No wonder the disciples of the Star Picking Sect were surprised, just because the Imperial Sword Technique was an extremely advanced sword cultivation method!

There are more than 10 million martial artists in the world, and sword cultivators are like carp crossing the river, and among so many sword cultivators, there is only one in a hundred who can cultivate swordsmanship!

Swordsmanship is not simply a sword control, if it is just like this, then anyone who is above the spirit realm can do it. But this is a thousand times worse than the real sword fighting!

No matter what kind of sword technique you use to practice the sword, if you want to practice the sword, you must first refine a natal flying sword.

And the swordsmanship is powerful, and it is also powerful on this magic natal sword!

The swords used by ordinary sword cultivators are nothing more than the difference in forging materials. Where iron, fine iron, meteoric iron, or cold iron, etc., the sword is just a tool for the user, and the difference is nothing more than the quality of the tool.

However, the martial artist who practices the art of imperial sword is completely different - the sword is a part of the martial artist's body!

Refining a natal flying sword is extremely complicated, in addition to forging a sword embryo, it is also necessary to use the true yuan to conceive the sword embryo all the time. Let the dead become living things, and become a part of the body of the warrior.

In this process, the energy and time consumed were no less than the cultivation of an ordinary sword cultivator.

Only after refining a natal flying sword can you really start practicing the swordsmanship of the sword technique!

Refining a natal flying sword with such hard work is naturally of great benefit to a martial artist. Each Natal Flying Sword is unique. No matter how good the tool is, it doesn't have your own arms to wield freely!

Whether it is cultivating swordsmanship, sword qi, or comprehending sword intent, a martial artist with a natal flying sword has a great advantage compared with ordinary sword cultivators.

It can be said that any sword cultivator who can practice swordsmanship is not an ordinary person!

If you cultivate low, you will take ten steps to keep your edgeworth, and if you cultivate to a high level, you will take a thousand miles!

Thousands of miles in an instant, taking people's heads, is by no means an empty word!

Refining the natal flying sword, the martial artist who practices the sword art is naturally powerful, but there are naturally drawbacks.

The Natal Flying Sword is like the limbs of a warrior, if the Flying Sword is taken away or destroyed, then it is no different from a broken arm!

However, in the same level competition, what are the chances of being taken away from the flying sword?

Minimal!

This was also the reason why the disciples of the Star Picking Sect were surprised.

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The disciples of the Star Picking Sect on the four peaks were surprised, but Ye Xiaobai was unhappy.

"What a waste! I sold the materials for refining this Natal Flying Sword, and they were all worth more than this Flying Sword. Thrillingly dodging Mo Zijun's flying sword, Ye Xiaobai couldn't help but slander for a while.

This kind of thing is a natal flying sword, and it is worth scoring people.

Mo Zijun's natal flying sword is priceless to Mo Zijun, but for Ye Xiaobai, it is no different from an ordinary weapon.

Others have obtained this natal flying sword, and when they use it, they are not as good as ordinary magic weapon flying swords.

"It's a waste, it's a waste! This guy is not good at refining, but he is refining a natal flying sword! No one wants a fire sale!"

There are very few other sword cultivators who are willing to buy someone else's natal flying sword to use. With this money, it is better to buy a powerful magic weapon flying sword to use.

The more Ye Xiaobai thought about it, the more angry he became, and he felt in his heart that this must be Mo Zijun, deliberately disgusting him!

If you are unhappy, you will not be happy, the battle has to continue, Mo Zijun will not show mercy to his subordinates because Ye Xiaobai is the slightest unhappy.

Mo Zijun's natal flying sword is like a streamer, and he can't see the sword shadow at all!

I only saw a cyan sword light, which struck quickly with a light tail, and Ye Xiaobai dodged it twice in a row. The second time Mo Zijun's natal flying sword directly broke Ye Xiaobai's body protection true element, and directly cut the robe of Ye Xiaobai's right hand.

The disciples of the Star Picking Sect on the four peaks were all thrilling to watch, if it weren't for Ye Xiaobai's timely dodge, he would have already filled two sword wounds on his body.

And the disciples of the Xingchen Sword Sect in the center, except for the woman who was sitting with Mo Zijun before, the rest were all sneering, staring at Ye Xiaobai on the martial arts platform.

Ye Xiaobai at this moment, in their eyes, is no different from a prey being chased by a tiger, victory or defeat is secondary, and if he doesn't die, he is seriously injured!

"Boy, this sword will kill you!"

Seeing that Ye Xiaobai couldn't resist his flying sword at all, and just blindly dodged, Mo Zijun's eyes showed a killing intent.

The flying sword volleyed into the air, and after cutting through Ye Xiaobai's robe, it suddenly turned sharply.

