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Chapter 671: Demonstrate dual-wielding shadow swords

?The Shadow Sword Style is originally an excellent sword skill that transforms into two styles. It is fast and accurate. When it reaches its peak, it even makes the opponent unable to distinguish the sword body and the sword shadow. The speed of the sword is second only to the Shadowless Sword Style, while the Double-Held Shadow Sword Style goes further. The two swords are used together, and the two moves into four styles. Even the Shadowless Sword Art cannot meet the requirements of body skills. "《

Yan Feng asked Zheng Hantai to bring a mock doll to fix it in the center of the lawn. After the other three retreated to the edge, he saw his body move, and the mock doll was immediately shrouded in a phantom.

"Is this the critical footwork?" Yan Bing's beautiful eyes flashed, and he was amazed in his heart, and his eyes never left Yan Feng for a moment.

"One sword, two swords, three swords..." Old Man Yan had observed Yan Feng's critical footwork and focused on the latter's sword moves. Even though he practiced very well, he could not keep up with the attack rhythm of the two wooden swords at this time.

"My God, is this really a shadowless sword skill?"

Zheng Hantai knew nothing about the Shadowless Art and could not capture Yan Feng at all. He just saw more and more sword marks appearing on the simulated doll, either stabbing or cutting, and after a while, it was stacked densely, and the numbers on the sensor were jumping rapidly, 24 times, 48 ​​times, 92 times,...

A minute later, Yan Feng stopped. As the blood speeded up to the extreme, his handsome face turned red and his breathing became obviously rapid. At this time, the simulated figure was already full of holes, and the sensor showed a terrifying number of 718.

"Average 12 swords per second..." Zheng Hantai looked shocked. He knew very well that the sensor was debugged by him by himself. If the bearing capacity did not meet the standard, it would not count at all. In other words, Yan Feng's 718 strokes were completely used to use his real strength to draw his sword.

Not only Zheng Hantai was shocked, but Old Man Yan was also standing there. He didn't come back to his senses for a long time. There were still countless sword shadows in his mind, and he murmured: "How could... How could there be such a fast sword move in the world..."

The speed of Yan Feng's use was completely beyond his imagination. Even if he personally used the Shadow Sword stance of the Shadowless Sword stance, he could only use up to four or five swords per second. Even if the Shadow Sword stance is used for two swords, no matter how fast it is, it will never exceed eight swords. However, he still underestimated the effect of the critical footwork. The footwork created by Yan Feng was entirely for close combat. The Shadow Sword stance was a sword skill crystallization that Milo combined with Yan Feng's body technique to deduce billions of times, and has reached the level of perfection, which has increased the speed of the sword move by 50%.

After a long time, the old man Yan's eyes locked Yan Feng again and shouted hungrily: "Boy, practice it again!"

"Old man... do you think I am an Iron Man? Critical footwork... is already very physically exhausting, and it is the limit to be able to last for one minute..."

Because he was too shocked, no one noticed that Yan Feng's arms were twitching slightly. The stronger the sword skills, the more obvious the price, and his current state was close to exhaustion. He could no longer use critical footwork to cast the Shadow Sword pose for at least half an hour.

Old Man Yan was stunned, and then he noticed Yan Feng's slightly chaotic aura, and suddenly realized in his heart: "If he could maintain the balance of breath at such a strength, he would be a monster. However, he is too evil now, no wonder he is so confident to challenge me. If he really exerts his strength, my old bone will not stand for a few seconds..."

"Young Master, you are so awesome. Why didn't you see you using such a sharp move when you were in the Garden of Eden?" Zheng Hantai was so excited that he danced. If he hadn't known that the sword skills Yan Feng used needed the shadowless technique as the basis, even if he was silly, he would have asked Yan Feng to teach him.

Yan Feng ignored the surprise of Old Man Yan and Zheng Hantai, turned his head and asked Yan Bing softly, "How is it? Have you seen the steps just now clearly?"

"I can only barely see half of it..." Yan Bing shook his head slightly, but he couldn't say the following words. She knew in her heart that it was so difficult to just look at it, and it would be even more difficult to show it.

"It doesn't matter. We can learn slowly one day. It is very physically exhausting to use critical footwork in reality. It will be much easier to get to Eden. Just remember the footwork first. I'm practicing the sword move of the double-held shadow sword." Yan Feng used the double-held shadow sword one by one in a way that slowed down the split, and cooperated with the detailed explanation.

