Chapter 747: The boy controls the sword with divine consciousness, uses spiritual consciousness as the control, uses the spiritual sword as the medium, uses the sword array as the form, and uses the laws of spiritual power reversal and spiritual power fusion to cause terrifying lethality...
Mo Hua feels terrible just thinking about it.
But it's a pity...
Until now, he has never formally learned about formations.
As for the sword formation, he only learned the "Broken Gold Sword Formation", let alone the "Kendo Formation Style" that simplifies the complex and unites the masses into one, which involves the origin of the sword.
This goal is still too far away.
However, thanks to this, ink painting gradually gained ideas and direction.
The combination of divine sword control and formation killing.
From now on, I will learn more about formations and understand the laws of all things;
I will practice more sword-fighting to improve my knowledge of swordsmanship.
One day in the future, Hui Shen will realize the Great Dao and become one with the sword formation, creating a "big killing" swordsmanship that uses "divine sword control" as the method, the sword as the form, and the formation as the core, and carries the power of the Great Dao law. device”!
Mo Hua was looking forward to it.
He patted Ouyang Mu on the shoulder and said with hope:
"You must learn how to make swords!"
From now on, sword making will have to rely on small pieces of 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 make swords.
The quality of the spirit sword has now reached its limit.
The power of the sword has also reached its bottleneck.
Ouyang Mu can only think about improvement methods from other angles. The first is to reduce costs.
The "unorthodox" sword-controlling technique of Mo Hua will "sacrifice" a spiritual sword every time it is used.
The spirit sword has become a consumable.
If used for a long time, it will be a huge expense.
Ouyang Mu thought that since the power could not be increased, he would reduce the cost and save some merit for Senior Brother Mo.
Merit is hard to earn.
He knew this very well.
Although he now forges swords for Senior Brother Mo, he also eats meat and soup, and earns a considerable amount of merit, but the habit of "diligence and thrift" is still engraved in his bones.
Ouyang Mu chatted with Mo Hua, and then began to try how to reasonably "cut corners" and use some "cheap" materials to refine the spirit sword without reducing its power.
Generally, spirit swords need to be used for a long time, taking into account both power and durability. Therefore, the sword-making process is cumbersome and the refining materials are expensive. You get what you pay for, and there is no room for cutting corners.
But with a sword like Mo Hua, if the sword formation explodes and the spirit sword is used once, it will break.
Therefore, in order to make the spirit sword "strong and durable", "the sword shape is stable", "beautiful and elegant"... and many other traditional sword-making ideas can be abandoned.
Even the sword itself can adopt an "explosion" structure.
Not strong, durable and stable, but flammable, explosive and bursting.
This is what Mo Hua said accidentally.
Ouyang Mu also knew for the first time that swords could have this weird "refining method".
Weapon refining is not always done "by the book", and is done meticulously and according to the specifications.
"The norms of things are set by people, and things are dead and people are alive. We must flexibly change rigid 'things' according to living people..."
So says the ink painting.
Ouyang Mu felt like he was enlightened and said in admiration:
"Senior Brother Mo, you know a lot!"
Although Senior Brother Mo’s weapon refining skills are not very good, what he said really makes sense!
“Objects are dead, people are alive, people-oriented, regardless of form...”
Ouyang Mu nodded seriously.
In this way, Ouyang Mu, a child who was originally a bit stiff and honest, like a "little piece of wood", was gradually "crooked" by the ink painting in weapon refining...
After that, Ouyang Mu began to try more ideas for refining weapons.
Refining weapons is guided by the needs of monks and practical functions, and "the means justify the means" are used to achieve the goal.
Ink painting also saves a lot of worry.
Basically, he only needs to tell what spiritual weapon he needs, what formation he needs to use to achieve the effect, and Xiaomu will go back and think about it by himself, and he can design a weapon refining diagram for Mo Hua the next day.
Tai'amen and Taixumen are also relatively close, making communication easy.
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In this way, several months passed without realizing it.
Under the leadership of Mo Hua, the Taixu Sect's demon hunting "team" continues to grow.
There are more and more "strategies" for hunting monsters.
The process of hunting monsters is becoming clearer and 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 hunted, and the types of materials harvested are also more diverse.
All Taixu Sect disciples who follow Mo Hua and hang out in Monster Hunting Mountain will earn a lot of merit.
And with such a wealth of monster materials, Ouyang Mu's weapon refining level has also improved rapidly.
