Chapter 46 You Can Finally Take My Move
The Moon Fox King has always doted on his youngest and most talented son.
But the son was naughty and he used tricks to deceive his adoptive mother and guards, secretly ran away from the clan, and was almost captured by the evil cultivators.
Moon Fox King felt that he had to teach his son a lesson, otherwise this kid would surely go even further in the future.
"Do you know that the two evil cultivators who captured you were planning to drain your blood and skin you? Even though you hid in Qingxiao Sect, those two took the risk and waited for you in front of the mountain gate for a whole month!"
"If it weren't for Xianyue Xianzun telling me about your whereabouts, he would have left you at the Sunrise Peak to recuperate for a month until I sent someone to pick you up."
"If you dare to leave Qingxiao Sect, you will lose your life within half an hour!"
The Moon Fox King became angrier as he spoke: "And your vision. You were coaxed by a few words from a female disciple into going to Sunrise Peak to steal things. I warned you so many times not to offend or provoke the Moon-Bearing Immortal Venerable! Why can't you remember?!"
The little fox accepted all the scoldings before, but he felt a little aggrieved about this: "But father, when you mentioned the Immortal Lord, you didn't tell me that his name was Xianyue, and he was the master of the Sun Peak of the Qingxiao Sect."
The Moon Fox King choked. He tried to recall and realized that he had never told his youngest son the other person's name.
He coughed a few times to hide his embarrassment: "Even if you don't know who the Immortal Venerable is, you can't just steal other people's things casually! Is that what I taught you?"
"I, I was deceived too." The little fox buried his head in his big furry tail.
Moon Fox King snorted coldly, and finally felt satisfied when he saw his guilty look: "You are not allowed to go anywhere in the next few years. We will talk about it when you can completely cultivate a human body and form a demon pill."
The little fox opened his mouth and wanted to beg for mercy from his father.
Because he met a very good girl outside, he came back in a hurry and didn't even have time to say goodbye to her properly.
He really wanted to see each other again.
But the Moon Fox King didn't give him any chance to resist. With a wave of his hand, he locked him into the Moon Fox clan's secret training ground.
The secret place for cultivation is where countless Moon Fox ancestors fell. Practicing here can achieve twice the result with half the effort.
In order to prevent his youngest son from finding another opportunity to escape, the Moon Fox Emperor directly placed a restriction on him. When the little fox formed the demon clan's golden elixir, he could leave here.
The locked-up little fox tried desperately to break through the barrier that trapped him, but after hitting the barrier several times, he got bruised and swollen.
The barrier before him didn't move at all, and the Moon Fox King didn't appear to comfort him.
The little fox finally understood that this time his father was determined to teach him a lesson.
He curled up silently, tears gradually filling his eyes.
He didn't know how long he would be trapped here. He just hoped that Xie Liuyin would not forget him before he went there.
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Xie Liuyin no longer knew whether it was good or bad to have a natal sword.
"Hurry up and get up. How can you be worthy of me when you are so weak?" The dark black spirit sword floated in front of Xie Liuyin, and the sword spirit kept urging her to get up from the ground quickly.
But Xie Liuyin had no strength left. She had been beaten by Mo Quejian for several hours, and the wooden sword in her hand had been shattered to the point that even the hilt was gone.
There were more than a dozen red marks on her body from the blade of Mo Que's sword. Her limbs were sore and weak. Not to mention getting up to continue fighting, Xie Liuyin felt that she didn't even have the strength to say a word.
But the sword spirit was still shouting: "How can you do this? Back then, that old man could practice swordplay for three days in a row without taking a break."
Xie Liuyin gritted his teeth, tried hard to prop up his body, and finally got up from the ground.
She swallowed a soul-restoring pill that Xianyue had prepared for her long ago. After her empty dantian began to gather spiritual power again, she pulled out a new wooden sword from the weapon rack beside her and rushed towards Mo Quejian.
However, what awaited Xie Liuyin was being knocked away again and again.
Mo Quejian is indeed the spiritual sword that accompanied the founder from obscurity to becoming an immortal. Although he is not a sword cultivator, he is better at using the sword than a sword cultivator.
Xie Liuyin believed that she had learned the basic swordsmanship quite well, otherwise she would not have been able to kill so many people in the trial formation.
But when facing Mo Quejian, even though he used the simplest moves, the wooden sword in the opponent's hand was easily knocked away.
The sword spirit sternly reprimanded him, "Are you a sword cultivator or a cultivator who uses a sword? For a sword cultivator, the sword is half of your body. If you can easily lose half of your body, how can you cultivate immortality?"
After the wooden sword in his hand was knocked away again, Xie Liuyin picked it up with trembling hands.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.
Xie Liuyin knew that there was nothing wrong with her sword-holding posture. The difference between her and Mo Quejian lay in the sword-wielding skills and strength.
But although these two differences will cause Xie Liuyin to lose, they will not necessarily make her lose her sword.
So why does she always drop her sword?
Xie Liuyin closed his eyes and began to recall the previous battles in his mind.
There was a huge gap in strength between her and Mo Quejian, so the fight could not last long and they only had a few brief encounters.
Xie Liuyin focused all his attention on the moment when the two swords collided, once, twice... The Mo Que sword in the picture suddenly changed direction and stabbed towards Xie Liuyin's wrist.
Then the next second, Xie Liuyin's wooden sword was picked up and flew away.
Recalling this clearly, Xie Liuyin frowned slightly, and she seemed to realize something.
The second duel continued. Seemingly because of the influence of losing the wooden sword before, Xie Liuyin held the sword even harder this time.
But because she used too much force, she had no chance to fight back when facing Mo Quejian, and was beaten back step by step.
At this moment, Mo Que's sword stabbed towards Xie Liuyin's wrist again. Although this time it was one second later than before, Xie Liuyin's sword was still knocked away.
Seeing this, Xie Liuyin slowly opened his eyes.
"I understand. I am afraid of getting hurt, but I am also afraid of your strength. So whenever I am about to get hurt, I will take the initiative to let go of the sword in my hand."
The bottom line is that she didn't dare to really fight with Mo Quejian, but she didn't believe that the sword spirit would be able to control herself and not let her get hurt.
So the sword became a weapon that she voluntarily gave up, rather than half of her body.
After thinking this through, Xie Liuyin silently swallowed two soul-restoring pills. She waited quietly until her spiritual power had recovered to 70% to 80%, then she clenched the sword in her hand again.
"Come again!" Xie Liuyin shouted at Mo Quejian.
This time she didn't wait for Mo Quejian to make a move, but instead took the initiative to rush forward with the wooden sword in hand.
At this moment, Xie Liuyin had completely forgotten about any moves or sword techniques. She had only one goal in her mind, and that was to defeat the opponent!
Throwing aside the restrictions of sword moves, Xie Liuyin used all her strength. Even the sword spirits had never seen such a desperate fighting style as hers.
The sword spirit was forced to give in several times, fearing that if he really started to fight, Xie Liuyin would be beheaded by him.
Finally, the sword spirit reversed its momentum once again, and when it was about to hit Xie Liuyin's wrist, she twisted her wrist flexibly and blocked Mo Que's sword in an incredible posture.
"Very good." The sword spirit's tone was filled with joy, "You can finally take my attack."
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