Chapter five hundred and thirty-one sharpening the sword
Chapter 531: Sharpening the Sword
Chapter 531 Sharpening the Sword
The sword is the king of hundreds of weapons, and its power is terrifying.
On the Martial God Continent, some people sharpen their swords in ten years, some in twenty years, some in thirty years, and even some in a hundred years.
These people sharpen their swords just to draw out their swords. If they don't draw out their swords, they will be earth-shattering!
Ye Chen was also sharpening his sword at this moment, with his eyes closed tightly, and he was constantly simulating the sword style in his mind, and the image of his sword striking the city could not help but appear in Ye Chen's mind.
In the past, Ye Chen felt that his One Sword Allure was perfect. However, after several days of reflection, Ye Chen discovered that his One Sword Allure still had some shortcomings.
The mountain wind blew against Ye Chen's rather handsome face, and a little dark red color appeared on Ye Chen's face, but Ye Chen didn't know it at all.
When people grow up and look at those things from their childhood, they will realize that some things seem so childish. And after a warrior's vision has improved, he will re-look at his martial arts in the past, only to find that he was so ignorant at that time.
Ye Chen felt like this at this moment. Ye Chen closed his eyes tightly and kept simulating sword movements in his mind.
Repeatedly and constantly failing, Ye Chen was like a machine, tirelessly trying the sword style.
After a few breaths, Ye Chen stood up suddenly, drew his sword, and the long sword in his hand traced an extremely simple trajectory.
This simple sword had an intoxicating power. Seeing this, Ye Chen shook his head slightly and muttered to himself: "That's not right!"
Wind and snow, sword light, and human figures once again became the themes of this world. Ye Chen worked tirelessly, his body flying in the wind, and his sword posture also changed uncertainly.
On the Xiyue Peak, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped. The girl in white raised her head, looking at the sword lights on Luoxia Peak with a slightly intoxicated look, and murmured softly: "What a beautiful sword light!"
The bright sword light is like the ink pen in the hand of a painter, easily sketching out a beautiful picture in the world.
The girl in white, who was intoxicated by the light of the sword, closed her eyes tightly, her slender and slender hands played on the guqin, and a series of equally intoxicating sounds floated out.
The sound of the piano was low and clear, and for a moment, the sound of the piano vaguely matched Ye Chen's sword intention.
The night slipped quietly through his fingertips. When he closed his eyes and opened them, Ye Chen found that the long night had passed. He looked at the sword in his hand with a slightly confused look. Ye Chen murmured softly: "It's another day."
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After getting up, Ye Chen subconsciously looked towards Xiyue Peak, where the sword light was still filled and the sky was full of people.
In response, Ye Chen smiled faintly, stood up, and walked away.
On the Xiyue Peak, the figure of the girl in white stopped and subconsciously looked towards the Luoxia Peak on the opposite side, where a figure gradually faded away.
In response to this, the girl in white also smiled faintly and left in the same air.
For two consecutive days, Huang Wushuang's two extremely simple sword techniques inspired Ye Chen a lot. For a moment, Ye Chen was looking forward to the sword techniques Huang Wushuang performed today.
The figure quietly jumped down, Ye Chen held the sword and joined Yue Wuxie and others, also dancing the extremely simple sword technique.
A few moments later, a deep voice sounded again: "Although it's not the right way, but it's the right shape, it's not bad!"
Hearing this, Ye Chen and others woke up from their cultivation and bowed slightly to Huang Wushuang.
As Huang Wushuang himself said: "A teacher is someone who teaches, teaches, and solves doubts!"
What Huang Wushuang did in the past two days can be called a teacher. Therefore, Ye Chen and others looked at Huang Wushuang with a little more admiration in their eyes. This was not admiration for the strong.
It’s about admiration for seniors.
With a slight nod, Huang Wushuang turned around, turned her back to Ye Chen and the others and said, "Follow me!"
After saying that, Huang Wushuang's figure floated towards the continuous building. Seeing this, Ye Chen and others were confused, but they followed Huang Wushuang quietly.
On the back peak of Luoxia Peak, white cranes are chirping, snow lotuses are in full bloom, and the faint fragrance of flowers is floating throughout the back peak. In the center of the back peak is a pool of clear water. The water is as winding as a belt, soft and clear, and the breeze blows, and the fallen leaves fall.
Touching the calm lake surface, it caused light ripples, and the white cranes played happily on the Bitan. In this ice and snow, the Bitan was not frozen, which looked very strange.
