Thunderbolt Single Sword God

The white clouds are ethereal, the sea of ​​clouds floats, and in the clear sky thousands of miles away, Fumoya remains majestic.

Mo Yunhao stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were deep, his clothes were blown by the wind, he watched the misty sea of ​​clouds, and his sword fixed the Central Plains.

Keeping a low profile is no longer applicable to Mo Yunhao, for the long-term comfort of the Taishang Mansion.

He has decided to use his name to ask Heavenly Dao to convene the Heavenly Front Conference in adversity to challenge the world single-handedly.

A sword against all heroes!

Because Mo Yunhao understands that as long as others know that they are afraid, Tuan will not dare to provoke the Taishangfu easily.

"Father."

Mo Li's voice came from behind, Mo Yunhao turned and looked at his son with a smile on his face.

"Li'er, have you come to practice?"

"Um."

Mo Li nodded respectfully, he would come to Fumoya every day to practice kung fu and practice swords and knives for several hours.

"Do you know why my father asked you to watch the battle three days ago? I think you should have thought about it in the past three days, let's talk about it.

Mo Yunhao wanted to know whether Mo Li had realized the true meaning of this move to let him watch the battle.

"The adoptive father wants the child to understand that the cruelty of the Martial Forest is based on strength."

Mo Li has been fascinated by it since he was a child, combined with Mo Yunhao's arrangement for him to watch the battle, he said in thinking.

"It's good that you understand, the real Wu "Zero Three Three" Lin Yuan is more cruel than what you see, the reason why my father is extremely strict with you is that I hope you can have the experience of protecting yourself in the Martial Forest in the future .”

Mo Yunhao nodded slightly and said slowly, feeling quite relieved in his heart, it was enough for his son to understand this truth.

"Father, the child will work hard to cultivate, and will not disappoint the father, hoping to become a strong man like you!"

Mo Li saw the legendary battle in the sword world, and his vision was broadened.

At this moment, his eyes are firm, and he has the momentum of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers, and his words are sonorous and powerful.

"Ha, Li'er, if you think of your father as your goal, then you should work harder to cultivate, because your father will look forward to your growth.

Mo Yunhao smiled happily, and patted Mo Lizhi on the shoulder to encourage him. With such ambition, he will work harder to climb the peak.

Even if you can't reach the peak, you will be farther than others can see......

at the same time.

To the north of Taishang Mansion, on the rocky wasteland hundreds of miles away.

"My friend, are you alright?"

Yi Qiunian looked worried, although the Moliu Sword had transformed into the Scar of the Wind, his friend's personality was much gentler, and he had already accepted this established fact in his heart.

Although most of Nirvana's body injuries have healed, the Wind Scar is still weak.

"Thank you for your concern, my friend. I'm fine. I can hold the sword again after a few days of cultivation, but it's a pity that this sword has been destroyed by the sword owner.

Fengzhihen sighed slightly, holding a sharp sword in his palm and looking at it, the sword body is full of cracks, the name of this sword is also Moliujian.

Mo Yunhao was mentioned in Feng Zhihen's words, his expression was quite calm and he had no resentment in his heart, but he was a little grateful in his heart for fulfilling his sword way.

"Brother Yi, Brother Feng, what's your plan? I'm going back to the Taishang Mansion."

After Jian Feidao and Yi Qiunian got acquainted, they hit it off right away, and they began to call each other brothers.

After Feng Zhihen broke out of the cocoon and left the customs, the three of them had chatted here for several hours.

"My friend, Brother Jian, I want to go to the Taishang Mansion to pay homage to the Sword Master, so it's better than before."

A white light flashed in Feng Zhihen's palm, he put away the Moliu sword, decided to recast the sword in the future, and expressed his thoughts.

"Huh? Friends?"

Yi Qiunian's face was shocked, he felt shadowed in the face of Mo Yunhao, and he didn't know why his friend had to go.

"Brother Yi, Brother Feng, since my senior brother called you two to attend the Tianfeng Conference, we will meet sooner or later, why don't you come back with me."

Jian Feidao nodded, the matter of Jian Jue was over, he didn't think his senior would make things difficult for Feng Hen again.

"Oh, that's fine, let's throw it together.

Yi Qiunian's good friend Feng Zhihen decided to go, just as Jian Feidao said, we will meet again sooner or later, so I had to agree to go together.

Then the three of them turned into a rainbow and disappeared in a flash, together in the wasteland of rocks.

Wan Sakai.

The sea of ​​clouds flows, and the rhyme of Taoism curls up.

Too Immortal House is floating in the air.

In the Great Hall.

Mo Yunhao sat in the first place, and at this moment he closed his eyes intently, holding an emerald bead in his palm, floating and rotating, and its brilliance flowed.

The emerald bead left to Mo Yunhao by the Taoist Emperor was transformed from a strand of his Divine Sense, and was named "Daowu Bead" by Mo Yunhao

Among them are not only Dao Huang's own understanding of Martial Dao, but also many Dao Huang Secret Techniques.

Heavenly Palm of the Emperor, Seven Fronts of the Emperor, Seven Fronts of the Heaven, Seven Fronts of the Dao, Thunder of the Dao, Heaven and Earth return together.

Intangible and nameless · the ancestor of all things · the holy biography of Xuan Dao · the beginning of heaven and earth with light and dust.

Do nothing, no struggle, the foundation of all realms, the holy biography of Xuan Dao, the sun and the moon change with the yin and the yang.

Unrestricted and unquestionable, the source of all kinds, the holy biography of Xuan Dao, returning to the original and returning to the true.

