girl let me check

Chapter 210 Sword Qi breaks the snow
attack her?
Fang Weihan was stunned for a moment.

"Sister, are you going to be my dummy?"

The lumen sword in his right hand was curled into a sword flower, and the golden sword edge was like a stream of autumn water under the setting sun, burning restless dreams.

"Sister, please be careful, my sword is very fast."

Fang Weihan reminded Wen Zhexue with a chuckle.

He wasn't worried that the girl would be hurt by the sword skills used by a man of his fourth rank, but he had to remind her.

Wen Zhexue regards herself as her junior sister, so Fang Weihan will naturally regard Wen Zhexue as his senior sister.

This is his code of conduct and has never changed.

The girl pursed her lips slightly and smiled very faintly.If Fang Weihan hadn't looked carefully, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

It seems that Wen Zhexue has never smiled before.

Fang Weihan thought in his heart.

This is the biggest smile she has now.

When Wen Zhexue smiles... it should look good, right?

"It is common for cultivator Jingtian to have a dull temperament. It would be better to say that Wen Zhexue's behavior is a bit strange."

Yun Shu moved out the small bench and sat down comfortably on the side.

"She has so many expressions...she looks so much like a normal person."

"There are no normal people in Jingtian."

She took out a bag of melon seeds from somewhere, as if waiting for Fang Weihan to make a fool of herself.

"Okay, okay, there's going to be a fight soon. Are you still thinking about expressions? Can you just concentrate on it?"

Fang Weihan: "..."

He took a deep breath, and the Lumen Sword flickered with light.

"Sister, I'm going to draw my sword."

Wen Zhexue put her hands behind her back, her long hair hanging down her waist, like a cloud robe with blue star patterns embroidered on the sleeves.

The hot and humid summer night breeze blew through the hem of her clothes, revealing her skin as white as the remaining snow on the Tianshan Mountains.

She nodded slightly, her eyes flashing with the mysterious brilliance of the stars in the sky.

The sound of the sword cutting through the air barrier was like the screech of a cormorant flying across the water, and it exploded unexpectedly in the small courtyard.

The tip of the Lumen Sword was getting closer and closer to Wen Zhexue, but she showed no sign of trying to dodge.

It wasn't until the sword edge wrapped with starlight was about to touch her body that the girl made a move.

She stepped back slowly, her cold eyes reflecting the incoming sword light.

Just like the clouds and cranes spreading their wings, the Chensu spread out, Wen Zhexue's retreat is like the optimal solution after precise calculation.

The tip of the sword passed against the girl's delicate nose, and the strong wind wrapped around the sword made her clothes flutter, and her hair danced like willow leaves in the wind.

Danger after danger, there is no way to retreat, but it becomes even more difficult.

This is the least energy-consuming and shortest way to dodge.

Under Wen Zhexue's light move, Fang Weihan's fierce sword move turned into a mere decoration.

Just like the pride of the old era was crushed into rolling dust by the wheels of the future, but no trace of fragrance was left.

This is suppression at the legal level, and it is absolutely impossible to change it at all without making a quality breakthrough.

Fang Weihan extended his sword without touching Wen Zhexue at all, and continued to extend his second sword without stopping.

Then came the third sword, the fourth sword...

Fang Weihan didn't use any sword skills, he just used ordinary sword moves that he had learned from many years of sword practice.

Although his sword skills are powerful, it is impossible to form a sword that is as smooth and continuous as his.

This is the accumulation of results accumulated over time and is the accumulation of Fang Weihan's sword skills.

Facing the waves of water condensed by the swordsmanship, the figure of the girl in white was like a smart fish in the vast ocean.

She could always skillfully avoid the sword energy when it was about to touch her skin.

Just like a wild bee chasing among flowers, knowing that there is no result, but still keeping aloof.

The long river surged to three feet in front of the girl, but could no longer move forward.

The surging river water was frozen by the coldness of the stars in the sky, turning into cold and hard scum, no longer as dripping and smooth as when they burst out of the Lumen Sword.

The girl's figure floated vaguely in the sword light, just like the blade of the sword cutting through the flowing clouds. No matter how powerful the sword was, it could not exert any force.

Fang Weihan stopped swinging his sword, and the tip of the sword dropped and pointed at the ground.

He stood there thoughtfully, as if he had thought of something.

The fairy-like girl from Guigong did not disturb her, but looked at the young man in brocade robes in front of her calmly with eyes as calm as water and as bright as cold stars.

Wen Zhexue's slender crescent eyebrows frowned again, but relaxed after a short period of time.

The girl suppressed all the emotions on her beautiful face, as if those things had never appeared before.

She stood quietly on the spot, her figure was illusory and fragile, giving people an unreal beauty, just like the colored glass on the Qiong Tower in Tianque.

"What, what did you realize?"

The girl in the green skirt was eating melon seeds on the small bench. Her legs in white stockings were raised in an ungraceful way. The legs were squeezed together, and the plump and beautiful curvature was covered by the thin silk. The hazy reverie was even more seductive.

