White clouds linger, fairy birds soar, unicorns lie down alone, dragons and tigers compete for supremacy.
Looking up in the distance, hidden in the clouds and mist are rows of rows of Sendai pavilions, palaces and cities.
This is the venue for the second duel in the late Qin Dynasty, Guanghan Palace.
Under a five-hundred-foot-tall osmanthus tree, a strong man waved his strong arms and swung his ax to chop down the tree.
Qin Mo stood in the center of the square, his opponent was a white-faced scholar.
"Qin Wudao" The scholar opposite opened a folding fan with a "swish" sound and fanned it gently naturally.
"Who are you" "Lu Ning, known as Xiao Luya."
The man looked a few years older than Qin Mo, but he also seemed to have experience.
Qin Mo's face was expressionless.
He had never heard of "Xiao Lu Ya".
"Oh, let's stop talking nonsense and let's get started."
Chi As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lu Ning smile slightly.
Countless water molecules gathered in front of him to form ten ice flying knives.
He waved his folding fan lightly and the flying knives shot out.
"What kind of talent is this?"
Qin Mo was startled, and without hesitation, he pushed the "spiritual clock" to the extreme.
He shuddered, and everything in the world slowed down in his eyes.
Puff puff puff.
Ten flying knives were easily dodged by Qin Mo, but one flying knife also passed by his face.
Just the strong wind on the surface made Qin Mo tremble all over.
"This is definitely not an ordinary flying knife" "Good form."
The white-faced scholar seemed to be watching a dance, waving the folding fan in his hand repeatedly, and densely packed thousands of flying knives appeared in front of him.
This time there are not only "ice flying knives", but also "earth flying knives" and "fire flying knives".
"This" even Qin Mo was stunned for a moment, it was so spectacular.
This guy must have gotten the "God-Devil Fruit".
"go" The rain of knives filled the sky and screamed, leading to a desperate voice.
"Roar" Suddenly, there was a roar of dragons and tigers, followed by sounds such as frogs croaking, bears roaring, birds chirping, apes croaking, etc.
Qin Mo used the body-training technique to the extreme.
His whole body was black and blue, and his muscles had bulges.
If he didn't pay attention, he would have thought they were dragon scales.
"Good Kung Fu" The white-faced scholar waved his fan gracefully, with the aura of "feather fan and turban, the gun and oar were turned into ashes while talking and laughing".
Qin Mo did not use the sword and was not allowed to summon it again after the competition began.
This was the most dangerous moment since he took part in the competition.
The opponent's "rain of knives" move was too incomprehensible.
"Fight" Qin Mo waved his fists, his energy and blood exploded, and he shouted: "July Meteor Shower!"
Ding ding ding A pair of iron sparrows struck at the rain of knives in the sky.
After taking a breath, Qin Mo's arms had been cut into pieces.
An entire arm was cut off, and for a while, his flesh and blood were flying around with flying knives.
"Okay."
The white-faced scholar saw that Qin Mo was so crazy that he even threw out his two arms to fight off his own "rain of knives".
How much willpower does this require?
Although it is a virtual world, the pain, etc. are 99% close to reality.
This is simply "death by a thousand cuts."
Qin Mo's arms were gone at this time, his teeth were chattering and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
The breath gathered by his external skills was still there, and it was not broken because his arms were cut off.
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"Ta" Just when the white-faced scholar was stunned, Qin Mo broke out.
"Come on, let me see how powerful the rumored God of Death is."
The scholar suddenly knelt down, put his hands on the ground, and stared at the rapidly moving Qin Mo with his brows.
"Ground Thorn" puff Whoosh Qin Mo seemed to have eyes under his feet, and earth thorns half a foot high suddenly poked out from the ground, avoiding all of them.
"Go to hell."
Qin Mo's eyes were extremely cold.
At this time, he could only fight to the death unless he surrendered.
"Ah" the white-faced scholar shouted as he had an extra "yellow vest" on his body.
One fist was wrapped in ice, the other was wrapped in flames and collided with Qin Mo. boom Just when the two were about to fight, Qin Mo changed his strength in mid-air and took a step out of nowhere.
