But the problem came again.

Mo Jian, how can he escape from the real sword and come from outside the sky when the sword is slashed?

"No desire to act recklessly..."

No explanation is needed, Sui Yin has the answer himself.

As his mind collapsed, he recalled the characteristics of Mo Jianshu's second realm in his dusty memory.

Not bound by rules, not restricted by the road;

Not limited by subjectivity and not affected by external objects.

In short, the sky is the limit!

The more powerful a person is, the more he can transcend himself and use his sword to move freely!

…

"All swordsmanship must be done within the swordsmanship. If you don't have the desire to be a swordsman, you can't follow the rules!"

The light of the sword cannot start from the sword;

The stronger the sword intention, the stronger it is;

The power of the sword can cause thunder in a silent place!

"It should come from the heart, reach outside the sky, and originate from the outside. It has no fixed form, gets out of the inertia of thinking, and cuts it out from an angle that no one, including myself, can consider before drawing the sword - this is desirelessness.

Use it as a sword."

Dao Qiongcang looked at the two halves of Wang Zexiu Yin with a slightly absentminded look, recalling Gou Wuyue's words in his mind.

At that time, the guy was not so arrogant that he wanted to cross the "rules" of "having no desire to do anything" with the Sword God's Sword of No Desire, and achieve the idea of ​​returning to his original nature:

"Just start from the sword, just start from the self, and use the power of thunder to make a blockbuster move!"

A great idea, isn't it?

Skipping the realm of seeing a mountain as a mountain and seeing a mountain as something other than a mountain, I came to the third level...

Falling off a cliff·Gou Wuyue, thus he was born.

Thirty years later, it’s still falling and still racing.

Whether the one-armed Gou Wuyue in the sea of ​​suffering found his third level of Wuyu in the shackles of the Holy Temple, the sword hit the blocking tree on the way to the cliff. So far, the sky has not been able to make a decision.

affirmative judgment.

But Gou Wuyue, who had been practicing swordsmanship step by step in the age of the Seven Sword Immortals, was among the ten. Dao Qiongcang believed deeply in his talent and his words.

Let’s just talk about Mo’s swordsmanship skills...

It can be seen from the fact that the eight masters who were most fond of using other's methods to defeat other's soldiers and using your own way to break your swords were not pure swordsmen of Mo and Gou Wuyue.

"It's not like Bazun is familiar with it, to be honest."

In the Divine Punishment Pillar Formation, Yue Gongli said in a low voice: "His sword is a bit... tactful."

…

"clang--"

The big bells and drums appear in the heart-soulful sound of the bells.

Why use only two objects for defense? Adding an extra skill will give Xu Xiaoshou face.

This kind of self-limiting self-imposed rules, in the eyes of Sui Yin, who even cut the body of the Holy Emperor in half at this moment...

Damn it!

Xu Xiaoshou, you are not the only one who deserves to die!

I, the talented person, am also extremely evil!

This is the last physical body, and it is also the physical body of the wind-type Holy Emperor. During the battle just now, I didn’t care about anything else, so my physical body is precious.

Never thought...

One careless thought, two halves of the Holy Emperor.

The evil spirit split open.

He summoned the big bells and drums, hoping to directly suppress the remaining power of the sword.

But the sword light plowed through, and Mo Jian ignored Daguai Zhonggu's defense, and the power seeped into it in a form between reality and illusion. With the two halves of his body, Mo Jian dragged Daguai Zhonggu towards him.

The location of Xu Xiaoshou.

Stop!

Me! Stop it quickly!

Xu Xiaoshou stood in mid-air holding his sword, but instead of adding insult to injury as Sui Yin expected, he used two more swords.

The fact is that this sword almost drained away all his strength. Even the transformation of a passive skill plus the power of devouring and the power of the Heavenly Ancestor in the Dragon Ball took time.

This did not prevent him from looking at it coldly:

"Scared?"

The evil spirit exploded, and the mentality exploded.

As he was dragging, two words were spoken, like a curse, directly exploding the strong demonic energy from the two halves of his body.

But the boy's sarcastic voice was still there:

"This is just the beginning, not the end. Since you can't resist, just enjoy this sword."

…

what for?

What does this mean?

Dao Qiong Cang and Yue Gong Li all changed their expressions, and they stopped again and moved out of the battlefield.

Not to mention evil spirits.

But before he could react, with a bang, Mo Jian finished slashing, and all his strength turned into sword thoughts and exploded while dragging him along.

The sword thoughts are like tarsal maggots, sticking to the wounds on the body, like tearing open a person's scars and then sprinkling magma on them.

Suddenly, the magma shook again, and every atom began to collide, and then every drop of magma started to erupt again.

"Chi chi chi chi chi..."

The sword thought exploded, and the power of Mo Jian attached to the Wuyu Wanwei Sword, in the manner of the Qinghe Sword World, shuttled mercilessly between the two halves of the Wanze Saint Emperor's body.

"No--"

The haunting sound is tearing apart even the soul.

Soul sound?

He was startled.

Yes, looking down from the soul posture, all that is left is the "fragile" body of Holy Emperor Wu Ze, which was cut into minced meat under the thought of the sword, and turned into powder and flew in the wind.

Crushing bones and scattering ashes.

The treasure He had just taken away was destroyed?

"Jutsu·Reverse Flip!"

"Skill: Baiyue Immortal Witch!"

"Skill·Evergreen's Regret!"

"..."

The evil spirit moved the seals like crazy, forgetting to hide his soul body, forgetting the current mad devil's own intentions, and even forgetting to maintain the great posture of the evil god on his throne.

He wanted the body of the Holy Emperor to come back.

The power of the sword can destroy the body, and the evil spirit cannot be recovered with thousands of spells.

Xu Xiaoshou glanced at it, watching the Demon Ancestor's power invading Sui Yin more and more deeply, and couldn't help but frown slightly.

Demon Ancestor...

So scary?

The role of arrogance is a bit beyond previous imagination.

The evil spirits were fruitless in the end. Although he could bring back the remains of the Holy Emperor, he could also put them together into a specific shape.

But that's a doll.

It has been destroyed, and it will be difficult to gather it back together in a short time, unless...

Destroy Xu Xiaoshou!

Sui Yin's three red eyes stared scorchingly at Xu Xiaoshou, with a fierce look in his eyes and three soul hands raised high.
To be continued...