"Drink!" In the process of martial arts, Anya rarely discovered a flaw in Han Tuo, out of eagerness to let go easily, so she couldn't control the strength in her hand.

As a result, the light blue magic light was wrapped around the wooden sword like silk, and as Anya swung it down, the light blue magic power formed a substantial sword qi that slashed towards Han Tuo like a chopping wave. The light blue sword aura shattered the floor of the dojo hall, and it was as if it had been ravaged by a wild beast.

This reminded Han Tuo of the charge of the pale golden giant wolf, and it also swept towards Han Tuo with such an incomparably tragic aura.

The people of Gadian know that one of the bases used to distinguish between humans and demons is to judge according to the color of their magic, and there is no method in the continent that can completely change the essential color of magic, it may be enough for a temporary disguise, but it can't last long, even if it is only recorded in legends of super high-level magic.

The magic color of the demons is divided into dark, thick, thick and the purest black of the demon king, and the magic color of the human race can also be divided into light, light, light and pure white that represents the purest blood of the magician.

In this way, Anya not only has a high talent as a swordsman, but even as a magician, her natural magic color is not far behind.

Although he didn't care too much about it, because he was too obsessed with swordsmanship, he only put his own equally strong magic at the level of swordsmanship.

But the blow to others can be shocking.

As a result, the old students who had seen Anya in the dojo all screamed and ran away, and those who had not been in the dojo for too long were all paralyzed on the ground in fright.

Even Han Tuo began to panic a little, even he didn't expect this situation. Even the fact that with Anya's slender wrist can emit a powerful force like a brute bear, Han Tuo can accept it, but he never thought that Anya would be able to achieve the momentum that swept everything like a group of wolves and demonic beasts with a wooden sword.

Therefore, Han Tuo just swung the wooden sword in his hand vigorously and slashed towards the attacking sword qi. When the fragile wooden sword didn't last too long and shattered, Han Tuo happened to barely dodge it with the strength of the shock at this time.

Even so, the Dao robe on Han Tuo's right hand was still shattered when it was slightly brushed over, and the incision was as smooth and smooth as if it had been crossed by a peerless divine weapon. Even if Han Tuo hesitated for a second or two, what was cut in this way was Han Tuo's arm wrapped in the robe.

It seems that compared to a fierce attack like a demonic beast, Anya, who made such an attack, is more like a more ferocious demonic beast.

Modri, who looked frightened and angry, quickly got up, and his figure flickered in front of the light blue sword qi, also wearing a wooden sword for practice, and his eyes flashed with a fierce cold light belonging to a swordsman.

It was completely impossible to see the posture of Mordrie's sword, only a light flashed in the air, and the trajectory of the wooden sword was slightly frozen due to the magic at too high speed, and it looked like the ink marks left in the air by the powerful swing of a large fantasy brush in the air.

In an instant, the beast rushed lightly, and the blue sword qi shattered like a wave crashing into a reef.

Such an understatement blow, but it condenses the superb swordsmanship that has been tempered through the vicissitudes of time.

Even if Modri admits that his talent is not as good as the two disciples under him, after all, he is a time-tested swordsmanship master, and he is still a pinnacle in front of the immature two.

But Modri made such a wonderful blow without the slightest joy on his face.

"Anya!" Mordri whispered.

"Yes!" Anya stood in front of her father with a worried face, obediently bowing her head and looking willing to be scolded.

"How many times have you said that you can't use magic when practicing in the Sword Dojo! ”

"I'm so sorry!"

"Old rule, go to the Meditation Hall to receive the punishment!"

"Understood!" Anya bowed her head in agreement, not forgetting to vaguely stick out her tongue mischievously at Han Tuo, expressing her great apologies, because her competitive behavior made people almost encounter life.

And Han Tuo was also in the field of vision that no one was paying attention to, and gently shook his index finger to indicate that it didn't matter.

Anya, who had been forgiven, happily accepted the punishment. Speaking of which, the punishment of the Meditation Pavilion is nothing more than holding a wooden barrel full of water to keep it upright, which may be a severe punishment for ordinary students, but it is nothing more than a trivial matter for Anya, who has a monster-like physique.

"And Hantuo!"

"The disciple is here. ”

"Because you misbehaved in such an attack, you also went to the Meditation Pavilion to receive the punishment. ”

"Yes. I felt that I was really not responding to my performance just now, so Han Tuo was convinced, and went with his broken sleeves.

Everyone else in the dojo watched in amazement as the two men left. Everyone shouted frantically in their hearts, and the thought of their almost crying and calling for their mother really gave them a cold war.

"In view of the others," Modri turned his face away, his face devoid of joy or anger, "the dojo has been destroyed like this, and it is impossible to continue practicing for a while. Rest these days. ”

Everyone in the dojo suspected that they had misheard. Is this still the stern owner who doesn't laugh?!

"What? No problem, just get out of here. ”

"I didn't ...... No problem!" replied one after another. Then the students ran away as fast as they could, for fear that Modley, who was usually known as the "devil's teacher", would change his attention temporarily, and on the way, some people even fell because they were running too fast, but they still ran away with a rolling belt, as if there were evil spirits chasing them behind them.

The huge and dilapidated dojo instantly fell silent because no one was there, and Mo Deli, who was still immovable and made a tall figure in the wind, quietly turned around, and finally collapsed his serious face when there was finally no one.

Usually Modri is indeed very serious and serious, and even for the quality of the practice, he doesn't care about the physically tired devil-like man, so the students are afraid of such Moderi, and even give him a nickname like "Devil Teacher" in private.

However, Modri is also a human being with joys and sorrows.

The reason for this openness is simply that I am too happy.

So Modri tiptoed to the crack in the ruined dojo, stroking and smiling.

"Yes, yes, what a powerful attack, it's like a wild bear. ”

Here's a man who describes his own daughter as a wild bear.

Then he remembered how Han Tuo had dodged such an attack by a fraction of a second.

"Yes, yes, what a quick skill. ”

At this time, the old Modri was like a child in the dojo smiling happily, stroking the broken wooden planks of the dojo as if he was stroking his most beloved treasure, as if he had poured infinite effort into his two disciples.

Such two people must be able to become stronger, and they must be able to surpass themselves to reach the place that they can't reach. At this time, Mordley thought to himself.