Chapter 42: The Arduous Cultivation of the Sun-Slaying Sword Technique!

  In the darkness, Fang Luo remained expressionless, his eyes fixed on Mo Bei, shining softly.

  "Unfazed in the face of danger, with a strong sense of justice. Not afraid to offend the Ji family for the sake of following orders. A person who values loyalty and righteousness is someone you can trust... hmm..."

  "I was right about you after all." Fang Luoyou nodded in satisfaction, his eyes shining with a hint of admiration. He changed his mind and quietly turned around, slowly merging into the darkness.

  Mo Bei and Long Hao Tian walked out of the stone house again, chatting and laughing together.

  "You little stinker, if you dare to do this again," Mo Bei glared at Long Hao Tian with feigned anger: "be careful or I'll..."

  "It won't happen again. Hehe, I dare not anymore." Long Hao Tian hurriedly smiled and scratched his head: "In the future, I will never cause trouble for you again, boss."

  Mo Bei shook his head and looked at Long Hao Tian again: "I'm saying, don't secretly go over there without telling me from now on."

  "If they come looking for trouble again, don't think of handling it yourself. Remember to call me, we'll take them down together!"

  Long Hao Tian was taken aback for a moment, and then a warm current flowed through his heart.

  Long Haitian originally thought that Mo Bei would blame himself for finding trouble, but unexpectedly, Mo Bei was worried that he would go privately and suffer losses.

  Suddenly, Long Hao Tian's nose became a bit sour, he rubbed his nose and nodded heavily with his head down: "Thank you, boss!"

  "Look at you." Mo Bei chuckled and patted Long Hao Tian's shoulder: "You're like a woman. Alright, hurry back to rest, tomorrow early morning, we'll continue on to the Demon Island."

  "Hmm." Long Hao Tian took a deep breath, his eyes slightly red, and responded with a single word before returning to his own stone hut.

  "Hmm..."

  Mo Bei spat out a mouthful of turbid air, and after this commotion, he was now completely devoid of any sleepiness.

  Mo Bei slowly drew his sword, gazing at the dark surroundings where the sword's body occasionally emitted a cold and stern aura. He muttered to himself: "Since I couldn't sleep, I might as well practice. The Guan Ri Sword Technique, I only memorized the sword moves, but haven't actually practiced it yet."

  "That household has many young masters and is quite troublesome. I need to quickly increase my strength!"

  Mo Bei went out, found a large boulder, moved it into the house, and then with his palm facing upwards, closed his eyes, stood in the darkness, and merged with the blackness. His breathing became extremely slow, like a wandering thread.

  The outline of the sword moves of the Kangetsu Sword Style instantly appeared in his mind.

  That illusory transparent figure, grasping a green sword, stabbed and swept, its movements lightning-fast, repeatedly demonstrating in Mo Bei's mind.

  Suddenly.

  Mo Bei opened his eyes and a sword swiftly stabbed out, stirring up the void.

  Cold and majestic appearance.

  "Whoosh!"

  The sword's blade tore through the air, whistling loudly. The powerful force, following the sword body's shaking, burst out, causing the air to vibrate continuously and disperse.

  A sword wind sweeps across the face.

  "First Sword!" Mo Bei's body was like a swimming dragon, his toes urgently pointing at the ground, his movements fluttering and swift. Under the continuous movement of his wrist, the sword shadow flashed constantly, spreading in the darkness, sometimes bright, sometimes dark.

  Every sword that was thrust out shook the air and scattered it, bringing up waves of fierce sword winds. The "whooshing" sound was incessant in one's ears.

  "Drink!" Mo Bei strode out in big steps, his figure like the wind, his feet fiercely stomping on the ground, turning around with a sword!

  That green sword pierced through the void, slashing out a semicircular silver edge, and the sword body fiercely chopped on the boulder.

  "Ding!" A sharp, ear-piercing sound of clashing golden spears rang out.

  The sword blade didn't enter the boulder a foot deep, but was embedded in it, with stone chips flying everywhere.

