Seeing that his daughter was about to compete with others, Xu Zhuzi did not show much worry. Instead, he took a few steps away and stood side by side with Hu Long, looking at the two young men and women who were already facing each other.
Hu Long asked Xu Zhuzi in a low voice: "In the past, there was a saying in the world of 'Northern Qiao Peak, Southern Murong'. This Master Murong may have something to do with that 'Southern Murong'."
Xu Zhuzi sighed: "He is the son of Master Murong Fu. Since Murong Fu died of illness a few years ago, this child is already the owner of Yanziwu Shenhe Village. Three years ago, when he was only twelve years old, he was alone. He broke into the Vulture Palace with his sword, saying that he wanted to challenge the masters in my palace with the sword in his hand.
"At the beginning, no one paid much attention to a child. Several junior disciples from the 'Nine Heavens and Nine Divisions' belonging to the 'Lingjiu Palace' came on stage one after another, but they were all defeated by him with three or five swords.
"It was only after I watched him do it that I discovered that although this child is young and his skills are not yet advanced, he is gifted with a sword bone. With a long sword, he has a faint air of self-reliance.
"To be honest, I did have some difficulties at that time. Of course there are people in the 'Lingjiu Palace' who can beat this guy, but they are all over forty years old. Once he ends up, he will inevitably be used as a bully.
"Fortunately, the little girl volunteered to take on the child's challenge. The two of them had a sword fight in the palace. After a fierce battle with thousands of moves, the little girl finally won slightly with the foundation of the 'Lingjiu Palace'.
"Although this boy was defeated, he was not discouraged, which meant that he would come back to challenge after a year of hard training at home. As expected, he came as promised in the second year, and his swordsmanship was greatly improved. Fortunately, the little girl had this opponent to train her, so she I have practiced very hard over the past year and finally maintained my winning record. Now it is the third time they have played against each other."
Just when Xu Zhuzi was describing the origin of Murong Yan's identity, the two people in the scene faced off for a long time. The long swords, one green and one purple, both of which were divine weapons, clanked at the same time. The body and sword merged into two blue and purple swords. The ball of light rushed towards the opposite side.
As soon as the two light groups touched, a more and more brilliant green and purple light rain suddenly burst out. At the same time, a series of tinkling sounds were heard, as crisp as beads falling on a jade plate, and as dense as rain hitting plantains.
Qiu Wuzao, who was standing behind Hu Long, was dumbfounded.
After receiving Hu Yuan's guidance these days, his cultivation has been advancing by leaps and bounds, and even the innate realm that was previously out of reach has touched the threshold. Although he will not be carried away and forget about it, he can't help but feel a little happy in his heart.
Now when I meet a young man and a woman, not only are their swordsmanship extraordinary, far beyond my own who just started to practice the sword skills taught by Hu Yuan, but their cultivation has reached the innate level, and counting the four or five years old between them, Due to the age gap, I am really far behind others.
Murong Yan and Xu Ziyuan both fought with speed, and their two long swords were like flying rainbows flying on the narrow mountain road. Only the light of the swords was visible, but no figure was seen.
Hu Yuan looked at it for a moment and then asked Xu Zhuzi: "The swordsmanship used by Mr. Murong does not seem to be the martial arts inherited from his Murong family."
Xu Zhuzi nodded, with a look of admiration on his face: "This is what makes this son extraordinary. He claims that his father was defeated and humiliated back then, which shows that the Murong family's martial arts still have flaws, so he is determined to create another one in addition to the family's traditional martial arts. A unique skill. The swordsmanship he is using at the moment is the essence extracted and refined after studying hundreds of martial arts schools in the Murong family's "Changing Shi Shui Pavilion". Although it is still far from creating a unique world, he can learn and use it flexibly. It is extremely rare and valuable.”
Although Hu Yuan agreed with the other party's point of view, when he was talking, he looked at the pair of young men who were fighting fiercely, and he actually showed some relief. He felt a little funny in his heart, and thought to himself: "You are such a good person, aren't you? Seeing that Mr. Murong has outstanding character and martial arts skills, and wants to resolve some grievances from the past, he came up with the idea of messing up the mandarin duck book? If this is really the case, it will be very exciting..."
