Chapter 747 Boy


    The magical consciousness controls the sword, using the magical consciousness as the control, the spiritual sword as the medium, the sword formation as the shape, and the laws of spiritual power inversion and spiritual power fusion, creating a terrifying lethality...


    I just think about it and feel terrible.


    But it''s a pity...


    He has not yet learned the orthodox work.


    As for the sword formation, he only learned a "Broken Gold Sword Formation", let alone the "Sword Formation" that simplifies the complex and turns the masses into one, and involves the origin of the sword.


    This goal is still too far.


    However, thanks to this, ink painting has gradually developed ideas and directions.


    The combination of spiritual consciousness and formation killing.


    After that, learn more formations and understand the laws of all things;


    Practice sword control more to improve your cognition of swordsmanship.


    One day in the future, we will realize the great way and unite with the sword formation to create a sword "big killing weapon" with the method of "sword control", the sword as the form, the formation as the core, and the power of the great way laws!


    Ink painting is full of expectations.


    He patted Ouyang Mu on the shoulder and said with expectations:


    "You must learn to make a sword!"


    In the future, the sword-making matters will depend on small wood.


    Ouyang Mu was a little confused, but he was still a little happy to be recognized by Mo Hua.


    After that, he still worked hard to build a sword.


    The quality of the spiritual sword has reached its limit at present.


    The power of the sword has also reached a bottleneck.


    Ouyang Mu can only think about the method of improvement from other perspectives, the first thing is to compress costs.


    The "unreasonable" sword-control technique of ink painting will "sacrifice" a spiritual sword every time it is used.


    The spirit sword has become a consumable.


    Long-term use will be a huge expense.


    Ouyang Mu thought that since the power cannot be increased, he will reduce the cost and save some merits for Senior Brother Mo.


    Merit is hard to make.


    He has a deep understanding of this.


    Although he is now making swords for Senior Brother Mo and he has also made considerable contributions by eating meat and drinking soup, the habit of "thrift" is still engraved in his bones.


    Ouyang Mu and Mo Hua chatted, and then began to try how to reasonably "cut corners" without decreasing their power, and use some "cheap" materials to refine the spiritual sword.


    Generally, spiritual swords have to be used for a long time and take into account both power and durability. Therefore, the sword casting process is cumbersome, and the refining materials are expensive. You get what you get when you get the material, and there is no room for cutting corners.


    But if the sword-controlling sword like Mo Hua explodes, the sword formation will be destroyed once it is used.


    Therefore, in order to make the spiritual sword "sturdy and durable", "stable sword shape", "beautiful and elegant" and other traditional sword-making ideas can be abandoned.


    Even the sword weapon itself can adopt a "explosion" structure.


    Don''t be strong, durable and stable, but flammable and easily exploded.


    This is what Ink Painting said by chance.


    Ouyang Mu also knew for the first time that swords can still have such a strange "refining method".


    Weapon refining is not always "read according to the script" and is meticulous in accordance with the norms.


    "The norms of things are determined by people, but things are dead and people are alive. We must flexibly change the rigid ''thing'' according to the living..."


    Ink painting says this.


    Ouyang Mu seemed to be enlightened and admired:


    "Senior Brother Mo, you know a lot!"


    Although Senior Brother Mo’s weapon refining level is not very good, what he said is really reasonable!


    "Things are dead, people live, people are based on their own, and they are not bound by their physical form..."


    Ouyang Mu nodded seriously.


    In this way, Ouyang Mu, a child who was originally a bit dull, reserved, honest and honest, and like a "little wood", was gradually "deformed" by ink paintings in refining tools...


    After that, Ouyang Mu began to try more ideas for refining weapons.


    Guided by the needs of monks and practical functions, we refine weapons and achieve our goals, "do any means".


    Ink painting also saves a lot of worry.


    Basically, he only needs to say what kind of spiritual weapon he needs, what formation he needs to achieve the effect, and what kind of formation he needs to use. Xiao Mutou went back to think about it himself, and he could design a weapon refining picture for Mo Hua the next day.


    Tai''amen and Taixumen are also relatively close, and communication is convenient.


    …


    In this way, several months passed without realizing it.


    Under the leadership of Mo Hua, the "team" of Taixu Sect hunting demons has continued to grow.


    There are more and more "strategies" about hunting monsters.


    The process of hunting monsters is becoming clearer, the supporting spiritual weapons are becoming more and more perfect, and the hunting system is becoming more and more mature.


    More and more monsters are hunting, and the materials and types of materials are also varied.


    Any disciples of Taixu Sect who follow Mo Hua and live in the Demon Hunting Mountain have made great contributions.


