"I lost."
When Yang Feng's Fierce Sun Sword touched Zang Jian's heart, Zang Jian did not refuse and admitted his defeat frankly.
From Zangjian's point of view, losing to a man who invented his own swordsmanship is not a shame.
"Hidden Sword Technique is powerful enough, but it has flaws."
"I know that."
Zangjian didn't avoid it, but he couldn't improve or avoid it, he could only avoid it as much as possible.
"My own swordsmanship, as good as water, not bad! It's quite an exciting duel."
Fengyi was watching the battle from the side. In fact, if Zangjian practiced not only skills but intention, the duel between these two people would have ended with Zangjian winning.
Although the swordsmanship of Zangjian could not be perfected, Yang Feng still took advantage of the situation.
Hidden Sword himself is also overconfident in his Hidden Sword skills.
"Okay, you guys should stop complimenting each other in business."
Ah Ruo looked at the three of them, and what was actually fatal was that the tea, no, the wine was finished.
"Talk less and drink more."
Yang Feng rolled his eyes at Ah Tuo. He finally understood that taking this guy down the mountain was the most unwise choice he made. He only complained and drank on the way.
"Hey! You are so ungrateful! Don't forget who brought you to this place."
Ah Tu grabbed Yang Feng's collar.
"Tch! Don't I know the way without you?"
Yang Feng curled his lips disdainfully.
At this moment, two more pots of century-old black wine tea were served.
"Okay, I'm drinking."
A Tuo didn't have the time to continue spending time with Yang Feng.
"Zangjian, I want to overthrow the Great Xia Dynasty and rebuild a peaceful and prosperous age. Are you willing to help me?"
He can only avenge his dead father, but if he wants to overthrow the corrupt rule of the Great Xia Dynasty, it is impossible for him alone.
Hidden Sword, one of the top ten sword gods, with Hidden Sword skills in one hand, can kill everyone. Who can resist the sword cage?
If we can get the help of Hidden Sword, we will definitely go one step further in overthrowing the Great Xia Dynasty.
"Whenever your swordsmanship surpasses mine, you don't need to tell me, I will follow you with my hidden sword."
"I told you to hide your sword, why don't you show any shame? In the swordsmanship competition just now, the winner was obviously Xiao An, right?"
Although Ah Tuo always likes to quarrel with Yang Feng, at critical moments, he still faces Yang Feng.
"His swordsmanship is not better than mine. He knows it well. If you protect him like this, why don't we fight with each other? Oh! I almost forgot, you don't practice swordsmanship anymore. What a pity! Another opponent is missing. Invincible is How lonely.”
When Zang Jian said these words, even Fengyi's pretty face couldn't help but twitch.
So thick-skinned!
"You, wait for me!"
A Tuo said harsh words.
If it hadn't been for the shattered meridians that had just been connected now, Ah Tuo would have taken action long ago.
The terrifying Sword God Ah Tu was not just blown away.
"Okay, I'll wait for you!"
So crazy!
"Senior Hidden Sword, ten days, we will fight again in ten days. If I lose again, I will leave the sword cage immediately without saying anything. But if I win by luck, I hope you can fulfill your promise."
"Hahaha! Okay! Young man, you are crazy enough, unlike some people who are cowardly."
When it fell into Ah Tu's ears, he couldn't bear it anymore.
"Zang, in half a year, I will beat the shit out of you."
In front of so many people, especially Feng Yi, the woman he had admired in his early years, didn't he want to lose face?
"Don't make any noise, the lady is getting ready for her lunch break."
The maid beside Fengyi said slowly.
Azuo and Zangjian each turned their heads.
A few people temporarily stayed on the second floor of Fengyi Building.
The purpose is to compete again ten days later.
"Xiao An, you don't have to be afraid of his hidden rat sword. In ten days, teach him a lesson to the point of death."
Ah Zuo was in the same room as Yang Feng, but he had no intention of sleeping.
"try your best!"
During the sword showdown ten days later, Yang Feng had a hunch that it would be a fierce battle.
night.
Yang Feng went to the back garden of Fengyi Building.
Fengyi Tower is very lively during the day, but relatively quiet at night.
Only the lights in the back garden were on.
Yang Feng did not slack off. The reason why he asked Zang Jian to fight in ten days was because he wanted to force himself.
Strive for further improvement.
In the dead of night, Yang Feng decisively chose to practice "meaning" and relax his mind.
Countless images flashed through his mind, Ruoshui swordsmanship, one sword after another.
Phew!
Phew!
Swords kept coming out.
Every move, every move.
Tart tart!
There is always a slight difference between the artistic conception and reality.
After practicing until his arms were sore and unable to lift the sword, Yang Feng sat on the ground, breathing heavily.
