The old immortal of the stars, the Dharma controls the heavens

Chapter 7
Just fight, where does all this nonsense come from?

As the eldest brother, Linghu Chong was very aware that if he continued like this, the outcome might be almost decided before the competition.

Linghu Chong clearly felt that his momentum became chaotic under his junior brother's strange words, and he was directly put at a disadvantage.

As the senior brother of the Huashan Sect, Linghu Chong knew very well that a decrease in momentum meant a decrease in combat effectiveness.If this continues, the result will be announced without a fight.Especially when he saw the looks in his master's, wife's and junior sister's eyes, Linghu Chong became really nervous.

"Swords, you have to compete to see if you understand it!"

After the words fell, Linghu Chong had already drawn his sword to attack. With a clanging sound, the long sword was unsheathed. The first move was the introductory swordsmanship of the Huashan Sect disciples. The sword thrust straight towards Bai Yun. Chuxiu: "Junior brother, be careful."

"..."

Ding Chunqiu sighed inwardly when he was mid-sentence. As expected, it was unpleasant to be interrupted while pretending to be pretentious, or to have a wise man's words blocked.But I have to say that senior brother Linghu Chong's combat IQ is really not bad.

He has found the only breakthrough point in a short period of time.

That is to take the lead and directly interrupt the opponent's pretense.

Because if this continues, it will become increasingly difficult for the senior brother to wield the sword.

The blade of the sword was unsheathed, stirring the airflow.

Facing his senior brother's first move, Ding Chunqiu raised his sword directly in front of him.

Holding the scabbard with his left hand, he shook, and the sword in his hand suddenly came out halfway.

The horizontal sword blade directly blocked the elder brother's long sword.

Ding!
The tip of the sword touched the sword body, making a crisp sound.

Under this block, Ding Chunqiu's free right hand had already pulled out the half-sheathed sword.The action of drawing the sword caused Linghu Chong's long sword to slide, and in a series of sparks, the sword came out.

Then, the sword flew with the wind.

The thirteen postures of Qingfeng come out easily.

The breeze of the sword is like a breeze, and the breeze in the thirteen postures of Ding Chunqiu Breeze appears with it.

The move follows the sword, and the sword follows the wind.

"!!!"

Before the first move was completed, Linghu Chong discovered something strange.

What kind of trick is this?
In his impression, the sword moves he mastered among his masters were not similar to it at all.

Most of the sword moves of the Huashan School come from the mountains, and they emphasize danger, surprise, and absolute perfection. They also emphasize the artistic conception of just matching the unexpected victory and seeking victory in danger.

But the moment the junior brother's sword move in front of him was released, Linghu Chong felt something different.

Not only is it different from the Huashan Sect, but it is also very different from the entire Wuyue Sect's sword moves.

Because the younger brother's sword moves actually follow his own sword moves, moving close to the sword.

Linghu Chong could feel that as long as the junior brother's sword move changed slightly, it would be a fatal killing move.

The sword moves stopped abruptly, and his body froze on the spot.

Baiyun Chuxiu's move was completed, but Linghu Chong's face showed no trace of happiness. He only frowned, staring at the sword tip which was only three inches away from his throat.

aside.

Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze's eyes were shining at this moment. From the couple's perspective, they could tell from just the first move that the swordsmanship created by their young apprentice was of extremely high standard.

The first sword already had the shadow of the sect's qualifications.

Yue Buqun, who was stronger than his junior sister Ning Zhongze, was even more shocked. Just this sword made him feel that the level of swordsmanship created by his young apprentice was already higher than that of his Taiyue Sanqingfeng.

Yue Lingshan's eyes widened and she stared intently.

As a person involved, Linghu Chong's mood officially became serious.

As the eldest brother of the Huashan Sect, Linghu Chong was still very capable.

He is also rare among the younger generation of disciples of the Wuyue Sect. If it were not for Ding Chunqiu, he would definitely be No. 1.

First look.

Linghu Chong knew that the swordsmanship created by his junior brother was not the same as the Chongling swordsmanship created by him and his junior sister.With the first move, Linghu Chong had the illusion that he would definitely lose.

But since he was asking for advice and asking his junior brother to show off the thirteen moves of Qingfeng, Linghu Chong couldn't stop. He needed to continue practicing.What's more, Linghu Chong was also excited at this time, wanting to see how powerful his junior brother's swordsmanship was, which he used to talk about in a playful manner.

After a sudden change in his mind, Linghu Chong had already changed his sword technique.

At this moment, as the senior brother, he had already tried his best.

Seeing the cooperation of his senior brother, Ding Chunqiu also directly performed the thirteen Qingfeng postures step by step.

The breeze comes slowly, the breeze points to the willows, and the breeze reflects the clouds.The breeze floats the clouds, the wind lifts the blue waves, the wind carries the fragrance of flowers, the wind helps butterflies fly, the wind stirs thousands of bells, the gentle breeze drizzles, the returning wind dances with snow, the clear breeze makes the moon shine, the wind passes silently, and when the wind stops, the trees are still.

The thirteen postures are displayed one by one.

When the last move had stopped, Ding Chunqiu was already standing behind his senior brother Linghu Chong, with the sword in his hand half sheathed, and the blade of the sword resting on Linghu Chong's neck.

As for Linghu Chong, he was in a daze and began to doubt his life.

Thirteen moves, the sword resting on the neck thirteen times.

If it was a fight to the death, it meant that Linghu Chong had died thirteen times, or even far more than that.

the first time.

Linghu Chong saw the meaning of the term talent gap from his junior disciple.

The gap between people seems to be wider than the gap between people and dogs.

Compared with Linghu Chong who doubted his life, Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze and his wife couldn't believe it.The couple never expected that the swordsmanship created by their young apprentice would be so powerful.

This is no longer something that can be explained by its awesomeness.

As for wondering whether there is an expert behind the scenes secretly teaching the young apprentice...

This idea had never occurred in Ning Zhongze's mind, and it only circulated in his mind before being rejected by Yue Buqun.

The young apprentice has almost never gone down the mountain in the past ten years. The furthest thing from Huashan is that he has visited the villages at the foot of the mountain several times. He even knows exactly what the young apprentice did in the village at the foot of the mountain. It can be said that from the beginning to the end Finally, Ding Chunqiu did not leave the large area of ​​Huashan at all.

In normal times, the young apprentice spends more time with other seniors, trying all kinds of roundabout ways to get them to praise him.

As for Jian Zong Feng Qingyang...

As the head of the Huashan Sect, Yue Buqun was very sure that his apprentice would not like his personality, and most of the Huashan swordsmanship styles came from the mountains, which was far different from his younger apprentice's style.

In summary--

The Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng are the sword techniques created by the young apprentice Ding Chunqiu.

This talent.

Such talent.

This swordsmanship... has the qualities to suppress the sect.

It is the Huashan sword technique with the characteristics of Qizong.

When he thought of this, Yue Buqun suddenly became happy.

For the first time, he felt that the renaissance of Huashan was so promising and so close.The burden on my shoulders felt inexplicably lighter at this moment.

"What a Qingfeng Thirteen Styles."

"Qiu'er."

"Does your swordsmanship also have matching footwork?"

It was Ning Zhongze who couldn't help it first. As soon as he opened his mouth, he spoke with words of praise that made Ding Chunqiu quite happy. He didn't show it in words, but it was vividly displayed in his heart, in his tone, and in the numbers.

The golden number +3 floated above Ning Zhongze's head.

Simultaneously.

A golden number +1 also floated on the head of the gentleman Jian Yue Buqun.

(End of this chapter)