Chapter 43 Battle Intuition

It was raining cats and dogs, just as Feng Xiaozongling was discussing uneasily. Inside the dense forest, there was a slim figure standing in front of more than a dozen corpses.

It seems to be a woman, and her body looks like a phantom like a fog. She has a pretty face, and in her star-like eyes, she is looking around with great interest.

Those corpses have been completely charred, except for some wounds, it is really impossible to see anything from them.

However, the outline of the altar is still there, and the broken and fallen branches and leaves around it can also prove that there has been a fierce struggle here.

It was obvious that the person who dealt with the traces here and those corpses hadn't really put his heart into it.

The woman's eyes, however, fell on a corpse of a medium build from beginning to end. His eyes rolled and he smiled slightly.

"It seems to be killing the soul with a sword, but it is specious. Is this a maze? Interesting, I came out this time, and I really saw interesting things."

The girl laughed for a while, then raised her head again, full of curiosity and bewilderment.

"It seems to be a congenital-level strong person, and it seems that it's just a matter of inner breath. Who is this person—"

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On the running carriage, Zong Shou sneezed suddenly, feeling a chill all over his body, which made him frown.

Usually when he feels this way, it often means an ominous omen, something bad is about to happen.

"Could it be that my previous arrangement was self-defeating?"

Ning Mei pondered for a while, Zong Shou denied this judgment. Using the corpse and the camouflage of the scene, the 'innate master' concocted is the best to scare those people, and it doesn't matter if it doesn't scare them.

Shaking his head, Zong Shou continued to focus on the matter in hand. In front of him was a yellow talisman with bloody lines drawn on it like a ghostly talisman.

But if you look carefully, you can find that these lines are very similar to the last word "luck" in the twelve talismans of Tianfu Taishan.

It's just that these strokes are crooked, but they are even more unbearable than those written by a three-year-old child.

And Zong Shou's delicate eyebrows were also curved at this moment, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

"This celestial talisman seed can actually help me draw a celestial talisman—"

This dao talisman was actually not successful, and failed in the last step. However, in Zong Shou's feeling, the reason why he failed just now should be just a lack of soul power.

Without hesitation, Zong Shou took out all the beast soul stones, together with the eagle in the seal.

But before that, there was something else that required him to worry a little bit.

"Wrong! When striding, lean your body half an inch to the left! Raise your right arm by three points—"

Beside Zong Shou, Su Chuxue was dancing her sword, repeating a few simple gestures. After hearing Zong Shou's words, he moved immediately, but his small mouth was slightly raised, and he was a little dissatisfied.

"Young master, you didn't even look at it just now! How do you know that Xue'er is wrong?"

Zong Shou didn't even lift his head, and laid out a piece of talisman paper calmly.

"Nonsense! People who practice martial arts, see all directions with their eyes and listen to all directions. If you say you are wrong, you are wrong! You are the one who said that you want to ask me about sword skills, so you don't listen to your master so soon?"

Chuxue's breath was suffocated, and then she straightened her small chest: "Then why does this sword have to be tilted half an inch, and the right arm has to be raised by another three points? What kind of sword theory is it based on? It's just an immortal guiding the way. Everyone practiced like this!"

Zong Shou sighed softly, and he knew that this little cat would not be easily convinced.

Putting down the pen in his hand, he lifted up an ordinary fine steel sword beside him, and Zong Shou then smiled slightly.

"That's good!"

Just when Chuxue looked awe-inspiring and showed vigilance. Zong Shou's figure suddenly flickered. From stillness to movement, with one step, the sword light has already stabbed obliquely.

It was obviously the same movements as hers before, but with a slight change, it added a bit of inexplicable charm. It was as if a strong wind was blowing, and the light of the sword had broken through the limits of what human power could achieve. Just hearing a sharp scream, the sword was already in front of her.

The bluish-white blade even reflected a few beams of brilliance, shining towards her eyes. For a moment, he couldn't see clearly anymore, the sword force coming through the air.

With a sharp sound of 'Keng', Chu Xue stepped back ten steps. A small face, which has turned into the color of paper, stared at Zong Shou with lingering fear.

At the last moment, she finally blocked the sword. But the huge force coming straight from the sword made her almost unable to hold the sword. The right hand holding the sword, even now, is still trembling slightly.

If Zong Shou's internal energy was stronger and his sword speed was a little faster, this sword could kill her!

"This is really a fairy guiding the way, young master, you didn't lie to me?"

Carefully recalling every movement of Zong Shou just now, it took a while before Chuxue confirmed that the sword before was indeed guiding the way by an immortal. The bloodless cheeks immediately flushed red again.

"Can this be fake?"

For some reason, Zong Shou's expression also fluctuated somewhat. The gaze towards Chuxue was even more strange. But fortunately, he calmed down just by counting breaths.

"Understood? A slight change in posture may mean that the strength of the force and the speed of the sword will also increase or weaken accordingly. However, this sword technique is not static. Wind speed, terrain, and even light are actually all There is something to use!"

Chuxue nodded if she understood something. There were stars in his eyes, and Zong Shou's eyes were full of admiration and admiration.

Zong Shou secretly smiled, this sword style, in this era, is called Immortal Guidance, and there are many other names. But ten thousand years later, they will be collectively known as small stepping slanting stabs.

After more than 10,000 years, the verification and summary of countless martial arts, combined with human body mechanics, has improved this formula one after another, which has surpassed the so-called "immortal guide" by a lot.

In terms of sword theory, it is far above this era. It is more than enough to frighten this little girl.

But Zong Shou didn't show the slightest bit on his face, he still had a straight face: "Understood, then practice the sword according to what I said!"

Chuxue panicked immediately, and raised the sword again, in a well-behaved manner, in the same way of "immortal guiding the way". But this time, according to Zong Shou's request, it was exactly the same.

Sure enough, it was a howl of a sword, surpassing Zong Shou in terms of sword speed and strength. At the tip of the sword, there is even a little bit of suffocation, which makes the sword more fierce and incomparable.

Chuxue was stunned at first, and then a little joy appeared on her face, and she looked at Zongshou with more and more reverence.

Zong Shou also nodded slightly, put down the sword slowly and turned around, and continued to pick up the wolf hair brush. But before writing, he hesitated slightly. After a while, a wry smile appeared on that handsome face.

"But Xue'er, you only need to learn and practice those martial arts secrets in the future. Don't bother with sword theory, boxing theory, etc. You don't need to learn from me anymore—"

"Eh?"

Chuxue's sword stopped again, this time it was really strange. With a look of grievance on his face, Xuanran wanted to cry: "Young master, don't you want to teach me?"

"It's not that I don't teach, but that it's useless to teach. Xue'er, do you know what intuition is?"

Seeing that Xue'er was still puzzled, Zong Shou sighed again, remembering the sword that he expected not to be blocked not long ago.

"Xue'er, just now, did you instinctively know that you have to do that in order to block me? This intuition can also be said to be fighting instinct, fighting intuition. In other words, Xue'er, you are better than those brainless monsters who only fight on instinct." Beast, even more powerful. What kind of swordsmanship and boxing theory, martial arts secrets, are all scum in front of you, Xueer—”

Su Chuxue nodded in a daze, she was a little happy to be praised. Then it was full of black lines: "Young master, you must be turning a corner and calling Xue'er stupid than those monsters, right?"

Zong Shou couldn't help being speechless, with a look of surprise on his face: "It's rare that you, Xue'er, have figured it out!"