With this feeling, he understood that he seemed to have hit a bottleneck.
Whether he can defeat Zangjian depends on whether he can break through the bottleneck within ten days. If he passes this bottleneck period, then his swordsmanship will definitely improve to the next level.
At that time, Zang Jian is not something to be afraid of, but if he is still unable to break through the bottleneck, ten days later, if he wants to win against Zang Jian again, he will be in danger.
In today's sword competition, the two of them seemed to have a winner and loser. In the end, he pointed his sword and hid his sword. No matter how it looked, he won, but in fact, only he knew it.
Zang Jian held back his hand when he struck out the first sword, otherwise the sword would not have simply left a sword mark on his shoulder, but would have broken his entire arm.
The second time he fought against Zangjian, it was also because of Zangjian that he wanted to test it, so he followed the trend and used the hidden sword technique first.
The art of hidden swordsmanship lies in attacking from behind.
In a real life-and-death showdown, Yang Feng didn't believe that Zangjian would make such a fatal mistake.
It can be inferred from this that during this sword competition, how much water was put into the hidden sword, and it almost filled Jinshan Temple with water.
If the two of them were to face a life and death duel, they would probably have four or six, with Yang Feng four and Hidden Sword six.
Because of this, Yang Feng would study swordsmanship painstakingly.
The night flies by.
In the early morning, A Tuo opened the curtains and found that Yang Feng was still practicing his sword below. Thinking about it carefully, he seemed to have not heard Yang Feng's voice all night.
I thought to myself, "Isn't this guy going to practice swordsmanship all night down there? Isn't he just trying to hide his sword?"
And there are not only Yang Feng and Ah Tu who live in Fengyi Tower, but also a hidden sword.
Zang Jian also stayed up all night, watching Yang Feng practice his sword all night.
"Tsk tsk! It's dawn. Young people today are so scary. Are they determined to defeat me?"
This night Hidden Sword also benefited a lot, but his body is not as good as that of young people.
"Xiao Anzi, take a rest before continuing. You must understand that haste makes waste."
"Young people, you must learn to be moderate!"
Ah Tuo looked at Yang Feng who was sweating profusely, fearing that the other person would die on the spot if he was not careful.
"What do you know? Zangjian had a sword fight with me yesterday. He didn't use all his strength and was still hiding something. I only have less than ten days left. If I don't work harder, my swordsmanship will not improve after ten days, but I will have to Get out of the sword cage."
Yang Feng looked helpless, and he could only blame himself for being so mean-mouthed at the time.
"Xiao An, don't worry, if you lose, I will continue to challenge him."
"But haven't your meridians been cut off and your sword skills have been ruined?"
"So what, even if I am a mortal body, I will move forward courageously."
Hearing this, Yang Feng did not refute, but still waved his sword. He had already touched that realm in his artistic conception.
But in reality, his sword skills were always a hair away from that level.
Although there was only a thin line between them, he had wielded his sword no less than 800 times in one night, but still could not reach that thin line.
Yang Feng knew better than anyone else that at this time, he had to be calm, uninterrupted, and work hard.
"Then you need to drink some water, right? Even though you are a martial arts practitioner, your body will not be able to bear it in the long run."
Ah Tuo obviously wanted to get some wine because his jug was empty, but he was too embarrassed to ask Fengyi for it, so he had to turn to Yang Feng.
"You all come with me."
Fengyi didn't know when she was standing at the gate of the garden.
"Feng Jianxian."
"Feng Jianxian, you go ahead, I want to practice for a while longer."
Yang Feng refused. He was very tired now and wanted to give up, but if he stopped now, all his previous efforts would be in vain.
Moreover, even if he touches that thin line, his swordsmanship has only reached the threshold of that level.
"Okay, we'll pack it up for you later."
Fengyi saw this and didn't try to persuade him. She saw Yang Feng's efforts and didn't want to say anything.
"What a fool! You dare to refuse even Feng Jianxian's invitation. People like you will definitely end up alone in the future."
Ah Tuo, just say harsh words.
But now Yang Feng has no time to talk to Ah Tuo.
The artistic conception is that the best is like water, man and sword are one, heaven and man are one, but he is still just wandering outside the door of the Nine Realms.
I still haven't figured out whether the sword of the Nine Realms is meant for killing or protecting.
There are thousands of swords in the world, and everyone has a sword in their heart. Some people use killing to stop killing, and some people cultivate the sword of protection.
Therefore, he doesn't know what his sword is.
Every time you make a sword move, you always feel like something is missing?
The movements of Yang Feng's hands did not slow down, but countless pictures flashed through his mind.
It is Chen Kang's sword, Wu Gan's Dragon Song swordsmanship, and Hidden Sword's hidden swordsmanship. These swordsmanship, as well as the swordsmanship he has observed in his artistic conception.
