Mo Wuji drew out his Half Moon Weighted Halberd and similarly, a halberd radiance was formed.
If Dao Feng's saber radiance was like falling leaves, then Mo Wuji's halberd radiance was like a violent gale that swept up sand and stones.
The falling leaves brought with them the sorrow of late autumn while the sand and stones swept up the thick desert.
Neither of them extended their domains because this wasn't a battle but a battle between a saber sacred art and a halberd sacred art.
"Boom!" The falling leaves and the desert clashed as blade radiance filled the sky. This entire space was filled with killing intent. The fallen leaves in the sky were torn apart and turned into even smaller blades. The desert was also blasted apart, causing halberd radiance to explode out.
Dao Feng's eyes lit up because this was the sacred art he wanted. His sacred art lacked the grandeur and vigor so when he executed it, it was always a borderline melancholy and desolation. As for Mo Wuji's halberd blade, it was the kind of heaviness and vastness that he needed.
Perhaps today, he would be able to obtain what he lacked the most.
At this instant, even the cultivators at the periphery could feel the bone-chilling killing intent as they hurriedly retreated.
Dao Feng was even more excited as the exploding halberd radiance had already torn his clothes and skin. However, he acted as though he didn't see it as he took another step forward and slashed upwards with the saber in his hand.
"Cross Saber Shadow Descending Sorrowful Autumn …" The saber intent was even more sorrowful as it brought with it a saber intent that could make the world cry.
A cross saber scar formed from the bottom to the top as it split the space into four.
The space seemed to have been torn apart as it was filled with a desolate aura. If Dao Feng's first saber was the autumn leaves, then his second saber was the entire Sorrowful Autumn.
Under this saber intent that could tear apart space, everything would turn into an illusion and everything would be torn apart by the saber intent. This saber intent was filled with pity as it was merciless.
Indeed, it had formed a saber dao of its own. Mo Wuji's halberd swept out and the desert disappeared.
The first time, his halberd radiance came from the bottom to the top. This time, his halberd radiance came from the top. As the halberd descended, it was no longer a halberd radiance but a long silver river.
The river flowed downwards as it swallowed the Sorrowful Autumn cross.
"Boom boom boom!" The two sacred arts collided and the space exploded once again. The blade radiance dispersed, and the halberd shadow split.
The sorrow and sadness of late autumn were swallowed up, leaving behind only a kind of heaviness and vastness.
Kacha! The bones in Dao Feng's hand exploded from the backlash of the halberd shadows. However, he could only stare blankly at the halberd shadows that were descending like a river. That halberd shadow swallowed his' Cross Blade Shadow Falling Sorrowful Autumn 'and turned into a silver river.
Just like the first saber divine ability, he also lost the second saber divine ability. Moreover, he lost by a completely different level.
From afar, Qing Ruoyue's eyes also lit up. When Dao Feng slashed out his blade shadow, she almost cried because of it. Facing such a terrifying blade, other than sacrificing her own blood, what else could she do? She couldn't think of any methods that Mo Wuji had to break this blade. Perhaps Mo Wuji could escape.
However, when Mo Wuji's Winding River descended, she knew that she was wrong. As compared to the Cross Blade Shadow Falling Sorrowful Autumn, Mo Wuji's Winding River was much more boundless and heavy.
Perhaps, this was the true dao, be it the saber dao, halberd dao, or even the sword dao.
Dao Feng could have used his pathetic or injured methods to escape. However, he didn't do so. He could only stare at the Winding River descending. If he died under such a sacred art, it would be his fortune. He sighed. At the very least, he didn't have the time to gain insights on this sacred art.
"Kacha!" Because the immortal elemental energy in the air suddenly froze, cracking sounds could be heard. A trace of blood flowed down the corner of Mo Wuji's mouth.
His Half Moon Weighted Halberd stopped in mid-air. He was slightly speechless. This Dao Feng was truly an unreasonable fella. Even though his Winding River was strong, it wasn't enough to kill Dao Feng. However, this fella actually didn't use any methods to dodge the halberd. Instead, he waited for the halberd to descend.
He didn't want to kill Dao Feng, so he could only forcefully stop his Winding River. In a battle with a Grand Luo Immortal, he wasn't injured by his opponent. Instead, he injured himself. Such a matter was extremely depressing.
"Good halberd." Dao Feng couldn't help but praise Mo Wuji when he saw Mo Wuji stop his halberd radiance. He didn't thank Mo Wuji for sparing his life. Instead, he praised Mo Wuji's halberd.
Mo Wuji kept his Half Moon Weighted Halberd and said faintly, "If you're courting death, don't provoke me. I already have enough troubles."
Dao Feng acted as though he didn't know that Mo Wuji was talking about him. He continued to ask, "I heard that you have a third blade … Oh, it's the third halberd sacred art. Why didn't you execute it?"
What could Mo Wuji say to such a person? He could only reply angrily, "I have no enmity with you. I don't want to kill you."
