After moving forward for a while, I didn't find anything special, but the vibration on the instrument was indeed getting stronger and stronger. I should have chosen the wrong direction. Just keep going like this.
As soon as this idea arose, Ailing suddenly felt her eyes lit up.
Two knights came to a passage on the left, holding a luminous moss-stained lighting stick, and chatted happily while walking.
When the two knights saw Ailing suddenly emerge from the passage, they were also shocked. They thought that it was some kind of mountain spirit. They instinctively pressed the hilt of the sword, and waited until they saw that it was their teammate's uniform. Then they came to their senses and shouted: Where is the command?
Ailing was stunned and said vaguely: What password!
While saying that, he secretly said that he was terrible and never expected to be stopped by someone here. Although the other party did not doubt for a moment, since he could not answer the order, he would be discovered and disguised immediately. How should he get out?
Sure enough, the knight who asked the question saw that she couldn't answer, and saw Ailing covering her face with her hat brim and dressed up strangely. She immediately felt suspicious. She half pulled out the lightsaber from her waist and sang: Today's command: The sun is over the mountains, and the wind eaves are displayed to read.Where is your password?
It sounds like it is some kind of Eastern quartz. If you can know the relevant knowledge, you may be able to try your luck at will, but it is impossible for Ailing.
Judging from the invention and making utensils, this girl is rather a genius. Despite this, she is still not a generalist. In terms of literature and art, Ailing's learning level is equal to zero.
Since I couldn't answer, Ailing slowly pressed against the wall, touched the inner bag, and tried to find out if there was anything that could help me escape from danger.
Seeing that she could not answer the order, the two knights became even more suspicious and set out to consecrate the sword and prepare to take action.
The Yellow River flows into the sea, and the ancient roads look at the color.
A subtle voice came into the ears of the two people, talking about the second half of the password.
Hearing Ailing answered the order, the two knights felt relieved and locked up the lightsaber, but immediately felt something was wrong. The command just now was to speak from the back, not Ailing in front, in other words...
There is someone behind!
Being able to approach silently must be a master, or at least, an enemy stronger than yourself!
The two of them were shocked and quickly turned around to respond. At the same time, the lightsaber opened again, and they were ready for everything when they turned around.
In terms of the quality of soldiers, their reactions are the best choice, but they are still one step slower.
The blue and white rainbow slashed the dark space, and two light sounds came from the passage, dong!Dong!Two sounds, Ailing had not figured out what was going on, and her two heads had rolled to her feet, which scared her so much that she almost screamed.
The figure of the man slowly emerged from the darkness. He picked up the lighting stick on the ground and handed it over to Ailing.The girl's face was first incredible, then turned to ecstasy, and she saw the familiar long silver hair.
Don’t ask Mr....ah!
Without saying anything, Mo Wen knocked Ailing on the head with great force. It was quite powerful. Ailing seemed to be able to see nine elephants dancing and kicking him on their little heads.
It hurts so much──Ah!Very dizzy...
Touching the knocked place on his head, the little inventor shed tears. Is it because of the pain?
Maybe!
Perhaps, it is for a certain feeling of transcending gratitude. Mr. Mowen is back. He has obviously had such an important wish to fulfill. He knows the danger here, but he is back. Mr. Mowen is back...
Compared to Ailing, Mo Wen didn't seem to have any emotional ups and downs, but just made a gesture of asking where to go.
After we met again after we parted, the silver-haired man actually had so many words to say about Ailing’s feelings, but now is not the time to talk together.
In order to find Ailing, Mo Wen arrived at almost at full speed and determined his location. In order to arrive as quickly as possible, on the way to come here, he inevitably bumped into several patrol knights and was forced to expose himself to kill several people.
I don’t know the earth escape technique and have no time to find a way, so I had to adjust the lightsaber to the strongest and forcefully break the ground and cut the stone into it.
Knights above the level can sense abnormal movements around them based on their energy. Although they vary according to their abilities, they generally have them. When they snatched in, they leaked their whereabouts. In addition, this commotion, I am afraid that the team of people will immediately surround them and must find something as soon as possible and grab the way out.
Ailing also knew that the situation was serious, put away her smile, wiped her tears, pointed her hand to the west, and whispered: In the west, the place with the strongest magic energy is.
Mo Wen nodded. As long as he knew the goal, he didn't need Ailing's guidance at all.
Although he does not understand magic, his level does not require the use of instruments, and he can sense various energy operations within a certain range by himself.
let's go!
Ailing held Mo Wen and was about to start. But Mo Wen Wen Feng didn't move, but he just made a gesture to indicate that it would not be so troublesome.
Ailing blinked and guessed that Mo asked what it meant.
Mo Wen smiled and pulled Ailing behind him, opened the energy button of the lightsaber to the maximum, and started with a sword and slashed the stone wall. With an uproar, the stone wall blasted open a hole in the boss.
Mo Wen's sword is constantly moving, like a windmill in the strong wind, rotating like flying, but saw stones of all sizes rustling down, sounding like thunder, as if there were more than a dozen craftsmen holding sharp axes and huge chisels in the opening of the mountain road. In the midst of the dust and sand flying, with the power of the light sword, they opened a passage directly in the stone wall and walked westward.
Ailing spoke loudly and couldn't speak. She was transformed by her own hands. She knew how powerful it was.
This lightsaber is not inferior to the first-class named lightsaber in terms of power of charge, but to be used as a tool for opening up this way, it will consume a lot of the skills of the sword holder.
The power of the lightsaber is proportional to the skill of the sword holder before reaching the limit of output power. The more energy it absorbs, the stronger the destructive power it exerts. The energy consumed by such large-scale continuous actions is not only considerable, but simply terrifying. It is enough to make an apprentice knight be sucked into a mummy in an instant.
(Mr. Mo Wen is definitely not just a third-rate knight who can make such an action.)
Ailing's idea was confirmed at the next moment.
During the action of cutting stones and opening the way, sometimes they would receive an existing passage and hit several knights. Mo Wen had a sudden sword, which was fierce and fierce, either hitting the throat or cutting the vital points of the chest and abdomen. The position was extremely accurate, and it was all killed with one move. Don’t even say that the opponent was counterattacking, he didn’t even have time to snorkeleton. Although it was said that it was a sudden incident, just this sword skill was enough to become a first-rate or second-rate master.
Ailing's heart is thumping!Plop!Just jumped straight, she realized now that Mr. Mo Wen's martial arts turned out to be so good, maybe she was as good as her senior brother Zhu Yan.
