It was getting late, Yue Buqun was busy with the affairs of his disciples, and when he returned to Youbuxuan, he was still in a good mood, thinking that he still had to improve Ling Hu Chong's strength a little. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This great disciple of Huashan lost an adult to him, if he hadn't appeared in person to say the truth, today's situation would really not end well.

Thinking that all the disciples were convinced to seriously cultivate qi and practice swords, and they were peaceful, and they would never hear about the "Peerless Sword" every day in the future, Yue Buqun's heart was relieved again.

As soon as I came back, I saw my wife practicing swords in the backyard.

The sword is as dense as the weaver girl shuttling, and there is a faint trace of killing in the air, which makes people's hearts chill when they look at it from a distance.

"Huh, what kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"Obviously it's the Jade Girl's Nineteen Swords, I've seen this set of swordsmanship more than a thousand times, why is it a little different today? It seems that there is something more, by the way, it is a sharp artistic conception. ”

He hesitantly picked up a leaf on the ground, and saw that the leaf was only blown off by the wind in the air, and it was already covered with fine and dense network cracks, which were broken by the sword qi.

"When did my sister's swordsmanship and martial arts become so powerful, I only saw her practice swords in the early morning, and I also tried her hands, but she didn't have this kind of sharp edge at all?"

He vaguely remembered the scene of his master Ning Qingyu's later years, it was an autumn, Ning Qingyu was choking and coughing, while holding a toy wooden sword and pruning flower branches...... The small wooden sword is Yue Lingshan's toy, there are no good things on the mountain, so they can only be made from materials and used to make them, and the three-year-old Lingshan is also having a good time.

Ning Qingyu casually held the wooden sword in his hand and waved it lightly.

The messy branches and leaves of the flowers and trees fell silently to the ground wherever the wooden sword went, and gradually, it became a delicate wild goose spreading its wings and flying.

"Master, your old injuries are not healed, you coughed up blood two days ago, and now the weather is extremely cold, how can you still use your internal strength? ”

"Haha, no, you are wrong, where did you use half of the internal force for the teacher? ”

After speaking, he continued to change a flower tree and waved a small wooden sword.

Yue Buqun closed his eyes and felt a chill rippling in his heart.

It is this killing force, an inexplicable force.

It is neither physical power nor internal force, but the mysterious power carried by the sword technique itself.

The old man just waved his sword lightly, and there was a sharp edge that tore through everything, which completely overwhelmed Yue Buqun's cognition.

Ning Qingyu stopped his movements, turned his head and asked, "Do you understand?" It's a pity that I didn't understand the way of the sword until I was dying, 'Chaowen Dao, it's okay to die at night', but it's too late after all, I will never see the day when the Huashan faction will flourish again." ”

His voice became lower and lower, as if he was confessing: "If I can understand such swordsmanship that day, where do I need to set up a plan to deceive Senior Brother Defeng to go to Jiangnan, I can directly win the fair and fair, start with the two sects of Huashan Sword Qi, and suppress all dissatisfaction." ”

"It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

A gust of wind blew, and the fallen leaves in Yue Buqun's hands flew down, and the regretful voice of the master still seemed to sound in his ears, and he looked at Ning Zhongze's sword light in his eyes, wisps of it, like mist and rain.

"This kind of power is very familiar! It is the feeling of the master swinging the small wooden sword that day, although it is not so powerful, but the essence is the same. Yue Buqun's heart was beating rapidly, and he wanted to try it himself.

"Senior sister, one person dances solo, if the two of them are against each other. Yue Buqun drew his sword out of the sheath and flew forward, and pieces of purple light were steaming.

The long sword was surrounded by his body, he held the sword with one hand, and with a sword slash, there was a "woo" sword roar in the air.

His face was solemn, his eyebrows were far away, it seemed that at this moment, he was incarnated as a great Confucian pen, angrily reprimanding Fang Zun, and a feeling of greatness and rigidity hit Ning Zhongze's heart, and the swordsmanship that swayed out like a spring silkworm at will was suffocated, which was affected by Yue Buqun's majestic and fierce aura.

"I am good at nurturing my Haoran qi, which is the qi, the greatest to the strongest, and the harmless with direct nourishment, it is stuffed between heaven and earth. ”

"It's a good hand to 'raise my sword', senior brother is very interested today, what are you stimulated by?"

Ning Zhong chuckled, knowing that Yue Buqun had already fully developed his internal strength and swordsmanship, and had taken out his true skills, but he didn't see him like this when they practiced swords together on weekdays.

Although she thought that she was difficult to match, she still forcibly cheered up her spirit to deal with it, and it was rare for Yue Buqun to be interested, so she let him go crazy first.

Ning Zhong turned the long sword in his hand into a silver thread, and the wisps were entwined away, and the insights he had gained from practicing swords with his own apprentices came to his heart one by one, and he used his hand to carry the sword like a flowing river.

It just feels like it's rolling down and unstoppable.

"The son said on the river, the deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night!"

Ning Zhong somehow remembered this sentence, and was thrilled by Yue Buqun's supreme and rigid swordsmanship, her swordsmanship was more flexible and long, long and long.

The nineteen swords were completed in one go, and suddenly a net was formed......

Yue Buqun's swordsmanship like a spear and halberd was trapped by this net, and all the swords were collected, and he could no longer swing the land in front of him.

However, Ning Zhongze's sword light became more and more vigorous, and there was a sense of coldness, so that Yue Buqun had to use the internal strength of his whole body to resist.

But it didn't work.

The dense silk net that was cut open on weekdays has become infinitely dark at this time.

The front sword is cut open, and the back sword is endless, which is exactly "drawing the knife to cut off the water and the water is more flowing." ”

Yue Buqun felt like he was cutting a river.

He was shocked in his heart, but he was already too late to respond, and he was wrapped in the endless flow of sword light, and the long sword glowing with purple light in his hand became heavier and heavier, and he could no longer hold it firmly.

The pressure overlapped, and the long sword in Yue Buqun's hand flew out of his hand with a "buzz", inserting it into the courtyard wall until it was out of handle.

Ning Zhong won a sword, Wu Zi couldn't believe it, seeing that this sword almost hurt Yue Buqun, he hurriedly put away his sword and flew back.

Yue Buqun stood silently in place, his expression was sluggish, he looked at his empty right hand, there was a trace of red marks on it, and his palm was slightly injured.

Ning Zhong asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, are you okay?"

"It's okay!" Yue Buqun squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying.

His internal strength was two levels stronger than Ning Zhong's, and he was defeated when he competed with the sword, which was too unacceptable.

On weekdays, I enjoy the envious eyes of my junior sister, how to see her in the future.

The husband has to be sluggish from now on.

"Senior sister, how can your swordsmanship become ...... Well, is it powerful, or has the attack become very huge? I can't resist it with all my internal strength. Yue Buqun said in a dumb voice, feeling happy and sad at the same time.

I wanted to carry forward the Huashan faction every day and night, and I wanted to practice the internal force swordsmanship to be a strong martial artist, but I was defeated by my wife, which is really unacceptable.

"It's Su San, my apprentice said that there is no end to swordsmanship, and it is not the crooked and evil way that the head of the sect said. He accompanied me to practice swordsmanship, breaking through every move and style of my swordsmanship, and finding out my weaknesses, forcing me to have no choice but to change, so my swordsmanship became smoother. ”

Ning Zhong thought of his little apprentice and said with pride in his eyes.

"How have you become smoother and more powerful, do you know?" Yue Buqun was speechless.

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