After happily handing over control of his body, he suddenly felt relaxed, and the feeling brought by the third-person perspective was very pleasant.

The obscure and sluggish energy of the scriptures was surging like a river that had been silted up for years, and the previously stubborn obstacles were washed away by the torrent of energy in a snap of a finger, and the gentle energy began to collide along the original cycle under the almost brutal guidance of the spirit of words.

The shallow warmth of energy flowing through the body is so real, and the joy feels warm, but the edge of the scripture energy scrapes against the flesh and bones like a needle prick, and the pain of countless needles piercing the body at the same time reminds him again and again that this is a real experience, and he is in pain and happy at this time

"Stinky boy, I was blinded by your performance when you inherited the will, and overestimated your ability to use it in actual combat, but there are some things that can only be perceived by yourself, I will only show it once, and how much you can absorb depends on yourself. ”

At this time, the spirit of words was suspended on the right side of Xingxing's body like a shadow, and the left shoulder and body overlapped slightly, and in Xingxing's eyes, it was like a conjoined baby.

As soon as Yan Ling raised his hand, the sword embryo of Tianqi suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and the golden sword light tried to spread the entire space, and the people in hundreds of independent rooms involuntarily stretched out their hands to block the discomfort in front of their eyes, and the most seriously affected by the sword light was Chu Bei in the field.

Raising his arm could only block part of the sword light, but the sensitivity of his eyes was everywhere, and the strong stimulation that could not be resisted made Chu Bei instinctively close his eyes, and when his eyes closed slightly, Chu Bei suddenly woke up, ashamed of his stupid reaction at this time, Chu Bei only felt that an extremely dangerous aura locked him, and his breath was extremely cold, and he couldn't move his body for a while.

"How suddenly such a big change. Zhuang Yan's palms were full of sweat, and the decline of joy just now was all over her eyes, Zhuang Yan, who had already faintly felt that the defeat was locked in advance, was infected by the fierce momentum that the joy suddenly exuded, she was not worried about his personal safety, but felt a little nervous about his next reaction.

"The scripture energy is the same as the spiritual power, it is the purest energy in the human world, the difference is that ordinary practitioners need to absorb the spiritual power within the range for their own use, and the scripture energy itself is stored on the prayer wheel, and when you need to use it, you can urge the prayer wheel to stimulate the energy, your previous problem is that you have too little actual combat experience, passively follow the opponent's battle rhythm to go, first of all, you have to remember that against an enemy of the same level, the turning point of victory and defeat lies in who grasps the opportunity first,"

The sky was like a meteor crossing, and the golden dazzling light had jumped in front of Chu Bei in a breath, so fast that it was impossible to distinguish the authenticity, and Chu Bei at this time still maintained the action of blocking his forehead with one arm, and seemed to have no reaction to the opponent's sudden attack.

Bite!

It was the same sound of blade fighting, but the difference was that the happy and embarrassed retreat just now, and the person who retreated at this time became Chu Bei.

Yan Ling's drooping eyelids trembled, and finally raised his eyes to look at Chu Bei opposite, and affirmed the timing of his last sword, yes, it was a valuable sparring partner.

However, Chu Bei at this time is not as easy as it seems, the sword at the critical moment comes from countless times of kendo training, attack, defense, and route selection have become part of his instinct, Chu Bei is very confident in his sword, once blindly confident to the point of conceit, he feels that his sword is the fastest and sharpest sword in the world.

If there is anyone who can make him admire, it can only be Xiao Zhiming, the former inheritor of the will of heaven.

However, the man in front of him, who had been at an absolute disadvantage and was chased and beaten by himself, showed a power at this time as if he had changed from before.

The right half of Chu Bei's body fell into numbness, and his left leg, which was barely supporting his body from falling, had begun to tremble due to the heavy burden, and the amplitude was increasing, and his right hand, which was almost invisible, barely held the blue long sword, and the sword light was scattered under the blow just now, and the spiritual power was mixed into a strange tiny arc, flowing and jumping in the body, especially the numb half, and the impact of the arc was particularly serious.

"After gaining the upper hand, you need to continue to expand your advantage, the arc of scripture energy fusion will cause a lot of obstacles to the enemy's movement, you must make full use of this, overwhelm him in speed and cause more damage. ”

The happy figure turned sharply, bypassing Chu Bei's numb body and transferring to his back, the spirit sword pointed straight at his back, and a sword stabbed out.

Chu Bei's body was extremely cold after experiencing extreme heat, and the long sword passed through his body, and when the tip of the sword pierced his chest, the severe pain spread throughout his body, drowning the numbness, but at this time, Chu Bei couldn't do anything, and a trace of blood shot out with the extremely fast sword light.

