"Boom!"

Murong Yan's wrist shook, she couldn't hold it, and the long sword flew out of her hand.

The cold light suddenly appeared, and a branch was three inches in front of Murong Yan's eyebrows. Although the tree branch did not really make contact with Murong Yan's eyebrows, the fierce momentum 'forced' her to count down with sweat and hair, almost giving her the illusion that she was being pierced by a sword.

"Come again!"

Murong Yan glanced at Murong Yan expressionlessly, withdrew the branch, and lightly motioned for the practice to continue! ”

"Ah, yes!"

Murong Yan hurriedly raised his head and put out a sword starter. At the same time, he took a deep breath of air, expelling the frustration of the defeat he had just achieved with the hallucinatory fear that pierced his brain.

Murong Yan waited for Murong Yan to finish preparing, her wrist shook, the cold light stretched out, and the tip of the flat branch pierced straight to Murong Yan's chest.

This sword went straight to the middle palace, which seemed to be unremarkable, but it happened to seal all of Murong Yan's possible sword routes, so that she had no way to advance or retreat, so she had to seal the sword horizontally.

"Smack!"

The branch was on the sword, and an invisible force struck. Murong Yan only felt that his arm shook violently, and the long sword seemed to be 'wanting' to fly out of his hand, and he subconsciously mobilized his internal force to resist, which was able to resolve this invisible force that seemed to be a dragonfly and water, but was actually heavier than Mount Tai.

The shadow of the sword flew, and the branches shook and turned, drawing a graceful arc, bypassing Murong Yan's long sword, and stabbing at Murong Yan's shins.

Murong Yan couldn't react in time, the long sword was a line slower, and she didn't have time to block, so she could only jump up and leap from the air to dodge.

Murong Yan retreated quickly, and the speed of the sword shadow stabbed faster, only to hear a pop, and the branch had already pierced Murong Yan's 'chest' and mouth.

"Ahh

Tanzhong's 'acupoint' was stabbed, and Murong Yan's internal force was suddenly suffocated, and her whole body was discharged, and she suddenly fell from the air involuntarily.

However, contrary to Murong Yan's expectations, just when she thought she was going to fall from the air and fall her ass to the sky, she fell into a soft embrace.

"Xiao Yan, you are really useless, you are not as good as a carving!"

Murong Yan pursed her lips, glared at Murong Yan as if dissatisfied, then let go of her embrace, put her down, and said coldly: "Go on!" ”

Before Murong Yan could enjoy the soft embrace of her young lady, she was reprimanded on the spot, and she was suddenly disillusioned, so she could only smile bitterly, pick up the long sword, and continue to practice with this stern young lady.

As the saying goes, if you don't die, you won't die, the reason why she is in the current predicament is that she was caught by her own sword demon lady and practiced harshly, but she can't blame others, it is completely her own death.

Beginners practice martial arts, not just have a cheats, there is no master to guide the tricks, lead the practice, and practice by themselves. Murong Yan has just arrived, that is, she has not inherited her original memory, nor has she any experience in cultivating martial arts, even if she faces the dazzling array of martial arts cheats in the Huanshi Water Pavilion, she also doesn't understand, and there is no treasure mountain but no 'door' path.

Therefore, she asked her most powerful sword demon sister to teach her martial arts. Needless to say, the sword demon sister is like her sword, her words must be done, and her deeds must be fruitful, since she has agreed to teach her martial arts, she will inevitably be trained with the most sincere and strict standards.

In Murong Yan's own words, the way of the sword is noble and sincere, and it must be sincere to the sword, to the people, and to the heart. Therefore, when drawing the sword, you must concentrate and not be distracted. In order to make Murong Yan quickly enter this state, Murong Yan was ruthless, and each sword contained a huge pressure. The all-round oppression from the 'essence' divine intent, momentum, sword qi, sword power, and so on, forced Murong Yan to concentrate all her 'essence' strength and rack her brains to deal with each of Murong Yan's swords.

This kind of teaching method, which is closest to actual combat, is naturally remarkable. Under Murong Yan's merciless oppression and oppression, Murong Yan entered the speed of God, from being ignorant at the beginning, to now having a good appearance, and occasionally being able to make two moves under Murong Yan's sword, but it only 'spent' five or six days of effort.

It's just that if she can choose, Murong Yan would rather not make progress now than be destroyed under the sword demon sister! Sister Sword Demon's swordsmanship is certainly strong and boundless, but her teaching methods are too strict!

There is no theoretical teaching, no prediction and guidance, only real combat training. All right and wrong, failure, and success must be experienced by Murong Yan himself with his own body in the training.

There is no need for special punishment, because no matter how faint the flaw is, no matter how small the irregular action, Murong Yan will find the gap and 'pump' it on his body with a branch. The kind of weakening that penetrates deep into the bone marrow, stabs the nerves by the true qi, and magnifies the pain, tingling, sourness, and other pains tenfold and hundredfold, each blow makes Murong Yan's heart palpitate, and she doesn't dare to try it a second time.

Actual combat training, find flaws, correct posture, do not change twice, do not change twice, do not change three times, and do not change three times...... The merciless stick 'stick' was directly 'pumped' until Murong Yan corrected it himself.

