Seeing that he could not break the opponent's continuous momentum, Xianyunke waved his slender floating sword with his right hand to twist and twist, and punched out of the air with his left hand. The swordsman not only practiced swordsmanship, he also practiced some other methods.
The strong wind gathered and hit Zhang Guanzhu's chest with a "bang" sound, and he would be saved if he attacked.
Zhang Wenfeng turned sideways and retracted his sword by more than a foot, easily breaking away from the opponent's sword stranglehold. He also avoided Xianyunke's flying punch. The sword followed him, drawing an arc and stabbing through the gap on the side.
The tip of the sword is sharp and full of murderous intent.
It's still a flat thrust, but the direction has been changed, so that it is connected with the sword in front without distinguishing each other.
He already has his own unique understanding of the use of flat spines.
Almost everything can be transformed into a flat thorn.
Xianyunke's attack failed, and he had to take two steps back to avoid the sudden sharp edge. He turned the sword's edge like white catkins, and the sword light swept over him. He found a way to break the opponent's strange and difficult sword.
Zhang Wenfeng retreated, sheathed his sword, cupped his fists and said, "I give in!"
Only then did Xianyunke realize that he was standing just a little outside the drawn line, and he was forced out of the circle.
The sword light, as elegant as white catkins, dissipated in the air, and he was immediately speechless. He was so aggrieved.
Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the few apprentices standing at the top of the steps to watch the battle, and gave an approving smile. He just had to see the opportunity and not be pedantic. Otherwise, he was short and couldn't keep up with their speed. What would he be watching on the ground stupidly?
He glanced at the two older boys Wei Jingjie and Tie Jinlin on the sidelines, and smiled and nodded, without criticizing their honesty.
Just follow your original intention and it will be done. What's wrong with that?
The future talents of Taoist temples cannot all be smart people. They must have mature and prudent people. After careful training, they can be like ballast stones, able to hold steady at certain critical moments and not be too violent and cause the ship to capsize.
The little girl who screamed was so frightened that she quickly covered her mouth and shrank behind the little girl next to her.
The delicate little girl who was pinched by her was so angry that she secretly pinched Shui Qingru's waist gently. With so many people watching, she was startled by what they were saying.
Xianyunke shook his head and looked very unconvinced, and said shamelessly: "Master Zhang, let's have another one?"
Yun Qiuhe spoke at the right time and said: "Master Xian, wait until later. Guanzhu Zhang still has to save his energy to deal with two games. You can calmly figure out the reason for the defeat just now. Don't be in a hurry to compare."
Before Xianyunke could say anything more, he was glared at by Cen Sanlin. No matter how unconvinced he was, he had to hold it in his heart. If he challenged the challenge according to the rules, he had to admit defeat according to the rules. Xianyunke retreated angrily.
Du Huijian watched a one-sided sword fight. She drew her sword and stepped forward. She opened her hands and found two swords of different lengths and sizes. She made a hand salute. The two swords moved forward and backward, and she jumped with her feet. , with a dancing figure, rushed to attack Zhang Guanzhu on the opposite side.
"Sword dance skills!"
A glimmer of light flashed in Zhang Wenfeng's eyes. He had seen descriptions of this ancient sword skill in ancient books.
It is said that it evolved from the sword formation and added the rhythm of dancers, absorbing the essence of various sword techniques and forming many schools. It looks graceful and beautiful, but in fact it is full of murderous intent.
Talking with others without leaving home is also a way to increase your knowledge.
He held the sword in one hand and responded with simple flat and diagonal thrusts, while turning his feet in circles to look for the opponent's weaknesses.
From time to time, there was a slight "ding-dong" collision sound. The opponent had two swords, one for offense and one for defense. It was impossible for him to go straight in like he could with a single sword. The opportunity was rare, and he also wanted to see the reality of sword dancing skills.
Two groups of sword lights of different sizes were colorful and brilliant, covering the woman's gentle dancing posture.
The two of them chased and attacked each other in circles, with cold light radiating from all directions.
In just a short moment, there were no less than a hundred blows exchanged. The fine sword energy and the strong wind of Yuan Qi collided and spattered on the wheat drying field. There were traces of small pits on the ground. The two of them were protected by Yuan Qi magic, so they would not be harmed. Scatter attack effects.
The apprentices who were watching the battle with wide eyes from above were stunned.