It would be better if the girl couldn't speak.

"If you can't beat me, you can ask me for help outside the court."

"My lord, I have a lot of money and I don't need any reward. Just call me mom twice and I'll be very happy."

Yun Shu's laziness and softness reached Fang Weihan's ears.

If you ignore the joking in her tone, Fang Weihan might be slightly moved.

But with this unfriendly tone, he still wanted to be Qin Shihuang.

"Don't make any noise, I'm having an epiphany."

Fang Weihan didn't lie to Yun Shu, he really realized something.

Every time before Wen Zhexue's figure moved, Fang Weihan could detect a strange fluctuation of star power.

Fang Weihan didn't know what it was, but he had a star commentary in his mind.

After checking and applying it, Fang Weihan discovered that this was the fluctuation when using star power to calculate cause and effect.

So the reason why Wen Zhexue dodges his own sword move is to calculate his next move in advance and then avoid it...

Fang Weihan finally understood why the girl had the confidence to dodge his sword attack just now.

It is known that you will slash a sword towards my right side at 1.94 seconds, then I only need to make the corresponding dodge action on the left side at 1.93 seconds.

There is no need to expend any more energy at all.

Yun Shu once said that Jingtian is a pragmatic lunatic, and he will never contribute two cents if he can contribute one cent.

Fang Weihan now finally understood where Jingtian's pragmatism came from.

It is an optimal strategy after careful calculation, like the strategic planning of a securities analyst.

Economists manipulate gold and silver currencies, while Jingtian manipulates time and cause and effect.

Thick clouds blocked the light of the stars. At the base of the courtyard wall, Mingxiao Sword was still chasing Phoenix for physical exercise.

None of this affected Fang Weihan's thinking.

The method to break Wen Zhexue's trick is very simple.

The more advanced the power fluctuations, the greater the causal rewards of arithmetic, and the more difficult it is to predict the trajectory in a short period of time.

If he uses rebuke, Wen Zhexue's calculations will be immediately ineffective.

But obviously this is not the reason why Wen Zhexue spends time here as his sparring partner.

If you really use it, it will be no different from cheating.

After some thinking just now, Fang Weihan has figured out how terrifying this method of advance prediction is when used in actual combat.

I'm afraid this is Jingtian's real advantage when fighting against opponents of the same level.

Then we should start from this aspect.

Fang Weihan took a deep breath, and a bright silver light similar to Wen Zhexue flashed in his eyes.

Since Wen Zhexue is calculating my opportunity to attack, then I am calculating her opportunity to dodge.

As long as I can calculate faster than her, she won't be able to dodge my sword.

The Lumen Sword lit up again and stabbed at the girl standing opposite with her hands behind her hands.

However, the speed of the long sword this time was much slower than before. It was almost like slow motion, and it was not like the sword technique used by a person with level [-] Mingwu at all.

I am afraid that even a weak scholar could avoid Fang Weihan's sword.

The girl looked at the sword thrust towards her, a hint of surprise flashed in her starry eyes.

She didn't expect Fang Weihan to understand so quickly.For the first time, an emotion called relief appeared in Wen Zhexue's always calm state of mind.

Did you feel the same way when your master taught you the Linyuan technique?
The girl tilted her head slightly and dodged Fang Weihan's sword again.

"Chong!"

Fang Weihan sheathed the long sword directly.

"Sister, I seem to understand."

The handsome young prince smiled at the fairy-like girl opposite him.

"It's better not to unsheath this sword, so as not to hurt senior sister again."

"Senior Sister has never drawn a sword against me, so I will not draw a sword against Senior Sister."

Yun Shu next to him almost choked on his own melon seed shell.

"Ugh...I'm going to vomit."

The girl glared at Fang Weihan and quickly looked away, saying in disgust.

The feet wrapped in white silk moved bit by bit in the air.

She seemed to have forgotten that she only agreed to wear white stockings for one day.

At this moment, Wen Zhexue was also looking at Fang Weihan.

He had such a beautiful smile, with the arrogance unique to young people, and the humility that was rare among the sons of ministers.

Through mind reading, the girl with moon eyebrows and starry eyes could feel the seriousness in his words.

In fact, it was possible without mind reading, but Wen Zhexue had never experienced that feeling.

No need to read minds... How to judge and prove a person's thoughts?

Wen Zhexue didn't know that her master had never taught her this.

Everything in the world can be learned through Linyuan magic, with one exception.

That is the unpredictable human heart.

But why do people always say that people’s hearts are unpredictable?
Wen Zhexue didn't know either.

But when she looked into Fang Weihan's eyes, she suddenly understood something.

The answer to the question that I have been pursuing seems to be found in my junior brother who suddenly appears in front of me.

The familiar disorder of cause and effect wrapped around the girl again.

This is the fourth time, what on earth is going on.