At the same time, because he often followed Mo Hua and repaired spiritual weapons for Taixu Sect disciples, Ouyang Mu also became familiar with many Taixu Sect disciples.
In Tai'amen, Ouyang Mu is relatively autistic.
Because he had a special background and was a direct descendant of the Ouyang family, he was supposed to be the leader of the sect like his elder brother.
But compared with his brother, he is mediocre, dull and unsociable.
The disciples of Tai Amen looked at him in a strange way.
Jealousy, contempt, alienation, sympathy, all of it.
Ouyang Mu felt very uncomfortable.
But mixing with Mo Hua and the disciples of Taixu Sect, Ouyang Mu felt much more relaxed.
He can refine weapons and forge swords as he pleases.
Others call him "Little Wood", no one cares whether his last name is "Ouyang", and no one compares him with his outstanding brother.
Everyone only regards him as a junior brother and a reliable weapon refiner, and he doesn't need to care about other people's eyes.
Although Ouyang Mu's temperament is still a bit dull, his eyebrows and eyes are much more cheerful, and a simple smile often appears on his thin face.
Even sometimes, he was a little confused.
He is a disciple of Tai'amen, but he doesn't have a good relationship with his fellow sects. How come he somehow gets involved with the disciples of Taixu sect...
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More than a month has passed, and it looks like the Chinese New Year will be here in more than two months.
Mo Hua's fourth year at Taixu Sect is coming to an end despite his busy schedule.
This day was also the tenth day off. Mo Hua went into the mountain as usual, and a group of Taixu Sect disciples greeted him along the way.
"Hello, little senior brother!"
Mo Hua also smiled and waved to say hello one by one.
After walking in the mountains until they reached a secluded place, Mo Hua picked up a big stone and sat cross-legged with the spirit 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 "shattering" spirit sword forged by Xiaomu according to the meaning of the ink painting.
Since the sword he controls is bound to be damaged, it is better to let it be completely shattered.
The moment the sword array explodes, the spiritual sword will also "explode".
This has two advantages.
One is that the spiritual sword explodes, and the fine pieces of the sword will explode in all directions with the sword energy. It is like a hidden weapon like pear blossoms in a rainstorm, which enhances the power of the sword to a certain extent.
The second is that it can "destroy corpses and eliminate traces."
After wielding the sword, the spirit sword is directly "destroyed" in a smashing manner, leaving no formed sword, so it is not easy for others to see the details of this sword-controlling technique.
Moreover, this spirit sword is also cheap to make.
Xiaomu also studied for a long time and tried many times before refining this crushing spirit sword.
Mo Hua then came to try the sword again.
"The second-grade elementary bird monsters are not good enough, they are a bit weak..."
Mo Hua said silently in his heart.
Birds and demonic beasts are inherently weaker than animals, and their skin and flesh defenses are also inferior. It is only because of their ability to fly in the sky and their speed that they are very difficult to deal with.
But these advantages are all restrained by the "sword control" of Mo Hua.
After Xiaomu improved the spirit sword before, Mo Hua was able to "control the sword" and kill an eagle demon alone.
Now that this spirit sword has been iterated several times and has been enhanced a lot, Mo Hua wants to try it with a stronger monster.
"Second-grade mid-level demon wood eagle."
This is the purpose specially chosen for ink painting.
The Demonic Wood Eagle is relatively weak among the second-grade mid-level monsters, but it is definitely much stronger than the first-grade second-grade monsters.
Mo Hua calmed down, let go of his consciousness, and sat there "waiting for the rabbit."
Waiting for this monster to fly from the sky, let yourself stab with the sword.
But after waiting for a long time, those who flew over were all second-level bird demons.
Mo Hua sighed slightly.
If you want to encounter a second-grade mid-level monster in the outer mountains, you really have to have some luck.
Of course, the killing was a bit ruthless mainly on the hills above Taixumen.
Although there are too many monsters in the Demon Refining Mountain for disciples like them to kill, the monsters also know which mountains are dangerous and where the monks are dangerous, and they will migrate according to the situation.
There are fewer second-level first-level monsters, and naturally there are fewer intermediate-level ones.
Mo Hua is helpless.
"Look somewhere else?"
You might be able to encounter these hills outside Taixu Gate.
Anyway, they are all in the outer mountains, and I have stepped on some of them, so there won't be much danger.
Mo Hua put away his sword, stood up and looked into the distance, then picked a direction where he felt he might encounter a monster, and walked straight over.
