Chapter 19: True intention

The heavens and the earth stopped the spewing, the wind was blowing, and the tables and chairs stopped moving.
Chen Mo-Yuan is also the same as when he first entered this wine shop. He didn't feel any terrible smell.
However, his calm words continued to blow through the bodies of these students like the wind.
Ding Ning's brows are slightly stunned and will open.
"Go out, so that you don't have to mess things up, but you have to work hard to clean up." But he still hasn't had time to say anything. Chen Mo is said this faintly, and turned directly and walked out of the wine shop.
Xu Heshan's face has become more and more ugly, but at the same time that Chen Mo turned away, he did not keep up with the first time, but turned his head and looked at Xie Changsheng and Nangong Cai, and lowered the voice and said: "Low pressure The realm has nothing to do with cultivation."
The students present were very intelligent, and they all understood the meaning of Xu Heshan.
In the case of abandoning the cultivation, the key to determining the outcome is often the experience of the enemy and the skill of the battle.
"I know."
Xie Changsheng looked at Chen Mo's back and said coldly: "It is also about face, and naturally let the people who fight in us fight."
He exported this sentence, and all of these students’ eyes stopped at Nangong’s pick.
In these people, the factors that make up the cultivation, the most fighting, are the most delicate girl.
Nangong Caiqi himself seems to be very clear about this.
Her face was gradually disappeared, and she did not say any words. It was only the first move and she was at the forefront.
Chen Mo was standing in the middle of the street. He looked down at the ground and saw several weeds in the cracks in the boots.
He thought of the Fuling Jun who he followed. In this Qin Dynasty, it is also like a wild grass that is stubborn in the stone.
Just after today, will this situation get a turnaround?
His fascination is also getting worse.
He turned and looked at the Nangong Palace, which was opposite him. He was beheaded and said: "Please!"
Nangong’s eyes are slightly stunned and he is also decapitated:
Please!

The sound is still echoing in this alley, and the sparrows on the surrounding phoenix trees suddenly start to fly, and countless yellow leaves whirl out from the body of Nangong.
The wind swelled, and the Nangong picks a pure straight line, bringing out a piece of afterimage, cut away from the center line of Chen Mo.
A fish-shaped iron sword was pulled out from her right hand, and in an unusually straight posture, she squatted toward Chen Mo's head.
When the sword is just out, the old force will disappear and the new force will be born again.
A stock of the stock broke out in the air, disappeared, and broke out.
In the cold air, there are constantly bursts of waves.
It's just an unusually straight sword, but it gives people the feeling of countless swords.
This is her father, who guards the city of Lishi, the general of the city.
In the story of many recorded and Zhao Wang dynasties, Nangong broke through the city numerous times and flew several heavy armored vehicles.
This is an extremely fierce sword that continues to force through the control of infuriating.
Chen Mo's eyes also have different light, and he did not even think that such a delicate girl, even a shot is so fierce, and even can be said to be mighty!
Just facing such a fierce sword, his reaction is just a flash of light in his eyes.
He did not retreat in one step, and there seemed to be a crane in the air.
His sword is out of the sheath.
His hilt is white and white jade, and the inside of the sword is actually crystal white, thin and slightly transparent, with shallow feathers, looks beautiful and fragile.
However, this sword, but it was extremely simple and rude, and it was lifted up, and the fish-shaped iron sword that came from the top down was smashed.
A loud bang.
A circle of blasts blew around the bodies of the two people, and even the soft grasses of Chen Mo's foot from the stone were broken by the strong and sharp sword.
The eyes of Xie Changsheng and others did not consciously pick up.
No one thought that Chen Mo’s seemingly fragile white sword could even spur such power, and in such a short space, such a strong force could burst out.
The most important thing is that the white sword in his hand doesn't even have any scars at the moment, just trembles constantly.
However, the generous fish-patterned iron sword in the hands of Nangong Cai has been slightly curved.
A few bloodshots are flowing from her tiger's mouth to the hilt of the fish-patterned iron sword.
There are a lot of scattered spectators in the alleys around Wutong. They may not be able to see the ingenuity of this kind of battle. What shocks them is that Nangong’s small body can actually burst out like this. the power of.
An angry tip that caused the eardrum to explode was sprayed out from the lips of Nangong.
The bottom of the boot under her feet made a nearly bursting sound, but she did not step back.
She bit her teeth and endured the pain, and her left hand stabbed Chen Mo's lower abdomen.
At this moment, she had a cyan sword in her left hand.
The surface of this cyan sword has many vines that are naturally formed by casting. While she stabbed it up, the infuriating air on the sword also made the air seem to have many blue-colored fine vines. When growing, it is impossible to see clearly where the sword tip points.