The enemy obviously did not expect that they had such a strange way of marching. All the troops on several main passages were lost, causing chaos, making Ailing grab a lot of time until the last straight road to the west was intercepted.
Nearly sixty knights were waiting for battle on the road, and all the lightswords were opened. When they saw the invaders appear, they all looked bloodthirsty and crazy.
Mo Wen looked at the enemy's layout.
It was indeed murderous. If it were an ordinary person, he would have fainted when he saw so many enemies!
However, in Mo Wen's eyes, in the eyes of this good general who once led nearly 10,000 troops, there were significant flaws in the enemy's layout.
Although there are many enemies, the mountain road is narrow and can only accommodate three people in parallel. If you want to fight, it will be even more ineffective. In other words, the enemy's interception network is fragmented by the terrain, and has become a great opportunity to be defeated one by one.
As long as you use your brain a little, no one will choose to intercept the enemy here. The enemy will make this choice because they are unable to intercept and are forced to fight this way; or do they not take these two invaders seriously at all?
Maybe both!
In short, for Mo Wen, the attack will only come from the front, which not only avoids the danger of being attacked, but also does not have to worry about Ailing behind it, which can be said to have taken a huge advantage.
Among the sixty knights, the vast majority of them exuded significant murderous aura in their bodies. They were knights with ordinary martial arts. They had insufficient understanding and could not understand the truth that they had accumulated a lot of accumulation and were not afraid of it.
Seven people stood at the end, their lightsabers were still not opened, tied to their waists, everyone hugged their arms, and their faces looked confident. Judging from the momentum they exuded, they were considered good.
But I can feel that there is no real master!
very good!
Mo Wen couldn't help but feel a little strange. If the formation in front of him was the proportion of the Wolf Howling Knights, then the real masters were probably only one or two below the leader. How could such a strong figure have such a resounding reputation in the world?
Could this be a false saying in the world?
No matter what, this greatly improves the chances of winning for me.
After the plan is settled, Mo Wen raised his head, laughed loudly, and took big steps. It was neither a quick rush nor a weird body movement, but a glorious posture that was as if triumphant, and walked into the enemy formation.
It was strange that when Mo Wen raised his head and smiled, everyone felt a strange and inexplicable feeling, as if the down-and-out silver-haired swordsman suddenly became a overlord who looked down on the world. The emperor was majestic and the dragon and tiger steps, almost causing people to kneel down and bow to the ground. Everyone present was under an indescribable heavy pressure, which made the breath of his chest unhappy.
A knight in the lead raised his long sword, cut the snake into the way, and slashed it down with his head.
Mo Wen still looked up at the sky, and didn't even look at the attack. He swung the lightsword and held the sword.
The knight felt that a strange internal force came from the lightsaber, and then his hand sank, as if something had turned his arm into a thousand pounds of objects, dragging him straight forward. He just screamed in his heart, Mo Wen changed his moves casually, and the lightsaber picked him back, cutting off his throat, and easily won the victory.
The knight behind him was quick and incompetent. He couldn't even figure out the situation. Seeing Mo Wen's move, he thought he was greedy and lustful in his daily life, so he was so weak that his sword skills were not good and he was easily taken by someone. He spat and stabbed the tiger in Bian Zhuang in one move.
Mo Wen's posture remains unchanged. He hit the lightsword down, intercepted the sword, picked it up with his backhand, pierced the opponent's throat, and easily made another skill.
The knight covered the blood hole in his throat, but could not cover a large amount of overflowing black and red blood clots. Jojo's body fell down with a muffled groan, and his eyes widened, showing that he was unwilling to accept such a way of death. He was the sinking on his arm when he had just handed over the sword.
Mo Wen walked forward like this, with silver hair shaking, long sleeves floating, and his posture as he walked was domineering, as if he was a true emperor who was receiving the worship of all officials and bowed to the people.
However, the sword he swung was at the other extreme. Every time he stabbed the sword and collected the sword, there must be a soul that was accompanied by. No matter how the enemy changed his moves, dodged, or exerted his strength, it was useless. Mo Wen was just a fight and a single move, and he simply repeated the same move, but no one could stop him from one move and half of his move. Everything was like the emperor's dragon order. If the king wanted his minister to die, the minister had to die.
In the eyes of the Wolf Howling Knight, the man in front of him was undoubtedly the legendary extreme demon god. He was obviously not a delicate sword move, but all his colleagues had no power to resist and ended it with one move. This man was not a human sword at all. He was not a human sword, but a demon sword by the Lord of the Underworld, and a demon sword of the great demon king Tiemuzhen.
In just a while, Mo Wen had already walked to the center of the aisle. Behind him, more than thirty corpses were lying on the ground. This was an almost impossible result. Even the commander himself could not deal with so many knights in a row without any harm. A fear beyond human understanding deeply controlled these people and destroyed their fighting spirit. Some knights with slightly less control were even hysterical.
A knight was approached by Mo Wen and wanted to strike out with his sword, but his arm was raised, but Mo Wen glared at him. Two gazes of flames shot straight into him, and he was immediately scared to death and fainted on the spot.
The already tense atmosphere was frightened by this, like a striking lead. The knights were completely in a state of chaos. They fled back and pushed each other. They were in chaos. Don’t ask about this opportunity, and they were no longer calm. They quickly caught up from behind, one sword, and they wanted to reduce the number of opponents as much as possible before the next wave of large numbers of people arrived.
This commotion also affected the last few good players. Faced with such unheard enemies, fear finally appeared on their faces.
From the beginning, they were fully focused and stared at Mo Wen's every move, but found that the man was impeccable from every move, from his sword, paced, and raised his head, and could not find any flaws.
This fact made them very surprised, and they also found that if they still had to fight in this corridor, they would only play with those falling teammates.
Feeling the opponent's momentum at its peak, they finally shook. I don't know who started first, so they turned around and retreated from the gate behind.
The defeat was like a mountain of fall, and the atmosphere also infected the remaining knights. Except for some of the knights who retreated, the rest were killed by Mo Wen. Overall, there were nearly forty knights who died in the fierce battle just now, which was an amazing record.
When the last knight escaped into the gate, Mo Wen looked at the bulky thick iron gate and sighed. Then, he seemed to be paralyzed, and supported his hands on the door panel with his hands, unable to speak for a long time.
It seems that Mo Wen's victory in this battle is extremely glorious. Every knight was easily defeated. He killed more than half of the enemies alone, and he was slacking off with one move, making him feel at ease and comfortable. However, Ailing, who was following behind, saw that while Mo Wen was wielding his sword move and beating the dominance, his sweat wet his clothes behind him.