And around Bitan are dozens of thick stone swords. The stone swords are stuck horizontally on the ground, and half of the sword body is already submerged in the ground.
Snow lotuses, as white as snow, were blooming on the Bitan. Huang Wushuang brought Ye Chen and others here.
Huang Wushuang raised his sword finger slightly and pointed at the lotus in the blue pool. Then he moved his sword finger slightly and pointed at the stone swords and said calmly: "Watch carefully!"
After finishing speaking, Huang Wushuang stood up, kicked off his feet, and landed lightly beside the stone sword. His slender hands reached out from his sleeves and gently grasped the hilt of the stone sword.
Raising his right hand slightly, the stone sword was instantly unsheathed. Huang Wushuang held the stone sword with one hand and turned his back to Ye Chen and others: "Watch it!"
Before he could finish his words, Huang Wushuang's figure shot out and leaped towards Bitan. The stone sword in his hand stabbed out instantly. The power contained in this sword made the surrounding air explode.
Under Huang Wushuang's control, the stone sword struck hard at a snow lotus.
This sword was enough to split mountains and cut rocks, but a strange scene appeared. Under this powerful sword, the snow lotus remained the same, with only the petals moving slightly.
In the astonished eyes of Ye Chen and others, the thick sword blade of the stone sword was very gentle and passed through the petals. At this moment, Ye Chen and others had a strange feeling. The stone sword was as gentle as caressing.
Like your own lover.
The stone sword fell, and its sharp sound of breaking the wind also dissipated. She stopped, Huang Wushuang turned around and looked at the people with astonished faces, and said lightly: "Can you see clearly?"
Hearing this, several people nodded and then shook their heads.
Seeing this, Huang Wushuang turned around, his body shook again, and he struck out with an extremely sharp sword again.
The previous scene reappeared in front of Ye Chen and the others. The terrifying stone sword became light and fluttering in just an instant, and it sliced gently across the petals.
Raising his head, Huang Wushuang raised his sword finger slightly, pointed at the stone sword inserted next to Bitan, and said lightly: "Come and try it!"
Hearing this, Ye Chen and others walked towards a stone sword and held the thick hilt, feeling a chill coming from the hilt.
The true energy emerged from the palm of his hand, and as soon as it appeared, it was absorbed by the stone sword. Seeing this, Ye Chen secretly said: "It's the same as the stone sword during the review!"
Yue Wuxie and others also noticed the strangeness of the stone sword, and they all looked at Huang Wushuang with strange eyes.
Raising his sword, Huang Wushuang pointed at the snow lotus in front of them and said: "Use the swords in your hands to chop the snow lotus, be careful not to hurt the snow lotus at all!"
Hearing this, several people looked at the blooming snow lotus in the Bitan in a strange way. Against the backdrop of the surrounding Bitan, the snow lotus looked particularly beautiful.
Raising his head, Ye Chen looked at the snow lotus with the same deep meaning, raised his sword, and stabbed out the stone sword in his hand instantly, and the terrifying force immediately exploded.
Whistling, the sword whistled. The moment the sword tip was about to touch the petals, Ye Chen's right hand stopped, and the sword force suddenly changed. The sword tip seemed to gently slide across the petals, but even so, the petals
The petals were still cut off.
Seeing this, Yue Wuxie and others were startled, and immediately, several people chopped out the stone swords in their hands.
The heavy sword has no peaks, but each sword contains extremely terrifying power. Under the helpless gazes of Yue Wuxie and others, those snow lotuses instantly turned into flower mud and scattered in the Bitan.
This comparison shows the difference. Although Ye Chen cannot reach the level of Huang Wushuang, he is obviously much stronger than Yue Wuxie and others.
Seeing this, Huang Wushuang shook his head slightly and smiled lightly: "The sword is to a certain extent a part of the swordsman's body. If you can't even control the strength of your body, how can you wield the sword freely?"
Having said this, Huang Wushuang cast his eyes on Ye Chen and chuckled: "The heavy sword has no peaks, and the great skill has no workmanship. Although you understand this sentence and even manage to do this, you are still a little far behind compared to Dacheng."
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With just one glance, Huang Wushuang pointed out Ye Chen's shortcomings. This was the gap in vision.
Huang Wushuang swung it casually, and the stone sword shot out from his hand, and finally hit the snow. Huang Wushuang stood up, and his figure levitated away again, turning into a stream of light and shooting toward the peak of Luoxia Peak.
In the cold mountain wind, Huang Wushuang's chuckle floated out: "After seven days, I hope you can make some progress!"