Thunderbolt Single Sword God

The long sea of ​​clouds floats and sinks.

The sky is clear.

The pines and cypresses stand proudly against the wind, and the Kunlun leans towards the early sun.

Suddenly.

A flash of light flashed across the sky, and red and blue mysterious lights flashed across the clouds.

Dressed in a red and blue photo-printed outfit, Mo Yunhao is carrying a divine single front on his back, with pure white gauze ribbons fluttering in the wind.

He and Wu Chi didn't know each other, they hit it off, and discussed martial arts all night by the bonfire last night.

At dawn, the two said goodbye and left, and they just returned at this time.

As if a phantom flashed, the person had landed in Kunlun's Enlightenment Field.

"Why is there no one in the enlightenment field today?"

Mo Yunhao had doubts in his heart, so he walked forward in a leisurely manner, and arrived at Tai Chi Great Hall in a short while.

Um?

There was a letter signed to him on the table.

Mo Yunhao took it apart and took a look.

It roughly means that Kunlun has something to do, and he went to visit Pingshan, and it will take a while to return. Yinghongxue is already at Closed Door Training......

"Pingshan? Practicing Emei..."

While Mo Yunhao thought about it, the letter turned into ashes. Since Yinghongxue is currently in the Closed Door Training, it will take some time for her to leave the customs.

He decided to stay in Kunlun and cultivate the newly acquired Secret Technique of Yunhai Xianmen.

Blood element creates life.

This method is to take the blood of the destiny, absorb the essence of the heavens and the earth, and combine with the god of the fairyland of the sea of ​​clouds to create a miracle.

This method involves an extremely profound level of spirit and soul, and for Mo Yunhao, it belongs to the category of long-term research, and it is not a high-level physical skill that he can learn in a short time.

The wind sends a shadow.

It is the martial arts that Mo Yunhao attaches great importance to, the focus of cultivation, and the secret technique of life preservation.

This martial art can be called the fastest in the world, and it can leave a phantom of true essence in place, which is as vivid as a real person.

It is difficult to tell the truth from the false, but the caster's real body has already escaped and disappeared without a trace.

In Mo Yunhao's memory, Yu Xiaoyao, the Heavenly Miracle God of Yunhai Xianmen, once used this trick to escape the blow of the God of the Kingdom of Death, which shows that he is extremely unfavorable.

Not only does he have to learn how to cast shadows in the wind, but he also has to integrate with Qinggong's "Treading the Snow God's Trace".

Create an unprecedented peerless Qinggong Movement Technique.

Time flies like a white horse.

Passed away in eight years.

In Kunlun's Taiji Enlightenment Dojo, the sea of ​​clouds flows.

Mo Yunhao and No. Kunlun were sitting on the futon and communicating.

"Yun Hao, wait for Hongxue to leave the customs, hurry up and let the old man go down the mountain, my old arms and legs can't stand it any longer.

Kunlun stroked his snow-white beard and joked while smiling.

"Ha, Uncle, thank you for accompanying me in the past few years as a sparring partner, sorting out what you have learned, and gaining a deeper understanding of martial arts."

The relationship between Mo Yunhao and Kunlun is now both a teacher and a friend, and they often exchange ideas and exchanges. Over the years, their strength has also steadily improved, becoming more restrained and unfathomable.

"Yunhao, it seems that my wish will come true soon, haha."

No. Kunlun noticed that Ying Hongxue was just leaving the customs at this time, stroked his beard and laughed quite complacently.

"Well, Xue'er has already left the customs, so congratulate the uncle in advance, I will bring her to visit the uncle right away."

As soon as Yinghongxue left the customs, both Mo Yunhao and Kunlun knew about it.

"Shen Zong Jiying! Good you bastard, I thought how could you calmly chat with the old Taoist me, but it turned out that I couldn't wait to run away."

It's just that Kunlun called Mo Yunhao like a fool, which didn't seem so abrupt.

Explaining the mystery in one word, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry in my heart.

Also admiring the mysteriousness of this peerless Movement Technique, he couldn't tell the real Mo Yunhao in front of him for a while.

"Ahem, uncle, don't blame me."

Words fall.

Chi Chi, Chi Chi.

At this time, Mo Yunhao, who was sitting on the futon opposite Kunlun, dissipated slowly with the wind like a dream bubble.

It turned out to be one——True Essence Jiying!

God's trace!

This martial art is a new Cultivation Technique that Mo Yunhao fused with "Treading Snow God's Trace" after he completed the practice of "Tianfeng Jiying".

It is a Qinggong Movement Technique that is astonishing in the past and the present.

In an instant.

A red and blue mysterious light flashed.

Mo Yunhao's true self joined hands with Ying Hongxue who had already left the customs, and the two appeared together on the Enlightenment Platform.

"Hongxue, thank you uncle for your guidance."

Ying Hongxue leaned over and bowed slightly to express her thanks, precisely because of Kunlun's advice.

Ying Hongxue has a new and profound understanding of the fusion of guns and swords, which is why she has this Closed Door Training.

No. Kunlun, as the only Great Master of Tai Chi Heart Flow, naturally has a deeper understanding of Tai Chi than Mo Yunhao.

Mo Yunhao mainly focuses on ice and fire dual poles, and his style focuses on attack. Tai Chi is only his support after all.

"Hongxue, you don't need to be so courteous, it's because of your extraordinary understanding, you two sit down.

No. Kunlun waved his hand with a smile, as the so-called master leads the door, the practice lies in the individual, the talent is too dull to understand, and it is useless to talk too much.

"Master, I'm afraid Xue'er and I will really go down the mountain in a few days."

