Luo Luoyi kept flashing, and the **** wolf's claws were avoided by him one by one.

I saw Luo Yi's range of movement was very small, almost in one step. He just escaped the blood eye wolf attack quickly through such a small range and high frequency movement.

"Good precision control!" Lin Xuan secretly exclaimed. Until now, Luo Yi had not made any mistakes. He almost attacked against the blood-eyed wolf. This step is very efficient, but it is also very dangerous. A mistake can cause serious injuries.

When Lin Linxuan thought of it, he only heard a stab, Luo Yi's clothes were cut out, and three bloodstains appeared on his chest immediately.

"Hum! Big waves!"

Luo Luoyi gave a cold snorting sound, and the sword changed suddenly, like a galloping river, more than turbulent.

The three-foot sword is wrapped in the blue spiritual power, and every wave of a sword is like the same wave. Luo Yi's three swords waved out in succession, the blue spiritual force raged in the air, and that violent force swept away.

Alas!

The blood-eyed wolf seemed to feel the danger, and the whole wolf fur stood up and flung to the side.

Huh!

Sui Nai's blood-eyed wolf was still one step slower. He was split in half by the sharp sword, and the blood was scattered all over the place.

"Luo Yi's swordsmanship is awesome!" Some members of the team cheered.

"I think the footwork is better." Someone asked enviously, "Brother Yi, your footwork was so handsome just now!"

Luo Luo Yi looked at the members of the battle team behind him and said, "Okay, arrange the wolves, and we will complete the next task."

Lin Xuan squatted in the grass, still remembering the kind of footwork just now.

That is not a special martial art, but a very deep level of footwork, combined with accurate calculations, only the scene just now.

"It's so subtle, I like it!" Lin Xuan was very heartfelt and planned to work in this direction.

"Look for Yinxing grass first." He didn't forget the purpose of coming out, packed his backpack, and he set off again.

Finally, in a mountain stream, Lin Xuan found three Yinxing grasses.

Lin Linxuan was overjoyed, immediately took out the wooden box from the backpack, picked one of the Yinxing grass, and put it into the wooden box.

"Oh, it's overcast grass!" Suddenly someone exclaimed behind him.

Chen Linxuan sank in his heart, picked another plant, put it in a wooden box, and then put away the wooden box. He left one out, and two were enough for him.

"Boy, put down the grass in your box!" The man scolded.

Gao Linxuan frowned and saw a boy with a square face standing in front of him, in a white robe, and a round meniscus embroidered on his sleeve.

"Shenweiwei people." Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow and sighed slowly.

"There is another plant there, just pick it." Lin Xuan said in a deep voice.

"One?" The young man sneered, "I want everything! You can also dare to grab the mission of the Divine Order, it's awful and crooked!"

"Sure enough, it's more domineering than expected." Lin Xuan shook his long sword in a handshake and said coldly, "Hurry up and leave you alone!"

"Oh, want to do it?" The disciple was arrogant, "Do you dare to do something to the gods!"

"Come, come! Let you know how good Master is." The disciple of Fanglian pulled out his sword and stabbed it with his sword.

"Yunshui swordsmanship!"

Although the square-faced disciples acted arrogantly, their shots were unambiguous. At the beginning, they were sharp swordsmanship, without the slightest meaning of Lin Xuan.

This sword technique is like a cloud drifting, and like a flowing water, it feels very soft, just like the hand of a lover, which makes people addicted.

Gao Linxuan was wary, and the disciples who could join the Divine Order all had two skills.

His hands are not flustered, very stable, this seems not a pair of teenagers' hands, because no teenager's hands can be so stable.

Lin Linxuan knew that this was thanks to his three-day practice of a sword technique, which was the flying star that day. Otherwise, he can't fight to that extent.

Raised his hand and issued a sword.

Lin Linxuan used the basic swordsmanship, no extra fancy, very simple, and very practical.

"Haha, I laughed to death!" The square-faced disciple laughed. "Simply use basic swordsmanship, and dare to fight against the prestige without the ability, it's too long!"

Wu Xuan Jianzong has strict rules, and no deaths can occur in the door, but out of Xuan Jianzong, no one can manage it, and no one can manage it.

"Thirteen swords in cloud and water, cloud light, clear water!"

The disciples on the square face split out two swords in a row, one sword was dazzling like Changhong, and the other was uncertain. Most people couldn't find it. However, this secret second sword is the real killing trick.

The smile on his disciple's face was as if he had seen Lin Xuan fall to the ground, begging for mercy.

But the next moment, the situation suddenly changed.

I saw that the black iron sword in the hands of Lin Xuan was like a black poisonous dragon, and quickly pierced two swords. The angles of the two swords were very special, just right

I resolved the offensive of Fanglian's disciples.

"What? This is impossible!" Fanglian disciples jumped. The two swords just now are the essence of Yunshui sword. One sword is bright, attracting enemy firepower, and the other is dark.

But Lin Xuan seemed to know in advance, and easily broke the two swords.

"Shit!" Fanglian disciples couldn't figure it out, but it all came down to luck.

"I see how long you can get lucky!" He looked pale, his sword slashed out, and the surrounding rocks, trees and trees were chopped off by him.

Lin Linxuan is not in a hurry, this Fanglian disciple has the same strength as him, and his sword skills are OK, which is just used to practice his hands. His basic swordsmanship and basic footwork have only been practiced separately, and have never been used to fight with others. UU reading book www.uukanshu.com is just trying it out now.

Unconsciously, Lin Xuan thought of Luo Yi's footwork not long ago, being agile, fast, efficient, and exciting.

"Try it." Lin Xuan suddenly stepped forward, preparing to practice that kind of footwork.

This move scared Fanglian's disciples, but when he found that Lin Xuan's attack frequency decreased and his footwork was always wrong, his face was full of sloppy smiles.

"I'm out of energy, so I can use it up! Let me die!" Above the sword, the silver sword shines, and there is an amazing power.

Gao Linxuan sighed. He had just found a little feeling. As a result, this disciple disciple was desperately trying hard. In desperation, he had to give up his practice.

He swayed his sword, and brought up a sword stalk, which stabbed the teenager's wrist like a lightning bolt.

Suddenly Manhan appeared, and a half-foot-long mouth appeared on the square-faced teenager's wrist, with blood flowing wildly.

Long sword slammed, fell to the ground, the boy with a square face covering his wrists, looked at Lin Xuan in horror.

"You, what do you want to do?" Fang Lian looked panic, "I warn you, I'm a man of Divine Order, don't mess around!"

Lin Linxuan didn't bother him, turned around and plucked the remaining Yinxing grass, put it in the box, and left.

Unexpectedly, the square-faced disciple quickly got up from the ground, quickly retreated, and after reaching a very safe distance, he shot a small golden arrow into the sky.

With a bang, the small arrow exploded in the air, forming a small golden sun, which was very noticeable.

"Boy, those who dare to bully the gods, you are dead!" Fanglian disciples shouted with a grimace.

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