"Brother Ji knows Bu Jingyun?"
Bu Jingyun left, and Wuming couldn't help but ask.
"I don't know, I just met once, and then we had a little fun!" After briefly describing the incident between himself and Bu Jingyun, Ji Mo asked Wuming: "Since you have withdrawn from the world, why are you still there? Wandering into the muddy waters of the world again?"
Wuming sighed and said: "Bu Jingyun is too cold and arrogant, has too much murderous intent, and has a peerless sword but a peerless weapon with astonishing power. When these two meet together, there will probably be more trouble in this world. I Although I have withdrawn from the world, I don’t want to see such a thing happen. Moreover, after these few days of discovery, I found that although Bu Jingyun has a murderous intention, he still has kind thoughts in his heart, so I plan to Give the other party a chance...".
If some people say this, saying that they are obsessed with the world and cannot bear to see the world rise again, they might be suspected of being hypocritical or even acting.
But the strange thing is that Wuming doesn't give people such a feeling when he says this. In addition to his reputation, he seems to have a peculiar temperament that makes people believe him unconsciously. That feeling is like the sword. The emperor's majestic demeanor is convincing.
"Brother Wuming really cares about the world, I really admire him!" Ji Mo said this sincerely. He couldn't be as selfless as Wuming, so caring for the world, but it didn't stop him from admiring people like Wuming. .
"Make Brother Ji laugh!" Wuming smiled calmly, showing off his master's demeanor.
"Haha!" Ji Mo smiled faintly.
"Brother Ji uses a knife?" Wuming asked knowingly as he glanced at Mo Li, who had been kept close to Ji Mo.
"Yes!" Ji Mo responded, glanced at Wuming, and saw that there was also a trace of curiosity and passion in his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, raised his fingers in front of him, paused slightly, and with a wisp of a knife The light struck Wuming.
Go forward indomitably, cut in two with one knife, extremely sharp!
Wuming's eyes flashed, as if he saw a knife that cut the entire world in half. Then he moved his fingers horizontally and used an inexplicable sword technique, which collided with Ji Mo's fingers.
"Ding!"
It was obviously flesh and blood fingers intersecting, but there was a clashing sound like swords intersecting.
There was a pause, and then the arms of the two people turned into afterimages. Suddenly, a continuous sound of fighting sounded and connected in the room.
As soon as the Heavenly Sword came out, it carried the power of heaven and earth and impressed all the swords.
But Ji Mo's finger was like a sky-cutting blade, trying to split it in two.
"Ding!"
Their fingers collided together again, and after a sword energy and a ray of sword light were extinguished at the same time, the two of them retracted their fingers at the same time.
"The power of the Heavenly Sword is indeed well-deserved!"
"Brother Ji's sword is extremely powerful!"
If the nameless sword can make ten thousand swords surrender, like an emperor in the sword, commanding ten thousand swords, and making all the swords in the world work for him, then Ji Mo's sword is the only blade that will cut the heavens apart.
After a brief discussion, Ji Mo stood up to say goodbye and returned to his room.
However, just before practicing at the end of the season, when I was habitually scanning the surrounding environment with my mental power, I noticed that a young man with an upright face and a handsome face was sparring with Bu Jingyun on the back hill of Miyin Temple.
"Is this the nameless disciple, Jian Chen?"
Seeing that the sword moves in Jian Chen's hand were very similar to those used by Wuming when they were sparring with him, Ji Mo immediately understood the identity of the young man.
"We're going to lose!"
Looking at the competition between the two, Ji Mo said lightly.
Sure enough, as soon as Ji Mo finished speaking, Jian Chen was knocked to the ground by the bamboo sword in Bu Jingyun's hand.
"Haha, in the face of Bu Jingyun who uses all his killing moves, you showed mercy. Should I say that you have a kind heart? Or are you just being arrogant?"
Seeing Jian Chen leaving quickly in shame and anger, Ji Mo withdrew his mental power and started practicing.
One night flies by.
The next day, the sky was clear and the sunshine was like a waterfall, covering Wuming and Bu Jingyun standing in front of the main hall of Miyin Temple with a golden veil.
Wuming's face was dull, but Bu Jingyun's face was serious.
Even though Wuming's condition for him was that he would return his peerless sword as long as he defeated him in one move, Bu Jingyun had experienced Wuming's power before.
He wasn't even 10% sure of winning a move!
However, even so, he still has to compete, even if it means risking his own life!
"I respect you as a senior and don't want to hurt you, so..."
As Bu Jingyun spoke, he used his fingers to break off the tip of the sword he was using to compete.
Seeing this, Wuming somewhat admired the other party, but Ji Mo twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly.
Injury to Wuming? You think too much! And a sword can't kill without a tip? You think less!
"If we don't move, we will have no chance to take action."
Bu Jingyun stood with his sword in hand. Feeling the increasing pressure from Wuming, he thought to himself, swung the sword lightly in his hand, and attacked Wuming with his vague and uncertain steps.
The sword light flashed, sword energy splashed everywhere, but the real sword had disappeared in the sword light.
But this kind of swordsmanship is completely useless against Wuming!
"Ding!"
There was a soft sound, and when Bu Jingyun's sword was no longer one foot away from him, Wuming raised the sword in his hand, and then received the opponent's attack.
Bu Jingyun's expression changed, and while his heart was horrified, Wuming moved.
Bu Jingyun's sword was as murderous as Bu Jingyun's, but the position of each sword was just right, leaving Bu Jingyun in a state of embarrassment.
The sword energy was everywhere, and two figures moved staggered in the small square in front of the hall, but one figure could only keep retreating, so that ordinary people could see the obvious gap.
"Donor Ji, who do you think will win?"
Suddenly, Du Kong, the abbot of Miyin Temple who witnessed the battle with Ji Mo, asked Ji Mo a question that seemed to have an obvious answer.
Ji Mo smiled, and after looking at the monk who had a purpose, he gave an answer that surprised the monk.
"Bu Jingyun!"
"Oh?" Dukong turned to Ji Mo and said, "Why does the donor think it's Bu Jingyun? Does the donor think Bu Jingyun is better than Wuming?"
"No, Bu Jingyun is just being cruel to himself!" Ji Mo smiled and said: "Wu Ming's sword shows mercy, but Bu Jingyun's sword kills him. For Wu Ming, the peerless sword is just a sword, but for Wu Ming, the best sword is just a sword. For Bu Jingyun, it is his hope for revenge. He has already laid down his life. As long as Wuming doesn't want to kill him, then Bu Jingyun will win!"
Dukong's eyes flashed and he said: "Thank you, donor! Wuming is compassionate! I hope Bu Jingyun can understand Wuming's kindness and compassion!".
Dukong lowered his head, turned around, looked at Bu Jingyun, and thought to himself: "Since Wuming doesn't want to kill him, then let me kill him! Transform him into a Buddha!".
