"I'm defeated."

When Yang Feng's Burning Sun Sword was at the heart of the Tibetan Sword, the Hidden Sword did not disagree and calmly admitted that he had been defeated.

Losing to a person who created his own swordsmanship, in the eyes of the hidden sword, this is not a shame.

"Tibetan swordsmanship, strong enough, but it has flaws."

"I know that."

The hidden sword did not evade, but he couldn't improve it, and he couldn't avoid it, so he could only avoid it as much as possible.

"Self-created swordsmanship, good as water, good! Quite an exciting duel. ”

Feng Yi watched the battle from the side, in fact, if the Tibetan Sword was not practicing the technique but the intention, the duel between the two would end with the Tibetan Sword winning.

In the case that the swordsmanship of the hidden sword could not be perfected, Yang Feng still took a trick in the same realm.

Zangjian himself is also overconfident in his Tibetan swordsmanship.

"Okay, you guys don't have to do business with each other."

Ah Yu looked at the three of them, in fact, what was terrible was that the tea, no, it was the wine that had been drunk.

"Talk less, drink more."

Yang Feng glanced at Ah Yu, he understood that taking this goods down the mountain was the most unwise choice he had made, and in addition to complaining on the way, he was drinking.

"Hey! You kid is ungrateful! Don't forget, who brought you to this place. ”

Ah Yu, grabbed Yang Feng's collar.

"Cut! Wouldn't I know the road without you? ”

Yang Feng pursed his lips disdainfully.

At this time, the kung fu, a hundred years of black wine tea, and two pots were served.

"Yes, Lao Tzu drinks."

Ah Yu didn't have the time to continue to spend time with Yang Feng.

"Tibetan Sword, I want to overthrow this Great Xia Dynasty and rebuild a peaceful and prosperous world, are you willing to help me?"

To avenge his dead father, this can only be done by him alone, but if he wants to overthrow the corrupt rule of the Great Xia Dynasty, then it is impossible for him alone.

Tibetan sword, ranked among the top ten sword gods, hiding swordsmanship in one hand, killing all sides, who will resist the sword cage?

If you can get the help of the Tibetan sword, it will definitely go one step further to overthrow the Great Xia Dynasty.

"When your swordsmanship surpasses me, you don't need to say it, my hidden sword will follow you."

"Tibetan sword, I said you still want to have a little face, the swordsmanship competition just now, it was obviously Xiao An who won, okay?"

Although Ah Yu always likes to quarrel with Yang Feng, at a critical time, he still faces Yang Feng.

"His swordsmanship is not surpassing me, he knows it in his heart, you defend him so much, why don't we make two moves? Oh! I almost forgot, you don't practice swords, it's a pity! With one less opponent, how lonely it is to be invincible. ”

When Zangjian said this, even Feng Yi's pretty face couldn't hold back twitching.

Thick skin!

"You, you wait for Lao Tzu!"

Ah Yu let go of the cruel words.

If it weren't for the broken meridians just connected now, Ah Yu would have made a move a long time ago.

Killing the terrifying sword god Ah Yu, but it wasn't blown out.

"Okay, I'll wait for you!"

It's crazy!

"Hidden Sword Senior, ten days, ten days later, we will fight again, if I lose again, don't say a word, leave the sword cage immediately, but if I win by luck, I hope you can fulfill your promise."

"Hahaha! Good! Young man, you're crazy enough, unlike some people, a bunch of cowards. ”

fell into Ah Yu's ears, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

"The surname is hidden, and after half a year, Lao Tzu will beat your out for you."

In front of so many people, especially Feng Yi, the woman he had admired in his early years, does he not want to lose face?

"Don't make any noise, Miss is going to take a lunch break."

The maid beside Feng Yi said slowly.

Ah Yu and Zangjian each looked too far apart.

A few people stayed on the second floor of Fengyi Building temporarily.

In order to compete again in ten days.

"Xiao An, you don't have to be afraid of his hidden head and mouse sword, ten days later, teach him a lesson to death."

Ah Yu is in the same room as Yang Feng, but he has no intention of sleeping.

"Try your best!"

Ten days later, Yang Feng had a hunch that it must be a vicious battle.

Night.

Yang Feng went to the back garden of Fengyi Building.

Fengyi Tower is very lively during the day and relatively quiet at night.

Only the lights in the back garden are on.

Yang Feng did not slack off, the reason why he proposed to hide the sword and fight in ten days was to force himself.

Strive for further improvement.

In the dead of night, Yang Feng decisively chose to cultivate his "meaning" and let go of his heart.

Countless images flashed through his mind, like water swordsmanship, sword after sword.

Woohoo!

Woohoo!

There was a constant swing of the sword.

Every move, every style.

Tart!

In the artistic conception, there is always a gap between it and reality.

After practicing until his arm was sore and he couldn't lift his sword, Yang Feng sat on the ground, panting heavily.

