"Tsk, you forging people, did you finish forging the sword on weekdays, just put yourself on the platform, and let the other brothers and sisters round the forging mountain hammer and beat it?" Yu Bai poked Wei Gu who was standing next to him.

"How did you come up with such an indecent thing?" Vigu's eyes widened.

"Otherwise, how could Xiao Changning fight with Luo Changjun to fight for a tie? Senior Brother Luo has a physique honed on the edge of a real knife. ”

"You also said that Changning's qualifications are very good. He already worked harder than others, and in a place like the Sword Shrine, it was normal to accumulate thick and thin. Luo Changjun said again that it is not a normal thing to fight for a draw without using the means of the environment. ”

"Then his entry is also a little scary...... Yu Bai said, raising his chin.

The two people in the field are fighting heartily.

The disciples who stand around are four steps up, whether they are fighting or fighting on weekdays, they are all accustomed to hanging in the air, fighting with the sword in the palm of the Dao force, tossing and turning is counting in units, and there are more who have touched the edge of seven steps, and they are poor and poor, and they are rowing thousands of miles for the battlefield. At this moment, watching these two return to the most primitive hand-to-hand combat, I can see a strange beauty.

The attack and killing are only in the moment, and the retreat is only in the moment.

The farthest distance between the two is only less than a zhang, and the closest is even closer. With the speed at which they had been blessed with Dao power, crossing this distance, there was not enough time to think and react between seeing the other party's move and reacting.

The sword light almost brushed close to his body, and the danger was only a millimeter.

Luo Changjun relied on the instinctive reaction accumulated from battle after battle during the inspection over the years, what did Changning rely on? Even though Luo Changjun suppressed the realm, but he was able to fight so evenly now, the people who surrounded him had completely changed their evaluation of Changning's strength.

"It's a man who was born for a sword......"

"No...... It should be made for war. You see that Changning's current shot has matured a lot compared to the beginning of this battle. Just now we demonstrated the sword intent, you see, now he is using the cliff remnant snow that Senior Brother Lin just demonstrated...... This is the embodiment of the Seven Laws of Guyun Peak...... This style is the long sky and wide water in the river tracing sword technique, and then it is the night return person, but it is completely different from the first type of night return person......

"Good ...... Senior Brother Ye is very blessed, he went to the southwest to provoke the little lord of the flowers, and went to the west pole to turn back such a little monster......"

"Senior Brother Yu, I heard it, I'll go and sue Senior Brother Ye later. ”

"Miss Lu, I was wrong, I'll bring you Nanzhou's osmanthus cake next time......"

"Plus the mirror crisp. ”

"Yes, yes, definitely. ”

And the two of them are fighting on the field, but their hearts are different at the moment.

Luo Changjun was full of surprise. He knew that Changning didn't have any actual combat experience, and he had accumulated a lot on weekdays, and when he encountered a combat with sufficient intensity, he could greatly promote the integration of knowledge. But the progress of Changning's integration in front of him is really surprising.

He saw many familiar shadows from Changning's sword moves, these shadows belonged to different masters, came from different perceptions, and contained different Dao rhyme sword intent. Changning is mostly used to imitate, but it has changed differently according to the battle situation.

Just imitating the image is already a great thing, not to mention that it has to constantly adjust and change before the battle.

Luo Changjun became more and more curious, if Changning was given enough time, how far could Changning grow in this battle?

And Changning, on the other hand, was already immersed in a completely different state of mind.

He forcibly memorized many records in the Dao Classics Sword Technique, forcibly recorded those Dao rhymes hidden between the thousand peaks, and also forcibly recorded the sword intent demonstrated by the senior brothers and sisters in the small courtyard.

For him, these things are either too mysterious to understand for a while, or they are half-understood, and they don't know why they are in front of him out of thin air.

However, with the confrontation with Luo Changjun again and again, as he stabbed out one sword after another, those previously incomprehensible sword intent and rhyme turned into a sword path trajectory that gradually became clear, and then with Changning's mind, it was used as if it were a matter of course.

These sword intents and dao rhymes are like brushstrokes and ink peeling off from a huge landscape scroll. When scattered on the ground, Changning didn't know which one should belong to the green mountains, which one should belong to the green water, which one should belong to the lush forest and bamboo, and which one should be the floating clouds and mist. However, when Changning began to gradually unfold the entire painting scroll along the place where a certain stroke fell, with the clarity of the strokes in front of him, he seemed to be able to guess what kind of trajectory the ink should take on the blank space that had been peeled off.

Then these scattered brushstrokes can be placed in the most suitable place.

Changning didn't seem to be able to hold on. Zheng Yuan pushed Tao Ran.

Truly. After all, physical strength and Dao power are limited, and under such a high-intensity attack, Luo Changjun is calm and relaxed, and his breath is long, but Changning's breath has begun to show signs of shortening. In fact, compared to the consumption of physical strength, the consumption of Changning's soul is far exceeded, and at this time, it has indeed reached the point of powerlessness.

"Are you going to stop it, will he get hurt if he continues like this?"

“...... No, after nine days of practice, its momentum has been achieved, and it is not good to stop it. ”。 Tao Ran recalled what Changning looked like when he was at the beginning. He believes that this is not the limit of Changning, or perhaps, even if it is the limit, with Changning's temperament, it can be completely passed. Moreover, he had already seen that Changning had already dismantled and used the tracing sword technique in the attack, and the momentum was being stacked layer by layer, just waiting for all this momentum to be vented in the end.

"Six times...... No, seven times......" Luo Changjun silently counted the numbers in his heart. He has also seen that there is a stubborn law hidden in Changning's attack and defense, burying the overlapping waves of the river in the confrontation, "The control of the battle situation is so strong, it's a pity not to come to the Sword Prison...... What does the ghost think......"

At the moment when he was distracted, Changning's sword momentum paused for a moment.

Then it was as if everyone heard the sound of the long river breaking away and hindering the unbridled flow.

It was the sound of Changning's qi and blood close to boiling.

Seven layers of waves, surging. Even Luo Changjun had to put on a complete defensive.

Inside the sword furnace, Zhan Lu stopped the hammer in his hand, smiled, and picked it up.