The eighth year of Yuanfeng, June 15th.

This day is the official day for the martial arts competition between the East and West Sects of Wuliang Sword.

Early in the morning, the disciples of Wuliang Jianxi Sect began to work. Some arranged the venue, some prepared wine and food, and some prepared fruit refreshments.

Standing outside the main entrance of Jianhu Palace, Xin Shuangqing felt very uneasy. He looked at Chen Ya beside him and asked: "Master, is it really okay for us to send female disciples to fight? Is their internal strength too weak?"

At this time, the Wuliang Sword East Sect had not arrived yet, and none of the martial arts comrades invited on the invitation had arrived, but Xin Shuangqing was already extremely nervous.

In this competition, Xin Shuangqing put all her money on the line, betting the fate of the Infinite Sword Xizong and herself. Naturally, everyone would be happy if she won, but if she lost, her end would be unimaginable.

After all, she has completely violated the prohibition of the Wuliang Sword Sect and made the most secret things of the sect known to the world. Once she is defeated by Zuo Zimu's Dongzong today, Zuo Zimu will definitely use this matter as an excuse to punish her.

In the place of death.

So in today's competition, her Infinite Sword Xizong can only win, not lose.

The rules of the competition are as always, with three wins out of five rounds. The unwritten rules are soldiers against soldiers, adversaries against generals, masters against masters, and apprentices against apprentices.

Xin Shuangqing originally pursued safety and planned to send five male disciples to fight against the five disciples of Dongzong, but Chen Ya rejected it.

Chen Ya asked her to directly select five female disciples to fight, no matter who the opponent was fighting.

Naturally, Xin Shuangqing did not dare to disobey the immortal's instructions, but he still couldn't let go and finally couldn't help but ask.

Chen Ya could understand Xin Shuangqing's lack of confidence, and explained with a smile: "My sister Qing, you have practiced martial arts for more than 20 years, but you still haven't understood it yet. Now tell me, what is the relationship between swordsmanship and internal strength?

?”

Xin Shuangqing was speechless for a moment.

Although in this world of martial arts, anyone who studies martial arts understands one truth, that is, practicing boxing without practicing kung fu will lead to nothing. But as for the relationship between internal strength and swordsmanship, I really can't say for the moment.

Chen Ya didn't demand Xin Shuangqing's own epiphany, and immediately gave an explanation: "Most people in this martial arts world take it for granted that the speed of drawing a sword is related to the internal strength. They think that the deeper the internal strength, the faster the attack will be. Do you think

Is this correct?"

Xin Shuangqing recalled his previous sword-drawing speed when his internal strength was at its peak, and then silently compared his current sword-drawing speed, and found that there seemed to be no difference in speed. He shook his head with some uncertainty.

Chen Ya nodded and said: "Understood, the speed of drawing a sword has nothing to do with internal strength. Unless you have some special internal skills that can increase the speed of your whole body after being practiced, otherwise, even if you have no internal strength at all, your sword

It can also take the life of an expert from within!"

Xin Shuangqing looked fascinated and asked: "Special internal strength? What kind of martial arts is that?"

Chen Ya didn't want to talk about the Sunflower Book, but shook his head and said: "There was no such special internal power in the world, so you don't have to be curious. You just need to remember that the sword moves I passed on to you are all based on thrusting.

It can avoid collision with the opponent's weapons, which is enough."

Yes, if we must find out the impact of internal force on swordsmanship, it is that when using techniques such as chopping, cutting, chopping, and chopping in swordsmanship, you will collide with the enemy's weapons.

Once a collision occurs, the magnitude of each other's internal forces will affect the result.

It's a simple truth, a weak one can't beat a strong one. If you don't have internal strength, but you try to force a weapon with an opponent who has deep internal strength, then your long sword will definitely fall out of your hand.

Therefore, Chen Ya did not pass on Quanzhen swordsmanship to Xin Shuangqing and her female disciples. Instead, he selected some smart and quick thrusting techniques and taught them to them, adhering to the swordsmanship concepts of the Huashan Sword Sect in later generations.

"Don't worry, just follow my arrangement. Sun Guangying and Liao Guangdie will appear in the first two games. At worst, I will pretend to be your disciple in the third game. After winning three games in a row, there will be no need to compete in the remaining two games."

Jiang Guangmin, Sun Guangying and Liao Guangdie were all young ladies who were married to Chen Ya. When teaching martial arts, Chen Ya was particularly attentive to the women he had sex with.

Xin Shuangqing also knew it.

He happily obeyed his orders at that moment, but he couldn't help but think in his heart: Even if Sun Guangying and Liao Guangdie lost, their master would definitely win. In that case, the result of the first three games would be 1 to 2. Although his side was lagging behind, it would not be completely defeated.

degree.

As the sun neared the sky, many people descended from Wuliang Mountain and lined up along the winding mountain road. The total number of men, women, old and young could be one to two hundred people.

Xin Shuangqing looked at the people who were going up the mountain with cold eyes and said bitterly: "Zuo Zimu is determined to win. He brought all his family members directly. Hmm, I don't know where he got such confidence!"

Not long after, members of the Wuliang Sword East Sect arrived in front of the Jianhu Palace. The sect leader Zuo Zimu also looked at Xin Shuangqing with a sinister look on his face, and said angrily: "Junior Sister Xin, you don't intend to live in harmony anymore.

, actually publicized all the secrets of our sect!"

Xin Shuangqing raised his head and said proudly: "The secret of our sect is to steal the swordsmanship from the immortals. Now that the immortals have been born and issued orders, who dares to disobey?"

Zuo Zimu looked disbelieving and snorted coldly: "Immortal? Where is he? My Dongzong has lived in this Jianhu Palace for fifteen years. I have never seen the image of an immortal, but never the birth of an immortal. Why?

Can your Xizong win the favor of the immortals? You should have a method for lying."

Xin Shuangqing sneered and said: "I won't tell you where the Immortal is, and the Immortal doesn't look down on you, the arrogant people."

Zuo Zimu said angrily: "Are you lying? You fabricated a fictitious immortal and just want to continue to occupy Jianhu Palace? Then you have to ask me if Dongzong's long sword will agree!"

The two brothers and sisters were standing at the door of Jianhu Palace bickering. Chen Ya became more and more impatient and suddenly answered: "That's right. Don't show off with your words. We'll tell the difference between the swords later."

, Let’s talk after we win!”

Zuo Zimu suddenly opened his eyes, but did not even look at Chen Ya. He only glared at Xin Shuangqing and asked, "Is this your new disciple? Why doesn't he understand any rules? How can he speak here?"

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Of course, Xin Shuangqing wanted to defend her master, and immediately retorted: "You are the disciple I accepted, what's wrong? You are not convinced? If you are not convinced, you can go out and compete with him in swordsmanship in person to see what the difference between the two of you is.

No one has the right to speak!"

"Okay! Let's see the real chapter under the sword later!"
Chapter completed!