At the same time as Fei Yi made a sound, two figures quickly passed by and directly rescued Hua Chong in mid-air.
"Senior Brother Hua!"
Liang Yan made a seal with one hand, and a burst of blue spiritual power surged out, extinguishing all the flames on Hua Chong's body. However, at this moment, Hua Chong's face was pale and blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth. He was obviously seriously injured.
"I'm sorry to disappoint my junior brother!" Hua Chong said with a bitter smile: "Senior brother's qualifications are still a bit low, and he can't learn anything from the master. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been defeated in such an embarrassing manner!"
Liang Yan sighed softly and said, "Senior brother, don't talk anymore. Let's practice our skills and rest for a while. I'll leave it to my junior brother for the next battle."
After saying that, he stood up and pinched the sword secret in his hand, and the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword flew out of the storage bag and hovered beside him.
"Senior, in this final battle, it is up to this junior to ask for advice!"
The incarnation of Fei Yi stood there with his hands behind his hands. He did not stop the two of them from rescuing Hua Chong. When he saw Liang Yan coming out, he just said with a half-smile: "I haven't had so much fun in a long time. Don't worry, I won't kill him."
I will kill you! I will also train you to become snake slaves, so you can chat with me to relieve your boredom!"
"But in the battle just now, it seems a little irregular for seniors to hide the wind in the fire, right?" Liang Yan said lightly.
"Haha, you don't have to provoke me. The so-called fire borrows the power of the wind. The two complement each other. As long as I use the magical power of fire to hurt him in the end, it is not a violation of the rules, right?"
After Fei Yi finished speaking, his eyes slowly closed. When he opened them again, the fire in his body was gone, replaced by a compelling sword intent.
Liang Yan knew that this fat man had hundreds of tricks, and now he was afraid that another one would try to compete with him in the way of swordsmanship!
At this time, the fat man opened his mouth and actually pulled out a long sword from his mouth. The sword body was composed of nine-section wind blades, each of which was spinning endlessly, as if the nine-section blades were constantly rotating.
"Sword cultivation is too partial. I don't have a flying sword. This 'wind blade' is transformed by my natal magical power, and its power is closer to my true strength. You have to be careful, kid!" Fei Yi said calmly.
said.
Liang Yan narrowed his eyes and shouted: "Okay, then Liang will come to ask you for advice on the art of swordsmanship!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he violently pinched the sword with one hand, and started with a "Thunder Sword Style", slashing straight forward at the incarnation of the fat man.
Fei Yi chuckled and didn't know how to cast a spell. The wind blade above his head flew out automatically, blocking Liang Yan's thunderous sword for him.
Two flying swords, one with wind and one with thunder, instantly exchanged a move in mid-air!
In fact, this "wind blade" is not a real flying sword, but the gift of Fei Yi's natal magical power. It does not need to be controlled by sword techniques at all. He can use it as he wishes and operate freely.
Liang Yan exchanged three moves with him, and suddenly felt that this "wind blade" was unpredictable and unpredictable. Sometimes it was divided into nine parts, slashing or slashing from nine different directions, and sometimes it merged into one and slashed straight in the middle.
, stately.
He learned the art of swordsmanship on his own, and rarely encountered well-matched opponents among his peers. At the beginning, Yuan Taiji, Ximen Hao and others could not greatly impress him.
But today, this fat man gave him a huge sense of oppression.
"It's so strange that this person uses his sword. It feels like there's no rules and he just does whatever he wants, but he always uses offense instead of defense, forcing me to withdraw my sword and go back to defense!"
During the sword fight, Liang Yan's mind became more and more active, and he gradually felt that he had understood some key points, but these consciousnesses were vague. He wanted to figure it out carefully, but he was still missing a level of understanding.
The two fought for five more moves, but they were still evenly matched. Although Liang Yan's sword was like thunder, the fat wind blade was also dispersed by the wind. He changed his moves several times, but was invisibly neutralized by this person.
After fighting like this for a moment, Liang Yan suddenly felt a light in his heart and thought to himself:
"This person doesn't know anything about sword techniques. He clearly relies on his own magical power, forcibly evolved the sword intention of the wind, and then relies on instinct to launch attacks."
"The path of the sword is formless and formless, and you can do whatever you want. The more sword techniques I learn, the more restricted I become by these rules and regulations, and gradually lose the true meaning. But this talented spiritual beast in front of me seems to
It coincides with the true meaning of swordsmanship."
When Liang Yan thought of this, he suddenly closed his eyes and his whole mind was immersed. The "Little Sancai Sword Technique", "Flying Thunder God Sword Technique" and all the wonderful sword techniques in the "Tao Sword Sutra" were in his mind like a revolving lantern.
It flashed through my mind in a hurry.
Countless moves emerged one after another, but were gradually forgotten in his mind. After a moment, a sword fighting map actually appeared in Liang Yan's consciousness.
Countless flying swords evolved in that map, each performing exquisite sword moves, forming their own formations, and attacking each other.
Some are open and closed, like a heavy sword without an edge; some are light and agile, like a soft sword of crape myrtle; and some are cold and clear in the bone, like a clear jade sword.
"Phaseless Sword Sutra!"
For some reason, when Liang Yan's mind went blank, he actually recalled the picture of the immortals fighting swords that he had seen in the Valley of Evil Doctors!
The image of one of the edgeless heavy swords became more and more real, and its moves and sword techniques gradually took shape in Liang Yan's mind.
Liang Yan suddenly felt an impulse in his consciousness. He raised his hand and took off the sharp sword in mid-air.
"What a sword move! This move is based on the Thunder Sword and combines my three sword techniques. Let's call you the 'Three Ultimate Thunder Sword'!"
During the battle, Liang Yan realized a formula from the "Phaseless Sword Sutra" that he couldn't understand at the time. Only then did he realize that this sword technique actually had no fixed rules, and that the thirty-six changes in it had to be completed by himself.
In other words, if this "Shadowless Sword Sutra" falls into the hands of different people, different sword techniques will be produced. As for the various flying swords in the sword fighting diagram, they are only thirty-six types of sword intentions.
For ordinary sword techniques, you first learn the sword moves, and then slowly understand the sword meaning contained in them. This is the so-called "read it a thousand times, and its meaning will become apparent"!
However, those who learn this sword technique must first acquire the sword intention and understand the sword technique later. Carve the sword intention in their mind first, and then understand their own sword technique based on these thirty-six types of sword intention!
Formless and formless, it is also the appearance of all living beings, so it is called the "Shadowless Sword Sutra"!
That day, he said goodbye to the Evil Doctor Valley. It was two years later that he realized the slightest hint of this sword technique, but it was enough to make him feel excited and enjoy himself endlessly.
The fat man was fighting swords with Liang Yan. When he saw him suddenly closing his eyes, he didn't know what happened. He just felt that this man was incredibly crazy.
Although he was hampered by the rules and could only fight with the swordsmanship that he was least good at, this wind sword was transformed from his own demonic wind, and its power should not be underestimated at all.
"Boy, I didn't want to kill you, but now it seems that you are seeking death on your own!"
Fei Yi seemed to be irritated by Liang Yan, he roared angrily and waved one hand at the same time.
A strong wind suddenly rose in mid-air, and the nine-section wind blades rotated rapidly, like nine huge whirlwinds, cutting towards the place where Liang Yan was.