"Hiss"

With such a delicate blow, everyone on the stone peak gasped.

"Boy, it's just luck. The Fire Spirit Clan monk spoke, pulling out the spirit bow again, and an arrow appeared.

The difference is that the arrow is no longer sharp and sharp, but a big fireball with a finger, the bow is a full moon, bursting with shouts: "Burst flame"

Shout...

The arrows burst through the air, making a piercing sound.

Mu Zizhen Gujing had no waves, stepped forward half a step and raised his right arm high, and slashed down with a sword.

The sword pulled out a silver match, and with the eyes of the monks present, they couldn't see the trajectory of the sword clearly, but they could imagine how fast it was, and some elders and deacons could see it clearly.

The arrow was split in two from the tip to the tail, and there was no imaginary popping sound.

The words came to everyone's minds all the way, "The world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable." ”

Counting the time, Mu Zizhen has been practicing swords for fourteen years.

Sword moves, nothing more than stabbing, splitting, teasing, hanging, wiping, supporting, racking, sweeping, intercepting, piercing, pushing, changing, etc., can be subtle sword moves to kill the enemy, but also must have fast, accurate, very.

Practice the basic sword moves over and over again until you turn them into muscle memory.

The leaves under the tree were shaken, the Dao sword light flashed, the leaves flew over, and each leaf vein left a sword mark, which was fast.

Dancing swords in the stream, swords bound to stones and swinging swords, the trajectory of the sword remains unchanged at all, which is stable.

A bamboo frame is built with 100 mangosteens, and each bamboo is spaced one foot apart to form a bamboo net, which is one foot above the ground.

At the intersection of every two bamboos, there is a straw rope tied, and a stone is hung at the other end, the length of the rope is different, the long reaches the ground, and the short one is only one foot.

Shake the bamboo frame, practice the sword under the frame, the stones dance between the swing of the straw rope, the sword hits the stone, does not hurt the grass rope, and there is no stone close, this is accurate.

Now that he has spiritual power, he is fast, accurate, and ruthless.

The Fire Spirit Clan monk held the spirit bow in his hand, and he was stunned in place, and the method of pressing the bottom of the box was broken like this?

"Whoa..."

He didn't come back to his senses until the sound came out, and saw Mu Zizhen holding the tip of the sword in his right hand touching the ground, and he was walking step by step.

The clatter he heard was the sound of the tip of the sword slashing across the ground, and sparks rising up.

The steps are not fast or slow, and they are leisurely walking.

The clatter stopped, there was a clang, the blade slapped at random, and a flaming arrow was flapped away.

"Whoa... Ding..."

The sound couldn't help but sound, and in the ears of the Fire Spirit Clan's monks, it was like the god of death chanting, and the frequency of archery was confused.

Fifty zhang, thirty zhang, ten zhang, five zhang... The distance is getting closer.

"Let's go together. The bow-wielding Fire Spirit Clan monk shouted, and the two behind him hurriedly stepped forward.

"Flame Whip. ”

"Fire Spirit Eagle. ”

The two of them shouted, and the attack hit Mu Zizhen like lightning.

A red spirit eagle, with its wings spread out for a full foot, came first, and slapped it with a condescending paw.

Mu Zizhen held the sword above his head, dragged the spine of the sword with his left palm, choked, and the sword claws struck.

Squatting down with both legs, the sword was forced to concave in an astonishing arc, the blade was deeply embedded in the left palm, and red blood dripped down the sword body.

When the force of the downward pressure is removed, the legs are stiffened, the sword is held with both hands, and the sword is straightened like a curved bow, and the fire spirit eagle is bounced out.

At this moment, a black and red whip shadow burst out and swept straight towards Mu Zizhen's waist.

The sword subconsciously blocked down, and with a snap, the tip of the whip swept into the abdomen, and the skin opened the flesh, but not a drop of blood flowed out, and the wound was directly scorched by the high temperature.

In fact, the sword is to block the whip, but the tip of the whip is used as the fulcrum at the intersection to sweep the abdomen at a faster speed, which is the difficulty of whip utensils.

Mu Zizhen snorted, and took advantage of the situation to retreat and open the distance, but a little red light went straight to his head, and it was a flaming arrow.

