a ruthless swordsman

180.

Naturally, the follow-up was that the third senior brother left from Zangshu Pavilion and returned to Jianya for retreat.

Eldest brother stopped his sister-in-law on the way. Although she came back, life is not peaceful.He simply took a few disciples to some kind of martial arts competition on behalf of Jianzong. He was out of sight and out of mind, and he would return about a year ago.

My father is free, and often walks over to give advice when Xie Ling and I are practicing swords.

He didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and he would sit by the side peeling peanuts and eat them day after day. While eating, he would often come up with the idea of ​​asking me to do a few tricks with Xie Ling.

Usually, he doesn't come here, and we both fight each other from time to time.

I always firmly believed that the third senior brother hadn't lied to me before, and I became more and more confident in my sword moves, and I didn't have the slightest fear when confronting Xie Ling.

I don't know if Xie Ling let me do it on purpose, or if I am really improving. At first, Xie Ling was able to hang me up and down eighteen times, and after a year, there were gradually victories and losses.

Of course, I mostly lose.

In the past two months, I had a vague feeling that I could dismantle most of Xie Ling's moves.

Xie Ling fought steadily, with awe-inspiring sword aura. When he made a move, the sword edge had not yet arrived, but the sword aura had already taken a step ahead.The skills he practiced in his mind are the basis for his sword moves. No matter what kind of sword skills he teaches, he can integrate them into the Xuehong Sword.

Although his sword is not a magical weapon, it is still indispensable.

What is the purpose of forging a sword?

The purpose is to cast a most desirable weapon for the swordsman.

The eldest brother has the Qingyu sword, the third brother has the Taisu sword, and the fourth brother has the Xuehong sword.

but me,

So far no sword of his own.

The Ruthless Sword Sect has no shortage of weapons, I still occasionally take out a wooden sword from the warehouse, for no other reason, just because I am familiar with it.

It's not going to happen today.

My father casually threw a sword to me, put two peanuts into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Go, go and compete with your fourth senior brother."

It's like a joke.

But I knew he wanted me to compete formally with Xie Ling.

181.

I took the sword.

The cold wind blows through the leaves in the dense forest, Xie Ling turned to my father's direction: "Master, you can also exchange a sword for me. It would be somewhat unfair to fight with a sword that I don't have."

My father nodded and said nonchalantly, "It's up to you."

Xie Ling tied his hairband tightly, and smiled at me with his sword: "Axue, you go first."

In fact, I don't really like this kind of weird atmosphere, and I insist on creating a so-called sense of ritual through the discussion between the brothers and sisters.

But my dad likes it.

That's all, just listen to him.

I licked the corners of my lips at Xie Ling, and the long sword came out of the scabbard and stabbed him in the face.

Xie Ling staggered his steps, leaped into the air, his movements were light and fast, he stepped on the stone pile beside him, and avoided the sword.His reflexes are among the best among the younger generation, and it is not uncommon to avoid this rampant sword.

"Axue, why are you so reckless today?"

It's not reckless, but to test your state.

Naturally I wouldn't say this out loud, and immediately drew out several swords, pressing every step of the way, and taught Xie Ling to retreat and retreat, while blocking the sword's edge that was coming with light, while busy dismantling the fancy tricks.

He has not used his internal strength. In other words, it is his sword and me that are fighting, not the two people holding the sword.

Xie Ling finally showed his earnest energy, no longer wasting his moves, and dexterously got out, tapped the wall with his toes, and flew up to the beam like a swallow.

He stood still on the eaves, raised his sword and jumped down, the sword energy came first, if I missed him, the sword energy still cut through the thin quilt.

The long sword was sent out again, Xie Ling's moves were complicated, coming in like a storm, his moves avoided the vital points, but they were unstoppable.

Xie Ling's sword skills are far faster than mine. We both come from the same clan, and although we are not good at the same kind of swordsmanship, we can understand each other more or less.He also didn't know how to restrain himself when using the sword, and he used dazzling moves in an instant, trying to firmly hold the initiative.