This battle was not easy to win, and all the results were created by Mo Wen.
First of all, he used his newly learned martial arts to use the secrets of the emperor, and established himself as an emperor. With the power of the emperor and the domineering aura of the king, all enemies can seize the power and destroy their will for it, and naturally bow down to the emperor, and defeat the enemy's soldiers without fighting.
Afterwards, between his one and one strike, the borrowed power lock in the secret sword was not passed on, and took advantage of the moment when the enemy died, and it was fatal.
However, the power of this sword technique is indeed urged, but it is also quite terrifying in terms of true power. Two years ago, Mo Wen practiced it to the point of being free and easy, but now two years later, with his weak physical strength that has not yet recovered, he has no ability to use it at all.
Therefore, the borrowed power lock that could have tied up the enemy's meridians to death can only make the opponent's wrist sink. Even so, Mo Wen had to raise the inner breath of the whole body to the limit, and was forced to use it, the sword energy that should never be used!
Ah!Ask me what the consequences will be if I use it... Let me say so!You can imagine what kind of picture would it be if a watermelon traveling at sub-light speed hit the ground...what?Can't understand?This is not possible. You haven’t learned the knowledge of the ancient magic. Do you want to stay again? Let me help you tutor for three or five years. I tell you, it’s not that the teacher likes to boast. When it comes to the ancient magic, I am really...
Recalling the earnest warning at that time, Mo Wen couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although he tried his best to avoid it, he still couldn't help but touch the sword energy while lifting his energy. Now there seemed to be several high-volt currents in his body, biting them in various meridians. It's not difficult to imagine that if he really uses the sword energy to exert force, the consequences must be...
Death after exploding!
No matter what, now we finally got here. Whether the next battle will be so smooth will have to be left to fate.
Ailing looked at Mo Wen's back worriedly.
Mr. Mowen didn't move at all since he started, and he didn't even have a sound, and he even stopped breathing.
I don’t know if I was too concerned, Ailing suddenly felt that Mr. Mo Wen’s back was pale and terrible, shrouded in a deep layer of death, as if the body was only left with a dry body and no soul.
After a long time, Mo asked if the target object was behind the door. Ailing nodded quickly and said: Yes!The most powerful magic reaction is here, and Obsidian Mirror must be here.
Mo Wen nodded, put his hand on the door, and pushed it in.
The moment the door was opened, Mo Wen felt a little hesitant.
Behind this sect, there are about a dozen good players, and there may be other ambushers. It is very dangerous to have to break through alone.
However, these were not factors that made Mo Wen stop. With his excellent swordsman intuition, the silver-haired man instinctively felt that behind this door, there was a very familiar feeling that he was dissuading.
What's wrong?Don't ask Mr.Ailing asked with concern.
Mo Wen did not answer. At this critical moment, even if there was a 100,000 army behind the door, he had to make a breakthrough. He did not hesitate at the moment, and pushed the door in with force.
Behind the door is a completely different world, different from the slightest path at the entrance. Behind the door is an extremely wide hall. In the middle of a cave hundreds of feet square, a wooden platform is built. The rock wall above the platform has a straight long hole. Through the long hole, you can see the clear sky.
Ailing could see at a glance that this was an altar specially set up for the Obsidian Mirror. Through the cave, the moonlight of the night can be directly projected on the altar, allowing the Obsidian Mirror on the altar to absorb the moonlight and the warlock to follow the spell.
With the original guards, the total of fifteen knights formed a certain formation under the high platform, as if facing a great enemy, and were ready to fight against the enemy.
On the high platform, there seemed to be a flag flying. Mo Wen frowned and asked Ailing what it was?
But Ailing saw her pale lips trembling slightly and said in a low voice: That...that is the preparation for summoning advanced monsters with the Obsidian Mirror...
Ailing then added that Obsidian Mirror is used to summon ordinary creatures in the demon world. It only needs the full moon light and cooperate with the magic power of the spell caster to succeed. However, if you want to call on a high-level demon race, you must assist it by special rituals. Obsidian Mirror has to be disabled since a month and a half ago to save the full moon light.
So for safety reasons, everyone in this mirror hired the Wolf Howling Knights as their escort.
As for what special rituals are needed?
Ailing didn't say anything, Mo Wen didn't ask. The knight's sense of smell was extremely sensitive. He could smell the strong smell of blood coming from the platform. It would not be a ritual that would be beneficial to the body and mind. It would be better not to ask.
Mo Wen: Is that broken mirror really on the stage?
Ailing hesitated: There is the smell left by the Obsidian Mirror, but...
Mo Wen waved his hand and signaled that he would entangle the enemy after a while. Ailing tried to climb up to the platform and take away the Obsidian Mirror.
After the gesture was made, Ailing pushed away and paid full attention to the enemy's actions.
There is not much time left, and the momentum of the enemy's sword formation has been increasing incredibly. We must seize the attack as soon as possible to get the initiative, so as not to backfire the strategy. If we are really trapped in the sword formation and cannot escape, it is really bad.
(Where did this guy come out?)
The hostile knights were all surprised. Everyone had the same problem in their minds. Among the young masters in the world, who had such silver hair and such powerful swordsmanship?
That should never be an unknown person!
Unfortunately, no one thought of the answer.
Go quickly!careful.
With a push, Ailing took advantage of the force and sent it away. Mo Wen raised his breath and ran towards the enemy formation.
Mo Wen moved, and his body floated away. Every time he took a step, he immediately moved and flashed out of another unexpected direction. Although he looked a little awkward, he was really in front and behind, and he was unpredictable. He surrounded fifteen enemies with one person.
Several older knights with great knowledge all exclaimed when they saw Mo Wen's body movement. They had seen this body movement, but they had never seen it, and had heard it. It was one of the thirty-six unique skills of Bailu Cave, Taxue Jinghong.
When everyone thought of this idea, they felt a little timid. Bailu Cave is the Taishan Beidou in the current Feng Continent. The head of the sect is one of the three sages in the past. Lu You, the sage of the moon, is probably the best master in the world in terms of swordsmanship. The disciples are full of talents and masters.
This man can practice thirty-six unique skills, and is afraid that he is already a disciple. If the students in the chief school kill and injure him, they will make a gang with Bailu Cave and seek revenge for others in the future, that is not a joke.
Before he could get the answer, Mo Wen was approaching. The lightsaber shook, and the blue light fell like rain, with great momentum of precedence. The knights also launched the sword formation and operated cleverly. After several ups and downs, Mo Wen was surrounded again.
