"The Tao is very Tao, very Tao,

Heaven and earth and humanity are the way of the sword,

The underworld, the white path, the ecliptic, the equator, ......"

The singing voice does not have much melody, it is not so much a singing voice as a chanting.

However, the voice is hoarse, rich, and vicissitudes, giving people a sad feeling of reading the prosperity of the world.

Qi Zihuan couldn't help but be attracted by the singing and walked in that direction.

In a clearing in the forest, there are several statues of King Kong with their colors peeling off all around, or holding umbrellas, or holding harps, or holding swords, all of them are angry and round, staring at the figure of the dancing sword in the center of the clearing.

The sword dancer is, of course, Yan Chixia, who has just changed from a headhunter to a ranger.

I saw that while he opened his mouth and sang the Tao, he danced the big sword in the wind, sometimes like lightning, and the sword rose, and sometimes he split the mountains with force, and the fallen leaves collapsed.

"Ghost Dao, Shinto, ** Yang Dao. Ah, blah, nonsense! ”

The song became more and more uninhibited, and the sword momentum changed accordingly

Yan Chixia's face was like frost, a sneer at the corner of her lips, she swayed vertically and horizontally in rhythm, her sword qi soared like a rainbow, breaking through the clouds and the sun, and her sword moves opened and closed, like angry waves rolling frost and snow, fast and intense.

Finally, he rose in the air, stepped lightly on the King Kong statue on his toes, and his feet did not touch the ground for a circle, and the long sword cut a bright arc in the air, and then closed the momentum, and landed gently, silently.

The leaves are fluttering, and his beard is rippling.

"Sigh! I plead with myself! ”

The song stops, the sword stops.

The nebula covered the sky, the dead leaves fell to the ground, and the King Kong in all directions was still angry, and everything seemed to have returned to the starting point.

It's like that life......

Qi Zihuan, who had been watching it for a long time, couldn't help but applaud.

Yan Chixia had already discovered him, and she was not surprised, and after glancing at him, her body suddenly moved.

The big sword in his hand slashed at the head with the sound of breaking wind.

Qi Zihuan smiled bitterly, he could only avoid it with a sliding step, and with a shock of his right hand, he summoned the peachwood sword.

Although he knew that Yan Chixia did not use the Demon Breaking Sword in his sword box that could be used as a flying sword, even the big sword he used was also cold and shining, and it looked extremely sharp.

The peachwood sword handed down by my grandfather has proven to be a very hard thing after all the battles.

But no matter what, with wood against a sharp blade, Qi Zihuan still didn't dare.

Fortunately, whether it was his own small Teng Technique or Xia Hou's swordsmanship, it was not too difficult to dodge this Tiger Wind Sword Momentum.

Occasionally, I can seize the opportunity to stab a sword, or stab the wrist, or point the throat, and even once stabbed the seven points of the sword body of the big sword.

"Good!"

Yan Chixia praised loudly, put away her sword and stroked her hair, and her mood seemed very happy.

The reason why Qi Zihuan was able to play with ease was actually because Yan Chixia did not exert too much force. Otherwise, with his current level of basically being the first person in kendo, he would not be able to let a paper seller go back and forth so much.

"Yan Daxia dances the sword alone under the moon, and he is really interested! Hopefully, boy, I didn't bother you. Qi Zihuan withdrew the wooden sword and said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, I can't imagine that in just one day, you can comprehend Xiahou's swordsmanship to this point, you can be described as a genius." Yan Chixia thrust the big sword into the ground and found a stone to sit on, "I see that your body is better than Xiahou, and you were also a martial arts practitioner before?" ”

Qi Zihuan also found a big tree root, sat down indifferently, and said slowly: "My family has been doing white things for several generations, and I have also passed down some ways of yin and yang ghost techniques. ”

Yan Chixia looked Qi Zihuan up and down, as if looking for the trace of the peachwood sword, and asked curiously: "I saw your wooden sword just now, it seems ordinary, but I can feel that it contains a lot of power, as if it has a natural suppression effect on evil things, I don't know if it's right?" ”

"Yes, there are some Taoist methods in my family that specialize in overcoming evil things, among which you can use the power of the divine soul to stimulate the power of the peachwood sword to punish evil and kill demons." A hint of helplessness appeared on Qi Zihuan's face, "But it's a pity that my divine soul is not strong enough, and the power in this peachwood sword has not yet been exerted by one-twelve." ”

Yan Chixia is an ally that Qi Zihuan wants to win over no matter what, and he will have to fight side by side with him in the future to fight Grandma Dou to kill the old demon of Montenegro, so it doesn't hurt to let the two sides understand each other better at this time.

"Let's try." Yan Chixia waved her hand without any politeness.

Qi Zihuan didn't have a mother-in-law, stood up, summoned the peachwood sword again, recited the incantation silently in his mouth, and wiped the two fingers of his left hand to the sword body, and the inscription part of Shen Tu Yu Lei shimmered.

His spirit continued to urge, and he slashed three times in a row in front of him, during which the black light was a little more abundant.

Yan Chixia frowned and stared, and after a moment of silence, she said, "I also have a method, using spells to match sword momentum, and the effect on evil things is similar to your trick." It's just that my method is even more violent, and the power that erupts from a sword is very strong, but the loss is also large, and it can't last. ”

After saying that, he got up and took out an ancient sword from the sword box he carried.

"Prajnaparamita......" came out of his mouth and spat Sanskrit.

With a sword split, the golden light shines brightly, and the power is unparalleled.

Qi Zihuan had been trying to feel the fluctuations of soul power around Yan Chixia's body since just now, closed his eyes and carefully experienced it for a while, and then asked one of the tricks.

Yan Chixia was also open-minded, and casually talked about her experience in using this trick.

He used to be an official, although he was famous, but he always felt trapped in the world, and now he finally put down his burden and live in seclusion in the mountains.

Xiahou can teach, can't I teach it?

What's more, this move of him and Qi Zihuan is to stimulate the power of the sword through the urging of the spell and his own soul power, although from the spell, one is the Buddha system and the other is the Tao system, but the principle is really similar.

Well, many people have always thought that Yan Chixia is a Taoist priest, but in fact, he is wrong, strictly speaking, he can only be regarded as a ranger, whether it is the Diamond Sutra of Buddhism or the Taoist charms, he has always used whichever is useful.

One of the two humbly asked for advice, and the other patiently explained, and they talked very happily.

Qi Zihuan tried several times, and finally succeeded, and the power of a sword was increased by at least three times.

"Yan Daxia, thank you for your advice." Qi Zihuan gained a lot for two consecutive nights, even if he didn't sleep, he was still in good spirits, "By the way, there is something I want to discuss with you." You know I can do the art of paper figures, right? ”

"Hmm." Although Yan Chixia didn't see it in person that day, she also heard Xiahou say that it was a paper man who saved his life.

"You didn't succeed in persuading the scholar named Ning Caichen, he came to this forest again tonight, but instead of going to Lanruo Temple, he went directly to the residence of a female ghost." Qi Zihuan began to share information.

The next step in his plan is to form a united front.

Mages, rangers, scholars, ghosts.