Chapter 299 Sword Saint Sword Invincible Sword Slash Invincible
Sword energy, sword intent, and sword thoughts emanated from Mo Cheng who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.
It was as if an extremely sharp, unstoppable sword was slowly being unsheathed. As the sword was unsheathed, sword energy spread out, leaving countless marks around it.
If someone could see these traces, it would be possible for them to comprehend a sword technique from those seemingly chaotic traces.
Under the influence of the sword, Mo Cheng's surroundings became distorted. The ground, walls, and ceiling all grew...
sword!
Long sword, short sword, heavy sword, soft sword, double sword...
All kinds of swords, swords that Mo Cheng had seen or not seen, filled the underground space.
And that sword thought...
In the corner, a figure slowly walked out and stood ten steps away from Mo Cheng, looking at him quietly.
The sword's will pulled this underground space into another space, a space where only the sword existed.
After a while, Mo Cheng slowly opened his eyes, and the underground space was drawn into a different space. The originally dim light completely disappeared, but this darkness could not block Mo Cheng's sight.
There was a cold light in his eyes, like the waning light of a cold moon, reflecting the person in front of him.
Ordinary, common, and forgotten in a flash.
The person standing in front of him had a face without any memorable features. The only thing that was memorable was his clothes.
He was wearing a set of tight clothes that were rarely seen in the continent of Kovare, and holding a three-foot-long sword. In this continent of swords and magic, the outfit of the man in front of him was more like a ranger swordsman in the regional cultural stories of his hometown.
"Let me ask you something." The man narrowed his eyes, holding a grass root in his mouth. He didn't care that it was his first time meeting Mo Cheng, and acted like a familiar person. "What is a Sword Saint?"
Mo Cheng didn't care about the changes in the underground space, nor did he care that there was suddenly an extra person around him, and he didn't even ask about the origin of this person in front of him whose style was completely out of place in the continent of Kovale.
At this moment, he actually lowered his head and began to seriously think about the problem of this person of unknown origin.
What is [Sword Saint]?
Mo Cheng found it difficult to explain in words for a moment. He opened his mouth several times to speak, but always swallowed the words back when they reached his lips, because he could feel that what he wanted to say next might not be able to fully express his meaning.
"It seems that it is difficult for you to answer , so let's try another way. What is a sword master in your eyes?"
"Endless storm, destroying the natural disaster?"
As the words fell, the appearance of the person who came changed. He had green skin, a bare upper body, several flags stuck behind him, his all-white hair tied into a ponytail, and his lower jaw protruded, with sharp teeth behind his upper lip.
But no matter how strange this man's appearance was, it could not hide the sword in his hand and the sword intent that was like a storm and disaster.
"Thousands of ghosts can destroy the heart, and the world is in hell?"
He changed his shape again, with a naked upper body, holding two swords, three meters tall, with messy hair like a lion's sideburns, and two horns pointing upwards on his forehead as proof of his identity.
Holding two swords in each hand, his whole body is filled with the sword intent of being born for battle, existing for battle, to break the swords of all enemies and blunt the edges of the swords, the only way to become the winner.
"Hell Dharma, solar eclipse and crescent moon?"
This time, a human wearing a black coat and with short hair appeared. There was a circular pattern on his forehead, a perfect, flawless circular pattern.
He held the sword in both hands, but if you looked closely, you could see that the sword actually grew out of his flesh.
The opponent's sword intent made Mo Cheng feel like he was falling into hell.
Only the word "hell" can describe the opponent's sword intent.
"Sixth Destruction of No Self, Sword Twenty-Three?"
A majestic swordsman appeared, but Mo Cheng did not continue to observe. He sighed, looked at the other party and asked: "So, what do you want to say?"
He could roughly guess what was going to happen next. For something whose ending was already known, the tedious process could easily make Mo Cheng feel bored.
"Nothing. The Sword Saint's question is just the first half of the routine since the opening of the Sword Realm. This can actually be ignored."
The man turned back into an ordinary swordsman. He pointed at the strange environment around him. Obviously, this was the "Sword World" he mentioned.
"I'll just answer the Sword Saint's question casually. Every Sword Saint sees something different. The key point is the second half of the routine..."
The swordsman drew out his three-foot-long sword, pointed it at Mo Cheng and said, "Pick a sword, beat me, or be beaten by me. You should be familiar with this kind of thing, right?"
Familiar, naturally familiar, how could it not be familiar.
Mo Cheng picked out a sword that suited his hand from the countless swords around him, "I've been to the Sword Saint Sect and kicked the door. What are the rules for our fight?"
"There are no rules. If you lose, you start over. If you win, you're out. Any questions?"
"No more, count down to three seconds."
"three."
"two."
"one."
"bite!"
Imitating the sound of a bell, Mo Cheng suddenly rushed out in a zigzag pattern towards the swordsman and stabbed him several times.
Every thrust, whether it was the ethereal spiritual sword energy or the dazzling holy sword light, enveloped the swordsman's entire body in an instant like a violent storm.
There are no rules, which means Mo Cheng can use all his abilities.
But considering that he came here because he chose the LV3 [Sword Dance], Mo Cheng still used the sword as his main method of attack.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's a really vicious beating."
The swordsman thrust out with his sword, ignoring the sword shadows that were pouring down like a rainstorm. The sword he thrust out was like the most accurate benchmark, the most correct sword, not only blocking the sword in Mo Cheng's hand, but his whole body was like a millstone that strangled and grinded away the sword energy in the sky.
The two swords collided, and Mo Cheng was not only blocked, but also forced back by the subsequent great force.
In an instant, the attack and defense were exchanged. The swordsman took advantage of the situation and pointed another sword directly at the heart. He wanted Mo Cheng to die in the first confrontation.
but……
"You just asked me what [Sword Saint] is?"
Along with the words came sword energy that soared into the sky, the pinnacle of skill, an unavoidable blade, and a slash that spanned time and space.
It seemed like a gust of wind, or a flash of lightning, or even an illusion in the blink of an eye.
In less than one thousandth of a second, Mo Cheng completed the actions of disappearing, slashing, appearing, and finally putting away the sword.
He suddenly appeared behind the swordsman, but the former still maintained the posture of drawing the sword just now. However, the swordsman's face was full of helpless bitter smile: "What bad luck, I actually ran into someone who can really fight."
"I told you, I've been to the Sword Saint Sect and kicked the door."
Mo Cheng was not completely ignorant about swords. At least he had fought many times and was familiar with many things.
The swordsman's body began to crack, as if it had turned into pieces, flying away from his body bit by bit. Mo Cheng won the victory with that move and killed the swordsman at the same time.
The swordsman was not dead at this time, he was just holding on, waiting.
Wait for Mo Cheng to tell him what the [Sword Saint] is.
"You ask what is a Sword Master?"
" The sword , the invincible sword, the invincible sword."
