I don't know what the sword blade was made of. It was as crystal clear as jade, sharp as iron, and had a faint fiery red color.

Mo Hua squinted his eyes and looked at the hilt of the Lihuo Sword again, trying to see if there were any gaps that could be taken apart.

Situ Jian immediately became nervous.

Fortunately, Mo Hua has no plans to actually dismantle it.

He looked around carefully and found that there was no place to start, so he solemnly returned the Lihuo Sword to Situ Jian, "Thank you."

Situ Jian felt relieved, took the Lihuo Sword and put it away immediately.

When the Lihuo Sword was placed in Mo Hua's hand, he always felt on tenterhooks.

The ink painting is self-contemplating.

The Lihuo Sword is Situ's treasure, so it's not easy to get rid of it. If it is really broken, it will be too embarrassing.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then said to Situ Jian:

"Next week, let's go to Demon Refining Mountain and get some spiritual swords from Duanjinmen's hands..."

Part of the power of sword energy comes from the sword formation.

After dismantling the Broken Gold Sword, you can not only study the sword formation, but also study how to improve the gold-defying armor to defend against the real Broken Gold Sword Qi.

Situ Jian shook his head, "It's probably useless to snatch it away. There are usually self-destruction formations painted on the inside of the spirit sword. Once it is forcibly opened, the sword formation will self-destruct..."

Mo Hua was startled, thought about it, and felt it was right.

Since this sword formation is so precious, it is normal to have some means of sealing it and self-destructing it.

But having said that, if you should grab it, you still have to grab it.

Only after I snatched it back did I know whether it could be dismantled.

"It's okay, let's take a look first." Mo Hua said.

Situ Jian wanted to persuade him again, but suddenly he was shocked and realized immediately that if the younger senior brother did not steal the golden sword, with his curious and inquisitive temperament about the formation, he would probably get rid of him sooner or later.

On the Fire Sword...

Situ Jian's heart tightened and he nodded quickly:

"Yes, that's right! If you should grab it, grab it! If you don't grab a few and dismantle it, how can you know whether it will self-destruct?"

"Senior Brother, let me help you grab it together!"

It doesn't matter if the Broken Gold Sword of Broken Golden Gate is dismantled, as long as his Lihuo Sword is not dismantled.

The ink painting moved me deeply.

Situ Jian was also promoted to a "good guy" in his heart.

…

A few days later, the Xun holiday arrived again.

Mo Hua called Cheng Mo, Situ Jian and others, and the five of them went to Demon Refining Mountain again.

Mo Hua didn't let the other disciples come.

Mo Hua has weighed it up and found that if he does not optimize the Kejin Armor and deal with the Broken Gold Sword Qi, the probability of injury to his group of junior brothers and sisters will be greatly increased, and the gain will not be worth the loss.

Moreover, they wanted to "rob" something this time, so they focused on traveling lightly and quickly, and it was not good to have too many people.

Entering Demon Refining Mountain, Mo Hua was familiar with the road and soon discovered a small group of Duanjinmen disciples.

They were a group of eight, headed by a "boy" who looked like a young master.

Mo Hua glanced at them and made a brief perception with his spiritual consciousness, and he had a rough judgment on their strength.

The cultivation base is all in the middle stage of foundation building.

Three are body cultivation, two are spiritual cultivation, and the other three are sword cultivation.

There is no sword in physical training and spiritual training, so there is nothing to grab.

Mainly those three sword cultivators.

Each of them is equipped with a golden spiritual sword, and the "little pretty face" in the lead wears the highest quality spiritual sword, which is shining with gold.

The more I look at the ink paintings, the more I like them.

He decided that from now on, this sword would have the surname "Mo".

These few disciples of Duanjinmen were completely unaware of the approaching danger and were still chatting while searching the mountain:

"Those cowards from Taixu Sect are gone..."

"Don't you dare come."

"I'm afraid that if they know how good I am at breaking the Golden Gate and have self-awareness, then they will understand me."

Someone snorted coldly, "You dare to go against me in breaking the Golden Gate, you are so brave."

Some people are worried, "The gang of boys from Taixumen are very insidious. If they don't show up, I'm afraid they have some bad intentions, so it's better to be careful..."

The leader of the "little pretty boy" disagreed, "It doesn't matter, all these mountains and plains are now my disciples of Duanjinmen, how dare they..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a tall and strong disciple suddenly emerge from nowhere, slashing with his two axes. He was caught off guard and knocked down a proud and careless disciple of Duan Jinmen.

The pretty boy was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed drastically.

"Enemy attack!"

But before they could react, Yang Qianjun rushed out again, with his spear like a dragon, and stabbed another Duanjinmen disciple from behind.

And Situ Jian's Lihuo Sword arrived in an instant.

The blazing fire, accompanied by the sharp sword energy, unexpectedly stabbed the thigh of a Jinmen disciple.

The Duanjinmen disciple wailed and fell to his knees.

Situ Jian succeeded with one blow and did not stop. Instead, he immediately activated twelve points of spiritual power and continued to attack the next disciple.

This time he took action with extra force and said silently in his heart:

I must help my little brother to get the Broken Golden Sword!

In order to prevent the younger brother from thinking about Li Huojian again.

The pretty boy who was the core disciple of Duanjinmen was furious when he saw this. He was about to use his sword to fight the enemy, but as soon as he drew the sword halfway, he felt a sudden pain in the back of his head and became dizzy.

"Sap?!"

The pretty boy was stunned for a moment, then he immediately reacted, took out a golden amulet and tried to activate it.

But as soon as he took out the golden amulet, a fireball roared towards him and exploded on his arm.

He felt pain, his hand shook, and the golden amulet fell to the ground. He leaned over to get it, but it was already too late.

Hao Xuan had already kicked the golden amulet away.

On the other side, these ordinary Duanjinmen disciples are no match for Cheng Mo, the "little junior brothers" who have rich experience, tacit cooperation, and have been "educated" by ink painting.

They were caught off guard and were attacked by surprise. Within ten rounds, four of them were captured, while the other three were too timid to step forward.

Cheng Mo and others started to get angry at the pretty boy.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the pretty boy immediately used the Golden Body Escape Technique to escape.

His movement skills were very impressive, and with a flash of golden light, the person had already fled several feet away.

While escaping, he did not forget to say harsh words, "Despicable villain, just wait, I will come later..."

Before he finished speaking, a blue light flashed, and a chain came out of thin air, tying him up tightly.

The pretty boy was shocked and pale.

"What kind of spell is this?"

He was still about to struggle, but Cheng Mo had already rushed in front of him with long strides, and placed two big axes on the pretty boy's neck.

The pretty boy secretly hated himself and said angrily:

"A bunch of bastards! You..."

Cheng Mo went up and kicked him. The pretty boy was in pain. He held his stomach and swallowed the rest of the dirty words.

Mo Hua was not polite, his hands were like lightning, he grabbed the broken golden sword around the pretty boy's waist without anyone noticing, put it into his arms, and then said decisively without any hesitation:

"withdraw!"

He had already sensed that there were other Duanjinmen disciples rushing over after hearing the sound, and there seemed to be a lot of them.

At this time, withdraw if you can, and don't get too entangled.

Cheng Mo and others also nodded.

Then a group of five people withdrew again vigorously.

The pretty boy was startled for a moment, and when he looked down, he realized that at some point, the broken golden sword on his waist had disappeared.

"My sword!"
To be continued...