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He watched the double-sword drow accelerate, surrounding him like a ghost, blocking his escape route, and slowly approaching him.

At this time, the long sword of another rapier drow was like thunder and lightning in the dark night, making him use all his strength to dodge every time. Alamir finally understood what his master said before.

"The so-called martial arts means that a fast sword is better than a slow sword, and a fast fist is better than a slow fist..." Yang Guo told him that day in the cave after watching Alamir draw his sword.

Although Yang Zao had already surpassed the "light sword" part and practiced the art of heavy sword and lonely sword intention, it did not prevent him from reaching the same conclusion as Feng Qingyang.

UI!

"But how do you explain Tai Chi??" Alamir asked curiously at that time.

Although Yang Guo had never met Zhang Junbao, a young man who had always harbored evil intentions towards his "little Xiang'er" and wanted to take advantage of that juicy little cabbage, when he heard Alamir's description, a subtle look appeared on his face. smile.

"Draw out the sword twenty thousand times, today!" Ximen Chuixue, who had seen the Wudang Tai Chi sword at some point, looked at Yang Guo and coldly asked Alamir to practice more.

Well, looking at the somewhat sinister Condor Heroes, Alarmir knew that he had once again violated the rule of "doing the sword with sincerity and with no distractions when drawing the sword", so he drew the sword in a good manner and was punished.

After his arms were so sore that he couldn't lift them, Ximen Chuixue, who had seen Wudang swordsmanship, finally said a word coldly.

"Tai Chi Sword, extremely fast!"

Well, looking at the cold-faced Sword Master Ximen, Alamir didn't know what he said wrong.

The next morning, when Alamir quietly carried a few bottles of wine and Yang Guo's favorite honey to the cave, Yang Guo looked like a teachable boy and slowly told some anecdotes.

"In this world, there is a huge gap between the second-rate masters and the first-rate masters. We call it momentum! Even the top second-rate masters will slaughter chickens in front of the first-rate masters who have understood the momentum. It is because they have mastered the momentum. 'Potential'!

.....that little thief's so-called Tai Chi Sword is an extremely powerful martial art known for its power... What you said about its emphasis on gravity is not because it really has no gravity. Gravity, because what it describes is a realm above the first class. "Yang Guo took a sip of honey happily, and wiped the corners of his mouth automatically with his empty sleeves.

No wonder, when I think of the legendary Tai Chi and Tai Chi Sword, they are the martial arts of the Wudang Zhen sect. It turns out that they can only be practiced after becoming a first-class master. It is not what I thought at all. I think of the legendary soft sword in Wudang, Taiyi Xuanmen Sword Capital. The sword was drawn extremely quickly, Alamir suddenly realized.

Listening to Alamir's thoughtful thoughts, Yang Guo felt a little happy that today's honey had a slight taste of Jade Bee Honey. He took a sip of wine and continued:

"Softness is not weakness, it is tolerance, it is collection, it is containment. It is contained and transformed. The so-called Tai Chi uses the weak to defeat the strong and uses softness to overcome the strong. This is why: let the opponent enter his power!

.........Although the Tai Chi sword you mentioned is extremely slow, as long as it is a little faster than the sword entering the Tai Chi sword force, that is enough!Therefore, Brother Ximen said that Tai Chi Sword is extremely fast, and that is why... In my opinion, the little thief Tai Chi Sword Power must have taken advantage of the opponent's strength, and the two qi of yin and yang traveled together, allowing the opponent's sword to enter. It couldn't help but slow down, and it borrowed the opponent's strength to break it with one sword! "

Hearing this, Alamir not only sighed that Yang Guo was worthy of being a senior in the martial arts world, but he also realized the so-called Tai Chi principle of leveraging strength without even saying it himself.

But you call Zhang Sanfeng that little thief, isn't it a bit too much... At that time, Alamir wanted to complain, but he thought that the martial arts in Jin Yong's world are getting weaker as they go up, Yi Tianli is awesome and booming He Zudao is just a top-notch master among the divine eagles. Like Yin Kexi, Yang Guo is also a senior martial artist. If you call him a little thief, Master Sanfeng will not blame him.

Although Alamir felt that Zhang Sanfeng was really no weaker than the original Yang Guo when he was successful, but in order not to be "teased" by him, he was "magnanimous" and regarded it as the self-promotion of an "old-timer" who was drunk and hot.

To be fair, any man who sees a "little sister" who has a crush on him surrounded by a "brat" who is trying to show his affection will naturally not have anything nice to say.

