Nanyue and Cangze's actions immediately shocked the group of monsters.
The purple vine arrows were as fast as lightning, and no demon could avoid them. The purple light flashed through the air and cracked the sky. The gray and green marks were strange and ever-changing, just like an assassin wearing a human skin mask. It was impossible to guard against it. In the blink of an eye, he was still murderous just now.
The soaring sneak attackers turned into white light and disappeared.
None of the onlookers dared to move.
They may not be able to see at a glance that Nanyue and Cangze are using high-level magic like Ming Juezi, but they can also see that the two magics are unusual. Nanyue and Cangze were staying in the illusion array before
In the middle, all the demons were attracted by Zuo Mo and were unaware of it.
Their sudden appearance and subsequent thunderbolt tactics immediately put an end to some demonic thoughts of fishing in troubled waters.
Nan Yue was panting slightly, holding a vine bow, standing next to Zuo Mo, watching the surroundings with a vigilant expression. Cangze's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and the gray-green mist on his body was much lighter than before.
Zuo Mo knew in his heart that Nan Yue and Cang Ze were just practicing new magic for the first time, and they would definitely be exhausted after using it this time.
"Go back and have a good rest." Zuo Mowen said after regaining his strength. He waved his hands at the same time, and dozens of rays of light poured out like a torrential rain, submerging into the open space around him and disappearing.
trap!
The onlookers all felt secretly awe-inspiring.
Nanyue and Cangze were both at the end of their game and could not hold on at the moment. Seeing this, they breathed a sigh of relief and left quickly without any delay.
Zuo Mo looked around coldly. Many monsters lowered their heads, not daring to look at him. His eyes paused on Ming Juezi, and the strange monster smiled at him.
He left the Wild Beast chessboard without thinking carefully about the meaning of Juezi's smile.
As soon as he left the wild beast chessboard, Zuo Mo deeply felt how serious the consumption of his spiritual consciousness was, and he quickly fell into concentration and restored his spiritual consciousness.
"This sword formation is a good thing and can help you understand the meaning of the sword. However, don't rely too much on external objects. We are sword cultivators. What is sword cultivator? There is nothing else except the sword! Whether you have understood it or not
Sword Intent, when you start to practice swordsmanship, your heart will be like a sword embryo. You need to constantly temper and sharpen it to make it more and more pure and tough. So how can you temper and sharpen it?
The heart of the sword? Fight, keep fighting! Without fighting, there is no sword cultivator. We sword cultivators come to this world with a sharp edge!"
Wei Sheng's voice was not passionate, but his resolute gaze and decisive tone without any hesitation made all the swordsmen's blood boil.
In the past, everyone suffered from no one to guide them, like headless flies. Now, Wei Sheng's emergence has given all sword cultivators hope. In other sects, disciples like Wei Sheng would still be disciples. But here
, Wei Sheng quickly became the teacher of all swordsmen, and no one doubted every word he said.
He is a true swordsman!
Many of Wei Sheng's practices would have seemed silly to everyone in the past. Who would have thought that a cultivator at the golden elixir stage would spend two hours a day, like a beginner, slashing and stabbing with one sword?
Soon, he used facts to let everyone understand how crucial basic training is.
He used the sword moves of the Qi Refining Stage and the spiritual power of the Qi Refining Stage to sweep through all the masters from the Suzaku Camp, including Ma Fan.
After such an incredible competition, the entire Suzaku Camp fell into a dead silence for several days. Wei Sheng's performance simply overturned the common sense they had formed for a long time.
No matter what spiritual power or sword moves, it was as if they were of no use in front of Wei Sheng. He told everyone with facts that their practice had entered a misunderstanding. Gradually, some people began to imitate Wei Sheng's practice method and practiced it steadily. They had already given up on it.
Basic sword moves for a long time.
Wei Sheng's lecture hall is overcrowded every day.
In the lecture hall, Wei Sheng said what he just said. Everyone quickly gathered together after class to discuss the matter.
"Master Wei said that so damn well!" Although Lei Peng didn't practice sword skills, he never lowered his sword skills in every class. Today, Wei Sheng's words were more to his liking. He was so young.
Wei Sheng is known as Master Wei.
"But there is no actual combat." Someone muttered.
"Actual combat is not without it." Ma Fan mused. Since he was defeated by Wei Sheng last time, he has reflected on it for a long time. He was born in the sword cultivating field, and he knew a lot of things half-underlying, which laid many hidden dangers. Now Wei Sheng singled them out one by one.
He benefited so much that he had to think over everything Wei Sheng said several times.
"Yes, there are evil souls out there, and there are even more powerful evil soul beasts. Aren't they the best targets for actual combat?" Nian Lu interjected.
"Yes! Fuck you!"
"Hmm, let's plan it carefully, why not..."
The poor evil soul beasts have been roaming around in this evil mist for tens of thousands of years without incident, but because of Wei Sheng's words, they encountered disaster.
Originally, Shulong, Awen and other backbones of the guard camp also planned to attend the Sword Lecture Hall. Although Wei Sheng was talking about sword practice, there were many places that could also be of reference to them.
However, this plan was ruthlessly killed by Pu Yao.