Murong Yan's teaching method is so simple and concise, she only practices with Murong Yan for one hour every day, and then completely abandons her. But after every sparring exercise, it was ensured that Murong Yan didn't even have the strength to stand, and she had to massage the 'waiters' and 'women' for half a day, and then bathe with soup and 'medicine' before she could recover.

After tasting all kinds of painful tastes, Murong Yan couldn't help but secretly regret why she had a quick mouth and invited this harsh sword demon sister who never knew how to release water to teach her martial arts. Wouldn't Sister Xiang'er, who is kind and kind over there, and has a wealth of experience in teaching apprentices to the famous 'door' faction, be more suitable?

Helpless, there has never been a regret in the world about 'medicine', in the face of the stern and serious Sword Demon Sister, Murong Yan couldn't say that she didn't want to learn anymore, and she was even more unwilling to give up because of this little frustration and hardship, so she could only grit her teeth and persevere, looking forward to being able to support her under the Sword Demon Sister for a while and suffer less 'sticks'.

Murong Yan's swordsmanship is not known how many times higher than Murong Yan's, and with a casual blow, it is all wonderful to the peak, so that Murong Yan needs to concentrate on his whole body, and desperately mobilize and squeeze the strength potential of his whole body to resist one or two. In front of Murong Yan, any 'refined' subtle swordsmanship moves, or any well-walled sword circle defense, were meaningless. Only by using the most concise and direct body movements, the most basic sword moves such as stabbing, cutting, cutting, and slashing, without a trace of distracting thoughts, without a trace of hesitation and vacillation, and without a trace of redundant movements, can he barely take Murong Yan's sword strike.

Although Murong Yan just used the sword at will, but one sword was faster than the other, one sword was heavier than the other, and one sword was sharper than the other, and the pressure was increased layer by layer, and he 'forced' Murong Yan's physical strength step by step.

"Pay attention to the rhythm and don't breathe 'messy'!"

"Yes!"

"Keep your hands steady and keep up!"

"Yes!"

"The sword is three inches high!"

"Yes!"

"It's too slow, hurry up!"

"Yes!"

……

Such a high-intensity sword fighting made Murong Yan tremble and tired after a while. Only when she reaches her limit and is 'pumped' by Murong Yan's branches and points out her shortcomings can she get a short opportunity to adjust her breathing, operate her internal force, and recover one or two points of 'essence' strength.

Such a short one-hour sparring is a serious postgraduate examination for Murong Yan's physical fitness and will. Although it had only been carried out for five or six days, Murong Yan felt that five or six months had passed.

"Boom!"

The long sword in Murong Yan's hand flew away again, but this time the branch did not fall on her.

Murong Yan stopped moving, first looked up at the sun rising in mid-air, and then at Murong Yan, who was trying to breathe and calm down, nodded slightly, and said, "Okay, that's all for today!" ”

"Whew! Call! Is it over......"

Hearing Murong Yan announce the end of today's training, Murong Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, she didn't have the strength to cheer at all, an hour of extreme sparring had already squeezed her physical strength and 'spirit' to the limit, her muscles and 'flesh' were sore, and her sweat was like pulp, all supported by the 'spirit' spirit that refused to admit defeat.

Now that the 'essence' spirit is gone, the fatigue and pain that was originally pressed by the true qi and other situations suddenly attack together, making her whole body suddenly fall apart, and it is very difficult to even move her fingers.

Although Murong Yan now wanted to lie down on the ground and rest regardless of her image, but because of Murong Yan's teachings, she still tried her best, commanded her body with difficulty, sat down cross-legged, her heart turned to the sky, the god of the underworld looked inward, and wholeheartedly carried Zhou Tian with her pranayama true qi.

"Yanyan, it's not good for you to teach Ah Jiu like this!"

Just when Murong Yan was concentrating on pranayama and recovering her strength, a delicate and beautiful, beautiful and beautiful young 'girl' came out of the 'flowers' on the rockery, she was Murong Yan's other sister Murong Xiang.

Murong Xiang walked down the stairs and said: "Ah Jiu is not your eagle, only rely on practical training to let Ah Jiu experience it himself, it is better to explain and demonstrate to Ah Jiu first, and then come to feed the trick training, in this way, Ah Jiu will definitely learn faster!" ”

Regarding Murong Xiang's criticism of his teaching methods, Murong Yan only raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his hand and drew a shallow sword mark in front of Murong Xiang's steps: "You said that we can't teach people, then let's compare and compare to see whose swordsmanship is better!" ”

"I'm not your opponent in the sword competition, but compared to the disciple brother, you may not be able to compare with me!" Murong Xiang smiled lightly, turning a blind eye to Murong Yan's provocative actions, Yan Yan is a battle maniac, even the invincible father in the world has a headache for her, she has to hide outside and dare not return to the palace, how can Sister Xiang'er, who is smart and has a big heart, be fooled.

"Humph! Boring! ”

Seeing that Murong Xiang didn't react to his provocation, Murong Yan suddenly felt a little bored, her father, mother, and those aunts, sisters, and sisters who were still a little bit of martial arts were still a little interesting, but they refused to accompany her to fight, and finally met someone who was willing to accompany her to practice, but her strength was too poor, and she couldn't even take a move she made at will, it was too boring.

Murong Yan, who felt very bored, casually threw the branch in his hand back into the bushes, jumped over, and disappeared.