Wen Zhexue frowned and tried to find the source of this unprovoked cause and effect, but no matter how she calculated it, this cause and effect was like a breeze, suddenly appearing and disappearing without any reason, leaving no trace.

But they all appeared when he saw Fang Weihan.

Maybe... following Fang Weihan, I can find out where this causal disorder comes from?

Wen Zhexue thought so.

The figures in white and brocade robes played a quiet symphony in the night, so harmonious and beautiful that Phoenix and Mingxiao Sword, who were chasing each other, stopped and looked over.

Fang Weihan made a hand gesture with his left hand across his chest, and stabbed with a sheathed sword in his right hand, chasing the wisp of moonlight in front of him.

Every time he drew his sword, the girl deftly avoided it every time.

He had drawn his sword for an unknown distance, but it still didn't touch the girl's robe.

Fang Weihan was not discouraged.

Because he could feel that the time gap between him and Wen Zhexue was gradually shortening.

The relationship between the white clothes and the brocade robes is not light and shadow. They can never exist without birth and death.

They are more like the spring breeze and fallen leaves, separated only by the noisy midsummer of cicadas.

And it just so happens that today, with the clouds covering the moon, is the time when the summer night begins to take shape.

Drawing out his sword again, Fang Weihan felt that there was only an inch between the tip of his sword and the white clothed man.

At this moment, Wen Zhexue's white clothes were flying and his figure took two steps back.

"Buzz!"

The Mingxiao Sword beside the wall was summoned by its master and turned into a stream of light and flew into the girl's white palm.

It was as if she was holding a meteor streaking across the sky.

Wen Zhexue changed her previous deliberate dodge action and instead raised her sword to attack Fang Weihan.

This sudden change left Fang Weihan with no time to resist.

He rolled around and dodged the edge of Mingxiao Sword in a panic.

The power of Mingxiao's sword continued unabated, the tip of the sword turned in an elegant arc, and struck Fang Weihan mercilessly again.

The girl in white clothes had a face as cold as frost, and the sword in her hand was as cold as a deep pool in the north.

The mysterious star array on his left hand was shining brightly, and the spiritual consciousness in his mind was aching. Almost instantly, Fang Weihan had already devoted all his energy to calculating the trajectory of the girl's sword.

Fallen leaves are flying under the trees, and egrets are singing in front of the mountains.The spring breeze brushes the light of the dazzling stars and polishes the bright jade plate hanging high in the sky.

The time has come.

Fang Weihan suddenly opened his eyes, and the star power and blood energy of the Lumen Sword in his hand danced wildly, like a dragon twisting water.

Tonight he used his sword skills for the first time.

Ming Emperor's Sword Classic · Breaking Sharp.

The long sword in his hand slashed in the direction of Ming Xiao, the blade of the sword filled with light of cause and effect.

Fang Weihan was sure to win this attack.

The moment the two swords touched each other, the light in front of his eyes surged, drowning everything in his field of vision.

In the vast whiteness, he seemed to see a girl with bright eyes and white teeth, as bright as the bright moon.

Her eyebrows are very similar to Wen Zhexue's, and her starry eyes and crescent eyebrows seem to be carved from the same mold.

It's just that her face has not yet grown, and she still has a seven-point childishness, and her figure is not as tall as Wen Zhexue.

who is she?Where is this?What am I doing here?
Fang Weihan's heart was full of doubts.

"Senior sister, I did it."

He heard a voice say.

The light and shadow in front of me collapsed like a boulder entering water.

"Chong!"

The two swords clashed, making a crisp clashing sound.

The Mingxiao Sword came out of the girl's hand, was thrown high up, and automatically floated in the distance.

The edge of the Divine Sword was not visible at all, and the collision just now was clearly an impact with a blunt weapon.

She also didn't let Ming Xiao get out of her sheath, just like Fang Weihan.

The murderous intention just now was just a disguise.

"Senior sister, I did it."

Fang Weihan opened his mouth and said something like this out of nowhere.

There was a storm in his heart.

Not just because he and the voice said the same thing.

It was more because he knew the voice just now, or rather... was familiar with it.

Because that was clearly his own voice when he was a child!

what on earth is it?

Fang Weihan felt cold all over, as if there was invisible malice wrapped around his body.

The clouds were thick, the stars and moon were missing, and the muffled thunder gradually began.

Heavy rain is coming.

"Ow!"

The phoenix transformed into its own body and flew over and landed, stirring up a burst of air.

The big ice-blue bird wrapped its wings around the fairy-like girl, looking extremely anxious.

It could feel the majestic cause and effect surrounding its master, binding her tightly like a physical chain.

Wen Zhexue still looked cold and cold, like the goddess of the Nine Heavens.

She put one hand on her chest, where her heartbeat seemed to have missed a beat, bringing with it a cold, dull pain.

The girl was a little confused, her eyes full of confusion.

What is wrong with me?
(End of this chapter)