When the sword formation was activated, Mo Wen felt that several different forces formed a heavy force network, which was spinning like a vortex, causing his body to be messed up and his movements slowed down. Moreover, the increasingly heavy force network made a familiar feeling in his heart.
(It's the magic of immortality... no! No...)
The knights around him were obviously afraid of his great skills and did not dare to take the lead. They just accelerated the operation of the sword formation, and many different true energy woven into a force net, locking them on Mo Wen layer by layer.
Don't ask to watch intently.
He had only a little bit of knowledge about the immortal arts commonly known as Oriental Immortal Art, but in his early years he traveled through the world, fought many times, and broke through various sword formations. Therefore, although he was trapped in a heavy siege, he immediately calmed down and tried to figure out the clues in the sword net.
The sword formation consists of nine people, in a group of three people.
Each group is dominated by one person, while the remaining two are responsible for instilling internal forces in a steady stream, allowing three different forces to stimulate each other and form a network of force.
From this point of view alone, the designer of the sword formation must have in-depth research on Eastern martial arts, because this method of transmitting skills and power is unique to Eastern martial arts.
However, if it is said to be Eastern martial arts, it is somewhat different. Generally speaking, the three-group sword formations of Eastern martial arts are often used to set up the formation based on the position of the three talents or the Nine Palaces they interpret, and then secretly match other changes in life and restraint.
However, the arrangement of this array is neither the three talents nor the nine palaces, but some combination method that has never been seen before.
In addition, the skills required to launch this sword formation must be extremely great, because the composition of the sword formation is all made up of the Wolf Howling Knights, only the group of the Western Head seemed to be forced to be replaced by a third-rate character because of the insufficient number of people, and it seemed that it was a bit incompatible.
This is a huge flaw. The most taboo thing about any group formation is that it is unevenly distributed, and the imbalance between strength and weakness at a certain place becomes a flaw in the formation.
It seems that although the strength of this array's encirclement net is so strong that it is only seen in my life that it should not be difficult to break the sword array as long as it is still used to break it one by one. However, how did the unhappiness in my heart go back?
As a swordsman, Mo Wen believes in his intuition quite well. It is the spiritual consciousness that any knight naturally trains in a long-term life and death. With this kind of warning that is purely instinct and has nothing to do with brain thinking, it can often help them seize the initiative and turn defeat into victory.
The enemy blade approaches, um!
That familiar unhappiness came again.
The inexplicable sense of hatred made Mo Wen's mood a little out of control. He poured his true energy into the sword, and a blue blood painting, the light sword turned into thousands of blue lights, and at the same time it was pointed in all directions.
Clam!
Buzz!
boom!
It was clearly a collision between the lightsaber and the lightsaber, but three different sounds burst out, and the attacks were launched, all of which were used to push the force shield of the formation.
Mo Wen also felt that the sword uploaded back three different reactions, the hard blocking of the metal and iron wall, the absorption of the cotton curtain, and the offset of the rolling river. The opponent's sword was as powerful as a sky, wide and unaware of its edge, and there was a kind of profoundness that encompasses all things, dispersing all attacks.
This feeling...This feeling...Mo Wen is so familiar!
He was about to roar out on the spot.
Three Swords of Heaven!
The treasure of Bailu Cave's sect, Lu You's immortal magic skill that became famous, is the world's first defense move, and the God of Heaven!
When I saw this again, I met the sky, and I was filled with mixed feelings. I was excited and painful. I recalled that when I learned this sword technique, I learned it the shortest time among my brothers. Master really praised him for this, hoping that he was a swordsman genius who was seen in Bailu Cave for a thousand years.
The praise that day is still in my ears, but people and things are no longer true. Don’t ask, you can hear the bloody voice of your heart, Senior Brother Ah!Senior brother...How can you treat me like this...You were the person I respect the most!
Don’t ask, Mr., be careful!
With a stir, he almost slashed his sword in half. Finally, Mo Wen woke up in time, pushed his sword back, and fought back again.
When a knight approached, he seemed to see that under the silver hair, there was tears in the corner of the man's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel surprised. A man, a real man, what's the point of crying? Could it be that he was so scared that he peed his pants and secretly shed tears!
Although the battle was fierce, the situation was one-sided. Mo Wen's attack was absorbed when he encountered the three sword nets. On the other hand, the Wolf Howling Knight, although the power of the sword formation was the main defense but not the main attack, they gradually tightened the encirclement net, undoubtedly pushing the three iron walls inward, taking advantage of it. After a while, Mo Wen was already a flaw and was in danger.
Mo Wen had a great hatred in his heart. He finally knew why the Wolf Howling Knights had such a resounding name now.
I don’t know which Bailu Cave traitor was. After learning this sword technique, he then turned it into a sword formation. Two hundred people work together to form about ten sword formations to block all enemy attacks. Unless you meet the master of this sect who is familiar with this sword, it will be really enough to dominate the world.
Those who know how to use the Three Swords of the Heaven must be the Bailu Cave Sect. If there is an unworthy traitor among the sect, it would be reasonable that the Wolf Howling Knight will use the high-level Bailu Cave martial arts.
It is natural to be able to form these three swords into a sword formation, but in terms of its power, it is just a piece of cake. The creator obviously just did not really learn the essence of these three swords. If he met a top master such as Gongjin and Xulagu who were familiar with the changes in sword moves, he was afraid that the sword formation would be defeated before it even took three moves.
Speaking of the cultivation of swordsmanship, Mo Wen is only higher than that of Gongjin and other direct disciples. However, the best swordsmanship all pay attention to the coordination of internal strength and tricks. With Mo Wen's internal strength at this time, he could no longer use the sword skills he used to use in the past. He had just opened up the Tao and fought fiercely, and he was exhausted. Although he could see the flaws of the sword formation at this moment, he was unable to crack it.
Ailing was approaching the platform at this time. Although she didn't know much about martial arts, she could see that Mo Wen was at a disadvantage and was very anxious.
The Wolf Howling Knights, seeing Mo Wen's sword moves chaotic, did not dare to act rashly at first, for fear of having a plan, but the later they saw that Mo Wen's counterattack became less powerful. They were all ecstatic when they knew that his skills were poor. The main formation whistled, and the three sword nets squeezed inward at the same time, trying to get rid of this hateful guy at once.
The sword net suddenly tightened, and in Mo Wen's eyes, there seemed to be thousands or hundreds of swords reaching the sky, and they were forced to come in front of him at the same time.
(Fuck God, this is not enough to trap me for half a lifetime, but now I am still bound by me!)