They saw the female Taoist Priest dancing with two swords in such a gorgeous and beautiful way that water could not splash into the water, and they longed for it, wishing that she could be as powerful as that.
Shui Qingru was only focused on the cyan sword light that was wandering and attacking.
In her heart, Guanzhu's swordsmanship is the most powerful among all.
"Xiaoya, that female Taoist priest's swordsmanship is so beautiful!"
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The pretty girl came closer and whispered.
"What's the use of looking good? Can it block the master's move of 'immortal guiding the way'?"
The little girl thinks that the name of this sword move sounds much better than the flat thrust.
After all, she still liked this kind of name that sounded different and had a fairy-like air to it. She retorted casually, then suddenly reacted, reached out and pinched the soft flesh of the little girl's waist, and threatened in a low voice: "Shang Qingyun, did you tell me otherwise?" You must call me by my nickname, but you still do it!"
"If you don't scream, don't scream...it hurts, let go, I screamed!"
"That's pretty much it."
"Xiaoya."
The pretty little girl shouted in a low voice and slyly hid among the male apprentices on the other side.
Shui Qingru pinched an empty space, raised her small fist to demonstrate, and returned her gaze to the field.
After seven or eight circles, the two groups of sword lights suddenly retracted and crisscrossed towards Zhang Guanzhu. Silks of silver sword energy appeared in the air, flashing like fish, and surrounded the retreating Zhang Guanzhu.
In the blink of an eye, the situation changed drastically. Cen Sanlin's eyes were fixed on Zhang Guanzhu to see how he would respond.
This style of "Mysterious Net" is Du Huijian's unique skill. She can use the Mother Sword to inspire the "Sword Dance Skill" of the initial sword formation. She uses the sword formation to release strands of sword energy, trapping the opponent in her sword energy net. In the cocoon.
It is to break through the encirclement and break through the sword energy in one direction.
Or confront her head-on, surrounded from all sides?
No matter what the situation was, it was already a trap, unless He Guangjun had the swordsmanship to break the Mysterious Sword Formation with one sword, and regain the opportunity to stab her.
In the past, no matter whether it was a sword cultivator or a monk who challenged her, by the time she used the sword formation, the outcome was basically decided.
Unless he attacks her from the very beginning, he will not give her a chance to form a sword formation.
Zhang Wenfeng stood still, turning a blind eye to the surrounding sword energy. He silently looked at the two lines of scriptures and ancient seals on the ancient scroll of the Sea of Consciousness. There were fluctuations of golden light and brilliant colors. He did not activate his sword power, but just borrowed a special sword intention.
He held his sword upright and slashed forward. He wrote with the sword like a brush and slashed downwards.
The sword formation and sword energy used by the opponent with the help of sword dance skills was indeed clever and extraordinary, but it was still the same person. His sword was in vain and struck at the woman who thought he was sure of victory.
"Chica" is like tearing through an invisible net.
Du Huijian was frightened for no reason.
Her expression changed, and she held her swords against her body and retreated quickly. Damn it, was this an invisible sword intention?
Zhang Wenfeng's sword flashed, and his sword pierced the air, grazing the gap between the two swords, and struck at an extremely fast speed. His strike was actually just a cover, the sword's intention could not hurt anyone at all, it could only bluff.
Thousands of sword energies surrounding him dissipated in an instant as Du Huijian retreated.
Du Huijian tried to use her two swords to block the stabbing sword that rushed into the empty door again, but he lost the opportunity. She could barely retreat more than ten feet, and the green sword edge was slightly raised as her wrist turned, avoiding her right breast, piercing her robe, and hitting her in the middle. Right shoulder.
Like an arm using a finger, like a finger using a sword, a sword is deft and sharp.
Silvery white light bloomed from the woman's body.
The huge impact force sent the woman over the edge of the line.
There was silence outside the stadium. No one expected such a change. The reversal came too suddenly.
The little girl, who was about to say "good" again, quickly covered her mouth.
Although she wanted to applaud the Guanzhu, she had learned calligraphy for more than half a year and listened to many of Guanzhu's stories. She had begun to worry about literacy in life and understood many rules and trivial principles. She knew that she could not just follow her temper.
There were many sword styles that she couldn't understand, so she specifically picked the ones she could understand and memorized them hard.
It doesn't matter if you can't learn it for a while, she will remember it in her heart!
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