He swung his long sword, and the aura on his body surged wildly. Where the sword light rose, there was the lingering halo of the setting sun, and the pond was full of willow smoke.

In the mist covered by clouds, a sword was as ethereal as an immortal, stabbing out with uncertain ups and downs.

Point directly at Qiu Chuji's eyebrows and Dantian.

This sword god is full of vitality and has strong inner strength...

The sword moved like clouds and smoke, just like crushing a mountain and a river.

Compared with the half-moves and half-moves he used before, he used them much more perfectly.

It is simply a textbook of Quanzhen swordsmanship.

Compared to Qiu Chuji's swordsmanship, it was much more orthodox and superior.

It has both momentum and divine will, and it is as standard as a ruler. One point more is too much, and one point less is too little.

Not only the disciples below were dumbfounded.

Even the Quanzhen Seventh Son, including Qiu Chuji, saw it with eyes wide open.

"Good swordsmanship, even if Master Chongyang uses it himself, it's nothing more than that."

They vaguely remembered that many years ago, the handsome Taoist looked like this, dancing his sword in the wind.

Qiu Chuji was stunned, almost missing the sword.

In the flash of lightning, he had already made spontaneous changes based on his rich experience in many battles.

The sword light in his hand waved, his body collided sideways, and he moved with the Luo belt concentric, and followed the power of the sword to escape. His backhand was the shadow of Minghe, and the sword turned into reality and void, blocking the sharp edge.

Yang Lin slashed with his sword and retreated again.

But he kept talking: "Look, I can use this sword well and have enough internal strength. However, although Master Qiu was not prepared, he could block it easily.

No matter how well I use it, what's the use? It's like all the internal energy I gathered and the sword moves I put in with all my heart were in vain."

"See it again."

Before anyone could figure out what he meant.

Yang Lin slashed out another sword in his hand.

The starting momentum is exactly the same, with full momentum and spiritual will.

But when the sword was halfway through, Qiu Chu's body changed shape and he was about to break the move. At the same time, his sword also changed.

Before this move was finished, he took half of the move to Bianzhou Tianxia.

There is neither momentum nor divine intention, just speed.

Taking the first step, he stabbed into the concentric circles of Qiu Chujiluo.

With a false finger of the sword, he stabbed Qiu Chuji's throat and suddenly stopped.

The edge of the sword passes through the beard, touches the skin, and then draws back.

The noise in the audience suddenly stopped and became silent, followed by a shocking sound.

"This is……"

"impossible."

"The first half of Mu Yun Yanliu's move can also catch the second half of Bian Zhou Yiye's move.

Uncle Qiu's Luo belt connects the Minghe River with one heart and one shadow, just like a fictitious thing, completely unstoppable."

This is the direct disciple of the headmaster Zhenren. At this time, he couldn't help but be excited and lost his previous calmness and calmness.

"Yes, Senior Brother Lu's forward moves are fierce and his back moves are light and agile. He combines two completely different sword styles together, sometimes slowly and sometimes quickly, which makes people very uncomfortable.

I think I should also learn that this sword does not require any advanced internal strength to deceive the opponent into spinning around."

"Senior Brother Lu, I want Peach Blossom Flowing Water to catch Ye Yu Xiaoxiao, is that okay? Can you take out half of the moves and fuse them together, from the lower plate to the top door..."

"Also, there is me, using Dajiang Xilian and Zhuan Suyue Fenhui. The two of them only use hand gestures and quick swords."

God opens a door, and all sentient beings open a window.

Yang Lin looked happily at the scene of all the disciples actively creating new tricks, and suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment.

It has been more than a month since I came to the mountain, almost two months, and I have finally left something behind for this world and this famous mountain.

It's not the world's best martial arts, it's just fast and indestructible.

If you are fast, there will be someone faster. This is always a false proposition.

Rather.

The so-called sword technique should change randomly and with the situation.

As long as you become fast enough, the opponent will never catch up with your thinking. The competition at this time is not only the rigid swordsmanship, but also the wisdom.

Wang Chongyang pioneered the art of swordsmanship, practicing swords to nourish Qi, and practicing Qi to nourish the heart.

However, what he taught was the practice of swordsmanship, and what he valued was Taoism.

When he fights, he will naturally not be so strict and follow the script.

However, his disciples regarded him as a heavenly being and did not dare to change any of his moves, nor were they willing to change them.

As a result, Quanzhen disciples only have strong internal strength and the world-famous Quanzhen swordsmanship.

When encountering opponents of the same level in the world, they still lose more than they win...

In the end, the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect was completely wiped out.

The power of the Seven Quanzhen Sons is completely gone, and the three generations of disciples are all idiots.

I have to say, this is a pity.

"You are better than me."

Qiu Chuji held the sword in his hand and looked blankly at the carnival feast of the disciples in the audience. He felt mixed feelings in his heart and said with regret.

Looking back, he saw six fellow apprentices sitting there in a daze.

"Why have we never thought about such a sword technique or tried it?"
Chapter completed!