Feixian steps, one step without beginning.
The white-faced scholar was stunned when he saw Qin Mo disappear, and then there was the sound of his chest bursting and bones breaking from his back.
Plop Qin Mo used all his strength to take two steps and Feixian fell down.
A footprint appeared on the white-faced scholar's back, his chest exploded completely, and all the internal organs inside were shattered.
This is the God-Sealing Palm, extremely hard and yet soft.
Qin Mo defeated miserably in the second game.
"Little Lu Pressure" Lu Ning is undoubtedly very perverted, at least in the breathing stage, his ability is very strong.
He controls the power of the three elements of "earth", "water" and "fire", and Qin Mo can clearly feel that the opponent's fundamental potential has not been stimulated even one-tenth.
If Lu Ning learns to integrate the power of elements, his strength will definitely be stronger.
After the second game, Qin Mo exited the virtual world.
The pain was so close to reality that he almost couldn't bear it.
Fortunately, the third form of Fengyun Sword Technique, "Nine Heavens and Clouds Beyond", weakened the pain, otherwise he would not be able to get close at all.
"Plop" Qin Mo took off his virtual connection helmet and fell down just as he was about to stand up.
His arms seemed to be out of control, and his spirit was still in the pain of "thousands of knives scraping his bones" just now.
In fact, he lost consciousness in his arms for a moment.
He just instinctively intercepted the flying knives according to his consciousness.
But now that the battle is over, the terrible feeling slowly comes over him.
"Mo Mo" Feng Qing was reading in the living room when he heard Qin Mo pass out.
It was already the next day when Qin Mo woke up.
"In the future, don't fight like you do in the virtual world.
It's very dangerous."
Feng Qing brought the food and warned him worriedly.
Qin Mo smiled and buried his head in eating.
After eating, Qin Mo recalled with some lingering fears.
The opponent's ability was too restrained for ordinary people in the breathing stage.
His God and Demon Fruit was also a purely spiritual fruit and did not have so many strange abilities.
Of course, if "Little Lu Pressure" Lu Ning meets Miss Tang Er who has the "Giant Fruit" or Bai Haoran who has the "Dragon Scale Fruit", he will also be restrained.
After resting all morning, Qin Mo felt good and entered the virtual world again.
After waiting for a few minutes after getting ready, the third and final one-on-one match began.
The environment for this decisive battle was on a swamp.
If Qin Mo wins this time, it will be okay even if he loses the next two multiplayer battles.
Therefore, this battle is crucial.
The swamp is covered with fallen leaves, which can sway left and right if people step on it lightly.
However, Qin Mo's level of control over the force is so subtle that as long as he doesn't lose control, he won't fall in.
On the other side of the swamp stood a man in a cloak. swish swish Qin Mo's pupils suddenly shrank, and he concentrated on seeing three flying knives coming.
"Damn, it's a flying knife again."
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Qin Mo was really scared this time.
He never wanted to experience the pain of being scraped by a thousand knives.
In view of the last experience, Qin Mo moved quickly to approach the enemy this time.
The man in the cloak seemed to be shooting flying knives after trying it out.
When Qin Mo approached, he also swooped towards him. bang bang bang The two of them didn't speak a word, and they exchanged blows as soon as they met. snap Ding Ding stared Both of them were ejected by the other's force, and hurriedly stabilized themselves to avoid falling into the swamp.
"You are also a physical practitioner."
The two looked at each other at the same time.
The advantages of physical training are obvious during the breathing stage.
As soon as Qin Mo fought, he felt that the opponent was an all-around master, and the technique he just used was a wrestling technique.
"Come again" This time the two seemed to have a good understanding and began to confront each other head-on. bang bang bang The two pairs of fists exchanged blows until they separated again after hundreds of punches.
"Is this guy beaten?
It hurts to death."
The man in the cloak lowered his hands, pretending not to be in pain.
"Ah, this madman, I can't even feel my hands."
The corners of Qin Mo's mouth twitched, but it didn't hurt when he looked at the other person, so he endured it himself.
Both of them were waiting for their hands to regain consciousness.