He was realizing that the sword in his hand was displayed inadvertently.
Not enough swordsmanship!
"Hidden Sword Technique?!"
The few people who had delivered meals to Yang Feng were stunned on the spot after they had finished eating and drinking.
Especially the hidden sword, a bright light flashed in his eyes, looking at the sword that flickered in and out of Yang Feng's hand.
He could initially sense that Yang Feng's Hidden Sword Technique only had its form, but not its spirit.
To put it bluntly, it was just imitation. Even Yang Feng didn't notice this because he was looking for what he lacked in swordsmanship.
"Zangjian, look at this kid, he's working so hard, doesn't it put some pressure on you?"
Ah Ruo teased intentionally.
"Tch! His hidden swordsmanship only has its form, but also its spirit. If I practice this kind of swordsmanship for a hundred years, I will not be my opponent."
"That's not necessarily the case. He has already touched that thin line."
Fengyi suddenly spoke.
Yang Feng's nine-level swordsmanship before was not stable, but now Yang Feng knew what was missing in his swordsmanship.
It is a "god", everything has a "form" and a "spirit", whether it is a self-created swordsmanship or an inherited swordsmanship, it must have both form and spirit.
"The best is like water. I just copied the shape in the artistic conception, but I didn't find its god. Swordsmanship without god will ultimately fall into the inferior category."
Practicing swordsmanship is the same as painting.
No matter how realistic your painting is, if there is no spirit, your characters will look hollow. In swordsmanship, if your swordsmanship only has its form and no "spirit", then your sword will lack murderous energy.
Or there is no righteousness. Whether a sword kills or protects others depends on the heart of the person using the sword.
Yang Feng's heart was like a bright mirror, empty and clear.
His eyes changed, and the swordsmanship in his hands was no longer the hidden swordsmanship, but the true Supreme Goodness Ruoshui.
The god who finally possesses Ruoshui swordsmanship.
"His swordsmanship is amazing."
Ah Zuo glanced at the hidden sword proudly.
Zang Jian took a deep look at Yang Feng, turned around and left.
That's right!
He felt the pressure. In one night, Yang Feng realized the charm of the sword. There was a huge difference between swordsmanship with charm and swordsmanship without charm.
Therefore, his sword-hiding skills must be adjusted.
"Haha! Feng Jianxian, have you seen his stinky face? If you speak harshly, you will get the most vicious beating. I laughed to death."
Ah Ruo looked at Zang Jian's leaving figure and couldn't stop laughing.
"Are you free? The meridians in your body are in such chaos. When the time comes, don't hold Xiao An back."
Fengyi said something unexpectedly.
Ah Ruo's heart broke instantly.
Fengyi, no! How could you, you broke my heart.
Click, click, click!
Ah Ruopi smiled but kept busy repairing the damaged meridians.
"Hey! It's a pity that I created my own swordsmanship. If I didn't have that person, I would also like to try and see what is so special about the swordsmanship that can break into the realm of a master."
Watching Yang Feng keep swinging his sword, Fengyi said something with emotion and put the lunch box in her hand on the stone table.
Turn around and leave.
After a while, Yang Feng was so tired that he was sweating profusely. He lay on the lawn and kept panting.
Smelling the food on the stone table, I dragged my tired body and started eating.
After a restful meal, music and dancing continued.
He persisted like this for three consecutive days, completely consolidating his swordsmanship in the middle stage of the Nine Realms.
"This is the fourth day. There are still six days left and I can still make a breakthrough."
Yang Feng did not give up. This reminded him of the sword practiced by the sword cultivator of the Xinghe Sect on the Desolate Star who could cut off the galaxy with one sword.
I started copying it in my mind.
"Sure enough! This sword that cuts across the galaxy is derived from mortal magic."
It is hard to imagine that a magical move is actually a mortal swordsmanship.
The sword cuts the galaxy, Yang Feng read it from the hands of the boy, and kept superimposing it, and there is only one sword, and it can cut the galaxy with one sword.
And every time a sword is swung, the power is superimposed, but the effect is minimal, but what cannot be ignored is that there is no upper limit to the power of this sword technique.
Even if you are an ordinary person, as long as you are diligent enough and keep swinging the sword persistently, you will not be worse than anyone else.
There are only six days left. It is almost impossible to make changes in the self-created swordsmanship, and the only way is to make dangerous moves.
Yang Feng made a prompt decision, leaving him little time. He began to swing his sword and kept swinging it.
In six days, it was undoubtedly a fool's dream to think of breaking the galaxy with a sword, but it was still possible for the sword moves to be more powerful than Ruoshui's swordsmanship.
Some people died, but not completely...
