Taoist chanting

Chapter 211 The reversal came too suddenly

Seeing that he couldn't break the opponent's continuous momentum, Xianyunke swung the slender floating catkin with his right hand to twist and twist, and made a fist with his left hand to punch out of thin air. Sword repair is not only practicing swords, he also practiced some other methods.

The strong wind condensed and hit Guanzhu Zhang's chest with a "bang", attacking him will save him.

Zhang Wenfeng withdrew his sword sideways and retracted more than a foot, easily breaking free from the opponent's sword-style strangulation, and also avoided Xian Yunke's volley punch.

The edge of the sword is sharp and full of killing intent.

It is still a flat stab, but its position has been changed, and it continues to connect with the sword in front of it, regardless of each other.

He already has his own unique understanding of the use of flat stabs.

Almost everything can be transformed into a flat thorn.

Xianyunke failed in one blow, so he had to take two steps back to avoid the sudden Dasheng's sharp edge, and the blade of the sword fluttered like white catkins, and the light of the sword swept across.

Zhang Wenfeng retreated to withdraw his sword, cupped his fists and said, "Accept!"

Only then did Xianyunke realize that he was standing a little outside the line, and he was forced out of the circle.

The sword light, as elegant as white catkins, dissipated into the air, and he couldn't make a sound, he was so aggrieved.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the few apprentices standing on the top of the steps to watch the battle, and gave him an approving smile. He just wanted to be so opportunistic and not pedantic, otherwise he was short and couldn't keep up with their speed, so what was he looking at stupidly on the flat ground?
Another glance at Wei Jingjie and Tie Jinlin, two older teenagers on the sidelines, also gave a smile and nodded, not criticizing their honesty.

Just follow your heart, what's wrong with it?
The future talents of the Taoist Temple cannot be all smart people, there must be mature and prudent ones, after careful training, they are like ballast stones, able to hold steady at certain critical moments, and will not be blindly aggressive and cause the ship to capsize.

The little girl who yelled loudly covered her mouth in fright, and shrank behind the little girl next to her.

The delicate little girl who was pinched by her was so angry that she secretly pinched Shui Qingru's waist lightly. So many people watched, what the hell was screaming, and she was shocked.

Xianyunke shook his head and seemed very unconvinced, and said cheekily: "Guanzhu Zhang, shall we have another round?"

Yun Qiuhe spoke at the right time, and said: "Prince Xiandao, let's wait for later, Guanzhu Zhang has to keep his energy for the two rounds, you should calm down and figure out why you lost just now, don't rush to learn from each other."

Xianyunke waited to say more, but he was glared at by Cen Sanlin, no matter how unconvinced he had to hold it in his heart, challenged by the rules, he had to admit defeat according to the rules, Xianyunke retreated angrily.

Du Huijian watched a one-sided sword fight. She drew her sword and stepped forward. She opened her hands and turned out to be two mother-in-law swords of different lengths and sizes. , with a posture like a dance, he rushed to attack and kill Zhang Guanzhu on the opposite side.

"Sword Dance Skill!"

A gleam of light flashed in Zhang Wenfeng's eyes. He had seen descriptions of this ancient sword skill in classics.

It is said that after the evolution of the sword array, the rhythm of the dancers was added, absorbing the essence of various swordsmanship, and forming many schools. It looks graceful and beautiful, but in fact it is full of murderous intentions.

Staying at home and discussing with others is also a way to increase knowledge.

Holding the sword in one hand, he responded with simple flat and oblique thrusts, and turned around with his feet to look for the opponent's flaws.

From time to time, there was a slight "clinking" sound. The opponent had two swords, one for attack and one for defense. He couldn't go straight in like dealing with a single sword. The opportunity was rare, and he also wanted to see the reality of sword dancing skills.

The two sword lights are different in size, colorful and brilliant, covering the woman's gentle dancing posture.

The two chased and attacked each other in a circle, and the cold light was shining everywhere.

In just a short moment, there were no less than a hundred blows, and there were fine sword qi and strong winds of Yuan Qi colliding and splashing on the wheat drying field, and traces of small pits appeared vertically and horizontally on the ground. Scatter attack effect.

The apprentices watching the battle with wide-eyed eyes from above were dumbfounded.

