Shen Gu raised the bloody knife and pointed it at the ink painting, "If you were only of this level, you would die here today. The foundation of your spiritual thoughts and the full embryo of the gods will also become my nourishment and pave the way for me to become a god.

The road..."

Mo Hua looked indifferent and said nothing, but re-manifested a sword of spiritual thought.

This sword is no longer golden, but light yellow. The sword energy is continuous, thick and peaceful, neither fast nor slow. It looks extremely powerful and powerful as the Tai'a Kaishan Sword.

The style of the sword is like earth, carrying great virtues and being endlessly prosperous.

The scarlet eyes of the god's skeleton turned, and his body turned into blood, disappearing in an instant. In just a moment, he approached Mo Hua again. The blood knife carried an extremely sharp killing intent and struck straight at Mo Hua's head. However, this knife was blocked.

Tai'a Kaishan Sword, with its powerful sword style, blocked the fierce blood knife from Shen Gu. The blood knife did not advance an inch further.

Mo Hua didn't take a step back.

In fact, the two appear to be "evenly matched".

The hollow eyes of the divine skeleton glowed with a glimmer of light, "Blood belongs to water, and earth overcomes water, and...it looked at the golden-like "liquid" flowing in the body of the ink painting and among the limbs and bones.

."Use the power of divine marrow to make up for the gap between the second-grade and third-grade divine thoughts...

Shen Gu's voice was hoarse, "Not bad..."

Mo Hua snorted coldly, swung open the bloody sword of the divine corpse with one sword, then activated the divine marrow, inspired the power of divine thoughts, and injected it into the Kaishan Sword in his hand, filled with the majestic aura of swordsmanship.

Mo Hua held the Tai'a Kaishan Sword, and with a twist of the blade, he began to fight with the divine skeleton.

One person and one divine corpse, fighting in close quarters, one sword after another, one move after another, the bloody sword light and the Kaishan sword energy intertwined. The scene was silent but suppressed, and murderous intent overflowed.

The sword of the gods is fast and fierce; the sword of the ink painting is heavy and stable.

In just the blink of an eye, swords clashed and they fought dozens of times. There were blood marks on Mo Hua's body, and there were sword marks on the bones of the god's body. Attack and defense were switching rapidly, swords were colliding rapidly, and no one spoke.

, only naked and bloody fighting.

In an instant, he met his opponent.

The divine skeleton was stimulated, stimulating the murderous intention in its heart. The more it fought, the more vigorously it became. The blood and energy all over its body were surging, and its aura was crazy. The knife was getting faster and harder, and the blood-colored knife light was airtight. In its heart, there was almost only

The word "kill".

Mo Hua also felt great pressure.

In this rapid close-quarters strangulation, he had almost no time to condense spells, manifest formations, and devise tactics. He could only kill.

All he can rely on is the "sword" in his hand, which can only be used with sword moves.

And it's not a high-end swordsmanship, but just the most basic sword moves that Patriarch Dugu taught him in the sword tomb in the back mountain. In the face of a truly cruel and fierce fight, all the fancy moves are useless.

It is a burden, and all the redundant skills are useless. Everything is returned to its original nature, only the most basic moves, one chop, one chop, one stab and one kill.

Mo Hua's kendo foundation is very weak, so he has practiced a lot on the basics.

In the back mountain, he meticulously completed all the kendo lessons assigned by Patriarch Dugu. In reality, these sword moves may not be very powerful when used in ink painting.

But now it comes in handy in the battle of spiritual thoughts.

Mo Hua integrated all these basic sword moves into an almost "instinctive" killing. In the extremely fast fight, he didn't care about any sword skills, he only wanted to use the fastest, cruelest, and most powerful sword to slash in front of him.

of divine remains.

At the end of the battle, the fighting reached a fever pitch. Mo Hua's expression was cold, with a hint of bloodthirsty, and his eyes were filled with a hint of madness. He seemed to have forgotten everything, his spells, his formations, and everything else.

Lost himself, even forgetting the sword in his hand.

He forgot whether he was killing or the sword was killing. The sword in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body. He was the sword and the sword was him.

At this moment, Mo Hua vaguely understood what "the way of the sword" was and what "the unity of man and sword" meant. The gods who fought with Mo Hua became more and more frightened.

If it guessed correctly, this little devil should have relied on spells, body movements, and formations to make a living. The previous battles were also full of scheming and cunning. But under the high-pressure fighting, he fought with him in close combat.

After learning how to use the sword, it seemed that the ruthlessness in the little devil's heart was aroused, and he realized something. His sword became faster and faster, and he continued to move forward without stopping, just like a bloodthirsty "little lunatic"

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And the meaning of "kendo" in his sword became stronger and stronger, and the sword energy became sharper and sharper. His own bloody sword gradually could no longer suppress the light of his sword.

"The gods uphold the Tao, and the monks understand the Tao."

"But it can't be this way of 'enlightenment'. The understanding is too outrageous." Shengui's eyes were a little solemn.

As Mo Hua's sword intent became stronger and stronger, its sword power gradually fell into disadvantage. However, Shen Gu remained indifferent and continued to fight with Mo Hua.

After fighting for a while, Mo Hua knocked the skeleton away with a sword, stopped the sword in his hand, and did not move again. He was a little confused, and then gradually realized, and said to the skeleton: "Are you consuming me?"

Shen Gu said indifferently: "The struggle of spiritual thoughts is a waste." "No," Mo Hua shook his head, "You are consuming my body."

At this point in the fight, he suddenly noticed that the blood of his physical body was a little weaker, and then he suddenly realized that the spiritual consciousness was burdened by the physical body.

I only have foundation building cultivation.

