Lin Yanli raised her hand slightly and regrouped a sword intent.
He picked out a sword flower with his right hand and used the long sword to attract the sky fire. He stepped forward and carried the red fire light flying past. The sword light flashed. Lin Yanli held the sword in both hands and slashed horizontally.
This sword was named "Yangheng Style" by Jiang Wanli, and it was not difficult to master. After Lin Yanli swung the sword several times, he quickly mastered it by borrowing the purity of Haoran's righteousness.
Jiang Eli sat aside, wearing a clear and ethereal dress mixed with clouds and mist. He held his head and said with some envy: "If I had the awe-inspiring righteousness around me, I wouldn't have died in a corner like the Heavenly Palace."
Of course, envy is envy, and some things are destined to be unavailable, so don’t think about them.
"Second style, sword storm."
Lin Yanli's sword edge trembled, the tip of the sword trembled, and a strong wave of heat hit his face.
The next moment, the sword tip condensed with spiritual energy, and the dazzling sword light made Lin Yanli couldn't help but close his eyes.
A starburst spread out in all directions, and wherever the starburst passed, fire waves raged like waves and wind.
This move is similar to the fire spirit technique performed by Lin Yanli, except that the mixed sword light in the fire is difficult to guard against, and it is quite magical.
"Hua Yanyue!"
Lin Yanli flicked his sword lightly, and a scabbard appeared out of thin air on his waist. The sword was put into and out of the sheath, and the shadows of the swords overlapped.
This is a sword-drawing technique.
A series of sword shadows disappeared out of thin air and suddenly appeared again. The fire in the sword shadows dispersed and bloomed in an instant, like an epiphyllum appearing under the moon.
The three sword moves were completed in one go. Lin Yanli squeezed the sword intention in his hand, sat down on the ground, and waved his little hand: "This sword move consumes too much energy and is not suitable for my little arms and short legs."
Jiang Wanli squatted down and said, "If you don't endure hardship today, you will definitely cry for your inaction today. This world is a cannibal. Don't imagine that you can get to the top without working hard."
Lin Yanli rubbed his face, got up from the ground, regained his sword intent in his hand, pointed at Jiang Elli on the ground, and shouted softly: "Jiang Elli, take the sword."
Jiang Eli was slightly startled, then heard Jiang Wanli shout from the side: "Eli takes the sword!"
…
Two moons in the sky.
One round is in a moment, and the other is in the wilderness.
This is a strange landscape that can only be seen in Mutian City.
In the thousands of miles of camp, only a few ferocious beasts mooed.
Outside one of the big tents, there was a young man squatting next to a wooden stake, his eyes widened as he looked at the red tassels of the tent in front of him. However, his gaze secretly fell on a plump young woman in the tent. The woman was sitting in the tent.
On a low bench, her eyes were tired and blurred, her body was leaning forward, and her heavy chest swayed from time to time with her breathing, which invisibly added to this beautiful woman's capital.
The young man swallowed and felt a little numb from squatting, so he used his magical power to create a wooden stake and sat on the other side.
Viewed from this side, the astonishing curvature of the woman's buttocks could be seen. The young man was astonished, as if he had found a treasure. When he was about to savor it carefully, a palm hung in front of his eyes, disturbing his interest.
"looks good?"
The abrupt words made the young man feel a little guilty for no reason. He turned his head and sneered at the girl in front of him, saying, "Oh, how can we be as good-looking as our Yingzhao girl?"
The girl crossed her arms, gave the young man a cold look, and said, "I transformed three thoughts before you did. According to the human race, you should call me sister."
The young man stood up and shook his finger, "You are wrong. I am three years older than you, so I am right to call you Yingzhao girl!"
"It seems that after reading the book recently, you have the confidence to argue with me."
"Of course. I have read a lot of books by the Holy Master recently. I think I can go to Guanhai Academy and become a gentleman."
"Gentleman? Just you?"
"Why not? After we beat Xu Mo, I'm going to get a wordless golden book and hang it behind my back to show off."
The two argued for a while, but the young man still fell into the disadvantage. He spread his hands and said, "If you have anything to do, go to the Three Treasures Hall. If you have anything to do, just say it."
The girl who went by the pseudonym Yingzhao puffed out her chest and said, "I just came from Da Na. Grand Ancestor wants to see you for something important."
"Mom." When the young man heard this, he quickly got up and ran towards the central tent.
After traveling twenty miles in one breath, the young man came to a simple tent.
Opening the door curtain, the young man walked in calmly and found that there were many people standing inside.
His steps paused slightly, and his frivolous expression turned serious.
He looked around and found that the people who came here were all young demons with a life span of no more than a thousand years old, and they were sword cultivators.
"Everyone is here!"
The old voice sounded, and everyone was shocked.
Everyone looked at the simple wooden table in the distance, where an old man appeared out of thin air. He was dressed in gray and had a bland aura. There was nothing outstanding about him.
Everyone bowed their hands in unison and called out: "Great Ancestor."
A young man in black slowly entered the tent, holding a pot of tea in his hand, and brought it to the old man's side, saying softly: "Senior Bai doesn't want to come."
"Yeah." Kong Gu responded, "If you don't want to come, then you don't want to come."
He raised the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea. His cloudy eyes took in the "people" in the tent and said slowly: "I asked you to come here because I have something to say."
Kong Gu glanced at the young man in black next to him. The young man suddenly understood, took a step forward, and said loudly: "The great ancestor intends to leave the road to cope with the disaster."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.
The young man hiding in the corner had his eyes widened, looking a little unbelievable.
This old monster who has lived in the world for tens of thousands of years actually wants to go away to face the catastrophe. Has his time come? Or has he lived too long and wants to die?
Everyone secretly guessed that Kong Gu's face remained unchanged and he had already expected it, and continued: "Lin Qingxuan and I plan to go on a pilgrimage together to transport our energy back to the world. What you all have to do is to use more swords in the battle to kill.
Kill the opponent's sword cultivator."
The young man rubbed it with his fingers and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
When the great ancestor returns to the west, his fortune in swordsmanship will return to the world. At that time, his fortune will be shared among his swordsmanship achievements. How much he can share depends on his ability.
He looked around and found several opponents for himself. When the great ancestor died, he immediately took action and "devoured" these people without anyone noticing.
Everyone in the camp was harboring evil intentions, and Kong Gu knew what he was thinking. He snorted coldly and said, "Mutian City will be destroyed in at least three years. During this period, internal strife is strictly prohibited!"
The young man was shocked, glanced at Kong Gu, and quickly lowered his head.
Obviously, their every move was under Kong Gu's control.
"Okay, let's all disperse."
After saying that, Kong Gu closed his eyes to rest and paid no attention to them, and everyone left.
The young man also exited the tent. Just after taking two steps, a gray mist swept across him. The next moment, he reappeared in the tent.
When he was stunned, a jade slip fell into his hand.
"You are the outstanding young sword cultivators in the Great Wilderness, and from now on you will be the monks of the Falling Star Pavilion. I hope you will excel in your swordsmanship and fly to the top with your sword after breaking through."