After Wuyou left with Mo Qing and Mo Liu, Mo He was the only one left in the entire Wangyue Mountain, carrying out his practice life in an orderly manner, and would not feel any loneliness or discomfort because of this.
Mo He now lives a simple and fulfilling life every day. Although the growth rate of his cultivation base is not as fast as before, he can feel his growth in other aspects.
Cultivation itself needs some time to accumulate. It is certainly a good thing to improve your cultivation base quickly, but if you keep your feet on the ground step by step and step on each step firmly, you will also see more different scenery on the way to seek the Tao.
Mo He's quiet cultivation process did not last long. An unexpected visitor stopped Mo He's peaceful and fulfilling cultivation process.
"please!"
Sitting under two green plum trees, Mo He held two teacups in his hands. With a thought, about 70% of the water gathered in the teacups, and then boiled quickly, and then quickly dropped to a suitable temperature. The person opposite made a gesture of please.
Sitting opposite Mo He was a young man in white with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a long sword slanted behind his back. It was Han Feng of Taiyi Sword Sect.
Han Feng's arrival was completely beyond Mo He's expectations. In that dispute before, the two were still on opposite sides of each other, and even fought against each other.
And because of Daoist Qingmei, Mo He didn't have much affection for the disciple of Taiyi Sword Sect, and he never thought that the other party would find Wangyue Mountain.
Picking up the tea on the table, Han Feng took a sip lightly, then looked at Mo He who was facing him and said, "Your cultivation has broken through the late stage of Pure Yang Realm!"
"Well, I was lucky to break through a few months ago!" Mo He nodded and replied without hesitation.
"I want to fight with you!" Hearing Mo He's answer, Han Feng continued.
Hearing this, Mo He put down the teacup in his hand and asked with a playful expression.
"Why? It's been a few years since the last incident, and Gou Diao didn't bother me, so please come and clean me up?"
"Of course not. The Second Dynasty has nothing to do with me. I just want to fight with you and continue to sharpen my sword!" Han Feng shook his head and replied with a serious expression.
Of course Mo He knew that Han Feng definitely did not come to him because of the Second Dynasty. If it was because of the Second Dynasty, he would not have waited until now to come here. He should have visited a few years ago.
"You want to use me to sharpen your sword, why should I agree to you?" Hearing Han Feng's explanation, Mo He asked again.
Competing with the disciples of the Taiyi Sword Sect, Mo He actually felt a little excited, especially if the opponent was a master like Han Feng, and Mo He should gain something from a fight with him.
But this kind of harvest is just icing on the cake for Mo He. First of all, Mo He has a lot of combat experience. Secondly, Mo He practices quietly every day, and his strength is also steadily increasing. Why bother to fight him
Hearing what Mo He was almost refusing, Han Feng didn't show any emotion on his face, he just said in a flat tone, "Don't you want to see the "Tai Yi Zhan Dao Sword Art"?"
Hearing these words, Mo He narrowed his eyes lightly, his breath was not disturbed at all, but his whole person suddenly gave off a very dangerous feeling.
"Taiyi Zhan Dao Sword Art", Taoist Priest Qingmei once suffered from the Taiyi Dao Zhan Sword Art because of his damaged Taoist heart, and felt that his future was hopeless, so he finally stepped into the divine way.
"I really want to see "Tai Yi Zhan Dao Jian Jue", so please enlighten me!" Looking at Han Feng's expressionless face, Mo He said slowly.
Afterwards, the two stood up at the same time, turned into two streamers of light, flew away from Moon Moon Mountain, and came to an empty and uninhabited place in Yuhe Mansion.
As soon as the figure fell to the ground, the Mo Yuzhu staff appeared in Mo He's hands, and at the same time, the Mu Yuan Spiritual Orb was also suspended above Mo He's head, emitting emerald green light, and at the same time, streams of green energy hung down, killing Mo He. He is very protective of the whole person.
The bladeless long sword that Han Feng was carrying on his back was also quickly unsheathed and fell into Han Feng's hands.
Without any nonsense, the two attacked at the same time as soon as they were ready for each other.
In Mo He's hand, he lightly tapped the jade bamboo stick on the ground, and a blue light brought a majestic vitality. In an instant, the surrounding area turned into a dense forest, with countless vines entwined, and the trees turned into tree soldiers, standing on the ground. Standing up, gently swaying the canopy, shaking off the leaves one by one.
The fallen leaves did not fall to the ground, but shot towards Han Feng like blades.
The long sword in Han Feng's hand lightly raised, and a dark white sword light lit up, like a sudden flash of lightning in the clear sky. The sword light flashed, and all attacks within a kilometer around him were wiped out. , Even the ground was cut flat.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Han Feng's mouth, and he swung the long sword in his hand again. The light of the sword turned into a white rainbow, stabbing straight at Mo He.
Han Feng was a little happy now. In a tentative attack just now, he found that after Mo Hexiu broke through the late stage of the pure yang state, his strength had indeed increased a lot. He was happy that he had found a strong opponent.
