"Li Mo, no matter how hard you work, your talent in kendo will never be more diligent. Give up kendo!"

An old man said to a middle-aged man with a guilty face.

"Master, but...but...I'm really working hard!"

Li Mo held his natal sword "Fen Tian" and replied in frustration.

This is the fortieth year that Li Mo has practiced, and he is still unable to skillfully control the flying sword to fight the enemy.

Now is an era of genius erupting, and countless sword immortals are rampant.

There are many peerless geniuses who can fly with swords as soon as they are just over ten years old.

"Then we will join the Demon Battle tomorrow and try to break out a future!"

Li Mo returned to his room and was discouraged.

Li Mo never expected that after he had traveled through the world of cultivation from the earth civilization.

He gained wisdom at the age of 6, built foundations at the age of 7, and entered the Taoist shaping realm at the age of 8. He was regarded as a genius of practicing Taoism by everyone. He still did not make any progress until he knew his destiny.

In the final analysis, my kendo talent is almost zero, and no matter how hard I try, it will be useless.

The next day, Li Mo joined the battle of the Demon Realm that lasted for thousands of years on behalf of the sect.

As expected, as the lowest-level cannon fodder.

After just ten hours, Avis was shattered by a sword of a demon who transformed into a foreign mind, and his body was gone.

"If there is still a next life, I am willing to exchange everything I have for my kendo talent!"

This is Li Mo's last last words before the fall of Hehen.

...

"Awake up! You can't die! You are the last support of your mother, so you must not die!"

A faint cry of anxiety came from Li Mo's ears.

"You beasts, we, the Akter tribe, will not surrender even if we die! Brothers, avenge Ivis!"

The voice became clearer and clearer, and Li Mo could still hear a trace of sadness and despair in the voice.

"Why, I'm still alive?"

The consciousness gradually became clear, and Li Mo slowly opened his eyes and said with difficulty.

The sound was like a mosquito and flies, but it was like an explosion triggered on the noisy battlefield. Everyone looked back in surprise and looked in Avis' direction.

"Ives, you are not dead! Thanks to the great God of Akt!"

In a trance, Li Mo saw a burly man with a beard running towards him and hugged himself in his arms.

"Hahaha, I was not dead!" At this time, the man burst into tears, and while wiping the blood on Li Mo's body, he shouted happily. "Our Akt tribe will not die! Brothers, kill all these guys with human faces and beast hearts!"

"I remembered it!"

At this moment, Li Mo's mind suddenly flashed through his memory like lightning.

I've traveled through time again!?

I am the youngest son of the patriarch of the Akt tribe, Avis Arquett, who just turned 15 this year.

A magician with outstanding talents is also the only magician in the entire tribe.

So what are the attacks on us now?

I remembered that the condemnation team of the Lim Kingdom! In order to compete for a secret treasure passed down from generation to generation in our family.

In order to protect the secret treasure, my elder brother, "Wright", led two hundred light and strong family soldiers to arrange a raid in this bone-eroding forest, but was ambushed by the Lemu Kingdom Army.

Facing the kingdom-level condemnation team, the Akt warriors are not the same enemy at all.

The equipment of the condemnation team is much better than that of the Akts, with a number of as many as 500. There are ten cultivators in the entire team. There are three or four Mithril Silver Warriors alone.

We were seriously injured, and many of our tribe members returned to God Akt forever.

I was also killed by a Misilian Assassin hiding in the dark in a fight between weapons and weapons.

"Ivis, is your injury important? Can you still use the Fire Shield Technique?"

After checking Li Mo's wound, Wright asked after finding that there was indeed nothing serious.

The situation is now urgent, and as the only magician in the entire Akter tribe, Li Mo has no choice but to do so.

"I'll try!"

Li Mo, who quickly cleared his mind, didn't bother to explore thoroughly, stood up and agreed.

"Didn't I hit him? The information says that this Avis is only at level 1 of Mithril. How could he stand up after he endured my strong blow?"

At this time, in the army of Lim Kingdom, a third-level Misilian assassin hidden in the dark was also puzzled.

"Be careful of Fire Shield Technique, all the warriors will scatter their attacks!"

Seeing this, the leader of the condemnation team did not dare to be careless and issued an order quickly.

...

The two sides were facing a great enemy, ready to go, waiting for the magician's elemental magic.

The strange atmosphere then lasted for a full 3 minutes, but the originally expected sea of ​​fire did not arrive for a long time.

"What's going on? Am I not a magician? Just a bronze-level magic, you don't need to build up your power for so long!"

Li Mo was distressed. Although he had never practiced magic in his previous life, his memory still existed in this life.

This Fire Shield Technique should be to spread your hands and snap your fingers with your right hand. The fire element between heaven and earth cooperates with your own summoning to form a fire net.

For the entire 3 minutes, he turned his thumb red with his right hand, but still no fire core was strung out.

"Ding! Host: Ivis

Magician Talent: 0

Sword Talent: Infinite”

A strange beam of light lit up in Li Mo's sea of ​​consciousness.

“Host: Ives

Magical Strength: Mithril Level 1

Elemental Power: 0

Remaining power in the past life: the early stage of the Taoist shaping realm

Is it a conversion?"

Before Li Mo could come back to his senses, the light bar in the sea of ​​consciousness lit up again.

"What is this? The Light of Righteousness?"

Li Mo was shocked! Tiandao really listened to my last words and gave me the full-level swordsmanship talent?

“Convert!”

Li Mo immediately responded with a heartfelt voice, no matter whether he is a magician or a swordsman? Life is the most important thing now.

“Open the conversion!

Remaining power in previous life: return to zero

Magical Strength: Return to Zero

The Power of Sword: Level 1 of Gold.”

The light bar appears again.

I saw a sudden light shining around Li Mo, and the dazzling golden light immediately enveloped the space within a radius of 10 meters.

"What's going on? Golden Realm?" The leader of the Lim Condemnation Team was shocked. "The information clearly states that he has just entered the Misilian Realm? A fifteen-year-old magician of the Golden Realm!? This person cannot be kept, he must be eradicated."

"My brother is really the incarnation of the Dharma God! Where can I find a second person in the Blood Flame Continent in the fifteen-year-old Golden Realm magician?"

Ivis's eldest brother, Wright, was also stunned at this time.

Just as everyone was surprised, Li Mo slowly walked to Wright in the light and said, "This... brother, do you have a sword?"

Wright was stunned and shook his head subconsciously.

Avis looked down at everyone's hands, either a giant long knife with a single tough and wide handle, a wolf-toothed hammer weighing from a hundred pounds, or a crude and simple heavy spear.

Except for the assassin holding a beautiful mesh gun, the other side is nothing else.

"It seems that flying swords are not popular here!"

Li Mo smiled awkwardly, walked to the end of the team, came to a huge ancient fir tree, picked up a slender branch from the ground, and weighed it up and down.

"It's okay! Be a little lighter, it's okay to use it. Alas, if Fen Tian is in hand!"

The condemnation team, which had already gathered on the other side, launched an offensive as soon as they saw Avis become the golden realm.

"Don't worry about these Akt people. Just rush to the end and put that magician first..."
To be continued...