"Ahh

"Brother, he won't die, right?, the guy on the other side obviously can't beat his brother, how can he suddenly ......" Chu Li was half surprised and half frightened, the advantage that Chu Bei showed before was too obvious, and the sudden change made this young girl unacceptable for a while.

The white-haired old man's face was pale, he didn't say a word, his eyes were staring at Chu Bei in the field, and the two walnuts in his right hand rubbed violently, and the dark red bright pulp was rubbed by him.

"The wide opening and closing of the sword is contrary to the lightness of the sword, which is more suitable for the knife in comparison, but you have been fighting in this way several times, if you have to insist on your choice, you must go to the extreme on this road, your original footwork is good, but to apply freely and retract from the heart, you still need to continue to temper. ”

The happy body under the control of Yan Ling was erratic, which seemed a bit redundant to Chu Bei, who had lost the ability to move, but the real purpose of Yan Ling was to let Happy Body find the feeling of fighting.

Tianque turned the tip of the sword and rushed to Chu Sad, the sword light was restrained, showing a very vague embryo shape.

"The head-on confrontation is the level of strength, and you need to constantly urge the scripture energy to be injected into the sky, your sword is sharper than the opponent and stronger than the opponent, then you can win, and the last sword is you yourself. ”

The longsword restarted, happy to take back control of his body.

"Take it easy, treat Tianque as a part of your body, maximize the spiritual power of the spirit sword, and leave the rest to Tianque, recall the feeling when you faced Tiannanxing, and feel it carefully. Yan Ling returned to sitting cross-legged and returned to his happy mind, but the words in his mouth never stopped.

Happy did not hesitate and ran wildly with his sword.

The surging scripture energy did not have any shackles, and with a slight urge, it flowed towards the Tianqi where his left hand was, and the golden sword light became longer and brighter at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally formed a two-inch-long sword light in front of the tip of the sword.

He ...... He was able to inspire a sword!" The white-haired old man's sudden exclamation startled Chu Li, who stuck out his tongue, not understanding the meaning of the sword for a kendo cultivator.

This is the realm he has pursued all his life, but he is already in his prime, and he still can't comprehend the mystery of the sword, and today he saw a miracle scene in a child who was less than twenty years old, and the shock in his heart could not be described in words.

Chu Bei...... You don't lose unjustly. ”

The old man muttered silently, his voice was so low that he didn't even hear Chu Li, who was closest to him, and the outcome was already a certainty in his eyes.

Happy seems to have entered another realm, everything in the outside world has lost contact with him, he only has a sword in his eyes and heart, and the breath he holds in his chest has reached the point of not spitting out unpleasantly, but this sword is not cut out, this breath can't be spit out anyway, according to the instructions of the spirit, he tried to recall the feeling at the moment when he first inherited the will, and slowly closed his eyes.

The eyes are closed, but the heart and eyes have been opened, the direction of Chu Bei in front of him is very clear in his eyes, happy to stretch the body as much as possible, the ultimate relaxation brings the best state of the body, jumping, happy to run into the air, the upper half of the body leans back to form a beautiful arc.

The sword light of Tianqi was not abundant, and it was even dimmed by more than two levels compared to before, but everyone who witnessed this game had one thought in their hearts, this sword, Bi Dang, was the strongest sword of this young man.

Happily sending the last trace of scripture energy in his body into the heavenly void, the spirit sword was like a sponge full of water, and emitted an extremely joyful sword sound.

A golden light flashed in front of the eyes of hundreds of people in the entire gymnasium at the same time, and the light flashed and disappeared, and the hearts of those who witnessed the light couldn't help but tense slightly, silently waiting for the sound of the energy that followed to burst out.

However, there was no movement.

Qin Qianyu's beautiful eyes kept staring at the black figure in the field, and the complicated feelings were mixed with crystal tears in her eyes, always swirling but never shedding.

She tried hard to restrain herself, restraining herself from running to the person who appeared in her dream every night in the field.

After a few seconds of puzzlement, the confusion in his eyes was immediately relieved, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his eyes quietly, and a faint smile returned to his face.

The happy sword hung over Chu Bei's head, staring at Chu Bei's painful expression, and finally forcibly accepted the sword.

Murderous together, happy that I will be lost, killing is not the goal, it is okay to win.

"You lost. Happy exhaled heavily, feeling too much comfort in his chest, said the first words after the end, and then turned and walked in the direction of the separate room.