The rain was pouring down, just when Feng Xiaozongling was discussing uneasily. In the dense forest, there was a slender figure, standing in front of a dozen corpses.

It seems to be a woman, and her body looks like a mist and a mist. The face is beautiful, and in the star-like eyes, it is full of interest, looking around.

The corpses had been completely charred, and there was really nothing to be seen from them, except for a few wounds.

However, the outline of the altar is still there, and the branches and leaves around it are broken and falling, which can also prove that there was a fierce battle here.

It was evident that the person who had dealt with the traces here, and the corpses, had not really paid attention.

The woman's gaze, from beginning to end, fell on a medium-sized corpse. His eyes wandered, and he smiled slightly.

"It's like a sword to kill the soul, but it's plausible, this is the old cloth maze? Interesting, this time out, it's really an interesting thing to see. ”

The girl laughed for a while, and then raised her head, full of curiosity and bewilderment.

"It seems to be an innate powerhouse, and it seems that he is just getting started with internal breath. Who the hell is this person—"

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On the rushing carriage, Zong Shou sneezed violently, only to feel that his whole body was covered with a vicious cold, which made him frown.

Usually when he feels this way, it often means an ominous omen that something bad is about to happen.

"Could it be that my previous arrangement was self-defeating?"

After contemplating his eyebrows for a moment, Zong Shou denied this judgment. Using the corpse and the camouflage of the scene, the 'innate master' concocted is the best to scare those people, and it doesn't matter if you can't be scared.

Shaking his head, Zong Shou continued to concentrate on the matter at hand. In front of him was a yellow talisman with blood-colored lines like ghostly talismans.

But if you look closely, you can find that these lines are impressively similar to the last 'luck' character of the twelve heavenly runes of Tianfu Taishan, which is similar to seven points.

It's just that this stroke is crooked, but it is even more unbearable than the writing of a three-year-old child.

And Zong Shou's delicate eyebrows were also curved at this moment, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"This Celestial Rune Seed can really help me draw Celestial Runes—"

This talisman was not successful, and it failed in the last step. However, in Zong Shou's feeling, the reason why he failed just now should be that he lacked a little soul power.

Without hesitation, Zong Shou took out all the beast soul stones, along with the harrier eagle in the seal.

But before that, there was something else to pay a little attention to.

"Wrong! Lean half an inch to the left as you stride! Raise your right arm three more points—"

Right next to Zong Shou, Su Chuxue was dancing with a sword, repeatedly, all in a few simple postures. After hearing Zong Shou's words, he immediately raised his movements, but his small mouth was slightly upturned, and he was a little dissatisfied.

"Young master, you didn't even look at it, how do you know that Xue'er is wrong?"

Zong Shou didn't even raise his head, and laid out a piece of talisman paper with a calm expression.

"Nonsense! Those who practice martial arts have six ways to see six ways and ears to listen to all directions. If you say you're wrong, you're wrong! You're the one who said you want to ask me about swordsmanship, and you didn't listen to your master so quickly?"

Chu Xue's breath was suffocated, and then he straightened his small chest: "Then why does this sword have to be tilted half an inch, and the right arm has to be raised by three points? What kind of sword theory is it based on? It's just a style of immortal guidance, everyone practices like this!"

Zong Shou sighed lightly, he knew that this little cat would not be easily convinced.

Putting down the pen in his hand, he turned to pick up an ordinary steel sword beside him, and Zong Shou then smiled slightly.

"Then look at it!"

When the first snow looked awe-inspiring and showed a vigilant look. Zong Shou's figure suddenly flickered. From static to moving, with one step, the sword light has already stabbed obliquely.

Obviously, it is almost the same as her before, but with only a slight change, it has a little more inexplicable charm. As if the wind was blowing, the sword light broke through the extreme of human power, and only a sharp scream was heard, and the sword was already in front of her.

The blue and white sword body reflected a few beams of brilliance, shining towards her eyes. For a moment, I couldn't see it clearly, and the sword momentum that pierced through the air.

There was a sharp sound of 'clanging', and the first snow retreated more than ten steps. A small face, which had turned into the color of paper, stared at Zong Shou with palpitations.

At the last moment, she finally blocked the sword. But the huge force that penetrated the sword made her almost unable to hold the sword. The sword-wielding right hand was still trembling slightly.

If Zong Shou's internal breath is stronger, and the sword speed is faster, this sword can kill her!

"This is really an immortal guiding the way, young master, you didn't lie to me?"

Carefully recalling every movement of the sect guard, it was only after a long time that Chu Xue confirmed that the previous sword was indeed an immortal guiding the way. The bloodless cheeks immediately turned red.

"How can this be fake?"

For some reason, Zong Shou's expression was also a little uncertain. Looking at the first snow, the gaze is even more strange. But fortunately, after only a few breaths, he calmed down.

"But you see, a slight change in posture may mean that the size of the output and the speed of the sword will also increase or weaken. However, this swordsmanship is not immutable. Wind speed, terrain, and even light are all available!"

Chu Xue realized something, and nodded as if she didn't understand. The stars were shining in his eyes, and the eyes that looked at Zong Shou were full of admiration and worship.

Zong Code smiled secretly, this sword style, in this era, is called Immortal Guiding the Way, and there are many other names. But after 10,000 years, it is uniformly called the small step oblique thorn.

After more than 10,000 years, the verification and summary of countless martial arts cultivators, combined with human body mechanics, have been improved one after another, and this formula has surpassed the so-called 'immortal guidance' too much.

In terms of sword theory, it is far above this era. It's more than enough to bluff this little girl.

However, Zong Shou didn't show anything on his face, and still had a straight face: "Understood, then practice the sword according to what I said!"

Chu Xue immediately panicked, and lifted the sword again, and it was a kind of 'immortal guidance'. But this time, according to Zong Shou's requirements, the score was exactly the same.

Sure enough, it was a sword roar, whether it was sword speed or strength, it surpassed Zong Shou. At the tip of the sword, there is a little bit of unobtrusive qi, making the sword more powerful.

Chu Xue was stunned at first, and then on that face, a little joy appeared, and the eyes that looked at Zong Shou were more and more reverent.

Zong Shou also bowed slightly, slowly put down the sword and turned around, and continued to pick up the wolf pen. However, before I put pen to paper, I hesitated slightly. After a while, there was a bitter smile on that handsome face.

"But Xue'er, in the future, you just need to learn to practice those martial arts secret techniques. Don't pay attention to any sword theory, boxing theory, etc. You don't have to learn from me—"

"Huh?"

Hatsuyuki's sword paused again, this time it was really strange. With a look of grievance, he wanted to cry: "Young master, don't you want to teach me?"

"It's not that I don't teach, it's that it's useless to teach. Cher, do you know what intuition is?"

Seeing that Xue'er was still puzzled, Zong Shou sighed again, remembering not long ago, the sword that should never have been blocked in his expectations.

"Xue'er, did you instinctively know that you had to do that to stop me just now? This intuition can also be said to be a battle instinct, a battle intuition. In other words, Xue'er, you are even more powerful than those brainless monsters who only fight on instinct. What kind of sword theory, boxing theory, martial arts mysteries, in front of Xue'er, you are all scum-"

Su Chuxue nodded in a daze, and was praised by others, with a little joy. Immediately, it was full of black lines: "Young master, you must be turning a corner and scolding Xue'er for being stupider than those demon beasts, right?"

Zong Shou couldn't help but be speechless, with a look of surprise on his face: "It's rare, you actually heard it by Xue'er!"