Before approaching the square, Ye Shaohan heard several sharp sword whistles. Looking up, he saw several young figures flying in the square, and the swords in his hands 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 Shaohan felt their respective emotions.
Stopping his body, Ye Shaohan's eyes fell on Yue Wuxie's sword. In the sword after sword, Ye Shaohan felt a sense of hatred, an inexplicable hatred.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this hatred that Yue Wuxie's every sword strike was so sharp. Seeing this, Ye Shaohan 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 in his heart was endless, and only the sword in his hand could vent the hatred in his heart.
His eyes moved slightly, and Ye Shaohan quietly watched Yue Wuxie and the others dancing their swords. After a few moments, Ye Shaohan 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 Shaoping's skills."
A set of sword skills!"
In the Royal Academy, although Ye Shaohan felt that the cultivation of those members was good, their cultivation was mostly improved with elixirs, and the Sword God Sect was the gathering place for geniuses. They were definitely not geniuses from the Falling Rain Country, but
The genius of the Martial God Continent.
With a slight sigh, Ye Shaohan said to himself: "No wonder those big sects can stand for thousands of years. 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 Shaohan jumped down beside Yue Wuxie and the others, stood up, and Ye Shaohan also danced with the sword.
Bathed in the morning sun, Ye Shaohan'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 Shaohan and others opened their eyes one after another. Huang Shaoping's tall figure appeared in front of Ye Shaohan and others. Seeing this, Huang Shaoping smiled lightly, held his sword, and jumped into the clouds again.
Raise your sword.
If at first Huang Shaoping's sword incorporated emotions into it, in the end, its sword power became extremely dull.
It is still a set of extremely simple sword techniques, but Huang Shaoping gave this sword technique a different flavor.
If Huang Shaoping'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 Shaoping's figure holding a sword emerged in the sight of Ye Shaohan and others.
Looking at that figure, Ye Shaohan and others were startled. How could such an ordinary sword achieve such terrifying power?
Putting away his sword, the young emperor looked at Ye Shaohan and others calmly and said: "The sharp 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. Once it comes out, it will shake the world!"
Raising his head and looking at the gradually clearing sky, Huang Shaoping murmured softly: "The restrained sword is the most terrifying, no one can detect its sharpness!"
After saying that, Huang Shaoping's feet slightly widened and he jumped towards the top of Luoxia Peak again.
Bowing slightly in the direction Huang Shaoping left, Ye Shaohan and others were lost in thought. Just like before, Ye Shaohan held his sword and walked towards the place where he practiced last night, while Yue Wuxie and others stayed in the square.
Thought.
With his eyes slightly raised, Ye Shaohan looked at the sword in his hand quietly. His eyes were sometimes confused and sometimes clear. After a few breaths, Ye Shaohan stood up and danced the sword again.
Not long after Ye Shaohan 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 green gauze looked at the dancing shadow and sighed softly: "Junior Sister Yuehong 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 Yuehong's crazy practice 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 Yuehong!" The woman in green chuckled, her eyes casually glanced towards 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 Yuehong! We'd better practice hard to avoid being overtaken by other Junior Sisters, which would be a loss of face!" The woman chuckled and left.
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 Mountain, the clouds around the Luoxia Peak are dyed golden red, which makes this scene look somewhat aesthetic.
One sword after another, Ye Shaohan's swordsmanship gradually became dull, as dull as water, without any disturbance.
Night fell again, Ye Shaohan 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 Shaohan also stopped dancing his sword and looked thoughtfully at the sword in his hand.
There is rare moonlight tonight, and the pale moonlight falls on the two figures. Long shadows are drawn out on the snow. In the end, the shadows all fall under the cliff.
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 Shaohan was also sharpening his sword at this moment, with his eyes closed tightly, and he was constantly simulating the sword style in his mind. The image of his sword that captured the city couldn't help but appear in Ye Shaohan's mind.
In the past, Ye Shaohan felt that his One Sword Alluring City was perfect. However, after several days of reflection, Ye Shaohan discovered that his One Sword Alluring City still had some shortcomings.
The mountain wind blew against Ye Shaohan's rather handsome face, and a little dark red color appeared on Ye Shaohan's face, but Ye Shaohan didn't know it at all.
When people grow up and look at those things from childhood, they will realize that some things seem so childish. And after a martial artist'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.
At this moment, Ye Shaohan felt like this. Ye Shaohan closed his eyes tightly and kept simulating sword movements in his mind.
Repeatedly and constantly failing, Ye Shaohan was like a machine, tirelessly trying the sword style.
After a few breaths, Ye Shaohan 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 Shaohan shook his head slightly and murmured to himself: "That's not right!"
Wind and snow, sword light, and human figures have once again become the themes of this world. Ye Shaohan worked tirelessly, his figure flying in the wind, and his sword posture also changing.
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 the same 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 Shaohan's sword intention.
The night slipped quietly through his fingertips. When he closed his eyes and opened them, Ye Shaohan found that the long night had passed. Looking at the sword in his hand with a slightly confused look, Ye Shaohan murmured softly: "Is it another day?
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After getting up, Ye Shaohan subconsciously looked towards Xiyue Peak, where the sword light was still filled and the sky was full of people.
In response, Ye Shaohan 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 Shaoping's two extremely simple sword techniques inspired Ye Shaohan a lot. For a moment, Ye Shaohan was looking forward to the sword techniques Huang Shaoping performed today.
The figure quietly jumped down, Ye Shaohan 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 Shaohan and others woke up from their cultivation and bowed slightly to Huang Shaoping.
As Huang Shaoping himself said: "A teacher is someone who teaches, teaches, and solves doubts!"
What Huang Shaoping did in the past two days can be called a teacher. Therefore, Ye Shaohan and others looked at Huang Shaoping with a little more admiration in their eyes. This was not admiration for the strong.
, but the admiration for the seniors.
With a slight nod, Huang Shaoping turned around, turned his back to Ye Shaohan and the others and said, "Follow me!"
After saying that, Huang Shaoping's figure floated towards the continuous building. Seeing this, Ye Shaohan and others were confused, but they followed Huang Shaoping quietly.