"Oh? Three moments of surprise?"

Mo Yunhao's eyes were tightly closed, he was a little surprised, and the Taoist Emperor wanted to ask Naihe's Secret Technique.

After expressing his attitude, Mo Yunhao ignored it and put it aside.

So I started to Insight, learn from, Dao Emperor's understanding of Martial Dao......

Um?

Suddenly!

Mo Yunhao opened his eyes, a white light flashed in his palm, put away the emerald Dao Martial Beads, got up and walked out of the Taishang Great Hall.

"Fei Dao, you are back, Yi Qiu Nian, Mo Liu Jian?"

Mo Yunhao was quite surprised when he saw Jian Feidao who had just returned from the cliff. Isn't this the trace of the wind?

"Sword Master, thank you for your perfection. My name is now Fengzhihen."

Feng Zhihen bowed slightly, his expression quite solemn.

"That's not necessary, you have already achieved something, why don't you show the magic flow sword and a while?"

Mo Yunhao knew that Wind Scar had another personality, so he asked rather vaguely.

"Sword Master, Moliujian is dead now..."

Yi Qiunian sighed in his heart, and answered Mo Yunhao's question for Fengzhihen.

"Huh? Impossible, I have my own measure, and I can't kill anyone."

Mo Yunhao frowned slightly, he never thought of killing Mo Liujian, he just laughed evilly for the two masters.

 …

Mo Yunhao always felt that something was wrong, at this moment, senior brother Jianfei Daoist could not help explaining as he was thinking about it.

"Brother, Mo Liujian is indeed dead, the details are as follows..."

"I see......"

Mo Yunhao was shocked when he heard his junior brother Jian Feidao's explanation.

Mo Liujian did not split his personality in order to create the "Wind Scar" Sword Technique, as Mo Yunhao imagined, but directly chose the soul to transform into a "new self".

Bipolar mysteries, although the surface seems to be bipolar opposites, such as Yin & Yang, Holy Demon, Ice and Fire...

In fact, the two poles turn each other, and finally Return to Self, a mixed body!

Is it because Moliujian borrowed inspiration from bipolar scrolls in his past practice?

"Wind Mark, have you cultivated the Bipolar Path now?

"Is that right? I actually don't know very well."

The trace of the wind is like a sword, and the black and white true essence of the fingertips are condensed and converging.

"puff!"

Why!

Feng Zhihen vomited vermilion from the mouth and jumped in fright.

"Friends!"

As if teleporting, Mo Yunhao came to Feng Zhihen's side and clasped his wrist.

"This is?"

In an instant, I understood why the Moliu sword was chosen in this way. The essence of Fengzhihen's "bipolar power" is a trick.

The essence is still the 'Magic Flow Sword' and 'Wind Scar', and now they are all controlled by Fengzhi, similar to reaching a state infinitely close to the unity of Hunyuan.

It can exert the power similar to bipolar power, but its human body is not bipolar, and it cannot be truly mixed and controlled as one likes.

Wind Scar was already weak, so he was backlashed by the conflict between his two forces and spit out blood.

"Wind Trace, Moliu Sword has come to such a situation because of the bipolar scroll I created, let me point out a clear way for you, go to Kunlun and a party, you can solve this predicament.

Mo Yunhao has vented his anger for the two masters, and he has long since lost his prejudice against Mo Liujian. Unexpectedly, he died and disappeared because of him, so he couldn't help but feel hard to understand.

The magic flow sword is considered a success, although it is not as powerful as the real bipolar explosion, but it should not be underestimated, 60% to 70% of the power is still there.

"Sword Master, thank you very much, friend, I'm fine."

Feng Zhihen nodded, it was his first time to use it slightly, and he was not proficient, and he also understood what Mo Yunhao meant.

Only by practicing Tai Chi and mastering and taming the two forces is the real great achievement!

"This is my token. Only by holding this token can you learn the core of Tai Chi."

The real sun ice in Mo Yunhao's palm condensed and instantly transformed into a black ice sword pendant, and threw it to Fengzhihen.

"So, thank you."

Feng Zhihen leaned slightly, wondering why the sword master had such a big difference in his attitude before and after the sword.

so generous

unexpectedly!

1.9 "Don't be in a hurry to thank me, recalling the autumn years, the trace of the wind, I want to establish a secret swordsmanship organization, dedicated to the study of Sword Technique, and look forward to the two of you joining.

There was an imperceptible smile on the corner of Mo Yunhao's mouth, and finally showed his fangs.

"Uh, cough, can the sword master explain clearly?"

Yi Qiunian had a changed attitude just now, and was quite grateful in his heart, but now he realized that he had another purpose, and couldn't help being choked.

"You just need to understand one thing. I will not force anyone to do things according to their wishes. Yiqiu Nian, I have calculated your death, and you can only resolve it by joining. You can think about it."

After Mo Yunhao finished speaking, he was about to leave. No one knew better than him that Yiqiu Nian would die in the Qiankun Mausoleum in the future, and he knew exactly how he died.

In the way of calculation, he is much better than anyone else, and the Taoist Emperor has to bow down!

"My death calamity?"

Yi Qiunian couldn't help but be silent while stroking his beard, and then he smiled freely. After all, people will die, and he faced it calmly for an instant, and then he didn't take it seriously.

"We both agreed, what is the name of the organization?"

Fengzhi basically didn't think much about it, because he deeply knew Mo Yunhao's strength and his identity, there was no need to lie to them, and he was convinced of it.

"Ask the seven peaks of the sky!".