Chapter 496: Impermanence Post
"The latecomer, when you pick up this sword, I'm no longer here..."
The scene changes.
It seems that because he is not in Tianren City, the spirituality of the magic sword is affected, and the next scene appears fragmented and broken.
All Li Mo can vaguely see are the hands that have held this sword.
The fragmented scenes like a revolving lantern disappear.
What tore the picture apart was a cold sword energy.
This sword came from the ethereal will, but the sword light just lit up, giving people a feeling of being pierced.
This feeling is very familiar.
It was the feeling when Li Mo first saw Chi Xiao.
But the spirituality of the Tianren magic sword is not the same as the Xuanbing.
Li Mo closed his eyes and released his soul, as if he saw a figure in the dark.
The person was wearing night clothes and his face was covered by a black scarf. You couldn't even tell whether he was a man or a woman, only a pair of cold and ruthless eyes were exposed.
The short sword in his hand emitted a faint light, like a pool of stagnant water.
There was no emotion in his voice:
"My swordsmanship focuses on accumulating momentum. If I don't strike, it's fine. Once I strike, there is no difference between the strong and the weak, only life and death."
"There is only one swordsmanship move, called..."
"Impermanence Post."
Li Mo has heard of this name.
He happened to hear from the storyteller that the former second assassin of Xiyu Tower was also the second of Qianlong. His whereabouts were mysterious and no one knew his identity until now.
The only thing known is that he only knows one sword and has only practiced one sword for his whole life.
The time of killing people, killing the earth, and killing the sky.
No one has been able to stop this unpredictable sword.
After assassinating a member of the Dayu royal family, he disappeared. Some people said he was dead, and some people said he retired, but this sword became his swan song.
Now, this mysterious Immortal Post has reappeared in the world with the help of the Heavenly Sword.
Clang——
The short sword suddenly came out, and the murderous intent hidden in it was pure, cold, and even... dazzling, and it captured the target's consciousness in an instant.
An inch longer, an inch stronger; an inch shorter, an inch more dangerous.
The short sword cannot be chopped, it can only stab. This sword simplifies the complexity and interprets the extreme danger to the extreme.
"Hu..."
Li Mo narrowed his eyes and touched the goose bumps on his neck.
He put himself in the opposite side of this person.
He found that although he had a strong body and a soul, he could still feel a strong threat!
He could smash the opponent with a hammer.
But at the same time, he would be seriously injured by this strange and cold short sword.
If he used a sword...
"None of the intentions left in the Heavenly Sword are easy to deal with."
Li Mo let out a long breath.
"My sword may seem simple, but it is actually a simplification of complexity. It takes years and months, and I have to draw the sword and stab it three thousand times every day. Each time, I have to have the determination to move forward and die bravely."
"Therefore, even if you have a strong talent for swordsmanship, you still need to work hard to master this sword."
"Your luck is bad to meet me first."
The sword intention of the second day's killing said indifferently.
"You can only learn the sword method of the next intention after you master this sword."
"But even if you are as talented as me, it will take at least eight years to master this sword."
Eight years.
Li Mo will no longer be on the Qianlong list by then.
The Qianlong Conference is about to start, and it is impossible for him to master only this sword method.
Fortunately...
What he is least afraid of is working hard and wasting time.
【Thirty years of martial arts insights injected successfully. ]
[In the first year, you followed the sword inheritance and began to ponder the meaning of "better die than live in disgrace", and tried to stab the sword in your hand. You stabbed out tens of thousands of swords, but only once could you barely have the charm of the Impermanence Post. ]
[In the tenth year, you are still drawing the sword and stabbing endlessly. Now you can swing nine thousand swords, one hundred of which can match the charm of the Impermanence Post. ]
[The twentieth year.....]
[The thirtieth year.....]
[Congratulations to the host, your Impermanence Post has been slightly successful. ]
[Congratulations to the host, because you have mastered a powerful sword technique, your attainments in the Dugu Nine Swords have also risen, and you have made a step forward. ]
Boom——
Countless insights emerged in Li Mo's mind, and he seemed to have experienced thousands of times of swinging the sword.
In the end, tens of millions of swords gathered into one sword.
He opened his eyes.
A ray of pure and cold sword intent, faintly born and died.
"......"
The intention left in the magic weapon is not a living person after all.
It froze for a moment, as if it had crashed.
It looked at Li Mo for a long time without making a sound.
It took decades to hone the swordsmanship, and simplified the impermanence post, and in an instant...
Minor success!
The Heavenly Man Sword trembled slightly.
"Next, thank you."
Li Mo politely bowed to the other party, then smiled and looked at the Heavenly Man Sword, with a slight smile on his lips.
You are stupid to look down on his sword talent.
What do you mean by "in front of people... No, show your godliness in front of the sword!"
Well, now it is still showing your godliness in front of the sword, and when the Qianlong Conference comes, it will be showing your godliness in front of people!
.........
Noon.
It took three hundred years to comprehend the martial arts.
Li Mo, who had successfully mastered many swordsmanships in succession, came down from upstairs, let out a long breath, and went to the kitchen to cook a few dishes to relax.
After receiving several profound swordsmanship inheritances in succession, his soul felt a little swollen.
It seems that the martial arts comprehension can't stand such use.
"With the remaining 1,700 years, is it enough to learn all the inheritance of the sword intention in the Divine Sword of Heaven?"
Li Mo carried the dishes to the lobby, feeling a little unsure.
He seems to have learned a lot.
In fact, compared to the sword inheritance contained in the divine sword, it is just the tip of the iceberg.
Classmate Xiao Li never thought about it.
Thousands and seven hundred years of martial arts knowledge are sometimes stretched thin.
The more sword techniques you master, the stronger the power you can use when wielding the Divine Sword.
While thinking.
Murong Xiao, Xiao Qin and others were all waiting at the table for dinner.
How good is the chef at Buyunlou, can he compare with Brother Li?
"That guy's dream last night was really strange and unlucky."
Qin Yuzhi had a dark face and drank several sips of tea, but she didn't seem to be able to relax.
"What dream?"
Li Mo was a little curious.
Sister Qin is in the seventh realm. She has seen so many weird things while sleepwalking. What dream can give her such great stamina?
"That person's dream was full of Tianzun brand instant noodles. Now I feel like vomiting when I smell them."
Qin Yuzhi started to feel nauseated again as she spoke, looking at Li Mo with resentment.
She was in southern Xinjiang, just promoting instant noodles to the people in their dreams every day, but when she came to the Imperial Capital, she was still chasing after the instant noodles!
"What's even more annoying is that the man was eating instant noodles with a disgusting expression, as if he was going to become an immortal."
"In the end, he died, which forced me to stop my sleepwalking."
"Dead?"
Li Mo was startled and asked what the man looked like.
"She is skinny, but when she eats instant noodles, she becomes as strong as an ox."
"Lu Zhuang?"
Li Mo was stunned.
He originally planned to follow Lu Zhuang's lead and figure out what was going on with the Tianzun instant noodles with Shenli Powder.
Unexpectedly.
The people are gone.
"Sister Qin, do you know where he died?"