They saw that female Taoist priest danced so gorgeously and beautifully with her double swords that they couldn't splash the water, and they yearned in their hearts, when they could be as powerful as that.

Shui Qingru focused all his attention on the cyan sword light that roamed and attacked.

In her heart, Guanzhu's swordsmanship is the most powerful, bar none.

"Little girl, that female priest's swordsmanship is so beautiful!"

The delicate little girl approached and whispered.

"What's the use of looking good? Can it stop the master's move of 'immortal guide'?"

The little girl thinks the name of this sword move sounds much better than Ping Ci.

After all, she still likes this kind of name that sounds different and has a sense of immortality. She retorted casually, but suddenly reacted, stretched out her hand to pinch the soft flesh around the little girl's waist, and threatened in a low voice: "Shang Qingyun, you said no. Call me by my nickname, you still call me!"

"If you don't scream, don't scream... It hurts, let go, I screamed!"

"It's almost there."

"Little girl."

The delicate little girl cried out in a low voice, and slyly hid among the male apprentices on the other side.

Shui Qingru pinched an empty space, raised her small fist to demonstrate, and returned her gaze to the field.

After circling seven or eight times, the two groups of sword lights abruptly retracted, and staggered towards Zhang Guanzhu's direction, and silver sword aura appeared in the air, flickering like swimming fish, and encircled Zhang Guanzhu who was retreating back and forth.

The situation changed drastically in the blink of an eye, and Cen Sanlin focused his eyes on Zhang Guanzhu to see how he would respond.

This style of "miluo net" is Du Huijian's unique move. She can use the mother-child sword to stimulate the initial sword formation of "sword dance skills", and release strands of sword energy from the sword formation, making the opponent deeply trapped in her sword energy net In the cocoon.

It is to break through the encirclement and break the sword energy to break through in one direction,
Or confront her head-on under the siege from all sides?

No matter what the situation is, it is already in the game, unless he has the swordsmanship strength of He Guangjun, who can break through the Miluowang sword formation with one sword, and regain the opportunity to stab her again.

In the past, no matter whether it was a sword cultivator or a monk who challenged her, once she unleashed the sword formation, the outcome was basically decided.

Unless you fight her head-on from the very beginning, so as not to let her have a chance to form a sword formation.

Zhang Wenfeng stood still, turning a blind eye to the encircling sword energy, silently looking inside at the two lines of scriptures and ancient seal script on the ancient scroll of the sea of ​​knowledge, with golden light fluctuating and radiant, he did not activate the sword supernatural power, but borrowed a special sword spirit.

Slash forward with a vertical sword, write with the sword like a brush, and swipe downward.

The sword formation and sword energy that the opponent used with the help of the sword dance skill was indeed ingenious and extraordinary, but all changes were inseparable from the person. His sword vainly slashed at the woman who thought he was sure of winning.

"Chicha" seemed to tear through an invisible net.

Du Huijian shuddered for no reason.

Her expression changed, and she quickly backed away with her double swords on her body. Hell, is this invisible sword intent?

Zhang Wenfeng's sword light swayed, his sword pierced the air, brushed the gap between the edges of the two swords, and rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed, his slash was actually just a cover, the sword intent could not hurt anyone at all, it could only be used as a bluff.

Thousands of sword qi surrounded on all sides dissipated in an instant as Du Huijian retreated.

Du Huijian was about to use her two swords to block the flat thrust that broke into the empty door, but she had already lost the opportunity. She almost retreated more than ten feet, and the cyan sword edge rose slightly with the turning of her wrist, avoiding her right chest, piercing her robe, and hitting her right shoulder.

It is like using an arm to use a finger, and it is like using a finger to use a sword. The sword is dexterous and sharp.

Silver-white rays of light bloomed from the woman's body.

The huge impact force sent the woman off the edge of the line.

There was no sound outside the court, no one expected such a change, the reversal came too suddenly.

The little girl who was about to say "good" again quickly covered her mouth.

Although she really wanted to applaud the master, she had learned characters for more than half a year and listened to too many short stories of the master. Literacy was a difficult time in her life, and she understood many rules and principles, and knew that she could not let her temper follow her.

There are many sword styles that she can't understand, so she picks out the ones she can understand and memorizes them hard.

It doesn't matter if you can't learn it for a while, she remembers it in her heart!
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(End of this chapter)