Apocalypse Magician

So, in the following time, Li Xingkong spent his magic power to treat the wounded during the day, and followed the master Feng Moxing's unique skills at night. He seemed tired, but he was very happy.

It must be said that Li Xingkong was very interested in Sword Intent and often pestered Feng Moxing to practice from late at night to early in the morning. Feng Moxing was so sleepy that he slept until the sun was shining and missed several rescue operations. An important meeting, which aroused dissatisfaction and almost went to Mo Xianwu to report it.

Li Xingkong, on the other hand, was full of energy. It seemed that he was more energetic after practicing martial arts all night. He went to Luo Yingxue early every day to start the rescue work together.

Finally, the last day before returning to school arrived. This was the moment Feng Moxing had been waiting for for a long time. He said goodbye to the evil star Li Xingkong and no longer had to work so hard.

And Li Xingkong, influenced by his master's supreme secret knowledge, gradually understood the concept of sword intention, which seemed to have once again opened up a new world of martial arts, and there were indeed signs of faint signs of breaking through the Great Swordsman.

So, on this last day, Li Xingkong once again asked Feng Moxing for advice to test the results of his cultivation during this period.

"No need to say more, let's take action." As soon as he arrived at the training ground, Feng Moxing raised his sword and attacked directly. Anyway, it's the last time. Let's make a quick decision. I have to go back to sleep. I really don't know what kind of medicine this Li Xingkong has taken recently, so he is so energetic.

Li Xingkong drew his sword to meet him, and he used every move to attack and defend, and gradually gained the momentum of Feng Moxing.

The moves of the two are similar, sometimes fierce, sometimes elegant. To outsiders, it looks like a performance.

Feng Moxing became more and more frightened as he fought. He never expected that Li Xingkong had such talent, and that he could completely evolve his swordsmanship in such a short period of time, even to a slightly higher level.

This time, the swordsman's strength was used to fight against each other. From the beginning, he did whatever he wanted to now, but now he is unable to do what he wants. This also aroused Feng Moxing's fighting spirit.

"Watch the move!" Feng Moxing shouted, his sword spun around, and several sword energy struck straight away.

Li Xingkong jumped up in the air, turned sideways, and barely avoided it. Suddenly, he had an idea and followed the trend with his sword, making a circle and slashing out diagonally.

In an instant, the sword energy swept across the earth like a stormy wave. The sword wind roared past, picking up earth, rocks and flying gravel, and spread out along with the smoke and dust.

Feng Moxing felt the overwhelming force of the weather coming over him, and the surrounding air seemed to solidify, restraining his body. He had no choice but to instantly increase his strength to the level of a mid-level swordsman, and forcefully opened a gap, and the scattered sword energy hit the mountain wall. on, leaving deep cracks.

"Well, not bad, I guess you won half the battle today." Feng Moxing put away his sword and turned around, preparing to go back to sleep.

"Senior brother, you only used the power of a swordsman, so I should lose." Li Xingkong always felt that he was not victorious.

"In the last move, I broke through with the average strength of a great swordsman. Below this, I should not be able to withstand it." Feng Moxing was very impressed by this move, "I didn't expect that in such a short period of time, I could You have cultivated your master’s secret skills to this point. But in the future, you’d better not use that move unless it’s a critical moment, otherwise you’ll get into trouble.”

However, Li Xingkong was immersed in the joy of his rapid improvement in strength at the moment. He didn't listen to the second half of Feng Moxing's words at all, and he didn't know why he got into trouble.

By the way, this last move is so sharp, what should I name it? Li Xingkong was worried about the name of the move again. Well, let’s call it “Flying Immortal from Heaven” for the time being.

"It's almost time to rest, let's compete again." Li Xingkong is still not finished. He always lost in the past, but now he can finally win half a move. Naturally, he has to win back a few more times to combat Feng Moxing's arrogance.

"Ha~~yup, um, I'm sleepy, go back to sleep." Unfortunately, Feng Moxing didn't give Li Xingkong this chance. He pretended to yawn, ignored it, and then turned around and walked back to the tent.