    With such rich monster materials, Ouyang Mu''s refining level has also been rapidly improving.


    At the same time, because he often followed Mo Hua and repaired spiritual weapons for Taixu disciples, Ouyang Mu became familiar with many Taixu disciples.


    In Tai Amenli, Ouyang Mu is more autistic.


    Because he was born in a special background and was a direct descendant of the Ouyang family, he should have become the leader of the sect like his elder brother.


    But compared with his brother, he is ordinary, dull and not good at socializing.


    Tai''amen''s disciple has a strange look at him.


    Jealousy, contempt, alienation, sympathy, and both.


    Ouyang Mu was very uncomfortable.


    But Ouyang Mu was much more relaxed when he was mixed with Mo Hua and the disciples of Taixu Sect.


    He can refine weapons and make swords as he pleases.


    Others called him "Little Mutou", no one cared whether his surname was "Ouyang", and no one compared him with his outstanding brother.


    Everyone only regards him as a junior brother and a reliable weapon refiner, and he doesn''t have to care about other people''s gazes.


    Although Ouyang Mu is still a little dull, his eyebrows are much cheerful, and a simple smile often appears on his thin face.


    Even sometimes, he can''t figure it out.


    He is a disciple of Tai''amen and has a bad relationship with his fellow disciples. How could he inexplicably get along with the disciples of Taixus?


    …


    More than a month has passed, and it seems that the New Year will be coming in more than two months.


    The fourth year of ink painting in Taixu Gate is about to end in the busy life.


    This day was also a break. Mo Hua entered the mountain like usual, and a group of Taixu Sect disciples greeted him along the way.


    "Hello, senior brother!"


    Mo Hua also smiled and waved his hands to say hello one by one.


    Walking in the mountains like this, I went to a secluded place. Mo Hua picked up a big stone, sat cross-legged, and placed a spiritual sword in front of him.


    This is a spiritual sword that looks simple and even slightly "cheap".


    At the same time, this is also the latest "milling" spiritual sword forged by Xiaomutou according to the meaning of ink painting.


    Since the sword you are bound to be damaged, it is better to let it be completely crushed.


    The moment the sword formation explodes, the spiritual sword will also "explode".


    This has two benefits.


    First, the spirit sword exploded, and the fine pieces of swords would explode with the sword energy. The hidden weapon, like a rainstorm pear blossom, enhances the power of the sword to a certain extent.


    Second, it can "destroy corpses and traces".


    After the sword control, the spirit sword is directly "destroyed" in a shattered manner, and no formed sword weapon is left, so it is not easy to see the background of this sword control technique.


    Moreover, this spiritual sword is also cheap.


    Xiao Mutou also studied it for a long time and tried it many times before he refined this crushed spiritual sword.


    Mo Hua came to test the sword again.


    "The second-grade early-grade bird monsters are not good, they are a little weak..."


    Mo Hua said silently in her heart.


    The birds and monsters are already weaker than the beasts, and their skin and flesh defenses are also worse. They just rely on their ability to soar in the sky and have a fast speed, which makes them appear tricky.


    But all of these advantages are restrained by the "Sword-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off-Off


    After Xiaomutuo improved the spirit sword before, Mo Hua was able to "sword control" at one time and kill an eagle demon alone.


    Now that this spiritual sword has been iterated several times, it has been much stronger. Mo Hua wants to try it out with a stronger monster.


    "The second-grade middle-level demon wood eagle."


    This is the purpose specially selected by ink painting.


    The Demon Wood Eagle is relatively weak among the second-grade middle-level monsters, but it is definitely much stronger than the second-grade middle-level monsters.


    Mo Hua calmed down, let go of her spiritual sense, and sat there "waiting for the rabbit".


    Wait for this monster to fly over the sky and let yourself stab a sword.


    But after waiting for a long time, all the second-grade first-level bird monsters flew over.


    Ink painting sighed slightly.


    If you want to encounter a second-grade middle-level monster in the outer mountain, it really depends on luck.


    Of course, it is mainly because of the Taixu Sect’s mountain peaks, which are a bit ruthless.


    Although there are too many monsters in the Demon Refining Mountain and they cannot kill them all, the monsters also know which mountain is dangerous and where the monks are dangerous, and they will migrate according to the situation.


    There are fewer second-grade first-level monsters, and there are naturally even fewer middle-level monsters.


    Ink painting is helpless.


    "Let''s take a look?"


    You may be able to encounter these hills that leave Taixu Sect.


    Anyway, I''m all in the outer mountains and I''ve stepped on some of them, so there won''t be too much danger.


