Taoist chanting

Chapter 212 Sword to Sword, Mind to Mind

"Good swordsmanship!"

Seeing that Du Huijian was stabbed by a sword, Cen Sanlin stepped back and stopped five feet away from the line. Du Huijian only tore through his outer robe, and blocked the sudden blow with his protective robe, without being injured. You had the strength to spare, clasped his fists and said:

"Excuse me, Guanzhu Zhang, did you reach the 'fitting with the body' sword state?"

Zhang Wenfeng clasped his fists in return: "I just touched a trace of sword intent, and there is still a long way to go before 'fitting with the body'."

For more than a month, he has been trying to figure out the sword's supernatural power when he has a little spare time, and he has quite a lot of experience.

Cen Sanlin's fighting spirit was high, and he walked into the arena and said: "Cen has also realized a trace of sword intent, please let Guanzhu Zhang let go, don't show mercy under the sword, Cen will go all out, please!"

With a bang, he drew out the large sword that was palm-wide behind his back.

"Cen Daoist, please!"

The two spoke politely, and rushed to attack with their swords at the same time, neither of them was really polite.

Cen Sanlin swung the wide sword with one hand and lifted the weight lightly, and slashed with the strong wind. Facing the simple flat stab of the sword two feet away, he didn't have the slightest intention of resisting, he just slashed against him without reason.

His broad sword protruded more than a foot and a half from the opponent's sword.

This is also an advantage in the competition between masters.

Even after watching Zhang Guanzhu's two sword fights, he would not let go of any opportunity he could take advantage of.

Sure enough, Zhang Guanzhu changed his move in the middle of the Immortal Guiding stab, his wrist turned like a waving flag, and the sword light suddenly turned into a huge millstone, crushing towards Cen Sanlin, which was equally unreasonable.

"Dang... Ding Ding Ding" there was a burst of intensive clashing sounds.

The sword energy splashed like fine rice, and they collided and tried briefly, and the two retreated three steps at the same time.

Zhang Wenfeng spun his feet outward, dispelling the huge impact force into the ground, a tinge of excitement surged up in his heart, he met his opponent, and the opponent's swordsmanship should be on par with his.

This kind of discussion is interesting.

He doesn't use supernatural powers, and it's difficult to win the opponent.

After all, the opponent is a sword cultivator who has advanced to the Gradient Realm. His vision and experience, as well as the control and use of the same Yuan Qi, are far beyond him, but it is not easy to beat him when suppressed to the same cultivation level.

Cen Sanlin shouted: "Come again!"

With a steady kick on the ground, his figure shot like an arrow, and he stabbed with his sword. The moment Zhang Guanzhu drew his sword to close and wrap, he flicked his wrist left and right, and the blade of the sword instantly pierced seven or eight sharp ghost images.

"Dangdang", knocked away the sword body on the opposite side, and stabbed the opponent with a double shadow, which made it hard to argue.

"Ding", Zhang Wenfeng pierced with the tip of his sword, using his strength to spin into the air, dodging the fierce attack that was deliberately planned, he kicked his feet in the air and used his body as a millstone, and then used the sharpening sword posture again, condescendingly suppressing with the double millstones, This is a new change that he pondered over a few days ago.

All the means that can be used are to demonstrate strength, including one's own weight, and the difference between top and bottom.

Cen Sanlin blocked a few moves, which was too exhausting, so he had to dodge back defensively.

Zhang Wenfeng turned over and landed on the ground. They fought for two rounds, but it was still a tie.

"interesting!"

Cen Sanlin laughed loudly and swung his sword to attack again.

Challenging that perverted guy He Guangjun, he lost miserably every time, and he had to pay the price in blood. Fighting against Zhang Guanzhu was hearty and exhilarating.

Zhang Wenfeng raised his sword and stabbed flat, the difference between the two swords was less than a foot, and the sword light was suddenly dazzling.

A little bit of cold light turned into petals and danced, and the "Flying Flower Style" emerged from the flat stab, communicating with him with a trace of sword intent borrowed from the Ancient Scroll of Consciousness and Swords, hiding it and killing him.

He used all the sword skills he had learned during this period without any reservations. He didn't have to worry about Cen Sanlin's life. He needed a strong opponent to verify some of his sword skills assumptions.

The sword style is so beautiful that it is intoxicating, not like a scene in the world.

Cen Sanlin swung his horizontal sword, "Ding", his feet took the opportunity to drift back more than ten feet.

The colorful sword light followed after him, and he swung the broad sword in his hand again. With two consecutive "ding dong", he retreated three feet away. There was no room for retreat, and a line was drawn a few feet behind him.

The gorgeous sword light became more and more dazzling, and the broad sword in Cen Sanlin's hand suddenly let go as if he had put all his eggs in one basket.

Du Huijian, who was on the sidelines, rubbed his shoulders with a look of surprise on his face.

