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    "Junior brothers" Mo Bu smiled cheerfully, "Mo has made some gains in sword practice recently, so he summoned the junior brothers to discuss swordsmanship, and let everyone compete with each other for the benefit of all."

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    On the spot, several sword cultivators couldn¡¯t take a breath and choked on their own saliva.  It¡¯s all unbelievable. You, my senior brother, have only practiced swordsmanship for a few days, and you actually want to challenge a bunch of swordsmen like them?

    No one thought this was a sparring match, so they called everyone over with great fanfare and talked about swordsmanship in person. This is not called sparring, this is provocation.

    "It's not against the palace rules to beat the senior brother into a pig's head, right?" Someone couldn't help but muttered in a low voice.

    "I'm afraid that I'll be accused of murdering the leader again"

    Well, Mo Bu Le took action for the first time, and his method was too ruthless and too insidious. Although the sword cultivators were all the beneficiaries, after the incident on Yuhuang Island, no one dared to provoke them to challenge others.  However, for the sword cultivators of Changzhizi, they still felt that the senior brother's behavior was not upright enough.

    Mo Bu Le twitched the corner of his mouth, pretending not to hear, but still with a smile on his face, and said: "You junior fellow apprentices all have different cultivation levels. For the sake of fairness, we will not use real energy during the competition, but only sword skills. Mo Tian is the best  Senior brother, I don't use my status to oppress others. No matter which junior brother comes up, I will only use one sword. If you win, you will win, and if you lose, you will lose. There will be no hesitation."

    It¡¯s so crazy.

    Some sword cultivators immediately gritted their teeth. You have only practiced swordsmanship for a few days, and you dare to speak nonsense in front of sword cultivators like them who have been immersed in swordsmanship for decades or even hundreds of years. You only use one sword. Do you think I am?  Waiting for those incompetent casual cultivators to test the sky and fail.

    There are also some sword cultivators who are flexible and can't help but laugh secretly. Among the people present, there are few whose cultivation level is lower than Mobule's. To be fair, it must be fair to him. He is really thick-skinned.

    "I'm here to ask for advice!"

    Immediately there was an impatient white-robed disciple who couldn't move forward. He cupped his hands and said, "Senior Brother, please take over."

    Before he could finish his words, a sword struck him.

    This sword was extremely swift. The sound of the sword being drawn out of the sheath was heard, and the light of the sword was already visible. But it came and stopped just as fast. It was still three inches away from Mo Bu Le's throat, and then it stopped.

    Because Mo Bu Le also drew his sword, it was a simple stab, the tip of the sword did not point to the throat, but stopped on the shoulder of the white-robed disciple. A little further to the left was the vital point.

    Only one sword was drawn, of course because Mo Bu Le only knew one sword. He didn't know any sword skills, so he only practiced one stab. It was nothing fancy, and it didn't use the real energy. There was no sword light when he drew the sword. But this time  Stab, but faster than the sword of the white-robed disciple.

    Of course, the accuracy was still terrible. Having learned the lesson from the battle with Li Yidao, Mo Bule did not dare to stab the throat directly, because the stab would definitely miss. He aimed at the position three inches above the opponent's shoulder, so that even if the stab missed, he would not miss the target.  It will only make people think that he is being merciful on purpose.

    When his strength is insufficient, he can only focus on these small areas. Fortunately, he is lucky. Of course, he is also very confident in this stab.  He has not been practicing swordsmanship for a long time, but he has practiced it for a long time. With only one thrust, he is a little more dedicated than others, so this thrust is quite sharp.

    In fact, it doesn¡¯t matter even if he loses. Anyway, everyone knows that he has only been practicing swordsmanship for a few days, so it would not be embarrassing to lose. It¡¯s just that there is no hope of establishing the majesty of his senior brother.

    It doesn¡¯t matter, anyway, Mo Bu Le didn¡¯t intend to rely on majesty to make a living. He originally planned to be the most shameless senior brother.

    ¡°Ahem, let¡¯s not talk nonsense. In short, the white-robed disciple looked at the black iron sword that was only one point away from the vital point, and his eyes were slightly dull. He didn¡¯t even see clearly how the senior brother drew the sword.