    Mo Hua put away his sword, stood up and looked into the distance, then picked a direction where he felt that he might have encountered a monster, and walked straight over.


    After leaving the mountain at Taixu Gate, the surrounding mountains seemed a little unfamiliar.


    After walking for a while, I met several disciples from other sects.


    Some of them were wearing sect robes, while others were not.


    The people wearing Taoist robes in the sect are because there are many disciples of the same sect and they must take care of each other.


    The one who was not wearing Taoist robe was a team of three or five, who did not expose their background in order to act in a low-key manner.


    Mo Hua thought for a while, silently took off his Taixu Door Robe and changed into a light gray casual dress.


    It’s better to be alone, it’s better to be low-key.


    After walking like this for a while, Mo Hua finally found the traces of a second-grade middle-level demon wood eagle.


    He let go of his spiritual sense and followed the traces to a forest. Sure enough, he saw the eagle demon circling above the forest, with fierce eyes and harsh hissings from time to time.


    The eagle demon has a huge body and a faint momentum that is somewhat amazing.


    Whether it is blood and magic power, it is one level higher than ordinary second-grade first-level monsters.


    Mo Hua looked back and first chose a way to escape for himself.


    If the sword flew out and did not seriously damage the eagle demon, then you must make a quick decision and escape.


    Otherwise, it would be a little troublesome to be targeted by this eagle demon.


    After choosing the route in the ink painting to ensure that everything is foolproof, start sitting on the ground, take out the spiritual sword, lock the enemy with spiritual consciousness, and control the sword with spiritual consciousness.


    As soon as the divine thought moves, the spiritual sword resonates.


    A dazzling golden light suddenly appeared, drawing a sharp golden thread from the sky. Accompanied by the slight sound of the sword, it hit the demon wood eagle hovering in the air with a thunderous momentum.


    The moment the spiritual sword hit, the golden sword energy bloomed.


    The sword energy turned into the sword formation was like a small hurricane, strangling the body of the demon wood eagle.


    The spirit sword itself was also destroyed by the sword energy and shattered.


    The sword body was shattered and cracked into shattered sword pieces, mixed with the sword energy, exploded like golden fireworks during the day.


    The broken sword and the sword energy are strangled together.


    Even the second-grade middle-level demon wood eagle suddenly became difficult to resist.


    Its feathers were shattered by the sword energy, and at the same time, the shattered spiritual sword also cut its flesh.


    This kind of crushed sword-controlling sword is also considered to be the unity of sword energy and sword weapon in another sense.


    With a shrill roar, the demon wood eagle fell from the air.


    With one sword, the ink painting, which had already been prepared to escape at any time, was happy to see this.


    The power of this crushed sword is even stronger than he expected.


    According to his experience, birds and monsters will not suffer any injuries that fall directly from the air.


    Ink painting decided to go forward and take a look.


    If this monster is too seriously injured and has the chance to kill, then make up for it.


    A second-grade mid-level monster, even if it is injured by the sword energy and its physical body is incomplete, it is a great achievement.


    If this demon wood eagle has strong demonic power and is not seriously injured. Then even if it is lucky.


    I won’t provoke it.


    Mo Hua followed the direction where the demon wood eagle fell, but when he arrived, he was a little surprised.


    There is no figure of the demon wood eagle...


    In front of him was a small cliff.


    When the demon wood eagle fell to the ground, it seemed to have pounced a few times. By chance, it fell down from the cliff again.


    I looked over and saw that the cliff was not high. Although it was a little cloudy, I could vaguely see the mountains and forests under the cliff.


    It doesn''t seem dangerous.


    Mo Hua thought about it and attached his spiritual power to his hands and feet, leaned against the cliff, and fell down little by little.


    But the cliff is steep and the mountain is higher than he thought.


    It took nearly half an hour before the ink painting fell to the bottom of the cliff.


    At the bottom of the cliff, there is a lush forest of grass and trees, and there is still no trace of the demon wood eagle.


    Mo Hua released his spiritual consciousness, sensed the breath, and used the heavenly secrets to detect cause and effect. Finally, he found blood that penetrated into the soil and a faint ray of cause and effect energy on the ground.


    Ink painting follows the energy and moves forward.


    After about a cup of tea, he suddenly stopped, looked up, his eyes slightly condensed.


    He found the demon wood eagle.


    But his monster was stolen!


    At this time, the demon wood eagle was dead, lying on the ground, with blood flowing away, completely losing its breath.


    In addition to the fine golden sword marks, there was another obvious sword injury on its bruised body, which seemed to be injured by the extremely sharp and powerful sword energy, which was why it was killed.


    Next to the demon wood eagle, there was a boy standing.


