Green Plum Fairy Road

After Wuyou left with Mo Qing and Mo Liu, there was only Mo He left in the entire Mochizuki Mountain. He was carrying out his cultivation life in an orderly manner, and 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 requires some time to accumulate. It is a good thing to improve your cultivation quickly, but if you step on the ground step by step and step 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 the two green plum trees, Mo He held two tea cups in his hands. At the moment of his thoughts, 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 were on opposite sides of each other 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 has 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 with him, Mo He should have some gains.

However, this kind of harvest is just icing on the cake for Mo He. First of all, Mo He has a lot of combat experience. Secondly, Mo He practices quietly every day, and his strength is steadily growing. 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, and his breath remained undisturbed, but his whole person suddenly felt very 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 stepped into the divine way.

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

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

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

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 didn't 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, 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 sudden flash of lightning in the clear sky, the sword light flashed, and within a kilometer of his body, all attacks were swept clean. , Even the ground has been cut flat.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Han Feng's mouth. With a wave of the long sword in his hand, the light of the sword turned into a white rainbow and it pierced straight toward 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 Sun 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, he moved forward slightly, and 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, 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 kind of 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 found 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. The auras of the two were 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 vigorous, many people also noticed the movement of the two. Some of them are unavoidable, some of them are bold and bold, ready to run closer to get together. join in the fun.

When the Daoist Yuan Ji 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 down like a steady stream of raindrops, colliding with the water dragon.

However, the sword shadows passed through, but failed to break up 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 from the blade to the surroundings, everything around it seemed to slow down, as if even time had been affected.

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

"Taiyi Sword Sect-"Taiyi Sword Sword Art"!"

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

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

Under the shining sword light, all the defenses in his body seemed to be non-existent, as if to expose his Dao Heart 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 is very strong, but Mo He forcibly suppressed this feeling. 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 head-on collision with Mo He's Dao Heart, that kind of true and sincere feeling, as if to force Mo He's Dao Heart. Torn.

"Ding!"

A crisp impact sounded, and 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 "Taiyi Zhan Dao Sword Art", Mo He relied on himself, not to evade, and did not use the power of the innate spirit treasure at all, so that his Dao Xin was truly faced with a test.

Although the process was slightly dangerous, after this sword, Mo He felt that his Dao Heart seemed to be firmer, his thoughts were more accessible and purer.

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 Wen Dao. It was the weakest and strongest sword in the "Taiyi Slashing Dao Sword Art". The next sword is called Common People. Please taste it!" Han Feng said while talking. , 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. On the contrary, it is like a confession. The people in this world are confiding their own rules of survival.

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