Urban Witcher

Yuan Chen pretended not to see Ye Xiaomu and Chen Xiaoxu, and said to Wang Xiaobao, "You made a big fuss at the venue last time, do you want to do it again today?"

Wang Xiaobao hurriedly waved his hands: "Not today, I am not your opponent, and I am not a human priest, but my two brothers may not accept it."

He stretched out his arms, put them on the shoulders of Ye Xiaomu and Chen Xiaoxu respectively, and said, "Yuan Chen, you are not the only one who can decide the magic world. I won't say anything about the nasty things you did to my two brothers before." Yes...but today you say they are human priests, and tomorrow you suddenly say no, and they are all here today, you have to give an explanation."

Yuan Chen said calmly, "What do you want to say?"

"Wang Xiaobao, you are a second generation, you think our Eight Sons Alliance is afraid but you will fail? If you want to explain, come to me, I will explain to you for senior brother Yuanchen!"

Zhang Yu suddenly stood up from the auditorium and helped Yuan Chen out.

After him, several members of Shuangjue Bazi stood up and booed.

"It's your turn to perform."

Before Ye Xiaomu was ready, Wang Xiaobao pushed her to the aisle between the seats.

Sensing everyone's gazes, Ye Xiaomu was a little shy, but remembering his mission, he had no choice but to calm down and said to Zhang Yu: "Let me learn!"

Zhang Yu laughed contemptuously, turned around and walked to the square.

Yuan Chen walked up to him and whispered something in his ear, Zhang Yu nodded.

Ye Xiaomu also came to the square, turned around and glanced at his friends, Su Yan applauded lightly to cheer him on, Chicken also poked his head out of the schoolbag in her arms, and gave him a thumbs up (if the chicken has Thumbs), and the others looked at him stupidly.

I can't do it anymore.

Ye Xiaomu took a deep breath and walked towards Zhang Yu.

"There is one quality in you that I admire." Zhang Yu put his hands together and looked at Ye Xiaomu with a smile, "It's courage. You are very courageous. You dare to come here even if you have a deep background. But no one else can help you single out this kind of thing. I won't save face for you."

"I'll take it as your compliment."

Zhang Yu laughed loudly, the two arms hugging his chest suddenly opened, revealing a jet-black flying sword hanging in the middle of his hands, this flying sword is very small, only the length of a human finger, but it radiates cold light and looks sharp Bibi, under the control of his hands, flicked slightly, and flew towards Ye Xiaomu.

He is a sword master.

The name sword master sounds like a powerful profession in fantasy novels. In fact, it is a very rare profession in the magic world. The natal magic weapon is controlled by one's own cultivation, and hurts people in the air.

So this is a "long-distance profession" in the magic world. If you want to defeat them, the best way is to attack them personally. Ye Xiaomu still knows this common sense, but the sword master is not a fool who waits for someone to get close to him, just like at this moment, the flying sword is entangled in front of him, attacking from multiple angles, making Ye Xiaomu tired of coping, and he can't even take a step. I can't walk, let alone rush to the front of others.

Moreover, this flying sword looks small, but its power is huge. Every time it strikes, Ye Xiaomu has to use seven or eight percent of his true energy to resist. He is in a hurry and feels like he is about to lose.

Many members of Shuangjuebazi made mocking boos from the sidelines.

"Xiao Mu, this flying sword is four or two strokes of a thousand catties. The user follows the momentum and guides the energy. It doesn't take much effort on his own, but it is a ground-breaking attack on you. You have to find a way to touch him!"

Su Yan's shout came from behind.

Then there was another burst of laughter.

In fact, Su Yan didn't need to remind Ye Xiaomu to realize this. He knew that Zhang Yu's realm was similar to his own, and his combat experience was richer than his own, but judging by the strength of each attack of Feijian, he must use seven or eight percent of his true energy to control, but now Zhang Yu is His face was completely relaxed and comfortable, without any feeling of weight.

So this is probably the characteristics and advantages of Feijian.

It was Ye Xiaomu's first real confrontation with Feijian, and he was a bit jerky at first. After understanding the principle, he calmed himself down and observed the situation carefully, mainly the trajectory of Feijian.

After being forced to attack another ten times, he finally escaped the flying sword's attack for the first time.

"Well, it's okay."

Ye Shaoyang and his party hid in a relatively high jungle outside the palace wall, watching the battle.

Seeing that Ye Xiaomu had started to adapt to the fighting rhythm, Lao Guo couldn't help showing off to Ye Shaoyang.

"I'll go, what do you have to show off with me, as if it's your son."

"I taught it! Of course I am proud."

Sibao also praised: "If you want me to say that this kid doesn't look stupid at ordinary times, but when he really fights, his mind is still very clear. This is like you."

"I still have to practice." Ye Shaoyang grinned, seeing Ye Xiaomu's progress so fast, he was naturally happy.

During their conversation, Ye Xiaomu gradually got used to the situation and found a way to avoid the flying sword. He could dodge six or seven out of ten attacks, and then he began to think of ways to get closer to Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu's complexion sank, and he couldn't help adding a bit of true energy to the flying sword. The speed of the flying sword suddenly increased to a level, so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye, and it seemed that several flying swords were flying together in an instant.

Ye Xiaomu felt the pressure again, thanks to the Tiangang step taught by "Senior Wu" at this time, it worked, otherwise even if he could see the flying sword clearly, his body skills would not be able to keep up.

He continued to approach Zhang Yu.

However, as the distance gets closer, the maneuverability of the flying sword becomes stronger and stronger. Zhang Yu no longer pushes himself too hard, and controls the flying sword without distraction, using the speed of the flying sword to continuously form various sword formations. No problem, but he has to keep looking for gaps to move forward, otherwise this situation will continue for a long time, and it will become a competition of true energy.

That's the most troublesome thing. My hard power may not be much stronger than Zhang Yu's, and the consumption of Tiangangbu must be greater than that of Zhang Yu's flying sword. Once I consume too much qi and slow down, the situation will become more dangerous.

Ye Xiaomu felt like an assassin in a battle game,

However, there is a price to be paid for this kind of adventurous closeness. Caught off guard, Ye Xiaomu was also scratched with many wounds by the flying sword. Fortunately, most of them were skin traumas, which did not affect his ability to move, but instead strengthened his determination to win.

Zhang Yu started to back away to keep a safe distance from Ye Xiaomu.

Unknowingly, he retreated to the edge of the fence, and there was no way out.