Mo Changsheng didn’t know what the Tianji Tower was about, but for Jiang Xuan, it might not be a bad thing to spread this matter.

"However, his strength is not safe enough now." Jiang Xuan said in his heart. If it were an ordinary Shenyou, he could still deal with it. After all, his physical strength could be comparable to Shenyou.

But if he encounters some old-fashioned Shenyou, his strength is naturally insufficient, but he can still save his life and can't beat him. If he wants to run away, even the earth immortal may not be able to stop him.

"Forget it, let's see what good methods Wushuang City has first." Mo Changsheng thought to himself that if he knew about Wushuang City, he would only develop swordsmanship.

Wushuang City’s ancestral sword-raising technique was passed down, and the sword was fed with blood. Day after day, the heart sword was the same, and then the flying sword technique was obtained.

In the inheritance of Shushan Sword Palace, there are also many similar sword-raising methods. Each one is a magical sword technique, and there are even several sword techniques at the Earth Immortal level.

Therefore, Mo Changsheng has no shortage of swordsmanship and can't finish learning anything in his hand.

Therefore, he is actually more curious about other types of martial arts, such as stepping on the clouds and walking on the wind, and the thunder gate and fire burning technique, which makes him more interested.

Thinking in his heart, he returned to the residence arranged by Song Yan for him, and then he was determined to get many martial arts secrets from Wushuang City.

...

"You are Mo Changsheng?"

On the tenth day after arriving at Wushuang City, a young man came outside Mo Changsheng House, carrying an exaggerated sword box, hugging his hands, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Are you Wushuang?" Mo Changsheng looked at the boy in front of him and couldn't help but smile. When he saw the Wushuang sword box, he naturally guessed that this was Wushuang.

This son is indeed very talented. He now has the cultivation level of the Heaven Realm, which is not much worse than his master Song Yan coming back. Even if he gives him a few more months, Song Yan will be defeated by his sword.

"It's me!" Wushuang's eyes shone brightly, staring at Mo Changsheng, and spoke again: "I want to ask you about the sword!"

"Ha?" Mo Changsheng was stunned. Is it so direct?

But thinking about Wushuang's temperament, it seems that this is indeed something he can say.

"Ask the sword..." Mo Changsheng rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, and waved his hand, a sword full of ink flew out of the house and fell into his hand.

"Is this your sword?" Wushuang looked at the Mo Mei sword in Mo Changsheng's hand. Even though he had not yet been unsheathed, he could see that it was a famous sword, a good sword, and there were few swords that Beili could compare with.

"That's for the time being." Mo Changsheng nodded, and the ink plum slowly unsheathed, his whole body was like ink, without showing his sharpness. He was like the plum blossom, and he had no intention of fighting for spring, allowing all the flowers to jealous.

Bang!

The sword box fell to the ground, Wushuang slapped the sword box with force, and the twelve flying swords flew out of the sword box and were divided into a row in front of Wushuang.

Wushuang tapped them gently, and at the same time recited the names of these swords: "Cloud shuttle, light frost, wind flute, red leaves, butterfly, saber shadow, killing, breaking the catastrophe, jade Ruyi, round finger soft, clay, and vast!"

"Oh? Twelve flying swords are rare at your age." Mo Changsheng was very slow, not as if he wanted to compete with others in swords, but rather like a sword dancing, without any sword momentum or sharpness.

"It's a pity that he can't control the thirteenth sword." Wushuang said bluntly. If he could control the thirteenth sword - the Ming Zhuque, then he would have truly entered the level of the sword immortal.

"Is the Ming Dynasty Vermilion Bird?" Mo Changsheng thought for a while, then smiled again: "The name of the Ming Dynasty Vermilion Bird is a bit strange. Could it be that it comes from the Ming Dynasty?"

"I don't know, there is no record of any classics in the city." Wushuang answered questions and was very honest.

But in fact, he was not feeling well now. There was an invisible trend in the sword casting on Mo Changsheng, like a towering mountain, right in front of him, giving people a kind of spiritual oppression.

"Okay." Mo Changsheng was not concerned, and could sense a few figures hiding in the dark. In the past few days, he has introduced a lot of martial arts through the disciples of Wushuang City, but unfortunately he couldn't even catch his eyes.

