Cultivate with an African God

The subsequent competitions were equally exciting, but judging from the results, there was no surprise. In the end, Da Zongmen won the victory.

Maybe the great sect occupies more resources and it is easier to train disciples, or it may be that the great sect has higher aptitude requirements for selecting disciples, and the probability of getting excellent disciples is higher. In the competition of strength, Da Zongmen still holds the absolute advantage.

In the penultimate round of this round, the sword cultivator of Qiyao Pavilion was defeated by the Taoist cultivator of Yingzhou Immortal School, and the Yan Junfa who never showed up was a Taoist cultivator. In the conference, there were very few sword repairmen—only two left.

In the final battle of this round, neither of the two disciples came from the great sect, but both were sword cultivators.

"Wen Xingze from Yingzhou Sword Faction will face Ye Changming from Cangjiange."

Sword cultivators have always been aggressive and victorious, and treated their peers even worse. However, when these two sword cultivators met on the competition stage, there was no such situation as expected by others.On the contrary, they are very peaceful.

They were greeting each other in a very gentle and polite way, not like a sword cultivator.

"Brother Changming, long time no see."

Ye Changming also nodded, and replied: "I haven't seen you for two years, and you are getting more and more diligent."

Wen Xingze even smiled slightly: "Brother Changming is still handsome."

"That's the end of the polite talk," Ye Changming lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand and drew out his sword. His sword had a clear luster, as bright as the early sun. He stared at his sword, with the sharpness of cutting gold and breaking jade in his voice, " Take out the sword, just like before."

They are old rivals, and even though they have been separated for nearly two years, they know each other well enough that there is no need for extra bravado.

Ye Changming has already drawn his sword.

He was born dignified and dignified, and he was taciturn, but the sword in his hand was completely different—or, when he lifted his sword, he seemed to be a different person.

His sword is extremely smart and fast, and moves lightly, like a swimming dragon, but the sword's momentum often falls in places that people can't imagine, more like a lurking poisonous snake that surprises people's vitals, and this poisonous snake sends and receives it. There is no trace to be found in it, it seems to come out at will, but it seems to hide the rules, but if anyone thinks he has caught the rules, his next sword will completely subvert the so-called rules!

"Good sword, so fast sword!" The grandmaster of Yingzhou Sword Sect patted the table, sighed several times, and nudged the smiling old man next to him with his elbow, "Old He, I didn't expect you to use it all your life. His epee, and now he is playing with a quick sword."

He Qiusheng, the master of the Cangjian Pavilion, smiled even brighter when he heard the words: "That's right, I can't change it by hand now, and it's still possible to train apprentices. ——Old Bai, that disciple of your Yingzhou Sect is not bad, I saw it earlier , but, what a pity..."

He didn't say where the pity was, but Bai Mu could understand what he meant, the smile in his eyes subsided and turned into a faint sigh: "But that's the luck of my Yingzhou Sword Sect."

He looked at the swordsman on the stage.

If Ye Changming's sword is light, nimble and cunning like a poisonous snake, then this man's sword is like a quiet lake, the water of the lake moves with the wind, but despite the wind from east to west, north and south, no matter how hard the sword is, no matter how sharp the sword is, it can't hurt It doesn't matter.

Ye Changming's sword was extremely fast and aggressive, and it was almost invisible, but Wen Xingze's sword was extremely stable. Under the shadow of such a menacing heavy sword, he didn't even appear to be slumped. On the contrary, he was more than able to advance and retreat. The opponent's actions are the same.

Wen Xingze is good at calculations and predictions. He strikes later, calculates step by step, and leaves behind the tricks. This is also the choice of many people who seek stability. But now, under such a fast sword, Wen Xingze still has spare energy to calculate, but after all, it is not something ordinary people can do. arrived.

"You have become stronger." Ye Changming's sword left only a few sword shadows, but his voice was still slow and his breathing was steady, which was completely different from his sword moves. "Back then, you couldn't do it."

Wen Xingze came to Cangjiange two years ago, and they sparred almost every day. Wen Xingze's sword was very stable, and he landed very accurately. His thinking will not keep up with the opponent's instinctive reaction.

