As soon as Chen Sheng ran out, a haystack on the side of the road suddenly exploded, and immediately after, a sword light flew over, and the angle was very tricky.

Ooh?

This time the opponent has improved, and he actually learned to sneak attack?

Chen Sheng stepped a little and jumped out keenly, not entangled with him at all.

"Hahaha, don't come unharmed, Xiahou Lao'er, your secret has been exposed, I will kill your bird sooner or later."

"What?" Xiahou Feishan stabbed his sword into the air, and fell to the ground with a cold face: "That old man can't leave you alone." ”

"Please, old man, does your chest still hurt, have you been coughing lately?"

"Sharp-tongued boy, suffer death!"

"Then hurry up, I'm worried that you won't survive this Qingming Festival......"

Chen Sheng escaped from the back window, and he didn't have time to ride a horse, so he could only rely on the familiar terrain and try his best to deal with Xiahou Feishan.

So, the cat-and-mouse game was played out again.

"Jingle bell."

He can run if he can, and if he can't run, he will fight for a while and then run. Taking advantage of Xiahou Feishan's inattention, Chen Sheng suddenly sprinkled the rouge gouache that came from Shun, making the old man's face all over his face, and then stabbed the other party's sword.

"Ah...... Despicable and shameless. ”

The situation turned over again, Xiahou Feishan covered his chest and turned around and ran wildly, but Chen Sheng stared at him from behind, chasing and slashing all the way.

One moment I'll chase you, and another while you'll chase me......

From spring to summer, from summer to winter, Chen Sheng never expected that the protracted contest between the two of them would travel thousands of miles and last for a whole year.

At the beginning, Chen Sheng could only support thirty or fifty moves under Xiahou Feishan's sword, and he had to slip away immediately, but then as time went by, fifty or sixty moves, seventy or eighty moves, he became more and more courageous, more and more durable, and he was able to hold up hundreds of moves.

Powerful enemies put tremendous pressure on Chen Sheng, forcing him to keep improving.

Now, Chen Sheng has blended together more than a dozen swordsmanship he has learned, and has reached the realm of "integrating and doing whatever he wants", and has finally stepped into the threshold of super-first-class!

A biting morning.

Xiahou Feishan and Chen Sheng confronted each other in the wilderness.

Snowflakes fluttering.

The north wind is bleak.

Heaven and earth are vast.

Xiahou Feishan looked older than last year, his hair had fallen out, he looked up at the sky and sighed faintly.

"Boy, let's stop, let's stop fighting."

"Trying to lie to me?"

Chen Sheng, who was in high spirits, was very vigilant: "Hmph, what should you do, I can still insist." ”

"You can persevere, the old man can't hold on! XXX，XXXXX！ Xiahou Feishan jumped up and burst out a series of expletives.

Chen Sheng: "......"

The more Xiahou Feishan scolded, the louder he became, and when he was most excited, he actually threw his weapon to the ground.

This time, Chen Shengcai finally believed that the opponent really didn't want to continue.

His heart felt inexplicably relaxed, but he was also a little unsatisfied. Huh, huh? Am I cheap?

Since he said "stop", Chen Sheng became polite.

"How did the seniors figure it out?"

Xiahou Feishan choked up and said, "Today is the old man's sixty-sixth birthday. I want to go home and have a look, to see the old house, to see Xiahou Xing. ”

"Oops, congratulations."

Chen Sheng hurriedly applauded, and sang while applauding: "I wish you a happy birthday, I wish you a happy birthday, I wish you a happy birthday......

Xiahou Feishan's expression was distorted, as if he had stepped on when he went out.

"What's so weird?"

"I made it up myself."

"Then you're really blind!"

Chen Sheng was not angry, grinned and laughed, and then said with a straight face: "Please rest assured, the secrets of Xiahou Xing and Xue Keren will definitely rot in my stomach and will never be revealed." The sky proves that I, 'Qualcomm', am not a gossip person, otherwise I would be willing to be burned to death by fire and struck to death by lightning. ”

"Really?"

"There is no lie."

Xiahou Feishan glared at him for a long time before he spoke: "Okay, I believe you." ”

Chen Sheng hurriedly said, "Then can I go?" ”

"Get out of here."

"Thank you."

It's finally over, and his thank you is so sincere that he can't even close his mouth.

……

Unexpectedly, Chen Sheng had just taken two steps, and Xiahou Feishan actually flew back and blocked in front of him.