But he thought so, Wushuangcheng and other people would not think so, and they could understand that they always stared at him.

The Mo Mei sword shook, and a sharp aura came out freely, like a towering mountain, standing straight in front of you, with the sharp sword aura trying to sweep across the world!

"It depends on your own to give you a sword." Mo Changsheng came back to his senses and looked at Wushuang in front of him. This big Wushuang City was just like this kid.

"Please give me advice!" Wushuang roared and stepped into the air. A sword held his body. The other eleven swords pointed directly at Mo Changsheng, and could burst out a killing sword at any time.

Mo Changsheng's eyes closed slightly, like an unshakable mountain, holding the ink plum, slowly slashing out, like a master of painting writing in the void, a trace of ink slowly passed by, like a shocking glance, but also with infinite mystery.

At this moment, Wushuang's body seemed to be suppressed. In front of him, it seemed as if a towering sacred mountain slowly fell down. He could not see the peak even if he looked up.

"break!"

Wushuang shouted loudly, and the twelve flying swords broke through the air at the same time, like twelve streams of light, carrying a magnificent true energy, wrapped in a vast sword energy, and all came to fight.

Rumble!

Just like a thunderclap on the ground, the sword energy was raging, and the nearby houses were instantly cut into pieces, and large areas collapsed, and there was no perfect place to be found.

"Bang!"

“Hu—Hu—”

Wushuang knelt on one knee, gasping heavily, and twelve flying swords scattered in all directions.

Just to catch Mo Changsheng's casual sword, he exhausted his true energy, almost exhausted, and could not exert any strength on his body.

"Wushuang!" A voice came from far to near, and in an instant, she saw Song Yan coming back here. In addition, dozens of Wushuang disciples were holding various weapons and watching Mo Changsheng vigilantly.

"Let go!" Song Yanhui helped Wushuang up. Seeing this scene, he immediately shouted. Just like them, they were not enough to even stuff Mo Changsheng's teeth. If they annoyed Mo Changsheng like they did a few days ago, it would be enough for them to drink a pot.

Upon hearing this, these disciples also put away the weapons in their hands, but they still surrounded Wushuang and Song Yan and returned to guard against Mo Changsheng.

"Little Wushuang, the quality of your martial artists in Wushuang City needs to be improved. After all, I am a guest. I always want to face me with swords. Isn't that great?" Mo Changsheng also put away the Mo Mei Sword and looked at Wushuang with a smile.ωωw..net

"You are too strong, so they are naturally afraid of you." Wushuang said bluntly, but his voice was a little weak. The sword just now almost exhausted his true energy and spirit. Now he can't even take back the flying sword, so he can only pick it up one by one.

After saying that, he looked at someone beside him and said, "Senior Brother, don't worry, you are not strong enough. As long as you don't mess with him, he is not interested in attacking you."

Lu Yuzhai, the other disciples: "..."

Thank you for comforting us!

Thank you for thinking about us so much!

"Hahaha!" Mo Changsheng laughed loudly when he heard the sound, "What a honest child. Fellow Daoist Song, you have a good disciple."

When Song Yan heard this, she smiled bitterly before bowing to Mo Changsheng: "The real person is laughing."

"Why do you come to see a smile?" Mo Changsheng smiled lightly on his face: "Sword heart is natural, so many people can't get the qualifications. If you Wushuang City want to get the word "world", I see... it depends on him."

Wushuang's talent is indeed very high, and he has a innocent sword heart. As long as he does not die, it is not difficult for him to go to the gods. Wushuang City may really have a chance to get back the word "world".

"The real person is too honored." Song Yanhui was still very happy to hear Mo Changsheng praise him so much. He was not as good as Li Hanyi, but the disciples he trained were of outstanding talent, so he was naturally happy.

"By the way." Song Yan returned to Wushuang to deliver true energy. At this time, his complexion had improved a little. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, looked at Mo Changsheng and asked again: "What's the name of the sword just now?"

"That sword?" Mo Changsheng was worried again. He had a casual sword. Why did these swordsmen have to ask for a name?

"Call-Sword...yi!"

Mo Changsheng hesitated and soon felt like he suddenly realized that the last word "一" was so decisive.
Chapter completed!