Under the command of Ziluo, the big snake attacked first, with a large mouth in the blood basin, and more than a dozen sand bombs condensed from sand and dust swept towards it at great speed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Whoosh~~

I heard a sound of breaking the air, and the sand bombs blinked in front of me.

Mu Fan immediately raised the purple spirit to fight: "The rising sun!" made a few moves to rise in the east, resisting a part, and then Mu Fan quickly retreated, and then jumped up, dissolving the remaining sand bombs in all directions.

The sand bomb was broken, the big snake did not hesitate, the snake tail flung heavily, if he was hit by this snake tail, Mu Fan had no doubt that he would fall apart, but he now had no way to resist this blow: "That's right! Since he just said that he wanted to defeat this snake, he didn't say what means to use!

Mu Fan had an idea, and once again used Zhuo Han's sword momentum, although it was only a shape, but this was his soul world, in fact, as long as his mind was enough, he was the strongest here.

Zhuo Han's sword momentum directly forced back the tail of the giant snake, and the next moment, the purple sword in Mu Fan's hand burst out again: "Tianyuan sword momentum?"

With a finger from the tip of the sword, a terrifying sword aura swirled out, splitting the giant snake into two pieces and dissipating into nothingness.

"It's not hopelessly stupid, and you know how to use other people's moves. Seeing this, Ziluo's eyes softened.

"Although I have defeated this giant snake, I have not improved much in swordsmanship, and in reality, it is impossible for me to have this kind of power, nor can I use Master Zhuo's Tianyuan sword momentum. Although he defeated the giant snake, Mu Fan was not happy.

"But now there is no time, practice a few more times, with your current swordsmanship, it is more than enough to deal with a few young people in the Mu family, but I don't know what the strength of the Mu Tianlong in your family is, it must be similar to the strength of the sand man I just condensed, and it is quite difficult for you to defeat him. Zi Luo frowned.

"You're right, so I'd like to challenge the Sand Man again. Mu Fan pleaded.

Zi Luo replied solemnly: "Okay, yes, but you can't use other people's martial arts anymore, otherwise it won't be good for you at all." ”

Then the index finger pointed to the ground, and with a soft incantation, the sandman who had just defeated Mu Fan reappeared.

As soon as he appeared, he swung a sand sword and stabbed at him, not giving Mu Fan a chance to react at all.

Fighting again, Mu Fan asked for close to perfection for every sword shot this time, and this did work wonders, and the sand man would never be able to take advantage of it for a while.

"Well, it seems that you still have some understanding, but that alone is not enough. Seeing Mu Fan's progress with his own eyes, Zi Luo was still very happy in his heart, but he still said seriously, and then his index finger swung slightly, and the swordsman's swordsmanship became more powerful, and the sword moves used and the angle of the sword were very exquisite, just two or three moves, Mu Fan fell behind again.

"Damn, it's also a flame mark sword technique, why can this sandman use it so exquisitely?" Falling into the wind again, Mu Fan was unwilling, and after a deep groan, the sword shrank back, and at the moment when the tip of the sandman's sword lost its strength, he advanced forward again, this move was the move that the sandman had just defeated him.

"Changhong is accustomed to the sun!" A sword like a dragon rushed straight into the sandman's chest, and around the sword body, countless sword qi was generated at the same time, disrupting the sandman's defense.

However, the sandman was not completely defended like Mu Fan, and after resisting a few important sword qi, he immediately swung his sword and attacked in the same way.

"Okay, it's now!" Mu Fan rolled his eyes, jumped up, and used the two moves of the sun and the rising sun at the same time, blasting towards the sandman.

But the sandman seemed to see through what Mu Fan was thinking, and after cracking the first move, he immediately dodged the two consecutive attacks on his hind legs.

"If you think that this is my last move, then you are very wrong! Changhong is used to the sun!" At the moment when the sandman retreated, the tip of Mu Fan's sword had already pierced into the sandman's body, only to see a burst of sand and dust dissipate, and the sandman disappeared without a trace.

