Mo Yuheng was immersed in the surrounding world, sensing the invisible wind in the air.
Involuntarily changing the spiritual roots of his body into mutated wind spiritual roots, which is more suitable for comprehending wind spiritual energy.
The spring wind blows slowly, making you feel warm and comfortable, while the cold wind blows in in winter, making you shiver and reveal a chill all over your body.
A tornado roared violently and became more and more violent.
She is like a gust of wind, sometimes gentle and sometimes violent.
The wind is swift.
The meaning of the Swift Wind Sword Technique is to be swift and swift, as gentle as the wind and as violent as the wind.
"This is the true meaning of the Swift Wind Sword Art." He muttered to himself.
Mo Yuheng differentiated into a villain from the sea of consciousness, and successfully performed the drill in one go.
After finding the essence and getting started with the Swift Wind Sword Technique, there was another person like Mo Yuheng who had not practiced as well as her.
Then let him come out to practice first and take advantage of this short period of time to quickly master this set of sword techniques.
Seeing that Mo Yuheng had no intention of competing, Yichuan took the lead in the drill.
One sword stabbed out and the other sword detoured, the sword came out like rain, rapidly and carefully, coherently and skillfully, fully controlling the essence of it.
With the last move, he retracted his sword and put it behind his back.
I stopped and waited for the review very confidently.
"It's almost as good as getting started. I'll pass it one after another."
Fusang took a sip of tea and said calmly, without any intention of boasting.
Hearing such a simple comment, Yichuan became distraught and unwilling.
If you want to say something, just think about how you punched them back several steps before. Shut up and teach them enough. You don't want to do it again.
Wanting to take his anger out on others, he turned to point the finger at Mo Yuheng: "Smelly girl, you are the last one left, why are you afraid? You don't dare to come out to compete. I advise you to admit defeat as soon as possible to avoid embarrassment at home."
"Admit defeat?" Mo Yuheng looked sideways at the other party.
"If I don't admit defeat to you, what else can I do? You need to be self-aware."
Yichuan wanted to irritate Mo Yuheng and make her angry, which would affect the competition.
"Self-knowledge, ha! There is no such word as surrender in my place, Mo Yuheng." After saying that, there was no time to pay attention to the ugly expression on Yichuan's face at the moment.
He took out the flying sword from his storage bag and stabbed out as fast as the wind.
"Ride the wind."
"The breeze is coming."
"The wind blows in all directions."
"Wind and thunder."
"Winds and lingering clouds."
Every move he made was integrated, and the movement of his sword actually merged with his own.
With the violence of the wind and the gentleness of the wind.
The essence of it is so proficient that it seems to have a unique and interesting name.
The three people next to him stared wide-eyed.
Yichuan found it unbelievable and pointed at Mo Yuheng: "How could she reach this level of enlightenment next time? I clearly see that her sword power is only at 40%."
Xiaoyao rarely kept silent, and a flash of fierce jealousy flashed in his eyes.
why it's not me? Why?
The hands were clenched tightly and quietly hidden in the cuffs. There was a faint trace of blood flowing through and evaporating instantly.
Mo Jue's eyes were bright and he was full of cheers. He was not jealous at all because the other person was better than him.
It’s the icing on the cake.
It can be seen that he has a broad mind, and sometimes he feels very stubborn, and he still can't turn around without being hit.
Now I finally see the real version of myself, and I am slowly becoming more stable.
With a faint smile on his face, it's time to let it go, it's time to let it go.
The sect leader's eyes lit up and he nodded with satisfaction.
I didn't expect this girl to be so powerful. No wonder the junior brother spoke so highly of the girl.
Everything is reasonable and reasonable, don’t worry about Fusang’s approach.
Mo Yuheng didn't know the shock and expressions his practice brought to everyone.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, he stopped instantly.
Holding the hilt of the sword, the tip of the sword points towards the ground.
He saluted respectfully and lowered his eyelashes.
"The drill has been completed."
It’s clear who wins and who loses.
Fusang thought gently: "How do you know this essence?"
"Going back to Fusang's seat, the Swift Wind Sword Technique is about wind and the speed of a word. The only sword technique in the world is fast. As long as you are too fast, you can truly control this essence."
"Then why do you perform it so quickly? So skillfully."
"My little girl has been practicing sword practice for many years. It has been several years, and she still has some control over the sword."
"I see."
She is truly worthy of being the daughter of her junior sister. Her talent with the sword is so high that it even surpasses her mother.
Even he at that time couldn't control it so quickly.
Proficiency in swordsmanship is divided into four levels: Beginner, Minor, Dacheng, and Perfect.
And Mo Yuheng's first practice reached the point where it was almost complete.
Even when learning swordsmanship, there was no one to guide me, and I only used a set of basic swordsmanship to reach this point.
It can be seen that Mo Yuheng is so terrifying in his swordsmanship.
I don’t know if anyone in the world of Sumeru can be compared to him.
"You did a great job. You won this competition. From now on..."
"Wait a moment."
An excited voice interrupted Fuso's words.
Fusang raised his eyebrows and looked at Yichuan with an unhappy expression.
"roll."
No matter what, Yichuan must understand that even if it means death, he is unwilling to be persistent: "I just want to know why you chose him. I clearly know that you have met the requirements of the competition."
"You are just a beginner, but she is already a master. Your talent in swordsmanship is indeed very high, but you are arrogant and have evil intentions. Naturally, I will not accept you as my disciple."
Bad intentions.
arrogant.
I won’t accept you as my disciple.
These words kept swirling in his mind, and he would only be unwilling to give in.
Everyone has protected him and supported him since he was young, and they are the first to give him everything. He lives up to everyone's expectations and is the most powerful and top-notch one.
Even in this competition, regardless of cultivation or sword cultivation level, he was far inferior to the other three.
Yichuan's eyes were red and he was trembling with anger: "You are a role model..." You are not worthy at all.
Before these words could be uttered, my body felt severe pain and my head didn't respond.
The whole person flew out and fell heavily outside.
He turned sideways to cover the raging internal organs in his chest, and finally spit out a mouthful of blood.
Unwilling to do anything, he stared at Mo Yuheng fiercely.
Fuso was looking at everyone: "The competition is over, you two go back."
"Yes." Mo Jue and Xiaoyao didn't dare to make any sense or express their anger.
Unexpectedly, the angry Fusang Zhenjun would act recklessly against the juniors, not to mention that they were geniuses with single spiritual roots.
Regardless of whether it is a family or even a sect, they will treat them as treasures and will not even be willing to beat or scold them.
But Zhenjun Fusang has such strength and means that no one else dares to say a word.
But the elder Yishan outside Yichuan quit: "Sect Master, please give us an explanation. Let's come here and compete. I didn't expect that True Lord Fusang would dare to attack Shan Linggen Genius, and crown the junior with a crow." A false accusation, isn’t this going to destroy Yichuan?”
The anger in what he said came from an elder's defense of his younger generation.
(End of chapter)