The blade was full of internal energy, like flying flowers and falling leaves, it swayed in mid-air, the two swords collided, my internal energy was exhausted, the long sword in my hand caused Xie Ling's internal energy to vibrate, and cut off half of the blade.

The tip of the sword flew into the wall with a clang, like thunder, shaking off the leaves on the ground.

When the long swords met, I forcibly took down Xie Ling's sword, which actually damaged the weapon in my hand.

Taking advantage of the victory, Xie Ling went after me, backhanded straight in front of me, and said with a light smile, "Axue, if the condition is not good, we can compete another day!"

"No need."

The broken sword was hanging on the side of Xie Ling's neck, slightly bloodshot.

"Close hand!"

My father stopped sharply.

Xie Ling's face froze with astonishment, and he blurted out in surprise, "...I lost?"

My father didn't raise his eyelids, and didn't speak out about the outcome of the competition. He glanced sideways at me and said calmly, "Xuechu, clean up your senior brother's wounds, and then go to receive the punishment yourself."

There are so many rules in the Ruthless Sword Sect, one of which is that disciples of the sect should not hurt their fellow sects when exercising.

Xie Ling's neck taught me to cut blood, which is a real taboo.

I bowed my head and said, "Yes."

182.

Xie Ling and I stood where we were, watching my father gradually walk away, before we went to the nearest yard to rest.

Xie Ling still couldn't figure it out, and he hadn't opened his mouth since he was in the courtyard.What he cares about is not that I hurt him, but how the broken sword is faster than him.

I rummaged through the cabinets and pulled out the powder, told him to sit still, and gently sprinkled the medicine on the small wound on the side of his neck while holding the medicine bottle.

"Hiss—" Xie Ling throbbed in pain, he had never been able to bear the pain, and he would never bear it if he could moan.

He grabbed my wrist, grabbed the medicine bottle with a serious face, raised his face and asked: "Axue, what move did you use just now, I thought about it for a long time, it seems to be an ordinary move, but it doesn't seem to be so. "

What do I say.

Sword moves are of course the most common sword moves, ordinary moves that can be used by a seven or eight-year-old disciple in the yard.

But the key point has never been in moves and light work.

Xie Ling has learned more moves than I know.

With my crappy qinggong, it's hard enough to catch up with him.

The gap in internal strength in the past ten or so years cannot be caught up overnight, even though I have worked a hundred times harder than others in the past two or three years, Xie Ling will not just let go and lie down and wait for me to catch up.

You can't fight hard, you can only outsmart.

When fighting against different people, it is natural to find different flaws.

In the past few years, Xie Ling has been in contact with me the most, and I know his sword-handling habits very well.

Xie Ling's weapons are just weapons.

No matter whether it is given a name or cherished, the master's every move will show his kung fu, and no matter how much internal energy is poured into the sword, it will still be a dead thing.

How can a dead thing be compared with a living thing.

He broke my sword, logically thinking that I had no power to fight back.

He fought with the same sword from beginning to end, but I never regarded the sword in my hand as the only weapon from beginning to end.

A broken sword is also a sword, and every plant and tree can be a sword. In the hands of a swordsman, one should not be constrained by form.

Although the sword has been broken into two parts, Xie Ling misread the opponent he was competing with. The one that is faster than his sword is not the broken sword in my hand, but me.

Whether the sword is there or not, I am always there.

183.

This is very mysterious.

Pretending to be the most deadly in front of seniors.

Xie Ling seemed to understand.

But it doesn't matter if he understands or not.

I'm going to kneel again at the ancestral hall.

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well!In fact, I have already written three episodes from the perspective of attack (. Wait, I don’t write any extra episodes along the plot... By the way, I want to ask Da Karma how he likes his three sons (?), the previous comment area is basically All three senior brothers are one-sided, can you find the third little Xie mother?