"Please tell me, what's wrong with my swordsmanship?"
The person standing in front of Han Muye was the young man who had practiced swordsmanship before and was told by Han Muye that his swordsmanship was wrong.
At this time, he stood ten feet in front of Han Muye, his eyes were red, his teeth were clenched, and his hand was firmly pressed on the hilt of the sword, as if Han Muye would not draw his sword clearly.
Lu Qingping moved and stood in front of Han Muye.
In Zhen Ling Bao's shop, those people crowded around the window sill at the door and quietly stretched out their heads.
Watch.
"Senior Sister Lu, let me do it."
Han Muye spoke calmly and then stepped forward.
Lu Qingping put her hand on the hilt of the sword and looked at the young man in front of her warily. If this man dared to make any move, she would definitely draw the sword immediately.
Han Muye stood five feet in front of the young man in black, then stretched out his hand and said: "Bring the sword."
sword?
Hand it over?
The young man's complexion changed, and the expression on his face changed.
For a swordsman, the sword in his hand is his life.
To hand the sword into the hands of others is to give one's life into the hands of outsiders.
"Okay, don't try to trick me." The young man lowered his face and slowly handed over the sword in his hand.
Han Muye reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword.
"Canglang——"
The long sword is unsheathed.
This sword is very light, and there are many signs of damage on the thin sword body.
Holding the hilt of the sword, a picture flashed in Han Muye's mind.
Orphan, adopted by the swordsman.
Practice swordsmanship and gain inheritance.
It's a pity that before the swordsman inheritance was completed, he was intercepted and killed.
The young man escaped with his life and only wanted revenge.
With his incomplete swordsmanship, not only was he unable to kill his enemies, he was even constantly being hunted down.
Fortunately, he had some adventures recently and found some treasures. He thought that by changing to a long sword, his combat power could be improved.
This is the normal state of casual practice in the spiritual world.
There are as many people as dust in the world, and those who can step into the world of spiritual practice are already lucky.
Those who can worship in the sect, receive the protection of the sect, and practice without worries are probably the blessings gained through ten lifetimes of cultivation.
After seeing the memory contained in the sword in his hand, Han Muye realized that the swordsmanship Feihua mastered by the young man in front of him was not complete.
It was not as complete as the sword moves he had deduced based on his full-level understanding, and its lethality was far from enough.
Holding the long sword in his hand, Han Muye turned his head.
On his body, the shadows of two pale red iron bulls appeared.
He raised his sword and slashed it straight to his side.
"what are you doing--"
The young man in black panicked and roared, but his body was blocked by the light of Lu Qingping's sword stabbing him diagonally. He could only watch helplessly as his sword was severely slashed on the stone steps by Han Muye.
"when--"
A piece of rubble was ripped out of the stone steps, and the long sword was broken into two pieces.
After striking out the sword, Han Muye stretched out his hand and threw the one-foot-long broken sword in his hand towards the young man in black.
The young man in black with red eyes reached out to grab the broken sword and rushed towards Han Muye.
However, Lu Qingping's sword light would not give him the chance to hurt Han Muye. The sword light rolled up and blocked him.
"Get out of the way!"
The young man roared and struck Lu Qingping with his broken sword.
Just when the sword was struck, he remembered that the sword was broken.
Subconsciously, he made a move with his foot, getting two feet closer to Lu Qingping's side, and then stabbed out with the broken sword again.
An inch short, an inch dangerous!
With a close thrust, Lu Qingping's long sword would definitely be able to pierce the young man in black if he picked it up.
But the sword of the young man in black can also remove Lu Qingping's arm.
Lu Qingping frowned and took a step back.
The figure of the young man in black followed him, not leaving her even an inch. His hand cut off the sword and made an arc, wiping it towards Lu Qingping's neck.
"His next strike will turn left."
Just when Lu Qingping was about to use her sword to resist, Han Muye suddenly spoke up.
Lu Qingping did not hesitate and drew her long sword to the left side of her body.
At this time, the young man in black really moved, floated out from the left side of Lu Qingping, and handed out a sword again.
"With the next sword, pay attention to the three-point sweep under the ribs."
"behind."
"This sword is empty."
…
Han Muye spoke calmly, and Lu Qingping followed the sword, calmly resisting the attack of the young man in black, with light steps and smooth movements.
