Fix your sister's fairy

The necromantic puppet's two-handed swordsmanship is extremely smooth, and Mo Yi has no room to counterattack from the left and right, only the retreat of the beaten person is extremely depressed.

Mo Yi's right-hander, the blood sword held in his right hand swings the sword skillfully and quickly, compared to the rusty left hand, I don't know how skilled it is, and the necromantic puppet grasped Mo Yi's shortcomings and began to attack his left hand, which made Mo Yi gradually begin to hang colors, and several times he was almost really pierced by the necromantic puppet.

As the attack and defense slowly followed, the necromantic puppet seemed to have discovered that Mo Yi could always catch his killing moves hidden in the storm at a critical moment, so he stopped the attack and retreated a few meters.

"Distance?" Mo Yi's heart sank, this was the first time that the necromantic puppet had pulled the distance by itself, and usually this kind of distance was to be enlarged.

As expected, the necromantic puppet slowly sank down, and the hands that turned into swords emitted purple arcs of electricity, which gradually spread all over his body, and the next moment the necromantic puppet disappeared in place.

At the same moment, Mo Yi's pupils constricted and he instantly lowered his head, his entire body bent ninety degrees, and a sword qi with a purple arc swept over his head, leaping hundreds of meters and smoothly cutting a piece of 100-meter ice floes, and at the same time exploding several feet of water.

"What the hell!" Mo Yi was shocked and angry.

"Here we go again!" the Blood Sword reminded.

Mo Yi turned around with a sword, but his whole person seemed to be standing in front of the dragon's bloody mouth, and there was an earth-shattering dragon roaring at him.

"I!!" Mo Yibu burst into foul mouth, he felt that the whole person was stunned, and the hand holding the bloody sword was also shocked and bleeding, and his whole body trembled.

"At least the ground-level swordsmanship, depending on how you fight. The Blood Sword said with some schadenfreude.

"I will be able to base the swordsmanship, how can I fight?" Mo also had a headache, he was fighting back and forth with those few moves, where was it like other monks, what sword slashed out and appeared the phantom of the desolate beast, and what sword slashed out of the illusion of mountains and seas, he slashed back and forth, slashed, slashed, and slashed......

"That's because you haven't really touched the true meaning of the sword! Your stupid master can't teach people, so he directly throws the true meaning of the sword in your face, this kind of thing in the way of the sword, at first you have to see the mountain is the mountain, the water is the water, then the mountain is not the mountain, and the water is not the water, and finally it is back to the basics, the mountain is still the mountain, and the water is still the water. The Blood Sword kept whispering in Mo Yi's ear as if chanting a scripture, "And your master is looking at the realm of mountains and not mountains, and seeing water is not the realm of water, and this is what I taught you, but I don't think it's cool for you to use half-hung sword intent to cut people all day long?"

"Damn, when is it?

In the roar, Mo Yi ate another sword, this sword still carried a deafening dragon groan, and at the same time, Mo Yi felt that he was directly whipped by a real dragon, and the bloody sword almost came out of his hand, and his whole person was directly beaten and flew out.

"Then you call Uncle Grandpa, I will teach you the Eight Swords of the Necromantic Ying Dragon, this swordsmanship is a top-grade swordsmanship at the ground level, and it is also a swordsmanship that this necromantic puppet was proud of before his death. "Bloody robbery said with bad intentions.

"Don't scream, don't scream!" Mo Yi also resisted a sword aura with purple thunder and lightning, and his black hair was scorched and his hair was fried.

"Call grandpa, this thunder sword technique, I you. Bloody Sword Yin said with a smile.

"No! Scream!" Mo Yi gritted his teeth and resisted the necromancer's sword, this sword was like a real dragon roaring angrily and biting the bloody sword, and the sword qi continued to splash and cut through Mo Yi's body, leaving one bite after another.

"This is the third sword, and then the fourth sword should be broken by the dragon, I see if your grandfather is still called. "The old man who watched the fire and smiled from the other side of the blood sword was happy.

Mo Yi swept around and found that the necromantic puppet had disappeared, and he quickly contacted the name of the sword technique in the mouth of the Blood Sword, and looked down at the sleep under his feet.

"I ......"

Before the next word was finished, the water under Mo Yi's feet swirled, and a hideous faucet formed by water condensed rushed out of the water to resist Mo Yi's ascension to the sky!

Mo Yi superimposed the two swords of the Blood Sword and the Demon Sealing Sword together to resist the water dragon surging under him, he could sense that the water on this water dragon's body was full of sword intent, if he was swallowed by these waters, it was tantamount to tens of millions of sword blades would cut him alive!

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"Ahhh

"The fifth sword, the cloud dragon descends from the sky...... If you think about it, you're likely to die with this trick. The voice of the bloody sword sounded lazily.

Mo Yimeng looked up, only to see that the floating clouds in the sky had appeared an abyss-like whirlpool at some point, as if they were going to swallow it all day, and there was a faint dragon roar in the deepest part of the whirlpool.

Slowly, a gray-white dragon head poked out of the whirlpool, and the floating clouds in the sky swirled and shaped the dragon's body, and the dragon's head roared at Mo Yi on the water for hundreds of meters.

000

In the distance, hundreds of monks of the Transcendent Period stared at the cloud dragon roaring with their heads raised in the sky, and an unquenchable fear arose in their hearts, which is the power that the Transcendent Period can resist?

And Zhao Madness and Li Shusheng stared at the cloud dragon with a dull gaze, they knew that if it was themselves under the dragon, they would die, ten deaths, no life.

And at this moment, under the cloud dragon.

"Hey, big brother, you're not a swordsmanship, this is a spell! It must be a spell!" Mo Yi wanted to cry without tears, this was different from the swordsmanship he learned!

"It's normal for a certain level of swordsmanship to drive the vision of heaven and earth, this is only the fifth sword, is your grandfather called?" said the blood sword jokingly.

"No! Scream!" Mo Yi gritted his teeth and said coldly, he mobilized the mana in his body and stood up and looked up at the huge and hideous cloud dragon in the sky, he could feel a sharp will in the deepest part of the cloud dragon, although it seemed to pierce his eyebrows from thousands of meters away.

"Oh, do you want to do it. The bloody sword looked at Mo Yi interestingly.

I saw that Mo Yi took the Blood Sword and the Demon Sealing Sword back behind his back, and his right hand slowly raised his index finger to condense a dazzling light that could not be seen directly, and half of the majestic mana in the sea of qi was actually condensed in it.

"Break!star!finger!"_

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