"Thank you so much, Taoist Master He, for your generous advice last time. Blessings and Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!"
Zhang Wenfeng cupped his fists and returned the favor to express his gratitude. He did not expect that He Guangjun, who had a weird temperament, would test him in this way.
People should not be judged by their appearance, and the arrogant guy becomes insidious and equally shameless.
He Guangjun's eyes brightened, and he extended the invitation with his characteristic dry smile: "It's not necessary to express gratitude verbally, why don't we learn some sword skills!"
Taoist priest Mo immediately took a look at the tall and tall strange Taoist priest with great interest.
It is a common thing for Madman He to find someone to spar with others. Throughout the year, he either spars with others or is on the way to spar with each other, regardless of his or her level of cultivation. However, there are only a handful of people who can explain the "swordsmanship" of the sparring.
Zhang Wenfeng looked at the guy across from him who even invited a sparring session with such unique words. Then he thought about it. He would not suffer any loss, and there was no profit involved. He won or lost. It didn't matter to him. Maybe he could learn one or two exquisite sword skills. He said seriously.
: "It is better to obey orders than to be respectful. Let's learn three moves like last time. Master He, please lower your cultivation level to be like me. I can use any method..."
He never likes to be vague when doing things, and he always negotiates the terms first.
Even if he doesn't care about winning or losing, he won't do anything where he is obviously at a disadvantage and has been cheated. The opponent's cultivation level is too much higher than his own.
"Discuss sword skills, everything else is the same as last time."
He Guangjun emphasized that he was happy to see the hunter.
Zhang Wenfeng nodded, secretly admiring this guy's sharp vision. He didn't know what method he used, but just by testing it, he could tell that his swordsmanship had greatly improved.
"The place here is big enough, please ask Brother Mo to be a witness!"
He Guangjun said to himself, then pulled out the silver sword from behind, staring closely at Zhang Wenfeng who pulled away and drew the sword. This time, he did not rush to attack, but began to gather momentum.
The others stepped back on the snow, and Wu Qianping sent a message to warn: "Brother Zhang, be careful and protect yourself!"
The men in each room heard the masters competing with each other in sword fighting, and flocked out to the corridor to watch.
The two people in the field were in almost the same posture, raising their swords flatly, with the sword tip pointed forward, and the brilliance of the sword body was not visible.
Neither of them wasted Yuan Qi in advance. They both stood half-way, looking casual and natural.
The blade of the sword remained motionless, with the slightest breeze pulling it towards the tip.
"Okay, you learned well!"
He Guangjun gave a dry compliment, stepped lightly on the snow with his left toe, and suddenly shot out like an arrow. The tip of the silver sword pierced the air, leaving a circle of turbulent afterimages. He moved very quickly, and he was the first to attack.
Zhang Wenfeng remained motionless, took a step back, twisted his wrist, and turned the sword over.
"Ding-dang" there was a sound of intensive fighting. Two figures advanced and retreated, retreating seven or eight feet from the middle of the field. The strong wind stirred up snowflakes. One attacked quickly, the other retreated decisively. Two sword shadows
Straight lines intertwined and collided constantly.
Zhang Wenfeng silently recited scriptures to purify his mind, and in the face of strong pressure, he raised his perception to the extreme.
The sword and hand feel almost integrated.
When the mind is calm, the hand control of the sword becomes more and more subtle, and the wrist is swung in a small range. The sword is like a snake, moving and following the shape.
In a short period of time, he slightly changed his moves and struck countless times to block the opponent's attacks.
However, he couldn't get rid of the opponent's simple and domineering flat thrust.
He Guangjun's sword style was slightly faster than his. The sword edge moved slightly up, down, left and right to resolve his resistance, and every step was stuck in his rhythm. He was fighting for the lead step by step, and his sword was in the lead, which made him extraordinarily special.
Feeling aggrieved and uncomfortable, I had to continue to retreat.
For the first time, he realized firsthand the importance of sword cultivators competing to gain the upper hand.
He was suppressed very passively, and the sword in his hands failed repeatedly, which also aroused his desire to win.
Seeing that he was about to slide back to the edge of the field, and that there was no way to retreat, he immediately took advantage of the opportunity to retreat with his sword. The sword swung like a snake to break away from the entanglement, and then suddenly stepped forward and stabbed forward. He used
"Flying style" changes.