Gently moving forward with the Mo Yuzhu staff in his hand, Mo He scattered the sword light from the front, and at the same time, a large amount of water began to condense around his body.
Yuhe, which is far away from the place where the two fought, some people by the river were surprised to find that the water of Yuhe seemed to be pulled by some kind of force, turning into drops of water, flying up from the river surface, and quickly heading in one direction.
At the same moment, in the view of the Five Elements, Daoist Yuan Ji also sensed Mo He's aura, and found that Mo He is now fighting with people, and the aura that is fighting Mo He is as sharp as a sharp sword, and it is clearly a A powerful swordsman.
Such a powerful swordsman can be associated with almost no guesswork, it should be a disciple of Taiyi Sword Sect.
"Why did Fellow Daoist Mo conflict with the disciples of Taiyi Sword Sect?" Daoist Yuanji frowned slightly, thinking to himself.
But then, he found that the place where the two were fighting was an empty place, and the aura of the two was gradually strengthening, as if they were discussing more than fighting for life and death. He immediately felt relieved, and at the same time his figure It turned into a stream of light in an instant, heading towards the direction where the two were fighting.
Since it is a sparring, the battle between the two strong men in the pure yang realm cannot be missed.
Not only Daoist Yuanji, but as the fight between Mo He and Han Feng became more and more popular, many people also discovered the news of the fight between the two, and some of them were unavoidably highly skilled and daring, ready to run closer to join forces. join in the fun.
When Daoist Yuanji arrived, he saw a 10,000-meter-long water dragon flying in the air, exuding a breathtaking aura.
And in the sky above the water dragon, a long sword turned into sword shadows all over the sky, falling down like a steady stream of raindrops, colliding with the water dragon.
However, the sword shadows passed through, but failed to break up the water dragon, allowing it to continue flying towards the figure in the sky.
When the 10,000-meter-long water dragon was about to touch the figure, the sword shadows in the sky disappeared, leaving only the long sword in the figure's hand held high with both hands.
A mysterious artistic conception, accompanied by the lifting of the sword, spread from the edge of the sword to the surroundings, and everything around seemed to slow down, as if even time was affected.
With such a distance, Daoist Yuanji was also affected at this moment. He felt that there seemed to be a sword light on his Dao heart, facing him from a distance, as if it would fall down in the next moment.
"Tai Yi Sword Sect's "Tai Yi Dao Slashing Sword Art"!"
Having lived for a long time, the well-informed Taoist Priest Yuanji immediately recognized the trick of this sword, and also knew the reason for the influence he received.
Compared with the influence he is currently receiving, as the target of this sword, Mo He now truly understands the feeling of being under the sword.
Under that flash of sword light, all the defenses around him seemed to be non-existent, as if he had exposed his Dao heart naked to this sword, ready to accept the torture of the dark way.
An inexplicable sense of crisis appeared in Mo He's heart, and Mo He unconsciously had a feeling of wanting to retreat and avoid it. This feeling was very strong, but Mo He suppressed this feeling forcefully, without any hesitation. He didn't back away from the sword that was about to fall.
The next moment, the sword light fell, a pure sword intent not mixed with anything else collided head-on with Mo He's Dao Heart, that kind of true and sincere feeling seemed to forcefully smash Mo He's Dao Heart torn.
"Ding!"
There was a crisp impact sound, and the bladeless long sword collided with the black jade bamboo stick in Mo He's hand, the sword light went out, and at the same time, the 10,000-meter-long water dragon dissipated.
"Tai Yi Dao Slashing Sword Art", Mo He relied on himself to follow up without dodging or evading, and did not use the power of the innate spirit treasure at all, and truly put his Dao heart to a test.
Although the process was a little dangerous, after this sword strike, Mo He felt that his Dao Xin seemed to be more stable, and his thoughts were more accessible and pure.
The sword light lit up again, and Mo He and Han Feng stepped back again, pulling away from each other.
"The sword just now is called Wen Wen, and it is the weakest and strongest sword in the "Tai Yi Zhan Dao Sword Art". The next sword is called Cang Sheng, please taste it!" Han Feng said at the same time. , the long sword in his hand was raised again, the sword light on the long sword, when he raised the sword, seemed to have turned into a mess of sentient beings, condensed on the edge of the sword, messy and weirdly pure.
As Han Feng swung his sword down, the shouts of all beings seemed to ring in Mo He's ears, not only the human race, but also the monster race, dragon race, spirit race, and even every plant and tree in the world were making their own voices.
This kind of voice is not a voice that confuses the mind, but rather a kind of confession. All the people in this world are pouring out the laws of their own existence.
Plants are eaten by herbivorous beasts, and herbivorous beasts are hunted and killed by more ferocious hunters. After that, the cycle repeats itself, and the weak eat the strong, forming a cycle in which the common people are all involved, and few can escape.