True enlightenment against heaven: Starting from the proud smile

The expected collision did not occur.

When they were about to make contact, Lu Yuan and Feng Qingyang changed their moves at the same time.

Lu Yuan's expression did not change, but the old man's eyebrows slightly raised.

Although the sword strike just now was extremely subtle, he had already seen through it. It was clear that he had the upper hand, but he seemed to see a Confucian scholar reciting "I am willing to lower my sword from my waist to kill Loulan!" with a majestic tone. The general trend is moving forward, pressing on him.

But in an instant, he had a hunch that if he didn't avoid it, he would definitely lose.

The old man decisively chose to change his moves, but for some reason the other party also changed at the same time.

The two of them used their second move at the same time.

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Seeing Lu Yuan's move, Feng Qingyang's eyes flashed with admiration. It was such a beautiful move. He almost instinctively faced the enemy with a sword-breaking force.

But the next moment, the Confucian scholar who was in a trance appeared again, chanting, "There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the clouds and sails will sail directly to the sea." The lofty ideals are like the raging waves of the river and the sea. No matter what risks are ahead, we will keep moving forward!

The same feeling appeared again, and Feng Qingyang's expression became truly solemn.

He was very sure that there were no strange phenomena around him. What he saw twice just now was all from his imagination, but he could not control this kind of fantasy, and the two completely different pressures were not false.

What's going on? !

Feng Qingyang didn't believe in evil, so the two of them changed twelve moves one after another.

Uncontrollable fantasies and different pressures are constantly suppressed with exquisite sword moves.

"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent."

"The beacon light shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy in my heart. Yazhang bids farewell to Fengque, and the iron cavalry circles the Dragon City."

"The road is long and long, and I will search up and down."

...

After twelve moves, Lu Yuan pulled away and retreated.

Feng Qingyang gasped, raised his sword and asked, "Why aren't you here?!"

Lu Yuan smiled and said, "No, there are twelve ways in this swordsmanship. What I just showed you is the most essential one. Let me ask you, if the sword move really falls, can the "Dugu Nine Swords" block it? ?”

"It hasn't fallen yet, how do you know you can't stop it?!" The old man said sternly.

Lu Yuan shook his head directly, "You can't stop me!"

The words were so certain that the old man was so angry that he blew his beard, "I don't believe it, I won't say anything until I touch it!"

Lu Yuan shook his head again, "My sword has sword intention, but your sword currently only has sword moves, so you can't stop it."

In fact, the sword intent that Lu Yuan used just now was all forced upon him by relying on his understanding. Unlike the Haoran sword intent that he had truly honed, he had not yet found his own sword intent.

Doing this is just to show Feng Qingyang where the sword's intention lies.

Sure enough, the old man grasped the key point and murmured, "Sword Intent, there really is Sword Intent, it's like this..."

Lu Yuan continued: "This sword technique is called "Haoran Sword". There are twelve moves, among which the cultivation of sword intention is the most critical..."

At that moment, Lu Yuan explained the core of this secret book again.

The old man's eyes flashed with hope and expectation, and a new door had been opened towards him.

Looking at Lu Yuan again, he was a little puzzled, "You just told me such a secret book of swordsmanship?"

This actually implies, what do you want?

Lu Yuan laughed, "That's what I said. It's not worth mentioning. I just want to see if Senior Feng can you go one step further!"

"You studied under the Huashan Sect?"

No wonder the old man asked this. Both Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze could see the roots of "Haoran Sword", and he naturally understood it too.

"Ha, no, I have nothing to do with the Huashan Sect. It doesn't matter if I tell my seniors the truth. The book "Haoran Sword" was originally created after studying the classics of your sect, so I will use it as a reading fee."

The old man was stunned after hearing this, "You...you created it?!"

Lu Yuan did not answer these words, but raised his long sword, "I was unable to defeat you with my sword intent just now. Come on, let's compete purely with sword moves this time."

"Fart, when did you win?!" Feng Qingyang was instantly furious.

"This time I will directly use my sword moves to defeat your "Dugu Nine Swords" and make you convinced!"

"Again? Where did you come from? You didn't beat me just now!" The old man refused.

"Stop talking nonsense! Lao Deng, are you coming?!"

"It's your mother's fault, boy, watch your moves!"

The two approached each other again and started fighting.

Lu Hua'er, who was watching this scene from the side, felt that her filter for masters today was shattered. No, she must write this scene in her diary that night.

Let’s talk about the discussion on the field.

This time, Lu Yuan really used sword moves to fight Feng Qingyang. Once he used the extremely simple and refined "Sword Way" moves, the old man seemed to have turned into a greedy old cat. Such exquisite sword skills made him even more powerful. Sour and refreshing, he entered the state almost instantly.

Whenever Lu Yuan found a flaw, he would change his tactics, and Feng Qingyang would follow suit and change his response. At the same time, one word would pop out of his mouth: "Wonderful!"

The sword rays created strong winds in the cave, and the two fought faster and faster, but they never collided.

As time passed, the only sound left in the cave was the sound of the sword cutting through the air and the old man's cheers.

brush! brush! brush!

"Wonderful!" "Wonderful!" "Wonderful!"

brush! brush! brush!

"Wonderful!" "Wonderful!" "Wonderful!"

...

At the edge of the field, Lu Hua'er was looking at it seriously at first, until the magical voice continued to circulate in her ears. Her expression gradually became a little tense, her shoulders shrugged, and she suppressed a smile. She really couldn't understand that swordsmen sparring was supposed to be a thing. It's such a serious matter, why did it become like this?

The two people who were seriously engaged in the field had no intention of paying attention to such trivial matters.

Lu Yuan found that if traditional sword moves wanted to break the "Dugu Nine Swords", the only way to do it was to compete with reflexes.

He was confident that he could defeat Feng Qingyang, but that was just defeating Feng Qingyang, not "Dugu Nine Swords".

Thinking of this, Lu Yuan's moves suddenly became weird.

What was originally a standard diagonal move suddenly turned into a horizontal slash after taking action.

Feng Qingyang's originally confident interception was completely missed.

The opponent's sword changed unexpectedly, which really shocked him. He hurriedly took a step back, then changed his moves and broke again.

Lu Yuan's next strange moves appeared frequently. His muscle movements seemed to be to the left, but the long sword stabbed to the right. It was obviously an upward move, but the sword curled up in the middle and slid downwards.

Feng Qingyang gradually began to sweat. He was so confused by this strange move that did not follow common sense. He couldn't understand how it could be done like this. He didn't realize the problem until he stared at Lu Yuan's sword for a while.

Lu Yuan's right hand held the sword in an extremely loose manner, giving the impression that the sword would fall off if he flicked it lightly. But it was precisely because he held the sword in this way that he could accomplish the change in a tricky manner every time.

"stop!"

Feng Qingyang took the initiative to retreat, "It's just a joke for you to hold the sword like this. Although you can avoid my breaking moves, what's the lethality of it?"

"Really?" Lu Yuan chuckled and came to one side of the cave wall with his sword, "Then take a look!"

After saying that, Lu Yuan let go of the hilt of the sword, but the long sword did not fall. It seemed that there was a force that stuck the hilt to his hand. The strange sword move appeared again, and it was clear that he was pointing upwards. He raised his hand, but the tip of the sword instead thrust downwards. He originally shook his wrist to the right, but the sword edge slid to the left again. This continued for a while, and an elegant and immortal old man was gradually carved on the wall. It was Feng Qingyang. Own.

However, Feng Qingyang's expression at this moment was not good at all.

Because "Dugu Nine Swords" was broken!