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Chapter 530: Preaching and Teaching Swords

The snow dances because of people, and the snow flying all over the sky is pulled by Ye Chen's sword.

Under the shadow of snow all over the sky, Ye Chen's steps were light and his steps seemed extreme, but his figure was floating strangely in the wind and snow.

It was still that extremely simple sword, and Ye Chen contained his selfless artistic conception in this sword.

After thousands of failures, Ye Chen's casual sword move vividly embodied the selfless mood.

Immersed in his own world, Ye Chen saw nothing but the sword in front of him.

It was windy and snowy, and night could not help but fall quietly again. The chill of the night woke Ye Chen up. Ye Chen looked at Xiyue Peak opposite with a slightly confused look, and murmured softly: "It's dark!"

Ye Chen took off the wine bottle from his waist and gently held it. The true energy emerged from the palm of his hand. After a few breaths, clouds of white gas emerged from the mouth of the wine bottle, and its strong aroma of wine floated in the air.

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After taking a sip, Ye Chen quietly savored the taste of the wine while his mind sank into cultivation.

The night wind hit people's hearts, and the sky became darker and darker. In the middle of the night, its melodious voice sounded again on Xiyue Peak.

Just like the night before, the sound of the piano was melodious, and the sound of the sword continued, and the two sounds came together harmoniously.

It was another sleepless night. When the sound of the piano stopped, the sky gradually became brighter. The first ray of dawn between heaven and earth shone on Luoxia Peak and also fell on Ye Chen's face.

Feeling the dawn, Ye Chen opened his eyes and looked at the dawn. His eyes moved slightly and landed on the Xiyue Peak opposite.

On the Xiyue Peak, a beautiful figure slowly stood up, and a girl in white held a guqin, also looking at Luoxia Peak.

Standing across the peak, the two looked at each other without saying a word. Then they both smiled. The girl in white turned around and left with her guqin in her arms. Her figure was finally submerged by the white snow.

Seeing this, Ye Chen also put away his sword and held the wine bottle in one hand. His eyes gradually became clearer, he turned around and walked towards the square.

Before approaching the square, Ye Chen heard several sharp sword whistles. Looking up, he saw several young figures flying in the square, and the swords in their hands also turned into sword flowers and emerged.

The sword is a deadly weapon, but in the hands of the swordsman, it turns into an intoxicating sword light.

Because everyone has different perceptions, this determines that everyone's path is different. In these extremely simple sword lights, Ye Chen felt their respective emotions.

The figure stopped, and Ye Chen's eyes fell on Yue Wuxie's sword. Ye Chen felt a sense of hatred, an inexplicable hatred in the sword after sword.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this hatred that Yue Wuxie's every sword strike was so sharp. Seeing this, Ye Chen was slightly stunned and muttered to himself: "Do you hate it?"

At this moment, Yue Wuxie closed her eyes tightly, her mind completely immersed in the sword in her hand, and the hatred in her heart poured out like a tide.

"Why did that man abandon me and my mother?" The hatred was endless, and only the sword in his hand could vent the hatred in his heart.

His eyes moved slightly, and Ye Chen quietly watched Yue Wuxie and the others dancing with their swords. A few moments later, Ye Chen couldn't help but secretly praise: "The talent of those who can enter the Sword God Sect is really good. It only takes one night to understand Huang Wushuang."

That set of sword skills!"

At the Jade Emperor Academy, although Ye Chen felt that the students' cultivation was good, their cultivation was mostly improved with elixirs, and the Sword God Sect was the gathering place for geniuses, and they were definitely not the geniuses of the Huangfeng Kingdom.

But the genius of the Martial God Continent.

With a slight sigh, Ye Chen thought to himself: "No wonder those big sects can stand for thousands of years, and their endless geniuses are enough to give birth to strong men who are proud of the mainland!"

Dawn broke, and its slightly soft sunlight suddenly broke through the night clothes, and finally fell on Luoxia Peak. Bathed in the morning sun, Luoxia Peak seemed somewhat sacred, especially the sword path.

Holding the sword, Ye Chen jumped down beside Yue Wuxie and the others, stood up, and Ye Chen also danced with the sword.

Bathed in the morning sun, Ye Chen's mood was peaceful, and the sword moves he swung also showed a sense of peace, but they had lost their former sharpness.

