Flying Sword School
It turns out that the elder of the Miaoshan Sword Sect is a master of the Flying Sword Sect. Those black-robed monsters are extraordinary in strength. Few of Bai Qin An's swordsmen survived, and even could resist.
Flying sword flashes!
When attacking, it is fierce and fierce, like lightning in the night sky, full of murderous intent!
When adjusting the position during the pause, it becomes one with the night, and the whereabouts of the flying sword itself cannot be seen, as if accumulating strength for the next time to tear the night sky.
Zhu Minglang watched the process of Bai Qin'an, the elder of the Miaoshan Sword Sect, very carefully. If he had a sword practice, he should be able to imitate her sword charm.
"Sword Spirit Dragon, have you learned it yet?" Zhu Minglang asked.
Sword Spirit Dragon wagged its tail, looking eager to try.
Zhu Minglang turned his head and saw a group of dead servants still relentlessly killing him.
Just right!
"Flying Sword, Jian Shuo!"
According to the gourd painting, Zhu Minglang doesn't know much about the Flying Sword School, and basically all sword moves and sword techniques have to be imitated first.
Just now, Bai Qin'an used his hand as a gesture, and the sword was drawn out of the void, and the posture of killing people with the flying sword was hundreds of meters away. !
"Shua!!!!"
Following Zhu Minglang's gestures, the sword spirit dragon slashed horizontally. The sword was powerful, and it tore out a hundred-meter-long crack in the thick stele wall. There is a big gap between the lightning-fast Feijian Jianshuo!
"Boom!!!!"
Raised the sweep again, the force of the sweep was comparable to a huge wave, and the dead waiters flew upside down one by one, falling behind the monument wall.
With the sword again, it was like a dragon crossing the river. The huge sword energy knocked all the dead servants on the wall of the stele into the air, and saw the dead servants knocked into the stele one by one, stupefied and spitting blood!
On the side, Bai Qin'an from the Miaoshan Sword Sect was stunned.
Where is Feijian Jianshuo
It feels like a warrior born with supernatural power is holding a big sword, smashing and slashing randomly. Although those dead waiters were also dealt with cleanly and neatly, it has nothing to do with Feijian Jianshuo! !
When others imitate, those with high qualifications can learn some charm, and those with poor qualifications can also create some situation.
Zhu Minglang's flying sword...is completely in its own class!
Why did he have the nerve to shout so loudly, Bai Qin'an almost thought that Zhu Minglang was really an extraordinary talent, not only the fighting sword school, but also the flying sword school!
"It's a waste of energy. Jian Shuo pays attention to one sinking and one flashing. When sinking, he hides in the bottom of the pool like a dragon, but he gathers momentum, and when flashing, he leaps like a dragon and a tiger. Be fast and precise!" Probably this Miao The Sword Girl of the Flying Sword Sect of the Mountain Sword Sect couldn't stand it any longer, she cherished words like gold, and finally spoke to Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang was also embarrassed.
The eyes understand it, and the heart understands it, but the hands are a little clumsy, and it is not the same thing when controlling it. In addition, the sword spirit dragon has always opened and closed, relying on its cultivation base and its own sword spirit talent , a random attack...
"Sink and dive first!" At this time, the sword girl Bai Qin'an demonstrated in person. She put her two fingers together, controlled the sword with her fingertips, and pulled it with her heart. She saw the snow-white long sword suddenly disappear into the night!
"Sink, dive." Zhu Minglang comprehended and understood the soul of the sword spirit dragon. Once he sank his heart, the sword spirit dragon could also feel the master's state of mind.
Think of this hazy night as a deep pool, a sea of tranquility, restrain all sharp edges, and slowly sink into it...
The dark red sword spirit is calm and focused, trying to sneak into the night.
Although there is still a shallow outline, the sharp sword pattern and sword brilliance on Jian Linglong's body dissipate little by little, like a drop of water falling into a lake, like a shadow melting into Si Ye!
"The sword is like thunder in the night, without warning, it breaks the dawn of everything!" Swordswoman Bai Qin'an spoke again.
When she said these words, the snow-white sword suddenly burst into extremely fierce light, illuminating the furnace pool like a scorching sun in the daytime. The flying sword she cast this time is a few times higher than before Levels, and the position that Jian Shuo flies to is also the mighty eyeless evil dragon! !
"Shua!!!!"
The white light was blazing, it was obviously just a sword light, but it tore through the night, and its aura pierced through the evil dragon like a fortress castle!
One of the main body of the evil dragon was cut off directly, and the blood sprayed out, irrigating like rain.
The Eyeless Evil Dragon let out a scream, and was about to swing all its claws to attack Bai Qin'an, the sword girl, when he saw a dark red lightning burst out of the air. Although it was far less brilliant than the white sword light before, it had more momentum and killing intent. No less!
Sword flash! !
The red lightning flashed across, and those ferocious claws fell off, turning into countless cut blood bags, which quickly dried up, and thick blood flowed all over the ground!
The Eyeless Evil Dragon has a lot of claws, and another batch of leech dragon claws flew over, and the sword spirit dragon sank into the slowly dimming night after finishing that blow, until a new batch of claws flew towards Zhu Minglang When he was with the sword girl Bai Qin'an, the red lightning once again pierced the black curtain, and cut off those claws again with precision! !
Bai Qinan raised the gauze with his hands, and glanced at Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang also saw the appearance of this sword girl at this time, but she was younger than expected, probably in her early thirties, her cheeks were as white as snow, and although her appearance was not so delicate, it still gave people a very beautiful and generous feeling .
Bai Qinan slowly lowered his hand, allowing Lisha to cover his face again.
The incomparable talent of head Meng seems to be perfectly reflected in him.
There are not many people in the entire Miaoshan Sword Sect who can master the essentials of flying swords.
As expected of the son of the head of the sect, I have to admit that Zhu Minglang is a sword cultivator who hasn't been seen in a thousand years.
"Thank you, senior, for your guidance." Zhu Minglang smiled, maintaining the humility and respect that he should have.
"Flying sword school, the most outstanding one in our sect is Concubine Wen Ling. When you arrive at the Miaoshan Sword Sect, you can ask her for advice." Bai Qinan said.
Zhu Minglang scratched his head.
Concubine Wen Ling, this woman Zhu Minglang will never forget in this life!
Zhu Minglang has never been defeated since he came down from the mountain, but he suffered a big fall in the Miaoshan Sword Sect, and that person was Wen Mengru's sister, Concubine Wen Ling.
At that time, her cultivation base was unfathomable, and her sword state was excellent.
Now that so many years have passed, I don't know what level of female monster it is.
"Senior, this eyeless evil dragon is powerful, let's work together to eradicate it, so as not to cause trouble." Zhu Minglang said.
"Yes.\u001d" Bai Qinan nodded.
Such an evil thing cannot be let go no matter what!
"Baiqi!" Zhu Minglang opened the spirit domain, and summoned the Bingchen White Dragon, who was the middle king.
As soon as the Bingchen White Dragon came out, the thick blood was frozen and turned into hard blood clots. The white and sacred white dragon soared above the Beicheng, facing the evil Leech Dragon in the air!