This is the green vine and the green vine sword of the Qingteng Academy.
Ding Ning's face is also dignified.
No wonder even if you are proud, thank you, Changsheng will give up the position to let Nangong pick the battle to fight. The Qingteng of the Qingteng Jianyuan and the Qingteng sword are difficult to cooperate. When Nangong picks up in the second world, It has indeed been a rare wizard to let the two play such power.
The sword is coming to the forefront, just under a fierce sword, and hiding such a feminine sword, even Chen Mo is a face change.
He has the urge to unlock his true element.
However, he still forcibly controlled his own impulses. At the moment of the electric Flint, his left hand also moved.
There is no sword in his left hand, but there is a scabbard and a scabbard of a luxurious green shark skin.
This scabbard suddenly became a spring water, carrying countless green vines that grew up.
All the people only heard a bang.
That is the sound of a sword.
All the vine-like swords disappeared, and the face of Nangong’s picks became white.
All the students behind her took a breath of air.
Her sword is attributed to Chen Mo's sheath.
Among the countless vines, in such a rush of time, Chen Mo's accurately grasped her true sword shadow, and accurately covered her sword with a scabbard.
In the next moment, Chen Mo's action has not stopped.
Chen Mo left the end of the scabbard and continued to swing the sword.
Spring water continues to sway.
The Nangong pick was finally unable to support. Her body was first picked up like a stone, and the heel was off the ground. At the next moment, her left hand with the sword was shaken and the five fingers were loose. The handle she held was small. The sword broke away from her palm, like a bird caught in a cage, still trapped in the green scabbard of Chen Mo's hand.
Xie Changsheng hangs his head. He is very cold and angry, but he knows that what he said at this time is nonsense.
Xu Heshan and many other students are also pale.
From the beginning of Chen Mo's departure, they knew that the swordsmen of the Dachu Dynasty were very strong. However, they did not expect that they would be so strong. Even many teachers of the Qingteng Academy of Sciences thought that the most of the students of the Ivy League in the past few decades. The Nangong picks who knew the battle were so defeated that even the ivy sleeve sword was taken over by a sword.
Oh...oh...
Two whispers, Nangong picks up the feet, and two pieces of smoke escape from her feet.
After all, she is a very young girl. She thinks of the teachings of the teachers in the sword school on weekdays, and sees that the green vine sleeve sword that she sees as a life is taken by the other party. She is so angry that she even wants to cry.
Chen Mo looked at her.
He took the sword.
The vine sleeve sword flew out of his scabbard and fell straight in front of the Nangong pick. At the same time, his right-handed white jade-like sword was firmly sheathed.
These gestures can't be said to be quiet and elegant.
"In this kind of cultivation, I will cultivate the sakura and the saplings to the extent that they can be proud of themselves and may win me in the future."
He seriously looked at the Nangong pick, and he did not bring any sincerity and appreciation.
Nangong Cai did not look at him.
She looked at the sapling sword from the slightest tremor in the stone crevice in front of her. She felt the helplessness and powerlessness of the sapling sword. Her nose was slightly sour and I felt sorry for it.
She took a deep breath and rubbed her nose.
Then she pulled up the blue sword and the face became extremely solemn again.
A faint glow of blue light swept like a vine leaf in the air.
In her right hand palm, there was a shallow blood mark and a few drops of blood.
"Please Mr. Chen must live well, I will beat you."
She held the bleeding right hand, and put the cyan sword on the chest, and said seriously.
This is the sword of the Qin people.
In her view, losing is losing, winning is winning, and whether the process of winning or losing has a place to be proud and radiant is not important at all.
The key is that as long as there is still life, then the lose will win back.
Chen Mo was silent for the time of counting.
Not because of fear, but because of respect and concern.
The Qin people have the heart of the tiger and wolf, and even the girl like Changling, everything that is shown today is enough to alert any Chu people.
It’s just something that needs to be done today, and it’s absolutely impossible for this girl and the students behind her to drag on.
So his grace has once again become calm and cold.
"Today's comparison is actually unfair, because I have more combat experience than you."
His eyes swept over the palms of Nangong's white-collar, sweeping through the faces of everyone such as Xie Changsheng and Xu Moshan, and then slowly said: "I am only twenty-seven this year."
At this time, suddenly mentioning his age seriously, it may be difficult for ordinary people to understand.
But these students are practitioners.
Often, before they officially began their practice, they have seen countless books on spiritual practice and have heard many teachings.
So they all know the true meaning of Chen Mo from this sentence.