The Age of Magic Cards: Summon the Silly Hair King at the beginning

Xie Xiao's movements were very light, and he didn't wake up the beauty in his arms. Every time it was just him and the master, she would play wildly.

Putting the somewhat messy quilt back on the master, Xie Xiao's new day has begun!

After washing up, ordering some breakfast, and leaving enough portions for the girls, Xie Xiao walked to the training ground stepping on the morning light.

At this moment, the training field is not as hot as usual. After all, here they don't need a lot of training like ordinary soldiers to strengthen their physique which is extremely weak compared to the magic card.

As a special force, every member here has the same physique, let alone a "crazy" captain like Li Wanqing leading the team.

Furthermore, there is not only one training ground for Immortal Blade, there are many other training grounds that are more carefully differentiated and can cultivate specialized skills.

More people's choices are basically there.

"morning."

Xie Xiao heard the reputation, and it turned out that Mo Yin with a gloomy demeanor greeted him.

In general, his impression of Mo Yin is quite deep. As far as that temperament is concerned, Xie Xiao thinks that the most suitable position for him is not a soldier, but a killer.

"morning."

Although he was a little surprised that this apparently indifferent person would take the initiative to greet him, Xie Xiao still smiled and nodded in response.

Finding a place quite far away from Moyin, Xie Xiao stood in place, closed his eyes, and his aura gradually changed.

When he opened his eyes again, the black pupils were already as deep as a cold pool.

Only in the state of mind aggregate, inch strength, no, or shape aggregate can truly exert its own power.

Picture: My King Under the Lights of Thousands of Houses.

Chapter 340 Four Wushuang will not...

Although this is the first time he has applied the mind aggregate to the form aggregate, but in the state of "stopping water", his mood is extremely relaxed.

"Whoo~"

Xie Xiao stood in a loose posture, with his left hand behind his back and his right hand stretched forward, in a quite natural gesture of starting with a lot of strength.

And when Xie Xiao moved, Mo Yin also cast a surprised look.

Although from yesterday's battle, he knew that Xie Xiao's strength was very strong, but that was also because of the existence of the legendary magic card.

As for him, the card master himself, Mo Yin didn't know much about it.

But just the artistic conception contained in this starting gesture already made him have to look sideways at it.

Gradually, he stopped the movements he was practicing, and stared at Xie Xiao without blinking.

Falcon, Falcon, Swift...

The more he practiced, the more Xie Xiao could realize the difference between when he only used the "Inch Strength" boxing method and now, if he had to say it.

That's the difference between having a form without a god and being infused with a soul.

Naturally, the power is not the same. If the user does not have the heart, Cun Jin is at best an incomparably exquisite boxing technique.

But in the hands of those who have the heart, it is a great terror enough to break mountains and seas.

With every move, Xie Xiao's aura became more and more dusty. He was clearly wearing a mighty military uniform, but somehow gave him the elegant feeling of wearing a white robe.

"Whoo~"

Bring your hands back to your dantian, close your momentum!

Xie Xiao let out a long breath slowly, this set of inch-strength punches not only didn't make him tired, but on the contrary gave him a feeling of refreshment.

"Sorry, I didn't intend to steal your boxing skills..."

Mo Yin came back to his senses from that indifferent mood, and for the first time ever there was a little more apology on his usually indifferent face.

If this scene was seen by other people in the first team, they would be so shocked that their eyes would drop.

"Anyway, you didn't mean it, so there's no need to feel sorry."

Xie Xiao waved his hand, expressing that he didn't care.

After playing this round, he finally realized how huge the gap between pure form and form combined with mind is.

"Then, can you have a fight with me?"

He looked up in surprise, only to see wolf-like fighting intent flashing in Mo Yin's eyes.

"Hurrah."

A harmless smile appeared on Xie Xiao's face, and it happened that he still needed a practice hand.

"right here?"

"right here."

Mo Yin didn't intend to talk too much nonsense, a short knife appeared in his hand, probably no longer than an arm's length.

Under the sunlight, the pitch-black blade did not reflect light from the edge, but instead devoured the light like a black hole.

This is a knife specially made for assassination, and it is also the most suitable weapon for Mo Yin.

Facing Mo Yin who was clearly serious, Xie Xiao would naturally treat him with the same attitude.

"Construct, start."

Green veins stretched along his arm, and a glove similar to Taixu's Grip gradually emerged.

Whether it's the red feathers that seem to be flying at any time, or the luxurious and mysterious golden patterns, they are no different from Fu Hua's pair.

It's just that the "domination" power contained in it is missing.

But for the current scene alone, this is enough.

"Please advise!"

This voice seemed to have completely sounded the gongs and drums of the battle.

Mo Yin's figure flashed, and four or five shadows similar to his figure came towards Xie Xiao like ghosts.

"This kind of temptation is unnecessary."

