Apocalypse Magician

The Empire of the Setting Sun and the Empire of the Rising Sun, who were evenly matched, were unwilling to further expand this war that was originally caused by personal grudges, so the reconciliation negotiations were successfully completed, and the border war that lasted for a year came to an end.

Feng Moxing has made great achievements in the special operations group, and his reinstatement is not a problem at all. However, Feng Moxing chose to retire at this time. Li Xingkong was very puzzled by this. Feng Moxing could indeed be serious when he should be serious, but when he was not serious, people could not tell the difference between him and a scoundrel. Therefore, it was a noble move to resign and go into seclusion in the mountains. It has nothing to do with him.

"Joining the army is to protect the family and the country, and at the same time hone oneself." Faced with Li Xingkong's question, Feng Moxing did not avoid it, "Now that the war is over, it is natural to pursue the goals in your heart."

"The goal in your heart?" Li Xingkong followed Feng Moxing's gaze and looked in the direction of the Supreme City where the church headquarters is located. He recalled the "glorious deeds" that Feng Moxing had shouted countless times that he wanted to marry Mo Xianwu. , Li Xingkong suddenly realized, "Are you going to find that Mo Xianwu?"

"What this and that, she is your future sister-in-law!" Feng Moxing glared at Li Xingkong pretending to be angry, and then suddenly remembered another topic worthy of attention, "By the way, why did you choose to retire? With your military exploits, You can find an official position, but don't tell your senior brother that you have the honor and integrity to resign and retire into seclusion."

"I, I, this..." Li Xingkong chose to retire, naturally because he and Luo Yingxue had been separated for too long. Not long ago, he learned that Luo Yingxue had passed the magic examination and was recognized as the best magician in the entire fantasy continent. Li Xingkong must follow him to college, but it's really hard to talk about the love between children.

"Needless to say, senior brother understands." Seeing Li Xingkong's expression with the word 'lovesickness' written on his face again, Feng Moxing patted Li Xingkong on the shoulder with deep sympathy, "No wonder I worked so hard to save money. , It turns out that I want to hide my beauty in a golden house."

"What kind of beauty is hidden in the golden house..." Li Xingkong originally wanted to run against Feng Moxing, but inexplicably got himself burned, so he quickly brought the topic back, "Tell me, how can you be better?"

"We are in the same boat, and we are really destined to be brothers." Feng Moxing had no choice but to admit this fact, and then finally started talking about something serious, "It's rare that the war is over, and you and I both have time now, so why not follow me back to the master's door, you Also go and meet Master."

"Okay, I'd just like to take this opportunity to formally become a disciple." Li Xingkong agreed, as he should, and tried to lead his martial arts training to the right path as soon as possible.

So, a few days later, Li Xingkong returned to the teacher's gate with Feng Moxing.

From the foot of the mountain where the master's gate is located, you can see a solitary peak rising straight into the sky. Although it is not as tall and straight as the holy mountain outside the high city, it is somewhat more powerful. The vegetation in the mountain is lush and lush, filled with the ethereal fragrance of the midsummer forest. A stone step winds up, as if climbing up the stone step can reach the pinnacle of martial arts that the world dreams of.

At the end of the long stone steps is a courtyard on the mountainside. It seems to be just a residence for ordinary farmers, with nothing special about it. Several green bamboos stand proudly upright in the courtyard, as if they are an extension of the bamboo forest outside the courtyard. It seems that the artificially built houses are also products of nature, giving people a natural and harmonious beauty.

However, Li Xingkong was a little confused: Where is the "door" of the division that was agreed upon?

According to Li Xingkong's previous estimation, Feng Moxing's strength must be at least at the same level as a swordsman in the Battle of Liang Moxing without unsheathing his sword, so as a master, he is likely to be a great swordsman. Master. There are thousands of forces on the Fantasy Continent, but not every force has a great swordsman. Therefore, even if the sect is far from as beautiful as the Holy Mountain Church, it should still be lined with pavilions and pavilions. It would be just a farmhouse like this, and the headquarters of Lu Bugui's killer organization wouldn't be so shabby.

Li Xingkong originally wanted to ask Fengmo the name of the master sect to see if it would deter Xiaoxiao when he traveled around the world in the future. But under the current circumstances, Li Xingkong decisively gave up this obviously unrealistic idea. It doesn't matter if the sect has a small reputation, but if it doesn't even have a name, if asked, it would force Feng Moxing to make one up on the spot, which would be very embarrassing.