Seeing the sword shadows, I don’t know where the force came from, which made Mo Wen’s blood boil and completely forgot about the fatigue just now. I tied the sword flowers and ran away head-on to the overlapping sword net--
As soon as this idea arose, Ailing suddenly felt her eyes lit up.
Two knights came to a passage on the left, holding a luminous moss-stained lighting stick, and chatted happily while walking.
When the two knights saw Ailing suddenly emerge from the passage, they were also shocked. They thought that it was some kind of mountain spirit. They instinctively pressed the hilt of the sword, and waited until they saw that it was their teammate's uniform. Then they came to their senses and shouted: Where is the command?
Ailing was stunned and said vaguely: What password!
While saying that, he secretly said that he was terrible and never expected to be stopped by someone here. Although the other party did not doubt for a moment, since he could not answer the order, he would be discovered and disguised immediately. How should he get out?
Sure enough, the knight who asked the question saw that she couldn't answer, and saw Ailing covering her face with her hat brim and dressed up strangely. She immediately felt suspicious. She half pulled out the lightsaber from her waist and sang: Today's command: The sun is over the mountains, and the wind eaves are displayed to read.Where is your password?
It sounds like it is some kind of Eastern quartz. If you can know the relevant knowledge, you may be able to try your luck at will, but it is impossible for Ailing.
Judging from the invention and making utensils, this girl is rather a genius. Despite this, she is still not a generalist. In terms of literature and art, Ailing's learning level is equal to zero.
Since I couldn't answer, Ailing slowly pressed against the wall, touched the inner bag, and tried to find out if there was anything that could help me escape from danger.
Seeing that she could not answer the order, the two knights became even more suspicious and set out to consecrate the sword and prepare to take action.
The Yellow River flows into the sea, and the ancient roads look at the color.
A subtle voice came into the ears of the two people, talking about the second half of the password.
Hearing Ailing answered the order, the two knights felt relieved and locked up the lightsaber, but immediately felt something was wrong. The command just now was to speak from the back, not Ailing in front, in other words...
There is someone behind!
Being able to approach silently must be a master, or at least, an enemy stronger than yourself!
The two of them were shocked and quickly turned around to respond. At the same time, the lightsaber opened again, and they were ready for everything when they turned around.
In terms of the quality of soldiers, their reactions are the best choice, but they are still one step slower.
The blue and white rainbow slashed the dark space, and two light sounds came from the passage, dong!Dong!Two sounds, Ailing had not figured out what was going on, and her two heads had rolled to her feet, which scared her so much that she almost screamed.
The figure of the man slowly emerged from the darkness. He picked up the lighting stick on the ground and handed it over to Ailing.The girl's face was first incredible, then turned to ecstasy, and she saw the familiar long silver hair.
Don’t ask Mr....ah!
Without saying anything, Mo Wen knocked Ailing on the head with great force. It was quite powerful. Ailing seemed to be able to see nine elephants dancing and kicking him on their little heads.
It hurts so much──Ah!Very dizzy...
Touching the knocked place on his head, the little inventor shed tears. Is it because of the pain?
Maybe!
Perhaps, it is for a certain feeling of transcending gratitude. Mr. Mowen is back. He has obviously had such an important wish to fulfill. He knows the danger here, but he is back. Mr. Mowen is back...
Compared to Ailing, Mo Wen didn't seem to have any emotional ups and downs, but just made a gesture of asking where to go.
After we met again after we parted, the silver-haired man actually had so many words to say about Ailing’s feelings, but now is not the time to talk together.
In order to find Ailing, Mo Wen arrived at almost at full speed and determined his location. In order to arrive as quickly as possible, on the way to come here, he inevitably bumped into several patrol knights and was forced to expose himself to kill several people.
I don’t know the earth escape technique and have no time to find a way, so I had to adjust the lightsaber to the strongest and forcefully break the ground and cut the stone into it.
Knights above the level can sense abnormal movements around them based on their energy. Although they vary according to their abilities, they generally have them. When they snatched in, they leaked their whereabouts. In addition, this commotion, I am afraid that the team of people will immediately surround them and must find something as soon as possible and grab the way out.
Ailing also knew that the situation was serious, put away her smile, wiped her tears, pointed her hand to the west, and whispered: In the west, the place with the strongest magic energy is.
Mo Wen nodded. As long as he knew the goal, he didn't need Ailing's guidance at all.
Although he does not understand magic, his level does not require the use of instruments, and he can sense various energy operations within a certain range by himself.
let's go!
Ailing held Mo Wen and was about to start. But Mo Wen Wen Feng didn't move, but he just made a gesture to indicate that it would not be so troublesome.
Ailing blinked and guessed that Mo asked what it meant.
Mo Wen smiled and pulled Ailing behind him, opened the energy button of the lightsaber to the maximum, and started with a sword and slashed the stone wall. With an uproar, the stone wall blasted open a hole in the boss.
Mo Wen's sword is constantly moving, like a windmill in the strong wind, rotating like flying, but saw stones of all sizes rustling down, sounding like thunder, as if there were more than a dozen craftsmen holding sharp axes and huge chisels in the opening of the mountain road. In the midst of the dust and sand flying, with the power of the light sword, they opened a passage directly in the stone wall and walked westward.
Ailing spoke loudly and couldn't speak. She was transformed by her own hands. She knew how powerful it was.
This lightsaber is not inferior to the first-class named lightsaber in terms of power of charge, but to be used as a tool for opening up this way, it will consume a lot of the skills of the sword holder.
The power of the lightsaber is proportional to the skill of the sword holder before reaching the limit of output power. The more energy it absorbs, the stronger the destructive power it exerts. The energy consumed by such large-scale continuous actions is not only considerable, but simply terrifying. It is enough to make an apprentice knight be sucked into a mummy in an instant.
(Mr. Mo Wen is definitely not just a third-rate knight who can make such an action.)
Ailing's idea was confirmed at the next moment.
During the action of cutting stones and opening the way, sometimes they would receive an existing passage and hit several knights. Mo Wen had a sudden sword, which was fierce and fierce, either hitting the throat or cutting the vital points of the chest and abdomen. The position was extremely accurate, and it was all killed with one move. Don’t even say that the opponent was counterattacking, he didn’t even have time to snorkeleton. Although it was said that it was a sudden incident, just this sword skill was enough to become a first-rate or second-rate master.
Ailing's heart is thumping!Plop!Just jumped straight, she realized now that Mr. Mo Wen's martial arts turned out to be so good, maybe she was as good as her senior brother Zhu Yan.
The enemy obviously did not expect that they had such a strange way of marching. All the troops on several main passages were lost, causing chaos, making Ailing grab a lot of time until the last straight road to the west was intercepted.
