"Second grade high-level!"

Xiao Yu sighed secretly, secretly clenched the blood sword in his hand, and slowly spit out a light sigh as if he was groaning: "In this case, in terms of the grade of the exercises, I am afraid that I am no longer weaker than some of my peers......"

"Hehe......" Huang Ji Jian's somewhat playful voice came out: "Boy, not only is it not weaker, I'm afraid it is a lot more than that, how can you feel the wonder of this sword trick now? ”

No longer paying attention to the sword spirit's muttering, Xiao Yu's heart moved, and suddenly all his spiritual power poured into the blood wave cloud turning sword. Vaguely, he seemed to feel that in this blood sword, there was a strange fluctuation that was vague but indeed existed

"There must be something wrong with this!"

After practicing the Yan Sword Technique, Xiao Yu also seemed to have a certain perception of the wonders in some Xuan soldiers, and now, he felt that there must be some mysteries in this Blood Wave Cloud Sweeping Sword!

The Emperor Pole Sword Spirit on the side was dumbfounded, staring at Xiao Yu deadly, and suddenly let out a lament: "This kid ...... I won't find out so soon, I'm going to tune his appetite. ”

As soon as Shen Nian entered the Blood Wave Cloud Turning Sword, Xiao Yu felt an overwhelming killing intent. The killing intent is condensed, and although there is no owner, it is still very powerful.

Xiao Yu was a little shocked to find that he had appeared in a blood-red world, and everywhere he could see, there was a strange blood-red color.

And where Xiao Yu's divine thoughts reach, those blood-red moments churned, like angry waves turning over the sky, under the oppression of this momentum, even with Xiao Yu's divine thoughts, he still felt a tingling feeling like a man's back.

The figure of the Emperor Pole Sword had already appeared next to Xiao Yu at some point, and his voice had long since lost the previous banter, replaced by a stern face.

"Boy, the magic of the Emperor's Sword, you are just a first glimpse of the door, and the method of using it is also extremely shallow. The Emperor Pole Sword Spirit said with great disdain: "But you are lucky, you can actually discover the mystery in this blood wave Cloud Sword, every time the Emperor Pole Sword is promoted, a mystical skill will randomly appear inside the Emperor Pole Sword, just use the divine mind to control, it can be presented in your sea of knowledge." ”

"Huh, there's still a mystical skill to learn?"

Xiao Yu sighed lightly, and then according to the request of the Emperor Extreme Sword Spirit, he deepened his divine thoughts into this blood-colored world.

A strong resistance was created in an instant, as if a layer of hard turtle shell was covering the blood-colored world. Xiao Yu's divine thoughts were only a few minutes into the blood-colored world, and they were blocked.

"Hehe, Emperor Pole Sword Master, he will even be blocked by the Emperor Pole Sword, this ...... It's too much to say!"

Xiao Yu let out a low shout, and a wisp of spiritual power suddenly burst out, instantly joining the group of divine thoughts. And the originally somewhat sluggish divine thought, with the addition of this spiritual power, seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and it skyrocketed in an instant.

"Just this turtle shell, you still want to stop me?"

Xiao Yu snorted coldly, and his voice was clear: "Break it for me!"

That layer of resistance could no longer stop this surging divine thought, and immediately, it was broken through by Xiao Yu's divine thought, and the entire blood-colored world suddenly dissipated in the next moment!

Xiao Yu's eyes instantly lit up, although the blood-colored world dissipated, the overwhelming killing intent became even stronger, and everywhere he looked, he didn't see the blood red just now, but a pure white!

In Xiao Yu's surprised eyes, the pure white quickly churned up, and in an instant, a figure with a high crown in a feather coat, holding a blood-colored giant sword, appeared in Xiao Yu's sight.

There was no such vast and ethereal aura, and the blood-colored giant sword in that person's hand was like becoming a killing demon, and the murderous aura was pervasive!

And the next moment, Xiao Yu's pupils shrank suddenly. Shock filled his eyes, and as far as he could see, the figure stepped on the white mist, holding the sword in his right hand, and actually put on a rather elegant posture.

Just a posture, that monstrous killing intent, unexpectedly gathered on the tip of the sword, condensed but not released, and seemed to disappear into invisibility.

