Zhao Xun smiled slightly, and the Minghong Dao filled with endless awe-inspiring energy in his hand moved smoothly across a semicircle.
Canglang Sword Technique emphasizes taking advantage of the situation and adapting to circumstances, and does not emphasize fixed moves.
In response to different situations, Zhao Xun can make targeted adjustments.
This is consistent with the Shanzhang’s advocacy of teaching without discrimination.
He has been studying the Canglang Sword Technique these days. Although he has been promoted to the seventh level, he has never used it in actual combat, so he feels a little unsure.
We must know that there is a huge gap between theory and practice. Zhao Xun does not want to talk on paper and work behind closed doors.
As you practice the sword technique in this way, you will become an illusion.
Now that a mandrill was delivered to his door, Zhao Xun took the opportunity to practice his skills.
What Zhao Xun didn't expect was that this mandrill was more powerful than he thought.
Zhao Xun's sudden sword was easily dodged by Mandrill.
Zhao Xun was furious and used all his mighty energy to chase after him. At the same time, he summoned a white dragon to chase and intercept the mandrill.
The third senior brother Long Qingquan watching quietly had no intention of helping.
He believed that his junior brother could subdue this mandrill alone.
Unless it's extremely dangerous, or when his junior brother's life is in danger, he will basically not take action.
The Sixth Senior Brother and the Tenth Senior Brother also started the mode of watching movies and eating melons.
The mountain chief often told them that his junior brother was a spiritual genius who was rarely seen in thousands of years. Today they wanted to see what was so special about his junior brother.
As for Jia Xing and Wangcai, they couldn't help even if they wanted to.
Jia Xingnai was a top-notch martial artist, and there was a clear gap in strength between him and this mandrill. If he forced his way in at this moment, not only would it not be a help to Zhao Xun, it would probably become a drag.
Zhao Xun could have let go of his hands and feet to enjoy the big battlefield with the mandrill, but because of Jia Xing's entrance, he had to distract himself from taking care of Jia Xing.
Not to mention making money, he is simply powerless and a complete drag.
So they chose not to take action and watched from the sidelines, silently supporting Zhao Xun in their hearts.
Zhao Xun is actually very confident in his heart.
The feeling of seventh grade is indeed very different from that of first grade.
Let’s talk about the Confucian seventh-level sincerity realm. The essence of this realm is that you can recite poems and have some assistance based on the content of the recited poems.
For example, if Zhao Xun recited a poem about a knight, a knight would appear.
Zhao Xun recited the first line of Wu's Frontier Fortress poem, and a general appeared to help him.
However, the duration of the assistance is very short, at most it lasts only as long as burning incense.
"When you draw your bow, you should draw strength!"
Zhao Xun chanted casually.
The awe-inspiring aura in the sea of consciousness surged up over time and spurted out from the soul, forming an archer in a phantom state.
The archer was holding a huge golden bow in his hand, aiming at the mandrill and drawing it to full strength before releasing it with a squeaking sound.
But I saw a huge golden arrow whistling out of the wind, heading straight towards the mandrill.
How could Mandrill have expected that Zhao Xun had such a unique skill? Time was stunned.
In the flash of lightning, it jumped several times to avoid the arrows.
Compared with other ghosts and monsters, the mandrill's advantage is flexibility.
Living in the mountains and forests all year round has long allowed them to develop strong and flexible skills.
But at this moment, the mandrill's flexibility seemed to have turned into sluggishness. It moved half a beat slower, and the arrow followed it like a shadow. No matter which direction the mandrill fled, the arrow would follow closely.
puff!
But after hearing a muffled sound, the golden arrows shot directly into the back of the mandrill's spine, and the powerful Qi machine tore apart the muscles on the mandrill's back.
Haoran Qi was quickly injected from the wound, dispelling the sinister aura in the mandrill's body.
ah!
The mandrill let out a scream and then fell from the sky.
No one, not even a mandrill, could maintain balance in such conditions.
It fell down hard, and it was so smashed that stars appeared in front of its eyes.
The dragon arrived immediately and bit the unlucky guy fiercely.
Seeing that the mandrill had been subdued, Zhao Xun quickly stepped forward and placed the Minghong knife on the mandrill's neck.
"Tell me, do you have any accomplices?"
Zhao Xun first needs to determine whether Mandrill committed the crime alone or in a gang.
If it's the former, then you're done.
If it's the latter, it shouldn't be taken lightly.
"It's just me...hiss..."
The white dragon tore off a whole piece of flesh from the mandrill's body, and the mandrill bared its teeth and rolled in pain.
Zhao Xun signaled Jiaolong not to exert force yet.
The spirit beast understood what Zhao Xun meant and immediately relaxed.
"Why did you attack the villagers of Taoyuan Village?"
"For... to eat flesh and drink blood."
Mandrill knew that he was unlucky to meet an expert. This person was far stronger than him. He was also blessed with powerful magic weapons and ferocious spiritual beasts. He had no chance of escaping and could only tell the truth.
Zhao Xun frowned.
This guy is really honest.
"Don't mandrills not eat people?"
"I accidentally tasted the flesh and blood of a man who went up the mountain to collect herbs. It was very delicious, and I couldn't stop it from then on."
When the mandrill said this, saliva flowed out of the corners of its mouth instinctively, and its eyes revealed an extremely greedy look.
"That being the case, there's nothing more to say."
"If you eat someone, you have to pay the price."
Zhao Xun held the Minghong Sword and quickly slashed across the mandrill's neck.
Mandrills have thick scales and horns attached to their necks, making it difficult for sharp weapons to hurt them. However, the Minghong knife in Zhao Xun's hand is a divine weapon, and with the blessing of Haoran Qi, he can easily cut open the mandrill's neck. , slit its throat.
Uh, uh...
Mandrill's eyes were full of surprise and unwillingness.
Zhao Xun did not give it a chance to say his last words, but took advantage of the situation and cut off its head directly.
Green blood spurted out from the mandrill's neck and splashed all over Zhao Xun.
Zhao Xun frowned, thinking that his fine clothes had to be washed again, but this was Zhou Yicheng's business, Zhao Xun only needed to hand over the clothes to Qingyunyi's postmen.
The academy youth group who had been eating melon walked forward slowly.
Third senior brother Long Qingquan clapped his hands and applauded: "My martial arts skills are becoming more and more exquisite now. It's just that I still need to hone my fighting skills. In time, I will become a great weapon."
In Long Qingquan's view, Zhao Xun was not a born martial arts wizard, otherwise he wouldn't have had to cleanse himself to enter the martial arts system.
But Zhao Xun's own Quxing physique gives him a strong learning ability.
What is even more powerful about Zhao Xun is his ability to integrate martial arts, cultivation, and Taoism.
In this case, the three major systems of skills are integrated, and Zhao Xun is able to learn from each other's strengths and make up for his weaknesses, without any shortcomings at all.
Facts have proven that practitioners who have no shortcomings in actual combat are very powerful.
This mandrill is said to have the strength of a seventh-level practitioner, but Zhao Xun of the same level cannot hold on to the incense for as long as he can.
The strength of the third cultivator is terrifying.
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