In the main hall, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and countless small sword sounds converged into a stream, like a death knell bell.

Bang!

Mo Tianwei fell to the ground heavily, and only had time to get up slightly sideways, his right hand horizontal sword, trying to block the sword light from the lightning.

However, the sword seemed to be as light as a touch of afternoon sun, but in fact it was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and in just an instant, it shook the cool sword away, opening a bloody hole in her shoulder.

"Hiss......"

Mo Tianwei couldn't help but gasp, fortunately, although Fang Cai didn't block it, he also deflected the sword, otherwise if this sword poked his head, he would have to hit the street now.

The damage of Sword Intent is very high, but the most troublesome part of it is not only the super high attack value, but also the attachment effect - severe pain.

If you can't get rid of the sword intent attached to the wound, that pain will always follow you, like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

However, Mo Tianwei doesn't have the time to get rid of the alien sword intent now—there is no way to do it, this is a divine sword-style sword intent, and she is not qualified enough—the current situation is already very urgent.

The sword just now was already able to seriously injure her, and she didn't have much time, but the sword intent resonance still failed, even if she had a lot of insights, she was never able to grasp the most important touch of charm in the divine sword style, and it was just a matter of showing it.

The sword qi dissipated, Mo Tianwei took a pill, and at this time, she didn't have time to dissolve, and all her mind was invested in analyzing the divine sword style.

What is the most important verve of this sword?

Mo Tianwei recalled the picture scroll formed after the resonance of the sword intent again and again, which was her simulation of the sword-like artistic conception, the gray and blue sea, the roaring wind, the violent waves, the weak and incompetent creatures, and the fluttering one-leaf boat......

Lightning and thunder roared, the gloomy canopy was pierced, and a grim and sneering face seemed to be hidden in the clouds, looking down on the heavens and the earth with pity and mockery, like a god.

At this time, there is only one protagonist who is about to explode in the small universe!

Of course, Mo Tianwei understands this truth, but she can't imagine what the "protagonist" should look like.

Is it the one that was beaten like a dead dog, or the one that was as calm as a mountain?

Is it a wild and rough real man, or a fairy who is easy and dusty?

What kind of mood should he/have in mind created this Divine Sword Style, indifferently, resentfully, never yielding, putting life and death out of the way, and still not regretting nine deaths?

Mo Tianwei didn't know anything, how could he really resonate with the Excalibur style?

The wound on his shoulder was still aching, and what was even worse was that the aura of the Great Dao contained in this sword had almost completely destroyed Mo Tianwei's tattered sword bones - theoretically speaking, the medicinal power of Zixiao bamboo shoots that should be able to support ten years was actually consumed in less than two years, Huo Yuanchun must not have expected that his apprentice would be able to wave to such an extent and be involved in something far from being able to settle with him.

At this time, Mo Tianwei couldn't be distracted, she was like a fledgling rookie director, how should the scene be set next? What should the actors' makeup and costumes be? What kind of state should the actors be in and what emotions should they deduce?

No...... It's too complicated for me to do it!

Cold sweat quickly crawled all over Mo Tianwei's forehead, she breathed deeply, but there seemed to be a voice in her heart persuading her, give up, you can't do it, what are you waiting for?

"I can't...... I can't ......," she muttered.

"You can, you can't do it, that's not brave, it's just irresponsible for life, you invite the luck of heaven to live a lifetime, how can you be so ignorant of cherish......ing?

"No...... I...... I can't escape, I can't leave. Mo Tianwei stretched out his hand to block his eyes, it was pitch black, and there was a trace of grievance in his voice, like a poor worm who still couldn't see hope after working hard for a long time, "I can't go." ”

"You still have the Sword Shrine Trial Order, have you forgotten? it will teleport you to the Sword Shrine, you can leave ......"

Mo Tianwei's heart moved, as if he remembered something, and couldn't help but want to take out the Sword Shrine Trial Order.

However, at this moment, the sword ghost reappeared, and it had no emotion to "look" lightly, but the unfluctuating "gaze" made Mo Tianwei couldn't help but be stunned, ashamed of the sudden retreat thought.

It's no wonder that she doesn't have a strong heart, who can be steadfast under the majesty of the Excalibur? She has persevered for so long, how many times she has been hacked, and she has done a good enough.

The sword ghost didn't care what she was thinking, and still slashed down with a sword.