After leaving the mountain top of Taixu Gate, the surrounding mountains looked a little strange.
After walking for a while, I saw several disciples from other sects.
Some of them were wearing sect robes, and some were not.
Those who wear sect robes are because there are many disciples in the same sect and they have to look after each other.
Those who did not wear robes were small groups of three or five, in order to keep a low profile and not reveal their true identity.
Mo Hua thought for a moment, then silently took off his Taixu Sect Taoist robe and put on a pair of light gray casual clothes.
It’s better to keep a low profile when you’re alone.
After walking like this for a while, Mo Hua finally found traces of a second-grade mid-level demonic wooden eagle.
He let go of his spiritual consciousness and followed the trail until he reached a mountain forest. Sure enough, he saw the hawk demon hovering above the mountain forest, with fierce eyes and harsh neighing sounds from time to time.
The hawk demon has a huge body, and its aura is somewhat astonishing.
Whether it is blood energy or demonic power, it is a level higher than ordinary second-grade primary demonic beasts.
Mo Hua looked back and chose an escape route for himself.
If the sword flew out and failed to severely damage the hawk demon, then he must make a decisive decision and run away.
Otherwise, it would be a bit troublesome to be targeted by this harpy.
After Mo Hua selected the route and ensured it was foolproof, he began to sit cross-legged, took out his spiritual sword, locked the enemy with his spiritual consciousness, and controlled the sword with his spiritual thoughts.
With a thought, the spiritual sword resonated.
A bright golden light suddenly appeared, drawing a sharp golden line from the sky. Accompanied by a slight sound of swords, it hit the demon wood eagle hovering in the sky with lightning speed.
The moment the spiritual sword hit, golden sword energy bloomed.
The sword energy transformed by the sword formation was like a small hurricane, strangling Yao Muying's body.
The spirit sword itself was also destroyed by the sword energy and fell into pieces.
The sword body shattered into pieces and split into tiny pieces, which mixed with the sword energy and exploded like golden fireworks in the daytime.
The broken sword and sword energy strangled together.
Even the second-grade mid-level Demonic Wood Eagle was unable to resist suddenly.
Its feathers were crushed by the sword energy, and at the same time, the broken spirit sword also cut its flesh.
This crushing style of sword control can also be regarded as the integration of sword energy and sword weapon in another sense.
With a shrill roar, the Demonic Wood Eagle fell from the sky.
Mo Hua, who had long been prepared to escape at any time, looked overjoyed when he saw this.
The power of this crushing sword was stronger than he expected.
According to his experience, if birds and monsters fall directly from the sky, their injuries will not be minor.
Mo Hua decided to step forward and take a look.
If the monster is seriously injured and there is a chance to kill it, then use the sword to make up for it.
A second-grade mid-level monster, even if it is injured by the sword energy and the body is incomplete, it is still a huge achievement.
If it was this demonic wooden eagle, its demonic power was strong and its injuries were not serious. Then consider it a lucky one.
Don't provoke it yourself.
Mo Hua followed the direction where the Demonic Wood Eagle fell, but when he arrived at the place, he was a little surprised.
There is no sign of the demon wood eagle...
In front of him was a small section of cliff.
When the Demonic Wood Eagle fell to the ground, it seemed to flutter a few times, and accidentally fell off the cliff again.
Mo Hua looked around and saw that the cliff was not high. Although it was a bit cloudy, he could vaguely see the forest below the cliff.
It doesn't look dangerous.
Mo Hua thought for a while, then attached his spiritual power to his hands and feet, pressed against the cliff, and fell down little by little.
But the cliff was steep and the mountain was higher than he thought.
It took nearly half an hour for the ink painting to fall to the bottom of the cliff.
At the bottom of the cliff, there was a forest with lush vegetation, but there was still no trace of the Demonic Wood Eagle.
Mo Hua let go of his spiritual consciousness, sensed the breath, and used heavenly calculations to detect cause and effect. Finally, he found blood stains seeping into the soil on the ground, as well as a faint trace of cause and effect.
The ink painting follows the qi machine and moves forward.
After walking for about a cup of tea, he suddenly stopped and looked up, his eyes slightly focused.
He found the demon wood eagle.
But his monster was robbed!
At this time, Yao Muying was already dead, lying on the ground with all his blood flowing out and completely lifeless.
And on its bruised body, in addition to the fine golden sword marks, there was another obvious sword wound. It seemed that it was injured by an extremely cold and powerful sword energy, and it died as a result.