After waiting for three seconds, they couldn't stand it and screamed.
"Ah, it hurts to death, sir."
Qin Mo didn't care about his image anymore.
He was not a master of physical skills anyway, so he had nothing to fear from the pain.
It was better than holding it in.
"Hey!"
The man in the cloak pretended to be cool for a while.
When he saw Qin Mo covering his hands and shouting, he couldn't help but take a breath and tears fell down.
Chi
Suddenly a flying knife shot towards Qin Mo.
Fallen leaves exploded under Qin Mo's feet, mud and water splashed everywhere, and he turned into a shadow and rushed over.
Wow Suddenly the cloaked man turned around, raised his cloak, and fired more than a dozen flying knives at Qin Mo.
"Throwing knives again." bang bang bang Qin Mo got close and his feet flew, and the two of them were also trying their best with their feet.
"Dark World" At some point, the man's eyes lost their white pupils and turned into a strange pure black, and his eyes were like two black holes.
Qin Mo's eyes were swallowed up in an instant, and even his spirit seemed to be plunged into endless darkness.
“Too bad” "Uh" When Qin Mo saw the light, he saw a flying knife "puff" shot into his throat, and then heard a voice announcing failure.
"What kind of fruit is this?"
Qin Mo exited the virtual world and murmured in annoyance.
Feng Qing said softly "Hey" and said in surprise: "You finally lost."
"Why do you seem so happy when I lose?"
Qin Mo said dissatisfiedly, looking at Feng Qing who was looking at the joke.
"Hehehe."
Feng Qing smiled sweetly when she saw Qin Mo's appearance.
"Okay, tell Aunt Qing how you lost."
Qin Mo briefly talked about the guy's talent and murmured: "I can definitely win if I use a sword."
Feng Qing rolled her eyes at him, "You don't use a sword yourself."
"Hehe, not everyone can experience my sword.
If you don't use it, you will win with your sword."
Qin Mo didn't feel so annoyed when he talked about the sword.
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"You bitch is just hypocritical."
Feng Qing glared at Qin Mo, deliberately irritating him.
Qin Mo chuckled and ignored Feng Qing.
What does "sword burial style" mean?
It means raising the sword, storing the sword, and practicing the sword.
The better the "burial" is, the more powerful the sword will be when it is revealed.
These two styles are complementary to each other, yin and yang.
"Sword" is a killing weapon no matter what kind of gentleman it is.
In the past, Ximen Chuixue, the "Sword God" in martial arts novels, regarded killing as an art, because he regarded killing as a sacred and beautiful thing.
He had dedicated his life to it.
Only when killing people could he It is truly alive.
At other times, he is just waiting.
This is Ximen Chuixue's "kendo", which seems ruthless but is actually sentimental.
He can travel thousands of miles to kill a stranger for the sake of him.
Ximen Chuixue is also "hot-blooded", but his "hot-blooded" looks very cold.
Qin Mo's sword intention is completely opposite to Ximen Chuixue's sword intention, but the principle is the same.
He doesn't draw his sword easily, nor does he rely on ruthlessness to gain powerful spiritual power.
What solidified in Qin Mo's heart were "Bright Sword Style", "Burying Sword Style" and "Power of Life".
The three sword intentions and the three stages of life have allowed Qin Mo and others to achieve a very high level of swordsmanship.
In his mind, "killing" or "death" is indeed a sacred and beautiful thing.
But at the same time, he also believes that "killing" is by no means the most beautiful and sacred swordsmanship, and the swordsmanship of saving people is equally brilliant.
Every swordsman is proud and unique in his heart.
No matter which world the swordsman is in, he has his own way in his heart.
If you want "killing" to become sacred and beautiful, you must understand the greatness and despicability of your "enemy", so that you can inspire the most beautiful swordsmanship.
Ximen Chuixue understands, so he has been waiting for the person who can let him draw the sword.
If you asked him to kill a pig, he would definitely not be able to kill the pig with beautiful movements and perfect artistic conception.
Qin Mo also understands, so he doesn't use the sword easily, not because he is pretentious, but because he understands the sword. rr4409051: