Everything was quiet, everything became extremely slow in Yang Mo's eyes, he seemed to see two worlds, one was the wooden sword slowly approaching, the faint sound of breaking wind on it was telling Yang Mo how powerful it was, and the other world was white, until he saw various fragments inside.
Those fragments are all things that he has experienced before, whether it is the past life or this life, the memories of more than forty years have all been revisited, and the shallow memories in the blue sea of stars have become particularly clear here, as if he had passed another forty-three years.
But he just revisited the old things, and didn't learn anything new, as if this rare state was nothing more than that.
But the truth is far more than that, not to mention his accumulation in this life, based on the memories of his previous life alone, if all of them can be read clearly like looking through the computer, it is also a huge wealth.
Yang Mo seemed to have re-learned the kendo he had learned, and what he gained was far from being describable in words.
He felt that he had got what he wanted, and as he was about to leave, a black light flashed not far away, attracting his attention, even though he felt that something over there might be dangerous, but it seemed that a voice in the darkness was urging him to go over, walk over.
Yang Mo didn't delay, since he decided to go and see, he had no reason to procrastinate, showing that he wanted to go but didn't want to go.
But even if it is decided, there is still a lot of caution to be had, even if this is his own sea of consciousness.
The darkness gradually eroded the world around Yang Mo, and those ethereal white fog turned black, as black as ink, and he couldn't see his five fingers, but the strange thing was that Yang Mo could still see the road ahead, but he couldn't see other things, such as these black fogs, and his body.
Constantly walking, constantly getting closer, Yang Mo saw a person, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, and almost screamed out, because the person in front of him actually had the same face as him, but this person felt completely different from himself.
Black Mist Yang Mo is like a black iron mountain, cold and hard, as if nothing can affect his mood, because his mood is like that black iron mountain, unmoved by anyone, independent of the world, there is only himself in the whole world, and nothing else.
Yang Mo slowly stepped forward, got closer to observe, and found that Yang Mo of the black fog was lying on the ground, as if he was asleep, his eyes were closed and motionless, his face was expressionless, and he couldn't tell whether he was cold or enthusiastic from his face, but he was just lying down, but he had already told people that he was cold and not enthusiastic.
This should be the secondary soul, before the age of eighteen, Yang Mo couldn't help but reach out to touch the cheek of the black mist Yang Mo, but the face of the ancient well without waves like a knife showed a touch of expectation.
Yang Mo's sharp eyes found that something was wrong, but it was still a step too late, when his finger touched the black mist Yang Mo, a black smoke quietly invaded Yang Mo's body, Yang Mo felt it, but there was no way, he tried all kinds of methods he could think of to no avail.
It seemed that the time was up, Yang Mo felt a huge suction force coming from an unknown direction, unpredictable, irresistible, he could only let himself be sucked away, and then a wooden sword struck his face.
A cold color flashed in Yang Mo's eyes, the wooden sword in his hand was raised, and the wooden sword that was originally about to attack Lao Li's chest and abdomen turned to attack the opponent's wrist, Lao Li felt that Yang Mo's speed was far above him, and immediately changed his move and knocked Yang Mo's sword blade away with the head of the sword.
Like a leaping light of destruction, the tip of Yang Mo's sword swept through a yellow ray and stabbed at Lao Li's chest, like thunder, piercing people's eyes.
Lao Li is worthy of being a veteran who has experienced a lot of battles, seeing Yang Mo's sword pointed, stepping on the ground under his feet, his body galloping backwards, and at the same time, the sword in his hand swung down to block, wanting to block Yang Mo at a distance of a sword.
Yang Mo at this moment is completely different from before, but Senior Brother and Guo Xiao and others can see at a glance that now Yang Mo is like him before the age of eighteen, with nothing in his eyes, and at that time he was completely blind to what he didn't care about, just like a lonely person walking outside the world, not expecting anyone to approach, and refusing anyone to approach.
Suddenly, everyone's eyes widened, because Yang Mo came to Lao Li's side at some point, and the tip of the sword stabbed directly into Lao Li's chest, nothing was broken, but the round-headed wooden stick broke the protective gear on Lao Li's chest.
Lao Li quickly blocked Yang Mo's sword with the second round hoop grid of the wooden sword in his hand, and then quickly retreated, this was the second time he retreated today, and he was forced to retreat by Yang Mo with his sword.
"Sure enough, the hero is a teenager, but that's it, be careful."
Lao Li looked at the neat round hole on the edge of the chest protector, and frowned, this kind of incision is not something that this kind of wooden sword can cause.
Yang Mo stood with the sword in his hand, his face was indifferent, no joy or sorrow, he slowly lifted the wooden sword, put it in front of his eyes, his fingers gently stroked the sword body, the momentum of the whole body was round, the tip of the sword pointed forward, the momentum was like a storm, and the target was in front of him.
Destroy him!
In the blink of an eye, Yang Mo had already come to Lao Li and stabbed the hole in the opponent's chest.
