The wind came from the west, and hung the moon on the tip, and tore the flags hanging on the beams of the inn, and hunted and roared.

Yue Ziran's body jumped up, and the moonlight refracted by the two swords crossed the night sky, leaving an afterimage, stabbing straight towards Jiang Yuhan's chest.

Jiang Yuhan's face became solemn, his steps moved faster, and the speed of his sword was faster, his sword moves were not as gorgeous as Yue Ziran, slightly simple but practical, one move and one style were as accurate as a textbook, stabbing, pointing, splitting, hanging, teasing, one more centimeter would be redundant, and a quick point of effort would be abandoned.

His fast sword speed was far inferior to Yue Ziran's, but he could always appear where it should be, dissolving the other party's threat and making it invisible.

"Rhythm. Shi Qinghua looked up at the contest between the two, and whispered to Wu Gou, who was at ease: "It doesn't matter whether it's fast or slow, Jiang Yuhan's sword pays attention to rhythm." ”

"Rhythm?" Wu Gou looked at the figures of the two of them in a frenzy, and had a slight understanding in his heart.

With the change of sword moves, Yue Ziran's pursuit of Jiang Yuhan was no longer the same, the roles of the two were reversed, and Jiang Yuhan's sword moves were sharp, like a snake awakening from hibernation, spitting out letters and constantly attacking, looking for Yue Ziran's flaws. Yue Ziran's sword moves opened and closed widely, like a long river, like a sunset, like a lonely smoke outside the desert, and a kind of loneliness arose.

"The desert is lonely, and the sun sets on the long river. Shi Qinghua thought lightly, and it was this picture that emerged from the sword intent in front of him. She couldn't help but sigh softly in her heart, Jiang Yuhan was sincere to the sword, and the human sword was one, if it wasn't for the freak like Yue Ziran who entered the sword by heart, maybe he would really be a peerless swordsman.

Listening to the string sword, one male and one female, the sound of chasing the wind is like a phoenix, and the two swords are combined. At the same time, he stabbed Jiang Yuhan in his armpit. Jiang Yuhan's long sword slashed across his chest. Simply parry, hold the twin swords and flick upwards. Then he handed it forward, stabbed straight at Yue Ziran's chest, and placed his upper body in the sword net of Yue Ziran's new sword move.

That's how the sword goes off.

It was not what Yue Ziran thought about losing both, he moved backwards, and his feet scratched a dent on the roof, like a plow on the snow after the snow, splashing broken tiles and falling down the roof, bringing up a puff of dust.

Jiang Yuhan chased after him. The body leaped in the air, and the white robe was blown by the wind, like a goshawk with outstretched wings, swooping down on the prey in sight.

His sword was pointed directly at Yue Ziran's chest, only a finger away.

But it's always only a finger away.

The roof has come to an end, and there is no place to borrow strength behind him, but Yue Ziran's body is still retreating, and after completely leaving the roof, he lifted his waist and twisted his body, and his body did not move down at all. It's as if his feet are still on the roof and moving backwards.

This light skill stunned everyone, as if Yue Ziran had wings in an instant. Glide through the air.

Jiang Yuhan's body fell on the roof, his body jumped up again, and the long sword stabbed at Yue Ziran's chest again, but the distance was already a few inches away.

Yue Ziran's left-hand sword was raised, like plucking the strings, and it was extremely accurate to connect a few times on the tip of Jiang Yuhan's sword, and his body accelerated and drifted in an instant, landing on the roof on the other side, and his footsteps stepped on the tiles, and the pieces were broken.

Seeing this scene, Luo Chuan said to Shi Qinghua: "Maybe it's not as good as Jiang Yuhan, but Yue Ziran's control of the sword is not weak at all. ”

Shi Qinghua nodded in agreement.

After being attacked by Yue Ziran, Jiang Yuhan's offensive slowed down slightly, and he just jumped onto the roof, and his long sword pointed at Yue Ziran. Yue Ziran did not take advantage of the momentum to pursue, and his two swords hung on the ground with his hands in his hands.

