"What did I just see?!!"

"Sword-Off?!"

"This damn kid Mo Hua, he can even control the sword?!"

"How could he control his sword? How could he control his sword?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

This fact is so shocking that many monks watching the battle immediately doubted not their own eyes but their own minds:

"Has I been hit by an illusion and had hallucinations?"

"I've broken my brain by knocking the pills? It seems like I can't tell the truth---"

"I drank too much last night, maybe I haven't woken up yet."

"I must be dreaming, but I actually dreamed that Mo Hua was driving the sword. It was so funny. There must be something wrong with my sea of ​​consciousness. Of course, most monks are still rational and believe that seeing is true.

But because of this, they became increasingly incredible:

"That ink painting, he is really fighting a sword?"

"He also killed Ye Zhiyuan with his sword-·Silently?"

"The 'Chief of the Formation Dao' of Taixu Sect, he used a flying sword to kill Daluomon's sword-harming genius with one sword?!"

"Is this fucking reasonable?"

"Extremely outrageous."

"This world of cultivation is too crazy-

Most people are filled with shock and confusion.

"There is another question. Where did he learn how to control the sword in this ink painting? How could he learn how to control the sword?"

"He clearly has no sword energy on him, so he must have no sword inheritance."

"What is his method of controlling swords?"

"There is no trace of sword control in the integration of human and sword-"

"I have been practicing swords for so many years, but I have never seen such an alternative sword-controlling technique-""

"There is such a sword-controlling technique in Taixu Sect?"

"Also, he is the one who is in charge, what kind of sword is this? Why did it explode directly?"

"Is this explosion intentional or accidental?"

"Is it a mistake?"

"The sword is fired? The spirit sword explodes? It hits Ye Zhiyuan in seconds?"

"This Ye Zhiyuan is so unlucky——"

"You are just watching the sword, but I didn't notice that there was something wrong with his sword-wielding distance?"

"It seems to be a little further away than Ye Zhi?"

"This distance is close to the limit of foundation building?"

"The distance on Fang Tian's painting is hard to estimate, but there are probably one hundred or dozens of feet--

"Is this the sword-control distance of a formation master who does not practice swordsmanship?"

"No matter how strong the spiritual consciousness is, it is not like this, right?"

"The formation master's spiritual sense is for you to draw formations, not for you to use swords. Is this ink painting a little self-conscious?"

"It's hard to understand-.

The monks watching the battle were either puzzled, comfortable, confused, or shocked, whispered to each other,

Continuous discussion.

At the same time in the mountains, countless cultivations were filled with words, and the noise was endless.

The entire Mount Lundao was filled with noise.

Not only these ordinary people who watched the battle, but also those who were "familiar with" the ink paintings, were all shocked.

They didn't expect that ink paintings, which were not visible but had never touched a sword, could even control the sword?

Especially Zhang Lan.

He remembered clearly that in Tongxian City, Mo Hua, the child, could not even take up a sword, let alone practicing sword skills.

But I don’t want to see more than ten years pass in a flash.

He could have instantly won the famous sword-controlling genius of Daromon at the sword contest.

If you don’t make a sound, you will make a splash.

It's really outrageous to open the door.

It's outrageously home.

Upstairs of the Sword Tower.

The Lord of Flower Valley looked at the ink paintings happily, and his beautiful eyes were full of mistakes.

The heads of other sects also showed incredible expressions on their faces.

In the tea room.

Taixu, Taia, the head of Chongxu Sanshan, sat silently in place, unable to say a word.

Everything happened too quickly and ended too suddenly.

The sword debate began, Mo Hua used the sword, flew away with a sword, exploded directly, and then the discussion bell rang, and everything ended again.

Then, just-·

Win?

The head of Sanshan was a little unbelievable for a moment, and even a little doubted about his eyes.

Even the joy of winning the sword contest cannot dilute the shocking and mistakes in their hearts.

Finally, the head of Taia sighed:

"This kid—that means it will be simpler, but also.--"

Not that simple way.

This is really too "simple".

From beginning to end, it is a matter of a flying sword in the blink of an eye.

Before they could get some preparation, the debate was over.

Even the pot of tea on the table has not yet been boiled-

In the "controversy" of a group of monks, this sword contest ended.

The monks who watched the game left the stage, and the Mount of Discussion gradually became quiet.

But Mo Hua's flying sword that does not follow the routine is too out of common sense, and it makes people want to forget it even if they want to.

The turbulence caused by this sword has never stopped for a long time.

At night, the main hall of the sect.

Elders of Taoist Dharma in various sects gathered together.

The picture is hanging high.

On the picture of the image, the ink painting takes the sword, controls the sword, and points a point, flies out of the sword, cuts through the sky, and hits the disciple of Daromon.

There was no exception at the beginning.

But the next moment, the spiritual sword began to shine, the sword formation was running, the sword pattern was transformed, and the sword energy was accumulated until it exceeded the load, and the spiritual sword cracked and exploded into pieces.

The sword edge sliver, mixed with the sword energy, produces incredible lethality—

This scene is played in the hall.

The Taoist elders in the entire hall toss and turn, looking at it for more than a hundred times, and seeing it from the evening to the late night.

I didn't say anything at a glance.

This kind of sword control is completely beyond their normal cognition.

They kept asking themselves silently:

What kind of sword is this?

How to control it?

What sword-controlling technique are you using?

What kendo principles are followed?
To be continued...