"Wind Shield."

Mu Qingxue said silently.

Shen Lang demonstrated this spell to her on the boat, and he cast the spell faster than when he demonstrated it two days ago.

After summoning the blast shield.

Shen Lang quickly chanted the incantation, stretched out his hand, and a small skeleton with bones as clear as jade appeared out of thin air in front of him, holding an ordinary iron sword.

"Huh?"

Mu Qingxue was stunned for a moment:

"Ninth-level Taoist spell 'Summoning Bone Taoist Soldiers'? He has learned another ninth-level Taoist spell?

"Including the Gale Shield and the Soul-Destroying Curse, he has already learned three ninth-grade Taoist arts... and can he be considered a ninth-grade Taoist monk? When he first started practicing martial arts, it took him more than ten days to reach the ninth-grade Taoist level.

…

"Well, why should I say 'talent'? Achieving the ninth level in ten days is already a once-in-a-century martial arts talent! But compared with his Taoist talent, it is still far behind. This guy is really a monster!

"

Just as he was sighing, the little skeleton jumped lightly, the long sword danced with a brilliant halo, and attacked Shen Lang.

Shen Lang also showed off a long sword, which was the hundred-forged black iron sword given to him by Mu Qingxue, and started a ping-pong-pong fight with the little skeleton.

"Tsk..."

Mu Qingxue raised her hands to cover her eyes, as if she couldn't bear to see him.

There was nothing he could do about it, Shen Lang's swordsmanship was too ugly. He was holding a fourth-grade sword, but he was beaten by a slender little skeleton who was only as tall as his heart and only held an ordinary iron sword in his hand.

Of course, the little skeleton's swordsmanship is also really good.

When fighting with Shen Lang, the ordinary iron sword in his hand did not touch the edge of Shen Lang's fourth-grade sword at all. Even if the two swords fought, they only touched the crest of Shen Lang's sword to ensure that his iron sword would not

It was cut off by the hundred-forged black iron sword.

Even from Mu Qingxue's perspective, the little skeleton was already a master of swordsmanship.

Not only does it have very solid basic skills in swordsmanship, but it is also very spiritual in its use of swords and is not rigidly rigid.

Each move came at his fingertips, it was natural, the sword light was light and elegant, the posture was as graceful as a dance, but the moves were dangerous and the murderous intent was deep, which made Mu Qingxue marvel at it.

Well, Mu Qingxue also saw at a glance that the little skeleton was taking care of Shen Lang and was willing to give in.

Otherwise, with its swordsmanship, Shen Lang's sword could be knocked away within ten moves.

"With the swordsmanship of this white-bone Taoist soldier, if it is equipped with a good sword, it can barely stand up to a head-on confrontation with a seventh-grade warrior. It should be given a hundred-forged black iron sword.

"But the white-bone Taoist soldiers summoned by Shen Lang with ninth-level Taoism are actually so sharp in their swordsmanship... Is this a Taoist genius who appears only once in five hundred years?

"None of the Taoist students I have seen in the capital can summon such powerful Taoist soldiers with ninth-grade Taoism. You must have at least an eighth-grade cultivation level to summon such powerful white-bone Taoist soldiers!"
Chapter completed!