That night.
The black boat sped through the dark clouds.
Mo Xie and Xiao Yikuang were lying on the top deck of the ship.
Xiao Yi asked wildly, "Little Mo, what exactly is your identity?"
Mo Xie felt a chill run down her spine and fell silent.
fortunately,
As soon as Xiao Yikuang finished speaking, he shook his head and chuckled, "Only the weak have no secrets... I'm just curious. It's okay if it's inconvenient to talk about it."
He raised his wine gourd to Mo Xie and said, "Come on, let's have another one."
"So Brother Xiao has a lot of secrets."
Mo Xie breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile.
Lift the wine sac and tilt it downwards.
Splash...
The liquor poured into my mouth like a waterfall.
"Good lad..." Xiao Yikuang shook his head and chuckled.
Mo Xie put down the wine bag, wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, and looked down at the dark sky.
The pale moonlight could not dispel the darkness; the deep night sky seemed to want to swallow one's gaze whole.
The Demon Realm is a small world without stars, only the sun and moon, and ultimately it lacks the feel of night...
Perhaps it's because they harbor thunder and fire in their hearts, or perhaps it's for some other reason.
Moye suddenly wanted to look at the sky outside.
"The Demon God Temple is in a very dangerous situation in this year's Demonic Cultivation Competition, are you aware of that?"
Xiao Yikuang suddenly spoke.
Mo Xie said, "I know."
No, you don't know.
As Xiao Yikuang gulped down his wine, he spoke in a low voice:
"As one predecessor after another passes away, the temple's successor force is far from keeping up."
"Therefore, their talk of decline is not unfounded."
“Countless top-tier forces, like vultures that have seen blood, are baring their disgusting beaks, trying to tear a piece of flesh from my temple.”
"And this Grand Tournament of the Demonic Path is a key event!"
"If they can maintain a position in the top six, they can continue to grow and thrive."
"If we lose... it will set the stage for decline."
Xiao Yi took a long gulp, then sneered, "Living in a drunken stupor... Only by getting drunk can you survive, and then experience some shitty things..."
"Alive? That's fucking ridiculous!"
Mo Xie looked over.
Xiao Yikuang's eyes were glazed over with drunkenness as he stared unfocused at the night sky.
He was clearly lost in memories again.
Mo Xie pursed her lips and didn't bother him.
He drank his wine while pondering to himself.
The path of the demons has always been filled with cruelty.
Not to mention external threats, internal conflicts are constant.
Tens of thousands of years ago, when the demonic path was the ruler of the Tianxuan world.
The major forces of the demonic path are constantly fighting each other for territory and power.
It was precisely because of the constant internal strife that
That's why the righteous path found an opportunity and defeated them in one fell swoop.
Finally, severely weakened and losing its ruling position, it fled to the demon realm.
With hundreds of thousands of years of demonic tradition, why are there only six super-powerful forces?
It's very simple.
Because of their infighting, countless people were wiped out by the righteous path!
Therefore, after suffering a crushing defeat at the hands of the righteous path, he retreated to the demon realm.
After much painful reflection, the Demonic Path created the Demonic Path Grand Competition—a competition to determine who held power and territory, and to prevent large-scale infighting.
The winner profits;
The loser, divides power.
The Eternal Night Dynasty, ruled by the Lord of the Demonic Path, serves as the arbiter of the Demonic Path Grand Competition.
If the Demon God Temple ranks sixth in the competition, it can barely be considered an internal struggle among the "six super powers".
If it falls out of the top six, then perhaps the status of "super power" will no longer exist.
As the Third Elder, on whom high hopes are placed, Xiao Yikuang must be burdened with a very heavy responsibility...
Moye sighed inwardly.
I poured some into my mouth, only to find that the wine was gone.
Xiao Yikuang finally came to his senses and cursed, "Damn wine, it made me say such cowardly things..."
He put away his wine gourd, stood up, stretched, and said, "I'm not drinking anymore, I'm leaving."
"By the way, get up early tomorrow, I'll teach you a few fun tricks."
After saying that,
Xiao Yikuang turned and disappeared like the wind.
"Alcohol? It's really a nice thing..."
Mo Xie shook his head, slightly tipsy, and put the wine pouch into his Qiankun bag.
Then, with a leap, he too departed.
...
The next day.
The sun rises in the east, its color as pink as fresh blood.
At the height of the Xuanzhou, it emitted a dazzling light.
The top floor of the Xuanzhou.
Mo Xie and Xiao Yikuang stood facing each other.
Do you have a sword?
Xiao Yikuang held his longsword in his hand.
"Still sharp."
Mo Xie pretended to reach into her Qiankun bag, and a demonic sword exuding a chilling demonic aura appeared in her hand.
"What a fine sword!" Xiao Yikuang's eyes lit up. "It's a pity that it's sharp enough, but it has more demonic energy than sword energy."
Isn't it because there's not much sword energy?
After all, it wasn't a real sword, but rather something transformed from Wuxiang.
However, even though it's a "fake sword," the fact that it received such high praise from a "sword master" like Xiao Yikuang is enough to demonstrate the extraordinary nature of the treasure, Wuxiang.
Mo Xie thought to herself.
Xiao Yikuang asked, "What is a sword?"
Moye replied, "A weapon for killing."
"Yes and no. A sword can kill, but it can also save lives; it's not just a purely killing sword. So let me ask you, what is the highest level of swordsmanship?"
"No sword."
Xiao Yikuang asked with great interest, "Oh? Tell me about it?"
Mo Xie coughed lightly, "I don't know..."
You can't exactly say you read it in a martial arts novel, can you?
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