The thirty disciples of the Immortal Family who were born in the Weishui Sword Mansion stood in the air, and their sword intent was spurting thin, and ordinary people would feel dazzling after just a few glances.

The disciples of the Weishui Sword House had not had the opportunity to practice superior swordsmanship before, and they only focused on refining and casting. Now that Chang Hao has passed on to them the most orthodox Qingyun Mountain swordsmanship in ancient times, the disciples of the Weishui Sword House headed by Yan Qi seem to be casting weapons day by day, but in fact, they have integrated swordsmanship into the casting, and they are becoming stronger and stronger.

The Varonian Wasteland is full of aura and easy to practice, coupled with the fact that there are "Jindan Realm Old Monsters" like Chang Hao and orc warrior sparring, their strength has already been improved to the late stage of the Foundation Building Realm, and they are not to be underestimated in the immortal cultivation sect in ancient Kyushu.

What they lack now is just a real battle.

Pisco and Elena swear that all the shock of their lives is used today.

Who are these people who can stand on the tip of a sword?

Is it a magician who can float in the air without the help of external forces?

When did a mage stop using a staff and use a longsword instead?

And when did the orc kingdom have so many human mages?

"Humans, give you one last chance, if you don't cross this line, you will be captured, you still have a chance to live. Yan Qi felt that it was strange for him to say this.

The arrows were on the bow, how could the human cavalry stop because of two or three innocuous threats, and the first few cavalry captains gave orders in a hurried tone, and the horses neighed and raised their front hooves, crossing the warning line that the monks had plowed with their sword qi.

"Stubborn!" Yan Qi's face suddenly turned cold, and he no longer spared his hand for these guys who wantonly killed the steppe wolf cavalry, and the monks jumped lightly from their swords and slipped backwards, while the long sword that was still floating quietly a moment ago stirred up the storm at this moment.

In ancient times, the killing range of the Jindan Realm monk's swordsmanship was more than thirty zhang away, which was converted into a modern distance unit of meters, and rounded to one hundred meters. Yan Qi and the other monks were only cultivators in the late stage of the foundation realm, and the attack distance was naturally not that far, but the distance of 30 meters could still be done.

The disciples of Weishui Sword House are all casters, and the material of the flying sword is absolutely right for their craftsmanship, and the thirty flying swords are undoubtedly all fire attributes, so it is only natural that countless flame tornadoes should be pulled out of the air.

The sharp flying sword cut off the front hooves of the war horse, and the cavalry was blocked by a sword as soon as they fell into the snow. The knight's spear in the hands of the cavalry could not hurt the flying sword, but the flying sword could easily pierce through the silver armor on their bodies, and often the cavalry just felt that the fire flashed in front of them, and the next moment they were forever in front of them.

After the flying sword left its master, although there was no way to perform advanced swordsmanship, and could only use basic swordsmanship similar to "splitting and slashing", to some extent, the move was faster and more difficult to figure out, and it was also suitable for mowing the grass without a matchless.

But if you want to kill a real powerhouse, ordinary swordsmanship is still not enough.

The monks' control of the distance was like refining a weapon, perfecting the fire, and always implementing the sixteen-character policy of "the enemy advances and I retreat, the enemy is stationed and disturbs me, the enemy is tired and I fight, and the enemy retreats and I advance" before setting off, and forcibly dragged the human cavalry brigade of 2,000 men and horses into the quagmire.

Whenever any of the cavalry suddenly remembered that their original target was the snow leopard light cavalry, the monks immediately went back and used the "lawn mowing sword" to pull another wave of hatred, and hung them behind them as pigs again.

The Snow Leopard Hussars of the Frozen Throne gave the monks a thumbs up, and then continued to sweep through the divided battlefield with ferocious arrow charging formations, each wave of which brought endless wails and blood flowers.

A strange situation has been created on Varonian that has never been heard of in the history of warfare.

