Chapter 105: Break the old and establish the new

Watching Mo Qi go away, the dove-faced man looked at Mo Yu nervously.

Mo Yu raised his lips and smiled softly, and casually opened the opponent's acupuncture points, and found that his bare hands had no weapons, and the long knife had just been given to Mo Qi.

Considering that he would use all his strength in the next sword strike, he did not beg Mo for a knife and asked him to pick one up from where they had fought previously.

The weapon was of course the original one, and the dove-faced man also knew it, and rushed towards the venue with an embarrassed look on his face.

Mo Yu followed behind, while Mo Qi stared at the periphery. The dove-faced man could not think of running away, so he came to the battlefield honestly, picked up left and right, and finally chose a ring-backed broadsword.

The long sword moved horizontally, and the ring on his back made a clanging sound. The dove-faced man lowered his waist and stood up, his energy whizzing towards the big sword in his hand.

As expected, the veins in the hand holding the knife popped out, and the ground was surrounded by light air currents. Sand and rocks were flying, and he shouted to Mo Yu with a crazy expression: "Come on!"

Such a life-threatening aura shocked Mo Qi next to him. If this person was at the beginning of the third heaven before, now his potential has reached the third realm!

Nervously, he looked towards his eldest brother and found that Mo Yu just smiled lightly at this, raised his long sword vertically, brushed the blade of the sword from bottom to top with the fingers of his left hand, closed his eyes and murmured.

"Although I don't know your name, please strike a blow with me!"

Sword control is based on the sword. The person holding the sword needs to calmly sense the intention of holding the sword, integrate the whole body and mind, and resonate.

After a moment, the long sword in his hand trembled slightly and let out a sword chant, and a fierce aura radiated from Mo Yu's body. His face was expressionless, making both the dove-faced man and Mo Qi feel cold in their hearts.

Suddenly he opened his eyes and looked at the dove-faced man. The Overlapping Waves came out in a surging force. One after another energy gathered towards the sword body. Soft energy and hard force. At this moment, only one sentence came to mind.

"The ultimate in softness is the beginning of hardness. The ultimate in hardness is born from softness..."

"Buzz~"

The sword chanted in waves. The dove-faced man was horrified and looked towards the long sword in Mo Yu's hand. The sunlight was sparkling, and waves of water rippled out from the sword in a daze. It was so dazzling that he did not dare to look directly.

"I am coming!"

Mo Yu gave a soft shout, and moved lightly with the soles of his feet. He rushed towards the dove-faced man as fast as an arrow from the string. In just two breaths, the long sword suddenly struck the long knife.

"Ah!~" The dove-faced man's beard and hair were all spread out, his face was red and his ears were red, and he raised his head to block the knife. The tiger's mouth was numb and numb at the mere touch of it.

The two of them wrestled, and the ground whipped up a ring of wind and whimpered. Compared to the dove-faced man's strenuous resistance, Mo Yu was relatively calm, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

This is no longer a simple confrontation of life and death, but also a confrontation of each other's thoughts! The dove-faced man is bent on survival, and Mo Yu's swordsmanship never flinches.

After a short stalemate, the dove-faced man's mouth began to bleed, and he couldn't help but step back.

Mo Yu stared at the opponent's eyes with an indifferent expression, and the forty-eight movements of the Duel were passed by like a shadow in his heart.

Finally, like a thunder on the ground that exploded in my mind, the forty-eight moves disappeared without a trace, and a brand new move slowly emerged, and two words came out spontaneously.

"The waves rise~"

"Crack!"

At the same time as Mo Yu murmured, the long sword broke at the canthus of the dove-faced man's eyes. In just a moment, the two passed by each other, and Mo Yu sheathed his sword and stood up.

"Plop," the dove-faced man behind him hit the ground heavily, with a dark red sword mark on his neck, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and he was no longer alive.

"Brother."

