Fix your sister's fairy

"Are your eyes so sharp?" Mo Yi chuckled.

Behind him, the clone of the old man fell with a sword, slashing the true intent of the sword, cutting down from a dead corner where Mo Yi could not defend and dodge, and a sword slashed on Mo Yi's shoulder.

At the same time, Mo Yi's figure appeared behind the old man, and he slashed down lightly with a sword, but there was no threat at all.

The old man looked at Mo Yi who was cut in two in the distance with a flat face, and raised his sword to resist.

It turned out that in the previous battle, Mo Yi secretly used the imperfect Sanqing Xuanhua Skill, and separated a clone to prepare to sneak attack the old man, and the body that remained in place was just to attract the attention of the old man.

But the old man saw Mo Yi's small movements, and he also learned to make a gasification and three clearings, and separated the same doppelganger and slashed towards Mo Yi's body.

"Rub!"

An arm flew sideways and landed on the ground.

"What?" the old man looked at his right hand in a daze, which was empty, and blood was pouring down into the earth.

"Sometimes it's not a good thing to be too alert. Behind the old man, Mo Yi chuckled.

The hidden dragon trick dispersed, and the faint aura skyrocketed instantly, and Mo Yi, who was supposed to be a clone, turned into an entity, and Mo Yi, who was cut in half by the old man's clone, turned into a phantom and dissipated into the aura of heaven and earth.

"Although you have been fighting for thousands of years, you still lack a little understanding. Mo Yi smiled, and another sword fell, cutting off the bone sword and chopping off the old man's other hand.

The old man's body sank, and four huge stone pillars rushed out of the surrounding earth, and Mo Yi suddenly made a mountain and sea leap out of the place, and the stone pillars formed a formation to completely seal the old man within dozens of meters as the center.

"I know that you are scheming and calculating, and you have learned the three clears of one gas to conceal yourself with all your might, and I have to admire it. Mo Yi waved the Blood Sword casually, and the blood remaining on the sword quickly submerged into the sword body, and the entire Blood Sword emitted a glowing red light, and even Mo Yi's own qi and blood were as strong as the furnace of heaven and earth.

The cultivation of the Great Perfection of the Supreme Realm of the Transcendent Stage was constantly shaking, and the old man's only the slightest aura rich in qi and blood could actually loosen Mo Yi's level.

Mo Yi stared at the old man in the stone formation, his eyes were faint, if he could absorb the old man as a whole, the vast realm could be broken through immediately.

The old man didn't know what Mo Yi's gaze represented, but a chill surged in his heart, as if he was being targeted by a wild beast, and if he was not careful, there were no bones.

"Huh. "

Suddenly, he chuckled, and his face returned to a deathly calm.

It's really ridiculous, in the past, I fought in the heavens and the world for tens of millions of years, and there were many demons and seas that I had killed.

Now he was shocked by a kid who was out of the realm?

Sad.

Blood and white bones gushed out from the old man's hands, and in an instant the two arms grew again, and he raised his hands indifferently, and the four stone pillars gradually lit up with Sanskrit, and they were squeezed together by a strange force.

The stone pillars that could only be hugged by several people began to squeeze each other, but there was not a trace of stone chips falling off, and the rocks weighing several tons were compressed and reduced until a sword embryo was formed, which was condensed into a sharp edge and turned into a stone sword.

"This sword is named Zhongshi, slash you. The old man swung his stone sword backwards, and the sword wind, which was as heavy as a mountain, lifted the earth, and a huge amount of mountains and rocks were inclined to flood the corner of the ancient city in the distance behind the old man.

"This sword is bloody, behead you. Mo Yi took back the Demon Sealing Sword and said with a single blood sword.

At the end of the words, the two rushed away, wrapped in the heart, and the two sword lights hedged, startling thousands of mountains and rocks, and the mountain peaks rose from the ground.

There is no splendid and colorful swordsmanship, and there is the most essential sword-to-sword conflict, and the purest sword intent collision.

Mo Yiwen had the upper hand, the cultivation of the Supreme Realm allowed him to perfectly suppress the old man, and he had never been afraid of anyone with the same moves.

