Compared with him when he had not yet cultivated, Xiao Yu, who had achieved success in cultivating qi, was finally in a relaxed state at this time.

The surroundings are bright, and the sound is ringing.

When you look up, the light in front of you is like a living thing, agile and tactful.

The white-haired boy is also in the light, transparent inside and out, and delicate.

Different from the mundane observed before, the body of the white-haired young man is almost free of noise, it is clear and harmonious, the blood and flesh, the inner organs and aura, such as music, are so wonderful and perfect.

A sense of enlightenment is born naturally. That's what it is......

The whole world is full of harmony and mysteries.

Time is fading.

Accurately grasp that fleeting moment, there seems to be a more profound mystery, left in the far distance, beckoning to Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu was unmoved.

His emotions had sublimated from being human, with coldness and contempt—perhaps, like her fused...... There is no difference between any man in his eyes and an ant, a rock, or a withered grass on the ground.

Regardless of whether the other party is out of the ordinary-whether it has high strength......

Xiao Yu gently stretched out the thin sword in his hand.

The sword has a spirit, and it has a sound, and it is shouting and carnival.

It seems that being held in his hands is the great joy of heaven and earth, and the great joy of eternity.

Why is there a dubbing?

Xiao Yu didn't understand.

But with the sword in his hand, it is like an ancient and mysterious inheritance, and the mysteries that do not exist in this world make him understand in an instant, resonate with his heart, and drive the mystery of the sword at will.

A tremor of joy made the sword tremble, urging the remnants of countless years to fall, and the aura fed back from nowhere, bridging the old gap.

Dragon's Voice-

The sword spontaneously sounded!

There is a burst of light, the thin sword is like a dragon, rusty dust, disappearing invisible, and a new vitality is vigorous from the sword chanting!

The white-haired boy - Yu Shangyuan, who has always been humble and gentle, has finally changed greatly!

Yu Shangyuan is a genius.

Moreover, it is a genius that is rare in a thousand years!

The vocal range is wide, the absolute sense of sound, the top understanding, any skill, as long as you practice diligently, there will be no obstacles......

At a young age, he has reached the realm of earth sound. Now, it has broken through to the second-order and third-turn, the layer of positive determination.

This is still because he has been strictly planned since he was a child, and he is not yet an adult, so he should take a solid foundation as the priority, and he is not in a hurry to improve his realm.

He is precocious and calm, and he does not live up to the ardent expectations of his elders.

The thing of dubbing is not a major, with his ability, there is no need to worry, he can follow his interests. Therefore, he made a simple attempt at each category, and each understanding was superior to others......

But now, Yu Shangyuan has finally seen an unimaginable realm.

A kind of sound dubbing, reaching the ultimate power!

The ordinary boy in front of him is obviously a newcomer to the cultivation of sound, and even the scale has not reached the top of the first order, the peak of mortals.

But in an instant, everything changed, as if someone else had changed on the other side. The sense of oppression given to Yu Shangyuan is incomparable!

Yu Shangyuan couldn't explain it, and he couldn't understand it.

"Be careful. ”

Xiao Yu's voice is still ordinary, but to the ears of a genius like Yu Shangyuan, there is a kind of magnetic that is heart-wrenching, and it is almost taken by God.

In Yu Shangyuan's eyes, the young man in front of him didn't seem to be running, but was attracted by the sword light, and flew straight into the sky!

The mountain wind was suddenly cold and cold.

Yu Shangyuan fights.

In an instant, he went from a state of indifference to nervous concentration, mobilizing his whole body, and almost with unprecedented attention, he drummed up the sound elements in his body.

Bang bang bang - bang -

Yu Shangyuan's supple muscles bulged suddenly, and while retreating rapidly, his muscles and bones were like strings, playing tensely, making a series of abnormal sounds.

Body Tone!

Take the body as the instrument, take the meaning as the first, every move, there is a rhyme!

Only by entering the realm of earth sound can you gradually master the ability.

As for the sound of the sword, Yu Shangyuan has long been unable to take care of it.

The enemy is powerful, and if you despise it again, you will not be spared!

As the body sound plays, the speed of Yu Shangyuan is getting faster and faster, the melody and the regression are corresponding, and I don't know whether the body sound drives the pace, or the pace follows the rhythm.

The cold wind blew through his long hair, and in his ears, there was a sound of killing.

Yu Shangyuan had already urged to the extreme, but he still had a long alarm - he finally began to be at a loss.

Xiao Yu's body naturally did not emit an extraordinary body sound, but his speed was not inferior to Yu Shangyuan's extreme.

The lightness and speed of that sword made Yu Shangyuan unavoidable, and in the end he could only block it head-on.

Smack-

The two swords touched, and the difference was not completed.

The genius Yu Shangyuan is gambling, taking the most dangerous place as a prediction and taking risks, and taking precautions in advance, which is the dangerous sword.

At this moment, Yu Shangyuan instinctively sensed that Xiao Yu's sound cultivation realm was indeed as he had said before, and he had not detached himself.

The sword contains strength, it is not powerful, and the momentum is more of an indescribable aura, a kind of use that has never been seen before.

One sword followed another, Xiao Yu's strength was not strong, but the offensive was like a tide, as fast as a rainstorm, and every sword was aimed at the flaws in the human body and the most fragile points.

Yu Shangyuan's horror grew more and more as he resisted. This is a kind of swordsmanship that has never been heard of, not the top killing sword on the rivers and lakes, in which the charm, above board, and magnificent. It's obviously a fatal attack, but inexplicably, there is a feeling of compassion and pity, and with the sound of the sword, it soothes the soul.