  Mo Beidou halted his footsteps and reined in his movements, but he was not quite satisfied, and furrowed his brow slightly; gazing at the Qingfeng that had entered the boulder, shaking his head continuously.

  "The Kanshū Sword Style is indeed different from the Seifū Sword Style."

  "The latter emphasizes lightness and speed, but slightly lacks power."

  Mo Bei's left hand was clasped over her chest, while her right hand gently pinched her chin, deep in thought.

  "The former, although slow in speed, is mainly based on fierce and powerful moves. Once the sword is drawn, it will surely defeat the enemy! The Japanese sword technique, the mighty power of the sun, its strength must be even more violent."

  "Alright, I'll put aside my habit of using Clear Wind Sword Style for now. Let's try again!"

  Mo Bei tightly grasped the hilt of his sword and exerted great force to pull the blade out from the boulder. With both feet planted firmly on the ground, he slowly retreated three steps while keeping a close eye on the boulder.

  "Hsss!" Mo Bei shook his wrist, and the sword blade instantly burst out with several dazzling sword flowers in the surrounding air.

  "Cheers!"

  Mo Bei's eyes suddenly widened, and he let out a low growl. His entire body tensed up, all his strength surging into the long sword as he stabbed again!

  "Whoosh!"

  The sword wind rises again.

  This time, however, the sword's wind was no longer the sharp, piercing sound of "whoosh" from earlier, but instead a loud humming noise that rushed towards him!

  The sword wind carries a fierce and powerful momentum; the sword shadow whizzes by, cutting wildly as it goes!

  Sword shadows are as dense as raindrops, shrouding the boulders.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

  On the rocky peak, gravel scattered everywhere, crumbling in all directions, sword marks crisscrossing horizontally and vertically.

  It's strange to say.

  Mo Bei drew his sword, and the blade cut into it. The sword mark that fell on the boulder was also not smooth and even.

  But with one sword thrust, the fierce and powerful force on the blade burst out in an instant, shattering the boulder like tofu, exploding it open.

  "That Guan Ri Jian Fa, sword momentum is strong and fierce, sword intent shines brightly, dazzling the eyes, one sword's might, enough to split gold and cut through stone!"

  Mo Bei was excited, his sword moving with his heart, the sword flowers overflowing, surrounding Chu Nan's surroundings in a virtual void, constantly flashing.

  The whistling wind sound, with sword moves changing suddenly, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, bursting breath, from time to time spraying and rushing over.

  He was completely immersed in the comprehension and speculation of the sword's intention, without noticing that time had quietly passed by his side.

  Unconsciously, dawn breaks.

  Mo Bei climbed to the highest point of the stone house and waited silently. This was a necessary practice for the Guan Ri Jian Fa record!

  It slowly emerged from behind the eastern mountains.

  Darkness is being driven out inch by inch, bit by bit.

  The first ray of golden sunlight fell on Mo Bei's face, bringing with it a soft and warm gentle caress.

  The sword stood upright, and under the illumination of the morning sun, it emitted a dazzlingly brilliant light, extremely dazzling, making people dare not look directly at it.

  "That Guan Ri Jian Fa is not entirely violent and fierce, it also has a strong and powerful momentum!"

  Mo Bei held a long sword in his hand, slightly raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and gazed at the slowly rising sun.

  "The first day of dawn, soft and gentle light."

  "Under the vast daylight, there is no more darkness. The dark dawn, all have been dispersed."

  Mo Bei's heart was moved, and he thought to himself: "At dawn, that dazzling flash of light was the most brilliant! At that moment, the vast sun was the true protagonist of the entire world!"

  "I understand!" Mo Bei's eyes sparkled with a mixture of darkness and light, and after a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, revealing a hint of surprise: "The Guan Ri sword technique is not rigid, but constantly changing. Sometimes it's like the radiant sun at dawn, sometimes it's like the scorching sun at noon, powerful and majestic, with an overbearing aura!"