Mo Qi came from a distance and looked at the sword in Mo Yu's hand with a shocked expression. At this moment, he realized that Youqi is terrifying, but the elder brother who controls Youqi is even more terrifying!

Mo Yu took the sword box on his back, stuck the long sword in his hand vertically on the ground, turned around and walked forward: "Let's go, we still have a long way to go, and as expected, there will be other obstacles behind us."

God Mo Qilin caught up and frowned: "These people are really haunted. They are the ones who asked us to go to the appointment, and they are also the ones who set up an ambush to stop us."

Mo Yu raised his hands to cover his eyes and looked into the distance. He had already climbed the first mountain, and there were four more to climb.

The two of them walked down the mountain col and walked straight into the field. Mo Yu took this opportunity to reply to Mo Qi's previous words: "The other party hopes that we will come as promised, but does not want us to take care of ourselves. A cat is not as good as a tiger, but it still needs to have its claws removed.

Only then can it be completely harmless.”

Mo Qi soon understood what his elder brother meant, and he became angry and cheered up, preparing for the danger he would face next.

The five mountains are not continuously connected. There are some ancient forests and plains in between. According to the distance of two people, it can take half a day to climb a mountain and half a day to cross a forest.

At dusk, the two of them came to the foot of the second mountain, gathered dry grass and firewood from all around to make a fire, and picked some wild fruits in the forest to increase their food.

After dinner, Mo Qi went to the forest to practice knife skills while it was still dark. He split, teased, swung, swept, and chopped. He didn't ask for any tricks, just to avoid the enemy.

Mo Yu sat cross-legged next to the fire, closing his eyes and thinking about what he had realized today.

There are six realms of swordsmanship. As a swordsman enters the realm of sword control, people and swords will blend and respond, and the understanding of sword moves will be more thorough and profound. Once you have an epiphany, you can break the old and create new ones, and create your own sword moves.

At that time, my father reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship and broke through the realm of sword transformation. During this period, he created nine sword moves - "Nine Moves in the Clouds!" Each move shocked the world and made ghosts and gods cry, and included countless insights into sword moves.

Now, he finally broke through and stood up again, fused and condensed the forty-eight styles of the Overlapping Waves Jue, and created a new first sword style - "Surge!"

The strength and softness of waves lie in their turbulence, endless growth, and mutual support. Each extreme is the beginning of another form, so it is called a surge.

At nightfall, Mo Qi came back. Covered in sweat, he skillfully inserted his long knife upside down into the soil and baked his clothes.

Tonight is the same as last night, with Mo Qi guarding the first half of the night and Mo Yu guarding the second half of the night.

The night was uneventful, and the two of them hit the road again the next day.

The second mountain is relatively gentle, and there are human-made trails, so the walk is not very difficult.

Already knowing that the enemy would set up ambushes along the way, with the intention of harming their bodies but not their lives, the two of them were alert but also had some expectations.

Everything has many sides, and it all depends on how individuals look at it. If two people regard obstacles as a scourge, they will have trouble sleeping at night and find it difficult to calm down every day.

On the contrary, if two people regard this as a kind of training and fight to the death, it will be difficult for them not to make progress.

When they reached the top of the mountain, a long-faced young man sitting on a tall rock stopped the two of them.

This man has a plain appearance, gloomy eyebrows, a hideous scar running diagonally across the left side of his face, and is holding a white cherry spear.

"Li Chong."

The young man carried the spear behind him, and the tip of the spear left a mark on the ground. He stood sternly in front of Mo Yu and the two of them and said: "By the Lord's order, who will die!"

Mo Yu raised his eyebrows. He was about to test what he had learned yesterday on this person, but before he could take a step forward, he was stopped by Mo Qi.

Looking sideways, Mo Qi pulled out the long sword with a look of eagerness, and begged: "Brother, give this person to me so that I can practice my sword skills."

Mo Yu looked at Li Chong hesitantly. Although his aura was at the beginning of the Third Heaven, the spear was very disturbing. Needless to say, this man had been immersed in the art of gunmanship for many years.

