It is this feeling, ten times the gathering of spirits, coupled with the advantage of her innate Nine Clear Body, her fingertips are pinched and moved, but in a single move, Yue Xiaohuan is already crazy to absorb enough aura here!

It turns out that people's potential is forced out, and at this time, Yue Xiaohuan just wants to be faster, faster, and dance the frightening sword in his hand!

"Bang-"

It was still the first fall of the three falls of the gimbal, and after the successful fall, Yue Xiaohuan's feet were empty, and he fell to the ground violently. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The absorption and refining speed of spiritual power still failed to catch up with this second fall, and it failed again.

Yue Xiaohuan was prostrate on the ground, her petite body was like a withered maple leaf, without the slightest agility and elegance from before, it seemed that this fall was not light, Lu Yingzhong on the side saw her miserable appearance, raised her hand and was ready to send a spiritual power to drag Yue Xiaohuan, but she didn't expect this girl, and in a blink of an eye, she took out a talisman and pasted it on herself.

"Come again!"

As soon as the wind talisman fell on her body, Yue Xiaohuan's only remaining physical strength was completely stimulated, she had to stand up, urged the star tears with one hand, and gathered the spirit in a blink of an eye, and the dry meridians poured into the rich aura again, Yue Xiaohuan closed her eyes and concentrated, pinched a meditation trick, that is, she quickly refined a trace of spiritual power.

In the next moment, she was full of energy again, holding the wind in her hand, and almost desperately began to urge all the spiritual power in her body to continue to play the sword style of the cloud platform three falls.

But this situation has not been improved, after Yue Xiaohuan's first fall, he was weak again, and he was about to fall to the ground.

"Xiao Huan! You don't have to be in such a hurry to master the Xuantian Sword, we still have time! ”

Lu Yingzhong finally couldn't stand it anymore, and a spiritual power pierced the void and dragged Yue Xiaohuan's crumbling body.

But he didn't expect that this girl who had always been obedient and well-behaved, but today she had changed her temperament, her eyes shone with a fierceness, she raised her little face, and there was a bright smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she had no intention of giving up.

Lu Yingzhong hadn't finished speaking, but in the blink of an eye, he saw Yue Xiaohuan take out a wind talisman and quickly put it on his body.

"Master, don't worry about me, I must learn this first-style Xuantian Sword today, come again!"

Yuntai Sanluo pays attention to the superposition of the sword qi of the three falling swords, these three swords are magnificent and domineering, and the upright swordsmanship also leads to the first move of the Xuantian Sword is easy to be dodged by those who are agile. However, this has also achieved the prestige of the three falls of the Yuntai, the blade does not see blood, and the qi can break the bones, and now if Yue Xiaohuan can only hit one fall, this swordsmanship will naturally lose the power it should have!

Thinking of this, how could Yue Xiaohuan not be in a hurry?

You must know that before she was like a painter with a severed hand, she had a good brain of good mountains and rivers, but she was unable to make this beautiful picture of the landscape, and now she is finally able to draw qi into the body, stepping into the door of cultivation, with a sword in her hand, as if a bird that has been shackled for a long time has finally been released into the sky, how can she stop!

"Bang-"

The little figure is so tireless in the maple forest, spreading the gimbal again and again, and then prostrating and falling to the ground again and again.

But even though the palm of her hand has been worn out and bleeding, and the feeling of fatigue makes her feel like ten thousand needles in her body every time she moves, stabbed by the muscles and bones, this petite person seems to have inexhaustible energy, standing up from the dust again and again, urging the star tears, and pinching it with one hand.

"Come again!"

I don't know how many times the spiritual power has been overdrawn by her, such a monk who is desperately practicing sword duel, Lu Yingzhong has really never seen it, he frowned and looked at the villain who fell and got up, and his heart was distressed, and he raised his hand several times, and slowly put it down.

He can see it, if she doesn't want to stop, no matter how she stops it, it won't work, this month Xiaohuan is really stubborn, now that I think about it, Fu Xingyun taught her like that, most of it was because she knew that she was looking for abuse like this.

