Yue Ziran's sword is very fast, like a meteor in an instant, blooming the prosperity of his life in an instant, killing his life, and the sword flower he picked up is like a firework blooming in the night sky, full of the color of the withering of death.

Jiang Yuhan's sword is like a mountain flowing water, and the speed is not fast, like a cloud blown by the wind outside the sky, slowly annihilating the splendor.

The sound of gold and iron clashing was endless, but I saw the afterimages gliding one by one under the dim firelight of the inn.

Luo Chuan had already stopped, and he was on guard with the Ming Sect Master, but his eyes were staring at the battle between Yue Ziran and Jiang Yuhan from time to time.

The life-threatening brilliance of countless sword flowers blooming in an instant attracted the attention of everyone in the inn.

The inn was quiet, and only the sound of the two of them flickering and fighting could be heard.

Gradually, a sound like strings sounded, like the sound of the breeze beating the bamboo through the bamboo forest, crisp, pleasant, and without discipline.

It was the sound of a sword chasing the wind.

Yue Ziran's two swords were integrated, forming a silver sword curtain and attacking Jiang Yuhan. Jiang Yuhan made a few moves at will, and cracked it unpretentiously, but Yue Ziran's sword moves were extremely fast, the old style did not stop, and the new moves had been completed, forcing Jiang Yuhan to retreat, and then smashed the window, and the two of them jumped to the tile house opposite.

The first quarter moon rose in the west, hung on the roof, and sprinkled a piece of silver and white on the two of them.

The shadow of the sword is swaying, and it is even more psychedelic after refracting the moonlight, like a flying fairy outside the sky, dancing in the moonlight.

Yue Ziran's sword momentum did not stop, as fast as ever, he opened his bow left and right, and stabbed at Jiang Yuhan's left and right half of his body. His white horns hunted in the wind, matching the sound of the strings.

Jiang Yuhan was as calm as a group of ducks playing in the water after the spring river was warm, and his steps moved back little by little. One move at a time, he seriously resolved Yue Ziran's mercury-like tricks. If you can't get rid of it, you can gently avoid it with your body. The expression on his face was leisurely and relaxed, as if he was dealing with an insignificant person, an insignificant swordsman.

Ouyang Feng walked out of the inn and watched this scene quietly. He knew that this was just a nap before the bustle, and the curtain of the real competition had not yet opened.

"Senior Brother Yue is working so hard, won't he lack stamina for a while?" Ma Du bit the green onion, looked at Yue Ziran, who was attacking faster and faster on the roof under the moonlight, but had been unable to do anything, and asked the nameless warrior monk beside him.

The nameless warrior monk nibbles on a steamed bun. Said softly: "After Jiuyang's divine achievements are completed, the internal force is extremely fast, and it is endless, and it is okay to support him for a night." ”

"Even so, wouldn't it be in vain if you can't touch the corners of Jiang Yu's cold clothes?" Ma Dutou obviously thought that Yue Ziran was already at a disadvantage.

The nameless warrior monk smiled, shook his head, and said meaningfully: "The sword has the distinction between inside and outside, and the so-called Inner Sect Sword Sect is like this; ”

"But the swordsmanship of the two in front of you is not among them, what you see is just their tricks when they are tempted. ”

Ma Dutou looked back in amazement. "How?" he asked.

"Yue Xiaozi once told me when he was learning swords from me that sword moves were originally for mediocre people. Learning and using it is the first glimpse of the doorway, and the realm of no tricks is a small success, and the sword intent is the ultimate in swordsmanship. ”

"Ordinary people pursue the way of the sword, often think that there is no trick to win, and think that no trick is the highest realm of the way of the sword, but they don't know the way of swordsmanship. ”

The words of the nameless warrior monk made Ma Du's head cloudy and misty, and his face was full of unknown expressions, and Mu Nianci, who was standing next to him, was also confused when he heard it.