But at this time, the attention of everyone around was not on Lu Qingping, nor on Han Muye.
Everyone looked at the young man in black whose sword light was like a shooting star and whose figure was like a butterfly wearing flowers.
His broken sword, which was only over a foot long, was strange and agile, his figure was erratic, and every sword was hung with antelope horns, as bright as the stars.
A casual cultivator held down a sect disciple with a broken sword.
This scene is really incredible.
"Why do I feel that this Broken Sword is the most suitable for this guy..." In the Zhenling Treasure Shop, the shopkeeper with half his head sticking out murmured.
Everyone else around him nodded silently.
This broken sword is actually very suitable for the swordsmanship of the young man in black.
"With the next strike, he will throw the sword and spin. This is the ultimate move of this swordsmanship." Han Muye suddenly shouted loudly.
Lu Qingping took a step back after hearing the sound, the spiritual energy around her body turned into a screen of light, and the green sword energy floated on the long sword in her hand.
Condensation period.
A few feet away, a young man in black was holding a broken sword in his hand, with a look of pain on his face.
He had seen the move Han Muye mentioned before, but could not perform it.
Because he didn't grasp the essence.
His arms trembled and he looked up at Han Muye.
"You, why do you know this..."
"You, you know my adoptive father?"
Han Muye shook his head and said softly: "Your swordsmanship shouldn't be so dangerous, but more agile and light."
"As for the last move, you can use it when you trust your sword."
After Han Muye finished speaking, he walked straight forward.
Lu Qingping sheathed her long sword and followed behind him.
The face of the young man in black kept twitching, and he suddenly turned around and looked at Han Muye's back: "I'm Tang Yunhao, senior brother, can you tell me your name?"
Han Muye waved his hands and left.
"Is this the inner disciple of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect?" In front of the shop, an old man with gray hair looked into the distance with a sigh on his face.
"This is the great sect of Xijiang..."
"As expected of being the third of the four major sword sects in Western Xinjiang, a mere disciple of the inner sect can actually have such a method, it's amazing, amazing."
In front of the Zhen Ling Bao Shop, various discussions were slowly coming to a head.
The power of the Nine Mysterious Sword Sect was once again displayed in front of everyone.
Tang Yunhao held the broken sword in his hand, lowered his head, walked through the crowd in a few steps, and disappeared into the market.
"Well, Shopkeeper He, I want that Japanese style sword that Brother Jiuxuan Jianmen just commented on."
"Qingxue Sword, how many spiritual stones are you selling it for? Tell me the real price. That senior brother has already said that this sword is too brittle."
In Zhen Ling Bao Shop, several practitioners gathered around the shopkeeper, making the shopkeeper lose three points of fat on his face.
This business is a big hit today.
…
At this time, Han Muye, who had already reached the entrance of Fangshi, suddenly stopped and turned towards a roadside stall.
There are several swords and weapons placed there.
"How can I sell this sword?" Han Muye pointed at a sword less than three feet tall.
"Fellow Taoist has a keen eye. I just received this sword yesterday. It cost a thousand spiritual stones in total. If you like it, I will—"
Before the old man in black robe who sold the sword finished speaking, Han Muye had already placed eleven middle-grade spiritual stones on the stall, then grabbed the long sword, turned to look at Lu Qingping and said, "Senior Sister Lu, let's go back."
Although Lu Qingping was curious as to why Han Muye bought a sword from a roadside stall, she didn't ask any more questions, nodded and walked outside Fangshi.
After finding the carriage, they turned around Jiuxuan Mountain much faster than when they came.
Half an hour later, Jiuxuan Sword Gate was already in sight.
"call out--"
In the sky, streams of light streaked across the sky, shining like stars, illuminating the sky.
Yujian soared into the air.
"The Jiuxuan Sword Sect conquered the Three Qin Sword Sect, and the elder Wan Jian, the ancestor of Keqing, killed Wang Liang, the elder of the Three Qin Sword Sect, with one sword, and took the spiritual weapon and sword and returned to the sect——"
"The Jiuxuan Sword Sect conquered the Three Qin Sword Sect, the Sword Battle Hall destroyed the Nanyuan branch of the Three Qin Sword Sect, and captured six semi-spiritual swords and returned them to the Sword Pavilion——"