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Long Qianjue is the idol of the former rain master Mo Li.

Now Lu Yun has inherited everything about Yu Shi Mo Li, so this is naturally not changed at all.

When he was eight years old, after seeing the story about Long Qianjue in the book for the first time, Yu Shi Mo Li developed a yearning for this legendary swordsman.

More than once, the rain master Mo Li fantasized that he could become the top powerhouse in the continent with his swordsmanship like Long Qianjue.

Four years of cultivation!

The young Master Yu Mo Li wanted to give up more than once, but it was because of Long Qianjue's existence that inspired Master Yu Mo Li's fighting spirit.

But unfortunately, his practice method in the past was wrong, which was too harmful to his body. Even if he had a medicine bath, it would be difficult to support him. In the end, he was exhausted to death.

His body was also moved into by a new soul and became the new rain master Mo Li.

Now the rain master Mo Li has seen other deeds about Long Qianjue in the book.

Blood Twilight Tavern, the gold medal killer!

"The Blood Mu Tavern is actually a killer organization? Where is it so openly placed?"

Master Yu Mo Li was a little confused.

He put the book down and began to walk next to the bookshelf.

"Well? I found it, this one."

Yu Shi Mo Li took out a book called "Continental Storm" from the bookshelf.

This book not only records the replacement of empires on the mainland, but also records the distribution of many forces.

Just now, the rain teacher Mo Li read the book casually, but he was not very interested.

"Finished, Blood Twilight Tavern!"

The eyes of the rain master Mo Li lit up.

"The Blood Mud Tavern, one of the seven immortal forces in the mainland, is above the empire!"

A hint of horror flashed in the eyes of the rain teacher Mo Li.

In the memory of the rain master Mo Li, the Qiu Lan Empire is powerful, mysterious and unattainable.

Yu Shi Mo Li's father, Yu Shi Jianchou, is the strongest man in Aurora City and the peak warrior of the sky level, but he also has to bow down to the huge Qiu Lan Empire.

In the eyes of the rain master Mo Li, the heavenly warrior is already the most powerful existence.

There are countless powerful people in the sky level in the empire!

But Xuemu Tavern is above the empire.

How powerful is this!

The heart of the rain master Mo Li trembled slightly and he began to read the records of the Xuemu Tavern.

In fact, the seven immortal forces in the mainland, such as the Xuemu Tavern, are shocking in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of some senior warriors, they have long been accustomed to them.

The existence of the Blood Mu Tavern is no secret.

"The Blood Twilight Tavern, the No. 1 Killer Organization in the Mainland! The Killer is divided into four levels: bronze medal, silver medal, gold medal, and purple gold killer."

"The establishment of the Blood Mu Tavern is unverified."

"But in history, the Blood Mu Tavern has dispatched the Purple Gold Killer six times to kill six generations of mainland emperors!"

"As strong as Senior Long Qianjue, he is just the gold medal killer of Xuemu Tavern... So how strong will the purple gold killer of Xuemu Tavern?"

A hint of excitement flashed in the heart of the rain master Mo Li.

"I can do what Senior Long Qianjue can do, so can I do it!"

"Senior Long Qianjue is the body of Tianjue, but I am not!"

"And, if I practice the Heaven and Earth Sword Score and visualize the Heaven and Earth Sword Shadow, it will be better than what Senior Long Qianjue did!"

After learning about these storm forces in the mainland, the rain master Mo Li's chest seemed to burn a ball of flame.

Moreover, more importantly, he always feels that... he can definitely become stronger. Once he breaks through the heavenly level, an unexpected change will inevitably occur.

...

Days pass by day.

The life of the rain master Mo Li is very simple.

Eat, sleep, practice swordsmanship, strengthen the body, and read books.

Occasionally, I will go around Qingxue Villa or near Qingqiu Mountain to relax.

In a blink of an eye, a month has passed.

Although he left the city lord's mansion this month, he lived a very comfortable life.

After missing the gossip in the mansion and some inexplicable rolling eyes, the mood of the rain Master Mo Li became more transparent.

Originally, his soul was powerful, and many things were like instincts, and his sword practice was more handy than before.

More importantly, the sword shadow in my mind became clearer and clearer.

At this time, the rain master Mo Li had stopped stabbing swords with one thousand swords every day.

This stinging sword with a thousand swords every day is completely redundant for the current rain master Mo Li, and it has no effect on his cultivation.

What the rain master Mo Li does every day now is to practice swordsmanship.

The basic sword technique is also the only sword technique he mastered.

In the morning, practice swordsmanship.

In the afternoon, it is physical exercise.

At night, it’s reading and visualization.

Sleeping time is very little.

The visualizations recorded in the Heaven and Earth Sword Score are better than those of sleep.

The exhausted rain master Mo Li often becomes energetic after just a few hours of visualization.

Late autumn.

In the forest of Qingqiu Mountain.

Master Yu Mo Li held the Qingfeng Sword and practiced the basic sword technique over and over again.

At this time, his basic swordsmanship was extremely round, and when used, he was as smooth as a natural achievement.

But the rain master Mo Li was still dissatisfied.

With the sword in hand, this is just an introduction.

The sword technique is practiced over and over again.

In the late autumn, the grass and trees are withered and yellow, and the autumn breeze is swaying.

Falling leaves withered and fell from the bare branches.

Before he knew it, Yu Shi Mo Li's heart was infected by the breath of this world.

In a trance, the rain master Mo Li seemed to feel the breath of this season.

The bleakness of late autumn and the desolation of late autumn.

A charm of all things withered and decayed, echoing in his heart.

The sword technique in the hands of the rain master Mo Li also became slower.

This most basic basic sword technique also seems to have a touch of extraordinary charm.

Gradually, the sword of the Rain Master Mo Li went from fast to slow, and from slow to fast.

Finally, it calmed down in a change from fast to slow.

At this time, the sword of the rain master Mo Li was like the autumn wind in the mountains, with a faint bleakness and a faint desolation.

At this moment, it seemed that the sword and the artistic conception of autumn wind were merged into one place.

Swish!

Suddenly.

The sword of the rain master Mo Li shook.

An invisible sword energy came out of his sword.

Click!

About five meters in front of him, a tree as thick as a thigh broke out in response to the sound.

The rain master Mo Li was also awakened.

"What happened...just just now?"
To be continued...