His mind was racing, Mo Yu finally nodded and agreed to Mo Qi's request, and said seriously: "You are no match for him. If you feel you can't do it, just retreat quickly. I'm here."

Mo Qi looked dissatisfied, but still nodded in agreement. He was more focused than ever before and slowly stood opposite Li Zhong: "Mo Qi."

The battle was about to break out. Li Zhong's eyes were fixed and he stabbed his spear straight into Mo Qi's chest with a whistling sound.

Mo Qi held back his breath, turned sideways, raised the long knife, and pushed the spear aside, but he was not allowed to react. Li Zhong's wrist shook violently and he stabbed four times with the spear in one second.

Mo Qi had no sword skills and hurriedly blocked two stabs but did not dodge the other two shots. As expected, two groups of bright red oozed from his chest.

It was not a serious injury, it was just that the tip of the spear pierced some of the superficial skin, but Mo Qi was in shock at the moment. Facing Li Zhong's spear, he felt like he was being pierced through his body at any time.

Pulling away, Mo Qi wandered around.

Li Chong looked disdainful at this, and swept the ground with his spear. The strong wind roared and rolled up a layer of earth waves towards Mo Qi. At the same time, his body jumped into the air and slashed down on Mo Qi's head!

Mo Yu shook his head and sighed softly. Mo Qi's understanding of swords was still too superficial. Spears are long weapons. The most important thing is to keep distance. The bigger the gap between them, the better they can use it.

Sure enough, Mo Qi raised his long sword horizontally to resist Li Kuang's spear. He vomited blood under the heavy force, bent his knees and half-crouched, and struggled to lift it up.

The next moment, Li Quan turned around, retracting the tip of his spear and thrusting out the tail. In panic, Mo Qi could only stagger to the ground, roll and jump to the side.

Just as he stood firm, a whistling sound pierced the air. Mo Qi looked up and saw Li Zhong throwing the spear into his right chest as a sharp arrow.

Can't hide!

Mo Qi's face was pale, and he stared blankly at the tip of the spear approaching. He was so annoyed at this moment. If he had suppressed Li Quan personally from the beginning, he would never be in such an embarrassing situation.

Just as the spear was approaching within five steps of Mo Qi, a black sword box shot from the side, accurately blocking the spear and thrusting it diagonally in front of Mo Qi.

Mo Yu slowly walked to the sword box, kicked the spear back to Li Zhong with a tip of his toe, brushed his right hand on the hilt of Youqi's sword, and said coldly: "I'm here to play with you."

Li Chong held the spear in hand and looked at Mo Yu with squinted eyes.

He felt a vague dangerous aura from the young man in black, very faint, but very deadly!

The atmosphere was silent for a few breaths, and then Li Chong turned around and waved to Mo Yu: "My mission has been completed today. If you want to fight, you will have a chance in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Zhong's figure walked towards the distance, but Mo Yu did not make a move to stop him.

If he takes action, he is 80% sure to kill this person, but doing so will inevitably cause the people behind the scenes to backlash and eliminate the root cause, which will be self-defeating.

"Brother, I lost." Mo Qi returned his sword to its sheath, looking lonely.

Mo Yu patted Mo Qi on the shoulder and said warmly: "This is not a fair battle. The opponent is using a familiar weapon, but you have not seen the way of the sword. If the ghost snake is still there, the result will be different.

A situation."

Hearing this, Mo Qi lowered his head and thought carefully about how confident he would be in fighting the opponent with the Nether Snake. After thinking about it in the end, it was still less than 40%!

But You She has a short dagger and uses a secret assassination path. If you ask him to assassinate this person, the result will be six or four.

"I understand, brother, I have special skills and good careers, but this sword is not suitable for me." Mo Qi looked determined and had a new idea.

Mo Yu nodded happily, looked at the blood stains on Mo Qi's chest, and said with unbearable eyes, "How is it? Is the injury serious?"
Chapter completed!