Apocalypse Magician

The rescue work continued until late at night, but he did not feel tired at all. Together with Luo Yingxue, he treated the wounded. Li Xingkong was full of happiness.

However, one thing began to bother Li Xingkong. It seemed that he was the weakest among the people he knew.

Needless to say, Yueying's power is difficult to find her opponent below the Saint level; Mo Xianwu is the pinnacle of the upper magisters, and it is only a matter of time before he breaks through the bottleneck of the great magisters; Feng Moxing seems to have the strength of an average swordsman. However, it seems intuitively that his real combat power is more than that; Luo Yingxue was slightly behind due to the lack of training resources, but now she has become a lower-level magister; as for Mei Haishuang, Li Xingkong always felt that she was not as simple as she seemed on the surface. .

"Junior brother, it's time to relax now." When Li Xingkong was looking up at the night alone, Feng Moxing came behind him.

"Yeah." Li Xingkong didn't say much. At this time, he was more thinking about how to shorten the strength gap as soon as possible.

"What's wrong? Do you feel that your strength is not enough?" Feng Moxing expressed his understanding of this state of mind, "Why don't you try a few moves with your senior brother to see if you have been lazy recently."

"Haha, it's just what I want." Li Xingkong didn't know how to release this depressed mood, and martial arts competition was a good way to vent his feelings.

So a moment later, in an open space a little away from the tent, Feng Moxing stood with his sword in hand. The sword was still unsheathed, but his momentum was already full.

"Attention, watch the moves!"

Feng Moxing shouted loudly, and then walked with his sword. The continuous sword moves seemed to move like clouds and flowing water, carrying the sound of wind and attacking Li Xingkong.

Feng Moxing's moves seemed to come from his master's martial arts, yet they were transcendent, familiar yet elusive.

Li Xingkong resisted with the same sword move, but there seemed to be invisible pressure coming towards him. The hand wielding the sword seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds, and the moves he used were stiff and awkward. Every time he took the sword, his whole body felt a faint pain.

Feng Moxing's sword moved forward in a flurry of movement, and suddenly the long sword pointed at the sky and struck down with a long roar.

Before the sword energy arrived, the sword wind had arrived. Li Xingkong seemed to have seen the legendary war period. A generation of martial gods held the Xuanyuan Divine Sword and faced countless dark evil spirits in front of him. Destroy all darkness.

"Junior brother, you lose." Feng Moxing put away the scabbard that had been cut in front of Li Xingkong, and gently put it on his shoulder.

"Ah..." Li Xingkong finally regained his consciousness, and the sense of oppression disappeared, and he realized that he was breaking out in cold sweat and his clothes were already soaked through. However, it was too shameful to admit defeat like this, so he always had to find some excuse, "Senior brother, at least you are a swordsman. , if you fight against a swordsman like me, it would be weird if you don’t win.”

"Really? It seems that I only used the power equivalent to that of a high-level warrior just now, right?" Feng Moxing touched his chin and put on his signature pose.

"Huh? It seems to be true. This, how did you do this?" Li Xingkong was suddenly startled. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be true, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

He only defeated the swordsman with the power of a high-level warrior, and the heavy feeling of oppression was not the same even when he was an intermediate warrior in high school and witnessed the great swordsman's moves.

"Your sword skills are full of sword moves but no sword intention. If you continue like this, you will definitely be mediocre." Feng Moxing stood with his hands behind his hands and began to teach seriously, "The rating of warriors in Fantasy Continent. It is just a way of positioning power. However, power does not represent real strength, although today, most martial arts are only superficial."

"What about the Six Dark Skills of the Killer King?" Li Xingkong originally wanted to ask about the Xuanyuan Sword Technique, but with the death of the God of Martial Arts, this peerless martial arts has been lost, and it doesn't make any sense whether to mention it or not.

"I have to admit that the Killer King's martial arts still has some technical content." Although he was commenting on the recognized second master in Fantasy Continent and the number one martial artist today, Feng Moxing still didn't speak highly of it, "But this time If a person is too murderous, it will be difficult to reach the top."

"Ah?" Li Xingkong instantly felt that his three views were ruined. Regardless of what the Killer King was like, he was so disdainful by Feng Moxing when it came to his martial arts strength and the peak of the holy rank. "Does it mean that you have reached the advanced level?"

"Huajing? Well, you have just started. As for you kid, you didn't even look at the door." Feng Moxing was quite satisfied with his understanding of martial arts. "There is still some time before the start of school. If you practice hard, , it is possible to break through the realm of great swordsman."

"Then what are you waiting for, hurry up!" Li Xingkong couldn't help but be ecstatic, although he knew that even if he successfully broke through to the realm of the Great Swordsman, it would still not be enough.

"Okay. In fact, your previous accumulation has been quite profound. It's time to improve your level a little." Feng Moxing took out a book and held it in both hands, "Then, senior brother will officially teach you the secret of this sect. Supreme Martial Arts, that, that...forget it, you can come up with a name yourself."

"..." Originally, at this sacred moment, Li Xingkong was seriously thinking about whether to pay homage to his ancestor, but when he heard Feng Moxing's last words, he was really speechless.

Taking the book in Feng Moxing's hand, he saw that it was old and simple, as if it had an aura of sacredness and majesty derived from ancient inheritance.

Although the cover is so damaged that there is no name on it, it still looks pretty awesome. Li Xingkong thought in his heart. I need a mighty and domineering name, let's call it "Super Invincible Starry Sky Sword Technique".