Reborn as a crazy female disciple of the God who killed his wife three times

Li Mo, who was facing Zhao Chenyu from a distance, was dressed in white, holding a blood-red sword, and the red silk of the scabbard was fluttering in the wind, as if it was going to tear the sky apart - the blood sword in her hand was called "Yanluan", a sword with extremely murderous aura, and somewhat bloody and evil. Originally, Mu Jianfei did not agree with her choosing this sword as her natal sword in the sword pool of Wentian Sect, but Li Mo insisted, so Mu Jianfei followed her.

The body of the "Yanluan" sword is like blood, the scabbard is like blood, the sword light is also like blood, the blood splashes on the sword, and it is impossible to tell which is the blood and which is the sword. Whenever it is stained with human blood, the sword light will only be brighter, and the sword power will only be stronger. It is a very evil sword.

However, no matter how evil a sword is, if it is held in the hands of a righteous person or a person with a strong will, it can be used to eliminate demons and defend righteousness and exert its strongest combat power.

The sword is not the most important thing, the swordsman is.

This is Mu Jianfei’s philosophy, so he allowed Li Mo to choose the sword.

At this time, at dusk, the afterglow of the sky stretched the shadows of the two people standing on the white jade arena to a very long length. The red sun dyed everything in the world a layer of bright red. Li Mo's white clothes were torn, and he stood quietly like a cedar. His white robe was blown up by the wind, light and elegant, resonating with the world...

Zhao Chenyu, as the third great-grandson of the direct line cultivated by the Zhao family and Elder Zhao, has become an elite of the Wentian Sect second only to Zhao Dalang after years of hard work. He is also one of the prides of the entire family. At this time, he cannot retreat, and he cannot retreat, because he represents the entire face of the Zhao family.

In this case, put aside all distractions and fight to win.

A crisis may also be an opportunity for a turning point. If he can defeat Li Mo, who is ranked first in the Ningxuan realm in the Tianbao Divine Talisman, wouldn't he become famous all over the world?

In other words, if he lost, he would lose to the first place of "Tianbao Shenlu". In fact, he had nothing to lose. Thinking of this, he relaxed a little and cast aside all his worries.

He bowed and said to Li Mo: "Senior Sister Mu, please teach me--"

"Please." Li Mo nodded. As the number one in the Condensation Realm of "Tianbao Divine Talisman", she would naturally not be the first to attack. So Zhao Chenyu condensed his energy, exerted force with his fingertips, and drew a cold sword light in his hand. He controlled the sword with his mind, released the invisible sword intent, condensed it into tangible sword energy, and flew towards Li Mo.

The sword light turned into countless stars, shining brightly. The sword intent was condensed into stars all over the sky. Every sword move contained powerful power. These star-like sword intents intertwined in the air to form a huge sword net, as if no matter how people dodge, they can't escape the coverage of this sword net. This sword intent that seemed to break through the air like a meteor was extremely hard-working.

"Wow!" Someone in the audience exclaimed, "That Zhao Sanlang is pretty good."

"That's the direct descendant of the peak master. Moreover, Zhao Sanlang is also at the peak of the Condensed Profound Realm..."

"But his opponent is Mu Limo from Du Cang Peak..."

In the Wentian Sect, in this world, Ducang Peak represents many things.

The spiritual energy on the arena was surging, shaking the heavens and the earth. It was obvious at a glance that the fighting warriors were very powerful. The audience watched intently, and their emotions were very excited. Zhao Chenyu was very strong, but they were more concerned about Mu Limo, Mu Limo from Du Cangfeng, Mu Limo, the disciple of Tian Jianzi...

Li Mo stood under the sky, as quiet as a pine tree under the first snow, and she only drew her sword.

This sword was like the light of dawn, piercing through the dark night sky and emitting a dazzling light. The sword body was like blood, glowing red, weaving like a big net, dyeing everything around it red. The sword's sword intent was so powerful that it seemed to cut through everything in the world. The red sword light contained a kind of weirdness, a weirdness that ruled everything in the world...

Zhao Chenyu's sword light was covered by this red net and converged into one point.

Everything was quiet.

An extremely fast sword.

A powerful sword.

The people in the audience burst into a huge exclamation in silence. They cheered and jumped for joy to see such a wonderful sword. They admired in their hearts: He is worthy of being Du Cangfeng, worthy of being the disciple of the best man in the world.

Zhao Chenyu was knocked back by the sword and flew backwards. His knees weakened and he was about to fall to the ground, but Li Mo Ningkong lifted him up and stopped him from falling. He swayed slightly and finally stood up. He looked at Li Mo with implicit gratitude, swallowed the blood in his mouth, bowed and said to Li Mo: "Thank you, Senior Sister. I lost."

He was convinced of his defeat.

Li Mo smiled slightly. At this time of the devil at dusk, his whole body was covered with golden light. He was calm and elegant, and did not fight with the world. He said: "Young Master Zhao is a young talent. His sword moves are powerful. He is a rare opponent. I think you also love swords very much."

The first half of Li Mo's compliment did not move Zhao Chenyu, but the last sentence made his eyes light up, as if it touched his heart.

The young man loved swords. Even though his family specialized in weapons, he studied swordsmanship diligently and sought guidance from many masters. He regretted that he had never been a disciple of Mu Jianfei. Now, Mu Jianfei's second disciple, who was recognized as the best in Ningxuan, praised his dedication to swordsmanship. For a moment, his heart surged...

Thinking about all the discussions before, no one said anything about Zhao Baishuang. Not a single word of the unpleasant words Zhao Baishuang said when he pointed at Li Mo's nose was spread outside. It can be known that Li Mo did not reveal anything to the outside world. Thinking of this, he looked at Li Mo with even more gratitude.

Under such gazes, Li Mo's expression remained as calm as the moon. For someone like her, it was very common for her to scheme against others, their brothers and sisters, and their families, and still gain their gratitude.

To be respectable in front of others, but to hide one's calculations behind others' backs, this is the principle of a wise man of the righteous path. Although it is different from her previous life of being adept at the devil's way, she is still smart...

Of course, the strategy itself is also based on the premise that one is strong enough.

If you are weak, no matter how many strategies you have, they will be futile and useless.

Li Mo walked down the stage leisurely and was welcomed by countless disciples of the Wentian Sect. She maintained a friendly and kind smile and responded to everyone's praises with just the right amount of humility and dissatisfaction on her face - damn, Chun Chun is just a villain in a novel, Li Mo mocked herself in her heart.

A man rushed up to her and shouted excitedly, "Junior Sister Limo, you won beautifully. I bet you will definitely win." The man was Si Renxuan, and beside him was Si Xiaoxiao, who looked calm and gentle. Both of them looked at Limo with a smile. Limo was an old friend of theirs and was considered a good friend. When they heard that Limo was competing with others, they immediately rushed over to watch the fun and believed that she would definitely win.

It doesn't matter whether you win or not, but you have to win beautifully.

Li Mo won beautifully.