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Mu Yu slowly held his sword. He had never used a sword in the first five games, and he didn't need it. Because those people were too big, they didn't need to pull the sword. He thought of finding a deacon, remembering the miserable fate of his grey disciples, and he wanted to do something.
"Boy, I'm going to humiliate you!" ”Xiaohu did not relax his vigilance because the other party was the breath of the training period. He unabashedly released his own foundation period and wanted to make Mu Yu feel guilty or even desperate with his own spiritual fluctuations.
The tiger's slashing sword with a strong scent directly slammed into the wood feather. His mouth showed a sly smile. He didn't want to solve the wood feather so easily. He had to hurt the wood feather first, then he stepped on his foot and let him know. The real gap between the gray disciple and the genius!
Mu Yu was galloping, and the dusty footwork made him almost disappear in the same place. The swords of the two men were intertwined in the air, and a slap in the face, a spiritual force swayed around the sword, and the two retreated each other.
"Aren't you practicing?" ”Xiaohu was shocked to see the rising atmosphere of Mu Yu's festival, and the shock in his heart could not be added! He thought that one of his own swords was blocked by the other side and he was still repelled. How is this possible?
"what? This dusty kid is not a training period? ”
"Is he using any magic tricks, how suddenly changed from a training period to a base period?"
"His fix seems to be taller than the tiger, he must have used crooked." ”
"Don't worry! The tiger has a pine sword, and the Cang Song sword is famous for being awe-inspiring. ”
Everyone in the audience was surprised by the sudden rise of Mu Yu's breath. It was unanimously determined that Mu Yu was forced to use the tricks to improve his cultivation. Only in this way can he be explained.
"I really miss you. I don't know how long you can continue to improve with this method." I have defeated this sword, even the people who built the foundation of the five heavens! ”
The little tiger sneered, and a quaint breath spread out from his sword. His whole person's momentum was no less than that of Mu Yu. This sword is cast by the Qingsong Taoist people with the finest materials. It is very spiritual, solid and heavy, with the simplicity and vastness of the old pine trees, the sword and the spiritual power of one, and the spiritual power as the source. For the introduction, the surrounding aura is affected and turned into its own use.
"Cang Song is chasing the wind."
The Cang Songjian whispers, and the tiger's fingers are interlaced, pulling the sword, forming a sword shape above it, revealing a trace of vicissitudes, like a sacred sacred sacred, with an endless tension, heading toward Mu Yu.
The blue light is blown up, and the flying sword in the hand of Mu Yu is divided into two. Each of them evolves into a dusty nine-type, layered waves, and invisible fluctuations are based on sword shadow. As the source of the spark, the wind rises and the sword is flat. Qi, there is movement in the static, introverted without losing publicity.
The two swords slammed into each other, smashing the fallen leaves in the air, turning them into dust and drifting down. Mu Yu has stepped forward, and the sword in his hand flashes like a flowing water. The sword is swallowing, and the sword is pointing at him.
The sword was swaying, and the figures of the two were intertwined. In a flash, they could not recognize who was who. The tiger is more and more shocked. The outsider sees his sword majestic and has the upper hand. Only he knows that Mu Yu’s swordsmanship is so dexterous and free and easy, like the two wooden feathers, he is just tired. I have to deal with it.
“Han is righteous”
The little tiger sword shook a spiritual force and temporarily knocked down the wood feathers. The Cang Song sword was spinning in front. A singularity swayed from the sword body, just like Confucianism, the righteousness persisted forever, and it was impossible. The majestic atmosphere shrouded and forced the wood feathers.
"This is the arrogance of the Qingsong faction. It is said that it is the Qingsong Taoist people who are fascinated by Confucianism. With the pride of Confucianism, its power cannot be underestimated!"
"Is this kid of the dusty party afraid that it is over?"