    "Accept." Mo Bu Le put away his sword with a smile.

    The white-robed disciple was stunned for a moment, and had no choice but to put away his sword and retreat. When he returned, he was still scratching his head with his hands, his face full of confusion.  He lost, how did he lose?

    "Idiot, what did you do? You lost to the basic twelve moves."

    A swordsman who was friendly with this white-robed disciple slapped him on the back of the head. Everyone was a swordsman who had been immersed in swordsmanship for countless years. None of them knew the basic twelve sword moves. The basics are the basics. Seriously.  , it¡¯s not even considered a swordsmanship. It would be a big shame to lose to basic swordsmanship.

    The white-robed disciple was suddenly shocked, but was awakened by this slap. He exclaimed, "No, this is not a basic sword move."

    Immediately attracted a lot of sideways glances.

    "If you lose, you lose. I'm not good at swordsmanship. What excuse can I make? You're so spineless." Someone said coldly.Lengyu, thinking that this white-robed disciple was making excuses for his failure.

    The white-robed disciple was not a good-tempered person, so he immediately retorted: "Ask Senior Brother for advice, and you will know how powerful he is. It depends on whether I have no spine to make excuses, or you have no eyesight and are just making nonsense."

    "I don't believe it. This thorn can still produce flowers."

    As expected, the man couldn't stand it and jumped out unbelievingly. He turned out to be a disciple in green robes. His cultivation level was only one level higher than the man just now. He was a mid-level foundation-building monk. He didn't even say hello, but struck out with a sword.  He swung at Mo Bu Le, and it turned out to be a stabbing move, but the tip of the sword shook rapidly, and two sword flowers appeared, making it difficult to tell which "petal" was the real tip of the sword.

    Mo Bu Le had been waiting for a long time, and was too lazy to distinguish the true details of the two sword flowers. He raised his hand and stabbed again. No tricks were needed, he just needed to stab faster than others.

    "Zhi!"

    The aim was terrible, and the sword tip directly hit the sword cultivator's chest. Without moving the true energy, it naturally could not penetrate the sword robe protected by the talisman. Due to the attack, the talisman on the sword robe automatically activated, and a thin layer of spiritual energy swayed out.  With the force shield, the sword tip fell directly from the chest without any force, making a soft sound.

    At this time, the sword cultivator¡¯s two sword flowers were just in front of Mo Bu Le¡¯s face. However, because he was hit by the sword, he was stunned for a moment and lost their power, and the sword flowers naturally dispersed.

    "Huh?"

    There were several screams of surprise in the crowd, but a few blue-robed sword cultivators vaguely saw some clues. One of them moved quickly, took a step immediately, bowed his hands and said, "Chen Ji, sword master 130 years ago."  Yu Zai, ask Senior Brother for advice on swordsmanship."

    After saying that, he raised his hand and made a sword, but it was ordinary and without any tricks. It was actually the same as Mo Bu Le, using the stabbing style of the basic twelve sword moves.

    The so-called expert will know if there is any as soon as he makes a move. The blue-robed swordsman has a high level of swordsmanship, and his understanding of the sword is naturally much better than that of the green-robed disciples. This stab is calm and sharp, like a snake lying in the grass.  The letter flashed out in silence, with the intention of hitting it in one hit.

    Mo Bu Le was shocked. He specializes in one thrust and has a very deep understanding of the thrust. Not to mention other things, the accuracy of this thrust alone is beyond his reach, not to mention how fast this thrust is.  , not weaker than his two stabs just now, which means that in front of this blue-robed swordsman, he can't take advantage of "quickness", let alone accuracy, so he will definitely lose.

    This is true, but Mo Bule brought up the sword discussion with the intention of establishing his power. How could he allow himself to fail? When he raised his sword to stab back, he strengthened his mind. In the sea of ????consciousness, Cheng Baimei flashed out.  The "stabbing" form of the true interpretation of swordsmanship taught is simulated by divine consciousness, and at the same time, a sword is thrust out in the sea of ??consciousness.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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