Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 200 Sword Master, Sword Slave

Mo Yu's voice was deep and resonant, echoing throughout the world.

The disciples present, who were also practicing the Mohist mental cultivation method, were moved by the profound meaning contained in his words. Their hearts were stirred, their cultivation was drawn in, and their energy flowed with the potential for a breakthrough.

Mo Yu, who triggered this will, completely immersed herself in it.

The pale scroll, which had been vaguely still, extended again, like an endless sheet of rice paper unfolding, each occupying half of the landscape, clearly distinct from the crimson space.

White and red clashed and collided, an invisible pressure filled the air, as if heaven and earth trembled in this confrontation of wills.

Yan Ri's pupils contracted sharply, his hand gripping the sword trembled slightly, and he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression for the first time.

When one reaches the pinnacle of understanding and harmony with nature, the competition is no longer just about material battles, but also about how one's own will influence reality.

Both he and Mo Yu reached the top-tier level through the unity of man and sword, but their paths were completely different, and this difference was now evident.

The name "Yanri" (掩日) is derived from the sword, and its cleverness is immediately apparent.

The sword is the master, and the man is the slave!
Abandon your own name, identity, and will to become one with a sword.

As long as the sword intent contained within the sword is strong enough, it is indeed possible to achieve the state of oneness between man and sword relatively easily through this method.

There's nothing wrong with taking shortcuts.

When one's strength reaches its peak and there is no room for further advancement, being able to take a step further through unorthodox methods is also a manifestation of ability.

However, when facing a peer who has fought their way to this level through their own hard work and talent, the extent of their skill will be exposed.

Mo Yu is different.

His sword intent originated from his own will!

Although it doesn't quite match the Mo family's mental cultivation method within this body, preventing it from unleashing its full potential, it's still far superior to Yan Ri's.

Even though his cultivation level was only at the initial stage of the Celestial Realm, in a real duel, he was no weaker than Yan Ri.

"We can't let him build up his strength any longer!" Yan Ri's heart tightened. Mo Yu's will to collude with the Mo family disciples grew stronger, and the Yan Ri sword in his hand was beginning to feel the strain.

'The sun is obscured, the shadows are strong, and the daytime is dark!'

In an instant, the blood-red sun in the sky was completely obscured, its form merging into the darkness and disappearing without a trace, even its aura perfectly concealed.

Even with Mo Yu's keen eyesight, it was difficult for him to detect his location.

Only the low whistling of the wind remained between heaven and earth, carrying a bone-chilling cold.

“Interesting.” Mo Yu narrowed his eyes and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

He understood Yan Ri's goal in an instant, and turned slightly to look at the group of Mohist disciples behind him.

Yan Ri did not intend to fight him head-on, but rather to take advantage of the darkness to launch a surprise attack on the disciples with lower cultivation levels, thereby disrupting his rhythm and disturbing his mind.

Even though he understood the other party's intentions, he couldn't protect so many people at the same time!

In the darkness, Yan Ri crept like a ghost, silently approaching Zhao Tuo's location.

He could see that although Zhao Tuo's martial arts skills were not top-notch, he was the core of the Mohist disciples.

If he is killed, the Mohist disciples will be in chaos, if not leaderless.

He silently raised the greatsword in his hand, and the crimson sword energy condensed at a single point.

Zhao Tuo was still leading his troops in a fierce battle against Gen Shi, completely unaware of Yan Ri's sneak attack, because he trusted his invincible lord!

In the darkness, a blood-red sword flashed, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, piercing straight into Zhao Tuo's back, swift and silent.

Zhao Tuo was completely unaware, but just as the sword light was about to pierce his heart, Mo Yu's figure appeared as if by magic.

"You guessed it?" Yan Ri was startled, his sword strike faltered slightly, but he decisively drew his sword and slashed back.

Compared to Zhao Tuo's life, one's own life is more precious.

The blood-red ink and blood-red light collided violently, and the ground was shaken open by the aftershocks, creating a ring of cracks.

Confusion flashed in Yan Ri's eyes. Why was the opponent's strength so much weaker?

He glanced around instinctively and was surprised to find that, in addition to the 'Mo Yu' in front of him, there were at least three other figures around him.

The moment it appeared, 'Mo Yu' faded away, disappearing like ink in water, leaving only a fleeting afterimage.

At the same time, three assassins from the Killer Network, lurking in the darkness, simultaneously groaned, suffering severe injuries.

Only one figure remained in the world, standing atop the roof, overlooking the entire scene.

Actually, Mo Yu guessed wrong.

However, he turned the single-choice question into a multiple-choice question.

Behind him, Yingge stared intently at the figure, a complex light flashing in her eyes.

Regardless of what Mo Yu was thinking, at this moment his true form stood in front of her, protecting her safety.

Realizing he had been tricked, Yan Ri's face turned extremely ugly.

He was hidden in the darkness, and Mo Yu could not find his figure, nor could he see through Mo Yu's sword aura. Those figures in black robes and hats were indistinguishable from the real ones, each one possessing the power of a single move.

