Thunderbolt Single Sword God

At noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the town was bustling with people coming and going.

"Dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the ground, hot donkey meat buns."

"Hey, young man, would you like some steamed stuffed buns? It doesn't cost money if it's not good."

The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop saw a handsome young man passing by. At this time, he looked around and looked in a good mood, and hurriedly greeted him.

I also saw him carrying the Red Cloud Golden Crown sword bag, and he looked like a man from the Martial Forest.

"Oh? Boss, how do you sell your buns?"

Mo Yunhao inquired about the price with great interest. At this time, returning to the Central Plains, it seemed like a lifetime away, and everything he saw was quite novel.

"Three pennies a piece, how much do young heroes want?"

"Here for me... Uh, I'm sorry, boss, I forgot to bring money."

Mo Yunhao raised his hand to touch the money, but his hand stopped in the air, and his expression was a little embarrassed for a moment.

Suddenly he found that he had no money at all, and hadn't touched money for more than six hundred years.

At this time, I have a deep understanding of what is called.

A penny beats a hero.

What's more, he is the single-edged sword master.

"Boss, I will pay for this young man's money!"

Um?

Mo Yunhao was surprised to hear the reputation, and the speaker was a middle-aged man with a fierce face and loose white hair.

At the moment, Da Ma Jindao is sitting in the tea shed next door drinking tea.

"That's not necessary, thank you brother, I was just on a whim."

Mo Yunhao nodded with a smile.

It's true that people can't be judged by their appearance, you can't judge a person by their appearance, this man's act just now is a chivalrous man.

"Young man, I think you are very handsome. You must have forgotten to bring money. It's a trivial matter, so you're welcome."

Huo Feixiong was drinking tea in the tea shed and waiting for his old friend, when he happened to see the awkward scene of the young man in front of the steamed stuffed bun shop next door.

He himself is kind and compassionate, so he calls out Rivers and Lakes for help.

"No need, I haven't asked your name yet."

Mo Yunhao saw that this person was at the top of Cultivation Base, so he was probably not an unknown person, so he asked casually.

"Oh, I'm Huo Feixiong, little brother, don't stand still, please come to the teahouse to talk."

Huo Feixiong sees that Mo Yunhao has an extraordinary demeanor, but if he has a Cultivation Base, it seems that he is not even from Innate.

He sighed in his heart that he was another young hero who didn't know the dangers of Rivers and Lakes and loved to dream of being a hero.

to this day.

Martial Forest Rivers and Lakes Youdu demons reappeared, dangerous and extremely dangerous.

He wanted to invite him to kindly mention a few words, lest another one die in vain.

Huo Feixiong?

Mo Yunhao was a little surprised, but he was very interested in hearing the name, so he agreed to his invitation.

Slowly walked to Huo Feixiong and sat down, knowingly asked.

"Could it be that Your Excellency is the Emperor of Swords?"

"Oh? Has the young man heard of my reputation? Haha, boss, have another pot of the best tea!"

Huo Feixiong was very happy when he heard that Mo Yunhao recognized him. Rivers and Lakes is generally well-known, and he laughed boldly.

"Here it comes, you two please use it slowly."

The owner of the tea shed trotted forward, put a pot of brewed tea on the table and hurried away.

These Rivers and Lakes people don't dare to neglect, they can't afford to provoke them.

"It turns out that he is really Hero Huo, I have admired him for a long time."

Mo Yunhao said politely, thinking to himself, he didn't expect to meet Huo Feixiong, the king of swords just after returning to the border of the Central Plains.

Huo Feixiong, the famous bladesman of the Martial Forest in the Central Plains, is kind and righteous by nature.

"Young man, don't blame me for talking too much. The Martial Forest is in crisis and demons are raging. It's not a good time to go out and experience."

Huo Feixiong had a good impression of this polite young man who recognized him, his sense of justice burst into his heart, and he kindly advised him.

"Uh...thank you, Huo Daxia."

Why does Mo Yunhao sound weird? After thinking about it carefully, good guy, this is treating me as a chick who wants to go to the Martial Forest, which is a bit embarrassing.

Um?

someone is coming.

Mo Yunhao suddenly sensed that someone was coming this way, moving at Qinggong speed.

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip, he remained calm, he already had a good idea of ​​the identity of the visitor, and he had already guessed who it was.

as predicted.

It was like a gust of wind passing by, and it seemed to appear out of thin air.

Side view of a square wooden tea table.

