Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

"You don't want to die?" Xiao Tian heard Mo Que's answer and stared at him: "Among the top ten evildoers, I don't know how many people thought of you dead, only the two on the second floor and the third floor shot. , even if you have ten lives, you still want to stay?"

Mo Que is naturally aware of this, but he has made up his mind.

Although his current strength is comparable to that of the top ten evildoers, if it is difficult for the top three to compete, how can he win the Star list from Ye Chenxue?

Qilin blood can make his bloodline transform again, so even if the front is dangerous, he must let go.

"Forget it, your kid thinks you have a long life, why am I stopping you?"

Seeing the determination in Mo Que's eyes, Xiao Tian cursed, took out a jade talisman from his body, and said, "If you are in danger, crush this talisman and I will know."

Mo Que didn't expect this unprofitable guy to have such a side, just a little moved, the guy continued: "Don't think about it, it's impossible for me to save you, at most you can ask Yao Lao for help. ."

Mo Que gave him a roll of eyes.

Now that he has made up his mind, Mo Que separates from the two and walks alone, looking for Linhu in the mountains alone.

The mountains here are not big or small. Linhu is now injured and hidden. It is not so easy to find it.

Mo Que was not in a hurry. As he moved forward, he moved the golden Sword Qi in his body, swam through the bones, and continued to refine his body with Sword Qi.

Holding the Broken Sword in his right hand, he recalled the Ninety-Nine Peaks Sword intent he had seen before, and the enemies he had seen along the way.

"In the beginning of kendo, you sharpen your swordsmanship. It is said that you can sharpen your sword every ten years, but although I have entered this way not long ago, I have experienced glory and fell to the bottom. Before swordsmanship, my mind has been sharpened."

"After this stage, I use qi to control the sword. I have no vitality to leave the body, and it is destined to be impossible. Until now, the sword body has just been formed, and it has entered the realm of the unity of man and sword."

"But this Realm also has its heights and lows. My sword and my sword are one. Only because the bones of my body have been tempered by Sword Qi, it can resonate with the sword in my hand. However, other people have no sword body, and they can also be combined with their swords. It can be seen that the combination is not The sword and the body go together, but the heart and the sword go together.”

Along the way, Mo Que has entered the world very fast. There are many geniuses who have cultivated since childhood. After more than ten years, they have reached the perfect Cultivation Base.

And since he stepped into the way of body refining, it has only been about three months, but he already has the strength to not weaken those top demons.

Even Mo Que felt that he had gone too fast, and after entering the ruins, the battle never stopped and never stopped.

Until this moment, he calmed down and meditated, but his heart seemed to realize something else.

All this is inseparable from his battles along the way, and the Sword intent on the Ninety-Nine Sword Peak.

It is hard to gain anything if you only fight without thinking, and if you only think without fighting, you are just talking on paper.

Accumulate experience in actual combat, learn from the strengths of others and self-denial, and then integrate your own insights and ideas, put them into actual combat, verify them, and repeat.

This combination of movement and stillness is the way to grow.

Holding the sword forward like this, Mo Que's heart was peaceful, and he kept waving his hand to interrupt the sword.

He didn't use his powerful divine power on purpose, but just swung his sword lightly on the rocks or trees from time to time along the way.

At the beginning, those stones slammed into many pieces, and the trees fell with the sword, unable to withstand the power of the heavy sword.

But as Mo Que went all the way, the stones that he crushed became more and more pieces, and the size of the pieces became smaller and smaller.

Afterwards, Mo Que struck out with a sword, and those stones were just silently turned into powder, not shards.

At the beginning, those giant trees collapsed suddenly, but later, when he pointed out with a sword, the giant trees remained motionless, and not even a leaf fell. After he walked away, the tree slowly collapsed, and the inside of the trunk was already shattered by his sword.

This is the true unity of man and sword, and the unity of sword and heart.

The direction of the heart, the direction of the sword!

It's been a few days in this way.

On this day, Mo Que stopped because a figure appeared in front of him.

One of the top ten evildoers who had appeared at the evildoer gathering, Meng Qingyang, the disciple of the Eighth Sword Building.

"Senior Brother Lu wants to see you." The man was holding a long sword, his face was expressionless, and his tone was not emotional.

"Lu Beiming?" Mo Que raised his brows. Among the top ten disciples, the only one with the surname Lu was the second-ranked evildoer.

He went with this person without fear, even if he really wanted to fight, he might not be invincible now.

There is a bottomless pool, and the bluestone beside the pool has been washed away by the current for many years, making it extremely smooth.

On the bluestone sat a young man, dressed in sackcloth and linen, holding a fishing rod in his hand, sitting by the pool to fish.

The second-ranked Sword Tower evildoer, who looked unattractive, sat on the bluestone and nodded his head from time to time, but he was dozing off with a few drops of crystal saliva hanging from his mouth.

This surprised Mo Que, the second evildoer of the Sword Tower was such a lazy-looking character.

"Senior Brother Lu, Mo Que is here." Meng Qingyang stepped forward helplessly and woke him up.

"Ah? The fish is hooked?"

The second evildoer in sackcloth was awakened from his sleep. He didn't care to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and hurriedly closed the rod, but only caught a few splashes.

"Hey, the fish ran away!" He was very annoyed, and threw the fishing rod away. Only then did he notice Mo Que by the pool, his face turned bright, and he said with a smile, "Junior Brother Mo is here?"

Mo Que frowned, only feeling that this person made him unable to see through, for a moment he did not know the intention of the other party, and was silent.

"Junior Brother Mo, wait, I caught a fish in a while, please drink the fish soup. There is a kind of white scale fish in this lake, which is a delicacy in the world!" Lu Beiming said, adding some bait to the hook, Throw the rod again.

It seemed that he was quite enthusiastic about Mo Que, but Mo Que frowned and said, "You came to me, what's the matter?"

Lu Beiming looked back at Mo Que, scratched his head, and sighed: "Well, it stands to reason that I should have killed you. My Master sent me a message and asked me to find an opportunity to kill you."

He is so frank, is he confident enough about his own strength, or does he not put Mo Que in his eyes?

"However, I'm a lazy person and don't like to fight and kill. Besides, I don't have any grudge against you, Junior Brother Mo, so I brought you here this time, just to make it clear."

When speaking, the man was holding a fishing rod in one hand and his cheeks in the other, and he looked sad and seemed to have endless troubles.

Mo Que remained silent, but he didn't quite believe it in his heart.

In order to pave the way for this person, the second master did not hesitate to use the life of his younger disciple Sikong Duanchen to frame Mo Que. Before Mo Que forced his way into various sword peaks, the second sword building also had disciple Shi Jingyu, who went to block the road.

The feud between Mo Que and the Second Sword Tower has long been deeply entrenched. Since Lu Beiming is a disciple of the Second Master Tower, he will have no hostility towards him?

"I'll tell you the truth." Lu Beiming saw Mo Que's expression, knowing that he didn't believe it, and sighed, "I'm used to being lazy, and I don't even want to compete for the list."