It's too late to slash, the two sides are too close.

The hilt of the sword is raised in the right hand, the left hand is attached to the chest, and the spine of the sword is attached to the back of the left hand.

"Ding"

The arrow hit the sword grid, and Mu Zizhen's whole person slipped uncontrollably, and his feet ploughed out two half-foot-deep ravines on the ground.

After sliding out of the two zhang, without waiting for the strength to be discharged, he twisted his waist and flew to the left, avoiding the fire spirit eagle's pounce.

Mu Zizhen stood still, looked at the three Fire Spirit Clan monks, and shook his left hand casually, and the blood splattered to the ground, "Very good! ”

Rushing forward, more than a dozen golden threads spread out of his pupils, and bloodshot lines also appeared in the whites of his eyes, if you don't stare at his eyes carefully, you can't see anything abnormal at all.

Shout... Three arrows in succession, directly hitting Mu Zizhen's eyebrows, throat, and heart, immediately after, a black and red whip shadow pumped towards his legs, and the fire spirit eagle pulled up an arc, and then shot down, and his claws directly took his heavenly spirit.

The forward pace suddenly stopped, the back bent down, and the body was still sliding forward under the drive of inertia.

Three arrows shot through his abdomen, and he didn't get up, and his right hand held the sword in front and back to draw a sword circle.

The fire spirit whip first drew on the spine of the sword, and the front end of the whip was bent by force, and it was about to sweep towards Mu Zi's true face door, but the sword circle was just blocked by the arc drawn by the tip of the whip.

This whip looks very weird, as if it is not drawn, but the whip body is dragged backwards with the blade as the fulcrum, and it is so wonderful that it is just like that.

Instantly defused the attack of the two, Mu Zizhen's forward momentum also stopped, his waist straightened, his feet kicked, the two forces were perfectly integrated, and his body jumped up.

As soon as he left the ground, he changed to holding the sword with both hands, and slashed down at the fire spirit eagle that pounced, boom... The flames splashed, and the spirit eagle condensed by the spell was slashed and exploded.

Mu Zizhen was like a god of war, his body fell through the fire, a cold light swept by, and the man with the bow of the Fire Spirit Clan froze in place, his eyes were round, and a trace of blood appeared on his neck.

Mu Zizhen stepped forward at great speed.

As soon as the whip monk's hand was raised, another cold light appeared, and the whipping action was frozen.

The last Fire Spirit Clan monk pushed out his palms at the same time, and a wall of flames stood in front of him.

Mu Zizhen's pupils flowed, and a blurred figure behind the wall of fire was retreating, the bloodshot on the whites of his eyes flashed, his left foot stepped forward two feet, and his right leg was stretched straight, forming an exaggerated lunge.

Bend your waist back and lean your right hand back.

"Huh"

The sword in his hand was thrown out, rushing forward with inertia, lunges forward, bending over and straightening, and throwing the sword with his arm.

With a pop, the wall of flames was pierced, the sword was castrated, and the blood shot out, directly stabbing into the eyebrows of the last Fire Spirit Clan monk, without the hilt of the sword.

The wall of flames loses its spiritual power supply and dissipates into spiritual light.

Bang bang bang...

Mu Zizhen stepped forward, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and pulled out the blade with a 'bang'.

"Bang bang...", two heads, three corpses fell to the ground.

The crowd was stunned on the spot, one mistaken, three Fire Spirit Clan monks died, and they didn't feel any magic fluctuations, what kind of strength is this?

"Boy, dare to kill my Fire Spirit Clansman, give me death!" "I came to kill someone, but in the end I was killed, it's not unacceptable to die a few juniors, but where is the face?

Looking at the corpse below, the fire turtle was furious, and he flew forward to break Mu Zizhen's body into pieces.

"Haha... Fire Dao friends don't need to be angry, can't they afford to lose?" Shan Xuan flew up, stopped in front of the fire turtle, and sneered.

The fire turtle floated in the air, glanced at Shan Xu, and then took a deep look at Mu Zizhen, his eyes opened angrily and gritted his teeth: "You are very good!

After speaking, with a wave of his hand, he took up the two seriously injured Fire Spirit Clan monks and turned into a fire cloud and shot into the sky.