Several people were dancing with their swords with their eyes closed, until a few moments later, a deep voice startled several people.

"It's good to be able to integrate your emotions into sword moves! Such a sword is not a death sword, and the moves are not death moves!"

Hearing this, Ye Chen and others opened their eyes one after another, and Huang Wushuang's tall figure appeared in front of Ye Chen and others. Seeing this, Huang Wushuang smiled faintly, held his sword, and jumped into the clouds again,

Raise your sword.

If Huang Wushuang's sword was filled with emotions at first, in the end, its sword power became extremely dull.

It is still a set of extremely simple sword techniques, but Huang Wushuang gave this sword technique a different flavor.

If Huang Wushuang's swordsmanship yesterday was intoxicating, today's swordsmanship can only give people a dull feeling.

The cold mountain wind blew the clouds and mist. In an instant, a sharp sword roar sounded, and a sword rainbow several feet long spanned the entire sky, and the entire cloud layer was split.

The clouds dispersed in all directions, and Huang Wushuang's figure holding a sword appeared in the sight of Ye Chen and others.

Looking at that figure, Ye Chen and others were startled. How could this ordinary sword achieve such terrifying power?

Putting away his sword, Huang Wushuang looked at Ye Chen and others calmly and said: "The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold! Once the sword comes out, it will be gone if it doesn't come out, and once it comes out, it will shake the world!"

Raising his head and looking at the gradually clearing sky, Huang Wushuang murmured softly: "The restrained sword is the most terrifying, no one can detect its sharpness!"

After saying that, Huang Wushuang's feet slightly widened, and his figure once again jumped towards the peak of Luoxia Peak.

Bowing slightly in the direction Huang Wushuang left, Ye Chen and others were lost in thought. Just like before, Ye Chen walked towards the place where he practiced last night with his sword in hand, while Yue Wuxie and others stayed in the square.

Thinking deeply.

Raising his eyes slightly, Ye Chen quietly looked at the sword in his hand. His eyes were sometimes confused and sometimes clear. After a few breaths, Ye Chen stood up and danced the sword again.

Not long after Ye Chen danced his sword, a beautiful figure emerged from the Xiyue Peak opposite, and it was the girl in white.

The girl in white raised her head, looked at the figure opposite, and smiled faintly. The silhouette also moved slightly, and a set of extremely simple sword techniques emerged from the girl's hands.

On the broken wall of Xiyue Peak, two slender and slender figures stood. They were two women wearing gauze. The mountain wind blew the gauze of the two women.

One of the women in a green gauze dress looked at the dancing shadow and sighed softly: "Junior sister Shiyue is crazy in her cultivation. She has been starting the training day after day, but she has never rested!"

"It is precisely because of Junior Sister Shiyue's crazy cultivation that she can achieve results that you and I cannot achieve. I really don't know how she perseveres!" Hearing this, another woman sighed softly.

"Haha, there are many lunatics in the sect, but it is very rare to find lunatics like Junior Sister Shiyue!" The woman in green chuckled, her eyes casually glanced at Luoxia Peak, her eyes condensed, and she said doubtfully: "

Hey, who is that figure on Luoxia Peak? Yesterday I saw that figure dancing a sword there, and today, he is also there?"

"Isn't that right? Luoxia Peak also has a lunatic like Junior Sister Shiyue! We'd better practice hard to avoid being overtaken by other Junior Sisters, which would be embarrassing!" The woman chuckled and left in a floating figure.

Hearing this, the woman in green looked at Luoxia Peak thoughtfully, kicked off her feet, and left in the same air.

Under the flying snow, its two huge peaks stood, and those two crazy figures remained.

As the sun sets over the Western Mountains, the clouds around Luoxia Peak are dyed golden red, which makes this scene look somewhat aesthetic.

One sword after another, Ye Chen's swordsmanship gradually became dull, as dull as water, without any disturbance.

Night fell again, Ye Chen was still dancing with his sword, and the girl in white was also dancing with her sword.

It was not until midnight that the melodious sound of the piano sounded again, and Ye Chen also stopped dancing his sword and looked at the sword in his hand thoughtfully.

There was rare moonlight tonight, and the pale moonlight fell on the two figures. Long shadows were drawn out on the snow. In the end, the shadows all fell under the cliff.

(To be continued)


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