With this feeling, he understood that he seemed to be hitting a bottleneck.

And whether he can defeat the Tibetan Sword depends on whether he can break through the bottleneck within ten days, if this bottleneck period is passed, then his swordsmanship will inevitably go to the next level.

At that time, the Tibetan Sword is not to be feared, but if he can't break through the bottleneck for a long time, ten days later, if he wants to win the Tibetan Sword again, he will be hanging.

Today's sword competition, the two seem to have their own wins and losses, and in the end, he is even more sword-pointing, no matter how you look at it, he won, but in fact, only he knows.

The hidden sword was left in his hand when he came out with the first sword, otherwise that sword would not be as simple as leaving a sword mark on his shoulder, but a straight arm, which could be broken.

The second time he fought with the Tibetan sword, it was also because of the hidden sword that he wanted to be tempted, so he pushed the boat down the river and came out of the Tibetan sword technique first.

And Tibetan swordsmanship lies in the preemptive strike.

In the real life-and-death duel, Yang Feng didn't believe that he would make such a fatal mistake by hiding the sword.

It can be inferred from this sword competition that this time, how much water is put in the Tibetan sword, it is almost flooded Jinshan Temple.

If the two of them are, a life-and-death duel, it is estimated that four or six will be opened, Yang Feng will be four, and six will be hidden.

Because of this, Yang Feng will painstakingly specialize in swordsmanship.

The night went by in a flash.

Early in the morning, Ah Yu opened the curtains and found that Yang Feng was still practicing swords below, and when he thought about it, he didn't seem to hear Yang Feng's voice all night.

I thought to myself, "This kid won't practice swords down there all night, will he?" Isn't it just a Tibetan sword? ”

And Fengyi Lou is not only inhabited by Yang Feng and Ah Yu, but also a Tibetan sword.

Tibetan Jian also didn't sleep all night, watching Yang Feng practice the sword for a night.

"Tsk! It's dawn, young people now, it's terrible, is this an iron heart to defeat me? ”

This night Tibetan Sword also benefited a lot, but his body was not as good as that of a young man.

"Xiao Anzi, take a break and then continue, you have to be clear, if you want to hurry, you can't reach it."

"Young man, learn to be temperate!"

Ah Yu looked at Yang Feng who was sweating, for fear that the other party would die on the spot if he was not careful.

"What do you know? Hidden Sword fought with me yesterday, did not use all his strength, there is still something hidden, I only have less than ten days left now, if I am not diligent, after ten days the swordsmanship has not improved, but I will get out of the sword cage this place. ”

Yang Feng's face was helpless, and if he wanted to blame it, he could only blame himself for being cheap.

"Xiao An, don't worry, if you lose, I will continue to challenge him."

"But aren't you breaking your meridians and destroying your swordsmanship?"

"So what, even if it's a mortal body, I should be indomitable."

Hearing this, Yang Feng didn't refute, but still waved his sword, he had already touched that realm in his artistic conception.

But in reality, his sword skills are always a thin line away from that level.

Although it was only a line apart, he swung his sword moves no less than 800 times in one night, but he still didn't reach that line of separation.

Yang Feng knows better than anyone else that the more times like this, the more he must calm down, the more he must not stop, and he must work hard.

"Then you need to drink some water, right? Although you are a martial arts practitioner, your body will not be able to bear it in the long run. ”

Ah Yu, obviously the wine jug on his body was empty, and he wanted to go to drink, but unfortunately he was embarrassed to open his mouth and asked Feng Yi for it, so he had to hit Yang Feng with his idea.

"Come with me, all of you."

Feng Yi didn't know when she was standing at the garden gate.

"Phoenix Sword Immortal."

"Feng Jian Xian, you guys go, I want to practice for a while."

Yang Feng refused, he was very tired now and wanted to give up, but if he stopped now, then his previous efforts would be in vain.

Moreover, even if he touched that line, his swordsmanship was only at the threshold of that level.

"Okay, we'll pack it for you later."

Feng Yi didn't persuade much when she saw this, she saw Yang Feng's efforts in her eyes, and she didn't want to say anything.

"Brainless! Even Feng Jianxian's invitation dared to refuse, a person like you would definitely die alone in the future. ”

Ah, just say cruel words.

However, the current Yang Feng has no spare time to take care of Ah Yu.

The artistic conception is as good as water, the unity of man and sword, the unity of heaven and man, but he is still just wandering outside the door of the Nine Realms.

I haven't realized for a long time that the sword of the Nine Realms is killing or guarding.

There are thousands of swords in the world, and everyone has a sword in their hearts, some people stop killing by killing, and some people cultivate the sword of protection.

So, he didn't know, what is his sword?

Every time you swing a sword move, you always feel like something is missing?

The movements on Yang Feng's hand did not slow down, but countless images flashed in his mind.

