The heavy rain poured, just in Feng Xiaozong Ling, in the uneasiness of discussion. Inside the jungle, there is a sly figure, standing before a dozen bodies.

Like a woman, the figure looks like a fog. The shape of the face is good, and the star-shaped scorpion is very interested, looking around.

Those bodies have been completely burnt, and apart from some injuries, they can't really see anything from them.

However, the outline of the altar is still around, and the branches and leaves are broken. It can also be proved that there has been some fighting.

It is obvious that the person who handled the traces here and the corpses did not really use the heart.

The woman’s gaze is from the beginning to the end, all falling on a medium-sized corpse. The eyes circulated, slightly smiling.

"It seems to be a sword and a soul, but it is plausible. Is this a mystery? Interesting, this time, it is really interesting to see."

The girl smiled for a while and raised her head again, full of curiosity and confusion.

"It seems to be a congenital powerhouse, and it seems that it is only the internal interest." Who is this person?"

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On the running carriage, Zong Shou suddenly sneezed, only to feel that the whole body was a cold, and he frowned.

Usually when he has this feeling, it often means an ominous sign, and something bad is going to happen.

"Is it my own previous arrangement, and it happened to be awkward?"

Confused with a little contemplation, Zong Shou denied this judgment. Using the corpse and the on-site camouflage, the ‘congenital master’ that can be produced can scare those people to be the best, and it doesn’t matter if they are scared.

Shaking his head, Zong Shou continued to focus on the things in his hands. In front of him, is a yellow symbol with a **** line resembling a ghost.

But if you look closely, you can find these lines, and the last ‘transportation’ word of the twelve-day symbol of Tian Futai is similar to seven points.

It’s just that this stroke, twisted and twisted, is even worse than the words written by three-year-old children.

Zong Shou’s delicate eyebrows are also curved at the moment, and the eyes are full of surprises.

"This Tianfu seed actually helps me draw the heavens -"

This one is actually not successful, and the final step is defeated. However, in the feeling of Zong Shou, the reason why he failed will only be a lack of soul power.

Without hesitation, Zong Shou took all the beasts of the beast and the eagle in the seal.

But before that, there was something to do next to him that required him a little trouble.

"Wrong! When stepping, the body is tilted to the left by another half inch! The right arm is lifted three more points -"

Just beside Zongshou, the first snow is dancing swords, and it is repeated, it is a few simple postures. After hearing the words of Zong Shou, the action immediately picked up, but the small mouth was slightly tilted, and some were dissatisfied.

"Less master, you haven't seen it clearly! How do you know that Cher is wrong?"

Zong Shou did not lift his head, and he calmly placed a piece of paper.

"Nonsense! People who are martial arts, look at the six roads, listen to all directions. Say you are wrong, it is wrong! It is you who wants to ask me for sword art, so don't listen to the master's words so soon?"

The first breath of the snow, and then the small chest: "Why is this sword, tilted half an inch, the right arm should be lifted three more points? What is the sword? Is it just a kind of immortal guide? Everyone is so trained!"

Zong Shou sighed, he knew the kitten, not easy to convinced.

Put the pen in his hand down and turn up the ordinary steel sword next to him. Zong Shou then smiles.

"That's optimistic!"

When the first snow looks stunned, it shows the color of vigilance. The body shape of Zong Shou suddenly disappeared. From quiet to moving, one step, the sword light has been stabbed.

Obviously, before and after her, there were almost no different actions, but only a slight change, it was a little more inexplicable charm. It seems that the blast is shaking, and the Jianguang has broken through the manpower to reach the extreme. He only listened to a sharp scream, and the sword is already in front of her.

The blue-and-white sword reflects a few brilliances and shines on her eyes. For a time, I couldn’t see it anymore.

The sound of ‘铿’ was sharp, and the first snow was back ten steps. A small face has become a paper-like color, and I have a lingering heart, staring at Zong Shou.

At the last moment, she finally blocked the sword. The huge force that can be seen from the sword can make her barely hold the sword. The right hand of the sword, still until now, is still shaking.

If Zong Shou's internal interest is stronger, the speed of the sword will be faster, and this sword can kill her life!

"This is really a fairy guide, do you not lie to me?"

Carefully recalling every movement of Zong Shoufangcai, straight through a long while, the first snow was confirmed, the sword before, is indeed the fairy guide. The bloodless cheeks immediately turned red.

“Can this still be fake?”

I don't know why, the look of Zong Shou is also somewhat uncertain. Looking at the eyes of the first snow, it is even more eccentric. But fortunately, just counting interest, it calmed down.

"I can understand? A slight change in posture may mean the size of the output, and the speed of the sword will increase or decrease with it. However, this sword technique is not static. Wind speed, terrain, and even light are actually There are places available!"

If the first snow is realized, it seems to nod and understand. The starry sky in the eyes, looking at the eyes of Zong Shou, all admire the color of worship.

The code is a secret smile, this sword style, in this era, is called the fairy guide, in addition to many other names. After 10,000 years, the unity is called a small step.

After more than 10,000 years, the verification summary of countless martial arts, combined with human mechanics, has improved beyond this so-called ‘仙人指路’.

From the sword, it is far above this era. It’s more than enough to hold this little girl.

However, Zongshou’s face is not obvious, and he still has a face: "I understand, then I will practice the sword according to what I said!"

When the first snow was suddenly flustered, and the sword was lifted up, it was a ‘仙人指路’. However, this time, according to Zong Shou's request ~lightnovelpub.net~ is not bad.

Sure enough, it is a sword scream, both sword speed and strength, have surpassed Zong Shou. At the tip of the sword, it is even more invisible, and the sword is even more fierce.

The first snow was first smashed, and then there was a bit of joy in the face, and the look of Zong Shou was more and more revered.

Zong Shou also slightly decapitated, slowed down the sword and turned it around, and continued to pick up the wolf. However, before the pen was written, it was slightly hesitant. After a long while, on the handsome face, there was a bit of smile.

"But Cher, in the future, the secrets of martial arts, you only need to learn to practice. So what is the sword, the boxing, and so on, don't pay attention to it. You don't have to learn from me again."

"Eh?"

The sword of the first snow, once again stopped, this time is really strange. A face of grievances, stunned: "Less Lord, you don't want to teach me?"

"It’s not that I don’t teach, but it’s useless to teach. Cher, do you know what is straight?”

Seeing Cher is still incomprehensible, Zong Shou is a sigh, remembering a sword that was not supposed to be blocked in his predictions.

"Snow, you just said, is it instinctive to know that you have to do that to block me? This sense of straightness can also be said to be combat instinct, fighting intuition. In other words, Cher, you are more than those who only fight instinct. The beast, but also more powerful. What swordsmanship, martial arts, righteousness, in front of Cher you are **** -"

Su Shiqiu nodded in confusion, was praised, and some small delights. Then there is a black line: "Less master, you must be turning and bending in the snow, are you stupid than those monsters?"

Zong Shou could not help but scream at the strange color of his face: "It’s rare, you are actually heard by Xue!"