The sword body was wrapped with a sharp sword light, and it turned into a streamer of light towards Ye Xiaobai, who had just dodged aside, and attacked in an instant.

The blade of the sword went straight to Ye Xiaobai's head!

Even Chen Hai and Ma Chao on the edge of their index fingers looked worried, and their hearts rose to their throats.

It is really the killing move of the natal flying sword, and the prestige of the martial artist who practices the sword master!

"Fuck, I don't want to rob you, you're still chasing your Grandpa Bai!"

Ye Xiaobai was already unhappy in his heart, his robe was torn again, and now this natal flying sword was still chasing after him, and his heart suddenly caught fire.

Seeing Mo Zijun's flying sword chasing after him, Ye Xiaobai didn't hide, and stood still.

Seeing this, the disciples of the Star Picking Sect on the four fronts suddenly raised their hearts, as if they saw the scene of Ye Xiaobai's blood splashing five steps and falling to the ground in anger.

Bang!!

A loud bang was immediately followed by a loud bang.

Mo Zijun looked surprised, the disciples of the Star Sword Sect on the center were all stunned, and the disciples of the Star Picking Sect on the four fronts couldn't help but beat their hearts twice.

At this moment, Mo Zijun's natal flying sword fell far on the ground on Ye Xiaobai's right.

And Ye Xiaobai was holding the giant sword he had snatched from Wei Tianjun in both hands, looking like he was swinging a racket.

"The tiger is not powerful, I am really Hello Kitty!

Ye Xiaobai completely used the giant sword as a racket, and directly waved his hands to slap Mo Zijun's natal flying sword to the ground.

Simple, direct, brutal!

Hard resistance, Ye Xiaobai really can't bear the edge of Mo Zijun's natal flying sword, but as long as Mo Zijun's natal flying sword is not so fast that Ye Xiaobai can't react at all, it's not impossible to resist.

"The refinement of the Great Day Golden Body Method is still too slow! If I am equal to this Mo Zijun's cultivation, I don't have to worry about the threat of this flying sword at all, if I cultivate into a golden body, I will be fearless to stand and let this Mo Zijun slash!"

Ye Xiaobai thought secretly.

After a while, Mo Zijun pinched the trick in his hand, and the flying sword on the ground buzzed and trembled, facing Ye Xiaobai, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a cyan streamer again.

"Damn, dare to come!"

Ye Xiaobai scolded on his lips, and almost at the same time as the flying sword attacked, he violently waved the giant sword in his hand.

Bang!

The loud bang was followed by another loud bang.

"It's no coincidence. Looking at the flying sword on the ground, Mo Zijun said secretly in his heart.

Without waiting for Ye Xiaobai to shout, Mo Zijun pinched the trick again.

The flying sword slowly rose, the buzzing sword sound was soft, and the flying sword was volleyed in the air, entangled with cyan sword qi.

This time, he was not in a hurry to attack Ye Xiaobai.

As if accumulating strength, with Mo Zijun's fierce finger, the natal flying sword turned into a cyan streamer, hit the top of Ye Xiaobai's head, and slashed down.

Bang!

Ye Xiaobai swung his sword and directly slapped the flying sword above his head, but this time Mo Zijun's natal flying sword was not slapped to the ground. Only trembled slightly in the air, and instantly attacked Ye Xiaobai again!

Bang! Bang!

Shoot off, hit.

Shoot off, hit.

Shoot off, hit......

As if another person was holding a flying sword to use swordsmanship, Ye Xiaobai wielded a giant sword and clashed with Mo Zijun's natal flying sword.

No matter how powerful you move, Ye Xiaobai's way to deal with it is just one word - shoot!

Two words - slap!

Whether it was the Star Picking Sect or the Star Sword Sect, the onlookers were all surprised-this flying sword, can it still resist like this?

Although Mo Zijun increased his control of the Natal Flying Sword, after a period of confrontation, he did not attack the injured Ye Xiaobai at all.

Controlling the flying sword and fighting with Ye Xiaobai for a while, seeing that he couldn't hurt Ye Xiaobai, Mo Zijun raised his fingers, and the flying sword flew back to his side in the blink of an eye.

Seeing Mo Zijun take back the flying sword, Ye Xiaobai suddenly shouted: "Come on, come again! I'll take a look at the flying one! See if your Grandpa Bai can block it!" After fighting with Mo Zijun's flying sword for a while, Ye Xiaobai seemed to have regained the feeling of playing tennis.

His natal flying sword was crotched by Ye Xiaobai, and Mo Zijun was only slightly surprised, but he didn't panic at all.

"Block my Mo Zijun's natal flying sword like this, you are the first, but you still have to die!"

Looking at Ye Xiaobai, Mo Zijun's eyes flashed with a cold light. “