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"Not to mention that your fragmented "Heart Sword Sutra" can be regarded as a fourth-order internal strength at most. It is as difficult as climbing to make up for it. The biggest problem is the broken sword."

"how you said that?"

"That sword is not yours, but that of the ancient swordsman, with his will inside. If you can't get rid of his influence, you will never have an invincible mind and you will never be the best in the world!"

First in the world!

These four words seemed to have some terrifying magic power. Hearing them, Mo Yun's breathing became stagnant.

The world is first and supreme.

After a strong longing, there is endless depression, and the swordsman yells: "I don't need the world to be number one, I just need to be famous, and I don't need invincibility."

"Stupid! Stupid!" Lu Zhengkang was heartbroken. "When you meet in hand, do you still think that you don't need to swing a sword and the opponent will play chess with you in a friendly way? Hesitated, how can you hold it? The sword in the hand!"

"Yes, yes, even if I can't be the number one in the world, I still have to dominate." The swordsman's gaze became solemn, and he took off the shameful face mask, revealing his handsome face, "My Mo Yun, Ding You must use the sword in your hand to slay thousands of powerful enemies!

Loud sword chants echoed in his chest, as if a nine-day wandering dragon eager to try was hidden in his heart.

The heart of the strongest, once flourished.

Lu Zhengkang curled his lips while looking at the vigorous man in front of him.

What a lie.

...

"How do you practice swords at home?"

"Swipe the sword three thousand times in the morning, five thousand times in the afternoon, and sit still to realize the sword in the evening. It took four years before traveling."

"There is nothing to say, take the sword, and attack me!" Lu Zhengkang threw a flickering fourth-grade scorpion sword to Mo Yun.

This sword is three feet eight minutes long. It comes from the sword-making villa. It cuts gold and jade like cutting mulch. It is hung in the rare treasure pavilion of Junxian's residence for free use.

Mo Yun raised his hand to catch the Zhanjiao Sword, thinking to himself, just to try how good this little monk is.

Sword, progress, stab.

The moonlight flows lightly on the sword's ridge, like a layer of frost.

The blade cuts through the dull winter air, as if a fish in Baixi is tracing its source in the quiet current.

The tip of the sword, hazy in the wind, was dark and luminous, completely swallowed by the night, as if the long sword was three inches short out of thin air, and when it pierced the heart, the blood would coat it with the warmest brilliance.

Mo Yun's body and mind are gone with this sword, and the sword power has reached the point where there is no flaw. If the opponent can't break the sword power, he will not be able to grasp his body shape, and it can be said to be invincible.

A stunning sword, a restrained sword.

It only needs to touch the body a little, and the sharp and dense Hunyuan Jianqi will counter the heart, breaking the internal organs.

The fragments of the first order of God, that is also the power of the first order of God.

Near the whole body of the little novice monk, the tip of the sword shows, and the Jianjing point is three inches away.

Mo Yun looked at Lu Zhengkang who was indifferent and couldn't help but feel compassion.

Sad boy, I don't know it's at stake.

The tip of the sword continued to move forward, and the swordsman had confidence to pierce the monk's clothes without hurting Lu Zhengkang's half of his hair.

Ding--

A crisp like a copper bell ringing in front of the corridor, hovering among the bamboo forests under the moon.

The invincible long sword was clamped by a clean, immature tiger's mouth, and its owner, the proud swordsman, stood one foot in the air, and the whole body's spirit and spirit were supported on the small sword point. , And now a smiling novice is imprisoned, unable to move.

"It's far from enough, bad boy."

Chapter One Hundred and Sixth Chapter Huaguang, God Sword

The moonlight is so cold.

Lu Zhengkang put the ink cloud on the ground little by little, then let go of the tiger's mouth.

The swordsman stumbled backwards a few steps, cold sweat poured out from the front and back of his forehead, wet his robe, but he didn't notice it, his mind was still immersed in that moment.

If his swordsmanship is Qianlong out of the water from the East China Sea Guixu, then Lu Zhengkang's hand is a long wind and flowing cloud that has covered nine days.

The flying dragon is hidden in the clouds and mist, and is finally bound by it.

The deep sword aura rushed out, without any force, not even half of the opponent's hair was scratched.

Mo Yun probably knew that this was because Lu Zhengkang's body guard was too thick and solid, and the strength of this sword was completely offset.

But when did his palm appear in front of his shoulder?

The swordsman reminisced a little bit of the scene just now.

The tip of the sword was against the coat, and the long and weft threads on the fabric were poked into a small round pit, which was about to be cut by the edge.

Then, the palm of the hand arrived.

When did you lift it up?

When the sword is out?Or when the tip of the sword is displayed?

If the speed of raising his hand was really so fast, it would be impossible without the slightest sound of wind.

Do you always put your hands on your shoulders?This is just to wait and see?

The memory was surging, and a neglected scene gradually emerged in his mind.

That was, Lu Zhengkang was raising his hand-indeed very fast, but not to the point of being instantaneous.

At that time, the sword was still some distance away from him, and the angle of view was very clear.

But why would I ignore this picture?

Think hard.

Lu Zhengkang smiled and took the initiative to explain.

"Do you know what you lack?"

"What is missing?"

"What's missing is a lively mind. Your sword is just like yours. Although it is a gathering of energy and spirit, like a golden bean, it is too independent and straightforward. It patronizes my inner feelings and ignores external changes."