On the practice ground, there was a strange scene, Su Daoyi continued to feed his students, and the improvement of the students was clearly visible, and the three-style swordsmanship was like flowing water, as if it were natural.

And on the other hand, he put his hands behind his back, patiently waiting for something. His students opened their eyes a little confused.

"Master, can I try it?"

He nodded in encouragement.

The student took out a long sword, rushed forward with the sword, and shook the sword body in the process, drawing many afterimages, and slashed it fiercely.

He smiled, this kid has a good understanding.

"The first sword, the sword body rotates ninety degrees, yes, with the sword facing up. The second sword, don't shake, that action is many, the degree is slow, directly in the march of the sword body rotated nine degrees, into the blade rushed up, pay attention, this twist must be resolute, decisive. The third sword, instead of slashing, is still a thorn, except that the tip of the sword is fifteen degrees lower than the sword, and a stab is stabbed. ”

The student compared it with the sword intent of his own enlightenment, and a knowing smile appeared on his face. He performed it again, and he slowed him down, and performed it more than a dozen times in a row.

At this time, Qian handed over the jade slip to it and asked him to compare the sword moves and focus on learning the meridian route of the true qi in the body.

In order to synchronize his true qi with the sword style, his degree was slower, like a sword dance.

Finally, some students began to pay attention to the situation on the side of the dragon, and someone shouted mocking: "You see, the student of Su Shi is like a dragon, and the student of Mr. Su is simply stunned, I don't know what to say." ”

"His degree is too slow, what is the power of such a swordsmanship? Will the other party wait to be cut by you on the spot? ”

At the viewing table, the words of the crowd were not praising Su Daoyi's teachings and entering the gods, and they were completely disappointed with Qian.

Hao Zhanfin sighed even more: "Heaven does not give birth to Su Daoyi, and the way of the sword is like a long night." ”

"Bang, Bang!" The phoenix-winged black dragon laughed, and when he accidentally took off the dragon's whiskers, he hit the dragon's eyes again, and grinned.

Wondering what evil spirits were, he asked, "Black Dragon, why are you so angry this time? Don't you often hit your own eyes?"

"Damn, he bit his tongue this time. ”

The little duckling gasped, as if he had seen a ghost, "Brother, Boss Qian actually let this little monk show his sword intent, my God." ”

At this time, the students were already in ecstasy, and a black curtain covering their eyes seemed to have been cut open by a sword. Not only did he see a new world of kendo, but he also realized a new way of cultivating.

He was shocked inexplicably, only he knew how much he had improved, his classmate, it was impossible for him to have such progress, and he couldn't even comprehend the sword intent.

He waved his hands sincerely and asked respectfully, "Master, can I compete with him in a sword fight?"

He nodded and said, "When you are in battle, you can forget the sword moves, just remember the sword intent." You remember, vainly trying to show the sword intent with a sword move is to paint the god with form, just like painting a tiger according to a cat, and it is rare to have charm. And the sword intent to stimulate the sword move, this is to shape the form with the god, and it will inevitably have both form and spirit. ”

The student trembled with excitement as if he had been enlightened, kept muttering to himself, firmly remembering the teachings of the school, and suddenly "pounced" on his knees and kowtowed three times.

He endured these three prostrations with great poise, and he taught with his heart, as it should be.

However, the elders, guests, and students in the audience didn't understand, what was this about?

Su Daoyi and Qian came to each other, and laughed head-on: "Mr. Qian, how is the good apprentice, the sword style has ever been successful." ”

Qian said truthfully: "This sword style is quite crude, and it is difficult to run it perfectly. ”

Many people were dumbfounded, and the discussion was loud.

"If you don't learn and don't know how to do it, you can't teach the law yourself, and you even blame the royal sword can't do it. ”

"The breath is so loud that there is no edge, I don't know how to deal with myself for a while?"

Even the emperor and Qi Yunpeng, who had a good impression of Dongfang Yu, couldn't help frowning. Although it is only the basic technique of the royal family, after all, it is the starting style of the Zongjian sword, and it has been tempered by countless generations, and it is too rough to say that it is too Meng Lang.

Su Daoyi was stunned at first, and then showed disdain, such an opponent made him speechless, tasteless, and had a feeling of victory. He said a little gloomy: "That's it, let the two students compete." ”

He stepped out of the way and stood with his hands in his hands ten steps away.

The two students were about 30 meters apart, and Su Daoyi's students were swords in their chests, their eyes were shining, and they were determined and confident.

The students of the sword hung their eyes down, like an old monk in a fixed position, standing with a sword in his hand, without any sharp breath.

When comparing the images of the two, it seems that they are superior and judgmental.

Suddenly, he said in a loud voice, "Wait." ”

The two students froze at the same time and turned their heads to look at him.

He took out a half-body armor, threw it to Su Daoyi's student, and ordered, "Put it on." ”

The student looked at his teacher blankly, and Su Daoyi didn't understand either, so he only heard Qian say indifferently: "As long as you wear it, this top-level mortal weapon is yours." ”

A top-level mortal weapon is still extremely attractive to the Yuanying Monk, he can use it all the way to the transformation of the gods, or even the true immortal product, and immediately put it on excitedly.

The VIPs and students in the audience couldn't figure out what they meant, what did he mean?

While everyone was wondering, the two students regained their fighting stance.

Su Daoyi's student suddenly shouted: "Senior brother, I'm offended." ”

He rushed forward with both feet, and the sword in his hand changed from a horizontal holding to a forward stab, and the sword was bright, and he had charged more than ten meters in a blink of an eye.

The students finally opened their eyes, and a fierce sword intent rose out of thin air, and between the two students suddenly seemed to be a calm sea on the surface, and there was already an undercurrent surging in the depths. It was as if a fierce dragon had awakened.

The student only stepped out with his sword, and the tip of the sword was already shining like a cold star, and a strange light came out of the world, like a meteor cutting through the sky.

The surging sword intent, accompanied by the aurora of heaven and earth, rose from his hand at the same time, and a "crackling" sword sound sounded in the air.

The two were about to collide together, and the student suddenly flipped his wrist, and the sword surface suddenly turned vertical, and countless spatial cracks suddenly appeared between the two, like a ghost mouth that chooses people to devour, like countless silver fish that suddenly jumped up on the river.

Su Daoyi's student screamed in fright, and in his eyes, the sword light began to resemble a mountain stream, gradually resembling a melting waterfall on a snow cliff, suddenly turning into a big river, and the sword light was like a sea.

The violent and serene sword intent was about to bury him, and he couldn't help but want to kneel.

However, it was too late.

The level of students is not high, and they can't collect it freely. He himself was horrified to see that countless violent sword lights all broke into his classmate's chest and abdomen, dazzling the two of them blind.

Qingyue's sword roared intensively, like the sound of war drums, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

"No!"

He shouted, as if he had seen his classmate die at his own hands.

"Click!"

"Boom!"

That top-level mortal weapon actually caused a small Yuanying monk to split a crack, and the unlucky young man vomited blood and flew upside down, as if he had been hit head-on by a high-speed train.

Qian's student threw his sword and rushed to his classmates, and suddenly saw the top-level mortal weapon on his body, his eyes were shocked, and he turned his head to look at Qian, it turned out that the master had already predicted the ending.

There was a sudden silence on the training ground.

(End of chapter)

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