Yan Bingxue was smart. He only listened to it once and remembered the seven tricks of Shadow Sword Style. Looking at Yan Feng’s serious situation, he was both moved and happy: “He really accepted me…”

Old Man Yan has been immersed in Shadowless Sword Technique and Shadowless Skill for decades, and most of his life's shock is not as much as today. Seeing Yan Feng's martial arts achievements today, he felt like he was alive to a dog at all ages, and couldn't help but sigh: "The next wave of the Yangtze River pushes the previous wave..."

In order to let Yan Bing understand the key points of critical footwork as soon as possible, Yan Feng cooperated with the photo sword pose every half an hour. Until noon, Butler Zheng arranged lunch in the back garden and joined the discussion of martial arts. Old Man Yan pondered for a while, and couldn't help but ask Butler Zheng, "Did you teach this kid's weird and tricky technique?"

After several days of getting along, Butler Zheng has already made up his grudges about Old Man Yan and has not concealed it: "What the young master uses is the acupoint-stepping technique passed down by our Zheng family, but after he changes it, its power has been greatly improved."

Old Man Yan nodded thoughtfully, pointed at Zheng Hantai and said, "I see that although your son's body movement is average, his breath is stable. The method of luck is somewhat similar to Hunyuan Gong. Can you tell me one or two?"

"This old guy has a pretty accurate eye."

Butler Zheng was amused. Just as he was about to arrange a sway to make excuses, Zheng Hantai said proudly: "This is Hunyuan Gong, it is the perfect internal energy and mental method of my young master. It's amazing!"

"Boy, no one treats you as a mute if you don't speak!" Butler Zheng shaved his son hard and wanted to slap him. This internal skill is the foundation of martial arts, which is much more precious than ordinary martial arts, let alone the perfect Hunyuan Gong?

"No wonder this kid's internal skills have advanced so quickly. It turns out that he has comprehended the more exquisite internal skills and mental methods. It's amazing!" Old Man Yan's eyes lit up, and then he looked at Yan Feng with a profound meaning.

Yan Feng didn't know what he wanted and said bluntly: "Don't use martial arts, I don't owe you Qiu family anymore."

"Bing'er's Yin and Cold Body is only suitable for practicing the Han Bing Heart Method. It seems impossible to think that he has developed a perfect Hunyuan Gong." Old Man Yan felt disappointed in his heart. He also knew that he had made too much demand. If the Qiu family had such a profound internal skills, it would probably not be easy to teach outsiders. In comparison, Yan Feng was so generous that he was ashamed. However, he was really hard to give up his internal skills to practice, so he quietly gave Yan Bing a wink.

Yan Bing understood, hesitated for a while, and said awkwardly: "Yan Feng, there are still several days left in the martial arts exhibition. If Xiaoqian can master the new skills, her strength will also be improved to a higher level..."

This internal skill cultivation is gradual. No matter how genius or how exquisite the internal skill is, it will not be effective in a few days. Yan Feng saw the unnatural expression in Yan Bing's expression, and he had already guessed that she was instructed by the old man Yan. Then he thought that Xiaoqian had given him all his money and said, "This new Hunyuan skill has not yet been perfected to the last step. It is best if someone urges him when practicing, otherwise if something goes wrong, don't blame me."

Old Man Yan thought he would definitely refuse, but he didn't expect that he would agree so simply. He was overjoyed and said with a smile: "I see that your internal strength has improved rapidly, and there is no sign of being possessed by the demon. I believe you are already proficient in the practice method. If the disciples of the Qiu family practice steadily, they should not go wrong."

"This old fox..."

Yan Feng cursed in his heart, feeling speechless at Old Man Yan's thick-faced skin. However, he had a good relationship with the Qiu family. It would be good for him to improve his strength. At least he could restrain the Wang family. He was very focused on dealing with the Zhou Wu family.

Yan Feng practiced the critical footwork and double-held shadow sword style for a day, and it was not over until he was exhausted in the evening. When he returned to the mansion, the Butler Zheng, who was following behind, couldn't help asking: "Young Master, you have returned the double-held shadowless sword technique to the Qiu family, and you have done your best to reveal the perfect Hunyuan Gong? Have you forgotten how they treated you?"

"The Qiu family is now on the same line as us. If I want to overthrow the Zhou Wu family, it is very necessary to help the Qiu family improve their strength. What's more, even if the Qiu family gets the dual-held shadowless sword skills and the perfect Hunyuan martial arts technique, do you think they can threaten me?" Yan Feng glanced back at Butler Zheng, his eyes full of confidence. He is now much stronger than ancient martial artists, and he holds the golden key to advance to the martial arts. Even if he breaks into the ancient martial arts world alone, what are you afraid of? Please come to "

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