    The boy was wearing a light green robe. He looked not very old, with a handsome face, fair skin, arrogance between his eyebrows and eyes, and his eyes were as sharp as a sword.


    Not only his eyes, but even his whole body, standing there, was like a sharp spiritual sword.


    Mo Hua''s eyes were slightly deeper. After thinking about it, she still did not deliberately hide her breath and walked straight out, walking ten feet away from the boy.


    The young man noticed the sound of footsteps and slowly turned around. His cold eyes touched the ink painting, and he was stunned for a moment.


    Ink painting straight to the point, pointed at the demon wood eagle and said:


    "This monster is mine."


    When the young man in green heard this, his expression became cold again, and even with obvious hostility.


    "your?"


    His voice was both as crisp as a young man, and as chill as a sword.


    "Yes," Mo Hua nodded and pointed upwards, "I killed it with my sword, fell off the cliff, and fell here."


    Killed with a sword...


    The boy looked at the sword marks on the Demon Wood Eagle''s body, and the hostility in his eyes suddenly became heavier, and he sneered:


    “Now it’s mine.”


    Mo Hua was stunned, his eyes slightly condensed, and he said indifferently:


    "You...want to steal my stuff?"


    The young man in green was slightly stunned and sneered:


    "I **** it, so what can I do?"


    The boy''s tone was full of rebelliousness.


    Mo Hua raised her eyebrows slightly.


    He could see that this young man in a light green robe was also in the middle stage of foundation building cultivation. He practiced sword skills and superb sword energy. I don’t know which disciple he was from.


    But no matter which disciple he is, there is no monk from the same level yet who dares to steal his things.


    Even if you **** it, you will vomit your bones and blood.


    Besides, the young man looked rebellious and had obvious hostility towards him, so he obviously would not give up easily.


    The ink painting''s eyes were slightly deep, and he said slowly:


    "If you dare to steal my stuff, don''t blame me for being rude..."


    The mountains and forests were silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little depressed.


    The young man in green opposite looked cold, but his heart couldn''t help but sink.


    This little devil, something is wrong...


    Although his blood and energy are weak and his spiritual power is weak, the breath around him is surrounded by a faint sense of oppression.


    At that moment, he realized that the little devil in front of him was definitely not an ordinary character.


    This kind of oppression is hard to explain, but it is extremely clear.


    This intuition from "sword heart is clear" tells him that the young man in front of him must be a "big enemy" that cannot be underestimated.


    But this also aroused the arrogance in his heart.


    People who practice swords should be fearless and unafraid of swords.


    The young man in green was a little nervous and excited at the same time.


    Only by defeating a strong enemy can his sword skills be stronger!


    Although I don’t know where the little monk in front of me is strong, my intuition will not deceive people, and Jian Xin’s premonition will not be fake.


    The young man in green slowly pulled out the long sword in his hand.


    His long sword is an ancient sword that is simple and ethereal, with inexplicable meaning.


    The sword body is shining, with a faint blue light, like the clear moonlight, and it hides an elegant murderous intent.


    He looked focused, his eyes were cold, and his sword energy was flowing all over his body, and he had an inviolable aura.


    Mo Hua raised her eyebrows slightly.


    What a sharp sword energy.


    In his same class, he had never seen such a strong sword cultivator.


    Even Situ Jian never had such a sword power.


    In the mountains and forests, a sword light flashed and a murderous opportunity suddenly appeared.


    There was no nonsense. The young man in blue pointed his long sword and a light blue sword light came like an arc of crescent moon, breaking through the sky.


    The body of ink painting is like water, so you can avoid it calmly.


    The sword energy slashed past Mo Hua, cut off the trunk of the tree and sank into the ground, leaving a clear sword mark.


    This sword mark is almost exactly the same as the sword mark on the demon wood eagle.


    Mo Hua lost a fireball technique with her backhand.


    This fireball technique is not as powerful as the sword light of the young man in blue, but it is fast and accurate.


    The young man in blue turned into a sword light, flashed a few times, and then opened the distance, but the fireball technique seemed to lock him, and he circled slightly, changed the distance, and flew towards him again.


    The young man in blue looked slightly dark. With a long sword slashed, a sword light split the fireball technique, and the two canceled out.


    But the power of fireball technique is obviously not as powerful as sword energy.


    In the blink of an eye, the second fireball technique came again.


    The pupils of the young man in blue shrank slightly.


    This spell is too fast.


    He slashed a sword light with his backhand, which offset the fireball again.


    “Fortunately, it’s not powerful…”


    The young man in green said silently.