But now Wen Xingze has followed.

"Indeed, I have become stronger." Under such tricky and aggressive moves, Wen Xingze's breathing was still steady, and his voice was still gentle.

With a sharp flash, the light of the sword passed Wen Xingze's side face, Wen Xingze raised his sword to block, the two swords clashed, and the sound of gold and stone resounded.

"But it's still not enough." Ye Changming's eyes reflected the sword light, which was colder than the sword light and sharper than the blade, "Calculation has a limit, but the changes of sword moves are infinite, you can't count after all. "

But—just as his resolute words fell, he felt the coolness of the hair on the back of his neck being chopped off!

At that moment, the mighty sword intent, accompanied by the sound of endless tide and coldness——accompanied by Wen Xingze's voice and the coldness of the sword body, fell into his extremely keen senses.

"Cangjiange's sword moves have seven moves, each with 21 moves." Wen Xingze's eyes were heavy, and his sword had a sense of autumn. "Before the second breath, you used 'Ri Yang', and the one you followed was 'Yue Yan'. If I dodge, you may use 'Shuanglei', 'Guanqing', 'Huanghu', your starting move is 'Guanqing', and the successor must be 'Wuying', 'Tai Sui', ' Fengchen Jedi', then... at this moment, with a single sword, the clouds will be brightened, all dharmas will be empty, and all changes will be destroyed."

The sword light was as gorgeous as clouds blooming, every movement of Ye Changming seemed to be restricted, even though he had a thousand ways to change and deal with it, but in Wen Xingze's slow voice, there was no way to dodge it!

Ye Changming felt cold.The cold spread from the back of his neck to the marrow, and he knew it was fear.

He made several moves, but Wen Xingze only made one move. From three moves ago, he had seen through all his changes.Ye Changming has always judged the situation according to his instinct, and used his instinct to suppress it, but he also understands that it is not instinct.The so-called subconscious reaction is just the instant cooperation of past experience and understanding of sword moves, but Wen Xingze can analyze those instant reactions through his knowledge of Cangjiange sword technique.

Those chills surged down his spine, bringing faint shivering waves, which he knew were excitement.

Wen Xingze became stronger, stronger than he imagined.

There was no way to avoid that sword cloud glowing and extinguishing. Ye Changming was brought down by the sword light, and the sword was heavily suppressed, but Ye Changming jumped up, risking injury, and forcibly intersected him with the sword. Harmful but not beneficial, some spectators who know how to fight with swords have already frowned. However, Ye Changming's sleeve robe was cut and blood oozes out. Unparalleled sword intent burst forth!

That sword is called Tian Ji You Chang!

Tianji is often used to pursue the victory, and it should not be used in such a situation where it is completely suppressed.However, Ye Changming used it subconsciously, and paid the price. He was injured by Wen Xingze, and the speed would not be as fast as the beginning, but at this time, because of this inappropriate sword and inappropriate choice, he was forced to Tear out a little life!

Wen Xingze's sword slashed across his arm, and his sword crossed Wen Xingze's waist. Wen Xingze dodged slightly, but his bloody hand was still holding the sword. illusion!

That was really a sword that couldn't be explained by any sword technique theory.Incomprehensible timing, incomprehensible angles, incomprehensible changes.

But Ye Changming used it, paid the price, and got paid.

The scene was deadlocked in an instant. Ye Changming stood facing the wind with his sword in his hand. His face was a little pale because of his injury. He didn't like to talk too much and said at this moment: "I admit that you are very strong and excellent, but you are not a swordsman... You don't have the heart of a swordsman, so..."

He didn't say what it was, he didn't talk much, and he didn't want to show his arrogant and frivolous appearance.

Because he is the elder brother of Cangjiange.

But there was one thing he had to say.

That sentence is - Wen Xingze does not have the heart of a swordsman.

Back then, Wen Xingze came to Cangjiange together with his younger brother, and everyone in Cangjiange appreciated Zhong Zijin more.Not only because Zhong Zijin passed the trial of Cangjiange, but also because Zhong Zijin is more like a swordsman.

A sword repairer takes the sword as his life support, his heart is like a sword, he is resolute and resolute, and cuts through everything.