Yu Shangyuan worked hard to support, and the cultivation of the three turns of the earth sound realm allowed him to control the body to a level that mortal martial artists could not understand. But this level only made him, at the last moment, feel the direction of the sword and resist in a hurry.

There is no way back, no hesitation, no warning, no hesitation.

The body voice is continuous, the movements of the whole body have been accelerated to the limit, Yu Shangyuan is almost driven by instinct, such a genius reaction can be able to control the action and not be defeated in an instant.

What kind of swordsmanship is this?

There is no sound matching, there is no sound to break the mystery, and there is no sound matching contract...... These dubbing skills, completely untouched, can reach such a point?!

Yu Shangyuan is not a sword match, and he can't see the mystery, but he is well-versed in skills and has been cultivated since childhood, and his experience is not shallow. The other party's sword can be said to have brought the mortal sword technique to the extreme! Even a second-order sound cultivator, who is not a genius of heaven, will hate here......

originally thought that he had suppressed his growth and was already a leader in the same realm, but where did he think that there would be such a teenager in this unknown place!

If he could grow and advance beyond the ordinary, how far would he go?

The icy sword wind, changing at will, is a terrible scream in the ears of the fearful, scraping on the cheeks like a sharp blade.

Yu Shangyuan's heart sank, and his momentum was flawed!

The realm of the sound of the earth, hand-to-hand combat is close, but the peak of the warrior, the body voice is mysterious, if it fails to confuse the enemy, it is just an ordinary noise. If you are in harmony with your heart, you have flaws in your heart, and you are afraid of falling behind, which is the overall weakness!

Xiao Yu was in a state at this time, how could he let it go?

A blow came, and in Yu Shangyuan's eyes, suddenly a flower, as if there was a beautiful black shadow, behind Xiao Yu, flashed away, taking away all his mind.

The thin sword stayed in front of Yu Shangyuan's throat.

"Whew-whew-"

Xiao Yu gasped for breath, sweating profusely, and the oppressive power just now disappeared without a trace.

"You won. Yu Shangyuan smiled bitterly and threw his sword on the ground.

"Thank you...... Advice!" Xiao Yu had an understanding in his heart, but he was afraid that someone would see the mystery, so he nodded and forced himself to leave.

Yu Shangyuan watched him disappear and stood in a daze.

The wind was soft, blowing through the woods, whispering softly.

The sun is slanting in the west, and it is no longer as hot as noon.

"Yuan'er?"

The old man in black landed beside him, seemed to see that his expression was different, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Yu Shangyuan came back to his senses, slowly sat on the ground, looking at the long sword inserted in front of him, without any expression on his face.

"Master, I lost ......"

"Well, what?" asked the old man in black, unbelievably surprised.

Yu Shangyuan's deep voice was slowly repeated.

For a long time, the two figures were silent.

"Really, the genius of the sword......" The old man in black touched the black sword at his waist, and his eyes were complicated.

"Master," Yu Shangyuan looked up and said suddenly, "I have decided to take the path of sword matching." ”

Early in the morning, the sky was overcast.

The dark clouds are like the sea, surging between the peaks.

Xiao Yu, who returned to the outer gate of Mobei, was in a mood not like the weather, obviously happy.

In the competition the day before yesterday, he got a satisfactory result. The feeling of the sword moving freely is really good. At the end of the upper body, in addition to being tired, it is no longer as uncomfortable as before. It seems that as the number of times increases and the strength increases, it will slowly adapt.

When the upper body was fused, Xiao Yu also had a deep understanding, and in the unknown place, there was a deeper meaning of the sword, which was worth studying, perhaps, it was the way of sound dubbing.

Xiao Yu didn't look for the middle class teacher.

Although he realized that with this experiment, maybe the real sword match was his preferred path, but it was not as urgent as before, and he didn't need to rush to do it, but he lost his calm.

The open law fighting competition, the truth and the like, are no longer taken to heart by him.

"It's a short time, but the feeling is ...... Surely you won't lose too much to him. ”

Xiao Yu didn't know the identity of the white-haired boy, so he could only scrutinize it carefully, but because he was ignorant of victory, he still underestimated the strength of his opponent. In his opinion, this young man who is similar to himself may be better than Xie Zhen, but he will definitely not surpass too much.

Winning with the last breath of oneself, perhaps, for Xie Zhen, it can be easier to win.

"At the very least, you don't have to worry about saving your life and losing your shame. ”

Xiao Yu smiled faintly, and a more calm temperament slowly emerged.

Rain, dripping down.

The peak was cold, and there were snowflakes, scattered with the mountain wind.

French Match Day.

There was no morning lecture today, but all the disciples gathered in the outer gate square.

For the beings who have been practicing boringly all these years, this kind of Dharma fighting competition makes them a little strangely excited. Even if it is a low-level fight provoked by a private person, the effect and momentum are like a holiday party.

Several teachers were dispatched and sat on the high platform in the south, playing some maintenance roles.

In the middle and high-level of the Mobei faction, there are not many characters who appear, because although the French fighting competition is a tradition, it is held at the outer gate, and for this reason, it always makes people lose face.

The teaching of small classes, high classes, and several classes, because of the two sides of the competition, mostly appeared in the field.

The teacher in the middle class, who used to appear in the small class, also appeared, on the periphery of the circle, with an expressionless face, just looking at the field.

The rain and snow have stopped, but the cold remains.

The sunlight is blocked by the wet fog, and the light shines in the field, which looks extremely cold.

Xiao Yu reconciled, face to face, standing at both ends of the Dharma platform, the cold sun above his head, the shadow stretched, lonely and stiff.