"The sword realm comes from the state of mind."

Mo Ying looked at the black-shirted swordsman calmly and said, "Assassin has countless ways to kill people, but you have never thought of fighting fairly with a practitioner in the same realm. If your state of mind is different, your sword will naturally be weaker. Just now, when I bowed to you, you did not dare to attack me, which means that there was a problem with your confidence."

The black-shirted swordsman lowered his eyelids.

His face turned gloomy like the sky covered by dark clouds.

"But an assassin is always ready to be killed before taking action."

He was silent for a moment, looked at Mo Ying and said, "I am ready to die. You are still so young. Are you really ready to do this?"

"About life and death, I always don't want to explore more. I only know that starting from the time I learned swordsmanship, if I think about what to do, don't think about anything else. I just need to go on unwaveringly." Mo Ying looked at him and said.

At this time, the black-shirted swordsman finally realized that although this young man from Tianyi Pavilion had an extraordinary reputation in Changling City, his mind was stronger than that of most adults.

With a sneer, the sound of a sharp sword breaking through the air sounded from the second floor of the silent restaurant.

The black-shirt swordsman's eyes fell on the sword he was holding tightly in his hand. His eyebrows were beating, including the force of flesh and blood in his body and the surge of true energy in his arms, which made people intuition that he wanted to pull out the black sheath sword and then draw the sword.

However, his real sword came from his left foot.

His feet kicked Mo Ying's lower abdomen like lightning, and at the same time, a small sword popped up from the tip of his boots.

His sword did not have any tricks, it was purely a sinister sneak attack, pursuing absolute speed.

With this kick, the sword light flew up, faster than many sword masters in the same realm who used their swords to use their hands.

However, at this moment, Mo Ying's five fingers moved slightly, and he gave the black-shirt swordsman the feeling that he wanted to use his sword to resist, but his five

He moved his fingers on the hilt of the sword, but the sword in his hand remained motionless.

His five fingers seemed to have raised strings that were invisible in the air. On the table next to the black-shirted swordsman, the bowl of oil flowers had condensed into white meat soup. However, the above oil flowers were quietly flying out with the movement of his five fingers.

This water light is like the sunlight reflected on the dewdrops in the morning, and it even makes people wonder whether it is true. However, at this moment, it instantly cut into the back of the black-shirted swordsman with an unimaginable fierce murderous intent.

There was only a very thin blood line on the back of the black-shirt swordsman's neck, and even the blood beads did not flow out along the blood line. However, this sharp murderous intent instantly cut into the spine of the black-shirt swordsman, cutting into the muscles connected between the spine and the spine, and easily cutting it off.

The black-shirted swordsman's body suddenly shook. The small sword stretched out from his toes was only one foot away from Mo Ying's lower abdomen. However, his entire body, except for his head, instantly lost consciousness.

He felt bitterness on his face, and he opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but his whole body lost its support and fell down dejectedly.

Mo Ying stretched out his hand, caught his body before he fell to the ground, and then placed him on the chair he had just sat on.

"I just told you that I learned swords with others these days, and the thing that touched me the most is the real opportunity to defeat the enemy, and I will always take the initiative in my hands."

He put the black-shirt swordsman and raised his body, he whispered in the ears of the black-shirt swordsman: "The reason why I feel it very much is because I find that many secret swords in Tianyi Pavilion are originally very suitable for the enemy to take the initiative, and are suitable for moistening things silently before actually drawing the sword."

Mo Ying was not proud.

He just knew the doubts in the black-shirted swordsman's heart.

After he placed the black-shirted swordsman, he left the restaurant.

He is not easy to kill.

Although this black-shirt swordsman was cut off by him, it would not be fatal. If he had a famous doctor and good medicine, he might have the possibility of recovery.

But he doesn't know

Some people are destined to be unable to survive.

The black-shirted swordsman did not call for help.

A pill under his tongue slowly melted.

He let out a painful groan, and his pale face instantly turned black, as if a layer of black paint was applied, and he died.

...

No one moved the standing tree at this time.

There was no special smell in the air because of this person's death.

The rapid and light sword sound did not attract ordinary people's attention.

A sweet smell is filled with the alleyway from the standing wood.

There was an old woman with wrinkles on her face and wearing a shabby cloth selling fried chestnuts.

The chestnuts are originally fragrant, but dried osmanthus flowers are added to her fried chestnuts, which makes them even more fragrant.

On the small wooden stool beside her was sitting a girl, but her clothes were very clean, wearing a pair of new cloth shoes and holding two candy cakes in her hand.

A young man in light blue clothes appeared in front of the old woman.

He stood quietly, looking at the old woman, but he didn't buy chestnuts or walked away.

"Why do you want to block my way?"

The old woman also looked at him for a long time, then grinned. She had rotten teeth, and they were black.

The young man frowned slightly and said proudly, "The road is facing the sky, go one side, and at most it will cover up some of your sunshine."

The old woman laughed.

She seemed to be just smiling very ordinary, but the wrinkles on her face stretched out, and her face seemed to be glowing. She didn't look like an ordinary old woman anymore.

"You are a very interesting young man. You are from Bashan Sword Field. Why haven't you seen you in Changling?" She looked at the young man and asked, "What's your name?"

"I haven't heard of it or seen it, it doesn't mean I'm not there."

The young man looked at her and said, "My name is Ye Xinhe."

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