Nearly sixty knights were waiting for battle on the road, and all the lightswords were opened. When they saw the invaders appear, they all looked bloodthirsty and crazy.
Mo Wen looked at the enemy's layout.
It was indeed murderous. If it were an ordinary person, he would have fainted when he saw so many enemies!
However, in Mo Wen's eyes, in the eyes of this good general who once led nearly 10,000 troops, there were significant flaws in the enemy's layout.
Although there are many enemies, the mountain road is narrow and can only accommodate three people in parallel. If you want to fight, it will be even more ineffective. In other words, the enemy's interception network is fragmented by the terrain, and has become a great opportunity to be defeated one by one.
As long as you use your brain a little, no one will choose to intercept the enemy here. The enemy will make this choice because they are unable to intercept and are forced to fight this way; or do they not take these two invaders seriously at all?
Maybe both!
In short, for Mo Wen, the attack will only come from the front, which not only avoids the danger of being attacked, but also does not have to worry about Ailing behind it, which can be said to have taken a huge advantage.
Among the sixty knights, the vast majority of them exuded significant murderous aura in their bodies. They were knights with ordinary martial arts. They had insufficient understanding and could not understand the truth that they had accumulated a lot of accumulation and were not afraid of it.
Seven people stood at the end, their lightsabers were still not opened, tied to their waists, everyone hugged their arms, and their faces looked confident. Judging from the momentum they exuded, they were considered good.
But I can feel that there is no real master!
very good!
Mo Wen couldn't help but feel a little strange. If the formation in front of him was the proportion of the Wolf Howling Knights, then the real masters were probably only one or two below the leader. How could such a strong figure have such a resounding reputation in the world?
Could this be a false saying in the world?
No matter what, this greatly improves the chances of winning for me.
After the plan is settled, Mo Wen raised his head, laughed loudly, and took big steps. It was neither a quick rush nor a weird body movement, but a glorious posture that was as if triumphant, and walked into the enemy formation.
It was strange that when Mo Wen raised his head and smiled, everyone felt a strange and inexplicable feeling, as if the down-and-out silver-haired swordsman suddenly became a overlord who looked down on the world. The emperor was majestic and the dragon and tiger steps, almost causing people to kneel down and bow to the ground. Everyone present was under an indescribable heavy pressure, which made the breath of his chest unhappy.
A knight in the lead raised his long sword, cut the snake into the way, and slashed it down with his head.
Mo Wen still looked up at the sky, and didn't even look at the attack. He swung the lightsword and held the sword.
The knight felt that a strange internal force came from the lightsaber, and then his hand sank, as if something had turned his arm into a thousand pounds of objects, dragging him straight forward. He just screamed in his heart, Mo Wen changed his moves casually, and the lightsaber picked him back, cutting off his throat, and easily won the victory.
The knight behind him was quick and incompetent. He couldn't even figure out the situation. Seeing Mo Wen's move, he thought he was greedy and lustful in his daily life, so he was so weak that his sword skills were not good and he was easily taken by someone. He spat and stabbed the tiger in Bian Zhuang in one move.
Mo Wen's posture remains unchanged. He hit the lightsword down, intercepted the sword, picked it up with his backhand, pierced the opponent's throat, and easily made another skill.
The knight covered the blood hole in his throat, but could not cover a large amount of overflowing black and red blood clots. Jojo's body fell down with a muffled groan, and his eyes widened, showing that he was unwilling to accept such a way of death. He was the sinking on his arm when he had just handed over the sword.
Mo Wen walked forward like this, with silver hair shaking, long sleeves floating, and his posture as he walked was domineering, as if he was a true emperor who was receiving the worship of all officials and bowed to the people.
However, the sword he swung was at the other extreme. Every time he stabbed the sword and collected the sword, there must be a soul that was accompanied by. No matter how the enemy changed his moves, dodged, or exerted his strength, it was useless. Mo Wen was just a fight and a single move, and he simply repeated the same move, but no one could stop him from one move and half of his move. Everything was like the emperor's dragon order. If the king wanted his minister to die, the minister had to die.
In the eyes of the Wolf Howling Knight, the man in front of him was undoubtedly the legendary extreme demon god. He was obviously not a delicate sword move, but all his colleagues had no power to resist and ended it with one move. This man was not a human sword at all. He was not a human sword, but a demon sword by the Lord of the Underworld, and a demon sword of the great demon king Tiemuzhen.
In just a while, Mo Wen had already walked to the center of the aisle. Behind him, more than thirty corpses were lying on the ground. This was an almost impossible result. Even the commander himself could not deal with so many knights in a row without any harm. A fear beyond human understanding deeply controlled these people and destroyed their fighting spirit. Some knights with slightly less control were even hysterical.
A knight was approached by Mo Wen and wanted to strike out with his sword, but his arm was raised, but Mo Wen glared at him. Two gazes of flames shot straight into him, and he was immediately scared to death and fainted on the spot.
The already tense atmosphere was frightened by this, like a striking lead. The knights were completely in a state of chaos. They fled back and pushed each other. They were in chaos. Don’t ask about this opportunity, and they were no longer calm. They quickly caught up from behind, one sword, and they wanted to reduce the number of opponents as much as possible before the next wave of large numbers of people arrived.
This commotion also affected the last few good players. Faced with such unheard enemies, fear finally appeared on their faces.
From the beginning, they were fully focused and stared at Mo Wen's every move, but found that the man was impeccable from every move, from his sword, paced, and raised his head, and could not find any flaws.
This fact made them very surprised, and they also found that if they still had to fight in this corridor, they would only play with those falling teammates.
Feeling the opponent's momentum at its peak, they finally shook. I don't know who started first, so they turned around and retreated from the gate behind.
The defeat was like a mountain of fall, and the atmosphere also infected the remaining knights. Except for some of the knights who retreated, the rest were killed by Mo Wen. Overall, there were nearly forty knights who died in the fierce battle just now, which was an amazing record.
When the last knight escaped into the gate, Mo Wen looked at the bulky thick iron gate and sighed. Then, he seemed to be paralyzed, and supported his hands on the door panel with his hands, unable to speak for a long time.
It seems that Mo Wen's victory in this battle is extremely glorious. Every knight was easily defeated. He killed more than half of the enemies alone, and he was slacking off with one move, making him feel at ease and comfortable. However, Ailing, who was following behind, saw that while Mo Wen was wielding his sword move and beating the dominance, his sweat wet his clothes behind him.
This battle was not easy to win, and all the results were created by Mo Wen.
