There was a silver streamer flowing on the Dragon Sparrow Sword, and Chu instantly bowed his body and slowly moved around the old man holding the double sword, like a tiger hunting in the forest.

"The essence of the speed sword lies in the moment you come out of the sword, all your spirit is condensed in the supremacy of the sword, if you want to swing the fastest sword, you must exercise your explosive power, which requires you to be caught off guard by the opponent, attack at the fastest speed, so that you can easily hit the effective part of the opponent, you can improve the reaction speed of the hand and elbow through some simple exercises, such as flat jumping, sprinting and sprinting, etc., these sports need to be practiced repeatedly to sum up experience, it seems simple, but in fact it is profound. The old man said in a deep voice: "The only martial arts in the world can only be broken quickly, try to use the sword in your hand to break through my defense!"

"Yes, master!"

"Don't call me master! I'm your opponent now!"

"Yes!"

Chu Xuanzhao held the tip of the sword in his left hand and adjusted his body to the limit, Wang Xi spread all over his body in an instant, the huge wind pressure rolled up heavy sand and dust, almost no one could see the moment he took out the sword, the dragon sparrow sword roared and stabbed at the old man's heart, unstoppable.

Guan Changye's figure seemed to have disappeared, stabbing an illusory shadow, he could barely retract his sword momentum, he didn't even have time to adjust his breathing, the cold sword light swept across his face, the old man launched an attack above his head, Chu Xuanzhao rolled on his back, and bright sparks rubbed between the swords and swords, in an instant, the swords of the two had collided countless times, and the intersection of swords and swords flashed with red light, and for a while, the sky was full of sword light, Chu Xianzhao's heart seemed to jump out of his chest at any time, and the excitement of accelerating the flow of blood made him very hearty, the old man drank in a low voice, and the two heavy swords in his hands quickly retracted like crab pincers, and stuck the dragon bird sword on the ground。

Chu Xuanzhao used Wang Breath again, and the majestic qi luck gushed out from his body, and he let out a roar like a wild dragon, breaking free from the old man's restraints, and even shaking the ghost in his right hand away!

The old man looked at him in silence, and he felt it too..... He smelled the man's breath again, the kind of bloody, but with the arrogant aura of a god, which made him return to the battlefield from the sunshine of Lin'an City, and under the blazing sun, the dragon-like gaze of Emperor Qing became the nightmare and shadow of his life, and he strode towards Chu Xuanzhao, the dragging sword behind him with thunderous rage.

"You think I'm not fast enough, do you?" The abyss in Chu Xianzhao's eyes rolled up a monstrous wave, at this time his heart burned with raging fire, like the breath of a dragon, his heart beat like a high-pitched elegy, he stabbed at the old man with that incomparably tragic sword, his body attacked the man like a ghost, and the pale blue thunder curtain emerged under his feet.

"It's still not enough. The old man laughed and pulled out another sword from the ground, they collided together, the speed of the sword swing almost exceeded the speed of mortal eye, the swords collided wildly, just for a moment, Chu Xianzhao's sword almost touched the old man's throat, but that was only the afterimage left by his excessive exercise.

Hurry up, hurry up .... At this time, the only thought in his heart, he had never seen anyone use a sword so smoothly and quickly, like dancing with a lion, a gorgeous but murderous dance, those two long swords were like butterfly wings, each blow released a rainstorm of sword shadows to Ansel, Chu Xuanzhao's white robe was torn by the fierce wind, both sides were tearing the air sharply, and in a trance, the dust and sunlight were torn apart.

But he was still too slow, and the old man looked at him with a triumphant gaze all the while.

"Ahh

The Dragon Bird Sword came out of his hand, and was firmly held in the old man's hand, and the Annihilation Sword was pointed at Chu Xianzhao's eyebrows, his figure blocking all the sunlight.

"Okay, that's all for today, you've worked hard. The old man withdrew his sword.

"I ...... I haven't lost yet. Chu Xianzhao stared at him fiercely, "Oh, but you don't have a sword in your hand, so you want to fight me with your bare hands!" the old man said contemptuously.

Chu Xianzhao gritted his teeth and said nothing, now the old man's injury has been miraculously cured by Su Nianyu, even if he broke his hands and feet before, he still has no strength to fight back, and now he is gradually recovering to the heyday of the year, let alone defeat him.

"Not convinced, in fact, your swordsmanship has been much better than before, I don't know if it's because you have the king's breath in your body, your progress can be said to be a rapid progress. The old man rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, revealing a small arm like pig iron, on which there was a thin red mark, and if you pinch it hard, you can see blood immediately.

"After all, you are still a child raised in the palace, in fact, swordsmanship is not very useful to you, you can sit in the palace and command thousands of troops and horses to fight in the future, how powerful are your Yinguo iron cavalry, not enough for you to play prestige?"

"Master, if you ride against the Yin Nation Railway, what are the chances of winning?" Chu Xianzhao looked straight into his eyes, and the old man pondered for a while: "If you are easier, you can block five or six thousand people and horses, and if you try your best, you can block seven or eight thousand...... It's hard to say if it's a fight to the death, and people like me will never know their limits. ”

"Are you really that godly?" Chu Xuanzhao's voice trembled, and the old man smiled with relief: "As far as the current state is concerned, your progress is quite great, deceiving you is a puppy, your attack is too violent, like a tiger attacking with all its might, if you are not careful, it will leave a gap for the enemy, and then you should practice not swordsmanship, but mental art!"

"Mental art?" Chu Xianzhao looked at his sword in a slight daze.

"The power of a samurai comes from his heart, and the breath in your body is also generated by the heart, which is the most powerful power in the world, the only power that can be compared to the gods and Buddhas. Child, do you feel that there is a resistance every time you play the sword, it is because there is a lingering shadow in your heart, that shadow inhibits your true strength, you lock the lion in your heart, and then you have to learn to release the lion at the same time, to ensure that you will not hurt yourself. The old man patted him on the shoulder.

"Shadows?"

Chu Xianzhao was silent for a while before he spoke: "Master, I have something I want to tell you......

"If you have something to say, you can say it quickly, and if you have a fart, let it go. The old man took out a silk towel to wipe the ghost spirit, "When are you going to take me to the Xilin Sword Vault?" Chu Xianzhao lowered his head, not daring to look into his eyes.

The old man paused for a moment, and wiped himself harder and harder: "I'll take you when you can beat me." ”

"Wouldn't you have to go for the rest of your life?"

"I just feel like I've failed the last wish of the King of the West...... I promised him, but I'm going to break my promise now. Chu Xianzhao suddenly became sad, and the old man glared and scolded: "Why are you so dead-eyed, you just treat yourself as if you see a ghost!"

"You were also the sword god of Xilin, and you are responsible for the affairs of the Xilin Sword Library, but you have an expression on your face that you have nothing to do with yourself. The sudden loss of a sense of purpose made him feel lost.

"I'm no longer the sword god of the West, okay, I don't care about it now, this matter will end like this. The old man put on a scoundrel's face.

"Tell me about the events of the past? Why did King Xilin suddenly cast his sword, I feel that you two have a big secret. Chu Xianzhao sat in front of him, hugging his knees.

"Well, okay, okay, I'll only tell this story once, whether you take it seriously or not, that's all your own business? To be honest, I didn't expect to share this story with the intruder's son. ”

Chu Xianzhao scratched his head: "I promise I won't tell anyone else." ”

"Whatever you want, this is a crazy ...... about the last emperor in the far west," Guan Changye was silent for a moment before continuing.