Next to Yao Muying stood a young man.
The young man was wearing a light cyan robe. He looked young, with a handsome face, fair complexion, arrogance between his brows and eyes, and his eyes were as sharp as a sword.
Not only his eyes, but his whole person, standing there, looked like a sharp spiritual sword.
Mo Hua's eyes darkened, and after thinking for a while, he still didn't hide his aura deliberately, and walked straight out until he was ten feet away from the young man.
The young man noticed the footsteps and turned around slowly. His cold eyes touched the ink painting, and he was stunned for a moment.
Mo Hua got 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, even with obvious hostility.
"your?"
His voice was as crisp as a young man's, but also as cold as the edge of a sword.
"Yes," Mo Hua nodded and pointed upward, "I killed him with a sword and fell off the cliff and landed here."
Killed with a sword...
The young man glanced at the sword marks on Yao Muying's body, and the hostility in his eyes suddenly became more intense, and he sneered: "It's mine now."
Mo Hua was startled, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with an indifferent expression:
"You...want to steal my things?"
The young man in green was slightly startled and sneered: "I robbed it, so what can I do?"
There was a hint of defiance in the young man's tone.
Mo Hua raised his eyebrows slightly.
He could see that this young man in light cyan robes was also in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. He was practicing swordsmanship, and his sword energy was exquisite. He didn't know which sect he was a disciple of.
But no matter which disciple he is, no monk of the same level has dared to snatch his things.
Even if they were robbed, they would still be vomited out with blood and bones.
Moreover, this young man had a defiant look on his face and was obviously hostile to him, so he obviously would not give up easily.
Mo Hua's eyes were slightly deep and he said slowly:
"If you dare to steal my things, don't blame me for being rude..."
The mountains and forests were silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little depressing.
The young man in green clothes across from him had a stern look on his face, but he couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart.
There's something wrong with this little brat...
It was obvious that his blood was weak and his spiritual power was meager, but the aura around him was lingering with a faint sense of oppression.
At that moment, he realized that the kid in front of him was no ordinary character.
This sense of oppression cannot be explained, but it is extremely clear.
This intuition derived from the "Sword Heart Transparency" told him that the young boy in front of him must be a "big enemy" that should not be underestimated.
But this also aroused the pride in his heart.
Those who practice swordsmanship should be fearless and move forward without fear.
The young man in green was a little nervous and a little excited at the same time.
Only by defeating powerful enemies can his sword skills become stronger!
Although I don't know what the strength of the young monk in front of me is, my intuition will not lie, and Kenshin's premonition will not be false either.
The young man in green slowly drew out the long sword in his hand.
His long sword is a simple and ethereal ancient sword with inexplicable meaning.
The blade of the sword is shiny and glowing with a faint blue light, just like the clear moonlight, and it also hides an elegant murderous intention.
His expression was focused, his eyes were cold, his sword energy was flowing around his body, and he had an aura of inviolability.
Mo Hua raised his eyebrows slightly.
What a sharp sword.
He has never seen such a strong sword cultivator in the same class.
Even Situ Jian has never had such kendo aura.
In the mountain forest, the sword flashed, and the evil intention suddenly appeared.
Without saying any nonsense, the young man in green pointed his long sword, and a light blue sword light shot through the sky like a crescent moon.
The figure in the ink painting is like water, calmly avoiding it.
The sword energy flew past Mo Hua, cutting off the tree trunk and sinking 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 threw a fireball with his backhand.
This fireball technique is not as powerful as the sword light of the young man in green, but it is fast and accurate.
The young man in green transformed into sword light, dodged a few times, and then distanced himself. However, the fireball technique seemed to have locked onto him. It circled slightly, changed the distance, and flew towards him again.
The young man in green looked slightly gloomy. With a slash of his long sword, a sword light split the fireball technique, canceling each other out.
But the power of the fireball technique is obviously not as powerful as the sword energy.
And in the blink of an eye, the second fireball technique arrived.
The young man in green's eyes narrowed slightly.
This spell is too fast.
He struck out a beam of sword light with his backhand and canceled out the fireball.
"Fortunately, the power is not enough..."
The young man in green said silently.
After that, the two of them just stood around and fired fireballs. I slashed the sword light, and at the same time, I used my body skills to move around and fight in the forest.
Both sides are testing.
Mo Hua wanted to try out how powerful the swordsmanship of this young man in green was.