First of all, he used his newly learned martial arts to use the secrets of the emperor, and established himself as an emperor. With the power of the emperor and the domineering aura of the king, all enemies can seize the power and destroy their will for it, and naturally bow down to the emperor, and defeat the enemy's soldiers without fighting.
Afterwards, between his one and one strike, the borrowed power lock in the secret sword was not passed on, and took advantage of the moment when the enemy died, and it was fatal.
However, the power of this sword technique is indeed urged, but it is also quite terrifying in terms of true power. Two years ago, Mo Wen practiced it to the point of being free and easy, but now two years later, with his weak physical strength that has not yet recovered, he has no ability to use it at all.
Therefore, the borrowed power lock that could have tied up the enemy's meridians to death can only make the opponent's wrist sink. Even so, Mo Wen had to raise the inner breath of the whole body to the limit, and was forced to use it, the sword energy that should never be used!
Ah!Ask me what the consequences will be if I use it... Let me say so!You can imagine what kind of picture would it be if a watermelon traveling at sub-light speed hit the ground...what?Can't understand?This is not possible. You haven’t learned the knowledge of the ancient magic. Do you want to stay again? Let me help you tutor for three or five years. I tell you, it’s not that the teacher likes to boast. When it comes to the ancient magic, I am really...
Recalling the earnest warning at that time, Mo Wen couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although he tried his best to avoid it, he still couldn't help but touch the sword energy while lifting his energy. Now there seemed to be several high-volt currents in his body, biting them in various meridians. It's not difficult to imagine that if he really uses the sword energy to exert force, the consequences must be...
Death after exploding!
No matter what, now we finally got here. Whether the next battle will be so smooth will have to be left to fate.
Ailing looked at Mo Wen's back worriedly.
Mr. Mowen didn't move at all since he started, and he didn't even have a sound, and he even stopped breathing.
I don’t know if I was too concerned, Ailing suddenly felt that Mr. Mo Wen’s back was pale and terrible, shrouded in a deep layer of death, as if the body was only left with a dry body and no soul.
After a long time, Mo asked if the target object was behind the door. Ailing nodded quickly and said: Yes!The most powerful magic reaction is here, and Obsidian Mirror must be here.
Mo Wen nodded, put his hand on the door, and pushed it in.
The moment the door was opened, Mo Wen felt a little hesitant.
Behind this sect, there are about a dozen good players, and there may be other ambushers. It is very dangerous to have to break through alone.
However, these were not factors that made Mo Wen stop. With his excellent swordsman intuition, the silver-haired man instinctively felt that behind this door, there was a very familiar feeling that he was dissuading.
What's wrong?Don't ask Mr.Ailing asked with concern.
Mo Wen did not answer. At this critical moment, even if there was a 100,000 army behind the door, he had to make a breakthrough. He did not hesitate at the moment, and pushed the door in with force.
Behind the door is a completely different world, different from the slightest path at the entrance. Behind the door is an extremely wide hall. In the middle of a cave hundreds of feet square, a wooden platform is built. The rock wall above the platform has a straight long hole. Through the long hole, you can see the clear sky.
Ailing could see at a glance that this was an altar specially set up for the Obsidian Mirror. Through the cave, the moonlight of the night can be directly projected on the altar, allowing the Obsidian Mirror on the altar to absorb the moonlight and the warlock to follow the spell.
With the original guards, the total of fifteen knights formed a certain formation under the high platform, as if facing a great enemy, and were ready to fight against the enemy.
On the high platform, there seemed to be a flag flying. Mo Wen frowned and asked Ailing what it was?
But Ailing saw her pale lips trembling slightly and said in a low voice: That...that is the preparation for summoning advanced monsters with the Obsidian Mirror...
Ailing then added that Obsidian Mirror is used to summon ordinary creatures in the demon world. It only needs the full moon light and cooperate with the magic power of the spell caster to succeed. However, if you want to call on a high-level demon race, you must assist it by special rituals. Obsidian Mirror has to be disabled since a month and a half ago to save the full moon light.
So for safety reasons, everyone in this mirror hired the Wolf Howling Knights as their escort.
As for what special rituals are needed?
Ailing didn't say anything, Mo Wen didn't ask. The knight's sense of smell was extremely sensitive. He could smell the strong smell of blood coming from the platform. It would not be a ritual that would be beneficial to the body and mind. It would be better not to ask.
Mo Wen: Is that broken mirror really on the stage?
Ailing hesitated: There is the smell left by the Obsidian Mirror, but...
Mo Wen waved his hand and signaled that he would entangle the enemy after a while. Ailing tried to climb up to the platform and take away the Obsidian Mirror.
After the gesture was made, Ailing pushed away and paid full attention to the enemy's actions.
There is not much time left, and the momentum of the enemy's sword formation has been increasing incredibly. We must seize the attack as soon as possible to get the initiative, so as not to backfire the strategy. If we are really trapped in the sword formation and cannot escape, it is really bad.
(Where did this guy come out?)
The hostile knights were all surprised. Everyone had the same problem in their minds. Among the young masters in the world, who had such silver hair and such powerful swordsmanship?
That should never be an unknown person!
Unfortunately, no one thought of the answer.
Go quickly!careful.
With a push, Ailing took advantage of the force and sent it away. Mo Wen raised his breath and ran towards the enemy formation.
Mo Wen moved, and his body floated away. Every time he took a step, he immediately moved and flashed out of another unexpected direction. Although he looked a little awkward, he was really in front and behind, and he was unpredictable. He surrounded fifteen enemies with one person.
Several older knights with great knowledge all exclaimed when they saw Mo Wen's body movement. They had seen this body movement, but they had never seen it, and had heard it. It was one of the thirty-six unique skills of Bailu Cave, Taxue Jinghong.
When everyone thought of this idea, they felt a little timid. Bailu Cave is the Taishan Beidou in the current Feng Continent. The head of the sect is one of the three sages in the past. Lu You, the sage of the moon, is probably the best master in the world in terms of swordsmanship. The disciples are full of talents and masters.
This man can practice thirty-six unique skills, and is afraid that he is already a disciple. If the students in the chief school kill and injure him, they will make a gang with Bailu Cave and seek revenge for others in the future, that is not a joke.
Before he could get the answer, Mo Wen was approaching. The lightsaber shook, and the blue light fell like rain, with great momentum of precedence. The knights also launched the sword formation and operated cleverly. After several ups and downs, Mo Wen was surrounded again.
When the sword formation was activated, Mo Wen felt that several different forces formed a heavy force network, which was spinning like a vortex, causing his body to be messed up and his movements slowed down. Moreover, the increasingly heavy force network made a familiar feeling in his heart.