Mu Yu stared at the breath, and the shadow sword had been turned into four. He rushed to meet and rushed, and the road was rushing, and a loud roar, attracting everyone's attention. For a time, the smoke and dust on the platform were everywhere, and the marks were scattered.
Mu Yu retreated to the edge of the ring.
Only one line left him out of the ring. The power of the Songsong sword combined with Haoran’s righteousness was so great that he could hardly pick it up. He resisted the impact of the body and swallowed the blood in his throat. There was only one handful of swords in his hand. .
The little tiger stood in the air, panting, and the style was not his own strength. Instead, he used the index of the Cang Song sword to trigger the use of the heaven and earth aura, and the consumption of his spiritual power was enormous. When he saw Mu Yu still standing on the ring, his face pulled down.
"Master said that to treat the world with courtesy, to treat people with faith, and to be the path of Confucianism, you are proud of your heart, no one in your eyes, and no harm to others. How do you do it right?"
Mu Yu looked at the little tiger, and he was just right, and his heart was right. Xiaohu is pretentious. He regards the life of a gray disciple as a mustard. He is also trying to persecute his deacon. He is not working properly and cannot resonate with Hao Ranzheng. He has the power and no reality. He cannot get the essence of this sword. .
"What is the heart of the strong bow?" Talent and cultivation are the most important! ”The little tiger raised the sword in his hand, and a loose shadow appeared behind him. His whole body's spiritual power began to move, and gathered toward the Cang Songjian, and the surrounding aura was again uneasy.
"The dust sword method, a sword nine, the dust pace, one step nine shadows. The heart is right, the body is right, then the nine shadows and nine styles. ”
In Mu Yu’s mouth, he silently remembered what Master had told him. He never understood what was right, what was right, and he did not understand what is the nine shadows and nine styles. Master once laughed and said nothing, let him go to life to figure out. Nowadays, Xiaohu uses the sword of righteousness with unhealthy intentions. His power is inexhaustible. He suddenly understands that the so-called righteousness is the attitude toward one thing. If you are right, you are acting to be worthy of your own heart. The dust step is not only in the body, but also in the mind. There is no regret in the mind, the figure will be stable, and the shadow will be divided.
The shadow of the sword was turned into two, and began to evolve, while the wooden feathers were stepping on the dust, and the figure was flashing. In the eyes of the people, two wooden feathers suddenly appeared on the platform, and each of the wooden feathers was held. A shadow sword, its shape can not be uttered, like a phantom, but incomparably true. The essence of the dust step is that the body and the shadow are separated, and the sword is given to the figure.
Feng Haochen looked at Mu Yu, and his eyes showed appreciation. He nodded slightly. Whether it is swordsmanship, mentality, or pace, you need to be aware of yourself. The only way he teaches his disciples is to shape them, and they need to guide them to explore. Mu Yu’s use of the dusty swordsmanship or the dust-falling pace is already very skillful, but he lacks experience and cannot combine the two.
The promise was also extremely unexpected. He smiled and said: "Wu Yu realized this point so quickly. It is really suitable for monastic training. Now I can only do two shadows and two styles. I wonder if he will quickly reach the nine shadows and nine styles?"
Feng Haochen said softly: "This depends on his understanding! The way of falling dust, irrelevant, is only comprehending. Xiangnan and Lan Linger can only divide two swords so far, and he has been able to divide four, and may soon catch up with you. ”
Nodded in words: "I also want to know the power of the nine shadows and nine styles!"
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Xiaohu is not sure why there are two wooden feathers suddenly appearing in the field. Others are also suspicious. They have never seen a person who can divide two before. What is this stranger, or what is wrong? For a time no one dared to make a conclusion, because the two wood feathers did not have any weakening, but they became more and more tyrannical and the atmosphere became more and more stable.
"Pretend to be a ghost, die!"