"Bang-"

The little man fell to the ground like mud, and her white clothes were already tattered at this time, and the placket was covered with mud, and she couldn't see the original color at all.

This time she didn't immediately get up again to recuperate, but just lay a little calmly on the cold wasteland, quiet as a corpse.

Lu Yingzhong saw that Yue Xiaohuan fell to the ground and didn't move anymore, his face sank and he stepped forward, and he was going to drag the scarred girl up with one hand.

It seems that she finally stopped, it was still sunrise when she came here, and now it is already a little above the moon, Lu Yingzhong can't help but sweat for this month Xiaohuan,

Unknowingly, she was able to practice with such a high intensity for a whole day, if it weren't for the fact that she had such an anti-heaven treasure as Star Tears in her body, and she had taken a Tianyuan Pill before to nourish her flesh and bones, otherwise Yue Xiaohuan would have died because of the exhaustion of spiritual power!

"Master, I understand...... I can't catch up with the rhythm of the sword in sections, but I can slow down the speed of the entire sword style of this gimbal three falls! ”

Before his hand touched Yue Xiaohuan's body, Lu Yingzhong was interrupted by her cold words.

The hazy moonlight reflected on Yue Xiaohuan's tired face, she slowly opened her eyes, there was no tiredness in her eyes, and she was radiant!

After pinching the sword countless times, swinging the sword and slashing the wind countless times, Yue Xiaohuan finally found the Xuantian swordsmanship that suited him at the moment before he fell!

"Let me try one last time!"

Yue Xiaohuan touched the star tears on her thumb, and the spirits of heaven and earth gathered again, but she had already replenished the spiritual power in her body after ten breaths, it seemed that this day she continued to urge the spiritual power to deplete, and constantly introduced qi into the body, which made Yue Xiaohuan's qi refining speed more and more proficient.

Yue Xiaohuan closed her eyes for ten breaths, and then opened her eyes, her eyes full of determination.

With a sword in one hand, and under Yuehua in the other, he methodically pinched the Xuantian Sword Duel.

In an instant, the spiritual power poured out, and this time, she carried the Storm Sword and no longer hit the Yuntai Sanluo as quickly as before, but adjusted her steps, slowed down the movements in her hands, and did not move an inch to silently grasp the rhythm of the sword duel in her heart.

The first fall, as soon as the frightening wind arrives, the air enters the maple forest, and the trees sway, as if the waves are roaring! 、

At this time, Yue Xiaohuan's body slowed down, the star tears in her hands were urged, and her face was Gujing Wubo, but in the blink of an eye, the sword in her hand was a turn,

The second fall, the clouds open and see the moon, the blade flows cold light, and the sword aura strikes, shocking!

She succeeded! Lu Yingzhong has never seen a person who plays the Xuantian swordsmanship in such a way, slow but calm, soft but tenacious, there are thousands of swordsmanship in the world, but they are all created by others, although they are orderly and powerful, but this person who uses the sword, only by exploring his own swordsmanship, is the true avenue that the sword cultivator seeks.

After the second fall of the cloud platform, the figure under the moon did not stop, only to see that between her eyes and contemplation and breathing this time, she had already re-stored her soul, and her hand was sealed, and the third fall was coming under this vast night!

The cloud platform falls three times, the three falls are one, and the mountains and rivers are pulled out!

Lu Yingzhong's eyes reflected Yue Xiaohuan's figure, and she couldn't help but be shocked in her heart, it seems that she has found her own sword world!

Now this amazing posture is like a milk swallow becoming a phoenix!

Once upon a time, Yue Xiaohuan couldn't speak, his feet couldn't be fast, he was stupid, none of them came out, like a young bird that fell on this Tianling Mountain, he was born without spreading his wings, not flying or singing, but Lu Yingzhong already knew that this bird, although it did not fly, it would fly to the sky, and although there was no song, it would be amazing! (To be continued.) )