What's more, Yang Guo, who is astonishingly talented and extremely smart, naturally looks down on silly boys like Zhang Junbao... Although the rumors about Zhang Junbao's stupidity were just described to him by the woman in yellow, the successor of the Divine Eagle.

Maybe it was because the wine was too high, or maybe the quality of the honey that day was really good. Yang Guo, who was drinking honey with his wine, was very excited: "Two first-class masters are competing to see who has the stronger power... It can be entered and guided. It is difficult for a master to enter him. This is like playing chess. At this time, you have to lose, lose two of his pieces and one of your own. Slowly stop his entry and plan your own entry. Only then can we win!”

Alamir was fascinated by what he heard. At this moment, he looked at the two drows exuding powerful "power" on the other side, and finally understood where the huge gap between mid-level and low-level was.

I understand all the principles, but now I can’t even touch the door of “power”, so how can I use the “general” tactics you mentioned...

Alamir, who had some slander in his heart, had trouble standing still at this moment, let alone "getting into the situation" - he had a few scars on his body that were deep enough to show the bones, and it was too late to completely force out the poisonous blood, leaving him shaky and had to rely on Against the wall, purple-black blood slowly flowed down his arms and calves, merging with the blood on the ground to form a trail of blood.

If it doesn't work anymore, if you keep fighting, you will definitely die.

Alarmir, who had run out of energy, felt that the sword in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he felt as if a knife was piercing his lungs when he breathed.

Fortunately, the death of the female drow made the two of them desperate to take action. At the same time, their mentality also changed. Although they were still cold, Alamir, as a psychic, was sensitive to this emotion. fluctuation.

Suggestion! !During the battle just now, Alamir kept dropping hints to the two of them, amplifying their fear, trying to make them run away out of fear of being chased and let go of his "little man".

Unexpectedly, this had the opposite effect. Knowing that they had nowhere to escape, they became extremely angry and their murderous intent became more and more intense.

However, their anger has also been amplified, making their attack rhythm a bit messy. Although their attacks are getting faster and faster, and their shots are becoming more and more unrestrained, they are still more invulnerable than before, and they still have opportunities to take advantage of them.

This was just an opportunity. If it hadn't been for the awakening of the Swordsman's Heart and the spiritual training of the Nine Yin Manual, which kept his mind calm, Alamir probably wouldn't have been able to hold on any longer.

It's the next sword.Alamir looked at the two drow who were seven feet away from each other, and both sides had a clear understanding.

The next fight will be the moment to decide the winner.

No matter what, if you die, you will die, just draw your sword!Alamir, whose whole body was sore and unable to muster any strength, thought of this and his eyes brightened again.

Since I don't know how to "enter the trend", I will use my greatest strength to "damage" your trend! !

At the same time, the whirlpool in his sea of ​​consciousness rotated rapidly, and the huge whirlpool was like the roar of the wild sea, making a roar that made his heart palpitate.

An inexplicable force rises from the sea of ​​​​consciousness between the eyebrows, passes through the heart, and enters the lower dantian. Finally, a strange force pours out and returns to the large Tanzhong point in the heart of the middle dantian!

Just like a spring suddenly gushing out of a dry desert, an inexplicable force surged out of his heart, making Alamire feel full of strength.

This is... Alamir himself did not expect that as his thoughts became firm and his desire to fight to the death emerged, a new power would arise in his heart, filling him with strength.

Where the heart is, the soul is also...

As a psychic who distorts reality with powerful psychic power, although Alamir did not make a breakthrough, he suddenly found that his soul had become more solid, as if it had turned into a solid piece of fine steel!

At the same time, under the influence of this powerful willpower or spiritual power, the cells in Alamir's body frantically squeezed out the remaining strength, turning it into pure Qi, filling his whole body again!

bring it on! !With new energy in his body, Alamir jumped up high, and his body began to reveal a glistening cold light.

It was a beautiful thing called moonlight that the creatures in the Underdark had never felt before.

Under the moonlight, as Alamir's body kept squeezing out the last bit of strength, a large amount of steaming white gas began to emit from his body, like white clouds that Drow had never seen before.

Feeling the "dazzling" light, the two evil drow became extremely angry, so they turned into two black ghostly figures. The poisoned swords turned into two lightning bolts like ghostly claws. Rush straight towards Alamire!

Alamir in the "cloud" was neither sad nor happy, and did not even move at all - because he had completely dissolved his life, his soul, and his will into this sword!

White clouds hang high, the moon is hidden in them, a sword comes from the west, and a fairy flies from the sky!

Sword light, rise!