The human cavalry besieged the hills of the orc snipers, but they were surrounded by the snow leopard light cavalry, and the snow leopard light cavalry was surrounded by the human cavalry, and the human cavalry outside was given a circle of walking dogs by the oriental monks.

Hatsuyuki had anticipated this when she was making her plans.

She was inspired by Chang Hao's occasional phrase.

She called this tactic, the center of flowering.

Yan Ji glanced at the battlefield, snorted lightly, and returned the sword in his hand, and he took the initiative to meet a silver-level cavalry captain whose strength was equal to that of him.

Only his own visible divine consciousness erupted from the Mud Pill Palace, and his divine consciousness wrapped around the hilt of the sword, and the sword qi roared and shattered the ten feet of wind and snow around him.

The cavalry captain's eyes were like copper bells, urging the war horse to charge even more, and the knight's spear was entangled with fighting energy, and he was a human powerhouse who had mastered the fighting skills.

The fighting spirit condensed into a faint gold, attached like a thin film, making the attack power of the knight's spear increase sharply, obviously this is a fighting skill to increase the attack power.

The destructive power of this shot is huge, and coupled with the acceleration of the horse's gallop, it is not impossible for a single shot to penetrate the armor of the tower shield heavy sickle, as long as it is used correctly.

Yan Ji is well-informed, and he can see the clues at a glance, and he is not afraid.

If there is a division of professions in the world, then sword cultivation should be the spearhead of attacking professions.

Yan Qi was burdened with the blood feud of the destruction of his master's sect, and Chang Hao told him that as long as the time was ripe for the cultivation to increase greatly, they would one day return to the Kyushu Continent.

At that time, their own vengeance will need to be avenged by their own hands.

In the face of hatred, we need strength, we need to see blood, but we don't need mercy.

And now, it is the first step for them to prove their growth!

Yan Qi stepped on the wind to meet the war horse, the sword was dancing, the speed of the sword soared again and again, and finally turned into invisible silk threads hidden in the wind and snow, the cold wind whistling on the Vironian wasteland was cut by the blade, and the sound of the sword that broke the eardrum was from far to near.

The cavalry captain who was galloping on his horse only felt a dense drum beat suddenly sound in his ears, and the pale golden fighting qi wrapped in the knight's spear was cut away layer by layer, the spear broke, and the tip of the soybean-sized sword continued to enlarge in front of his eyes, finally occupying his entire field of vision, dyed a palpitating blood red.

The horse was still running, but its owner had fallen into the snow, and the temperature was getting colder.

This is the secret swordsmanship that was not passed down in Qingyun Mountain back then, looking for the wind.

Yan Qi's blood boiled violently, this sword was taught to him by Senior Brother Chang, it was still a little difficult to use it in his current realm, let alone killing a silver-level knight with one blow, it can already be regarded as a second kill in the same realm, how easy is it?

Yan Ji did not regain his indifferent appearance as a sword fairy, and sat down in the snowdrift coughing.

He remembered that Senior Brother Chang once praised him for not only having good skills in refining weapons, but also having better qualifications for sword training. If he hadn't worshiped the Weishui Sword House back then, but had joined other immortal sects that specialized in swordsmanship, it was estimated that he would already be a famous sword immortal.

He smiled and said that time, if he hadn't entered the Weishui Sword Mansion at the beginning, he wouldn't have met you, Senior Brother Chang.

Senior Brother Chang was far away for a while, and after coming back to his senses, he patted him on the shoulder.

Pisco could no longer stand the battle situation like a puddle of mud, his feet stomped on the horse, and the crotch of the divine horse began to sprint in pain, he drew his sword to Yan Qi, he wanted to shoot himself.

Elena followed.

When the monks saw this scene, they immediately began to defend themselves, but after all, they were only the cultivation of the Foundation Realm, and the gold-level knights of Pisco and Elena were eight classics, in other words, the cultivation of the Golden Pill Realm, how could they compare?

However, just as Pisco swung his knife and slashed at the weakened Yan Qi, a figure quietly descended.