After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

Yan Lin didn't have a sharp blade, so he raised his hand and took off the Floating Glazed Scroll from his waist. The smaller and exquisite picture scroll twirled around in his hand, and the indigo fluorescent light began to dance with the move.

An Jinnian smiled and raised his sword.

The ear-piercing sound of weapons colliding resounded in the venue, and everyone around them focused their attention.

Since the ceremony of accepting apprentices, these two people have been in the limelight, a playboy and an outer disciple.

Although I have always had some speculations about them, I have never really met them. Now it is rare to meet two people in the practice field, and they have to compete with each other.

The opportunity is not lost, they naturally have to take a good look, they want to see whether the two of them are good enough, the position of the last two direct disciples.

I saw the figures of the two people on the field very fast, and within a short while, they had already gone through several moves.

The shape of the Floating Scroll in Yan Lin's hand has not changed, he is using the original appearance to resist every sword light of An Jinnian.

But the man with the sword was very fast, before the upper move was finished, the lower move came immediately, Yan Lin changed his figure, advanced and retreated with speed, and actually used the glaze scroll in his hand to catch all of them one by one.

They couldn't help but nodded again and again, at least they could tell that this young master had a solid foundation in cultivation.

It's not like the dandy waste in the rumors.

On the other hand, holding the Cannian Sword, he used it to block forwards and backwards, but he didn't see the natal essence of the Yunjing School, and only used some basic sword moves, such as blocking, belting, lifting, blocking, and collapsing.

But every falling move has a three-point sword force, which seems simple, but there is no intention of underestimating it.

Between the two of them, although they are very fierce, they leave more room. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the two are holding a tentative heart, and they are not doing their best. They seem to be attacking but are actually defending, as if they are waiting for the opponent to increase their strength to attack. .

An Jinnian narrowed his eyes slightly, and slashed horizontally, and the piercing sword energy turned into a stream of light. Seeing this, Yan Lin turned around to hide, and the sword light hit the barrier with a bang, causing ripples.

An Jinnian put away his offensive, sneered at the corner of his mouth, and said in an unhurried tone: "You and I are fighting with such a half effort, I don't know if we will fight until the year of the monkey, there are many brothers and sisters around, why don't you just fight with all your strength, and the winner will be determined within a hundred moves. how?"

Yan Lin didn't look around, just imitated his appearance, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "Okay, you make the move first."

What you've been waiting for.

In the second life, he fought against An Jinnian several times, knowing that this person likes pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, first he pretended to be serious and used two or three points of strength to scout out the truth and evaluate the opponent.

See how much you can win, how much you can crush, and how much you can beat opponents who lose faith.

In the end, the opponents had no choice but to have their moves broken, their pride shattered, and they collapsed on their knees and surrendered.

But he stood aside, looking down at the other party with his red eyes, with a gentle and innocent smile on his hypocritical face.

If you want him to be serious, you must not only arouse his interest, but more importantly, you must make him lose his patience to torture you.

An Jinnian took a sword flower and said, "Actually, I quite like using swords. However, the Yunjing faction doesn't allow it. I can only transform my soul into the shape of a long sword to comfort my thoughts. Fortunately, this remnant is here now." Hand, I went to the library when I was idle and bored, and found some basic swordsmanship to practice."

As he spoke, he raised his eyes and looked at Yan Lin: "I have thought about some sword moves these days, and today I will take this opportunity to have a good discussion with my junior brother."

The final sound of the word "Jiaxue" is heavy, and the sharpness in the eyes skips, and the next second, the thin lips spit out the two words.

'silent'

Yan Lin swiped back with one foot, ready to fight.

Immediately, without giving Yan Lin any time to react, the white figure swooped towards him like an eagle, several sword lights flashed, and the remnant sword edge stabbed at him from several different angles. Leaving a little space, Yan Lin stepped back on tiptoe.

With a frown between his brows, he threw out the indigo floating life scroll in his hand, and the simple and unsophisticated scroll spread across the entire practice field in an instant.

Sensing the danger, several transparent picture scrolls rose from the ground, tightly wrapping those sword edges.

An Jinnian's expression remained unchanged, but he turned his wrist lightly, and the intangible scroll was cut open, revealing the sharpest sword in it.

Yan Lin didn't panic, lightened his silver boots, and jumped up into the air, dodging the sharp knife between reality and reality.

But I couldn't hide my slight shock in my heart.

During the entire process just now, it was clearly in the form of an attack, and Cannian's sword was moving horizontally, but apart from the sound of his own clothes being flipped, he did not hear the slightest sound of the blade piercing the air, as if he had lost all the other's voice.

So the 'silent' just now is the name of this sword move?

"Ride the wind."

Before Yan Lin could think about it, the other two words sounded.

An Jinnian touched the ground with the blade of Cannian's sword, and turned around like a white butterfly. The sword suddenly turned and swept towards him with the momentum of piercing the air.

Yan Lin looked ahead, but there was no sword shadow, except for the slight breeze blowing in his ears, it seemed that the man hadn't made any moves.

