Inverse Sword God

Luo Yi kept flashing, and the claws of the blood-eyed wolf were dodged by him one by one.

I saw that Luo Yi's movement range was very small, almost all within one step. It was through such a small range and high frequency movement that he quickly avoided the attack of the blood-eyed wolf.

"What a precise control!" Lin Xuan secretly marveled. So far, Luo Yi hasn't made a mistake. He almost attacked the blood-eyed wolf. This kind of footwork is very efficient, but it is also very dangerous. One mistake can be seriously injured.

When Lin Xuan thought of this, he heard a sting. Luo Yi's clothes were cut, and three bloodstains appeared on his chest.

"Humph! Big waves!"

Luo Yi snorted coldly, his swordsmanship suddenly changed, like a galloping river, turbulent.

The three-foot long sword was wrapped in sea-blue spiritual power, and every sword swing was like a wave. Luo Yi swung three swords in a row, the blue spiritual power stirred in the air, and the violent power swept away.

Ow!

The blood-eyed wolf seemed to sense danger, and the wolf fur all over his body stood up and rushed to the side.

Bang!

However, the speed of the blood-eyed wolf was still one step slower, and it was split in half by the sharp long sword, and the blood was scattered all over the floor.

"Brother Luo Yi's swordsmanship is awesome!" Someone in the team cheered.

"I think the footwork is better." Someone asked enviously, "Brother Yi, your footwork just now was so handsome!"

Luo Yi looked at the members of the battle group behind him and said, "Okay, tidy up the wolf corpse, and let's go to the next task."

Lin Xuan squatted in the grass, still recalling the footwork just now in his mind.

It wasn't a special martial skill, but a very deep level of footwork practiced, combined with precise calculations, and the scene just now came about.

"It's so delicate, I like it!" Lin Xuan was very moved and planned to work hard in this direction.

"Look for Yin Xingcao first." He didn't forget the purpose of coming out. After tidying up his backpack, he set off again.

Finally, in a mountain stream, Lin Xuan found three shady grasses.

Lin Xuan was overjoyed, and immediately took out the wooden box from his backpack, plucked one of the shady grasses, and put it into the wooden box.

"Hey, it's yin grass!" Suddenly, someone behind him exclaimed.

Lin Xuan's heart sank, and he picked another one, put it in the wooden box, and put the wooden box away. He left one plant outside, and two plants were enough for him.

"Boy, put down the evil grass in your box!" the man scolded.

Lin Xuan frowned and looked, only to see a square-faced youth standing in front of him, a white robe with a crescent moon embroidered on the sleeves.

"People from the Shenwei Group." Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows and exhaled slowly.

"There is one more plant there, just go and pick it." Lin Xuan said in a deep voice.

"One?" The young man sneered, "I want all of them! You dare to grab the mission of the Shenwei Group, you are tired and crooked!"

"Sure enough, it's more domineering than I imagined." Lin Xuan shook the long sword in his hands and said coldly, "Get out of the way, I don't have time to talk to you!"

"Yo, do you want to do it?" The disciple was arrogant, "You dare to do something to the members of the Shenwei Group!"

"Come, come! Let you know how powerful the young master is." The square-faced disciple drew out his long sword and stabbed it with his sword.

"Clouds and water swordsmanship!"

Although the Fang-faced disciple acted arrogantly, his shots were unambiguous. When he came up, he was a fierce swordsman, and he didn't mean to underestimate Lin Xuan.

This swordsmanship is like a cloud, and it stretches like running water. It feels very soft, like a sympathetic hand brushing past, making people addicted.

Lin Xuan was vigilant in his heart. Sure enough, the disciples who can join the Shenwei Group have two skills.

His hands were not flustered at all, they were very calm, as if they were not the hands of a young man, because no young man's hands could be so steady.

Lin Xuan knew that this was thanks to his three-year practice of one-stroke sword skills, that is, the outer flying star that day. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to hit this level.

Raise your hand and draw your sword.

Lin Xuan used basic swordsmanship, without extra fancy, very simple, and very practical.

"Haha, I laughed so hard!" The Fang-faced disciple laughed loudly, "I actually use basic swordsmanship, even if I don't have the ability to challenge the Shenwei Group, I think it's a long life!"

The Xuanjian Sect has strict rules, and no one should die inside the door, but outside the Xuanjian Sect, no one can control it in this mountain, and no one can control it.

"The Thirteen Swords of Yunshui, Yundan, Shuiqing!"

The square-faced disciple slashed out two swords in a row, one sword was as dazzling as a long rainbow, and the other sword was elusive, so ordinary people couldn't find it at all. However, this hidden second sword is the real killer move.

The square-faced disciple had a smile on his face, as if he had seen Lin Xuan helplessly fall to the ground, constantly begging for mercy.

However, the next moment, the situation changed.

I saw that the black iron sword in Lin Xuan's hand was like a black poisonous dragon, and he quickly stabbed two swords.

Dissolved the offensive of the square-faced disciples.

"What? This is impossible!" The square-faced disciple's eyelids jumped. The two swords just now were the essence of Yunshui Sword.

But Lin Xuan easily broke the two swords as if he knew it in advance.

"Shit luck!" The square-faced disciple couldn't figure it out, so it could only be attributed to luck.

"I see how long you will be lucky!" With a grim expression on his face, he swung out his long sword, and he chopped off the surrounding rocks and vegetation.

Lin Xuan is not in a hurry. This Fang-faced disciple has the same strength as him, and his swordsmanship is okay, so he is just right to practice his hands. His basic swordsmanship and basic footwork have only been practiced alone, and he has never used it against anyone, so now he is just trying it out.

Unconsciously, Lin Xuan thought of Luo Yi's footwork not long ago, which was agile, fast, efficient, and exciting.

"Try it." Lin Xuan suddenly leaned forward, ready to practice that kind of footwork.

This move startled the disciple with square face, but when he found that Lin Xuan's attack frequency had dropped and his footwork was always wrong, his face was full of hideous smiles.

"I'm running out of strength, let's use it well! Then give me death!" Above the sword's edge, the silver sword light shone, and there was an astonishing power gushing out.

Lin Xuan sighed, he just found a little feeling, but this square-faced disciple was going to use his big moves desperately. In desperation, he had to give up the practice.

He swayed his long sword and brought a sword light, which stabbed the square-faced boy's wrist like lightning.

The cold light suddenly appeared, and a half-foot-long mouth appeared on the wrist of the square-faced teenager, and blood was flowing wildly.

The long sword clapped and fell to the ground. The square-faced youth covered his wrist and looked at Lin Xuan in horror.

"You, what do you want to do?" The square-faced youth looked flustered, "I warn you, I am a member of the Shenwei Group, don't mess around!"

Lin Xuan was too lazy to pay attention to him, turned around and plucked the remaining shady grass, put it in the box, and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, the square-faced disciple quickly got up from the ground, quickly retreated, and after reaching a very safe distance, he shot a small golden arrow into the sky.

With a bang, the small arrow exploded in the air, forming a small golden sun, which was very eye-catching.

"Boy, those who dare to bully the Shenwei Group, you are doomed!" The square-faced disciple roared hideously.