"Otherwise, let's switch to indiscriminate competition." Dao's eyelids twitched.

And Hanyu Michizo's voice fell into the ears of the light of the light, and it became a kind of unconfidence.

Xiguang smiled confidently and nodded, he actually liked this kind of exchange that could be used by slashing fists and ghosts.

But this way of learning is too intense, bumps and bumps are inevitable, and sometimes it is difficult to keep your hands.

As soon as the two met, Xiguang didn't mention it.

Since Dao San agreed, Xiguang is also a skill, which can also weigh the other party's strength better.

There is no need.

Hanyu Michizo has been able to unravel the slashing sword, which is the biggest obstacle to his victory.

He was actually prepared for defeat in his heart, the battle of death.

There is a chopping knife against a non-chopping knife, and the advantage is too great.

But not without any chance!

As long as you can inflict heavy damage on Hanyu before the third beginning of Hanyu Dao, you will have a chance to win this battle!

"Classmate, are you ready?"

Asked in the distance.

And hearing Dao San speak, Xiguang instinctively moved his muscles and bones, twisted his shoulders twice, and secretly laughed and said that Dao San was too real, one had to say hello in advance.

"Yes."

"You'd better attack first!" Dao San hesitated to speak.

Xiguang shook his head, a little contemptuous of Daosan, and usually polite.

But they are all deaths, warriors, and a profession that knows how to be polite and does not gain respect.

"You attack first!"

"Breaking the Path IV: White Thunder."

The voice and the light brain arrived at the same time, Jing Ling Xiguang could only see a white streak in front of his eyes, and his brain reacted fast enough, and frantically ordered his legs to move.

But it didn't help.

White thunder instantly swept across the left cheek of the light and shattered a floor tile.

Twilight's eyes were round, and her fingers wiped the blood from her cheeks, and she licked the blood from her fingers with the tip of her tongue in disbelief.

It's ugly.

Seeing the subtle knowledge, the ability to peep at the leopard in the tube, Jing Lingguang still has it.

Just a white thunderbolt can already preliminarily see the attainments of the three ghost paths of Hanyu Road.

When the other party received his reply, he raised his hand and chanted the ghost way, without any suspicion of cheating.

But as a result, he couldn't even react to the move of this blow.

In addition to being unwilling, there is also a trace of shame.

"Go on." Twilight squats half-way and makes movements similar to those of an athlete's run-up.

And Dao San on the other side was also very hesitant when he just started.

When I asked, the watermelon head stood opposite, saying "ready", and shouted quite loudly.

But when the watermelon head stood like that, his whole body was flawed.

It's ridiculous to get close in an instant in your own way of fighting.

Dao San had no choice, and with a white thunder warning, he forcibly pulled him back to the same running line as himself.

I'm really trying to release the water.

Jing Lingxiguang stepped on the instant approach, and Dao San stood in place and silently perceived.

In this state, Dao San can even feel how many hairs there are on the watermelon head in an instant.

This way.

"Broken Path Thirty-One: Red Artillery!"

Almost instantly, the fireball arrived in front of Jing Ling Xiguang.

This wave of offensive was interrupted by Dao Sanyi's ghost path.

Xiguang smiled bitterly, it was confirmed.

With such an instantaneous speed of the ghost path, I don't know how many times stronger than myself, I actually want to compete with this kind of guy Ghost Dao!

Twilight leaned back, narrowly dodging the frontal blow of the red artillery.

But the fireball exploded in front of him, and the wave of air lifted him to the ground.

With both hands, he couldn't raise his head in the light.

But at least he has come to the hand-to-hand battle, and Daosan's ghost path advantage is not so great, and there is still a chance to win.

Jing Ling Xiguang, who fell to the ground, turned around to regain his balance, like a swift jaguar, and pounced on Daosan.

The spiritual pressure of the dawn was like a substance, and there was a gray thunderbolt surging around it, emitting a low roar.

Hit in vain!

Dawn turned his hand into a claw and grabbed at Daosan's front door, and Daosan casually stretched out his hand to block it.

How can it be.

