Martial arts world explorer

Chapter 27 Swordsmanship
Both Lin Xuan and Linghu Chong were rare and handsome characters in the world. At this time, they attacked each other with swords and swords. The moves seemed ordinary, but all the people watching the battle were amazed.

The two confront each other with a hundred moves, each move is an attack, and each move is an actual move. Some moves look no different from hacking and stabbing, but even Feng Qingyang stroked his beard in satisfaction.

Zuo Lengchan had a cold expression on his face, he already had a plan against Feng Qingyang, but so what, Linghu Chong is very talented, young and vigorous, at least he has a lifespan of 50 years, with him alone, within 50 years, Huashan will be worry-free.

In 50 years, who knows what Huashan will develop into.

Yue Buqun had a smile on his face, he seemed to be satisfied with his disciple's strength, but he shouted MMP in his heart, he knew that Feng Qingyang still had this kind of divine sword, what would he do with the evil sword manual?Feng Qingyang looked down on him, but Linghu Chong was brought up by himself, how could Linghu Chong refuse when his master asked.

If Lin Xuan knew what Yue Buqun was thinking, he could only sneer in disdain. With Yue Buqun's talent, what if he got the Dugu Nine Swords.

To make the Dugu Nine Swords, in addition to being proficient in sword art and swordsmanship, a large part of it depends on the spiritual understanding of the swordsman. Once it reaches the realm of free and unregulated, the more intelligent the swordsman is, the better the swordsmanship will be. The higher the level, the more the swords are played, as if a great poet was inspired and wrote a good poem.

Linghu Chong has a natural and unrestrained personality, unrestrained, and outstanding understanding, which is most suitable for performing Dugu Nine Swords.

Although Yue Buqun's kung fu is profound, but he is restrained by the thoughts of Qizong, so he can't do it so freely and freely. In his hands, the Dugu Nine Swords are not as powerful as Huashan's swordsmanship.

Seeing the fierce fight between Lin Xuan and Linghu Chong, Die Wu couldn't help but feel a little worried. The people here are basically the experts of the Wuyue Sword Sect. Once Lin Xuan loses, Linghu Chong will kill him, or Lin Xuan wins but suffers serious hand injuries. It's all wrong to get Linghu Chong.

She wants to help, but she is a beginner in martial arts, and she is no match for Linghu Chong's three swords, so how can she intervene.

The more I thought about it, the more anxious I was, my hand unnaturally grabbed the corner of my clothes, but I just caught the jade flute that I was carrying with me. With a thought, thinking of Lin Xuan's personal hobby, I picked up the jade flute and played it gently by my mouth.

Lin Xuan likes to listen to Die Wu playing the jade flute, practice martial arts in the sound of the flute, or think about things, when the melodious sound of the flute comes, Lin Xuan seems to hear the protagonist of the BGM, as if he has been beaten with chicken blood, the moves become smoother and the speed is faster for improvement.

In a short period of time, Lin Xuan has found many loopholes, and the speed has been gradually stimulated, so there is no need to hold back.

The more Linghu Chong fought, the more excited he was. The Huashan sword technique and the Dugu Nine Swords were used together. This move had Feng Laiyi, but after half a move, it turned into an ancient cypress, stabbed in front of Lin Xuan, and turned into a white rainbow piercing the sun. .

The number of moves changed, it seemed to be a move, but in reality it was almost useless. There were traces of ax and chisel in the sword technique yesterday, but today it was half gone, leaving only the extremely pure sword intent.

Fighting against two hundred moves, Linghu Chong understood more and more of the subtle moves in "Dugu Nine Swords". No matter how sharp and swift Lin Xuan's sword attack was, he could always see the flaws in the moves at a glance.

At this moment, Linghu Chong only had one move, and this move was ever-changing, enough to evolve into any brilliant move. Basically, everyone watching the battle was a master of swordsmanship, but this kind of swordsmanship, let alone seen, had never been heard of.

Linghu Chong is formidable, Lin Xuan is even more formidable.

The body is like catkins, changing endlessly, sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west, and the moves also evolved from complicated and changeable moves to one move. Linghu Chong had no choice but to change his moves, but if he was slow in one move, he would definitely lose.

After fighting to 240 seven strokes, Lin Xuan was the first to wake up. With a horizontal stroke of the wooden knife, Linghu Chong was puzzled and thrust out a sword. Lin Xuan caught Linghu Chong's sword with his right hand, flicked his left hand lightly, and hit the sword spine on time. .

Although the wooden knives and swords used by the two are made of high-quality red pine wood, they are extremely tough, but they have long been unable to support such a fight, and the inner structure is damaged in many places. Into several knots.

"Huashan's swordsmanship is superb, and Lin admires it very much. I hope Brother Linghu doesn't blame that trick just now."

Linghu Chong was open-minded and didn't care about this, he said with a smile: "Brother Lin was joking, in martial arts competitions, one should use all kinds of methods at will, so why do you use tricks?"

After complimenting each other a few words, the two went back separately and fought for more than two hundred moves. Both of them sweated a lot, and when the mountain wind blew, they felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Lin Xuan's reputation is getting bigger and bigger, no one dares to neglect, back to the residence, the hot tub has been prepared, Die Wu skillfully changed Lin Xuan's clothes, and waited for Lin Xuan to take a bath.

These days, Die Wu has practiced the Nine Yin God Claw, and although she has not achieved much, her finger strength is much stronger, and the massage is quite comfortable.

Feeling a pair of tender little hands massage the shoulders and arms inch by inch, soothing the blood and relaxing the muscles, Lin Xuan yawned comfortably, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was already noon. After lunch, Lin Xuan didn't go to Linghu Chong for a sword competition, but closed his eyes and thought about the understanding of this battle, especially the weakness of being attacked by Linghu Chong, which was the most important thing.

When encountering something that he didn't understand, he kept thinking about it until he fully understood the harvest of this battle, then he went to visit Feng Qingyang and ask Feng Qingyang for various questions.

Feng Qingyang had a good impression of Lin Xuan, and he also needed Lin Xuan's "grindstone". He did not cherish his broom, answered all of Lin Xuan's questions, and pointed out some flaws that Lin Xuan hadn't noticed by the way.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning, Lin Xuan and Linghu Chong continued to compete. This time, the most people watching the battle were the disciples of the younger generation, but the elders who were in charge were not interested in coming. The blow was too great and they didn't want to come.

Lin Xuan made great progress, and Linghu Chong made even more progress. The two faced off again with swords and swords. After fighting for [-] moves in a row, Lin Xuan won with speed.

This continued for several days, until the day before Linghu Chong got married, the two were still competing in martial arts, but this time, they fought 330 six moves, and Lin Xuan lost by one move.

Since then, Linghu Chong's No.1 name in the younger generation has been confirmed.

After several days of fighting, the relationship between the two became better and better. In their spare time, Yu Huashan peaked, Die Wu played music, Lin Xuan sang, Linghu Chong danced sword, and Yue Lingshan brought food and wine.

"Brother Lin, I once met two seniors. One of the two seniors was good at playing the qin, and the other was good at playing the flute. They became close friends and wrote music together.

It's a pity that the two seniors met a catastrophe and passed away at the same time. When the two seniors were dying, they entrusted this song to me, and asked me to visit the successor, so as not to make this song obsolete.

Linghu Chong is a rough man who doesn't know how to play the qin, so he wants to ask Miss Diewu to try it out, and if he can, he will give it to Miss Diewu. "

(End of this chapter)