The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled the entire Xu Yuefeng, dragging the shadows of the disciples who practiced swords on the red stone flat for a long time, and the verdant mountains began to turn brownish, and the fragrance of ripe wild fruits hit with the gusts of mountain wind, all of which showed that the bleak and desolate autumn was coming.

Yunchen was dancing the sword, still very slowly. There is no need for him to dance the sword after practicing light skills, any combination of sword skills limited by pace is no longer a problem for him who can stay in the air for a long time, as long as he simulates it in his mind, he can master it a few times when no one is at night.

But he still has to dance the sword, firstly, because Jing'er wants to watch him dance the sword, secondly, he must get used to the continuous operation of the mental method to gather vitality in the exercise, and only when he gets used to it can he become instinctive; third, he has been accustomed to the slow sword dance for so many years.

Di Yunjing, who had lunch with Xing Qianzhong and his wife and five closed disciples at noon, did not want to look back at Yuefeng at all, she led a group of Xu Yuefeng's little junior brothers, picked a large number of wild fruits all over the mountains and piled them on the stone mill, and then sat on the stone mill alone while gnawing wild fruits while watching Yunchen dance the sword intently, the rich fruit pulp splashed all over her face, and the rouge gouache on her face was stirred, and her clean and charming face became a little flower cat again, which was really unsightly.

Yun Jing looked at Yunchen dancing the sword without blinking, although she didn't know what the point of Yunchen practicing like this was, but she still watched it with relish, as if she couldn't get enough of it, she felt a hint of enjoyment for the first time in the boring sword practice.

Not only him, but many of Xu Yuefeng's disciples have a feeling of enjoyment since they watched Yunchen's slow sword dance three years ago, and now they have more expectations than Yun Jing, looking forward to watching the snowflakes fly like dragons and snakes with Yunchen's slow long sword when it snows.

Everyone has a different way to let the people around them remember themselves, Yunchen, he uses a sword, the sword that dances slowly, but can make people look at it and sink into it, he is not gorgeous, not sharp, not tricky, not fast, but has a unique charm, Xu Yuefeng's disciples think, if you understand, you understand, you don't understand, you don't understand.

"Senior brother". Yun Chen, who was dancing the sword, heard that it was Yun Chang calling him. He stopped the sword in his hand and looked at the red-faced junior brother in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Teacher, senior brother, you are still dancing the sword slowly and leisurely as before, junior brother, I really can't see the use of this, now you have been locked up for three years, and now the master also said that your cultivation is higher than mine, junior brother, junior brother, I am not convinced, so I hope to have a competition with you, I hope you agree, senior brother." Although Yun Chang's face was full of compulsion, there was a determination in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, Brother Xinchen, teach the stammering junior brother well, if you don't want to, I'll teach him a lesson for you!" Di Yunjing, who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, heard that Yun Chang was going to have fun, and immediately stood up with bright eyes, looking like he was about to move.

Yunchen can be heard that this is a rebellion, it seems that he has been an honest man in the past few years, but it has boosted the prestige of some people, "The tiger is not powerful, you treat Lao Tzu as a sick cat, this wind cannot rise" Yunchen, who made up his mind to give Yun Chang a "surprise", flicked the sword belonging to Jing'er in his hand, and raised his left hand lightly, signaling that Yun Chang could start.

Seeing that the two of them were going to compete, the disciples of Xu Yuefeng, who liked to be lively, hurriedly moved out of the venue and cheered one after another, and the scene was suddenly more lively than the pre-snow competition in previous years. Yun Chang took the lead in attacking with his sword, Yun Chen still squinted his eyes, and at the moment when the tip of Yun Chang's sword was about to reach his body, the long sword that was hanging down suddenly stood upright in front of him, and just touched the tip of the sword that Yun Chang stabbed over. In the exclamations of the disciples of Xu Yue Peak, Yun Chen, who was already in a desperate situation, took advantage of the power of this touch to rotate his body in an incredible reversal, this kind of rotation Every Xu Yue Peak disciple present can, but no one can adjust the balance of his body so well like Yun Chen, one turn, three times in a row, just avoiding the sword that Yun Chang thought was inevitable.

Yun Chang didn't wait for Yun Chen to stand firm, the next sword came smoothly, a good Yun Chen, I saw his upper body pitched, a light and agile sliding step under his feet, and the long sword in his hand took advantage of the situation to send the Yun Long Sword that he had already avoided, and dissolved Yun Chang's next move. "Phew", everyone watching the battle also secretly breathed a sigh of relief for Yunchen.