(It's the magic of immortality... no! No...)
The knights around him were obviously afraid of his great skills and did not dare to take the lead. They just accelerated the operation of the sword formation, and many different true energy woven into a force net, locking them on Mo Wen layer by layer.
Don't ask to watch intently.
He had only a little bit of knowledge about the immortal arts commonly known as Oriental Immortal Art, but in his early years he traveled through the world, fought many times, and broke through various sword formations. Therefore, although he was trapped in a heavy siege, he immediately calmed down and tried to figure out the clues in the sword net.
The sword formation consists of nine people, in a group of three people.
Each group is dominated by one person, while the remaining two are responsible for instilling internal forces in a steady stream, allowing three different forces to stimulate each other and form a network of force.
From this point of view alone, the designer of the sword formation must have in-depth research on Eastern martial arts, because this method of transmitting skills and power is unique to Eastern martial arts.
However, if it is said to be Eastern martial arts, it is somewhat different. Generally speaking, the three-group sword formations of Eastern martial arts are often used to set up the formation based on the position of the three talents or the Nine Palaces they interpret, and then secretly match other changes in life and restraint.
However, the arrangement of this array is neither the three talents nor the nine palaces, but some combination method that has never been seen before.
In addition, the skills required to launch this sword formation must be extremely great, because the composition of the sword formation is all made up of the Wolf Howling Knights, only the group of the Western Head seemed to be forced to be replaced by a third-rate character because of the insufficient number of people, and it seemed that it was a bit incompatible.
This is a huge flaw. The most taboo thing about any group formation is that it is unevenly distributed, and the imbalance between strength and weakness at a certain place becomes a flaw in the formation.
It seems that although the strength of this array's encirclement net is so strong that it is only seen in my life that it should not be difficult to break the sword array as long as it is still used to break it one by one. However, how did the unhappiness in my heart go back?
As a swordsman, Mo Wen believes in his intuition quite well. It is the spiritual consciousness that any knight naturally trains in a long-term life and death. With this kind of warning that is purely instinct and has nothing to do with brain thinking, it can often help them seize the initiative and turn defeat into victory.
The enemy blade approaches, um!
That familiar unhappiness came again.
The inexplicable sense of hatred made Mo Wen's mood a little out of control. He poured his true energy into the sword, and a blue blood painting, the light sword turned into thousands of blue lights, and at the same time it was pointed in all directions.
Clam!
Buzz!
boom!
It was clearly a collision between the lightsaber and the lightsaber, but three different sounds burst out, and the attacks were launched, all of which were used to push the force shield of the formation.
Mo Wen also felt that the sword uploaded back three different reactions, the hard blocking of the metal and iron wall, the absorption of the cotton curtain, and the offset of the rolling river. The opponent's sword was as powerful as a sky, wide and unaware of its edge, and there was a kind of profoundness that encompasses all things, dispersing all attacks.
This feeling...This feeling...Mo Wen is so familiar!
He was about to roar out on the spot.
Three Swords of Heaven!
The treasure of Bailu Cave's sect, Lu You's immortal magic skill that became famous, is the world's first defense move, and the God of Heaven!
When I saw this again, I met the sky, and I was filled with mixed feelings. I was excited and painful. I recalled that when I learned this sword technique, I learned it the shortest time among my brothers. Master really praised him for this, hoping that he was a swordsman genius who was seen in Bailu Cave for a thousand years.
The praise that day is still in my ears, but people and things are no longer true. Don’t ask, you can hear the bloody voice of your heart, Senior Brother Ah!Senior brother...How can you treat me like this...You were the person I respect the most!
Don’t ask, Mr., be careful!
With a stir, he almost slashed his sword in half. Finally, Mo Wen woke up in time, pushed his sword back, and fought back again.
When a knight approached, he seemed to see that under the silver hair, there was tears in the corner of the man's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel surprised. A man, a real man, what's the point of crying? Could it be that he was so scared that he peed his pants and secretly shed tears!
Although the battle was fierce, the situation was one-sided. Mo Wen's attack was absorbed when he encountered the three sword nets. On the other hand, the Wolf Howling Knight, although the power of the sword formation was the main defense but not the main attack, they gradually tightened the encirclement net, undoubtedly pushing the three iron walls inward, taking advantage of it. After a while, Mo Wen was already a flaw and was in danger.
Mo Wen had a great hatred in his heart. He finally knew why the Wolf Howling Knights had such a resounding name now.
I don’t know which Bailu Cave traitor was. After learning this sword technique, he then turned it into a sword formation. Two hundred people work together to form about ten sword formations to block all enemy attacks. Unless you meet the master of this sect who is familiar with this sword, it will be really enough to dominate the world.
Those who know how to use the Three Swords of the Heaven must be the Bailu Cave Sect. If there is an unworthy traitor among the sect, it would be reasonable that the Wolf Howling Knight will use the high-level Bailu Cave martial arts.
It is natural to be able to form these three swords into a sword formation, but in terms of its power, it is just a piece of cake. The creator obviously just did not really learn the essence of these three swords. If he met a top master such as Gongjin and Xulagu who were familiar with the changes in sword moves, he was afraid that the sword formation would be defeated before it even took three moves.
Speaking of the cultivation of swordsmanship, Mo Wen is only higher than that of Gongjin and other direct disciples. However, the best swordsmanship all pay attention to the coordination of internal strength and tricks. With Mo Wen's internal strength at this time, he could no longer use the sword skills he used to use in the past. He had just opened up the Tao and fought fiercely, and he was exhausted. Although he could see the flaws of the sword formation at this moment, he was unable to crack it.
Ailing was approaching the platform at this time. Although she didn't know much about martial arts, she could see that Mo Wen was at a disadvantage and was very anxious.
The Wolf Howling Knights, seeing Mo Wen's sword moves chaotic, did not dare to act rashly at first, for fear of having a plan, but the later they saw that Mo Wen's counterattack became less powerful. They were all ecstatic when they knew that his skills were poor. The main formation whistled, and the three sword nets squeezed inward at the same time, trying to get rid of this hateful guy at once.
The sword net suddenly tightened, and in Mo Wen's eyes, there seemed to be thousands or hundreds of swords reaching the sky, and they were forced to come in front of him at the same time.
(Fuck God, this is not enough to trap me for half a lifetime, but now I am still bound by me!)
Seeing the sword shadows, I don’t know where the force came from, which made Mo Wen’s blood boil and completely forgot about the fatigue just now. I tied the sword flowers and ran away head-on to the overlapping sword net--
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