Xianyunke next to him muttered: "Excellent, only three tricks forced Boss Cen to come up with a unique trick!"

He lost to Guanzhu Zhang after only one move in the fight. The scholar originally felt aggrieved and dissatisfied, but now he just sighed. He thought he had found a way to deal with Guanzhu Zhang, but he probably took it for granted. Behind, there is a more powerful sword style, which he has no way to resist.

Zhang Wenfeng was taken aback, this is the sword skill of letting go.

It is similar to the flying fork thrown by the second-level martial artist back then. They all use their spiritual consciousness to perform the "object control technique" plus the power-transporting technique, and the distance is closer, and the danger is even more dangerous.

He withdrew his sword and retreated, swiping his sword twice without knocking down the wide sword. The seemingly extremely powerful throwing sword was as slippery as a fish.

Cen Sanlin, who was about to be forced out of the circle by him, took the opportunity to move sideways out of his attack range with his treacherous speed and pace, and appeared behind him, forming a back-to-back attack with the wandering sword in front of him.

Grabbing the sword formula with his hand, pointing at Guanzhu Zhang, the broad sword swiped across.

Zhang Wenfeng turned around and retreated to the right. He knew that this was a trap, deliberately calculated by Cen Sanlin, in order to draw him close to the line.

He twisted his wrist and used the sword sharpening posture again, and the broad sword fell to the ground with a "clang" by him. Slashed open, the blue light and yellowish light waves on his body bounced off the invisible sword intent.

He couldn't help but retreated three steps in a row, he was already close to the line, and his shoulder hurt, which forced him to use the magical power of the blue light reflection spell to protect.

It is very difficult to guard against the invisible sword intent. He needs to accumulate experience in dealing with the sword intent. The calm state of mind attached to the supernatural power will help him maintain a calm state at all times.
The wide sword on the ground "cracked" and flew up, and then launched a pincer attack with Cen Sanlin who was about two feet away from the bottom up.

It was the first time for Zhang Wenfeng to face such weird sword skills. He suddenly crossed the sword with his left hand and stabbed at the revived wide sword. His right hand pulled out the tailor-made millennium jujube sword from his waist, drawing an arc with a touch of dark red. From top to bottom, he volleyed towards Cen Sanlin.

The Zaomu sword is five feet two inches long, one and a half feet longer than the Bizhu sword he inherited from the Taoist temple.

According to Yun Qiuhe, in addition to jujube wood, a few rare wood materials were added to the body of the sword, making the jujube wood long sword as tough as metal without hindering the use of wood.

Holding the sword in both hands, stabbing and slashing, he used it in a calm state of mind, diverting his mind from two purposes, which was more harmonious than his usual practice of using two swords at the same time.

Cen Sanlin didn't have a weapon in his hand, so he didn't dare to block the opponent's blow with the wooden sword with his bare hands, so he knew the purpose of Zhang Guanzhu's two swords hanging around his waist.

He slid backwards under his feet, turned strangely, avoided a slash, and had already grasped the broad sword that had been stabbed upside down. Suddenly to the right, strange and unpredictable, fighting with Zhang Guanzhu with two swords using different sword techniques.

Zhang Wenfeng's speed and agility couldn't keep up, but the venue was too small, which restricted Cen Sanlin's agility.

He waved his sword casually, pointing east and west.

In a still state, the two swords are like two people casting them at the same time. The front and back are full of cyan and dark red sword lights, which are harmonious but different.

He no longer has the concept of winning or losing in his mind, and just fights swords with all his strength.

The two turned from one end to the other like a windmill, and then turned to the south, chasing and fighting each other.

The sound of "Ding Dong" was endless, and the battle became more courageous, and there was no moment to separate and retreat.

The two sides use offense instead of defense, and use defense as offense, attacking all the time, attacking and killing each other, without any scruples.

Xianyunke was dumbfounded, this is...too strong!

Until then, he was completely convinced.

He was suppressed from the beginning to the end by Zhang Guanzhu's sword, because he has this strength and vision.

Even if he used his ultimate move, he still couldn't change the result of being defeated, and he immediately felt better.

Yun Qiuhe hadn't seen Zhang Guanzhu fighting with others for a long time, and secretly sighed, He Guangjun is not a good person, but his vision is still good, Zhang Guanzhu's swordsmanship talent is indeed outstanding.

Compared with He Guangjun's first sword fight, his sword skills are no longer the same.

She could see that Cen Sanlin had slowly used up some of his cultivation in the Gradient Realm, that's all, men were competitive, and her notarization was just a display, let them have a good fight, let's talk about it when it's over.

Only Yue Anyan was a little worried. The host was sick, and the desperate discussion like this made his condition worse. If Dr. Ji dragged on for a few days, he would suffer a lot.

At this moment, she could only watch helplessly.

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(End of this chapter)