"Thank you, Taoist Master He, for your generous advice last time. Blessings and Infinite Heavenly Lord!"
Zhang Wenfeng cupped his fists and returned the gesture to express his gratitude. He did not expect that He Guangjun, who had a weird temperament, would test him in this way.
People should not be judged by their appearance, and the arrogant guy becomes insidious and equally shameless.
He Guangjun's eyes brightened, and he extended the invitation with his characteristic dry smile: "It's not necessary to say thank you verbally, why don't we learn some sword skills!"
Taoist priest Mo immediately took a look at the tall and tall strange Taoist priest with great interest.
It is a common thing for Madman He to find someone to spar with others. Throughout the year, he either spars with others or is on the way to spar with each other, regardless of his or her level of cultivation. However, there are only a handful of people who can explain the "swordsmanship" of the sparring.
Zhang Wenfeng looked at the guy across from him who even invited a sparring match with such unique words. Then he thought about it. He would not suffer any loss, and there was no profit involved. He won or lost. It didn't matter to him. Maybe he could learn one or two exquisite swordsmanship skills. He said seriously. : "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders. Let's discuss three moves like last time. Master He, please lower your cultivation level to be like me. I can use any method..."
He never likes to be vague when doing things, and he always negotiates the terms first.
Even if he doesn't care about winning or losing, he won't do anything where he is obviously at a disadvantage and has been cheated. The other party's cultivation level is too much higher than his.
"Sparse swordsmanship, everything else is the same as last time."
He Guangjun emphasized that he was happy to see the hunter.
Zhang Wenfeng nodded, secretly admiring this guy's sharp vision. He didn't know what method he used, but just by testing it like that, he could tell that his swordsmanship had greatly improved.
"This place is big enough, please ask Brother Mo to be a witness!"
He Guangjun said to himself, then pulled out the silver sword from behind, staring closely at Zhang Wenfeng who pulled away and drew the sword. This time, he did not rush to attack, but began to gather momentum.
The others stepped back on the snow, and Wu Qianping sent a message to warn: "Brother Zhang, be careful and protect yourself!"
The men in each room heard the masters competing with each other with swords and swarmed out to the corridor to watch.
The two people in the field were in almost the same posture, raising their swords flatly, with the sword tip pointed forward, and the sword's brilliance was not visible.
Neither of them wasted Yuan Qi in advance. They both stood half-way, looking casual and natural.
The blade of the sword remained motionless, with the slightest breeze pulling it towards the tip.
"Okay, you learned well!"
He Guangjun praised dryly, stepped lightly on the snow with his left toe, and suddenly shot out like an arrow. The tip of the silver sword pierced the air, leaving a circle of turbulent afterimages. The attack was extremely fast, and he was the first to attack.
Zhang Wenfeng remained motionless, took a step back, twisted his wrist, and turned the sword over.
"Ding-dang" there was a sound of intensive fighting. Two figures advanced and retreated, retreating seven or eight feet from the middle of the field. The strong wind blew up snowflakes. One attacked quickly, the other retreated decisively. Two sword shadows Straight lines intertwined and collided constantly.
Zhang Wenfeng silently recited scriptures to purify his mind, and in the face of strong pressure, he raised his perception to the extreme.
The sword and hand feel almost integrated.
With the mind calm, the hand control of the sword becomes more and more subtle, and the wrist is swung in a small range. The sword is like a snake, moving and following the shape.
In a short period of time, he slightly changed his moves and struck countless times to block the opponent's attacks.
However, he couldn't get rid of the opponent's simple and domineering flat thrust.
He Guangjun's sword style was slightly faster than his. The sword edge moved slightly up, down, left and right to resolve his resistance. Every step was stuck at his rhythm point. He competed with each other step by step, and his sword took the lead, which made him extraordinarily special. Feeling aggrieved and uncomfortable, I had to continue to retreat.
For the first time, he realized firsthand the importance of sword cultivators competing to gain the upper hand.
He was suppressed very passively, and the sword in his hands failed repeatedly, which also aroused his desire to win.
Seeing that he was about to slide back to the edge of the field, and that there was no way to retreat, he immediately took advantage of the opportunity to retreat with his sword. The sword swung like a snake to break away from the entanglement. Then he suddenly stepped forward and stabbed forward. He used "Feihua-->>
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"Style" changes.