Luo Chuan walked over, stood still and looked at the two people chasing on the roof, and explained to her softly: "The truth is like painting. ”

"Swordsmanship can not be separated from the inherent moves like copying, is imitating the predecessors' brushwork, the difference is only in whether it is realistic; swordsmanship without tricks is like a top painter painting, the brushwork and line dyeing are first-class, but it is difficult to shake people's hearts; the sword intent gives the soul of swordsmanship, like a top painting, just need a little bit of spirit, blessing the soul, as if alive. ”

"The difference between top painters and masters is not their technique, but their artistic conception. ”

Luo Chuan explained like this, and Mu Nianci and Ma Dutou both understood. Ma Dutou did not forget to look at the nameless warrior monk with disgust, and the meaning of "how can the same teachings be so different" in his eyes is self-evident.

Looking up and seeing that the two of them were still entangled, Ma Dutou was worried about Yue Ziran, and asked, "In your opinion, who will win between Senior Brother Yue and him?"

"It's stumbling on me. The nameless warrior monk touched the back of his head and said: "The swordsmanship of the two of them has reached the peak of the realm, and the Yue boy has taken the road of cultivating his heart, and he has reached the point where he has a sword in his heart, and he is not stuck in things, and the grass, trees, bamboos and stones can be used as swords." ”

"Then what is he doing with his sword?" Ma Dutou's head obviously did not understand the words of the unknown warrior monk.

"Take advantage of it. The nameless warrior monk didn't explain much to him, and continued: "Jiang Yuhan took the way to repair the sword, and ...... after Luoshui left" Speaking of this, the nameless warrior monk glanced at Luo Chuan, saw that she was faceless and expressionless, and continued: "He indulged in the sword, was sincere to the sword, and became one with the sword." ”

"It's profound. Hearing this, Mu Nianci shook his head and looked at Yue Ziran's figure with concern.

"It's actually quite simple. The same move, 'One River Spring Water', Yue Ziran would never have learned it if I hadn't forced it, but Jiang Yuhan's sword move was full of such a lose-lose move. In the competition, Yue Ziran tried to win with his heart, while Jiang Yuhan often took advantage of the sword, and sometimes even did not hesitate to exchange injuries for injuries and fight for his life. Luo Chuan said.

Ma Dutou listened, and his disdainful expression swept towards the nameless warrior monk again, and the angry nameless warrior monk bent his middle finger and knocked on his head.

Ouyang Feng stood not far from them, listening to Luo Chuan's explanation of Yue Ziran's swordsmanship, and realized in his heart that he had been defeated by Yue Ziran twice before, and he was not calculated by Yue Ziran.

The competition between Yue Ziran and Jiang Yuhan did not stop. Their white clothes flickered in the moonlight on the rooftops, and the tiles fell in their pass, waking the town.

During the day, the frightened Jianghu guests walked out of their residences one after another, stood in the distance and watched the competition on the roof, and were speechless by surprise.

Their eyes did not blink, and they did not miss a single scene, so that in the future, this amazing sword, which is rarely seen in the ordinary, could be used as their talking point. Even if their eyes were wide open in the moonlight, they couldn't see their moves clearly.

The moonlight poured down on the ground, as clear as water. The starlight is dim, and in front of the sword flower that is pulled out, it is like a pearl of rice, and it does not dare to compete with the sun and the moon.

Slowly, Yue Ziran's sword slowed down, his demeanor was calm, and his moves were as casual as splashing ink on rice paper to paint, his clothes were fluttering, with a leisurely and leisurely attitude of selling apricot blossoms in the deep alleys of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River.

Shi Qinghua was also in the crowd, and when she saw the changes in Yue Ziran's sword moves in front of her, she prominently remembered the artistic conception that Yue Ziran had given to the old man's granddaughter Nan Nan in the Yanqiu of Taihu Lake with a wooden carving of sword moves: During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls. By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

Immediately, Shi Qinghua thought of the sword moves on Yue Ziran's other wood carvings, killing, indifferent, leisurely, sad, and majestic, all of which were as the sword intent that the unknown warrior monk said, but he had never seen Yue Ziran use it.

"He's hiding it deep enough. Shi Qinghua raised his head and muttered to himself as he looked at Yue Ziran's figure. (To be continued......)