Taoist chanting

Chapter 155
"Thank you, Daoist He, for giving me some pointers last time. Blessed Boundless Heavenly Venerable!"

Zhang Wenfeng cupped his fists in return to express his gratitude. He did not expect that He Guangjun, who had a weird temper, would try this way.

People should not be judged by their appearance, and the arrogant guy became insidious, and he was also shameless.

He Guangjun's eyes brightened, and he sent out an invitation with his characteristic dry smile: "There is no need to thank you verbally, why don't we learn a few sword skills!"

Daoist Mo suddenly looked at the tall and tall strange Taoist priest with great interest.

It is a rare and common thing for Madman He to find someone to learn from. Throughout the year, he is either learning from others or on the way of learning from others.

Zhang Wenfeng looked at the guy on the other side who spoke so uniquely even when he was invited to a sparring session. After thinking about it, he won't be at a disadvantage, and he doesn't have any interests involved. : "Respect is worse than obedience. It's better to learn three tricks like last time. He Daochang, you lower your cultivation base just like me. I can use any means..."

He never likes to be ambiguous when doing things, and the conditions are agreed first.

Even if he doesn't care about winning or losing, he won't do things that are obviously a disadvantage, because the opponent's cultivation base is too much higher than him.

"Learning swordsmanship, the rest is the same as last time."

He Guangjun emphasized that he was delighted to see Lie.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded, secretly admiring this guy's sharp eyesight, but he didn't know what method he used, and he could see his great progress in swordsmanship just by trying it out like that.

"The place here is big enough, please ask Brother Mo to be a witness!"

He Guangjun said to himself, pulled out the silver long sword from behind with a swipe, and stared at Zhang Wenfeng who drew the sword at a distance. This time he did not rush to attack, but began to gather momentum.

The others retreated stepping on the snow, and Wu Qianping sent a sound transmission: "Brother Zhang, be careful!"

The men in each room heard the masters fighting with swords, and rushed out to the corridor to watch.

The two people in the arena are almost in the same posture, holding the sword in their hands flat, with the tip of the sword pointing forward, and the brilliance of the sword body is not visible.

Neither of them wasted Yuan Qi ahead of time, they both stood half sideways, looking casual and natural.

The sword body remained motionless, and there was a slight breeze pulling towards the sword tip.

"Okay, you did a good job!"

He Guangjun praised dryly, stepped lightly on the snow with the tip of his left foot, and his whole body shot out like an arrow. The silver sword tip pierced the air, leaving a circle of turbulent afterimages. The castration was extremely fast, and he launched the attack first.

Zhang Wenfeng remained motionless, took a step back, twisted his wrist, and flipped the blade over.

"Ding Dong" there was a sound of intensive strikes, two figures advanced and retreated, and retreated seven or eight feet from the middle of the field. Straight lines interweave and collide non-stop.

Zhang Wenfeng silently recited the scriptures to purify his mind, and in the face of strong pressure, he raised his perception to the extreme.

The feeling of the sword and the hand are almost integrated.

With a calm mind, the hand controls the sword more and more nuancedly, waving the wrist in a small range, the sword is like a swimming snake, agile and follow the shape.

In a short period of time, he changed his moves slightly, knocking and intercepting the opponent's attack countless times.

However, he couldn't get rid of the opponent's simple and domineering flat stab.

He Guangjun's sword style is a little faster than him, and the edge of the sword moves slightly up and down, left and right, dissolving his resistance, and every step is stuck in his rhythm, striving to be the first step by step, and the sword is leading, which makes him exceptional Aggrieved and uncomfortable, I had to continue to retreat.

For the first time, he personally realized the importance of scrambling for the first-line opportunity in the competition between sword repairers.

He was suppressed very passively, and the sword in his hand repeatedly failed, which also aroused his desire to win.

Seeing that he was about to slide back to the edge of the field, and there was no way to retreat, he immediately took advantage of the leeway, retreated with his sword, the sword swung in a serpentine shape to break free from entanglement, and then suddenly stepped forward to stab forward. The "flying style" change.

