The Half-Moon Heavy Halberd was sacrificed by Mo Wuji, and it also curled up with light. Fastest update
If Dao Feng's sword light was like fallen leaves scattering all over the sky, then Mo Wuji's halberd light was like the sand and stones rolled up by a strong wind.
The fallen leaves bring a sad late autumn, and the sand and stones roll up the thick desert.
Neither of them has extended their domain. This is not a battle, this is a duel between the magical powers of the sword and the magical power of the halberd.
"Boom!" The fallen leaves collided with the desert, causing blades to fill the sky. This space was full of murderous intent. The fallen leaves in the sky were torn into smaller blades, and the desert on the ground was blasted open, causing pieces of halberd light to explode.
Daofeng's eyes became brighter and brighter. This was the magical power he wanted. His magical power lacked the grandeur and richness. When displayed, it was always an edge of sadness and sadness, just like a winger. And Mo Wuji's halberd blade came across the ground, it was the kind of thickness and vastness he needed.
Maybe today he will gain what he lacks most.
At this moment, even the monks on the outermost perimeter could feel the biting killing aura and retreated one after another.
Dao Feng was even more excited. The exploding halberd light had torn his clothes and skin into several cracks. As if he had disappeared, he stepped forward again and drew the long knife in his hand upward from the inside out.
"The shadow of the cross sword falls in the sad autumn..." The sword's intention was even more sad, with a sword intention that would make the world cry, it was struck with the cross.
A cross knife mark is formed from bottom to top, dividing the space into four petals.
The space seemed to have been scratched, filled with a sense of sadness. If the first cut of the knife seal is just the autumn leaves, the second cut is the entire sad autumn.
Under the sword intent that tears apart the space, everything will turn into illusion and everything will be torn apart by the sword intent. The sword's intention was merciful, and it showed no mercy wherever it struck.
Sure enough, he formed his own sword path. The heavy halberd in Mo Wuji's hand also curled up, and the desert in the sky disappeared.
The first time his halberd glow went from bottom to top, this time his halberd glow went from top to bottom. When the halberd struck down, it was no longer the glow of the halberd, but a long silver river.
The long river poured down, swallowing up the sad autumn cross.
"Boom, boom, boom!" The two divine passages collided together, and the space once again exploded across the sky. The light of the sword collapsed and the shadow of the halberd split.
The sadness and desolation of late autumn are swallowed up, leaving only a kind of weight and vastness.
"Crack!" Daofeng's hand bones were exploded by the powerful backlash of the halberd shadow, but he stared blankly at the halberd shadow flowing down like a long river. The halberd shadow swallowed up his magical power "Cross Blade Shadow Luo Beiqiu" and turned into a Milky Way.
Just like the first sword magic power, he also lost with this second sword magic power, and the loss was not on the same level.
Qing Ruoyue's eyes lit up as she watched the battle from a distance, and the shadow of the previously sealed knife was drawn. She even wanted to cry for this knife. For such a terrifying knife, what else could she do besides giving her own blood for it? She couldn't figure out what method Mo Wuji had to break through this knife. Maybe Mo Wuji could escape.
But when Mo Wuji's long river fell, she realized that she was wrong. Compared to the sad cross sword shadows of paranoid autumn, Mo Wuji's long river is even more vast and heavy.
Perhaps, this is the real Tao, whether it is the Tao of the sword, the Tao of the halberd, or the Tao of the sword.
Dao Feng could have escaped by being embarrassed or injured, but he did not escape. He just watched the long river pour down. If you die under such magical power, it is his destiny. He sighed a little, at least he didn't have time to understand this magical power carefully recently.
"Crack!" The immortal essence in the air suddenly solidified and made bursts of clicking sounds, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of Mo Wuji's mouth.
His half-moon halberd stopped in the air, and he was speechless. This Dao Feng is really an unreasonable guy. Although his halberd, Changhe, is powerful, it cannot kill Dao Feng. But in order to feel the halberd, this guy didn't use any means to avoid it. Instead, he waited for the halberd to fall.
He didn't want to kill Daofeng, so he could only stop his long river abruptly. Fighting with a great Luo Immortal, but in the end he was not hurt by his opponent, but he was hurt by himself. This kind of thing is more than a depressing thing.
"What a good halberd." Dao Feng couldn't help but admired when he saw Mo Wuji stopped his halberd. Instead of thanking Mo Wuji for sparing his life, he praised Mo Wuji for his halberd.
Mo Wuji put away the Half-Moon Heavy Halberd and said calmly, "If you want to die, don't mess with me. I have enough troubles already."
As if he didn't know that Mo Wuji was talking about him, Dao Feng still asked, "I heard that you have a third sword... Oh, it's the third sword's magical power. Why don't you show it?"
What could Mo Wuji say when he met such a person? He could only say angrily, "I have no enmity with you, and I don't want to kill you yet."
Mo Wuji really wasn't bragging, even though Dao Feng was much stronger than Ni Ju. Mo Wuji is much stronger now than when he fought with Ni Ju? If the third halberd Sunset Sword Seal still didn't dodge, he might not even be able to control the halberd to stop midway.