In this life, his "Heaven Seeing, Earth Hearing" superpower has evolved. In addition to being able to detect the subtleties of darkness and candlelight, he can also detect illusions.
When Murong Yan showed up to register just now, he immediately thought of a story in his early memory, and used his latent ability to observe secretly. Sure enough, he found that what this young man appeared to others was actually an illusion.
This illusion originated from a rather magical treasure he was wearing. It was precisely because of the existence of this treasure that even Xu Zhuzi, a great master of subtlety, was concealed.
Murong Yan and Xu Ziyuan were getting more and more anxious. The sword energy of their two swords slashed the stone wall on one side until stone chips flew everywhere and there were criss-crossing sword marks.
Murong Yan's swordsmanship became more and more bizarre. In addition to the swordsmanship of various sects in the world, even knives, spears, whips, sticks and other instruments, as well as the hand skills of fists, palms, fingers and claws, could all be transformed with the help of a long sword. Although it is a move from the east and a move from the west, it can be perfectly connected by adjusting the timing and angle of the move, as smooth and natural as flowing clouds and flowing water. And this journey of swordsmanship seemed to be endless. The two sides exchanged more than a thousand moves, but not one of his long sword moves was repeated.
In contrast, Xu Ziyuan's "Lingjiu Palace" swordsmanship, which she inherited from her father, is extremely exquisite and has complicated moves, but it has its limits after all, and the sword moves used are inevitably repeated.
In this way, once her opponent detects some patterns in her swordsmanship, she may be immediately in danger of defeat.
"It's hard to find a solution!" Hu Long suddenly called out.
The words were not loud, but they reached the ears of the two fighting men clearly.
Murong Yan didn't understand why for a moment, but Xu Ziyuan's heart moved.
Because the direction of her next move was exactly the "trapped" position in hexagram sixty-four.
After three fights, she also knew that her opponent's martial arts advancement had always been better than hers. This time, she was afraid that it would be difficult to maintain the victory. She thought that there was something strange about this Taoist, and his instructions might make sense. She immediately changed her moves and made a move. The sword's orientation changes to "Weiji".
This sword thrust was aimed at the only flaw in Murong Yan's sword moves, forcing him to give up the advantage he had gained and take three steps back to reorganize his offensive.
"The little animal has feces!" Hu Yuan did not stop talking and continued to give instructions.
Xu Ziwan had no doubt that the move was effective. She followed Hu Huan's instructions and drew her sword again. The sword move was also slightly adjusted, from the "little animal" position originally prepared to attack to the "zhongfu" position.
This sword was still pointing at the flaw in the sword move that Murong Yan was about to use, forcing him to take three more steps back.
"The strong man turns into a sister!"
"The position of abundance changes to the position of earthquake!"
"Need a traitor!"
Hu Long kept shouting, and Xu Ziwan's sword made a series of moves. The purple light flashed, forcing Murong Yan to retreat continuously.
Xu Zhuzi saw that Murong Yan's eyebrows were knitted together, as if he was feeling bitter, and he thought to himself: "Although the Taoist priest has good intentions, Wan'er won't win with force."
Thinking of this, he also called out: "Ji Ji becomes a garrison!"
Murong Yan heard this and counterattacked the opponent's sword thrust at the "Jiji" position. She subconsciously turned to the "Tuen" position and immediately stabilized her defense line and stopped retreating.
A smile appeared on Hu Long's face, and he continued to point out the direction of Xu Ziyuan's sword. Xu Zhuzi also kept giving Murong Yan some pointers, which brought the originally unbalanced battle back to a stalemate.
In this way, this battle has been waiting for Hu Long and Xu Zhuzi to fight in the air, but Hu Long helped his daughter, while Xu Zhuzi helped his daughter's opponent. The relationship between them is really intriguing.
