Mistress, she has to be my master

Jianfeng flashed as fast as thunder. Facing the Jiuxian, Wen Jiayin didn't dare to hold back at all, because there was a gap in strength, and even if she tried her best, she might not be able to do a few tricks under her hands. Can be eaten as a pig!

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" In just a split second, there was the sound of three weapons colliding in the air. One was a spiritual treasure made of all kinds of treasures from the heaven and earth, and the other was a slender willow branch that was folded casually. Not only did the willow branch not show any scratches, but it shook the sword in Wen Jiayin's hand so much that he almost dropped it.

"Speed, it's interesting." Jiuxian turned his head slightly to avoid the sword energy, but even if she called the interesting speed, it was still very slow in her eyes, "Have you not comprehended the sword spirit yet?"

Wen Jiayin really wanted to say, sword intent, something that many sword cultivators have spent their entire lives pursuing but failed to comprehend, has it become a bad street in Jiuxian's mouth?If you say this sentence, you will be beaten, little master uncle!

The several attacks were all taken back lightly by the Jiuxian with a bamboo branch, Wen Jiayin had to speed up the operation of the exercises, the fire spirit power gathered in the body rapidly, and the fire spirit power beside her even solidified and vaguely showed its form.

Wen Jiayin calmed down and focused all her attention on her sword. It is true that she did not comprehend the sword intent, but after comprehending her master's sword intent every day, it was not that Wen Jiayin had no comprehension at all.

Concentrating and calming down, resonating with the sword in your hand, this is the first step to become a real swordsman.

The ghost knows that Wen Jiayin, who lived in a materialistic worldview for more than 20 years in her previous life, felt her head explode when she heard this sentence. She didn't have any thoughts about this mysterious and mysterious thing.

According to Xin Yun, if he couldn't resonate with the sword, then the sword Wen Jiayin swung would always be a dead thing, something outside of him.

Xin Yun intends to teach, but Xueshen has good grades, but it does not mean that she is good at teaching others. Xin Yun is a genius at learning swords, and she felt something in her heart when she touched the sword for the first time when she was young. This talent is envy Not coming.

When Xin Yun taught Wen Jiayin, she tried to describe it as clearly as possible, but Xiaowen only felt that there was a dimensional wall between him and his master, and he saw flowers in the mist, and the more he looked, the more flowers became...

Wen Jiayin was very depressed, and even wondered if she really didn't have the talent to learn swords, and considered whether to learn something else. Her master was hailed as the number one swordsman, and as an apprentice, she couldn't even get into the school. Go, it would hurt Master's reputation too much to speak out, it's nothing for her to be laughed at, but if Master is implicated by her and is pointed out by outsiders, then she will feel really uncomfortable!

Especially when she heard that the master often comforted herself, saying that she was talented, and she didn't need to rush and take her time, she felt even more guilty.

Only Xin Yun knows that Wen Jiayin's inability to find a way out has nothing to do with her talent. She has a talent for learning swords. After respecting what should be said, she let Wen Jiayin figure it out on her own.

In the end, Wen Jiayin had also achieved extremely high attainments in the way of the sword. If she hadn't fallen prematurely, she might be able to rival her.

However, Xin Yun didn't know exactly how Wen Jiayin comprehended it in her last life, so in the end, she had no choice but to choose the most stupid method, which was to comprehend it in an actual combat environment.

If you can't do one game, you can play two games, and if you can't do two games, you can play three games... At Wen Jiayin's stubborn request, this sparring lasted for three days and three nights. The state of mind finally resonated with the sword, bursting out with powerful power.

After that day, Wen Jiayin finally obtained her own sword power, which was exactly the opposite of her master's sword power that could freeze everything with a single strike. Her sword power could feel the scorching heat even before she got close.

"Hey, your skills are quite good." Jiuxian noticed that the spiritual power of Wen Jiayin had not weakened but was rising steadily. According to common sense, Wen Jiayin's spiritual power should have consumed a lot. It's all "real". This kind of abnormal situation, if nothing else, it's because of the specialness of the practice.

Wen Jiayin, who had regrouped, launched a stormy attack again. The sword that seemed to be swung normally had actually been superimposed several times. Although it still couldn't do anything to Jiuxian, it was okay to make her a little irritable.

As soon as Jiuxian's leisurely breath wavered, Wen Jiayin's opportunity came.

Jiuxian pulled out another bamboo branch, and there was a hint of the sword intent that had been baptized by countless killings. Wen Jiayin immediately concentrated his spiritual power on his feet, and jumped into the air to avoid the blow.