Hearing Mo Wuji's words, Dao Feng showed a trace of disappointment on his face. Then he asked eagerly again, "Brother Mo, why is my sword path in front of your halberd path like a small stream meeting a big river?"
Mo Wuji's understanding of this kind of theoretical thing is really more powerful than Dao Feng by more than one level. His techniques are all self-created, and the magical powers he creates are naturally not comparable to those of Dao Feng.
Mo Wuji didn't hide his request for Dao Feng's advice, "Because your sword technique only has the intention of the sword and lacks the power of the sword. A magical power that only has intention but no power may be very strong sometimes, but it will never become a true top power." Supernatural power. You have seen the desolation of autumn, but you have not seen the harvest of autumn, you have not seen the beauty of autumn, and you have not seen the majesty of autumn. What you have seen is a corner of autumn, so your sword intention is only a corner, missing a corner. Build momentum."
Dao Feng's eyes widened as if he was enlightened. How could he have thought of this before? If he could think of this, his sword magic would definitely be several levels higher than it is now.
"Thank you for the advice, Brother Mo." Dao Feng held his fists respectfully, and then said seriously, "The reason why I didn't avoid Brother Mo's second magical power before was because I like that halberd. Even if I die on that halberd, Even under the halberd, I am satisfied. I believe that in the future I may be able to see many magical powers that are stronger than your halberd, but I will definitely not be able to see the magical powers that make my heart beat as much as your halberd."
Mo Wuji shook his head. He couldn't understand this idea.
Dao Feng seemed to know what Mo Wuji meant, and said again, "What's more, I will only be severely injured at most, and then I will recover in seclusion for hundreds of years, and I may not die. As Brother Mo said before, the way of sword is both the way of halberd and the way of gun. The way of the sword is all the ways of killing. I can only understand that way by trying the sword with my own body..."
"He's talking nonsense!" A sudden voice interrupted Dao Feng's words.
A man of medium height, wearing linen clothes and hemp shoes, and carrying a long sword strolled over.
Everyone's eyes fell on this man. His appearance was as ordinary as his figure and clothes, his face was a little sallow, the sword on his back was unsheathed, and his whole person was filled with a bloody and murderous aura.
Dao Feng frowned slightly, but before he could ask, the man in sackcloth said calmly, "Any way is unique. The way of sword is the way of sword, and the way of sword is the way of sword. How can they be the same?"
"Who are you?" Dao Feng asked in a deep voice. He was dedicated to the way of swordsmanship. The way Mo Wuji said was easy to understand and coincided with the way of swordsmanship he had proven. It only expanded his horizons. The words of the man in linen clothes in front of him were hazy, which was his previous understanding, but it made him a little confused.
"Great Sword Dao Huang Sha." The man in sackcloth walked to a place three feet away from Mo Wuji and stopped. While he was answering Dao Feng's words, it was Mo Wuji who was looking at him.
Mo Wuji said calmly, "Are you here to avenge your master's sword?"
After asking the question, Mo Wuji didn't wait for Huang Sha's answer. He looked at Dao Feng and said, "Brother Dao, this person is better at showing off than you. If you also wear a set of linen clothes and shoes like this, your level will go up a few levels." Your yellow... stuff is really not that good, I suggest you go back and learn from this guy who knows how to pretend."
Dao Feng didn't know what pretense was. When he heard that it was Mo Wuji's suggestion, he nodded cautiously, "Brother Mo said, I will definitely correct myself when I go back."
For him, everything else is secondary, and the way of the sword is the first priority. The reason why he wore yellow clothes was because there were yellow clothes among the clothes he bought randomly, and he didn't choose at all. Everything Mo Wuji said before made sense and was not secretive. He believed it was not nonsense. Any slight change will have an impact on his magical power, which he agrees with.
Huang Sha didn't care about Mo Wuji's attitude at all, and replied calmly, "You are right or wrong. You are right because I am indeed here to avenge my master. You are wrong because I have one more thing to do temporarily. Then I just want to show you what is the way of swordsmanship, and don’t put all the rubbish ways together with the way of swordsmanship. The way of swordsmanship is the right way, and there is no way in the world that can be better than it."
"Hahahaha! Grandpa is laughing so hard." Another voice came, followed by a taller man walking over. Laughter came before the others came in front of him. When he got closer, he pointed at Huang Sha and said with a smile, "Huang Sha, you really know how to speak great swordsmanship. You, an immortal, actually challenge An even Immortal King, no, Alchemist Mo should not have even reached the Great Immortal now, right? You, an Immortal Lord, actually challenge a Great Immortal, you are really shameless."
The most eye-catching thing is that he has a pair of purple eyes.
"I'm not here to challenge him, I'm here to kill him." After Huang Sha finished speaking, he opened his hand, and the sheathless sword fell into his palm. Then, without looking at the laughing purple-eyed man, he slowly took a few steps towards Mo Wuji.
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