Mo Yunhao thought for a while and said that he had to rush down the mountain before Wanzheng established the Dao Town in time for the two masters of the Heavenly Extremes and Earthly Limits.

In order to prevent the two masters from the limit of heaven and earth from consuming too much energy.

With his current strength, coupled with his cultivation, he has the method of recovering the veins of Shenzhou."

It is not easy to assist the two masters to establish the Taoist Demon Cliff in Wanzheng.

"Oh? Yun Hao, why did you bid farewell so suddenly? Could there be something else?"

No. Kunlun stroked his beard in doubt and asked, he regarded Mo Yunhao as his personal disciple and loved him very much, it was just a joke before, presumably there must be some reason for it.

"Yeah, there are really important things to deal with." Mo Yunhao nodded and admitted.

"Ha, old man, I'm confused. Your personality is different from those of us hermits. When are you two going to go down the mountain?"

No. Kunlun laughed and teased himself, as he said, Mo Yunhao now travels across the world and uses martial arts to understand his own way, and hermit practice is no longer suitable for him.

"Uncle No. 1, we are going down the mountain tomorrow, and I will take away the big trouble of Mo Dage for you, so that he will always come to you to discuss with him when he has nothing to do, and disturb your old man to clean up, heh.

Ying Hongxue looked at Mo Yunhao with a smile and made fun of it, which immediately made Kunlun laugh heartily.

"Haha, what Hongxue said is wonderful, hurry up and take this trouble down the mountain for the uncle, so that he won't come to the old master to fight with me every few days, I've already bothered him, haha.

After Ying Hongxue listened, she glanced at Mo Yunhao who had a helpless expression on her face [chuckles dryly.

"Hongxue will definitely live up to his master's entrustment, and tomorrow he will definitely take away Mo Dage, a big trouble."

"I, cough..."

Mo Yunhao looked at Ying Hongxue who sang with Kunlun and buried him, and was quite speechless for a moment. Didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

the next day.

Before leaving, Ying Hongxue and Mo Yunhao saluted and bid farewell to Kunlun, and the two left Kunlun hand in hand.

Before Mo Yunhao left, he also left "Shen Zong Ji Ying" in Kunlun.

Just in case, if he couldn't make it to the rescue.

I hope it can resolve the bad luck that Kunlun and his future personal apprentice Zigong Taiyi may face in the future...

Rivers and Lakes come again.

Mo Yunhao has always been secretly in touch with the gun tower, and the spies of the gun tower are all over Martial Forest. As for the trend of Martial Forest, he has chosen to practice in Kunlun.

Wan Zhengdao suppresses the Demon Cliff, and if there is no accident, he will be born soon...

The peak is soaring to the clouds, the clear stream flows, and the bottom is clear. The stone wall on the other side is colorful, and a green forest and green bamboo are in sight.

The shade of green willows by the river dances with the wind, a paradise in four seasons.

The ink painting peak has jagged cliffs, the top of the peak has a panoramic view of the mountains and rivers, the sun reflects on the towers, and the dusty illusion hides the other garden.

Red and blue rainbow lights flashed.

A man and a woman joined hands to show the trace, and it was Mo Yunhao and Ying Hongxue who had returned from Kunlun.

"Mo Dage, everything is as usual at home. The bamboo forest we planted together is so big. You sit down first, and I'll make tea."

Ying Hongxue first checked the formation with Divine Sense, and then wanted to enter the ink painting garden, but was pulled back by Mo Yunhao.

"Xue'er, let me do it, you just finished your Closed Door Training, please sit here obediently."

Mo Yunhao took Ying Hongxue in his arms and walked to the stone table by the river, and let him sit down by pressing his shoulders.

"OK then.

Yinghongxue was very sweet in her heart when she admired the scenery by the river, and Mo Dage was as careful and considerate to her as always.

The two hadn't seen each other for many years, and at this time, the love was lingering, and it was the time of tenderness.

Mo Yunhao didn't go to the Wankai territory immediately, Youdu has not been sealed yet, and he doesn't plan to get involved, he knows all the information like the back of his hand.

Three months passed slowly.

this day.

Mo Yunhao is instructing Ying Hongxue to practice "Shen Zong Ji Ying" Ying Hongxue has the foundation of "Treading Snow God Trace", and practice these days to get started.

suddenly.

A stream of light flashed.

Landing on the jade case with jade qin calligraphy and painting, it is a red letter sent by the method of flying letters.

"Mo Dage, it's a flying letter from the two palace lords."

Ying Hongxue picked up the red letter and opened it for a look.

"Oh, what did the letter say?"

"Mo Dage, the details are as follows..."

"Youdu has been sealed, Jianfeidao came back from the dead, is it the kiss of a woman?"

Mo Yunhao stopped by the river, looked at the gurgling river and meditated for a long time, sorting out his thoughts.

There are words in the letter.

The two masters listened to Mo Yunhao's advice.

In recent years, apart from presiding over meetings such as Wanzheng Lunheng from time to time, the two Taishangfufu venerables have been in meditation at other times, and rarely participated in Wanzheng's fellow practitioners.

A few days ago.

Fellow practitioner Wan Zheng planned to kill Martial Forest's hero Jian Fei Dao, and the two masters knew about it too late, and they admired Jian Fei Dao more when they presided over Wan Zheng Lunheng.

When fellow practitioners from Wanzheng wanted to burn Jian Feidao's body.

The two came forward to save his body, hoping that it could be buried in peace, and the person who didn't want to be rescued is now resurrected from the dead...

It will be very troublesome if the practitioners of Wanzheng know that Jianfeidao is not dead.

For a while, the two were undecided, and wanted Yun Hao to discuss it before making a decision.