Are you kidding me? How can a direct descendant of a dignified heavenly demon, even a nominal direct descendant, get someone else to give them a lecture?
For Pu Yao, this is simply a humiliation, yes, it is a humiliation!
Pu Yao, who became more and more unhappy the more he thought about it, immediately ordered the whole camp to be closed down. What's the big deal about talking about the sword hall? When it comes to training, huh, who can compete with me?
Pu Yao sneered in his heart.
With a wave of his hand, the Demon Refining Hall opened like this.
Although Pu is a demon, he is no stranger to the ways of demons. He speaks eloquently and gives arbitrary instructions, and what he talks about is not limited to "Bitter Guard". If those demon schools in the demon world were to sit here and listen, they would just
I was afraid that they would have been frightened for a long time. The guards just listened honestly, and many things suddenly became enlightened to them. As for other things, they didn't feel much.
Although the gate of the camp was closed, every move of the Suzaku camp still fell in the eyes of Shulong and others.
"Actual combat? Well, it is indeed necessary." Pu Yao held his chin and blinked his bloody eyes.
Compared with the sword cultivators of the Suzaku Camp, the bitter guards of the Wei Camp have pitifully little actual combat experience. Moreover, they are all from the cultivators and are wild men in the true sense. It can be said that the bitter guards of the Suzaku Camp are inherently inferior to those of the Suzaku Camp.
There are many swordsmen.
If the Wei camp was suppressed by the Suzaku camp, wouldn't his face be too shameless?
Even Wei Sheng!
Humph! Just a golden elixir...
How could the arrogant Pu Yao tolerate such a result?
What's more, there is also a golden soul! After absorbing a ray of golden soul, his soul was greatly stabilized. He breathed a sigh of relief and became even more eager for the remaining golden soul. At this juncture, of course, he had to prove it.
own value.
There is no way, this student of mine is the most realistic!
Pu Yao also had his mind set on those evil soul beasts. He had no intention of discussing it and gave the order directly with a wave of his hand.
The guard camp began to take action.
Gongsun Cha didn't know anything that happened in the camp. Wei Sheng's arrival did not have much impact on him. When he left Wukong Mountain, he had just entered Wukong Mountain for more than a month and had no feelings for Wukong Sword Sect. Wei Sheng
He had only heard of this senior brother by name, but this was his first time meeting him in person.
At this time, his whole body was red, like a cooked shrimp. He was already handsome, with a boyish shyness on his face, and now his whole body was red, making him even more adorable.
His soul fluctuated violently. As soon as the bead entered the mouth, the surging soul source was like a tide, almost swallowing him up. His soul was like a sampan, struggling in the big waves.
If it were an ordinary person, in this situation, the first thought would be to protect themselves.
But Gongsun Cha had a ruthless and decisive temperament, and immediately began a suicidal madness to plunder. During the struggle, he continuously devoured the source of the soul to strengthen himself. The level of thrills was the most dangerous since Gongsun Cha's cultivation.
Gongsun Cha's cultivation level is at the bottom of the entire team, but when it comes to his will, even Zuo Mo underestimated the tenacity of his will. From the moment he came into contact with the general, he was ravaged by Pu Yao over and over again.
Next, he persevered and endured. During that period, Pu Yao didn’t have any guidance, and Gongsun Chai needed to constantly find patterns in his failures. There was no encouragement, no support, only failure.
The cruelest growth model, the achievement of Gongsun Cha.
This formed Xiaoniang's ruthless fighting style, but few people knew that he was even more ruthless towards herself.
He is a freak with a weak body and low cultivation, but an extremely tough and ruthless heart.
To him, this was just another battle. The dangerous situation did not make him waver in the slightest. His determination, tempered by the Pu Yao's countless ravages, was as stable as a rock. What he was best at was fighting from
In a desperate situation where there seems to be no chance, an opportunity is found.
He was shaken by the impact of the soul like a raging wave, but he was extremely calm and swallowed up the origin of those wandering souls bit by bit.
His consciousness increased rapidly, and he became more and more skillful.
He commanded his consciousness just like commanding the Suzaku Battalion.
Detour, intersperse, encircle and annihilate...
These methods he was most familiar with were used by him with ease. He was like a cunning fox wolf, waiting for an opportunity to wander around. When he saw an opportunity, he pounced on it and bit off a piece.
The source of his soul was so turbulent and he was so weak. He was not panicked at all. On the contrary, he was quite excited because he found the pleasure of fighting. This pleasure was like a drug addiction, making him deeply intoxicated.
He gradually took control of the situation.
His spiritual consciousness is getting stronger and stronger, and with the help, his calculations have become more accurate, and his spiritual consciousness has become more controllable. They are like changing from a rookie to an elite soldier.
Gradually, a hint of enlightenment emerged in my heart.
This glimmer of understanding is getting clearer and clearer, as clear as if it were behind the window paper, and you can see it clearly if you poke it casually.
His consciousness was like the wind and the remaining clouds, swallowing up the last trace of the source of his soul.
Snap, like something shattered, but also like something broke.
He stood on the deserted battlefield, his mind extremely empty.