As soon as they settled down, the beams on the roof where the fight had taken place broke overwhelmed, and the entire roof collapsed with a bang, bringing up a cloud of dust that covered the moon in the treetops, making people cough.

Rao is like this, and the Jianghu guests don't dare to blink, and they silently remember the sword moves of the two in their hearts.

There are sects in the rivers and lakes, and the exquisite skills are not passed on, if the people in the rivers and lakes want to appreciate the subtlety of others' tricks, fighting and watching are the most direct ways. The two of them in front of them are exquisite in every move, and it is difficult to see in ordinary times, and if you can learn a little bit about the angle and strength of their moves, you will definitely benefit a lot.

"Go to the poor place of the water, and sit and watch the clouds rise. After the dust settled, the nameless warrior monk of the Dharma Sword looked at Yue Ziran's gesture and expression of pinching the sword technique, and suddenly read it.

"What?" Ma Dutou, who was choked by the dust, coughed for a long time before listening, and just heard this sentence and asked curiously.

"Yue boy has entered Zen. The nameless monk said slowly, "The Dharma sword is the original creation of the Bodhidharma Patriarch, from the Buddha into the sword, the Bodhidharma sword is like Zen, vivid in the quiet, quiet in the quiet, grasp the moment, meditation mystery." ”

"Zen is the Dharma sword intent, but since the Bodhidharma patriarch, ordinary people only learn the moves of Zen and never appreciate, empty of its surface and no Dharma swordsmanship. ”

"When he and I learned the sword, I only learned its meaning, and the sword moves were forgotten in a blink of an eye, and I thought that I had already appreciated a little bit of Bodhidharma Zen. The nameless warrior monk turned his head and told Ma Dutou when he said this, "Yue Boy is going to use maybe not the Dharma sword technique next, but the sword intent must be the same as the Dharma sword technique, if you can understand a few points, it will be very beneficial to your sword technique refinement." ”

Ma Du scratched the back of his head, a little disappreciative in his heart, and always felt that what the old monk said was too mysterious.

"How much do you know about Zen?" Jiang Yuhan asked Yue Ziran.

"I understand a little. Yue Ziran chuckled, his gaze looked into the distance through Jiang Yuhan, and the years he spent in the Yideng Master Zen Academy when he was healing Huang Rong's injuries came to mind. He didn't know anything about Zen Buddhism before, but during that time he realized a lot.

After a while, Yue Ziran came back to his senses, his body jumped forward instantly, and the sword in his left hand was slashed from left to right, the speed was extremely fast, and the wind brought by the string sword was like a wild goose with broken wings wailing in the autumn wind.

The hilt of his right hand sword shook at the same time, and a cold light rolled up, and the sword flowers were scattered, like stars in the night, thousands of points, sprinkled down.

Open the bow left and right, one fast and one slow.

When Ouyang Feng saw this scene, he immediately understood that Yue Ziran had taken out his true skills.

A hint of joy flashed in Jiang Yuhan's eyes, and he couldn't help but praise: "It's good to come." With that, his body rose from the ground, the long sword in his hand disappeared, and the cold light around his body turned into a little silver light, and he headed towards Yue Ziran like a net.

Fast, blazing fast.

"Others often say that Yue Ziran's fast sword is unparalleled in the world, and now I know that Jiang Yuhan's fast sword is not between him and him. Among the onlookers, some people sighed leisurely.

"Brush" "Brush" "Brush"

Only the sound of it is heard, but it is not seen.

Yue Ziran's right-hand sword was all over the sky, and the stars were scattered by silver light.

But at this moment, a sword suddenly rose up, and the wailing of the wild geese became even worse, piercing Jiang Yuhan's chest.

Jiang Yu flashed coldly.

With a "hiss", the corners of his white clothes fluttered down in the wind.

"Two sword techniques, two sword intents!" the nameless warrior monk exclaimed in a low voice.

"Awesome. Jiang Yu Han Fu Festival praised, "This sword intent must have a name." ”

"The sword in the left hand, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the geese are called the autumn wind; the sword in the right hand, the rain falls on Bodhi, listening to the rain monk's house, and the first step is drip until dawn. Yue Ziran chuckled, "How?" (To be continued......)