Before the streamer arrived, Li Moxiao felt the sound of the wind in front of him and the coldness peculiar to metal.

He was slightly surprised, but he wasn't dismayed by the flying spear coming sooner than he had realised.

As soon as his footsteps sliped, his figure blurred in the air.

With a muffled pop, the flying spear, which had been named "Floating Light" by many of the Tiece Army sergeants, pierced through the afterimage he left behind and plunged deep into the dirt behind him.

"Ghost Walk!"

Someone in the Tiece army screamed in shock.

In the world of cultivators, it is almost impossible for anyone to be able to dodge a flying sword in close range with just body footwork, or at this time, Lin Yi's flying spear is no less than the speed of a flying sword.

Especially at this time, Li Moxiao was still controlling the flying sword, and the sword light that was heading towards Lin Yi was still not scattered in the slightest.

So this can only be the ghost shadow step of the Northern Wei Ghost King Sect.

A footwork that needs to be tempered to make the body accustomed to natural, close to the body's flesh and blood intuitive response, and rarely requires the true element in the body.

These shouting Tiece sergeants had seen this kind of footwork on the battlefield before, and the aura of ghosts and shadows in that kind of blurred shadow was a familiar smell that would appear in many of their nightmares.

It's just that the cultivators of the Ghost King Sect are also extremely hidden assassins in the army of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and it is even rarer for cultivators who can perfectly master this kind of ghost shadow step.

No one could answer the questions of these Iron Ce Sergeants.

Before their voices sounded, Li Moxiao's gaze fell on Lin Yi's body.

At this time, he had avoided Lin Yi's blow, and he was still able to control his flying sword perfectly, so the next thing was to see if Lin Yi could block his sword.

When the gaze falls, the sword light falls.

It's just that at this moment, a sword light appeared in his perception.

A very violent and unreasonable sword light slashed at his flying sword with unmistakable accuracy.

When there was a bang.

His flying sword crackled and flew upside down into the air.

Li Moxiao's body shook violently, and some disbelief flashed in his eyes.

It's not that he's arrogant, for those teachings in the Southern Heavenly Academy, in the past cultivation path, he has never seen a cultivator who can master all kinds of subtle moves more easily than Li Moxiao.

There are many exquisite boxing and sword moves, and Li Moxiao will be able to practice it several times.

Even if it was this kind of ghost shadow step that took many years for the cultivators of the Ghost King Sect to become proficient, Li Moxiao only took dozens of days, just like those who spent many years cultivating in the Ghost King Sect.

Compared with Meishan, his cultivation is more refined, and he has mastered more of this very practical and subtle martial arts, but this confrontation between the faces still suffered some losses.

It's not that he is not introspective enough and hasn't made much progress, but the other party's progress is too great.

He didn't immediately forcibly take control of the flying sword that had been knocked away.

He needed some time to calm down the shocking True Yuan in his body, and the most important thing was that he keenly sensed Lin Yi's movements.

As he guessed, the reason why Lin Yi needed a flying spear was only because Lin Yi didn't practice flying swords at all, and he had to fight in close quarters.

Lin Yi has already exerted his strength.

Smoke shook from beneath his feet, but at the same time, he threw another flying spear.

Bang.

The crisp sound of gold and iron resounded faster than the sound of breaking the air.

The first half of this flying spear flew towards Li Moxiao.

It came too quickly, Li Moxiao didn't have time to think, and his figure avoided the flying spear that broke through the air like a ghost, and then he saw Lin Yi's body flying in a seemingly unreasonable attitude.

Li Moxiao had already calmed down the shock Zhenyuan in his body at this time, even if Lin Yi came quickly, the distance of fifty steps still gave him enough time, and he didn't think that Lin Yi would be more advantageous after getting close.

As his mind moved, the flying sword, which was still a little sad in the air before a breath, drew a wonderful arc and fell towards Lin Yi's back.

In Lin Yi's perception, this flying sword was more agile and more difficult to deal with than Rong Yi's swords even at this time.

His eyes narrowed slightly, waiting for the flying sword to approach, and then the sword in his hand slashed out again.

However, his sword missed.

Because the flying sword didn't really try to get close to his body from the beginning.

As soon as he drew his sword, the flying sword suddenly flew upward, high above his body, and flew towards Li Moxiao's hand.

Li Moxiao gripped the short cyan sword.

He had made all the preparations and adjusted his body and Zhenyuan to a very perfect state.

Snort.

A thin voice sounded from under his feet.

Since he no longer needed to concentrate on controlling the flying sword, his footwork would naturally be faster.

A series of afterimages flowed through the air.

Even in the bright sun, it looks like a ghost.

Lin Yi didn't even think about it, and stabbed towards the place where Li Moxiao was in his perception.

His sword was still missing.

Li Moxiao's footwork was too exquisite, and his sword only landed in an afterimage.

It's just that his complexion hasn't changed in the slightest.

Because he didn't expect this sword to pose a threat to Li Moxiao.

He also had a sword.

His left hand grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist smoothly, and slashed it out.

The sword is slashing, and it is cold, fast and tricky, which is a little unexpected.

A look of surprise appeared in Li Moxiao's eyes again.

The sword in his hand was handed out, blocking in front of this sword, and the true yuan in his body frantically surged towards the small sword in his hand.

A roar sounded between the blades of the two swords, like two boulders colliding.

At the moment when the two swords intersected, Li Moxiao was shocked to realize that he had not seized any opportunity.

Then in a split second, he felt a tingling in his palm.

A wave of shock quickly surged through his mind.

His palms tingled, and his arms trembled a little.

Lin Yi's strength is much stronger than that of Meishan, and even a little beyond his imagination.

But something even more unimaginable happened.

Any cultivator under the collision of this kind of hard-hitting true element power, the true element in the body will be somewhat shocked, even if it can be forcibly controlled, it can still maintain a good output, but the true element under this forcible control is thin, and it is impossible to be as perfect as when it is usually in the best state.

Therefore, the power of the next blow at this moment must be somewhat inferior to the previous blow.

However, this is not the case with Lin Yi.

There was a loud bang in the air.

The sword in Lin Yi's right hand was violently slashed down, although it was a sword momentum, but it was as violent as an iron rod.

He could clearly perceive that the power of this sword was even stronger than the power of the sword in Lin Yi's left hand before.

He had no choice but to retreat.

His figure swept out to one side like a ghost.

Lin Yi directly threw the sword he was holding in his left hand.

At the same time that a sword light fell on the afterimage of Li Moxiao's body, Lin Yi held the third spear.