Mo Wuji wasn't bragging. Even though Dao Feng was much stronger than Ni Ju. Mo Wuji's current strength was much stronger than when he fought with Ni Ju. If Dao Feng didn't dodge the third halberd, he might not have been able to stop his halberd midway.
Hearing Mo Wuji's words, a hint of disappointment appeared on Dao Feng's face. Following which, he asked fervently, "Brother Mo, why is it that my saber dao is like a small stream meeting a huge river in front of your halberd dao?"
In terms of theory, Mo Wuji's understanding was much more profound than Dao Feng's. His cultivation technique was self-created. Naturally, the sacred art that he created was not something that Dao Feng could compare with.
Mo Wuji didn't hide anything from Dao Feng, "Because your saber dao only has saber intent. You lack saber force. A sacred art that only has intent but no force might be strong at times. However, it would never be able to become a true peak grade sacred art. You saw the desolation of autumn. You didn't see the harvest of autumn. You didn't see the beauty of autumn. You didn't see the majesty of autumn. What you saw was a corner of autumn. Thus, your saber intent was only a corner of autumn. You lacked a type of force. "
Dao Feng's eyes widened. Why did he think of all these previously? If he could think of all these, his saber dao sacred art would definitely rise by multiple levels.
"Many thanks for Brother Mo's pointers." Dao Feng clasped his fists respectfully. Then, he said seriously, "The reason why I didn't dodge Brother Mo's second sacred art, Winding River, was because I liked that halberd. Even if I died under that halberd, I would be satisfied. I believe that in the future, I might see many sacred arts that are stronger than that halberd of yours. However, I definitely wouldn't be able to see a sacred art that moved me as much as that halberd of yours. "
Mo Wuji shook his head. He couldn't understand such thoughts.
Dao Feng seemed to know what Mo Wuji was thinking. He continued, "Moreover, I would only be heavily injured. Then, I would go into seclusion to recover for a few hundred years. I might not die. Just like what Brother Mo said, the saber dao is the halberd dao, the spear dao and the sword dao. Only by using my own body to test the saber would I be able to understand that dao … "
"He's spouting nonsense!" A sudden voice interrupted Dao Feng's words.
A man of average stature, wearing hemp clothes and hemp shoes walked over. He carried a long sword on his back.
Everyone's eyes landed on this man. His looks were as ordinary as his clothes. His face was slightly sallow. The sword on his back was unsheathed. His entire person was filled with a bloodthirsty and desolate aura.
Dao Feng frowned slightly. Before he could ask, this hemp clothed man said faintly, "Every dao is unique. The saber dao is the saber dao. The sword dao is the sword dao. How can there be any similarities?"
"Who are you?" Dao Feng asked solemnly. He was wholeheartedly focused on the saber dao. Mo Wuji's Dao was easy to understand. It was similar to his own saber dao. However, it only broadened his horizons. This hemp clothed man's words were vague. It was his previous understanding of the saber dao. Therefore, he didn't really understand.
"Great Sword Path's Huang Sha." The hemp clothed man stopped when he was about 10 meters away from Mo Wuji. He was answering Dao Feng's question. However, he was looking at Mo Wuji.
Mo Wuji said faintly, "You're here to take revenge for your master Sa Jian?"
Mo Wuji didn't wait for Huang Sha's reply. He looked at Dao Feng and said, "Brother Dao, this person is better at acting than you. If you were to wear this set of hemp clothes and hemp shoes, your grade would rise by a few levels. Your yellow … whatever clothes are really not much. I suggest that you go back and learn from this fella who knows how to act. "
Dao Feng didn't know what acting was. When he heard that it was Mo Wuji's suggestion, he nodded seriously, "Brother Mo is right. I will definitely change when I go back."
To him, everything else was secondary. His saber dao was the most important. The reason why he was wearing the yellow robe was because there were yellow clothes among the clothes he bought. He didn't even pick one. Mo Wuji's previous words were logical. Moreover, he didn't hide anything. He believed that he wasn't spouting nonsense. Any small change would affect his sacred art. This was something he agreed with.
Huang Sha didn't even care about Mo Wuji's attitude. He replied calmly, "You are right and wrong. Yes, because I am indeed here to take revenge for my master. No, because I have an additional task. That is to teach you what the true sword dao is. Don't put any rubbish dao on the same level as the sword dao. The sword dao is the true dao. No other dao in the world can surpass it. "
"Hahahaha! This grandpa is going to die from laughter. "Another voice could be heard. Following which, a slightly taller man walked over. Before he reached Mo Wuji, his laughter could be heard. When he got closer, he pointed at Huang Sha and laughed, "Huang Sha, your Great Sword Dao is really something. You, an Immortal Reverent, actually went to challenge an Immortal King. No, Pill Master Mo isn't even a Grand Luo Immortal yet right? You, an Immortal Reverent, actually went to challenge a Grand Zhi Immortal. You are really shameless. "
The most eye-catching thing about him was his pair of purple eyes.
"I'm not here to challenge him. I'm here to kill him." Huang Sha opened his hand and the sheathless sword landed in his palm. Thereafter, he didn't even look at the laughing purple-eyed man as he took a few steps towards Mo Wuji.
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