Xiaohu shouted, and behind the ancient pine shadows violently shocked, turned into a little bit of shadow, into the sword of the pine, a time when the Songsong sword momentum, the people around were forced to retreat. The Songsong sword seems to have become the focus of the world. All the spiritual powers have gathered toward the Songsong sword, gradually forming a vast sword of the sky, constantly accumulating, and finally the tiger is no longer able to maintain this sword, he directly With a wave of swaying, the sword of arrogance and arrogance ruined the sky and swept away.
"Xuan Cang Luo Lei"
The eighth style of the dust sword method, Xuan Cang thunder. Daosheng is everything, and Lei is the one.
The spiritual power in the air swayed, and the aura seemed to be squeezing each other, and the blue sparks flashed in between. The surrounding aura has chaotic rules, tearing constantly, and then the aura is turned into a spiritual cloud, transforming lightning. The breath becomes dull and makes people breathe. A shadow of Mu Yu stood up and took the thunder with a sword. The shadow sword in the other shadow had already flashed thunder, and the wood feather was not affected by the thunder, with a pure Lei Ling welcoming the tiger's sword. gas.
Thundering the criminal law, crossing the world is not right.
For a time, the tiger's Haoran swordsmanship disappeared like ice and snow, and the sword was smashed by the violent Ray Ling, and the sword was used as its own. Later, Lei Ling strengthened the Shengli to the tiger.
Xiaohu’s head was blank. He didn’t understand why his Qingsong sword suddenly broke away from his own control. Why did his own savage sword disappeared in a blink of an eye? He only saw a sudden thunder of lightning under the blue sky, and he There are not even opportunities to dodge.
"The Qingsong faction concedes defeat."
When Lei Ling was about to smash the tiger, the space around him swayed, and then Lei Ling turned to the ground and slammed into the ground, smashing the smashing of the slab, and a deep pit appeared on the ring.
Bailang’s hand was overwhelmed by the little tiger, and he fell under the ring. His face was very calm. He just looked at Muyu thoughtfully. He just saved his tiger. If not, the tiger is likely to be Irreversible trauma.
"No, no, I didn't lose! How can I lose to a waste? This is impossible -" Xiaohu whispered, and he looked at Mu Yu with his eyes, and couldn't believe everything in front of him. UU reading www.uukanshu. Com He lost? Did he lose as the pride of the Qingsong faction? Lost to a gray disciple and lost to a disciple of the dusty school!
"To shut up."The white waves screamed, the little tiger no longer snorted, he buried his head, and endless shame came to his mind. At the beginning, he decided that Mu Yu was a waste. He was also humiliated and full of waste, but he lost to a waste!
Mu Yu has already merged into one, slowly falling on the platform. Cang Songjian lay quietly on the ground, still so simple and dignified. It’s not the way to win by taking advantage of external forces. The tiger defeated the person who was higher than him by a sword, but the external force was uncontrollable, and his failure was inevitable.
Everyone looked at it incredibly. Mu Yu defeated the little tiger of the Qingsong School. The little tiger, known as the inheritance of the future Qingsong faction, couldn’t beat a disciplinary disciple. The sturdy platform is fragmented. This is a platform built for the disciples of the foundation. Unless it is the strength of the Golden Age, it is impossible to destroy it. But what kind of power is caused by the boy’s thunder?
Everyone looked at the wooden feathers on the stage. For a time, it was difficult to calm down. They still didn't believe the facts at hand. The disciples were so strong.
"The tiger has lost?"
"The dust party won?"
Many people shook their heads and thought it was an illusion, but no matter how they swayed, the teenager was always standing on the platform, the boy from the bottom of the door that made people laugh!
Mu Yu won, and Bai Lang intervened in this test, no one dared to say anything.
"White-wave brothers, the test of the base period, according to the rules of the Golden Dan master is not allowed to intervene?"Mu Yu took a ritual to the white waves and then asked.
Everyone once again, Mu Yu, a small dust-splitting party built a base disciple, at this moment, it is a fluke, but dare to lick his nose?
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