Wen Jiayin, who is only in the Qi training period, does not have the ability to fly, and her movements will be greatly restricted in the air, and more flaws will be exposed. Jiuxian understands this very well, so he is going to give Wen Jiayin a small pain.

However, she obviously underestimated the little girl in front of her. The moment Jiu Xian raised her head, she found herself surrounded by illusory sword shadows composed of dozens of flames.

"Haha, this Wanjian Guizong is a little pitifully rare." Jiuxian recognized Wen Jiayin's move at a glance, and laughed out loud. This sword skill was not popular at first, after all, after dividing his power The formation of countless swords will reduce the power a lot, and for the average person's consciousness to control so many swords at the same time will cause great pressure, so this sword skill has the name of tasteless, nothing but handsome practicality.

It wasn't until the time when the Yaozu attacked, when Xin Yun directly wiped out one of the Yaozu's army with a move of Wanjian Guizong, did the world understand that the rubbish is not sword skills, but people who can't use other people's power.

But Jiuxian felt that Wen Jiayin's move was very unwise. These scattered powers were not enough to tickle her, and it was useless except for wasting spiritual power. It was better to gather together and take advantage of her unpreparedness to kill her.

Jiu Xian waved his arms, the spreading spiritual power should have directly shattered all the sword shadows, but the sword shadows disappeared, but she didn't feel any contact with the real thing, no, it was a phantom!

She looked up, and sure enough, the person who should have been in the air had disappeared.

The fiery temperature appeared on her left, and the sword in Wen Jiayin's hand ignited a dark flame. She secretly said sorry to Jiuxian, this fire might burn her a little bit!

This was the only gap, and Wen Jiayin also knew that her own strength could not harm the Dao body of a monk at the same level as her master, so when she swung her sword down, she showed no mercy at all.

The flame and sword vibrated, causing ripples in the surrounding space. This was a blow that could kill a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment period. Wen Jiayin thought, what can make Jiu Xian take a step back?

However, the old man Jiuxian didn't evade, and directly caught her sword with his left hand.

Wen Jiayin could only give a wry smile when she grabbed the sword with almost all her strength, the gap was too great.

Then she discovered a bigger crisis, the sword was caught by Jiu Xian, and she couldn't pull it back at all!Master Uncle!Don't you think it's hot?

A strong thrust came, and Wen Jiayin was thrown out with a sword.

Jiuxian stared blankly at the flames still burning in his hand, she had seen this unique burning sensation as if biting her own flesh and blood once.

Such a flame... such a flame!It's that person's fire, there's nothing wrong, never wrong!

She once again looked at Wen Jiayin who was holding a sword and wanted to come by herself, maybe she was crazy, no, she was crazy, since she died, she was crazy!Why is this weak disciple who can be strangled to death by raising her hand so similar to that person!

Jiuxian didn't stop, and Wen Jiayin could only continue to attack, but she didn't notice that Jiuxian's eyes had changed.

In her eyes, Wen Jiayin has been replaced by another figure. That person... or that unknown existence also used such a sword burning with terrifying flames to easily fly her away and take away her Taoist companion. There was no trace of the corpse, and the scar burned by the flames still remained on her body.

She has been doing nothing these years, but she has never stopped looking for the trace of that person. She wants to find that person, kill her, and get back her lover's body!

Yes, kill her!

The slender bamboo branches fell to the ground, and a dark red long knife that looked like blood clotted down with a terrifying murderous intent. Wen Jiayin seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood flooding the world, and the strong smell of blood made her feel nauseous unconsciously. .

Wen Jiayin has never experienced a real life-and-death struggle. In the killing intent that Jiuxian can almost turn into reality, she can hardly even raise her sword to resist.

"Dang!" The knife collided with the sword, half of the bamboo forest was shattered, and half of the bamboo forest turned into ice sculptures.

Jiuxian's crazy behavior has already stimulated Xin Yun's reason to become fragile when Wen Jiayin is involved. The other party's killing intent is real, and she actually wants to kill Ayin in front of her?

Fortunately, before Xin Yun's eyes were also tainted with madness, her sleeves were pulled, and Wen Jiayin's trembling voice behind her brought her back to her senses.

"Master? What happened to Master Uncle?"

The author says:

感谢在2022-02-0600:55:43~2022-02-0700:20:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 52600328, 1 piece of Huo Dan;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Ming Mingming; 427473583 bottles; 2 bottles of a few; 1 bottle of Nightmare and xyh;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!