Inverse Sword God

Lin Xuan came to the classroom early and waited for Murong to teach.

Not long after he came, Ye Qing and Luo Qingshan also came one after another, and the three of them chatted in low voices, but they couldn't understand the boredom.

After about a stick of incense, Murong Qianling appeared.

He is dressed in silver-white light armor and wears a dark cyan long sword around his waist, which is a little less charming, but adds a little heroic spirit.

"I'm going to give you a set of swordsmanship today." Murong Qianling went straight to the topic without any hesitation.

"This set of swordsmanship is called Blast Swordsmanship. It belongs to the Xuanjie intermediate martial arts. I will practice it first, so you can watch it carefully."

After saying that, she drew out her long sword and posed a starter gesture.

The next moment, a gust of wind rose under her feet. The wind seemed to appear out of thin air, blowing Murong Qianling's long hair. Ye Qing and Luo Qingshan are okay, it is not the first time they have experienced this kind of thing, but it is the first time for Lin Xuan.

I saw Murong Qianling's black hair fluttering, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a gust of wind, very ethereal.

The sword rises and falls like wind and clouds, making people unable to see its source, let alone guess its trajectory.

Lin Xuan was completely intoxicated. He was worried that he didn't have a strong swordsmanship. Now that he had this opportunity, he certainly wouldn't let it go. Although Murong Qianling's moves were quick and dazzling, Lin Xuan had a mysterious little sword in his body, and his understanding of swordsmanship had definitely reached a terrifying level.

"Three stabs in the blast!" Murong Qianling tapped the ground, his body suddenly turned into a streamer, and the dark cyan long sword in his hand seemed to turn into a cyan hurricane, tearing apart the void. Three cyan flashes cut through the void, forming a 'Zhi'.

"These three blasting thorns are flexible and changeable. They can not only chase the enemy, but also avoid encirclement, roaming battles, etc." Murong Qianling explained while casting the blasting three thorns.

I saw three cyan rays of light forming different trajectories in the air, including various means of attacking, chasing, evading and so on.

Lin Xuan was amazed. Compared with the blast swordsmanship, his thunderbolt swordsmanship seemed to have a single attack, but this was normal. First, the thunderbolt swordsmanship was of low grade, and it was not completed, and it was a certain set of swordsmanship. Simple version.

"If I can learn the blast swordsmanship, I'm afraid my strength will be improved by three points." Lin Xuan kept comparing in his heart.

But at this time, Murong Qianling changed her moves again. Different from the fast and fierce just now, this time her whole body was surging with spiritual energy, like a tuyere, and the power of the wind was shocking.

"The wind blows the clouds!"

A sword was slashed, and the bluestone on the ground was scraped with countless cracks, and a cyan tornado with a height of more than two feet fell from the sword and swept forward rapidly.

Lin Xuan's pupils shrank, and he felt a terrible suction and a faint sense of crisis from the cyan tornado, which made his chest feel tight.

Click!

Nearby trees were uprooted by the suction, dragging mud into the wind.

Chi Chi Chi!

As soon as the big tree came into contact with the tornado, countless cyan wind blades appeared, cutting the tree into countless segments.

After walking for five or six feet, the cyan tornado stopped turning and gradually disappeared. But Murong Qianling didn't stop, she once again used her long sword to create a whirlwind.

This time, the whirlwind just walked two feet, and suddenly it divided into three parts and hit three different directions. Wherever it passed, there were rubble and forests, and the ground was full of mess.

"It's still possible!" Not only Lin Xuan was surprised this time, but even Luo Qingshan and Ye Qing exclaimed in a low voice.

"There are still two moves left in the blast sword technique, one of which is a defensive move called Fengyue Huiwu." Murong Qianling said, "Qingshan, attack me with all your strength."

Luo Qingshan stood up, a faint halo appeared behind him, he drew his sword and stabbed, rushing towards Murong Qianling at the fastest speed.

Before the attack arrived, air flow suddenly rushed around Murong Qianling, and a blue light flashed, forming a half-moon-shaped wind wall in front of her, deflecting Luo Qingshan's attack to the side.

After one move, Murong Qianling put away the long sword, she didn't say anything, but let the three of Lin Xuan realize silently.

After a while, Ye Qing suddenly asked, "Teacher Murong, didn't you say there is another move, what is that move?"

"The last move is too difficult for you, and it requires the cultivation of the Spirit Sea Realm to perform."

Murong Qianling's expression was indifferent, but when she saw the eager eyes of the three, she could only sigh helplessly.

"I'll give it to you once, so you little brats don't give up!"

She waved her beautiful jade hand, and the long sword volleyed out, and three light blue wind blades flew out from the tip of the sword, each of which was more than one meter long, whistling and flying into the distance.

Whoosh whoosh!

Three wind blades flashed past, slicing a stone pillar in the distance into several sections, and then disappeared.

"Let the sword out!" Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly. This is a method that only Spiritual Sea Realm warriors can use. At this stage, they really can't do it.

"Okay, now I will demonstrate the complete moves of the blast sword technique. I will tell you about the three major sword techniques in detail." Murong Qianling began to explain seriously.

It was only then that Lin Xuan discovered how lucky it was to have a lesson. He could make the disciples avoid many detours and directly practice the correct ones.

Suddenly, he frowned and cursed inwardly. Speaking of teacher, he had one in his body, and it was a terrifying one, but that one drank all day, giving Lin Xuan a very unreliable feeling.

Moreover, it is still in a deep sleep.

"It seems that the wine master needs to be woken up as soon as possible." Lin Xuan made a decision.

After half a day, Murong Qianling stopped explaining. The three of Lin Xuan memorized all the moves, and the rest could only rely on their own practice and perception.

After saying goodbye to Ye Qing and Luo Qingshan, Lin Xuan left alone. He did not go back to his residence, but walked to the Zongnei Herbal Hall. He wanted to inquire about the medicinal materials for soul recovery.

Passing through the pavilions and pavilions, Lin Xuan came to an independent courtyard, where the temples were scattered, and people shuttled.

From far away, he could smell the smell of countless herbs, and a faint smell of red fire. Lin Xuan knew that this was the herbal medicine hall of the inner door, and all the medicinal herbs they used came from here.

Lin Xuan walked in and looked around curiously. Some of the Herbal Hall's disciples glanced at him, then left with a blank expression. Lin Xuan didn't care. He had heard a little about the Herbal Hall. In addition to the Herbal Hall's own disciples, there were more of the inner disciples.

These inner sect disciples are all here to ask for medicinal pills. Of course, everyone's methods are different.

Some people buy with a lot of money, some people go through relationships, and some people take tasks and get medicine pills.

Lin Xuan has no special relationship in this inner sect, so he wants to obtain the medicine he wants through the other two methods.

Of course, the premise is that there are medicinal herbs for soul recovery.

"Senior brother, I have something to ask for help." Lin Xuan said lightly as he walked to a disciple of the Herbal Hall.