Lingxuzi had no choice but to draw his sword to meet him. He was injured and his internal strength was greatly damaged. Anxixia had almost rested at this time, and her spiritual power had also recovered to some extent. In this fight, Anxixia took advantage of him.
An Xixia's eyes moved slightly. Lingxuzi's sword moves were firmly protecting the acupoints all over his body. There was a hint of mockery in her eyes. The sword light did not stab at the acupoints on his body, but at his wrists and ankles.
, and soon Lingxuzi's limbs were stabbed by her, and he fell heavily to the ground.
An Xixia chuckled lightly, and the sword light flashed, and then he drew a big turtle on Lingxuzi's face, and Lingxuzi's face was covered with blood.
Lingxuzi said angrily: "You said you wouldn't kill me, what are you going to do?"
"Nothing to do." An Xixia said with a smile: "Have you mastered the swordsmanship I just taught you?"
The swordsman had never seen such a move before, and immediately asked: "Master, what kind of sword technique is this move of yours? Why have I never seen it before?"
An Xixia said in an extremely disdainful tone: "Take a look at the painted turtle sword technique, isn't it very vivid?"
Jian Chi looked at Ling Xuzi seriously and then said: "It looks like, it really looks like! Master, I really didn't expect you to be able to paint. You are really amazing!"
An Xixia was speechless for the almost blind worship of Jian Chi. She coughed lightly and asked Lingxuzi: "Can I learn it?"
When Lingxuzi heard that An Xixia drew a turtle on his face, he felt so ashamed and angry that he wanted to die. He had seen people insulting people, but he had never seen anyone insulting people like An Xixia. However, he had no resistance at this time.
force.
An Xixia drew a turtle on his face. How will he see anyone in the future? If others ask, he can't say that he was injured by his apprentice, right? A master can't even beat his own apprentice, so what?
How embarrassing!
An Xixia was not in the mood to pay attention to his mood. She smiled slightly and said: "Okay, if you have learned it, get out! If you haven't learned it yet, I will teach you again."
After he finished speaking, he crawled forward and Qinying said anxiously: "Master, this old bastard is so bad, how could you just let him go like this?"
"He already calls me Master, how can I embarrass him again? As an elder, you must have the bearing of an elder." An Xixia said very naturally.
Qinying stamped her feet bitterly, but didn't say anything else.
Ye Youran glanced at An Xixia and saw that her eyes were full of cold mockery. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Xia Xia is right. To be an elder, you must have the magnanimity of an elder. You cannot argue with a junior.
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An Xixia turned to look at him. He smiled extremely gracefully. With his look, no one could imagine that he just moved his fingers and so many swordsman masters died in his hands.
Xue Po over there had also killed all the disciples in the Qingjian Sect. When he originally looked like a bear and ran in front of An Xixia, he had turned into a man in white, but his body was already covered in blood.
His face and mouth were also full of blood. Seeing his appearance, An Xixia asked worriedly: "Are you injured? Why is there so much blood?"
"This blood belongs to them." Xue Po pointed to the disciples of the Qingjian Sect who were lying on the ground and said. His green eyes were full of excitement. He had not had such a happy fight in many years.