replied with a serious expression.

Of course, Mo He knew that Han Feng was definitely not looking for him because of the Second Dynasty. If it was for the Second Dynasty, he would not have waited until now. He should have come a few years ago.

"You want to sharpen my sword with me, why should I promise you?" Hearing Han Feng's explanation, Mo He asked again.

Comparing with Taiyi Sword Sect disciples, Mo He actually had a touch of heart in his heart, especially the opponent is a master like Han Feng, and a battle against him, Mo He should have some gains.

However, this gain is just icing on the cake for Mo He. First of all, Mo He has a lot of combat experience. Second, Mo He practices quietly every day, and his strength is steadily increasing. Why bother with him?

Hearing Mo He almost refused, Han Feng's expression didn't move at all, but he said in a flat tone, "Don't you want to see "Taiyi Zhandao Sword Art"?"

Hearing these words, Mo He narrowed his eyes lightly, his breath remained undisturbed, but his whole body suddenly felt dangerous.

"Taiyi Zhandao Sword Art", once Dao Qingmei was damaged under the Taiyi Zhandao Sword Art, and he realized that his future was hopeless, and finally entered the Shinto.

"I really want to see "Taiyi Zhandao Sword Art", then please enlighten me!" Mo He slowly said as he looked at Han Feng's expressionless face.

After that, the two stood up at the same time, their bodies transformed into two streams of light, and they flew away from Wangyue Mountain to an empty place in Yuhe Mansion.

As soon as he fell to the ground, the Mo Yu bamboo stick appeared in Mo He’s hands. At the same time, the Mu Yuan Spiritual Orb was also suspended on Mo He’s head, emitting an emerald green light. The whole person of He is protected strictly.

The bladeless long sword that Han Feng was carrying obliquely behind his back also quickly unsheathed and fell into Han Feng's hands.

The two did not have any nonsense, and as soon as they were ready for each other, they attacked at the same time.

Mo He held the Mo Yu bamboo stick lightly on the ground, a blue light with a majestic vitality, instantly turned the surrounding into a dense forest, countless vines entangled, the trees turned into tree soldiers, standing from the ground I got up, gently swaying the canopy, shaking off the leaves.

The fallen leaves did not fall to the ground, but shot at Han Feng like blades.

The long sword in Han Feng's hand was lightly raised, and a white sword light lit up like a flash of lightning in the clear sky. The sword light flashed, and within a kilometer of his body, all attacks were swept away cleanly. , Even the ground has been cut flat.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Han Feng's mouth. With another wave of the long sword in his hand, the light of the sword turned into a white rainbow, and it pierced straight towards Mohe.

Han Feng is a little happy now. In a tentative attack just now, he discovered that after Mo He's cultivation base broke through the late stage of the Pure Yang realm, his strength has indeed increased a lot. He is happy that he has found a strong opponent.

With the Mo Yu bamboo stick in his hand, slightly forward, Mo He shot away the sword light frontally, and at the same time, a large amount of water began to condense around his body.

In Yuhe, which is already far away from the place where the two men fought, some people on the river were surprised to find that the water of Yuhe seemed to be drawn by some force, turning into drops of water, flying from the surface of the river, quickly Going in one direction.

At the same moment, in the view of the Five Elements, Daoist Yuan Ji also sensed Mo He's breath, and discovered that Mo He is now fighting against people. The aura of fighting against Mo He is sharp like a sharp sword. Powerful sword repair.

Such a powerful sword repairman, almost without guessing, can be thought of as a disciple of Taiyi Sword Sect.

"Why did Fellow Mo and Taiyi Jianzong's disciples conflict?" Yuan Jidao's brow lightly frowned, thinking in his heart.

But then, he found that the place where the two were fighting was an empty place, and the aura of the two was gradually strengthening, as if they were fighting more than life and death. He immediately felt relieved, and his body shape was also It turned into a stream of light in an instant, and headed towards the direction where the two met.

Since it is a discussion, the battle between the two strong men in the pure Yang realm cannot be missed.

Not only Yuan Ji Dao Master, as Mo He and Han Feng's fight became more and more intense, many people also noticed the movement of the two. Some of them are unavoidable. Some of them are daring and ready to run closer. join in the fun.

When Yuan Ji Taoist arrived, he saw a 10,000-meter-long water dragon from a distance, hovering and dancing in the air, exuding a breathtaking aura.

And above the water dragon, a long sword turned into a sword shadow in the sky, falling like a steady stream of raindrops, colliding with the water dragon.

However, the sword shadows passed through them, but they failed to disperse the water dragon, allowing it to continue to fly towards that figure in the sky.

When the 10,000-meter-long water dragon was about to touch the figure, the sky full of sword shadows disappeared, and only the long sword in the figure's hand was held high by his hands.

A mysterious artistic conception, accompanied by the lifting of the sword, spread out from the front of the sword, everything around it seemed to slow down, as if even time had been affected.

So far away, Dao Master Yuan Ji was also affected at this moment. He felt that there was a ray of sword light above his Dao Heart, facing him far away, as if it would fall in the next moment.

"Taiyi Sword Sect-"Taiyi Swordsmanship"!"

Having been alive for a long time, the quite knowledgeable Dao Master Yuan Ji immediately recognized the name of this sword, and also knew what was going on with these influences.

Compared with the effects he is currently receiving, as the target of this sword, Mo He now truly understands the feeling of being under this sword.

Under that gleam of sword light, all the defenses in his body seemed to be non-existent, as if his Dao Heart was exposed naked under this sword, ready to accept the torture of the Great Dao.

An inexplicable sense of crisis appeared in Mo He's heart, which made Mo He unconsciously have a feeling of wanting to retreat and avoid it. This feeling was very strong, but Mo He forced this feeling down. Do not retreat from the sword that is about to fall.

The next moment, the sword light fell, a pure sword intent that was not mixed with anything else, and the frontal collision with Mo He's Dao Heart, that kind of true and sincere feeling, as if to hardly hold Mo He's Dao Heart Torn.

"Ding!"

A crisp impact sounded, the bladeless long sword collided with the Mo Yu bamboo stick in Mo He's hand, the sword light was extinguished, and the 10,000-meter-long water dragon also disappeared.

In "Tai Yi Zhan Dao Sword Art", Mo He relied on himself, not evasive and hard to come forward, and did not use the power of innate spirit treasure at all, really let his Dao heart meet a test~www.wuxiahere .com~ Although the process is slightly dangerous, after this sword, Mo He feels that his Dao Heart seems to be firmer, and his thoughts are more accessible and pure.

The sword light lit up again, and the figures of Mo He and Han Feng retreated again, moving a distance away from each other.

"The name of the sword just now was Wendao. It is the weakest and strongest sword in the "Taiyi Zhandao Sword Art". The next sword is called Common People. Please taste it!" Han Feng said as he said. , The long sword in his hand was raised again, and the light on the long sword, when his sword was raised, seemed to be transformed into a mess of sentient thoughts, condensed on the blade, messy and strangely pure.

As Han Feng's sword fell, Mo He seemed to be crying from all sentient beings. Not only the Human Race, but also the Monster Race, Dragon Race, Spirit Race, and even the plants and trees in the heaven and earth, all made their own voices.

This kind of voice is not a voice that confuses the mind, but is like a kind of confession. Everyone in this world is confiding in the laws of their own existence.

The vegetation is eaten by herbivorous beasts, and the herbivore beasts are hunted down by more ferocious predators. After that, the weak and the strong eat, forming a cycle, and the common people are in it, and there are few who can be free.