Xiaomu also studied for a long time and tried many times before refining this crushing spirit sword.

Mo Hua then came to try the sword again.

"The second-grade elementary bird-like monsters are not good enough, they are a bit weak..."

Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

Birds and monsters are inherently weaker in blood and flesh defense than animals, but they are difficult to deal with because of their ability to fly through the sky and their speed.

But these advantages are all restrained by the "sword control" of ink painting.

After Xiaomu improved the spirit sword before, Mo Hua was able to "control the sword" and kill an eagle demon alone.

Now that this spirit sword has been iterated several times and has been enhanced a lot, Mo Hua wants to try it with a stronger monster.

"Second-grade mid-level demon wood eagle."

This is the purpose specially chosen for ink painting.

The Demonic Wood Eagle is relatively weak among the second-grade mid-level monsters, but it is definitely much stronger than the second-grade elementary ones.

Mo Hua calmed down, let go of his consciousness, and sat there "waiting for the rabbit".

Waiting to see if this monster flies from the sky, let yourself stab with the sword.

But after waiting for a long time, those who flew over were all second-level bird demons.

Mo Hua sighed slightly.

If you want to encounter a second-grade mid-level monster in the outer mountains, you really need to have some luck.

Of course, the killing was a bit ruthless mainly on the hills above Taixumen.

Although there are too many monsters in the Demon Refining Mountain, and their disciples cannot kill them all, the monsters also know which mountains are dangerous and where the monks are dangerous, and they will migrate according to the situation.

There are fewer second-level elementary monsters, and naturally there are fewer intermediate-level monsters.

Ink painting is helpless.

"Look somewhere else?"

You might be able to encounter these hills after leaving Taixu Gate.

Anyway, they are all in the outer mountains, and I have stepped on them a bit, so there won’t be much danger.

Mo Hua put away his sword, stood up and looked into the distance, then picked a direction where he felt he might encounter a monster, and walked straight over.

After leaving the mountain top of Taixu Gate, the surrounding mountains looked a little strange.

After walking for a while, I saw several disciples from other sects.

Some of them were wearing sect robes, and some were not.

Those who wear sect robes are because there are many disciples in the same sect and they have to look after each other.

Those who did not wear robes were small groups of three or five, in order to keep a low profile and not reveal their true identity.

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then silently took off his Taixu Sect Taoist robe and put on a pair of light gray casual clothes.

It's better to keep a low profile when you're alone.

After walking like this for a while, Mo Hua finally found traces of a second-grade mid-level demonic wooden eagle.

He let go of his consciousness and followed the trail until he reached a mountain forest. Sure enough, he saw the hawk demon hovering above the mountain forest, with a fierce look in his eyes and a harsh neighing sound from time to time.

The hawk demon has a huge body, and its aura is somewhat astonishing.

Whether it is blood energy or demonic power, it is a level higher than ordinary second-grade primary demonic beasts.

Mo Hua looked back and first chose an escape route for himself.

If the sword flew out and failed to severely damage the harpy, then he must make a decisive decision and run away.

Otherwise, if you are targeted by this harpy, you will be in trouble.

After Mo Hua selected the route and ensured that it was foolproof, he began to sit cross-legged on the ground, took out his spiritual sword, locked the enemy with his spiritual consciousness, and controlled the sword with his spiritual thoughts.

With a thought, the spiritual sword resonates.

A bright golden light suddenly appeared, drawing a sharp golden line from the sky, accompanied by a slight sound of swords, and with lightning speed, it hit the demon wood eagle hovering in the sky.

The moment the spiritual sword hit, the golden sword energy bloomed.

The sword energy transformed by the sword formation was like a small hurricane, strangling the divine body of Yao Muying.

The spiritual sword itself was also destroyed by the sword energy and fell into pieces.

The sword body shattered into pieces and split into tiny pieces, which mixed with the sword energy and exploded like golden fireworks in the daytime.

The broken sword and sword energy strangled together.

Even the second-grade mid-level Demonic Wood Eagle is hard to resist suddenly.

Its feathers were crushed by the sword energy, and at the same time, the broken spirit sword also cut its flesh.

This crushing style of sword control can also be regarded as the integration of sword energy and sword weapon in another sense.

With a shrill roar, the Demonic Wood Eagle fell from the sky.

Mo Hua, who had already prepared to escape at any moment after using his sword, looked happy when he saw this.

The power of this crushing sword was stronger than he expected.

According to his experience, if birds and monsters fall directly from the sky, their injuries will not be minor.

Mo Hua decided to step forward and take a look.

If the monster is seriously injured and there is a chance to kill it, then use the sword to make up for it.

A second-grade mid-level monster, even if it is injured by the sword energy and the body is incomplete, it is still a huge achievement.

If it was this demonic wooden eagle, its demonic power was strong and its injuries were not serious.

Then consider it a lucky one.

Don't provoke it yourself.

Mo Hua followed the direction where the Demonic Wood Eagle fell, but when he arrived at the place, he was a little surprised.

There is no sign of the demon wood eagle...

In front of him was a small section of cliff.

When the Demonic Wood Eagle fell to the ground, it seemed to flutter a few times, and accidentally fell off the cliff again.

Mo Hua looked around and saw that the cliff was not high. Although it was a bit cloudy and foggy, he could vaguely see the forest below the cliff.

It doesn't look dangerous.

Mo Hua thought for a while, then attached his spiritual power to his hands and feet, pressed against the cliff, and fell down little by little.

But the cliff was steep and the mountain was higher than he thought.

It took nearly half an hour for the ink painting to fall to the bottom of the cliff.

When we reached the bottom of the cliff, we found a forest with lush vegetation, but there was still no trace of the Demonic Wood Eagle.

Mo Hua let go of his spiritual consciousness, sensed the breath, and used the calculations of heaven to detect cause and effect. Finally, he found blood stains seeping into the soil on the ground, as well as a faint trace of cause and effect.

The ink painting moves forward following the movement of Qi.

After walking for about a cup of tea, he suddenly stopped and looked up, his eyes slightly focused.

He found the demon wood eagle.

But his monster was robbed!

At this time, Yao Muying was already dead, lying on the ground with all his blood flowing out and completely lifeless.

And on its bruised body, in addition to the fine golden sword marks, there was another obvious sword wound. It seemed that it was injured by an extremely cold and powerful sword energy, and it died as a result.

Next to Yao Muying, stood a young man.

The young man was wearing a light blue robe. He looked young, with a handsome face, fair complexion, arrogance between his brows and eyes, and his eyes were as sharp as a sword.

Not only his eyes, but his whole person, standing there, looked like a sharp spiritual sword.

Mo Hua's eyes darkened, and after thinking for a while, he still didn't hide his aura deliberately, and walked straight out until he was ten feet away from the young man.

The young man noticed the footsteps and turned around slowly. His cold eyes touched the ink painting, and he was stunned for a moment.

Mo Hua got straight to the point, pointed at the demon wood eagle and said:

"This monster is mine."

When the young man in green heard this, his expression became cold again, even with obvious hostility.

"your?"

His voice was as crisp as a young man's, but also as cold as the edge of a sword.

"Yes," Mo Hua nodded and pointed upward, "I killed him with a sword and fell off the cliff and landed here."

Killed with a sword...
To be continued...