This third-grade divine skeleton is the divine thought of the 'Golden Core' realm. It penetrated into the sea of ​​consciousness and exceeded the limits of the body. The divine corpse is an external evil, not one's own divine thought, so it oppresses the sea of ​​consciousness.

Very big.

What's more, just now it went all out and fought with me for so long

The fluctuations of the third-level spiritual thoughts are constantly impacting his sea of ​​consciousness, and naturally impacting his physical body - at least impacting his mind. Mo Hua understood the purpose of this divine skeleton:

If it can kill itself, then it will.

If you can't kill yourself, then consume it until your flesh and blood dries up, your consciousness is chapped, and your body is broken. Then you are equivalent to death.

And if he couldn't kill it quickly, and if he delayed it for a while longer, it would be "himself" who would die in the end. Shen Gu looked at the ink painting and said calmly: "You are really smart."

Mo Hua was not happy at all.

He knew that if he didn't think of a way to kill this "divine skeleton" quickly, once his physical body was gone, he wouldn't be able to cultivate the Tao. What's more, he couldn't afford it.

In order to fight this third-grade divine skeleton, he was constantly consuming "divine marrow". The marrow was precious and hard-earned, and he simply couldn't afford to consume it. By now, he was almost at the point of "running out of gas".

Mo Hua raised his head and looked at Shen Ku, and said calmly: "You are very strong, but I am going to kill you now, and you are going to die." Shen Ku's empty eyes trembled slightly, and then he chuckled:

"You can't kill me with your Tao. Your Tao is too complicated..." "Although it's complicated, there are many," Mo Hua said.

Then he dispersed the Tai'a Mountain Sword in his hand, held it in empty hands, and raised it high above his head. Deep in his eyes, golden light flowed, and his whole aura suddenly changed, like a mountain or abyss, like a saint who sympathized with all living beings, or like a man who was indifferent.

The gods of the common people.

At the same time, countless spiritual thoughts turned into streams of light, gathering in the hands held by Mo Hua. First, the formation, then the formation flowed, manifesting the sword formation, and finally condensed into various sword shapes.

The first one is the Tai'a Kaishan Sword, which is endless, ever-growing, but never moving forward. Then there is the Broken Gold Sword with its sharp edge and brilliant golden light.

The cold and strange Guishui Sword...the flaming Lihuo Sword...

Formations one after another condensed into sword formations and sword styles, overlapping in Mo Hua's hand, condensing into the prototype of a "God-Slaying Sword" that was dazzling, extremely sharp, and terrifying.

This "God-Slaying Sword", due to the fusion of many "sword-forming styles", has a mixed luster and flowing laws, and is longer and wider than the previous sword of divine will. The divine skeleton was horrified to see it.

It never expected that there would be such a "hodgepodge" of spiritual swordsmanship in this world. Moreover, Mo Hua was right, "Although it is complex, there are many...".

There are so many ways of formation, five elements, and swordsmanship contained in it that it is unimaginable, so many that it would make one's scalp numb... No matter how powerful it is, it cannot be used.

While Mo Hua was concentrating his energy and accumulating strength, the blood around the body of the god surged and turned into a streak of blood, heading straight for Mo Hua. The blood knife in his hand also slashed towards Mo Hua's forehead. Halfway through, Mo Hua's pupils flashed, gloomy.

The prison, and the numerous sword lights formed a kendo prison, directly suppressing the divine skeleton.

The sword pierces the bones of the lute, and the seven souls are suppressed in prison. The shocking sword!

At this point, Mo Hua didn't care about any taboos and directly used the Jing Shen Sword Style that was originally "sealed" by him. The body was instantly shocked to the spot, frightened and unable to move.

It estimated that within five breaths, it could break through this divine thought technique, but this time was enough for the little devil in front of it to successfully refine his unknown sword style. "Then let's fight with the Tao.

Tao, let's see who lives and who dies..."

The murderous intention of the divine skeleton was gone, and blood oozed from its scarlet eyes.

Not only its eyes, but its entire body was soaked in blood, becoming bloody, powerful and terrifying.

A flavor of "Tao" emanates from it, mixed with the meaning of slaughter, cruelty, annihilation, killing, death, and "blood".

The blood all over the body of the god condensed upwards, forming a bright red dazzling "blood-slaying blade" above his head. It was unknown how many lives were wiped out and how much blood was swallowed up. After the blood blade was condensed, its powerful spiritual aura was directed toward

Spreading all around, the bloody but pure law of Tao, especially on the hodgepodge of ink painting-like "God-Slaying Sword". The divine skeleton's eyes are cruel.

"This little devil will definitely die today."

But at this moment, Mo Hua's eyes were deep and solemn, and he finally began to gather the last "sword intent".

That is to say, he practiced day and night, practiced diligently, and killed his soul, so that it could be integrated into the soul along with the wounds of his spiritual thoughts. The Taixu Sword Style was the ancient Taixu Sword Style that was painstakingly studied and condensed by the predecessors of the Taixu Sect.

The origin of Taixu Kendo!

".This is?!"

Sensing this aura, Shen Gu was in disbelief for a moment.

Taixu's sword intention is ancient, powerful and unfathomable.

The origin of swordsmanship was integrated into it, and the ink-painted "God-Slaying Sword" truly began to take shape.

Mo Hua gathered his hands above his head, and the aura of the sword of divine thought in his hand suddenly surged, and the shape of the sword doubled in width. The ancient and mysterious Taixu sword intention on it slowly flowed, like the first judgment of heaven and earth, and the vast starry sky.

In the shocked and almost unbelievable gaze of the blood path "divine skeleton", the powerful sword of Taixu's divine will suddenly struck down. Mo Hua shouted crisply:
Chapter completed!