The knight in black, wearing a black hat and carrying a sword, was already sitting on the stool.

"Jian is not a knife, you are late."

"Sorry, Knife Emperor, I kept you waiting, who is this?"

Jian Feidao looked at Mo Yunhao curiously, and asked Huo Feixiong, the king of swords.

"Oh, by the way, young man, I haven't asked for my name yet."

"It's Murphy Snow."

With an imperceptible smirk on Mo Yunhao's mouth, he answered knowingly, and deliberately gave a plausible name, which surprised both of them.

"Mo Feixue? A sword is not a sword? Young man, you are wrong. I think you did it on purpose. How can there be such a coincidence?"

Huo Feixiong, the king of swords, was slightly dissatisfied. Young people nowadays, why are they so ignorant? Is a sword not a sword?

"Knife Emperor, you have misjudged this. I don't think you are a young hero. Who are you?"

Jian Feidao's face changed suddenly, and he stood up in an instant to be on guard. The Emperor of Swords couldn't see it, but when he looked at this person, it seemed that his Cultivation Base was weak.

However, as he sat there, his aura would occasionally leak, which made him feel extremely dangerous.

It seems that the face is a divine sword that hides its peerless edge.

"What?! Who are you?"

Huo Feixiong, the king of swords, stood up abruptly, staring at Mo Yunhao in shock and alertness, Jianfeidao would not lie to him.

"Hey? That's boring. The two of you are destined for me. I'll give you the sword and sword. I wish you good luck, ha..."

In the shocked eyes of the sword king Huo Feixiong, a beam of light was caught by Jian Feidao's probing hand.

And the handsome man who called himself Mo Feixue was like a dream, like an illusion, he had disappeared long ago, only his voice could not be seen...

"This? A sword is not a sword. When did he leave?"

"I didn't notice it, Mo Feixue?"

"Ah! Even you... oh, what did that person give you?"

Jian Feidao also spread out his palm curiously, it was a simple and simple ring.

"Ring? The origin of this person is unknown, why don't you throw it away?"

"This person has no malice towards us, let's keep it, we will see for ourselves in the future."

Jian Feidao's eyes were deep and he had some considerations in his heart, and he was quite restless at this moment, and he was shocked.

Today's Martial Forest surpasses Martial Forest with his strength, how can there be someone who even he can't see clearly...

a long distance away.

Mo Yunhao, who was walking in the forest, was in a good mood.

An interesting encounter...

The reason why he was not in a hurry to return to Mohua Peak was to relax and travel back slowly.

"Jian Feidao is as careful as dust, it's interesting."

After Mo Yunhao's Ice and Fire Bipolar Sword has completed his body, his whole body is like a sword with sharp edges, and his aura is too sharp.

Dahai has been cultivating for more than a year, and now he still can't completely hide his sharp aura, which occasionally escapes, so he was noticed by Jian Feidao just now.

a month later.

plight.

Ink painting peak.

today.

With a flash of red and blue rainbow lights, Mo Yunhao carried the red cloud golden crown sword bag, and stood on the bank of the Lushui River with his hands behind his back, returning to his hometown.

The mood is also very good for a while.

Looking at the carefree fish in the crystal-clear river, with a smile on his handsome face, he was waiting for everyone.

"Ink Dage!"

There was an excited cry from behind, and when Mo Yunhao turned around, he embraced the soft fragrance, and Ying Hongxue was already hugging him tightly around his waist.

"Mo Dage, I miss you so much."

Mo Yunhao's head was blank, and he was a little overwhelmed for a moment, but he quickly stretched out and hugged the beauty tightly.

"Xue'er, me too."

Mo Yunhao froze for only a moment, because everything was too sudden, and then separated for more than six hundred years...

His heart is also like his sword, going forward indomitably, he will not lie to himself, he actually misses it very much.

The person Ying Hongxue thinks about day and night, after more than six hundred years of torment and waiting, finally sees her today, she is no longer desperate to suppress her own emotions.

At this moment her heart is so firm, her love is so desperate.

Looking up at the handsome face as before, I heard Mo Yunhao calling her Cher affectionately.

Tears glistened in the eyes full of joy, misty.

"Ahem, it seems that I came at the wrong time."

Yu Linling was also very excited when she saw Mo Yunhao, but she saw that Ying Hongxue didn't do what they said at all.

You look like a hungry tiger pouncing on food, it seems that Mo Dage was scared just now...

At this time, I was a little helpless and speechless in my heart.

What about the modesty we talked about?

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