The waves crash against the pitch-black reef.

The air is filled with the smell of sea salt.

There was a fortress in the darkness, and in the deepest part of the fortress sat a man in a black robe.

The man was dressed in a black robe.

The face under the hood is as white as white jade.

His eyes were as blue as the water of a lake.

On the edge of the throne stood a maiden.

The girl is Qi bangs.

The skin is tender and fair, and the cheeks are slightly fat.

Under the bangs is a pair of big eyes that are full and watery.

Wearing a tight-fitting silk robe.

outlining her proud and qualitative rock curves, with a large round neck open on her chest, revealing a plump and straight chest like a pair of jade rabbits, and the seductive ravine.

The girl was respectfully holding a tablet, standing in front of the man on the throne.

The man looked at the picture on the computer.

The sword corpse that was entangled by the sword qi and Murong Xiaoxiao, who was covered in purple light.

The sword qi was too powerful, and even Murong Xiaoxiao's falling cherry blossoms couldn't fully deal with it.

On the contrary, the physical exertion brought by the falling cherry blossoms made Murong Xiaoxiao a little overwhelmed.

She fell to her knees on one knee.

The sword supported itself.

Gasp.

Sweaty.

"Will you transmit the sound into the secret? ”

The man asked.

One hand propped up his head.

It's like watching a show.

"My master ......."

Yan Wuqing said on the other end of the phone.

"Do as I say. ”

The man said.

"Murong Xiaoxiao........." Ling Jian stepped forward.

"Don't!" Murong Xiaoxiao roared angrily.

Broken hair because sweat sticks to the face.

The physical strength can no longer support the weight of the falling cherry blossoms.

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, but the sword corpse wrapped in the sword qi is not chaotic.

"Damn ........."

At this moment, the sword corpse was no longer Bai Yumo, but a monster ruled by killing intent.

"Can you hear me? Murong Xiaoxiao?"

The man's voice came from his ears.

Murong Xiaoxiao looked into the distance, but she couldn't even see the person who spoke.

"Who are you?" Murong Xiaoxiao asked softly, but Yan Wuqing also heard it very clearly.

"I'm Yan Wuqing........ My master asked me to talk to you through voice transmission?"

"Your master?"

"Sword Venerable Hu Yanshuo. ”

Murong Xiaoxiao was taken aback, this name has been heard of by those who practice swords.

Sword Sect head Sword Venerable.

The Venerable of the Sword, becoming one of his disciples is the ultimate dream of all swordsmen.

"I'm doing what I say. Yan Wuqing said.

"Okay........." Murong Xiaoxiao said.

Pitch-black sword qi surged up.

It's like a black tide.

Murong Xiaoxiao no longer has the physical strength to urge Luo Ying to defend.

"Relax your shoulders. ”

The man sat on his throne and looked at the screen in front of him.

Yan Wuqing passed his words to Murong Xiaoxiao.

Murong Xiaoxiao According to what he said, the sword body had already begun to be extremely light.

The cold light floats like water.

"Take a deep breath and mobilize the internal force to ........ in the waist"

Murong Xiaoxiao did as he said.

I just feel the lightness of my body.

The long sword in his hand also seemed to merge with himself.

It was like being a part of her body, she had never felt like this, she was so light when she used the sword, and the swordsmanship she had learned suddenly flooded into her mind like a biological instinct.

The long sword spun, and the cold light sword shadow swirled and spread out in front of him.

Think of it as a circle of light.

The moment the pitch-black sword qi approached the aperture, it instantly became thinner, as if it had been cut off a layer.

"It's so beautiful!"

Bai Yulin looked at Murong Xiaoxiao's swordsmanship, it was so changeable, for a person who used a sword, the move just now was like a move in Go that changed the battle situation, which was fascinating and amazing.

"Use force on the waist and use the Jade Immortal Sword Technique Ninth Style to stab directly. ”

Yan Wuqing said.

Repeating Hu Yanshuo's words.

Murong Xiaoxiao also did the same.

Waist strain.

Take a step forward and follow the sound of a crisp wave.

The cold light pierced like lightning.

The dazzling light pierced the sword qi in front of him.

The blade of the sword shook rapidly, like a swimming dragon out of the water.

The sword qi in front of him was arranged in half.

The sharp blade of the sword stabbed straight in.

The piercing murderous intent that followed.

The sword corpse was quick to react as well.

The longsword drew a huge circle of light in the air.

Each blocked the stabbing blades.

"Bell!"

Sparks fly.

At this moment, Murong Xiaoxiao instantly felt a whole soreness in her forearm.

"Elbow force, not arm force. ”

Yan Wuqing repeated Hu Yanshuo's words again.

"Now flip your wrist and do a horizontal slash. ”

Yan Wuqing said.

Murong Xiaoxiao did so.

Wrist strain.

The sword swirled exaggeratedly in the air.

Murong Xiaoxiao caught the long sword from the other side.

The shadow of the sword sweeps.

Slashed at the sword corpse from the side.

The sword corpse reacted quickly.

A sword lifter, blocking the sweeping sword with a blade close to the hilt.

The sword corpse obviously felt that it couldn't keep up with Murong Xiaoxiao's speed.

Murong Xiaoxiao's swordsmanship is becoming more and more mature, more and more changeable, it is like a different one.

Replace it with an experienced swordsman.