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Volume 1: Sacrifice the Sword with Your Body: The Awakening of Promise Chapter 10: A Generation of Sword Girls(1/2)

"For you right now, because you are breaking and then establishing, all your previous cultivation has turned into nothingness. And after you first start practicing Wuji Sword Technique, you will be at the stage of connecting yin and yang, so your cultivation will only be

You will be promoted to the swordsman realm, and if you want to continue to improve your strength, you have to work hard to understand several other fonts."

After pondering for a moment, Wujijian Chao Moyi said.

"Are you only in the swordsman realm?"

Hearing this, Mo Yi said with a sad face.

In the Sword Sect, strength has always been the most important thing!

Since the sect has always only accepted a hundred elite disciples, its threshold is so high that even the disciples with the lowest strength are in the realm of swordsmen.

And the swordsman realm here is just the entry level.

When Jianmen selects disciples, their competitiveness is beyond imagination.

Apart from Mo Yiruo's status as the son of the sect leader, he was also known for his strength in the past.

There was a time when he surpassed the other ninety-eight disciples with his Sword Sect Realm and Half-Step Sword King Realm.

That’s why he was respectfully called Yiyi Senior Brother by all his disciples!

Except for Mo Zhiyao!

Due to her extremely terrifying talent and extremely powerful strength, she was recognized by the entire Jianmen Sect as the young master!

His strength and talent are even comparable to those of the fourth generation sect master!

She is only twenty-two years old, but her life is already full of legend.

As a person born with one of the top ten sword bodies, the Holy Emperor Sword Body!

There are no bottlenecks in Mo Zhiyao's journey to sword cultivation!

He was practicing at the age of five, a swordsman at the age of ten, a swordsman at the age of eighteen, and a half-step swordsman at the age of twenty!

Create your own skills, create your own swordsmanship!

Fighting beyond levels is like drinking water, and his cultivation path is far beyond that of his peers, which shocked the entire sword field.

At the same time, in the Sword Sect, in terms of strength, she is better than Mo Tiankuo!

In terms of qualifications, she is unmatched!

Because of this, at such a young age, she is already the best candidate for the next sect leader.

A beautiful woman, just waiting to become a saint!



Compared with the other four sects in the upper area, Jianmen is different in that this sect ignores gender distinctions.

In other words, as long as you have strength in the Sword Sect and can defeat the others with your own skills, then the position of Sect Leader is yours.

Among the previous sect leaders of Jianmen, the fourth generation sect leader is a woman!

Named Naiwu!

And she was the one Mo Zhiyao was working with!

A powerful swordsman of a generation, he once created his own exquisite swordsmanship and conquered all the swordsmen in the entire Upper District.

Women cannot outdo men, their reputation is far-reaching, their elegance is unparalleled, and their swords dominate all heroes!

Has the reputation of "a generation of swordswoman!"

Although they do not belong to the same era, Mo Zhiyao and she are known as the "Two Peerless Concubines" by the world!



When Mo Yi thought of Nai Wu, he couldn't help but feel sad.

How similar the fates are!

Devil's Valley, one behind the other, both of them are like this!

"You brat, why don't you act like a good boy when you get the advantage?"

At this time, a word next to his ear brought the pensive Mo Yi back to reality.

What Mo Yi was thinking, Wuji Sword didn't care.

Not to mention the realm above, simply in this sword realm, it has seen too many so-called peerless geniuses in the past hundreds of thousands of years.

They came to the world like stars, but without exception, they were all lost in the long river of history.

No matter which world it is, the weak will eat the strong and the fittest will survive.

Everyone is based on strength!

In a world where the strong are respected, the weak will only be dominated by others...

For a moment, Wuji Jian sighed softly, and then explained helplessly: "The fact that you can practice again now is considered a blessing in your previous life, but don't be ignorant of blessings. To tell you the truth, this swordsman is not that swordsman.

Realm. Because you have a Wuji Sword Body, your combat power is more than ten times that of others. Even if you are only in the Swordsman Realm, you can still fight beyond the level.

So you don’t have any upper limit, and the biggest advantage is that you can swallow any breath in the world and turn it into sword energy. However, because your entire body is a Dantian, the amount of energy you need to absorb will be much greater than

Normal people.

For example, the sword energy stored in other people's bodies is like a small stream, while the sword energy stored in your body is like a vast ocean. Whether it is the purity or storage capacity of the sword energy, there is no comparison between the two."

"Isn't this too outrageous?"

Hearing this, Mo Yi couldn't help but clicked his tongue and said.

The various abilities of this Wuji Sword Body are too terrifying!

"unbelievable?"

After hearing this, Wuji Sword smiled, and immediately said: "What you know now is just the tip of the iceberg. The Wuji Sword body has endless mysteries, and you will naturally know many terrible functions in the future."

"I see!"

In response, Mo Yi nodded slightly.

For him, the more powerful his Wuji sword body is, the more hope he will have for revenge.

In his mind, he couldn't help but think of those people who made him grit his teeth!

Jian Ren, Jian Xuanluo, Luo Bingjie, Po Jun and so on!

If I don’t take revenge for this, I swear I won’t be a human being!

Wait!

One day, I will let you bastards die without a place to die!

"Now we are alone in the spiritual world, and one day here is equivalent to one hour in the outside world. Therefore, practicing Wuji Sword here will get twice the result with half the effort.

But now you actually don't have much time, and it's not suitable to stay here for a long time. You have to leave here later. And your first task now is to empty your mind, and at the same time completely realize the word 'Xing', and return your cultivation level to that of a swordsman as soon as possible.

territory!"

After a moment, Wuji Sword seemed to sense something, and immediately said solemnly to Mo Yi.

"I see!"

Although he is only in the Swordsman realm, Mo Yi believes that with his talent and various trump cards, coupled with the Wuji Sword Body and Wuji Sword, he can win the battle.

Given time, he will definitely surpass himself at his peak.

In the future, he will become extremely powerful!

And at that time...

What Mo Yi didn't know at this moment was that in less than ten minutes before he sacrificed his body to the sword, a huge commotion had already occurred in the outside world.

The turmoil caused by his sword sacrifice not only shocked the entire Sword Sect, but also the entire Upper District.

Now, more and more people from the Sword Sect are rushing towards the Forbidden Sword Pavilion.

Everyone is ready to see what happens!



But just half a quarter of an hour ago!

In Jianmen, there is no celebration, only mourning!

In a mourning hall somewhere, in front of a wooden coffin, Yu Zilin was sitting on her knees in mourning.

Her face was haggard, her expression was dull, her eyes were red and swollen, she had shed countless tears, and her eyes were even more empty and lifeless.

My heart is broken, and my beauty no longer looks as beautiful as before!

As the saying goes, there is nothing greater than grief!

After coming out of seclusion, whether it was her mood or other aspects, she had changed!

There is another person accompanying her at this moment. This person's name is Lin Xin, and she is the only female elder of Jianmen.

She looked at Yu Zilin, her eyes filled with distress, but when she opened her mouth, she could not say a word of comfort.
To be continued...
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