Bang Bang ~~~

Seeing this, Ziluo, who has always infinitely hit Mu Fan, clapped his hands: "Yes, these three consecutive moves, they are used well, the first combo allows the enemy to only have room for reluctantly backhanding, and the second combo is only to confuse the enemy, the most important thing is the last stab, worthy of my little brother, the understanding is still not bad, haha!"

"I'm just a whim, the way of swordsmanship should lie in being fast, as long as you attack the enemy quickly and continuously, the enemy will always show flaws. Mu Fan said.

"You can't say wrong, but it's not completely right, although the fast sword can make it difficult for the enemy of the initiate to parry, but when you encounter a real opponent who is a strong cultivator, you can break your sword moves with a casual blow, and your swordsmanship is subtle, but also a waste, so fast at the same time, you must pay attention to maximizing the limited strength, the most basic swordsmanship points, exquisite, fast, accurate, ruthless, now in your soul world is barely fast, if you go out, your sword speed can not be so fast, because of the cultivation limit, your yuan power, it is difficult to support a large number of combos, but everything can only be slow, now you match these combos, with your own reaction speed, and then practice。 After Zi Luo finished analyzing, he waved his right hand, and two sand men appeared in front of Mu Fan's eyes: "One sand man, you can deal with it enough, then try two." ”

"Yes. After Mu Fan nodded, he swung his sword first, since he paid attention to fast words, then he had to take the lead in swords.

This time the confrontation, without the ease just now, the two sand men dissolved Mu Fan's first move, and then the second hand counterattacked, and Mu Fan was defeated and retreated, the same method could not be used twice, Mu Fan could only be in defeat, his thoughts were flying, thinking about the way to deal with it, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, Mu Fan thought of a method: "By the way, since the sword moves can be used together, can the sword moves be fused with each other and become a new sword move?"

Thinking of it, Mu Fan retreated violently, Changhong came out again and stabbed at the sand man on his left hand, and the sand man on the left also stabbed with the same move, and the sand man on the right hand hit Mu Fan on the other side.

When Mu Fan's sword was about to stab the sand man on the left hand, Mu Fan suddenly changed his move, the sword edge turned sharply, swinging from left to right, and a round sword qi burst out, which was the horizontal rising sun.

When the sword qi of the horizontal rising sun slashed towards the sand man on the right hand, Mu Fan returned his sword again, blocking the attack of the sand man on the left hand, and then his mind moved, a large amount of yuan force was injected, and the light of the purple sword burst out: "This sword is made by me by fusing three moves, called Falling Sun!"

After the tip of the sword picked up the sand man's sand sword, Mu Fan's sword tip was lifted, and it reached the top of the sand man, and then a purple sword shadow fell, and three sword moves could be vaguely seen in the sword shadow.

"Yo, it's not bad, keep up the good work. Ziluo rarely praised Mu Fan, and then with a move of his little hand, there were two more sand men, and now Mu Fan has to face a total of three sand people.

Seeing the three sand men, Mu Fan was in a cold sweat, but he could only bite the bullet: "I'll go, you're going to play me to death." ”

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When the last second passed, the last sandman fell to the ground and returned to his original state.

Zi Luo raised his head, then looked at Mu Fan, who was already tired and did not look like a man, and said: "The time is almost up, and your swordsmanship is almost there, although this is the soul realm, but you can defeat the three sand people, and the swordsmanship is already slightly basic, presumably there is no big problem in dealing with the real cultivator of the Ning Yuan Eight Heavens." We should also leave, believing that in ten minutes, your clan should be only half of the past. ”

Taking the purple spirit sword back, Mu Fan took a breath, and then replied, "Well, let's go, I hope it's too late." ”

Closing his eyes, Mu Fan said in his heart: "Xinlan, wait for me, I'm here!"