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Chapter 126 126 Burst
Mo Yuheng immersed himself in the surrounding world, sensing the invisible wind in the air.

Involuntarily changing the spiritual root of his body into a mutated wind spirit root, which is more suitable for comprehending wind spirit energy.

The wind in spring blows slowly and feels warm and comfortable, while the cold wind sweeps in in winter, making people shiver with chills all over their bodies.

There was a tornado howling violently, which intensified.

She is like a ray of wind, sometimes gentle and sometimes manic.

The wind is fast.

The meaning of the Gale Sword Technique is to be quick and fast, as gentle as the wind and as violent as the wind.

"This is the true meaning of Gale Wind Sword Art." He muttered to himself.

Mo Yuheng differentiated a villain from his sea of ​​consciousness, and successfully performed the exercise in one go.

After finding the essence and reaching the basics of the Gale Wind Sword Art, Mo Yuheng is one person who has not practiced like her.

Then let him come out and practice himself to take this opportunity to quickly master this set of sword tactics in this short period of time.

Seeing that Mo Yuheng didn't intend to come out to compete, Yichuan stepped out of the drill first.

One sword stabs out and another sword turns around, the sword is like rain, fast and detailed, coherent, skillful and completely mastering the essence of it.

As a last move, he retracted and put the sword behind his back.

Very confidently stop and wait for reviews.

"It can reach the level of entry, and pass continuously."

Fusang took a sip of tea and said calmly, not showing off.

Hearing such a simple comment, Yi Chuan's face became distorted and unwilling.

If you want to say something, just think about the previous punch that knocked them back a few steps, and shutting up quickly is enough to teach you a lesson, and you don't want to do it a second time.

Wanting to vent his anger on others, he turned his head and pointed at Mo Yuheng: "Stinky girl, you are the last one left, why are you afraid? You dare not come out to compete. I advise you to admit defeat as soon as possible, so as not to lose face at home."

"Admit defeat?" Mo Yuheng looked sideways at the other party.

"If you don't admit defeat to you, what else can you do? You must be self-aware."

It would be better for Yichuan to provoke Mo Yuheng to make her angry and affect the competition.

"Self-knowledge, huh! I, Mo Yuheng, don't admit defeat." After finishing speaking, he didn't have time to deal with the ugly expression on Yi Chuan's face at the moment.

He took out the flying sword from the storage bag, and stabbed with swiftness like the wind.

"Go with the wind."

"The breeze is coming."

"The wind sweeps in all directions."

"The wind and thunder."

"The wind blows the clouds."

Every move and style he used was integrated, and his sword posture was actually integrated in the flowing clouds and flowing water.

With the fury of the wind, with the gentleness of the wind.

The essence of it is proficient so far, and it seems that it is interesting to take out the name.

The three people next to them stared wide-eyed.

Yi Chuan felt incredible, and pointed at Mo Yuheng: "How could she reach this level of comprehension next time, I clearly see that her sword power has only reached [-]%."

It was rare for Xiaoyao to shut up, and a look of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

why it's not me?Why?
The hands were clenched tightly, and they were quietly hidden in the cuffs, and the faint blood flowed and evaporated in an instant.

Mo Jue's eyes were bright, and his mouth was full of applause, and he was not at all jealous because the other party was better than him.

It is the icing on the cake.

It can be seen that he has a broad mind, and sometimes he feels very stubborn, and he still can't turn around without being hit.

Now I finally see the real version of myself, and slowly settle down.

With a faint smile on his face, it's time to let it go, it's time to let it go.

The suzerain's eyes lit up, and he nodded with satisfaction.

I didn't expect this girl to be unexpectedly powerful, no wonder my junior had such a high opinion of her.

All are reasonable and reasonable, rest assured about what Fusang will do.

Mo Yuheng didn't know the shock and facial expressions that his rehearsal brought to everyone.

Stretching out his hand, he stopped instantly.

Holding the hilt in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed towards the ground.

Saluted respectfully, eyelashes drooping.

"The rehearsal has been completed."

It is clear who wins and who loses.

Fusang thought softly and said, "How do you know this essence?"

"Back to the first seat of Fusang, the Gale Wind Sword Jue lies in the speed of a single word in the wind. The only thing that can't be broken in the world is speed. As long as you are too fast, you can truly control the essence."

"Then why do you cast it so fast? So proficient."

"My little girl has practiced swords for many years. She has been practicing swords for several years, and she still has some control over the sword."

"I see."

She really deserves to be the daughter of her junior sister, the talent for sword is so high that it even surpasses her mother.

Even at that time, he couldn't control it so quickly.

The level of proficiency in swordsmanship is divided into four levels: beginner, small success, great success, and perfection.

And Mo Yuheng's first rehearsal directly reached the point where he was almost perfect.

Even when learning swordsmanship, there is no one to point out the maze, and only a set of basic swordsmanship is used to reach such a point.

It can be seen that Mo Yuheng's swordsmanship is so terrifying.

I don't know that Sumeru Realm can find someone to compare with it.

"You did a good job, you won this competition, from now on..."

"Wait a moment."

An excited voice interrupted Fusang's words.

Fusang raised his eyebrows and looked at Yichuan with displeasure.

"roll."

Yichuan doesn't care about it, even if it is death, he must understand that it is not reconciled and persistent: "I just want to know why I chose him. I clearly know that you have met the requirements of the competition."

"You are just a beginner, and she is already a master. Your talent in swordsmanship is indeed very high, but you are arrogant and have a bad mind. Naturally, I will not accept you as an apprentice."

Insanity.

arrogant.

I will not take you as an apprentice.

These words kept circling in his mind, and he would only be unwilling if he was not reconciled.

From childhood to adulthood, everyone protected him and held him in high esteem. Everything was given to him first, and he lived up to everyone's expectations. He was the most powerful and top-notch one.

Even this time the competition far surpassed the other three in terms of cultivation base and sword cultivation level.

Yi Chuan's eyes were red, and he was trembling with anger: "You are a teacher..." You are not worthy at all.

Before he could say these words, his body felt severe pain and his head hadn't reacted yet.

The whole person flew upside down and fell heavily outside.

He covered the surging internal organs in his chest sideways, and finally spit out a mouthful of blood.

He was very unwilling to stare at Mo Yuheng hard.

Fusang was looking at everyone: "The competition is over, you two go back."

"Yes." Mo Jue and Xiaoyao didn't dare to make any sense, and didn't dare to show their air.

Unexpectedly, the angry Fusang Zhenjun would attack the juniors regardless of their feelings, let alone they are geniuses with single spiritual roots.

Regardless of the family or even the sect, they would treat them like treasures, and they would not even be willing to beat and scold them.

And Fusang Zhenjun has this strength, and others dare not make a sound with this method.

But Yishan, the elder of Yichuan outside, quit: "Sovereign, please give us an explanation. Let's come over and compete. I didn't expect that Fusang Zhenjun would dare to do anything to a genius with a single spirit root, and he even crowned the junior with a crow False charges, isn't this going to destroy Yichuan?"

The anger at what he said came from an elder's love for the younger generation.

(End of this chapter)