"The number of sword shapes condensed into sword mounts exceeds eight thousand!?"

Qin Mo was also shocked when he noticed his own state. He naturally understood what this meant.

In his previous life, he was a "mediocre person" and did not have a deep understanding of other aspects of advanced martial arts. However, he had a deep understanding of the kendo.

Because his beauty is an unparalleled genius of swordsmanship on the mainland.

The sword pedestal has more than 8,000 sword shapes. Not to mention the area of ​​a battle city, even the vast territory of Zhentian Kingdom, it is difficult to have one in hundreds of years.

At this time, Qin Mo suddenly realized that the number of sword shapes constructed by the sword pedestal was still increasing, and it had exceeded 8,700. According to this trend, it was very likely that the number of swords exceeded 9,000.

Nine Thousand Swordsman!?

This is a level. Qin Mo once heard that the man talk about the number of sword shapes constructed by the sword pedestal. If the number exceeds nine thousand, it represents the qualifications of the swordsman, which is rare in a thousand years.

...

"Xuechen, when you condense your sword seat, what is the number of sword shapes? Is it the ultimate number of ten thousand swords?"

"No, it's eight thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine swords..."

In a pavilion on the top of the mountain, Qin Mo was stunned when he heard Xiao Xuechen's answer. This man was born with a sword soul. Moreover, he was a flawless sword soul. He achieved 90% of the innate sword light and condensed the sword seat. The number of sword shapes was at least 9,000, so why was it less than 9,000?

Looking at Qin Mo's confused expression, Xiao Xuechen smiled and told him the reason was that she suffered some damage to her body when she was in her teens. Therefore, when the sword seat was formed, the number of sword shapes was less than 9,000.

It was not until a long time later that Qin Mo realized how fatal the so-called "some damage" was for Xiao Xuechen.

...

"Xuechen..."

Qin Mo whispered in his heart, controlling the sword pedestal with his thoughts. When the number of sword shapes reached 8,999, his body shook, restrained his sword energy, and dispersed the sword pedestal.

At this time, Qin Mo opened his eyes, and two sword lights came out, cutting out two deep sword marks on the ground.

"Are the ninety percent innate sword light, sword pedestal formed?" Qin Mo murmured to himself, for some reason, and there was a hint of melancholy in his heart.

In the distance, Old Jian and Yin Hongling were stunned and the two of them were already a little numb.

"Eighty thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine..., this kid..." Yin Hongling's expression changed, and she had not yet come back to her senses from the shock.

Mr. Jian’s body trembled slightly. This young man’s sword skills are his dream disciple!

At this time, Qin Mo turned his head, looked at Yin Hongling, and smiled and said, "Sister Hongling, 90% of the innate sword light has been achieved. Unfortunately, he failed to achieve his wish and entered the Grandmaster realm. Is this old man...?"

When Qin Mo noticed the existence of the sword elder, his heart thumped. After 90% of the innate sword light was cultivated, his perception became more and more powerful. From the old man, he felt an unparalleled sword intent.

Immediately, Qin Mo came to the conclusion that this was a powerful man in the heavenly realm and a peerless swordsman.

"Hmph! You kid, just be content with such a sword throne!" Yin Hongling gave him a blank look and said, "This old man is the sword old man from the Crazy Winter War City. He wants to talk to you."

Crazy Winter War City, Old Man Sword!?

Qin Mo's eyes widened slightly. He was well-known for this name. Old Man Jian was one of the strongest people in the Crazy Winter War City, and it can even be said that he was one of the strongest people in the Ten Great War City.

"Hello, Mr. Jian! Qin Mo is in Xiaxiling Zhancheng·Qianyuan Sect·Qin Mo!" Qin Mo bowed with his fists.

Upon hearing this, the boss Jian laughed and nodded: "Okay, Qin Mo, a good name! Your talent for swordsmanship is really the only one I have seen in my life. I don't know if I want to become my disciple? Don't worry, if you have a master, I can talk about it. I believe that your master will agree to be your second master."

Next to him, Yin Hongling snorted and thought to himself that in order to accept a disciple, this old man was really shameless and was willing to be Qin Mo's second master. It seems that Qin Mo could not refuse.

However, Qin Mo was stunned for a moment, shook his head firmly and said apologetically: "Sorry! Senior Jian, thank you for your kindness. However, I once vowed that in this life, I will never join the sect of Crazy Winter War City, nor will I become a disciple of any strong man in Crazy Winter War City."