The sword light blooms brilliantly, and in the middle is a one-hit kill, majestic, and full of wonders in the middle.
"good!"
He Guangjun's eyes sparkled, and he stabbed him with his sword.
The two swords struck each other, and there was a "clang" sound, and the sword tips were stuck in the air.
The power concentrated on a single impact and exploded. Their clothes rustled, their hair flew, and the snow on the ground nearby shattered into powder, swirling outwards.
Zhang Wenfeng felt happy when he saw that the new usage of Feihua style he had figured out could compete with He Guangjun, and they were evenly matched. He had only just a short time to understand the "hand-in-hand" realm of swordsmanship, so he was very satisfied with this result. .
After about a breath, a huge impact came from the tip of the sword.
Zhang Wenfeng didn't expect it. He could no longer resist and his feet slid back, and the flying trick was abandoned halfway.
He Guangjun paused, yelled "The third move is coming", and lunged forward.
The sword suddenly changed during the stabbing, and the shadow of the sword whirled, covering a six-foot area, making it difficult to distinguish the true and false. The sword wind was like cutting, and the momentum rolled towards the direction of the repulsed Zhang Wenfeng.
Taoist Priest Mo knew that Madman He was an expert in swordsmanship, and it was the first time he had seen such power, so he shouted: "Don't do anything stupid!"
That young Taoist priest was asked by the senior officials of Xuanyun Temple and Dengtian Tower.
He has made many meritorious deeds in a short period of time, and the head of Daolu Branch of Yuanyang County has noticed it.
He was making secrets on his hands, and dense air gathered between his fingers.
No matter what, we can't let crazy He, who is neither serious nor serious, hurt Zhang Guanzhu, who is about to use his magic skills to rescue him.
A scream was heard.
Dots of green light in the air suddenly turned into countless green wood thorns, shooting at He Guangjun from three directions. They were densely packed and unknown, and rolled up the snow foam on the ground to collide with the sword shadow.
Daochang Mo's eyes showed surprise. He underestimated Zhang Guanzhu who was in trouble.
Although this level of spell counterattack couldn't deal with Madman He in the Jianwei realm, it caused a little trouble for He Guangjun and was enough to gain a breather. By then, the three moves had been passed and the sparring ended naturally.
What a great opportunity to turn into an exquisite mind!
Zhang Wenfeng would not be so rigid and must use swordsmanship to compete with the opponent. Since the opponent obviously did not use the strength of the late stage Huaqi Realm, so why did he use his magical power in a small way?
His left foot had already reached the stone steps at the edge of the field, and there was no way he could retreat.
Facing the aggressive sword that he couldn't resist, he used the magical power of "A Thousand Turns and a Thousand Returns Curse" to fight back.
With the urgent sound of "ding ding ding", Zhang Wenfeng retreated to Taoist Mo. With a wave of his sleeves, the first wave of remaining green thorns disappeared, and there were two more waves that did not need to be used. He smiled and said: "He Daochang is a master of swordsmanship. , I am ashamed of myself and admit defeat!"
He Guangjun was also a strange guy, but he asked: "Did you see clearly?"
Zhang Wenfeng thought for a while and nodded: "I can see a general idea. It's too fast, and the sword light wanders erratically. Daozhang He, what you just used was the second level of sword cultivation, 'Integration with the Body'?"
He saw a faint sword light from the rolling sword force, disappearing and disappearing in the waves of sword shadows, leaving no trace.
It was precisely because he was unable to resist that he used his magical power to resolve it.
When He Guangjun heard the words "wandering", he knew that the other party had really seen it.
A signature dry smile appeared on his face, and he twitched the corners of his mouth and said: "It's still a little bit close. I've touched a little edge, but unfortunately I haven't been able to break through." This is the reason why he is looking for people to compete with each other, hoping to break through the situation with a fight and close the sword. : "It would be great if you concentrated on swordsmanship. Your swordsmanship talent is pretty good."
This was the second time he praised Zhang Guanzhu's swordsmanship talent.
It's a pity that opponents are hard to find.
No matter how advanced a Taoist guy is, he wouldn't even bother to say a word.
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