Lao Li noticed Yang Mo's attempt, and a trace of anger flashed on his face, but then he eased up, the sword battle is bound to go all out, don't complain that the other party is too ruthless, if you don't kill ruthlessly, then you will lose yourself.
Lao Li's wooden sword is just a wooden sword, which dropped the tip of Yang Mo's sword, and the anti-guest stabbed at Yang Mo, there is no need to doubt what kind of injury that round wood will cause to Yang Mo, the big hole in Lao Li's chest is an example.
Yang Mo's wrist turned, driving the wooden sword around, the Taiji sword was launched, back leading, with crooked, side attack, after a few movements, Lao Li's sword body deviated far from its original trajectory, Yang Mo turned all the momentum of the wooden sword into castration and led it to the side, and then rushed forward to give Lao Li a fatal blow, even if Lao Li wanted to swing the sword to help, he had to consider whether he could take it back.
Yang Mo's sword body slashed on the armor on Lao Li's chest, instantly tore a large gap, his left hand turned into a palm, and slapped the opponent's abdomen with all his strength, but Lao Li's right hand retreated, and once again slammed Yang Mo's hand with the head of the sword, if Yang Mo's palm force hit, his hand would also be hit by Lao Li's sword head, and it would be unclear who would lose and who would make at that time.
Seeing that Yang Mo gave up the palm attack, Lao Li kicked at his feet, quickly got out of Yang Mo's attack range, looked down at the broken armor on his body, his face was shocked, if he wanted to cut the protective gear was not something that a wooden sword could do, if he was cut to his body, he might be directly taken away a large piece of flesh and blood, and then look at the wooden sword in Yang Mo's hand, basically it can no longer be called a wooden sword, because the first half of it is all broken, and the remaining part of the sword handle has also been split, and it is like a brush that has been vigorously washed.
"Ready?
One sword determines the winner.
Yang Mo looked ahead and spoke flatly.
"Don't you want to change your sword?"
"No, you don't."
Lao Li frowned, didn't say anything, but raised the wooden sword and stared at Yang Mo, his movements already said everything, that is.
Come on!
The two of them each held a sword, and rushed towards each other at the same time, Lao Li's sword was as heavy as a mountain, and it was like thunder when the head was pressed down, Yang Mo's right hand was raised, and the muscles of his right arm exploded, as firm and powerful as a bronze statue, blocking Lao Li's sword from one arm, as Lao Li's sword became heavier, the wooden sword in Yang Mo's hand that had exploded was like grass in the wind, becoming unstable, and it was possible to break tendons and fractures at any time, and then lose the ability to protect his master.
The two of them looked at each other for a moment, and the crowd of people in the field also looked at the two of them intently, thinking that it was just a one-sided crushing, but they didn't expect it to be such a wonderful kendo battle.
Different from the regular game of the kind of battle that stops and calculates the score, the battle between Yang Mo and Lao Li is a real battle, every move, every style is full of a sense of power, in the eyes of people who don't understand the sword, the battle between the two doesn't seem to have a strong feeling, but for those who really understand, every impact sound is like a heavenly sound.
No one will think what they can do after they get off the field, Park Sunji and Kim Jaewan sat next to them, and there was no longer that kind of indignant and gloating expression on their faces, they realized that Yang Mo didn't use much strength at all when he fought with him, if he changed himself, under that extremely dangerous move, it was estimated that he would fly back upside down.
Yang Mo felt the groan of the wooden sword in his hand, it was saying hurry up, it would not be able to hold on, if it didn't defeat the opponent quickly, Yang Mo would lose.
Every time Lao Li slashed at the short sword in Yang Mo's hand, he could feel his weakness, and a few more slashes could be over, the force in his hand couldn't help but be a little heavier, and victory was just around the corner!
Yang Mo knew that he couldn't wait any longer, his eyes were fixed, his body was like a bow, his hand was like an arrow, the bowstring was thudched, the short sword in his hand bounced off Lao Li's wooden sword, even if it was only for a short moment, the head of the sword was already buckled on the wrist of Lao Li's left hand, and his body crashed directly into the other party's arms, the two of them were flushed, staring at each other's eyes, and stopped their movements at the same time, and froze in place for a while.
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After a long time, Lao Li's body relaxed, took a few steps back, looked at Yang Mo with a complicated expression, sighed, and said, "I lost." ” It seems that all the words are gone, only this one sentence is left, but just this one sentence is everything, Yang Mo put down his hand, and the broken wooden sword that was originally on the torn part of Lao Li's protective gear was also slowly put down, it looked like a soft wooden brush, but Lao Li knew that even if it was just such a wooden brush that could no longer be called a wooden sword, it also had a good power in Yang Mo's hands, because he felt the sharpness on his abdomen, if he didn't admit defeat, it could pierce his body effortlessly. ps: I'm thinking, let the protagonist be lonely for the rest of his life Oh, it's not a fantasy stream, it's just a twist that I'll need later