Xiguang gritted his teeth and began to desperately output spiritual pressure, but he had a funnel, how could he compare to Dao San.

The spiritual pressure surged, Dao San did not take a step back, but the two floor tiles under Xiguang's feet had been cracked by him.

Retreating, the dawn took a few steps back.

Dao San's majestic spiritual pressure had an outlet, and it hit his body in the air, shaking Xiguang's internal organs for a while.

It's so strong.

Since coming to Mao Spiritual Academy, Dawn has never encountered such a strong opponent.

You will lose yourself.

No matter how confident he is, with three moves and two styles, Xiguang also understands the gap between the two like a chasm.

Face up to the gap, but in the end, at least let you draw the knife!

Twilight's attack was more direct this time, and with the strength of retreating, Twilight drew his knife and slashed in one go.

Didn't hide.

The knife fell, and Hanyu Michizo in front of him didn't dodge as if he hadn't expected it.

Xiguang turned happy in his heart, if this blow is cut, it will definitely be a blow to turn the tables!

The knife rubbed into the corner of Daosan's clothes, but it was only bounced away as if it had slashed into a gel.

Twilight watched in horror as the knife was ricocheted to the side.

Dao San in front of him stretched out a palm, and without chanting, he opened a spiritual pressure film in front of him.

"What is this?"

Xiguang put the knife into the sheath, looking a little uncomfortable.

"This is a ghost path that I created with my friends, called Mirror Reversal, which is to counteract attacks by analyzing the amount and fluctuation of attack spiritual pressure."

Neutralize the attack.

Xiguang, who was born in the aristocracy, suddenly remembered several similar attack moves, among which the more famous skills were the anti-ghost killing of the Sifeng Academy.

But compared to the anti-ghost of the Sifeng Courtyard family, Daosan's attack method looks more superficial.

But talent is also more needed.

Analyzing spiritual pressure fluctuations between battles is not something that can be learned by learning.

Or this simple combat technique, someone must have noticed.

But I am afraid that the only one who can do it is Dao Sanyi.

Xiguang raised his head and looked up at the young man in front of him, "Can I cultivate with you?" ”

"No problem."

Dao San started training according to the rhythm of the past.

Jing Ling Xiguang was still confident at first, but when Xiguang really trained with Daosan, he realized that things might not be as simple as he imagined.

Trained at high intensity, so that his funnel couldn't breathe well.

First it was a white fight, and then it was an instantaneous step.

And Jing Ling Xiguang's physical strength and spiritual pressure were also exhausted at this time.

The current Xiguang was still unconvinced by Daosan, collapsed in the training room, and quietly watched Daosan's training to reverse.

Dao San has no intention of concealing it.

The principle of mirror reversal is very simple and can be easily seen, but only Hanyu Michizo can do this.

"Dao San, if you use the excess spiritual pressure amount and spiritual pressure band when you are offsetting, can you return the attack?"

Dao San didn't know the name of his tablemate yet, so he didn't know how to ask at this time, so he responded a little embarrassedly, "I've made such conjectures, but my spiritual pressure control is still a little bad, and I can't do it to this extent." ”

"I can help you train."

Jing Ling Xiguang smiled confidently, as a funnel, how could he keep getting stronger?

I can only keep compressing the control of my own spiritual pressure, and achieve a ten-point effect of spiritual pressure.

This is the control of spiritual pressure, and this is the point where he continues to sharpen and become stronger.

Xiguang began to explain to Dao San a little bit, and Dao San was also beside him like a student.

Xiguang's eyes never left the face of aisle three, explaining the whole process by himself.

Dao San did not show any dissatisfaction or reluctance, and listened very carefully.

Even Xiguang was willing to believe that Dao San could recite every sentence he explained.

"If I was still called a genius at the beginning, I would never listen to the words of the weak."

This time, Xiguang's voice did not hide praise and sighing, "It's ridiculous, after I read the reports of the Lingting Ting before, I thought that you relied on women to get on the throne, but now it seems that it is just two excellent people who are attracted to each other." ”

"Lingting Communication? What a Remonition communication! ”