Chen Sheng hurriedly retreated, holding the long sword casually: "Huh? You don't talk about it! ”

"Am I that kind of person?"

"Like!"

Xiahou Feishan: "......"

He said angrily: "Stinky boy, what do you think of the old man? I'm looking for you for something else. ”

Chen Sheng slowly retracted his hand and said suspiciously, "Okay, then please speak." ”

Xiahou Feishan hesitated for a moment and sighed: "In this life, the old man pinned all his hopes on one person, but unfortunately, that person disappointed me." ”

Chen Sheng understands in seconds.

- He must be talking about his illegitimate son Xiahou Xing, Xiahou Xing is like a sheep shit egg, smooth and bright on the surface, but in fact, he has a belly of straw, which is useless.

"And then?"

Xiahou Feishan said: "Then I want to pass on the swordsmanship to you." ”

This time, Chen Sheng was surprised: "Why? ”

Xiahou Feishan said: "Back then, I had a duel with the old man of the Yan family, and I accidentally lost a move, which is the shame of my life. The old man wants you to learn my swordsmanship, and one day I will defeat Yan Thirteen and break his Thirteen Deadly Swords. As for my heir...... I can't count on it. ”

Chen Sheng shook his head and said, "No, no, Yan Shisan has a personal relationship with me, how can I seek revenge on him?" ”

"Pedantic!"

Xiahou Feishan reprimanded angrily: "There are no eternal enemies in the world, and there are no eternal friends, how can you guarantee that the two of you will not turn your face in the future?" ”

Chen Sheng continued to shirk: "However, Yan Shisan has now withdrawn from the rivers and lakes, even if I want to find him to compete with the sword, I have no chance." ”

Xiahou Feishan was speechless for a while, he frowned and said, "Then, the old man took a step back." You learn it first, even if Yan Thirteen retires, his swordsmanship will always be passed on, I don't care who you defeat, as long as you can defeat the heirs of "Thirteen Swords of Death". ”

"This ......"

Chen Sheng thought for a while and agreed, "Okay!" ”

Just kidding, the good thing of pie in the sky is a fool to refuse.

Promise to come down first, get the things in your hands, and then talk about it, as for the future, hehe, who can control him in the future?

"Then you're in for a treat."

Xiahou Feishan drew his long sword.

While slowly demonstrating, he explained: "My Xiahou family's kung fu is called "Fighting Water Sword Against the Current", with a total of nine hundred and eighty-one styles. This set of swordsmanship was created by the old man's ancestors when he was retrograde in the river, and since he lost to the "Thirteen Swords of Death", after my continuous exploration and adjustment, it has increased to one hundred and eight swords......"

Chen Sheng's eyes were burning, and he studied hard beside him.

If his swordsmanship is a masterpiece, then "Hitting the Water Against the Current" is the best.

Earlier, if he hadn't fled and fought in a fair place, he would have died several times.

This set of swordsmanship is dense and fast, with all kinds of unpredictable changes.

Because it is practiced in the rapids, it has a better sense of balance when shooting, and it is easier to maintain the center of gravity. For a swordsman, "balance" is the guarantee of battle.

And even more!

Hitting the water against the current will inevitably face "resistance" and "oppression", and once the sword technique is deployed, this resistance and pressure will be transferred to the opponent, resulting in a strange "sticky feeling", so it consumes the opponent's physical strength and plays a role in slowing down the speed.

All in all, wonderful......

At this time, Xiahou Feishan had already used his last sword.

His wrists churned continuously, forming a small whirlpool.

"This last trick is called 'stirring up the storm', see clearly?"

"Hmm." Chen Sheng nodded.

Xiahou Feishan said: "I have been studying the Thirteen Swords of Death for twenty years, and there must be a fourteenth change in the Thirteen Swords of Death, and this change is its true essence." ”

Chen Sheng admired it very much, he deserved to be a master of the older generation, and he was too accurate.

Xiahou Feishan said: "The purpose of this sword is actually to defend. I don't know where that sword will come from, but no matter how it changes, 'Stirring the Storm' can keep you alive. ”

Chen Sheng clasped his fists and saluted: "Thank you seniors." ”

"Hmph."

Xiahou Feishan said: "I practice so slowly, you should have learned it, right?" ”

Chen Sheng said: "I learned." ”

Xiahou Feishan glanced at him one last time and drifted away.

"That senior, what if there is a fifteenth change in the Thirteen Swords of Death?" Chen Sheng shouted.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"