Suddenly, Old Jian and Yin Hongling were stunned. What kind of oath is this? How could he make such an oath?

"Qin Mo, are you lying to me? If you have any hidden secrets, just tell me and I will help you solve the problem!" Old Jian said repeatedly.

He was indeed a little panicked. If Qin Mo looked for other excuses to refuse, Mr. Jian was confident that as long as he put down his figure, the young man would agree.

However, once the oath is involved, it will be troublesome.

"Senior Jian, this is true. I didn't lie to you." Qin Mo said with a wry smile, and the figure of the Yin Gui Ancient Road, the figure of the elf-like girl, appeared in his mind.

After a year of separation, I don’t know if that girl is safe in the Misty Winter War City.

Yin Hongling's beautiful eyes were flashing, and she was also very curious about why Qin Mo made such a vow.

At this moment, waves of sounds breaking through the air came, and figures came into the air.

"Well? Dongshi Mansion, that old man Huo Lin?" Yin Hongling looked up and saw one of the figures, and his face was immediately full of murderous intent.

Immediately, she waved her cloud sleeves and removed the light shield around the lake, revealing the situation on the island.

In the air, martial arts powerful men rushed over and landed one after another, standing on the lake, but did not set foot on the island.

These people all noticed that there were two peerless powerful men on the island. If they stepped in rashly and were bombarded by these two peerless powerful men, they would not only be embarrassed, but also likely to lose their lives.

"Yin Hongling!?"

In the air, Huo Lin barely arrived and saw the beautiful woman on the island. His face suddenly changed drastically, revealing an incredible look.

At the same time, Marshal Kong also rushed to the sky. Seeing the three people on the island, his face moved, but he smiled.

At this time, Yin Hongling's moving voice sounded: "Master Kong, Lord Huo, since you are all here, why not talk to me on my island?"

Marie Kong laughed loudly, and his body moved, and he had already fallen.

Huo Lin's face was gloomy, his robe was fluttering, and his body slowly landed.

"Qin Mo, good boy. The innate group competition has only been over for a few days before it condensed into a sword throne. It's a good job!" Mr. Kong smiled and nodded.

Qin Mo clasped his fists, thanked him with a smile, then looked at Huo Lin and said lightly: "The Grandmaster Group Competition is about to be. I still want to learn how powerful Sheng Jingfeng from the East Master Mansion is? Master Huo, your first person in the innate realm of the East Master Mansion has accidentally died at my hands. I hope that in the Grandmaster Group, Sheng Jingfeng will not repeat the same mistakes as his junior brother."

These words were filled with murderous aura, and they clearly told Huo Lin that the Grandmaster Group competition was between Qin Mo and Sheng Jingfeng, either he died or I died.

These words were said very lightly, but they were clearly heard into the ears of the powerful people around them.

Many people's hearts were thrilled. They had already recognized that this young man was Qin Mo who was shining with a sword. Unexpectedly, this young man achieved 90% of his innate sword light in just a few days and condensed into a sword throne.

"Great spirit! At the peak of the ninth stage of the innate Ninth Stage, I dare to speak out and challenge the strongest young master in Dongcheng. This young man is worthy of being a sword genius, with sharp words and acting like a sword." Someone whispered softly.

The old man Jian learned about Qin Mo's many things from Kong Hongwei, and immediately looked at Huo Lin with a bad expression.

With the wisdom of the old man Jian, after thinking about it, he already understood why there are few rumors about Qin Mo in Donglie's main city.

Huo Lin's face turned pale, he stared at Qin Mo and said in a cold voice: "Qin Mo, young people should know a little bit of depth. Too arrogant, they often die on these two words."

In the words, Huo Lin also showed his murderous intentions. Seeing Yin Hongling and Qin Mo unharmed, the latter also made a breakthrough and condensed into a sword throne.

Such an accident made Huo Lin’s murderous intent towards Qin Mo reach the extreme, and this son must not be kept!

As he said that, Huo Lin's body shook and he had already flew up. He left like Qingyan. He knew that it would be embarrassing to continue to stay.

At this time, two more figures arrived in the air, crossed Huo Lin and landed on the island. It was Xu Baiyuan and the old man in gray robe.

"Old Jian, why is Lord Huo leaving?" Xu Baiyuan landed and asked in surprise.

Suddenly, Xu Boyuan's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes straightened, and he stared at Qin Mo blankly, his expression as if he was a ghost.

Qin Mo also looked stagnant, "Uncle Xu..." He didn't expect to meet Xu Boyuan here.
Chapter completed!