Xie Xiao smiled and narrowed his eyes, neither dodging nor avoiding.

The speed that is almost teleporting in the eyes of ordinary people seemed to slow down in his eyes, and he held down a shadow that was rushing the fastest with one hand.

"Inch Strength·Strong Bamboo!"

A powerful uppercut blows the shadow's entire head off.

"Inch Strength Moju."

Xie Xiao seemed to stretch his arms naturally and brushed against other shadows, and those shadows exploded one after another as if they had been hit by some irresistible blow.

The corners of Mo Yin's eyes twitched imperceptibly. Although the intensity of those shadows was not as strong as his own, he still felt that if he was found, he would have a chance.

I'm afraid that my fate is not much better than these shadows.

After weighing the dagger in his hand, Mo Yin stopped this useless temptation, and rushed straight over.

The eerie light pierced Xie Xiao's face.

"I thought you were going to open Wushuang..."

Xie Xiao muttered something that Mo Yin couldn't understand, but he could still hear the disappointment in it.

"Inch Strength · Shocking Wind."

A strong wind hit "Mo Yin", but there was no fear on his face.

The opportunity is coming!

A sharp beam that seemed to hide all the sharpness approached Xie Xiao's neck.

"You lose...?!"

One hand directly grasped the pitch-black blade, and the overwhelming force was almost irresistible.

The pitch-black short blade is even more impenetrable!

But even though the blade was caught, Mo Yin did not panic, instead a smile appeared on his face that the plot was successful.

Sly Killing Formation, Secret Blade!

Both the Mo Yin in front of him and behind him turned into black water at the same time, wrapping around Xie Xiao's hands like tarsal maggots.

The life-like black water spread rapidly, wrapping around Xie Xiao's neck and the deadly parts of his heart purposefully.

"`~Tsk, there really isn't a simple one."

Xie Xiao looked a little helpless. He admitted that when he first touched the short blade hidden behind him, he really thought that Mo Yinqian was at the end of his skills, and his heart relaxed a little.

However, that doesn't mean he has no choice.

"Void Sword Qi."

The sharp sword energy spewed out from every pore of Xie Xiao, so precise that it pierced all the "black water" without hurting his clothes.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

The "Black Water" exploded as if facing a formidable enemy, and quickly retreated to a distance, recondensing into Mo Yin.

It's just that Mo Yin's face is a little pale at this moment, and there is still blood on the corner of his mouth.

The remaining Taixu sword energy was rampaging through his body like a dump truck, raging crazily.

"The second round has begun."

Xie Xiao squinted his eyes, and at some point on his shoulder, a golden red sword (of Qian's) that was half as tall as more than half a person appeared on his shoulder.

Mimic Xuanyuan Sword!

"Sword Opening Style: Thunderbolt!"

The violent sword energy slashed towards Mo Yin like a thundercloud, and Mo Yin, who was already injured, tried his best to raise the short knife in his hand, and greeted him.

His strength is not limited to assassination techniques!

At this moment, Mo Yin is like a kite whose thread has been broken by a thundercloud, dangling under the endless thunder, as if it will be completely subverted at any time.

Although his eyes could not keep up with the speed of Xie Xiao's sword swing, the fighting consciousness he had cultivated for a long time allowed him to resist all kinds of sword qi from tricky angles even with his intuition alone.

Xie Xiao raised his eyebrows, he couldn't help being a little surprised that Mo Yin, who was obviously an assassin, could hold up for so long under his wide open and close swordsmanship!

"Sword Unleashing Style: Crescent Moon!"

The fierce knife light traced a dangerous trajectory in the air, and Mo Yin's pupils shrank to the smallest at this moment!

Picture: Liya is also beautiful today.

Chapter 340 The fifth full-strength black ink

Assassination Technique·Concealment!

At the critical moment, Mo Yin placed the dagger in front of his chest.

The bleak, moon-like sword light slashed on the dagger with unparalleled power.

"Ding!"

Accompanied by a crisp sound, Mo Yin's body instantly turned into a pool of black water like ink, and the biting sword wind still forced the pool of black water to fly backwards.

slap-

The scattered black water condensed Mo Yin's body on the ground again, but at this moment he was half kneeling on the ground, and a sword mark across half of his body had already appeared on his chest.

"Ha ha…"

Mo Yin panted heavily, and quickly tapped his chest a few times with his fingers.

The blood flowing out like a stream quickly stopped.

slam-la-

The Mimetic Xuanyuan Sword in Xie Xiao's hand also cracked into pieces and fell to the ground along Xie Xiao's fingertips.

After all, the constructed Xuanyuan Sword was no match for the one in Fu Hua's hand. To be honest, it was beyond Xie Xiao's expectation to survive until the final sword strike.

But it doesn't matter, as long as it has magic power, there are as many things as there are.