    After that, the two of them set fireballs and I slashed the sword light. At the same time, they used their body skills to move around and move, constantly fighting in the mountains and forests.


    Both sides are testing.


    I want to try Mo Hua, how powerful the swordsman of this young man in blue is.


    The young man in green wanted to try out what other methods there are to paint in ink.


    After a while, the ink painting felt that it was almost done.


    The sword energy is very strong, but it is the top level in the middle stage of foundation building. There may be a big killer move, but he will definitely not be able to use it in front of him.


    The boy''s body movement seems to be a sword escape method.


    Fast is fast, but not fast, and it is like the sword light, straightforward and lacks change.


    Mo Hua began to consider what method to use to take down the young man in green.


    Should I use the small meteorite forbidden technique in close proximity, or use my spiritual sense to control the sword?


    Or you can secretly draw the formation, ambush your hand, and then bombard it with magic...


    Ink painting is a bit entangled.


    What is confusing is that some means that are too powerful are not easy to use.


    Although this young man stole his monster and had a bad temper, he couldn''t really beat him to death because of this, otherwise he would cause trouble.


    It''s a bit difficult to win without killing...


    On the other hand, the young man in green was a little irritable.


    Turning and turning, it is fireball technique.


    The two of them went back and forth and fought for dozens of rounds, but this little kid was all using fireball techniques.


    "Are you humiliating yourself?!"


    The young man in blue was slightly angry, and then said coldly: "You only know the fireball technique? What about your swordsmanship in the Kinmen Break? Why not use it?"


    Mo Hua lost two more fireball techniques and said inexplicably: "I am not a Kinmen Break, what kind of sword technique can I use?"


    The young man in green was stunned when he heard this, and then he cut out two more sword energy to offset the fireball technique, and then frowned and asked:


    "You didn''t break the Kinmen?"


    Mo Hua asked back, "How come I look like the one who broke the Kinmen?"


    The young man in green pointed at the demon wood eagle, "You said you killed this eagle. Are the sword marks on it not the broken gold sword energy?"


    Mo Hua was stunned and thought to herself that it was.


    His spiritual sense of sword control was used by the sword formation of Duanjin Gate. The sword energy of Duanjin Gate was naturally triggered.


    Of course, the Broken Gold Sword Qi and other things are definitely not recognized.


    Mo Hua said: "This is the sword energy passed down from my family. Why is it the broken gold sword energy?"


    The young man in green frowned, "This sword energy is the golden system..."


    "Gold is one of the five elements. There are so many sword cultivators in this world who practice the golden sword energy. What does it have to do with him breaking the Golden Gate?"


    Ink painting is confident and proud.


    The young man in blue was stunned and had nothing to say.


    This seems to be...it is indeed wrong.


    The Duanjin Gate is known for its golden sword energy, but not all the golden sword inheritances are all from the Duanjin Gate...


    It was when I saw these golden sword marks that I concluded that the eagle demon was injured by the broken golden gate with sword energy, so I broke the arbitrary...


    The young man in green silently put away his long sword.


    Mo Hua was a little surprised, "You won''t hit you?"


    The young man in green bowed and said frankly:


    "I''m abrupt, sorry..."


    Although he apologized, his face was stiff and he was obviously a little awkward.


    Seeing that he apologized so directly, Mo Hua was a little surprised. He pointed to the demon wood eagle, "Then this monster..."


    The young man in green was a little hesitant, but hesitated for only a moment, and then simply said:


    “It’s yours.”


    Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction when he heard this.


    If you don’t steal your own monster, you are a good child.


    There are only some misunderstandings. He has a lot of them, so he doesn’t care.


    Mo Hua held her hands behind her back, raised her sleeves, her eyes turned from deep to clear, and she restrained her murderous intent.


    The young man in green looked at Mo Hua and found that the strange sense of oppression and heart-wrenching threat in Mo Hua''s body disappeared in an instant, and his heart was slightly shaken.


    He looked at Mo Hua deeply and asked solemnly:


    "What kind of sect are you from?"


    Mo Hua frowned slightly.


    The boy spoke a little straightforwardly, his face was a little cold, and he was arrogant and not very polite.


    Mo Hua said to him, "Before asking someone about their origin, you must report to your own home."


    The young man in green was stunned and realized that he had neglected, so he bowed:


    "Disciples of the outer sect of Chongxu Sect..."


    "Linghu laughs."


    Ink painting was stunned.


    Linghu laughs?


    He looked at the boy''s cold face and said in his heart:


    This Linghu laughed, I never saw him laughing...


    ?Thank you for the rewards from Xin and Nianqing in the last issue~


    ??Written a little more, it’s even late, sorry~


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    (This chapter ends)