"It's a little close, almost enough to defeat him" Seeing Yun Chen's avoidance of such an embarrassed Yun Chang's heart to win, the idea of winning occupied his brain, he took a wrong step to close the distance with Yun Chen, the sword in his hand pointed at Yun Chen's waist again, the target was getting closer and closer in his eyes, and Yun Chang's heart had even begun to cheer for his victory.

The next moment, a strong force came from the sword in his hand, and the target in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and Yun Chang, who didn't have time to be surprised, felt a chill on his neck, it was the sword in Yun Chen's hand.

The exclamations of the audience filled the audience, and the disciples of Xu Yuefeng, who had watched the alternative competition, chanted the name of the winner: "Yunchen, Yunchen, Yunchen!" Each of them thought that they had not looked away, Yunchen's slow practice every day was indeed a peerless swordsmanship that they did not understand, and they even thought in their hearts that they should spend more time watching it in the future.

For Yun Chen, this is not a victory that can make him feel the slightest excitement, although he and Yun Chang are both in the seventh layer of Ice Silence, but whether it is the understanding of sword skills, the depth of vitality, or actual combat experience, he is far superior to Yun Chang.

"If you don't want to become a second fool, you can let me go." After cheering, Yunchen didn't forget to pour a scoop of cold water on these hot-blooded guys, he didn't want to be "consulted" by these well-fed guys every day.

Only then did everyone think of the defeated Yun Chang, only to see Yun Chang standing in place with a decadent face, and muttered repeatedly: "This, this is impossible, a little, almost I won." This look is obviously stupid!

Yun Jing cautiously walked up to Yun Chang, stretched out her hand and shook it in front of him, seeing that he didn't react in the slightest, she immediately cheered: "Dumb, stupid, stupid, Yun Chang has become a fool!"

"Magic sword, this is clearly a magic sword!"

"What is a sword that can kill people stupidly, not a magic sword?"

Every Xu Yuefeng disciple who was fortunate enough to witness Yun Chang's stupid appearance secretly speculated, and at the same time, a drop of coolness rose from the bottom of their hearts, and they subconsciously took two steps away from Yun Chen, and then they were not at ease, so they moved two more steps, for fear that if they were not careful, they would provoke the magic sword and turn themselves into an existence like Yun Chang.

Listening to Yun Jing, who was all the disciples of Xu Yuefeng shouting "magic sword", the whole person covered her stomach and laughed, is it obviously her sword that Yunchen changed in the morning, how can there be any bullshit magic sword. Thinking of this, Yun Jing immediately ran to the Ascension Palace, and she wanted to tell her master and sister about her brother Xinchen's great achievements as soon as possible.

Xing Qianzhong, who came in a hurry, shone on Yun Chang's ass is a kick, "something that is not self-sufficient". Yun Chang, who was kicked to the ground by the master, woke up, got up and stood beside the master, and looked at Yun Chen, who was dancing alone with a sword, and didn't know what to do. "Alas", Xing Qian glanced at Yunchen again, secretly exhaled, ignored them, and left alone.

Back in the Ascension Palace, Ouyang Jinfeng, who was helping the smiling Yun Jing wipe his face, hurriedly asked, "I heard Jing'er say that Yun Chang was killed stupidly by the magic sword in Yun Chen's hand, what's going on?"

Jing'er was still smiling, not only the disciples were interesting, but the master and the master were also very interesting.

"Forget it, this thing can still deceive you, there is no magic sword in this world, demons, all born from the heart. Seeing that his wife came to tease him, Xing Qianzhong told his wife about the situation just now, and when he talked about Yun Chang's stupidity, the two couldn't help but look at each other and laugh.

"To put it bluntly, Yunchen's is the first to show the enemy weakness, give the opponent hope, and make the other party think that he only needs to work a little hard to defeat him in the next sword, so after a few moves, when the other party's belief in his heart that he will win reaches a certain height, he suddenly changes his moves to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop. The sudden change made the opponent stagnant and muttered to himself. Cloud chief is the best example of this. Xing Qianzhong revealed the true secret of the "magic sword" to his wife.

"Is this still a sword technique?" Ouyang Jinfeng understood, this not only contains superb sword style body skills, but also extraordinary scheming, and the most important thing is the most fundamental insight into people's original surnames, so as to easily grasp everyone's inferior surname.

"This is a sword that punishes the heart, what he uses is sword intent!" Xing Qianzhong said with some shame, sword intent, not something he could teach Yun Chen, he could think of the mysterious sword master in Yun Chen's mouth, sword intent, it should be sharpened in the merciless competition between him and Yun Chen!

"That's right, it's sword intent," Yun Jing, who wiped her face clean, interjected: "My brother Xinchen is holding my sword, how can there be any magic sword, but it's really strange, after stammering Yun Chang was killed stupidly, he didn't stutter at all, hehe!"