At this moment, time seems to be stretched infinitely.

Thousands of sword qi like silk, Zheng Zheng sword sound, ethereal and majestic sword intent...... All dissipated, without a trace.

Mo Tianwei's eyes did not have the sword light that seemed to be able to open the world, what she saw was the scenes in her two lifetimes, one by one.

If it's me who wields this sword?

Yes!

Mo Tianwei suddenly realized, the Tao began with me, I was understanding the artistic conception of this sword, and I didn't want to completely restore it, why should I think about what the protagonist looks like?

Isn't the protagonist me!

In the middle of the boat, an indifferent young man appeared.

The black clouds and the wind cannot hide their splendour, and the waves of the Hanhai cannot break their arrogance!

How should this sword be?

This time, Mo Tianwei didn't think about it, what should he do, what should he do, since he was a sword cultivator, he would kill all those who stood in his way with a sword...... Whether it's ants or gods!

"Alas......"

There seemed to be a long sigh in my ears, and when I heard it, I felt that the years were gone.

The sea is still the same, the waves are still the same, but the boat is no longer a teenager, but a not burly back.

His back was already slightly rickety, three thousand green silks of snow, the pain and grinding that the years had inflicted on him, and only one back was revealed.

The face of the god in the clouds loomed, and a huge voice floated down: "Yue Jiu sighs, your lord, you have entered reincarnation!"

He was silent, but Mo Tianwei suddenly felt a strong sense of sadness, and his heart seemed to be suddenly missing something, empty.

Jian Xiu stood on top of the flat boat, drifting with the waves, the three-foot Qingfeng hovered beside him, and the treasure light flickered, just like his emotions at this time, it was clear and uncertain.

"Yue Jiu sighs!

Jian Xiu finally reacted, he sighed lightly, and the long sword seemed to sense his mood and flew into his hand.

The rampant laughter of the gods filled the heavens and the earth, and the sword cultivator was as if he had not heard it, and stroked the snowy blade with his left hand, and said in a low voice: "Thank you, accompany me on the last journey of this life......"

The long sword shone brightly, as if in response: "No regrets!"

In the next moment, Mo Tian trembled slightly, and an indescribable emotion suddenly surged into his heart, was it grief, regret, or anger?

Or is it joy, is it attachment, is it sweet?

No, it's neither!

That's a seemingly unrelated overbearing!

yes, overbearing!

Mo Tianwei suddenly realized, she watched this sword crisscross thousands of miles, cut through the waves of the Hanhai Sea, tearing through the heavy clouds and wind, so fast that it was unimaginable, so strong that heaven and earth could not bear its weight, and in an instant, she came to the god with a smug smile on his face, and a sword ...... Flesh and blood flying!

Even the divine soul was slashed by the mighty sword light, leaving no trace, completely annihilated between heaven and earth!

Even if fate never smiles, even if I am at the end of my rope, I can still stand proudly between heaven and earth and kill all enemies!

Isn't this overbearing?

Everything completely dissipated, Mo Tianwei returned to the main hall, and the last thing he saw was that the sword was cultivated into snow, and the long sword in his hand broke inch by inch and fell into the sea.

•

Kyauk-kyauk, who was watching from the sidelines, widened in shock and disbelief.

It's been so many years, how many years have I not seen anyone resonate with the boss's sword intent.

Although it has been living in the Relic Mansion for many years, it has also made some rough judgments about the outside world through the monks who have accidentally entered the Relic Mansion over the years - the river is going down, but that's it.

It thought it would probably never see it again, but it didn't want to be a big surprise today.

It hurriedly took out the token, wanting to contact the boss, but it didn't want to wait for him to contact, the token was already flashing,

An illusory figure emerged from it, and without looking at Jiaojiao too much, it fell directly on Mo Tianwei in the main hall, "It's him, resonating with my sword intent?"

•

In the torrent of time and space, in a large world, on the top of the snow-capped mountains, a figure sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes.

He was exactly the same as the sword cultivator he saw in Mo Tianwei's sword intent resonance, but there was a little more red dust and fireworks than at that time, which was an inevitable situation after becoming a god, because he had already abandoned the path......

The cold snowflakes covered his hair, and he didn't know if the snow had dyed the green silk white, or if the green silk had already become twilight snow.

He looked in a daze, and there ......

