After this struggle, Cheng Huan only felt that the martial arts he had learned from the murals before and the swordsmanship he was now practicing in the cave had been completely fused.

It seems that these two martial arts should originally be of the same sect, so there can be such a good fit.

After putting away the Guiyuan Five Elements Pill, Cheng Huan walked into the cave where the Guiyuan Five Elements Beast appeared.

As soon as Fang stepped into the cave, Cheng Huan felt dizzy in front of him.

A long and narrow corridor was laid behind the entrance of the cave, and the narrow corridor stretched straight down, and at the end was a dusty heavy wooden door.

Wasn't this the scene she had seen when she entered the cave earlier?

After settling down, Cheng Huan looked at it carefully.

Although the two corridors are very similar, the subtleties are slightly different.

The mural that Cheng Huan had seen earlier was on the left, and on the right was a long history engraved with strange symbols.

However, the mural has been moved to the right side of this road, and the left side has become a blank piece, as if waiting for the latecomer to write this blank space completely.

Cheng Huan didn't have time to pay attention to those, and at this time she was already obsessed with the beautiful murals.

The mural depicts the same woman from before.

At this time, there was already a long sword in the woman's jade hand.

The enchanting and graceful posture of the woman on the mural is also vividly highlighted at this time.

Although she is dancing with a sword, it is more like dancing. The soft and colorful body curves, combined with the long sword in his hand, have no abrupt feeling at all.

Man and sword seem to have been invisibly fused into one, a wisp of ethereal and charming green smoke between the heavens and the earth.

Probably the most profound swordsmanship, is such a realm of human and sword unity.

There is a sword in the man, and there is a man in the sword, and at the same time, the woman's softness and grace are undoubtedly revealed.

The woman's cultivation of swordsmanship has reached this point, and it is a great achievement to think about it.

Cheng Huan did not hesitate, and the long sword in his hand danced with the woman in the mural.

One move and one style, full of another resolute but soft posture.

Cheng Huan's already gorgeous and peerless face became more and more transcendent at this moment, like a fairy with a pure heart and few desires in the deep palace above the Nine Heavens.

With a stab and a stir, countless sword flowers flew out of Chenghuan's long sword.

It is not an exaggeration to describe the swordsmanship of the rare guest Chenghuan with the words "sword like a flying phoenix".

According to the situation of blasting open the wooden door before, Cheng Huanhao's wrist flew up, and the long sword in his hand slashed towards the wooden door.

Back and forth, I saw that the wooden door suddenly shattered into several pieces and collapsed to the ground.

What Cheng Huan didn't expect was that this time in the cave behind the wooden door, there was not a deathly silence.

At the moment when the wooden door collapsed, rows of "people" with pale faces and stiff movements, dressed in blue cloth shirts from ancient times, appeared behind the wooden door.

Cheng Huan only felt that her scalp was numb for a while, if she didn't guess wrong, the neat row of "people" in front of her should be zongzi.

The hand holding the long sword tightened, and Cheng Huan was glad that his talent was extremely high, but he was able to integrate the content on the mural in three or five hours.

If she waited until the wooden door was opened before she practiced slowly, she was afraid that the row of zongzi in front of her would not be something she could deal with now.

After all, in this space, spells are completely ineffective.

Except for the spirit beast that he had just encountered, he had extracted the essence of the spell from his body.

Cheng Huan went all the way down, and all he practiced was traditional sword moves and martial arts.

After settling down, Cheng Huan held a long sword and pressed towards the row of zongzi.

Just when Cheng Huan attacked, the row of zongzi also changed their shapes, moving left and right as if they were forming a formation.

Although the spiritual power can't be used, the speed of Chenghuan is still there.

The trick of preemptive strike, Cheng Huan naturally understands.

Seeing that the Zongzi were stiffly forming in formation, Cheng Huan's finger long sword pressed over, and Hao's wrist had already stabbed out a sharp sword.

Since it is a preemptive strike, it is inevitable to disrupt the opponent's formation first.

The long sword, which has been poured with new power, seems to have the effect of sharpening iron like clay at this moment.

I saw that Cheng Huan's long sword waved, and the zombie that the tip of the sword had reached had already fallen to the ground, and a pale head was separated from the stiff body in an instant.

All of a sudden, a low roar came from the mouth of the row of zongzi.

If it were to be changed to usual, such a gloomy and sympathetic voice, Cheng Huan himself would definitely shudder when he heard it.

But now she obviously didn't have much of the mind to care about those, and the zombie guards who looked like they were no more than seven or five appeared, and after separating out of the formation, there were obviously twenty or so of them.

It seems that her speed needs to be increased a little more, otherwise if she only loses one or two, it will not affect the operation of their formation.

Thinking like this, the long sword in Cheng Huan's hand did not stop.

Just an inch behind the wooden door, the long sword in Cheng Huan's hand with a sued face flew up, and when it fell, it rolled down one by one and the pale heads fell to his feet.

However, no matter how hard Cheng Huan struggled, there were more and more pale and terrifying heads under his feet, and the number of zongzi seemed to always increase, and there was no sign of decreasing.

This up and down, Cheng Huan's heart was enlightened.

It seems that the spell of this group of zongzi knots is not used for attack, but to copy the zombie army of their own side without limit, so that the opponent will die of exhaustion in the end.

Knowing the subtlety of this formation in his heart, Cheng Huan was no longer in a hurry to attack, but withdrew his long sword and took a few steps back.

Since it is a formation, there must be a formation of eyes.

As long as you see which one of these zongzi is the copied body, killing him should be able to relieve the trouble.

While thinking, Cheng Huan stared closely at the zombie army inside the door.

That's him!

Splashing ink pupils was magnificent, and Cheng Huan flew to the edge of the corner.

The long sword in his hand flashed coldly, and when the sword in his hand fell, the zongzi in front of him, who was obviously not so stiff, fell to the ground with a "poof".

And at Cheng Huan's feet is a miserable white head with a little luster in its pupils.

In an instant, another mournful wail erupted from the zombie army.

Cheng Huan looked intently, and sure enough, the number of zongzi was not increasing.

The long sword in his hand seemed to be infused with new power, and several sword flowers danced out one after another, slashing towards the remaining zombie army.

The exquisite swordsmanship that he had just learned was actually used to kill a bunch of zongzi in front of him.

A sword light swayed behind the wooden door, but Cheng Huan's pair of ink-splashed pupils gradually shone brightly.

I didn't expect the swordsmanship on the mural, and there is another subtlety.

Each sword move is tailor-made for women, and between stabs, slashes, and pressures, all aspects of the weakness of the woman's body structure are completely taken into account.

In the face of the zongzi that had grown to more than thirty in front of him, Cheng Huan's sword moves looked sharp and sharp, but in fact, they didn't consume too much of Cheng Huan's own body.

After a burst of slashing, except that the long sword was too heavy and his wrist was slightly sore.

Cheng Huan's energy felt like it was increasing unabated.

Looking at the miserable white heads and stiff bodies that had been piled up under his feet, Cheng Huan let out a long breath of relief.

It's no wonder that the previous group of people didn't break in, and the arrival and they were all men, and it had a lot to do with not being able to practice the exquisite martial arts on the murals.