The sword light blooms gorgeously, and there is a one-hit kill in the middle, majestic, and strange in the middle.

"it is good!"

He Guangjun's eyes were shining, and he stabbed forward with a straight sword.

The two swords collided with each other, and there was a sound of "clang", and the tips of the swords collided and stood deadlocked in the air.

The power was concentrated at one point and the impact exploded. The two people's robes fluttered and their hair flew up.

Zhang Wenfeng saw that the new usage of the Feihua style he had figured out was able to compete with He Guangjun, and he was evenly matched in the fight, and he was immediately happy. He had only a short period of time to understand the state of "Hand in Hand" in swordsmanship, so he was very satisfied with this result up.

About a breath, a huge wave of impact surged from the tip of the sword.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't expect it, he could no longer resist his feet sliding back, and the flying style was used halfway.

He Guangjun paused, screamed strangely, "The third move is coming", and rushed forward to stab.

The sword changed abruptly on the way, and the shadow of the sword whirled, covering a six-foot area. It was impossible to distinguish between reality and reality.

Daoist Mo knew that Maniac He was very good at swordsmanship, and it was the first time he had seen such power, so he shouted: "Stop playing around!"

The young Taoist priest, Xuanyun Temple and the senior management of Dengtianlou all asked about it.

There are a lot of meritorious service in a short period of time, and the head of the Daolu Branch of Yuanyang County has noticed.

He made a formula in his hand, and a dense air gathered between his fingers.

No matter what, you can't let the lunatic He, who is neither serious nor serious, hurt Guanzhu Zhang, who is waiting to use the formula to make a rescue.

A scream was heard.

Dots of green awns in the air suddenly turned into countless green wood thorns, shooting at He Guangjun from three directions, densely packed, I don't know how many there are, rolling up snow foam on the ground and forming a collision with the sword shadow.

Daoist Mo's eyes showed surprise, he underestimated Guanzhu Zhang who was in trouble.

Although this level of magical counterattack can't deal with the lunatic He who is fading away, it will cause a little trouble for He Guangjun, and it is enough to gain a little respite. By then, the three moves will be over, and the discussion will naturally end.

It's a good time to change Linglong's heart!
Zhang Wenfeng is not so rigid, he must use swordsmanship to compete with the opponent, since the opponent has clearly not used the strength of the late stage of Qi transformation, so why not use his supernatural power a little?
His left foot had already reached the stone steps on the edge of the court, and there was no way to retreat.

Facing an aggressive sword that he couldn't resist, he countered it with the magical power of "Hundred Turns and Thousand Returns Curse".

Amidst the urgent sound of "ding ding ding", Zhang Wenfeng retreated towards Daoist Mo, and with a wave of his sleeve, the first wave of remaining green thorns disappeared, and there was no need to use the next two waves, he said with a smile: "He Daochang's sword skills are profound , I am ashamed of myself, I admit defeat!"

He Guangjun was also a strange guy, but instead asked, "Did you see clearly?"

Zhang Wenfeng thought for a while, then nodded: "I can see a general idea, it's too fast, and the sword light wanders uncertainly. Daozhang He, what you just used was the second level of sword cultivation 'fitting with the body'?"

From the rolling sword momentum, he saw a faint sword light, haunting the waves of the sword shadow, without a trace.

It was precisely because he was unable to resist that he used his magical powers to resolve it.

When He Guangjun heard the word "wandering uncertainly", he knew that the other party really saw it.

There was a trademark dry smile on his face, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said: "It's a little bit close, I touched a little bit, but it's a pity that I can't break through." This is the reason why he is looking for people to learn from each other. : "It would be great if you concentrate on swordsmanship, your talent in swordsmanship is pretty good."

This is the second time he praised Zhang Guanzhu's swordsmanship talent.

Opponents are hard to find, what a pity.

For a guy with a high level of morality, he would not bother to waste a word.

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(End of this chapter)