The sword light blooms brilliantly, and in the middle is a one-hit kill, majestic, and full of wonders in the middle.
"good!"
He Guangjun's eyes sparkled, and he stabbed him with his sword.
The two swords struck each other, and there was a "clang" sound, and the sword tips were stuck in the air.
The power concentrated on a single impact and exploded. Their clothes rustled, their hair flew, and the snow on the ground nearby shattered into powder, swirling outwards.
Zhang Wenfeng felt happy when he saw that the new usage of Feihua style he had figured out could compete with He Guangjun, and they were evenly matched. He had only recently understood the "hand-in-hand" realm of swordsmanship, so he was very satisfied with this result.
Already.
After about a breath, a huge impact came from the tip of the sword.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Wenfeng could no longer resist and his feet slid backwards, and the flying trick was abandoned halfway.
He Guangjun paused, yelled "The third move is coming", and lunged forward.
The sword changed suddenly as it stabbed, and the shadow of the sword whirled, covering a six-foot-long area. It was impossible to distinguish the true from the true. The sword wind was like cutting, and the momentum was rolling in the direction of Zhang Wenfeng, who was repulsed.
Daoist Priest Mo knew that Madman He was an expert in swordsmanship, but this was the first time he had seen such power, so he shouted: "Don't do this nonsense!"
That young Taoist priest was asked by the senior officials of Xuanyun Temple and Dengtian Tower.
He has made many meritorious deeds in a short period of time, and the head of Daolu Branch of Yuanyang County has noticed it.
He made the secret in his hand, and a dense air gathered between his fingers.
No matter what, we can't let crazy He, who is neither serious nor serious, hurt Zhang Guanzhu, who is waiting to use his magic skills to rescue him.
A scream was heard.
Dots of green light in the air suddenly turned into countless green wood thorns, shooting at He Guangjun from three directions. They were densely packed and unknown, and rolled up snow foam on the ground to collide with the shadow of the sword.
Daochang Mo's eyes showed surprise, and he underestimated Zhang Guanzhu, who was in trouble.
Although this level of spell counterattack cannot deal with He Guangjun in the Jianwei realm, it can cause He Guangjun a little trouble and give him a chance to breathe. By then, the three moves have been passed, and the competition will naturally end.
What a great opportunity to become an exquisite mind!
Zhang Wenfeng would not be so rigid and must use swordsmanship to compete with the opponent. Since the opponent obviously did not use the strength of the late stage Huaqi Realm, so why did he use his magical power in a small way?
His left foot had already reached the stone steps at the edge of the field, and there was no way he could retreat.
Faced with an aggressive sword that he could not resist, he used the magical power of "A Thousand Turns and a Thousand Returns Curse" to fight back.
Amidst the urgent sound of "ding ding ding", Zhang Wenfeng retreated to Taoist Mo. With a wave of his sleeves, the first wave of remaining green thorns disappeared, and there were two more waves that did not need to be used. He smiled and said: "He Daochang is a master of swordsmanship.
, I am ashamed of myself and would rather admit defeat!"
He Guangjun was also a strange guy, but he asked: "Did you see clearly?"
Zhang Wenfeng thought for a while and nodded: "I can see a rough idea. It's too fast, and the sword light wanders erratically. Daozhang He, what you just used was the second level of sword cultivation, 'Integration with the Body'?"
He saw a vague sword light from the rolling sword force, which appeared and disappeared in the waves of sword shadows, leaving no trace to be found.
It was precisely because he was unable to resist that he used his magical powers to resolve it.
When He Guangjun heard the word "wandering", he knew that the other party had really seen it.
A signature dry smile appeared on his face, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said: "It's still a little bit close, I've touched a little edge, but unfortunately I haven't been able to break through." This is the reason why he is looking for people to compete with each other, hoping to break through the situation with a fight and close the sword.
: "It would be great if you concentrated on swordsmanship. Your swordsmanship talent is quite good."
This was the second time he praised Zhang Guanzhu's swordsmanship talent.
It's a pity that it's hard to find an opponent.
No matter how advanced a Taoist guy is, he wouldn't even bother to spend more words.