But as the owner of the Imperial Sword, Xiao Yu could clearly feel that this blood-colored killing intent was even richer than before, and even had monstrous power!

And in Xiao Yu's somewhat stunned eyes, the man was holding a blood sword, and he actually put on eight different postures one after another!

Although the postures are different, there is one point that is extremely similar, the original monstrous killing intent, after this figure posed these eight postures, it was hidden at the tip of the sword, if you don't feel it, you will definitely not feel it!

Xiao Yu squinted his eyes slightly, feeling these eight postures with his heart, faintly, and there seemed to be a kind of realization in his heart.

It seems that there is a kind of divine thought reminding oneself that as long as you observe carefully, these eight sword postures, every subtle change, are like a crystal clear stream, and they are delicate in front of your divine thoughts.

Feeling these eight postures with his heart, Xiao Yu's face suddenly showed a smile, although it was just a feeling, but Xiao Yu firmly believed that these eight postures were also performed by himself.

This is the privilege of the Emperor Pole Sword Master, and it is the power that can only be controlled after being approved by the Emperor Pole Sword!

With a shock, some serious voices of the Emperor Extreme Sword Spirit also resounded in Xiao Yu's mind:

"The eight moves of holding the sword just now, strictly speaking, are not considered mystical skills, because this is an auxiliary combat method!"

"Tactics?"

Xiao Yu was a little puzzled, obviously it was the first time he came into contact with this term.

The sword spirit snorted twice, and smiled strangely at Xiao Yu: "The name of the method of war, it is natural that you have not heard of it, these things, even if they are in a big sect, they may not be there, I didn't expect to let your kid pick up a leak......"

Immediately, his tone became serious again, staring at the white-clothed figure who was constantly posing in mid-air, and the sword spirit said slowly: "This combat technique is actually a technique that helps the Xuan Technique increase its power!"

"It can help the power of the Occult Technique!"

Xiao Yu's face was full of disbelief, and then he said slowly: "Then my Sun Refining Sword Intent, if I use these eight postures to display it, wouldn't it be ......?"

"Definitely able to reach the level of the Green Order!" the voice of the Emperor Extreme Sword Spirit was categorical.

Then he said slowly: "These eight postures, in ancient times, were actually unique in the limelight, even some high-level metaphysical cultivators have coveted this thing for a long time......

"Because of its name, it is the Eight Postures of the Sword!"

Xiao Yu stared at the figure of the sword-wielder in the field, and in his ears, the voice of the Emperor Sword Spirit kept ringing:

"The sword bearer, the heart is sincere, the thought is unique, the pride, the elegance, the destruction, the three thoughts are all there, with the endless killing of the sword to prove the sword, the party is the sword holding eight postures!"

As the voice of the sword spirit slowly spread, the figure of the white-clothed blood sword, the murderous aura actually gathered again, and one by one, seemingly scattered, but very mysterious postures, were once again presented in front of Xiao Yu.

"The first posture of holding a sword, holding a sword!"

"Second style, sword stance!"

"Third Style, Edgeworth!"

......

"Eighth style, sword breaking posture!"

The voice of the Emperor Extreme Sword Spirit finally slowly disappeared after the man had performed his eight postures. And the figure of that person also gradually dissipated, and finally turned into white mist again, dissipating in the spiritual world

Slowly opening his eyes, a flash of essence flashed in Xiao Yu's eyes, and suddenly, a rich Xuan Qi spurted out, and the Blood Wave Cloud Turning Sword that was originally placed in Xiao Yu's hand flew straight to Xiao Yu's hand as if it had been summoned.

The corners of Xiao Yu's mouth grinned, and a somewhat weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, holding the sword in one hand, stepping on his feet, and between the rooms, he put on the same posture as the figure just now!

After Xiao Yu took this pose, the murderous aura that had originally permeated Xiao Yu's side instantly gathered in the Blood Wave Cloud Turning Sword, making the already blood-red giant sword even more demonic......

Slowly putting down the giant sword, Xiao Yu's originally clear eyes, a trace of killing intent flashed:

"Since this sword-wielding eight postures have been cultivated, there are some accounts, and they should be counted!"