The old man also did not show weakness, every time he swung the sword, the next time he would improve the sword intent, he was watching, searching, finding out Mo Yi's sword habits, angles, strength, and then starting from the dead end, attacking one after another.

The stone sword was heavy, the old man grabbed a trace of Mo Yi's loophole, and with a sword split, Mo Yi had to retract his sword and defend himself, and the sword hit his chest hard, like a real mountain smashed on his body.

Mo Yi fell like a meteor, but before he landed, the wings of Kunpeng flapped their wings and flew high, with the momentum of soaring up to 90,000 miles, with a sword!

"Do you notice the problem?" asked the old man softly in the air.

The sword moves are hedged, Ambilight, the old man is improving, Mo is also improving, he is feeling every sword, and he is thinking about how to cut out a purer sword and cut out the true meaning of the sword.

"Problem?" Mo Yi thought to himself, what is the problem.

Another head-on impact, the old man's sword momentum was even more crisp, the sword wind forced through the bloody sword and tore Mo Yi's cheek, and the blood dripped down the air and fell to the ground.

"Your sword intent is out of order. The old man said, "The true meaning of your kendo is imperfect, or it is only a kick in the door, and you only have a shape, but not a charm." "

Mo Yi didn't answer, and killed with a sword in his backhand.

"Too many spells have mistaken your sword. The old man said again, and the pure sword intent flicked the bloody sword away, and the sword wind left a bloody mark on Mo Yi's chest.

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"Compared to the little girl's extreme martial arts before, your sword intent is incomplete. The old man waved the stone sword casually, and the sword wind was like chaos, "So what I learned is also incomplete Extreme Sword Intent, I hope you can perfect it, so that I can learn a good sword technique again." "

Mo also retreated and re-struck his sword.

own sword...... Bad?

Mo Yi thought to himself, he seemed to have heard the same thing.

[Too many swordsmanship will mistake your sword.] 】

Who said that?

"Boy, I'm sorry," Bloody Sword said suddenly.

Mo Yi didn't react, he was stunned for a second, the old man's sword arrived again, and the sword intent was more sufficient, more powerful, and heavier than the previous sword.

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"Why?" Mo was not to be outdone, and the same sword was slashed away, and the sword wind collided and rushed into the sky.

"It seems that I was really wrong before, and now you change the Demon Sealing Sword. "

Mo Yi didn't think clearly about the meaning of the blood sword for a while, but he still copied it, he swung down with a fierce sword, slashed out the cloud dragon, and the old man split the cloud dragon with a blow, and the sword qi filled the sky in an instant.

Mo Yi took the opportunity to retreat and replaced with the Demon Sealing Sword.

The old man jumped over a hundred kilometers and came with a sword, swinging a heavy mountain and smashing it down in front of him.

"Feel it well, there is sword intent on the sword. The Blood Sword said, with some embarrassment in his tone, "It seems that I have mistaken someone this time." "

"On the sword...... Have sword intent?" Mo Yi was stunned, the enemy was present, but he looked down at the blade of the Demon Sealing Sword in a daze.

A touch of green came to mind.

Familiar memories emerged, and Mo Yiru was in deep meaning, and the whole person trembled slightly.

Suddenly, he reflexively slashed out with a sword, and the sword light was turquoise, very clean and pure.

There was surprise in the old man's eyes, but the stone sword in his hand still fell.

Mo Yi rushed up with a sword, and there was no more momentum when he hit the stone sword, but an extremely crisp sound.

It's like slashing on a green bamboo.

Suddenly, a familiar sword intent permeated from the Demon Sealing Sword.

"It's you. Mo Yi muttered.

Pure, old-fashioned, indifferent.

[The sword is a murderous sword, it doesn't need to be powerful, it doesn't need to be fancy or clever, it just needs to be cut out, and then cut out, cut through the vanity, cut everything. 】

Dark, a voice...... No, it should be a wisp of sword intent that poured into Mo Yi's mind, this is the method of placing divine thoughts in the sword intent and hiding it in the sword.

"Master. "Did he remember? _

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