  Mo Bei gazed at the sword in his hand, muttering to himself: "That sword move, or perhaps the intent of the sword, is also like this!"

  At this point, Mo Bei casually drew a stroke, and the long sword's green edge accompanied by golden light, rose in the air to draw out a dazzling arc of light!

  "Cheers!"

  Mo Bei Jian's footsteps were like flying, his feet seemed to be sliding on the ground, his body was fleeting, his movements were lightning-fast, he raised his sword and slashed down through the air.

  He narrowed his eyes slightly, gazing intently at the majestic sun rising from the horizon, his hand holding the sword unwaveringly, watching the sunrise with his sword.

  The entire person along with the sword body was dyed golden and resplendent by that first light, a layer of sacred and mysterious color covering his face.

  The sword's momentum was wildly surging on his body.

  "Whoosh!"

  A sword wind sweeps across thousands of troops, the power contained within the sword bursts out and explodes, tearing through the air to produce a deafening crackling sound.

  On the sword's edge, a series of illusory golden shadows slowly spread out and transformed into sharp sword energy!

  "So that's it! The Observing Sun Sword Technique has been trying to tell me all along - it's about combining hardness and softness!"

  "Launch a counterattack with a fierce and explosive move. If the enemy is too strong, switch to a different move and change the sword's momentum. Like the morning sun bursting forth, or the gentle warmth of dawn, meet the enemy with a subtle yet powerful intent. Wait for an opportunity to strike and kill!"

  "Haha!" Mo Bei burst out laughing, suddenly enlightened: "I didn't expect that there would be such exquisite swordsmanship, with sword intent and sword momentum that can change with the enemy!"

  "Open!"

  Mo Bei let out a loud shout, his hand holding the sword chopping down fiercely, the sword energy bursting out and striking heavily on the bluestone.

  On Mo Bei's sword, a brilliant sword light faintly appeared!

  Under the sword light, the green stone as big as a millstone was torn apart in an instant, turning into powder and splashing everywhere! Countless fine stone dust floated with the wind, filling the air.

  "Big brother! You've actually grasped the sword intent again! What was that move just now, with such a fierce and powerful force!"

  At this time, a surprised voice came from behind him, which finally awakened Mo Bei who was immersed in joy.

  Mo Bei turned his head to look, only to see that Long Hao Tian had already walked out of the stone house at some point, one hand grasping a handful of clothes, exposing his upper body, staring at him with wide eyes, his face full of shock.

  "This is the Sun-Slaying Sword Technique." Mo Bei lovingly stroked his long sword, his heart surging: "What a pity, still one step short, not fully grasping it!"

  "If one thoroughly comprehends, with this single sword, what enemy can't be defeated? And what about that Iron Armor Crab? Haha!"

  Long Haitian also became excited, flattering and fawning: "Boss, I knew you're the most powerful! Haha, that Ji family is nothing. Let's go, let them roll back!"

  "Alright, stop flattering."

  Mo Bei said so, but his eyes revealed a strong excitement.

  He calmed down and said, "You quickly pack up, today we still have to go to the island of demons for a mission."

  "Alright!"

  Long Haitian responded with a "yes" and quickly ran off to get dressed and wash up.

  After doing all this, the two people walked slowly to the market again under the accompaniment of Chaoyang, boarded the flying boat, and before a cup of tea was finished, the flying boat was already full of thirty people, flying towards the island.

  Half an hour later.

  "Bang!"

  Long Hao Tian and Mo Bei jumped down from the flying boat.

  "Big brother, today we can probably kill even more!" Long Hao Tian's morale was high, gripping his long sword, he said as he proactively walked to the front.

  After yesterday's battle, Long Hao Tian will no longer shrink back. He bravely charges forward, paving the way for Mo Bei.

  "Hey, there's an iron-armored crab over there!" In the direction that Long Hao pointed to with his sword, half of an iron-armored crab's body was buried in the silver sand, sleeping soundly with its head tucked in, seemingly completely unaware that it was about to be in for a bad time.