It is Chen Kang's sword, Wu Qian's dragon yin swordsmanship, and the hidden swordsmanship of the hidden sword, these swordsmanship, as well as the swordsmanship he has observed in his artistic conception.

He realized that the sword in his hand was inadvertently displayed.

Swordsmanship is not enough!

"Hidden swordsmanship?!"

The few people who came back from eating and drinking enough to bring food to Yang Feng were stunned in place.

Especially the Tibetan sword, there was a glint in his eyes, looking at the sword that flickered in Yang Feng's hand.

He could initially perceive that Yang Feng's Tibetan swordsmanship had no form, not his god.

To put it bluntly, it was imitation, and even Yang Feng didn't notice this, because he was looking for something that swordsmanship lacked.

"Hidden sword, look at this kid, fight so hard, don't you have a little pressure?"

Ah Yu deliberately teased.

"Cut! His Tibetan swordsmanship only has its form, but also has its god, and this kind of swordsmanship will not be my opponent if I practice it for another hundred years. ”

"Not necessarily, he's already touched the line."

Feng Yi suddenly spoke.

Yang Feng's previous Nine Realms swordsmanship was not stable, but now Yang Feng knew what was missing from his swordsmanship.

It is a "god", everything has a "form" and "god", whether it is self-created swordsmanship or inheritance swordsmanship, it must have both form and spirit.

"The goodness is like water, I just copied the shape in the artistic conception, but I didn't find its god, and without the god's swordsmanship, I fell behind after all."

Practicing a sword is the same as drawing.

No matter how similar you are to the painting, if there is no god, it seems, the character you are talking about will appear empty, and swordsmanship, if your swordsmanship only has its form, there is no "god", then your sword will lack murderous energy.

Or there is no righteousness, a sword, whether it kills people or protects people, depends on the heart of the person who uses the sword.

Yang Feng's heart was like a mirror, empty.

His eyes changed, and the swordsmanship in his hand was no longer a hidden swordsmanship, but a real goodness.

Finally a god with Wakasui swordsmanship.

"His swordsmanship has a charm."

Ah Yu glanced at the hidden sword proudly.

Zangjian took a deep look at Yang Feng and turned to leave.

That's right!

He felt the pressure, and in one night, Yang Feng realized the charm of the sword, the swordsmanship with the charm, and the swordsmanship without the charm, it was very different.

Therefore, his hidden sword technique must be adjusted.

"Haha! Feng Jianxian, did you see his stinky face? If you talk ruthlessly, you will be beaten the most viciously, and I will laugh to death. ”

Ah Yu looked at the back of the Tibetan sword leaving, and couldn't stop laughing.

"Are you idle? The meridians in the body are chaotic like this, when the time comes, don't drag Xiao An back. ”

Feng Yi, came coldly.

Ah Yu's heart broke the defense in an instant.

Feng Yi, no! How can you, you broke my heart.

Click!

Ah Yupi didn't smile at the flesh, and went to repair the damaged meridians.

"Hey! It's a pity, if I don't have that person, I want to try it, what is so strange about the swordsmanship that can break through to the realm of the grandmaster. ”

Looking at Yang Feng's appearance of constantly wielding sword moves, Feng Yi threw down a sentence with emotion, and put the lunch box in his hand on the stone table.

Turn away.

After a while, Yang Feng was so tired that he was sweating profusely, wading on the lawn, panting constantly.

Smelling the aroma of the food on the stone table, he dragged his tired body and began to eat.

After a storm and clouds, music and dancing followed.

In this way, he persisted for three days in a row, completely consolidating his swordsmanship in the middle of the Nine Realms.

"It's the fourth day, and in six days, I can still make a breakthrough."

Yang Feng didn't give up, which made him think of the sword cultivator who broke the galaxy with one sword on the desolate star, and the sword he practiced.

I started copying in my head.

"Sure enough! This sword breaking the galaxy itself originated from mortal arts. ”

It's hard to imagine that the essence of a trick immortal art is mortal swordsmanship.

The sword broke the galaxy, Yang Feng read it from the little guy's hand, and it was constantly superimposed, and there was only one sword, and when he handed out a sword, he could break the galaxy.

And every time a sword is swung, the power is superimposed, but the effect is minimal, but it cannot be ignored that there is no upper limit to the power of this sword technique.

Even if you are an ordinary person, as long as you are diligent enough and keep swinging your sword, you will not be worse than anyone else.

There are still six days left, and if you want to make changes in your own swordsmanship, it is almost impossible, and you can only make dangerous moves.

Yang Feng made a decision immediately, leaving him little time, he began to swing his sword, and kept swinging his sword.

In six days, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream to break the galaxy with a sword, but if it is a sword move, it is still possible to surpass Ruoshui's swordsmanship.

Some people died, but not completely......