Chapter 763 762. Is the Sword Such an Inconvenient Thing?

When [Healing Guard] was selected and the hero template of [Lord] was completed, there was no huge movement like before.

But Mo Cheng had one more feeling.

He can feel the [breathing] and [words] that belong to his weapons.

[Blade of the Abyss], [Blood Thorn], [Devil Blade], and even [Endless Battle Box]...

Mo Cheng could clearly feel that those weapons were like extensions of his own flesh and blood, just like his own hands and feet. With just one thought, he could put his will into the weapons.

Then in less than a blink of an eye, Mo Cheng fell into a trance, and after coming back to his senses, he had already entered the [Sword World].

Different from the past, Mo Cheng felt that [Sword World] was no longer a place shrouded in mystery. He had a feeling that he could enter [Sword World] at any time as long as he wanted.

Of course, [Taixu Path] is also needed to assist here.

The scenery of [Sword World] this time is a bit strange. Different from the previous world formed by swords, the place where Mo Cheng appeared this time was a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters.

If he hadn't seen the swordsman fishing by the river when he opened his eyes, he might have thought he was in the wrong place.

When he saw an acquaintance, Mo Cheng walked over and stood behind the swordsman and watched for a while. He saw the swordsman sitting firmly on the fishing platform, but not a single fish took the bait.

When the fishhook was about half a meter away from the water, and the hook was still straight without any bait, Mo Cheng couldn't imagine how stupid the fish must be to take the bait.

After watching for a while, Mo Cheng couldn't help but said, "Stop fishing, drink some water and go home while it's still dark. You are designated to be an air force member today."

"Maybe I'm not fishing, but waiting for someone?" The swordsman's fishing rod remained motionless, undisturbed by Mo Cheng's words, "There is also a possibility that I am actually waiting for you."

"I think you simply brought the wrong fishing rod when you went out, and you didn't bring any bait."

Mo Cheng sat directly next to the swordsman, casually took out the flour cake from the swordsman's package, broke it open and threw it into the water, "Make a nest, make a nest, you need to know how to make a nest when fishing, do you understand?"

"I think you are a very unpleasant person." The swordsman watched helplessly as his lunch was thrown down to feed the fish. The fish were full after eating his lunch, but he could only watch as none of the fish took the bait. If you have created such an atmosphere, why can’t you imitate the sages?”

"Learn from the sage Archimedes?"

"vulgar!"

The swordsman's comment made Mo Cheng look strange. It was difficult for him to explain in words what it felt like to be called vulgar by the guy from the swordsman's collective consciousness.

After thinking for a while, he couldn't think of any spicy words to use to fight back. Mo Cheng shook his head, "If you have something to say, if nothing else, just tell me what the rules are this time, and then we'll start fighting."

The swordsman shook his head. He knew that the murderer next to him had such a temper. "It's true that there is something wrong, but since you just lost my cake, I will tell you after I win."

As he spoke, he waved the fishing rod in his hand, and it was like a soft sword emitting a dazzling sword light, which was instantly dazzling.

At the same time, the fishhook and rope on the fishing rod were like a poisonous snake spitting messages, and the straight needle fishhook penetrated Mo Cheng's temple at a strange angle.

The first move was a killing move, but Mo Cheng was no ordinary person. He casually picked up a wooden stick next to him and drew a circle in mid-air. No matter how the fishhook and line changed flexibly, he could not escape the circle. The boundary is limited by a pulling force within that square inch.

"Drawing the ground can be used as a prison, Tai Chi rings, and vegetation, bamboo and stones can be used as swords..."

The swordsman saw three unique skills in one sword stroke, and couldn't help but admire, "Coupled with the natural clarity of the sword's heart, even if you only learned swordsmanship from mediocre hands when you were five years old, you could still be called a saint in the sword before you were weak."

Following the words, the fishing rod and the wooden stick struck each other, and the fishing rod jumped out of the circle due to the reaction force. Then there was a sudden torrential rain, and it was like a raging river.

Borrowing heaven and earth to suppress people with force.

"Five years old? Not interested." The heaven and earth turned into swords, and Mo Cheng's expression remained unchanged. The wooden stick drew circles towards the fishing rod that turned into a long river of rain. Each move was thrust out in an arc. He retracted his shape and moved the sword with his mind. Every time the wooden stick made a move, it seemed to release a thin thread to wrap around the fishing rod. These thin threads accumulated more and more, seeming to accumulate into a ball of silk, wrapping the fish The pole was wrapped.

"I was very busy at that time, busy with my studies from childhood to primary school."

The two men had dismantled three hundred moves during the exchange of words. The speed of the fishing rod was getting slower and slower. At the same time, the swordsman also felt that the object in his hand was increasing in weight as Mo Cheng drew circles.

Hundred tons, thousand tons, ten thousand tons...

When the fishing rod in his hand has no way forward, the swordsman feels that the sword in his hand is already as heavy as Mount Tai.

"Only defending but not attacking? Let's see if you can block this sword!"

A cold sword energy rose from the fishing rod. The swordsman's sword came out of the middle door, and his strength was as strong as one, and he stabbed straight to the middle. "If you try to move a thousand pounds with four ounces again, you will definitely be defeated!"

Yes, Mo Cheng can feel that there is no possibility of deflection of this sword. The strength is as unified as one, and it is the only way to win by using force to challenge force and compete with each other.

But Mo Cheng did not directly confront the sword with his sword as the swordsman thought. On the contrary, he directly discarded the wooden stick in his hand and faced the enemy with bare hands.

What does he want to do?

What he wanted to do was very simple. After Mo Cheng gave up the stick, he jumped away and flew back, trying to avoid its sharp edge.

"Abandoning your sword and running away is your greatest unwiseness!"

If you lose the sword in your hand, you will lose your advantage, and if you retreat in the face of a strong move, your momentum will plummet.

Mo Cheng retreated while waving holy light to form a defense, trying to resist the sword.

But the seemingly simple and skillless straight thrust actually pierced the thick wall of holy light. "Abandon the sword in the [Sword World] and use it to move, and you will lose without complaint."

In the end, Mo Cheng had no way to avoid it and had no way to retreat. When he was about to swallow his hatred and be defeated, he just snorted coldly, "Will you lose if you give up the physical sword?"

"joke!"

"Is a sword such an inconvenient thing!?"

In an instant, immeasurable holy light lit up, just like the first light rising from the darkest place.

Suddenly, the holy light turned into Buddha's light and burst out from Mo Cheng's body, vaguely forming the Twelve Heavenly Guardians behind Mo Cheng.

Bodhidharma's Divine Sword·Buddha's Light Appears!

The index finger and middle finger merged together, and Mo Cheng stabbed straight with his sword finger, exerting force and hitting hard, until he reached the center of the sword with the power of the Buddha's light.

The swords clashed with each other, and the sword energy was everywhere. In this confrontation, neither side controlled the power specifically. In an instant, the sword energy surged and shot in all directions.

When the two strong men fought, the first one to suffer was the pond fish not far away. Countless sword energies penetrated the water, piercing the pond fish attracted by making nests, and dividing their bodies into pieces.

Not only the fish in the pond, but also the surrounding trees, birds and beasts, all became the most innocent victims under this sword energy storm.

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