The instinctive sense of crisis made him formulate a formula, and the transparent picture scroll on the ground flew up like a ribbon, protecting him in it, like a circular enchantment, and the shadow of ink painting floated on the enchantment.

This is the 'painted cocoon', the protective barrier of Haoran Immortal Mansion.

In the next second, the facts proved that he was right.

A few rustling winds passed by his ears, and the cocoon was cut like a paper lantern, and one of them even scratched the clothes on his arm.

Yan Lin frowned, his Floating Life Scroll had been upgraded, the strength of this enchantment was not as simple as it seemed.

At least the late Golden Core——

The onlookers had their eyes widened and their mouths opened wide in shock from the situation.

"This........"

This is not like three months of self-taught basic swordsmanship!

They have no problem saying that he is a hundred-year-old overhaul!

Anyone who practices swords knows that swordsmanship is nothing more than a sword cultivator's understanding of sword intent and sword moves, or the understanding of the morality of cultivation, either extremely simple or extremely complicated, but most of the Zhongtian Realm choose to use quick-breaking moves .

Elder Tang and Elder Shu are representatives of Kuaijian.

And the monk who chooses the fast sword, if he wants to stand out, he must find out his own set of sword moves, just like building a long sword by himself, it needs the monk to continuously improve and polish. difficult.

Some sword cultivators have spent a hundred years or a lifetime, and they may not have a brilliant move.

Such a powerful sword move like "Silence" and "Chengfeng" just now is only derived from the basics of swordsmanship. What kind of abnormal talent is this...!

It's only been three months, three months, if it takes more time... that would be terrible!

Yan Lin glanced at the torn clothes, although he was surprised, but his eyes sank, he clenched his right hand suddenly, and slowly injected eight points of true energy.

He has never doubted talent. Ordinary people have worked hard for ten years, but ten days is not as good as others, let alone this person in front of him.

After all, in the second life, he had seen it with his own eyes, and it was an extremely terrifying leap.

However, since the other party didn't hide his clumsiness, he couldn't hide it any longer. Reciprocity is the way to treat guests!

With the two fingers of the right hand held together, countless ink-colored black swords flew out of the ink-colored scroll on the flat ground, as if drawn out with the neatest paintbrush. Countless ink-colored swords flew towards An Jinnian, each with a Spiritual power, one by one.

Since you like it, then I will fight with a sword.

Yan Lin fell to the ground, watching An Jinnian deal with the black sword, his pretty face was not happy, but he just flipped his right hand, and the slightly transparent Floating Scroll fell on the palm of his hand.

If he opened his mouth, he said: "The two moves just now are indeed wonderful, and you must also want to try their power. It just so happens that I have a style of 'copying' that can satisfy you."

As he spoke, the Floating Scroll transformed into a green jade brush with ink dots on the tip.

Yan Lin looked directly at the surrounded figure in front of him and read, swiped a large pen in the air, and faintly wrote four words, 'silent' and 'ride the wind'.

Suddenly, there were several wind sounds in the void, and the piercing sword energy flew forward, and even some ink swords were opened, which is enough to show that the power is comparable to the two moves just now.

And those red eyes looked at Yan Lin through the black long sword, there was no trace of panic inside, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he muttered softly: "Interesting."

In the next second, a red flame ignited from Cannian's sword, enveloping his hand as well.

His aura changed, as if a sharp sword had finally been drawn out of its sheath, with a sharp and awe-inspiring aura, he raised his hand lightly, and the fiery red remnants instantly scattered the black swords around him.

Yan Lin was taken aback.

Guan Linyi, who was under the tree, was also startled, straightened up, his back left the tree trunk, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

And the other people around couldn't help but let out exclamations.

"Why is there a layer of red fire on this sword!"

"This, is this the essence of the Yunjing faction!"

"That's not right, I've seen the spirit of the Cloud Realm School before, there is no red, it's all white light!"

"...This is too powerful..."

Immediately afterwards, under everyone's gaze, he also held the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and swung his sword heavily into the void three times in a row.

The three sword lights are ordinary, but they are as heavy as a thousand catties.

They just looked at these sword lights, which offset Yan Lin's "silence" and "Chengfeng" one by one like a boulder, and the thin sound of the wind stopped in their ears.

Then he said to Yan Lin behind him: "This third form is called 'Stopping Water', and it happens to overcome the first two forms."

Yan Lin stared at him, his dark eyes filled with fighting spirit.

When he saw the red light, he was also stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that he would be so bold as to fuse the essence into the Cannian sword. Originally, he was thinking, where did his essence go, and what happened after so many moves? There is no sign of casting at all.

It turned out to be hidden here.

Essence and Cannian, in this way, his two weapons are perfectly fused together.

A little fire rose slowly in the chest, it was the long-lost fighting spirit, and as the blood flowed through the whole body, he trembled slightly.

This man was his opponent, always, always.

After so many years, he also wanted to taste the taste of victory.