A sword cultivator needs to have no other distractions, and spend his whole life with one sword.

It's just that Wen Xingze didn't. He thought too much and didn't have such a clear heart of the sword. The sword was not entrusted by his soul, but just a tool - just like the unorthodox techniques he knew, nothing special.But even if he didn't fully devote himself to swordsmanship and kendo, he was still outstanding and powerful-everyone admitted this, and even thought that he would be more successful if he put his mind on something other than the sword.

He thinks a lot, so use this thought to see through his every step and get a chance to win.

But the sword is the art of the mind, and he has reached the extreme of 'reason', but he has never experienced the heart of the sword.Without that piety, without the heart of a swordsman, how can you hold a sword?

He didn't hate Wen Xingze, and he never looked down on this sword repairer who didn't look like a sword repairer.

He just thought that Wen Xingze was making things difficult for himself.

When Ye Changming's sword shadow surrounded Wen Xingze again, Ye Changming's sword posture completely changed.The sword is still a fast sword, and the sword moves are still those sword moves, but it gives people a completely different feeling.

"A good sword," said the woman, dressed in a black and white Taoist robe, with awe-inspiring breath, her arms folded around her chest, and she looked coldly at the competition stage, "moving with the wind, moving at will, regardless of its shape, regardless of common sense, only looking at its heart, is a good swordsman. "

The Grandmaster of Zhanlong Temple was in a bad mood because his own sect was eliminated early, but he turned his head in surprise when he heard this. This woman's name is Luo Mingshuang, and she is the Grandmaster of Liangyi Palace who came this time.Liangyi Palace is one of the best Taoist sects in this world. The so-called number one is that Yunfu is called the first, and Liangyi Palace is called the second. If Liangyi Palace is the first, then the second must be Yunfu.And Luo Mingshuang himself, as the orthodox inheritor of the secret biography "Danyang Chunyang Jue" of Liangyi Palace, has always had his eyes above the top. These sword repair techniques and concentric techniques do not need to be understood by this person.

So he smiled, and asked: "Fellow Daoist Luo still has such an eye for swordsmanship?"

Luo Mingshuang's eyes drooped slightly, he was silent for a moment, and said lightly, "I just learned a little bit about it."

The grandmaster of Zhanlongguan looked at her, his eyes returned to the competition stage, and said in a rambling voice: "Although the Cangjian Pavilion is not as great as our Zhanlongguan family, it was established not long ago. It is not to be underestimated.”

Not to be underestimated.

In the afterimage of the blade, Wen Xingze looked at his opponent.

That was his old rival.He has been defeated by his sword many times. Although he was still a condensed pulse back then, and the opponent was already dead, but sword cultivators are good at leapfrog challenges, and the suppression of realms among sword cultivators is far less powerful than the suppression of swordsmanship itself, so he did not Find reasons for your failure.

Because of those failures, he spent a lot of time studying Cangjiange's swordsmanship. Now when facing Kuaijian, he can see through the opponent's thinking and break it with a single blow.

It's just that Ye Changming at this moment can understand every move he makes, and it is clearly reflected in his mind, and he can deduce the changes in the next ten steps, but the result is always slightly different from his speculation.

There are reasons to follow for swords, and there are reasons to follow for moves.But the heart is not.

The sound of the sword drove the wind, and Wen Xingze, who had never made a mistake, finally showed his flaws.He recalled Ye Changming's words just now.

"—You don't have the heart of a swordsman."

The sword was already approaching his eyes.After three moves, Ye Changming will block his way out. If he deals with it with common sense, he will definitely lose this battle!

Wen Xingze's expression froze, Ling Fuyao tried his best to dodge it, to fight for the slightest chance for himself.

True Qi condensed into thin swords, which fell like rain, and every sword was under his control.He holds his Qiu Se sword in his hand, and what he controls in his heart is the Qianbai Qi sword!

This is the method he is good at transforming swords with qi, called Qianren Sword Qi, which he has learned during the pulse condensing period.He didn't need to deliberately keep his hand, but facing the fast sword, his calculation would be too complicated and complicated, but at this time he decisively used the Qianren sword energy-since he is unable to calculate, then it is better to use the opponent as well. Drag into the quagmire of change together!

