Today's Mao's teaching is a little different, his temperament is even colder, and his expression is serious and ruthless.

The atmosphere on the stage was a little solemn, and Xu Ran stood opposite Mao Jiaoxi, waiting.

"Now that you've finished your schoolwork, I'll teach you the real thing. ”

Mao Jiaoxi was the first to speak: "I said that the sergeants of Wu Zhou have only one mission, to kill people. Our practice, unlike others, is honed on the battlefield with only one purpose, to kill the enemy. ”

Mao Jiaoxi lifted the sword, and the tip of the sword pointed at Xu Ran: "I can only use one sword, and I can only teach you this sword, and the name of the sword move is also a sword, one sword kills the enemy, and one sword lives and dies." ”

As he spoke, Mao Jiao Xi turned his sword and carried the sword behind him.

Xu Ran only felt that at this moment, Mao Jiaoxi's temperament was changing, ignoring everything, in his eyes, there was only himself.

He's going to kill me.

Xu Ran didn't hide, because there was nowhere to hide, he had been locked, this feeling was mysterious and mysterious, obviously the other party hadn't made a sword yet, but there was a flaw in his whole body that he was staring at, it didn't make sense, and he couldn't find where this flaw was.

He is like a poisonous snake, he doesn't know when to bite you, and if he continues to bite you, he will definitely die.

He was like a shell without a soul, but he had a mission, a mission engraved in his bones.

He is more like a sword hanging over his head, and his life and death are all in his hands.

Finally, he came out with his sword!

Mao Jiaoxi came out with a sword, and the lightning and flint instantly came to Xu Ran's throat.

Xu Ran could see his sword move, but he couldn't stop it, so he could only watch the sword stab in the sunlight with a cold light.

The pain in his throat woke him up and dispelled the darkness of death.

"Remember that feeling. ”

Mao Jiaoxi put away his sword and stood up, and said lightly: "You need to kill." ”

Xu Ran came back to his senses and looked at him puzzled.

"This sword was originally created in the process of killing and being killed, and you will never dare to use this sword without realizing death, and it is difficult to appreciate the essence of this sword without killing people, so you must kill people. ”

Xu Ran had never killed anyone, but he wanted to kill people, and it was the man in black who he killed.

He said this sentence in exchange for Mao Jiaoxi's frown and a hint of curiosity: "Have you seen them?"

"Three men in black slaughtered the village where I lived. ”

"How did you survive. ”

"Lord Ye rescued it. ”

Mao Jiaoxi trembled: "Lord Ye?" Today, no matter in the secular cultivation world, there is only one person who can be called Lord Ye, and this is Ye Qingyin, who ranks second in the Thirteen Divine Dragon Guards of Wuzhou.

"Lord Ye of the Divine Dragon Guard. Xu Ran didn't understand why Mao Jiaoxi had such a complicated expression, Wu Zhou's thirteen divine dragon guards were all students of the National Academy, and the National Academy knew that his origin should be normal. Could it be that Mao's identity is not enough? Or did Ye Qingyin not inform the National Academy of this matter?

Although Mao Jiaoxi is a member of the National Academy, in fact, he is not qualified to know all the news about the Shenlong Division, let alone Xu Ran's origin, and now when he hears it, his heart is shocked.

There are a lot of things that seem to make sense. But it's more of a fog.

What kind of character Ye Qingyin is known to the world, Xu Ran can live under her hands and come to Shendu, what does this mean?

What does Ye Yuya mean when he helps him open his mouth to enter the national courtyard?

What is Mingyue's purpose in letting him take over the morning bell?

Xu Ran has never been able to cultivate, and in just a few days, he has crossed three great realms in a row, is this just a miracle?

Mao Jiaoxi looked at Xu Ran, his heart was extremely complicated, what kind of teenager is this? Is his identity really just ordinary?

He found out that he was really stupid, and he escaped death and entered the national courtyard, serving as a teacher for many years, in order to find an opportunity, to find a person with status to inherit a sword, this person is his hope and his pawn.

He found it, but found that there were too many possibilities in Xu Ran's body, and there were too many shadows standing behind him, and every shadow was not something he could deal with.

Ye Yuling's words yesterday were not just words.

The inheritors of the first sword of this generation are not fools, but burdens.

Is this choice right or wrong?

Mao Jiaoxi became at a loss, and he realized that he might have become a chess piece a long time ago, or a chess piece that could be discarded at any time.

"Mao's teaching?

Xu Ran called softly, Mao Jiaoxi came back to his senses, returned to normal, and said: "It is the remnants of the Demon Sect who slaughter the village, you can't reach it now, and you have no chance to kill them for the time being." ”

"Demon Sect?

"There are a lot of records about the Demon Sect, and you can find books for this kind of thing. If you want to kill the people of the Demon Sect, you must first pass the level of Zhang Miaomiao. ”

"I also asked Xi to teach me a sword. ”

"You need to kill. ”

"Where to kill and who to kill?"

"It's right there. Mao Jiaoxi pointed to the location of the school and sneered: "Didn't they sneer at you on weekdays, saying that you had lost the face of Wuge." There must be anger in your heart, and I will give you the opportunity to release and kill those who look down on you. ”

Xu Ran was stunned: "Kill them?"

"It's your ability to kill, they die when they die, so naturally I'll wipe your ass. But whether you can kill it or not depends on your own ability, you have to remember that when you kill someone, that person must also want to kill you. ”

Xu Ran tried to explain, but Mao Jiaoxi didn't give him this opportunity, and his tone was fierce: "I never talk nonsense, I don't do useless things, you have a chance to learn a sword if you do it, and if you don't go, you will never be able to defeat Zhang Miaomiao, let alone take revenge." ”

"If you want to learn a sword quickly, there is only this way, I need you to feel death all the time, and I also need you to understand the process of killing, this is my purpose and your purpose. ”

Mao Jiaoxi looked at Xu Ran, who was speechless: "Do you want to learn?" ”

From Mao's words, Xu Ran heard that if he didn't learn, then there was nothing else to learn, he didn't hesitate, and nodded his head.

"There is only one move for a sword, so it is very simple, but the difficult thing is to understand the spirit of a sword. Each inheritor of a sword has a different way of drawing a sword, but their spirit is the same, and you need to experience the process yourself. ”

Mao Jiaoxi pointed the tip of his sword at Xu Ran again: "This is the last time I will demonstrate to you, and it depends on you how much you can experience." As he spoke, the sword was saddled again.

Xu Ran knew that this must be Mao's way of learning the sword, and he was engrossed in waiting for death to envelop him again.

The flow of air seems to be slow, and the space is slightly solidified, which is an illusion, and the reason for the illusion is the mind.

Xu Ran's heart was beating violently, and he tried his best to calm his spirit. As the cold light flickered, he closed his eyes instantly.