Someone resonated with his sword intent.

He has only left his sword intent in one place, and that is the land of the lord's inheritance, that is, someone is about to get the inheritance?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh again, how many years have passed, he still hasn't been able to wait for the Lord to be reincarnated, he should have understood that the Lord has failed to compete for the Holy Throne, how can those saints let the Lord have a chance to enter the reincarnation?

The smiling goddess in my memory will not come back......

And now, someone is about to inherit her Dao lineage, and Yue Jiu sighs don't know whether she is more relieved or sad.

"Alas......"

He sighed softly, and that was fine......

•

After Yue Jiusi's wisp of divine soul appeared in the relict mansion, Jiaojiao immediately informed him of the situation at this time, and then the man in white, the big cat and the crane fairy also appeared one by one.

Yue Jiu sighed and looked at the only five of them, his heart was sour, there were thousands of people who served under the seat of the goddess back then!

However, everything has disappeared, and if he hadn't taken refuge under the throne of the saint of Zhendingtian, he would not have been able to live until now......

If the Lord comes back and sees this scene, he can't help but be saddened, right?

"I'm really old, when did I become so sentimental?" Yue Jiu sighed and teased himself in his heart.

Immediately, his gaze fell on Mo Tianwei.

At this time, Mo Tianwei had already woken up from the resonance of the sword intent, because the resonance was successful, so this sword did not hurt her, but she stood in place in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

Yue Jiu sighed: "It's been so many years, and it's not that no one has come to this point, but none of those people have comprehended the true meaning of the sword of [Seven Thoughts]. ”

"Sadness, regret, regret, unwillingness, anger?"

"Yes, there is, but how could I let these emotions affect me back then?"

"In the face of the enemy, it is enough to be domineering!"

Mo Tianwei slowly opened his eyes, and his mood was very complicated.

On the one hand, she was indeed amazed by the power and beauty of this sword, but on the other hand, what she saw and heard when the sword intent resonated made her a little puzzled.

A sword cultivator, such a powerful sword cultivator, actually has a so-called "master"? And it is not a nominal master, but a master who recognizes and submits from the heart.

Since he is a sword cultivator, why can he live under people and be willing to recognize the Lord?

Recalling the complicated feelings at that time, Mo Tianwei felt that he might have known something amazing-Yue Jiu sighed, was he willing to surrender because he liked his lord?

It turns out that the word love is so mysterious and unpredictable, that even the sword cultivator who is recognized as the hardest bone can be convinced.

"I'll never be like him. Mo Tianwei thought to himself, "I'm not the same kind of person as him!"

Yue Jiu sighs will surrender to others because of love, and because of love and obsession, even his own avenue can be changed, but Mo Tianwei will always remember his original intention, my way is free, no one can touch my heart with affection!

Maybe some people appreciate Yue Jiusi's persistence and disgust Mo Tianwei's ruthlessness, or maybe some people despise Yue Jiusi's obsession and like Mo Tianwei's leisurely - like people drinking water, cold and warm self-knowing, no one is right or wrong, but the Tao is different, not conspiring with each other!

Maybe Mo Tianwei can't reach the general realm of Yue Jiusi, but their souls are equal, at this moment, as a sword cultivator, they stand at the height of equality, and they are qualified to evaluate each other's gains and losses.

And Mo Tianwei also saw where the shortcomings of this divine sword style were, and it was also a coincidence - if she and Yue Jiu Si were the same kind of people, she might not be able to see it; if she was completely different from Yue Jiu Si, then she would only want to completely crack this sword; only in this case, she and Yue Jiu Si had similarities, but there were also completely differences, and she just happened to find the shortcomings.

From this sword, Mo Tianwei could see that Yue Jiu Si had integrated the Lord in his heart into his original Dao, so surrendering to his Lord was surrendering to his Dao, which was no problem, and his sword was still extraordinary.

But the problem is that the Lord in his heart is not the real Lord, and there is a difference between imaginary people and real people, no matter how small the difference is, it still exists - the human heart is unpredictable, the human heart is fickle, so there are few people in the world who regard another person as part of their own way.

That's the problem.

It's just that although she found a problem, how can she make up for the shortcomings in the divine sword style?

Eliminate the "Lord"? Then the Excalibur Pose is not the Excalibur Pose, but another swordsmanship.

Mo Tianwei was at a loss.