The young man in green wanted to try out what other methods Mo Hua had.
After a while, Mo Hua felt that it was almost done.
The sword energy is very strong, but it is at the top level in the middle stage of foundation building. He may have a killing move, but he definitely can't use it in front of himself.
The young man's movement seemed to be that of sword escape.
It was fast, but not as fast as myself, and like sword light, it went straight and lacked changes.
Mo Hua began to think about what method he should use to capture this young man in green.
Should he use the forbidden technique of small meteorites to get close, or should he use the forbidden technique of small meteorites to stay away from him, or use his spiritual consciousness to control the sword.
Or you can secretly draw a formation, ambush someone, and then use spells to bombard you...
The ink painting is a bit confusing.
The troubling thing is that some methods that are too powerful are difficult to use.
Although this young man had stolen his monster and had a bad temper, he couldn't really beat him to death because of this, otherwise he would get into trouble.
It’s a bit difficult to win without killing...
On the other side, the young man in green was a little irritable.
Over and over again, it’s the fireball technique.
The two of them went back and forth and fought for dozens of rounds, but this kid only used the fireball technique.
"Are you humiliating yourself?!"
The young man in green was slightly angry, and then said coldly: "You only know the fireball technique? What about your sword technique that breaks the golden gate? Why don't you use it?"
Mo Hua threw two more fireballs and said inexplicably: "I'm not the one who can break the Golden Gate, so what kind of sword technique can I use to break the Golden Gate?"
The young man in green was stunned when he heard this. He fired two more sword energy to offset the fireball technique, then frowned and asked:
"Aren't you the one who broke the Golden Gate?"
Mo Hua asked in reply: "How do I look like I broke the Golden Gate?"
The young man in green pointed at the Demonic Wood Eagle, "You said you killed this eagle. Aren't these sword marks on it the Qi of the Broken Gold Sword?"
Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, thinking that's exactly what happened.
He uses the sword formation of the Broken Golden Gate with his spiritual consciousness, and the sword energy he unleashes is naturally the sword energy of the Broken Golden Gate.
Of course, the Broken Gold Sword Qi must not be recognized.
Mo Hua said: "This is the sword energy passed down by my family. Why is it the Broken Gold sword energy?"
The young man in green frowned, "This sword energy is of the gold type..."
"Gold is one of the five elements. There are so many swordsmen cultivating gold-based sword energy in this world. What does it have to do with him breaking the Golden Gate?"
The ink painting is straightforward and confident.
The young man in green clothes paused for a moment and was speechless.
There seems to be nothing wrong with this...
Duanjinmen is famous for its gold-based sword energy, but not all golden sword inheritances are from Duanjinmen...
When he saw these golden sword marks, he concluded that the hawk demon was injured by the sword energy of those idiots at Duanjinmen, so he made the arbitrary decision...
The young man in green put away his sword silently.
Mo Hua was a little surprised, "You're not going to fight?"
The young man in green cupped his hands and said frankly:
"I was abrupt, sorry..."
Although he apologized, his face was stiff and he was obviously feeling a little uncomfortable.
Seeing him apologizing so directly, Mo Hua was a little surprised. He pointed at the monster wood eagle, "Then this monster..."
The young man in green was hesitant, but he only hesitated for a moment before he simply said:
"is yours."
Hearing this, Mo Hua nodded with satisfaction.
If you don't steal the children of your own monster, then you are a good child.
It's just some misunderstanding. He has a lot, so he doesn't care about it.
Mo Hua put his hands behind his back, rolled up his sleeves, his eyes changed from deep to clear, and he restrained his murderous intent.
The young man in green clothes looked at the ink painting, and found that the strange sense of oppression and the palpitating threat on the ink painting disappeared in an instant, and his heart was slightly shocked.
He took a deep look at Mo Hua and asked solemnly:
"What sect are you from?"
Mo Hua frowned slightly.
This young man speaks a little bluntly, his face is a little cold, and he is also arrogant and not very polite.
Mo Hua then said to him: "Before asking someone about their origins, you must first tell yourself where you are."
The young man in green was startled and realized that he had been negligent, so he held up his hands and said:
"Outer disciple of Chongxu Sect..."
"Linghu smiled."
Mo Hua was startled.
Linghu laughs?
He looked at the young man’s cold face and cursed in his heart:
I have never seen Linghu smile before...
Thank you for your reward in the last issue of Xin and Nianqing~
I wrote a little more and it was a little late, sorry~
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(This chapter over)