If he makes the wrong bet just once and runs into Mo Yu's true form, he will never have another chance to escape into the darkness!

Black Widow, carrying three tightly bound assassins, leaped to Mo Yu's side, her merciless silk threads weaving across the battlefield like serpents.

A mocking smile played on her lips. She had long disliked Yan Ri, and the prospect of toying with him as prey was an irresistible pleasure for her.

"All Mohist disciples, listen to my command! Stay put and do not move!" Mo Yu's voice echoed across the battlefield.

These words were used as bait to lure all the disciples, yet not a single one of them raised any objections.

Since Mo Yu arrived in Wei Mo, his actions have completely won over everyone. Like Zhao Tuo, they believe that this invincible commander is capable of controlling everything.

Zhao Tuo stood in the center of the formation, arms crossed, chatting and laughing with his disciples behind him. The disciples, who were initially a little scared, were amused by his jokes and laughed heartily, and were no longer afraid.

The sword formation formed by the merciless silk threads covered an increasingly larger area, with the fine threads intertwining like a net, carrying a chilling killing intent.

In the darkness, Yan Ri gritted his teeth, the blood-red light of his greatsword dimmed, and for the first time, a trace of panic arose in his heart.

He could evade Mo Yu's senses, but he could not ignore this tangible, merciless silk sword array.

Although the Heartless Silk was powerful enough to kill a top-tier expert, he considered it nothing special and could easily sever it with a single sword stroke.

The problem is that taking action means revealing one's whereabouts.

Once Mo Yu gets involved, he'll probably die!

Not to mention Xuan Jian, who is slightly inferior to him and has not yet shown himself, is hiding in some corner watching all of this, like a ferocious beast lurking in the dark, ready to pounce at any moment.

The pale painting gradually eroded the crimson space. As time passed, the crimson light occupied less than a third of the space around them.

The merciless silk threads are gradually spreading throughout the entire village.

Yan Ri's aura became increasingly disordered, cold sweat trickled down his forehead, and the greatsword in his hand trembled slightly.

He hid in the darkness, his eyes scanning his surroundings like a hawk, but he couldn't find any opportunity to escape.

This is another drawback of focusing on swords: swords are inanimate objects.

Just like the central palace in a Qimen Dunjia divination chart, once a domain is established, it cannot be moved at will.

Once he steps out of this space with his sword, the domain will instantly disappear, and his figure will emerge from the darkness.

But Mo Yu's ink-like painting is different; it belongs to his will!

He can extend his reach anywhere he desires, as long as his will is strong enough.

In the black and white world, the merciless threads crisscross, and the sun, like prey trapped in a spider web, struggles more fiercely, and its situation becomes more and more dangerous.

"What exactly do you want from Luo Wang?" Yan Ri finally spoke, his voice hoarse and low, carrying a hint of resentment.

Most assassins living in the dark world are ruthless, but he was different.

As the most unique among the top assassins of the Luo Wang organization, he is not only a swordsman with unparalleled sword skills and amazing cultivation, but also wields power, making him, in a sense, half the master of the Luo Wang organization.

With such a status, how could one be willing to die in such a meaningless way?

Mo Yu stood on the roof, his gaze calm and unwavering, and said indifferently, "Tell me Jing Ni's whereabouts."

A hint of confusion flashed in Yan Ri's eyes again; he simply couldn't see what this 'Six-Finger Qin Demon' was trying to do.

They pressed on relentlessly, even uprooting the Luo Wang's strongholds in Wei, all for the sake of finding a female assassin.

My mind was racing, contemplating many possibilities.

In his eyes, Jing Ni was absolutely not worth Mo Yu expending so much effort on, unless
Lord Xinling is dead?!

This is the only possibility that Yan Ri can think of: Mo Xia values ​​loyalty above all else.

If Lord Xinling had truly died, it wouldn't be surprising if a member of the Mohist school had committed such a serious act in a fit of rage.

He was lost in thought.

Mo Yu did not urge him, but simply stood quietly on the eaves, his iron sword hanging casually in his hand, his dark energy swirling like a dragon.

He wasn't in a hurry, because the longer the time dragged on, the smaller the hiding place for the sun would become.

The merciless silken sword array spread like a spider web, gradually eroding the pale scroll. Yan Ri was trapped like a caged beast, and his struggles were futile.

But he didn't intend for Yan Ri to die here like this—

The timing was wrong, the location was wrong, and the audience was wrong!
Moreover, Yan Ri is, after all, a being who has achieved the pinnacle of human and divine power. Although he relies on the Yan Ri sword and his sword intent is clever, his strength should not be underestimated.

Although Mo Yu was confident she could defeat him, she was unwilling to risk crippling the body again.

We still don't know if the heroes can be restored.

As for Xuan Jian, whom Yan Ri was worried about? He's still at the Guiyi Chamber of Commerce with his lover and hasn't come to fight at all.

(End of this chapter)