He likes to be confident and under control of the situation, but it doesn't mean he can't make a decision!

Swords fell like rain, and swords surrounded him like wind. During his movements, sword energy had already attacked Ye Changming one after another!

Ye Changming is not Wen Xingze, Ye Changming can't judge the trajectory of each sword, can't understand Wen Xingze's next changes, he only has the simplest and fastest judgment——

The most sensible way is to turn around to avoid and wait for the opportunity.If he passes through this sword energy, he will be injured.

There was blood flowing down Ye Changming's sword, it was his own blood, flowing from arm to palm, to the blade, and fell to the ground.

He heard the sword ringing in the wind, his blood was warm and fell on the cold sword handle, his arm was aching, and even the strength was not as good as the moment, but at this time, Ye Changming felt that the sword accompanied him The blood merged with his life.

His world was silent save for the sound of his blade.

All he had in front of him was the sword, and his opponent.

Those sword auras are full of dangers, but in this purest world, he can see a glimmer of opportunity.

If he still followed the original moves, he would be injured and his arms would not be able to hold on. Even if he won, he might still suffer in the next round, but he saw a chance to win, the fastest and the most unexpected chance of victory.

He holds the bloody sword in his hand, facing the sword energy!

"He's crazy!" There was an uproar from the crowd.

No matter how quickly the situation changes on the court, others can see that this is definitely not a wise move.

The transformation of sword energy cannot last for too long. As long as Ye Changming avoids the edge a little, he can still wait for his chance. It is unwise for him to take risks like this now!

But as far as Ye Changming is concerned, he can only take risks-for him, the risk of delaying is even more dangerous than it is now.

He doesn't want to lose.

He traveled all the way, never for himself, but for the sect behind him.His master, He Qiusheng, has the power to pull mountains and seas, a talent that shocks the world, but half his life is wandering and half his life is locked in the small Cang Jiange. He has only one dream in his life, so that his sword skills can be passed on, so that Cang cang Jiange became famous all over the world.

He was He Qiusheng's first disciple, and also Cang Jiange's first disciple.On the day he started, his master asked him, I may ruin your life, or I may make you a success, are you willing to follow me?

The river wind on the edge of Linchuan was bitter, with a wet and cold smell. The old man's face was serious like he had never seen before.

How can he say no.

He was born without parents, and his relatives died in adventures one after another. When he was young, he was wandering everywhere, with nowhere to call home. He was so hungry that he stole buns, robbed wild dogs for food, and also happened to be in a small sect by chance. As a sword boy, he tried his best to hold heavy swords for the masters. Later, his arm was sore and swollen for nearly a month, but the reward he got was enough to keep him full for a month after all.

At that time he thought it was the most glorious moment in his life.

But the smiling kendo master held out his hand to him.

From now on, he is no longer that embarrassed vagrant, he is He Qiusheng's apprentice, and the newcomer to Cangjiange calls him Senior Brother.

He has never stopped practicing swords, his words have become less and less under the tempering of time, and he has done more and more things. The younger brother laughed and called him Ye Zhiyan, but he also relied on him wholeheartedly.

Cangjiange is his home, he is the elder brother of Cangjiange, and bears the future of Cangjiange.

If he wins, Cangjiange will become a blockbuster and become famous in the world, but if he loses, he will still be a small sect that few people know about.

Even if the injury is hard to heal, even if it is just an extra step, he is willing.

Ye Changming heard the sound of the wind scraping the blade and the slight tremor. At that moment, he seemed to have become one with the sword. He couldn't see the sword energy that seemed to cover his face like thorns. In his world, he and the sword were the only ones. , he saw the only chance of victory under the boundless danger.

At that moment, all the changes and all the sword shadows disappeared like fireworks, leaving only a sword light, which was as bright as the day, and instantly like a shooting star.

Going forward bravely, resolute and decisive, is the heart of a swordsman!

That sword struck Wen Xingze through heavy sword energy.

That sword light was so bright and sharp that it almost hurt people's eyes.

