Jun Huantian broke the first layer of formation once again, stood still and was about to continue, but was taken aback for a moment, "Even though he had an epiphany?"
The woman danced a sword like no one at the top of the grass slope, dancing in the wind, graceful, like a fairy in the moon palace, dancing turned out to be his swordsmanship.
When did she steal his swordsmanship? Could it be that just now, under his tricks, she had already learned it, and realized it in such a short period of time
She quickly connected his scattered moves into one, as if it were his first level of swordsmanship for drawing the dragon sword art.
And he saw at the same time that a huge aura group was gathering on the woman's head. Enlightenment is usually a sign of advancement, and the concentration of the aura group is so large that if it is based on the sixth level of refining, it may be able to break through to concentration in one fell swoop. Time is up.
Of course, what happened next caused Jun Huantian to almost dislocate his jaw.
I saw that after the aura became saturated, it suddenly poured down, and the woman had already swung the sword to become utterly ecstatic. Under such a situation of epiphany, she should have absorbed all the aura of her descending body.
However, he watched the large group of spiritual energy fall on the woman, but he poured a basin of water like a pocket on his head. After soaking her body, it flowed in all directions and penetrated into the ground under her feet.
The cultivation base has indeed improved, the seventh level of Qi refining.
Jun Huantian's eyes twitched, his understanding is excellent, but what kind of physique is this? He has seen countless untalented people, and he has never seen a body that can't even pour the spirit energy into it.
As for Mo Ye, she didn't feel any strangeness at all. She was already excited to improve her cultivation level. The sword in her hand danced faster and faster, and the silver sword light formed a light group around her, like dancing under the moon.
Jun Huantian didn't rush forward. He wanted to see what kind of talent the woman has for comprehension. She was completely forgetful at the moment, but the sword skills she learned were not complete.
After the end of the first level of swordsmanship, the first move of the second level of swordsmanship must be used. Otherwise, she would dance this high-level swordsmanship during a refining period and suddenly lose the guidance of the sword continuation. Falling in midair, immortal and crippled.
Mo Ye also had a feeling of coming to a stranger, but she was already a bit unable to hold it, just like running fast, if there is no buffer to stop suddenly, then the inertia will definitely throw her out, smashing her head and bleeding.
Of course, what if you haven't learned to close the trend? She can make her own!
Near the last move, Mo Ye suddenly twisted his body, swung his sword backwards, twisted his waist and swept the sword at a weird angle, breaking the power!
Successfully closed!
But she couldn't move her body with only a click.
What kind of body is this? Mo Ye wanted to cry without tears, she forgot to consider the flexibility of Mo'er's broken body, just such a simple posture... Why did she flash her waist? !
"Ha..." Jun Huantian couldn't help but smile, and then couldn't help but smile, looking up to the sky and laughing, sounding like a bell.
Mo Ye supported her body with a sword, smashed her waist hard, looked at the evil star who laughed loudly at her, a burst of anger rose, and said with hatred: "What is a laugh?! There is a kind of you." come?!"
Jun Huantian stopped smiling, waved through all the eyes, stepped forward, and saw that she was about to run away, and grabbed the back collar of her dress.
An icy voice with a gloomy smile was enough to make the scalp tighten. "Before, when I broke through the retreat, I was disturbed by someone, and my spirit was about to burst..."
"You don't need to thank me, that's what I should do." Mo Ye paused and struggled.
With a sneer, Mo Ye's dress that could be called a low-level magic weapon was actually vulnerable in Jun Huantian's hands. Shengsheng was torn off the second half, revealing Saixue's skin and slender waist.
Mo Ye hurriedly picked up the cloth on his chest that he wanted to fall off, turned his head, holding a mortal mood, and cursed: "Are you sick?! Take medicine if you are sick! Kill if you want to kill, or kill if you want to kill. What are you talking about?!"
Jun Huantian grabbed Mo Ye by the neck, almost lifted her up, killing her in awe, "Say! Who is your furnace? I have a realm of cultivation, who have you given it?!"