Several houses in the courtyard were all simply built with thatched grass. As the two arrived, the door of one in the middle opened. In the ordinary house, there are several ancient paintings hanging on the white walls, some of which are landscapes, pine and cypress, or ink bamboo. The ordinary beds, tables and chairs, although not gorgeous, are very sturdy. The hot tea on the coffee table is still steaming. With heat. The furnishings in the house can be seen at a glance. They are simple and fresh and elegant, just like a hermit.

At the top, there was an old man with a kind face and kind eyes sitting upright. Although he looked older, he was still strong and healthy. And Li Xingkong had a feeling that the person in front of him was not angry and powerful, and his powerful aura naturally exuded, as if his gaze could reach across the mountains. In front of him, Li Xingkong didn't even dare to show the slightest hint of a playful smile. At this moment, his expression was definitely the most serious in his life. It seemed that even when facing Pope Mo Nantian, the number one person in Fantasy Continent, he was no more than this.

"Well, it's really good." The old man looked at Li Xingkong carefully and gave such a comment, which seemed extremely unpredictable, "He is indeed a rare martial arts wizard."

"Disciple Li Xingkong, pay homage to the master." Hearing what the old man meant, he did not deny the fact that he had accepted a disciple, so Li Xingkong quickly performed the ceremony of becoming a master according to the rules.

"Get up, there has never been any red tape in the master's lineage." After receiving the apprenticeship ceremony, the old man officially became Li Xingkong's master, and then pointed to the bamboo forest outside the courtyard, "Master, let me test your martial arts foundation first. Go and chop down one. Black Bamboo, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

Ordinary junior warriors can already cut through black bamboo with a single sword, but Li Xingkong has experienced a year of war and has broken through to the stage of a senior warrior. Now that he has just arrived, he is even more interested in showing off.

So, Li Xingkong walked to the black bamboo forest, but did not draw his sword. He just held everything horizontally. The palm covered with sword energy was like a sharp sword cutting a black bamboo in half. The tall black bamboo struggled and trembled a few times. , then the branches and leaves collapsed, causing a cloud of dust on the ground. Li Xingkong clapped his hands with great satisfaction. The blow was clean and the hard black bamboo fell to the ground. He thought he had perfectly demonstrated his strongest strength at this stage.

"I heard from Mo Xing that you have broken through to the realm of a high-level warrior." However, the master on the side shook his head, "But now it seems that you are not even as good as an intermediate warrior."

"Master, an intermediate warrior shouldn't be able to cut off black bamboo with bare hands..." Li Xingkong, who was waiting for praise, seemed to have been poured cold water on his head. He had also been trained step by step as an intermediate warrior, and he knew what he could do at that stage. To what extent, naturally I am not very convinced.

"Compared to mid-level warriors, your sword energy is certainly stronger." The master's insight was very unique, and he explained the problem in one sentence. "It's a pity that you don't know anything about the control of power."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the master pointing his swords at a black bamboo in front of him. The faint sword energy seemed to penetrate the space, making a sound of sharp energy breaking through the wind. It seemed that everything was an illusion, and only the midsummer breeze blew by. Before even a few bamboo leaves were blown, silence returned.

The black bamboo in front was still standing upright, as if it confirmed that it was just a mistake. However, Li Xingkong was very sure that the master had used power. Although it was only the weak strength of an intermediate warrior, it should not be so without leaving any traces. Walking in front of the black bamboo, Li Xingkong couldn't see any clues with his naked eyes, so he reached out to touch it. As soon as he exerted force, half of the black bamboo fell into the dust instantly.

The broken edge of the black bamboo was as smooth and flat as a bright mirror, but the upper half of the broken bamboo was stacked on top like a stack of plates. It fell down after receiving external force. This shows how pure the sword energy and the control of power are. There is no difference between perfection and perfection.

Li Xingkong couldn't help but secretly gasped. If he faced an intermediate warrior who could control his power like this, he would have no chance of winning. When he was training in Lu Bugui's killer organization, no one told him that while increasing his strength, there was another way to control the sword energy. Maybe Lu Bugui himself was not aware of this level, otherwise he would have reached the top. The swordsman's strength was enough to surpass the level of the great swordsman in that assassination mission that resulted in a fatal disaster.

"Don't be discouraged, no one is born with this." Master comforted Li Xingkong very kindly, "I have been immersed in martial arts for many years before I came to this understanding. As for your stupid senior brother, who has been with me for so long, he is Didn’t even touch the door.”

When Feng Moxing heard this comment, he was surprisingly quiet, without any unconvinced expression, and seemed to express his acquiescence. However, in Li Xingkong's view, the master's words were more of a comfort to him. After all, Feng Moxing could compete with masters of the same level without drawing his sword out of its sheath, which showed that he had considerable attainments in power control.