That's not a logical change, because human nature is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and no one is willing to gamble with a one-thousandth chance of winning with scars all over their bodies.

But that was the only answer the sword told him. Ye Changming believed in his sword and his heart.

Wen Xingze has always been cautious and never easily reveals his flaws, but amidst thousands of sword qi and thousands of changes, he cannot cover everything after all.Others didn't know, but Ye Changming saw it.He does not use his eyes, nor his analysis, but his sword, his heart.

His sword went towards the only opening, and he never returned a single sword!

Wen Xingze was almost dazzled by that sword.

That sword was not within the change of Cangjiange's sword power, but he could understand it.

He has seen this kind of sword light on many seniors in his sect, and he has used that kind of swordsmanship himself. He used it as a desperate sword with the moon and the sea. For Ye Changming, it is also Jiang Zemin. The wind blows in the face, the river tide is overturned, and it is a sword that throws everything.

But it is clear that this is not Ye Changming's dead end yet.

Wen Xingze understood the reason for his move almost instantly, and he also understood that he would never be able to do this.

Going forward without hesitation is the sword of swordsmanship, resolute and decisive is the heart of the swordsman.

He did not.

He always has all kinds of thoughts in his mind, calculating all kinds of causes and consequences. He knows that he may not be able to resonate with the sword in this life, so he has always tried his best to make up the gap between him and those people.

Wen Xingze closed his eyes.

That sword was already in front of him, and his sword energy was pressing towards Ye Changming's body, but Ye Changming did not show any hesitation under such pressure.

"Zheng—" The two swords struck each other, making a heart-shattering sound.

Ye Changming's face was pale.

It was not only because he had suffered too many injuries, but because he had done everything, but still hadn't caught that flaw. Wen Xingze seemed to deliberately expose the flaw, waiting for his decisive blow.

—but how is this possible?

Even Ye Changming himself never thought that he would be so desperate before that moment!

After the sword cry, Wen Xingze took a step back, let out an uncontrollable muffled groan, and blood oozed from his mouth.He did block that sword, but he couldn't do it unscathed.

Wen Xingze doesn't like gambling, he likes to be safe, he likes to have spare energy, and he likes everything to be under his control.But he has always grown up in setbacks, he can know that everything cannot be as he expected, he will never be flawless, but he will remember every flaw.

He couldn't predict Ye Changming's sword, but he never stopped thinking about that flaw being discovered.

Now that he knows the flaw, no matter how impossible it is, he will still think about what he should do if he is discovered.

The sword energy dissipated like a cloud of smoke, and the competition stage seemed to have fallen into a stillness.His true energy was condensed in a sword, and along with his turbulent blood, Ye Changming's sword was blocked by his move of breaking the wave, and after breaking the wave, the sound of the tide surged, Wen Xingze didn't think about anything, he didn't think about anything did not look.

The chaos of true energy almost made his thoughts fluctuate.

The sound of the tide was accompanied by the sound of the sword in the wind.

Ye Changming was almost exhausted after the sword strike, but he never gave up. The sword was much slower than usual, but each sword was harder than the other, and more accurate than the other.

The sword that fights everything.

A heart that never backs down.

At that moment, all the considerations in Wen Xingze's mind suddenly stopped, his hand was very steady, and he seemed to be able to hear the sound of his sword.

He can think of many techniques and many secrets.Daoxiu is good at changing the environment and changing the situation, but all the chances of victory for Jianxiu are obtained by fighting with the sword.

Sword against sword is respect for a swordsman and respect for oneself.

He lifted the sword, and the sword rose into the sea like the moon.

The tide stopped.The autumn wind is bleak, and the flood is surging.

Three points with one sword, Yan Tao is faint.When drunk, he wields his sword and fights dryly.

And then -

The sea is vast, and the bright moon rises out of the sea.

The sea swordsmanship, the bright moon is born on the sea!

He had been injured before, and this set of swordsmanship was a heavy burden on him. After he blocked Ye Changming's sword, he obviously had many chances to win and had a lot of room for change.

But at that moment, he was willing to force himself to use this set of sword skills of Yingzhou Sword School.

Step by step is difficult, but also know how to do it.

is his heart.

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