Changed in a moment, then calmed down again. Yu Lang let out a long breath of turbidity.

There was a blue glow in the depths of his eyes, which made his originally ice-blue eyes even clearer.

After a long time, Yu Lang slowly lifted the quilt.

looked sideways at Long Xiang, only to see the latter sleeping soundly.

Yu Lang silently picked up a long item from his luggage, then gently pushed the door open and walked out of the dormitory.

He was looking for a place.

Find a quiet place where no one is around. A private space that doesn't interfere with your own good things.

At this time in the afternoon, daylight is sparse. And Chenyao is built on the mountain, with many green plants. This makes the college road shady and not stuffy.

Yu Lang took a step and ran, looking left and right, and successfully found the place he wanted.

A grove of trees.

Yu Lang's footsteps slowed down, and the fallen leaves were clustered on his toes, and he slowly took out the long tool in his hand, and his body stood in the sparse place of light and shadow.

After a closer look, I found that the long tool in his hand was a wooden sword with an unsightly appearance.

The wooden sword has no blade, and only roughly has the shape of a sword. The grip is closely aligned with the calluses on the palms of teenagers.

"Drink!"

Suddenly, Yu Lang shouted, squatted down, and his feet swam in a strange trajectory. Step by step, step by step. After only seven steps forward, the leaves of the trees fell one after another.

The pores on his body seemed to tremble, spitting wisps of cold air like a spring. Then, the wooden sword in his hand straightened forward, and the spirit of the whole person was highly concentrated.

Momentum!

The first chapter of the Ice Sword Technique, standing up with a sword.

Emperor Bing Ling once reminded Yu Lang that there was no definite law, and the famous master had not yet danced the sword and the sword intent was unparalleled, deterring the enemy, and surrendering the soldiers without a fight.

This formula, Yu Lang spent a month just pondering. And now it's just a little bit of a way.

As a layman who has never practiced martial arts, just understanding is nothing more than a blind man touching an elephant. Understanding the meaning and qi of Xuan and Xuan, Yu Lang still relied on the body of Bingzi to have a little idea.

The momentum rises, and then the sword dances.

Yu Lang crossed the wooden sword in his hand, and the sound of breaking wind sounded where he swept away. Turning the tip of the sword, twisting the waist horizontally, one style after another, it was unleashed.

Meaning and qi are different, Yu Lang has his intention at the beginning, but has never comprehended qi.

Yu Lang closed his eyes, and the fatigue in his heart faded. The process of practicing swords, to a large extent, can help him to dissipate the depression in his heart, so that his thoughts can be cleared and he can forget his irritability.

The fallen leaves were shocked, flying up one after another, and sprinkled around the remaining waves.

Yu Lang was highly concentrated, his expression was focused and serious, and he acted meticulously.

He already knows very well that strength is paramount. Becoming stronger, only by becoming stronger, can he be given a sense of security. Otherwise, if you walk on a cliff, you will always be on guard.

He was not reconciled.

Yu Lang's gaze was projected onto ordinary people for the first time. It turns out that in the so-called Nine Heavens Dimension, there are still people who don't have spirit armor.

And they are being deceived. They are isolated in a world outside of the Spirit Armor. Blinded by Jingyu and controlled by Jingyu. They have no thoughts.

The wooden sword was a little heavier.

In the forest, the boy dances the sword.

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A woman in white, standing quietly outside the woods, watched the young man's focused movements.

The woman has an extremely slender waist and a rippling posture. His eyes were as clear as a child's, without a hint of magazines.

She looked at Yu Lang fixedly. There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

The woman suddenly laughed, then shook her head. Her delicate lips twitched slightly, and she muttered to herself:

"Ice Sword Technique?"

"The best sword move of the Ice Clan."

"This young man, there are some mistakes in every style, which makes the sword moves always incoherent."

"However, what's interesting is that each style is full of amazing sword intent - faintly resonating with his own physique to achieve harmony, which is actually what a teenager can do? It takes a terrifying mental power......"

A touch of charm appeared on the woman's face, and the smile remained unchanged. Immediately, she stretched out her right index finger, imitating Yu Lang's figure, and danced.

The air around the index finger seemed to be a little thinner, and one cold light after another was amazingly sharp and boundless.

"Oh, that's right."

The woman's smile grew brighter.

She looked at the fingers of her right hand, then at the young man who was dancing the sword, and muttered inwardly, "As a reward, give me some advice." ”

Between thoughts, the woman's figure skyrocketed instantly, like a ghost, and in a blink of an eye, she was in front of Yu Lang.

Yu Lang sensed something, the wooden sword in his hand paused, and he hurriedly opened his eyes, staring at the woman in white in front of him in astonishment.

He wasn't sure how he felt right now. Normally, when you see a stranger who suddenly appears, no one is confused and cringe.

And just when Yu Lang met the woman's eyes, he felt relieved.

The woman's eyes do not contain any impurities, just like the eyes of a newborn baby, which hits the heart.

And the woman's temperament is tepid, extremely introverted, and as ordinary as ordinary people.

"You...... Who are you? ”

Yu Lang asked suspiciously, and his inner vigilance was unconsciously lowered a lot.

The woman smiled: "You don't have to introduce yourself." I just happened to pass by, and when I saw you practicing your sword hard, I felt a little relieved. ”

Yu Lang was shocked, but he didn't know how to speak.

The woman sneered, and there was no style.

She said to herself: "Your sword moves, the first and eighth styles, are a few points away from the front, and in actual combat, this will cause you to take care of yourself." ”

"The third and fourth forms are too conservative. You should point your sword diagonally forward. The sword is a gentleman in the weapon, sharp but not leaky. That's not to say that it's completely leaky. ”

"In general, your every move and style is too one-dimensional and full of mistakes." The woman is colorful.

Yu Lang's heart was dumbfounded.

After a short period of thought, Yu Lang immediately danced the wooden sword again as the woman said.

The sword moves open and close, one is compact and one is compact, and it has a strange beauty.

This......

The overall sword technique is much smoother. It's just a few minor tweaks.

Yu Lang was even more surprised.

Even the Ice Spirit Emperor had never picked out his fault so sharply.

Yu Lang's gaze at the woman instantly became hot, full of awe and worship.

"Thank you for your advice." Yu Lang solemnly saluted the woman.

The woman smiled and bent down to pick up a dead leaf from the ground.

The dead leaf was pinched by the woman's fingertips and thrown out lightly.

Immediately after, the woman's index finger swept through like thunder, leaving only a stack of afterimages.

In mid-air, the dead leaves were cut off horizontally, and in the process of falling, they turned into a pile of powder.

"Have you read carefully?" The woman's voice was very soft, like a spring breeze.

Yu Lang's eyes lit up, and his voice trembled slightly: "Is it sword qi?" ”

The woman shook her head and said, "You don't look carefully." ”