Chapter 1495 [Brother Is Not Using a Sword]

1495

Xiao Mohui observed the people around him waiting for a good show, his brows were deeply frowned, his face became darker, and he looked nervously at Bidou.

"Brother Qiufeng, please."

Xiao Yangxu suppressed his cultivation to the middle stage of Lihuo, poured his true energy into his flying kite sword, and a faint green light shone.

The flying sword left his hand abruptly, facing Yang Chen was a spiral ripple, with waves of sword light and green shadows, forming a horizontal tornado, as if it was going to crush Yang Chen instantly.

When Yang Chen saw it, he backed up again and again, and flew into the air to avoid it for a while.

"This is... Qianxueduiyunjian. It's such a move to break the clouds. I didn't expect Yang Xu to master this high-level swordsmanship so well!?" Immediately, an elder who knew the sword manual praised it.

The swordsmanship in the practice world is often evolved into the swordsmanship to exert stronger power.

Many sword techniques are powerful in themselves and are first-class sword techniques, but because of the complicated moves and chaotic circulation of true energy, it is difficult to practice them well, and it is even more difficult to master them.

Therefore, monks who use swords generally choose suitable swordsmanship to practice, rather than blindly pursuing high-level swordsmanship.

Of course, Xiao Yangxu obviously belongs to the category of geniuses who use swords, and he has already used the Qianxueduiyun sword technique handed down from the ancestors of the Xiao family very well at a young age.

Yang Chen avoided the "Poyun Style" move, Xiao Yangxu smiled disdainfully, he was already prepared.

Soaring into the air, the flying kite followed like a shadow and stabbed upwards from bottom to top!

"Snow-rolling style!" Xiao Yangxu shouted sharply.

The flying sword condensed bursts of sword energy like snowflakes, lingering around, like an ice storm caused by the snow, the speed is much faster than Yang Chen's movement, and it can swallow Yang Chen in an instant!

Obviously, relying on Lihuo's mid-term cultivation base, there is no way to avoid this move. Yang Chen stood on his head, and the wood spirit in his hand gathered wood spirit energy, weaved it into a net, and flew back towards the sky, while resisting the storm of sword energy go.

Amidst the continuous explosion of "bang bang bang", although Yang Chen looked a bit embarrassed and could barely retreat, he was not defeated.

"Hey, if it weren't for Yang Xu's cultivation base to be controlled in the middle stage of Lihuo, the power of this move would be at least twice as powerful, and the autumn wind will definitely not be able to block it. Yang Xu is really a fearsome young man!" Another elder started talk.

Listening to these people's words, Xiao Mohui snorted coldly, his palms were sweating, thinking that Xiao Qiufeng must survive.

But, this is only the second move, and he is already in such a mess, can he handle the next eight moves?

Xiao Yangxu seemed very dissatisfied with Yang Chen's failure to solve the two moves, his face was a little serious, and Feiyuan sword stabbed continuously in all directions in different directions like a bamboo.

Continuous attacks formed a dense network of sword blades, as if hundreds of swordsmen were attacking Yang Chen at the same time!

Yang Chen screamed in "shock", holding the wooden spirit sword in his hand, as if to resist the attack hastily, but every sword shadow was skillfully resolved by Yang Chen...

Just kidding, Yang Chen doesn't know much about swordsmanship, but how can his fighting instinct be comparable to the young monks who only know "fancy fists and embroidered legs" in these illusions?

Although these swords came quickly, they couldn't escape Yang Chen's induction, they just naturally used their fighting instinct to block the swords back.

When Xiao Yangxu reached the fifth move, he found something was wrong.

Although I kept pressing the opponent to fight, I clearly didn't take any real advantage. The opponent's swordsmanship was disorderly, but he took his attack at a critical moment.

With the same level of cultivation, it is very difficult to use sword energy or true energy to force a head. I can only rely on the exquisite swordsmanship to defeat the opponent, but it seems that it is not as easy as I thought before.

Many elders below also found it extremely weird, Xiao Mengyue and Xiao Mozheng also couldn't understand it, they looked at each other, and seemed a little surprised.

Xiao Mohui was terrified, but at the same time he had great hope, suppressing excitement on his face, expecting his son to survive these ten tricks miraculously!

"Brother Qiufeng has quick eyes and quick hands. I don't know if he can catch the next move of 'Putting Clouds and Flying Snow'!"

Seeing that Xiao Yangxu had reached the seventh move, and there were three moves left to use, he immediately used one of the strongest moves in Qianxueduiyun's sword technique.

"Flying snow in the sea of ​​clouds! Look at the sword!"

A sharp light appeared in his eyes, and Xiao Yangxu was completely moved. Feiyuan cut a sword blade ripple in front of him. The sword energy was like countless clouds and mist. The waves rolled up and the clouds surged, but they were all powerful swords Air condenses.

It was like a huge light green cloud, enveloping Yang Chen, it was an unavoidable large-scale killing move.

Seeing this, the people below were a little surprised, they didn't expect Xiao Yangxu to be forced to use such a big move.

Xiao Mohui was burning with anxiety, how could his son be able to stop him now, he was about to rush forward to save Yang Chen.

But Xiao Mengyue at the side held down Xiao Mohui, and said solemnly: "It's not ten strokes yet!"

Xiao Mohui was furious in his heart, this old man clearly wished that his son would "accidentally" die in the competition, it was extremely hateful!

But he was not at all the opponent of Xiao Mengyue in the early stage of weak water, so he could only hold back his anger and watch the battle in the sky.

All of this was just like lightning, Yang Chen saw a sea of ​​clouds formed by sword energy engulfing him, he sighed in his heart, so he had no choice but to show his hand, and originally planned to hide it by pretending to be stupid.

The Wood Spirit Sword in his hand was released for the first time, and circles of sword shadows were formed in front of him. These sword shadows condensed into sword energy, ring after ring, continuously.

When these chains of sword shadows surrounded Yang Chen like a golden steel ring, it happened that the clouds of sword energy also engulfed them!

"Boom!"

With a violent shock, the clouds and mist were miraculously rotated and wiped away, scattered pieces, like a celestial girl scattering flowers, dazzing and dazzing.

"This... this is..." A few exclamations came from below, unbelievable.

"Did I see it wrong? This seems to be Lianyun Eighteen Swords?"

"No...it seems, but it doesn't seem to be..."

"Lianyun Eighteen Swords is just a low-level sword control technique, and it seems that there is no such move in it"...

On the contrary, Xiao Mengyue said solemnly: "This is the Lianyun Eighteen Swords, the thirteenth form in it, the eight-twist series...but...it seems that there are some changes."

"That's right, the autumn wind makes it more crisp and neat, very ingenious," Xiao Mo said with a strong smile.

Xiao Mo regretted laughing, extremely proud of his surprise, although he didn't know when his son practiced such a sword skill, but he also regarded it as a secret practice, and didn't doubt it too much.

Xiao Yangxu, who was in mid-air, saw that the move he thought would kill had been deciphered, he was frightened and angry, only the last two moves were left, and in his anger, he attacked Yang Chen fiercely again and again!

But Yang Chen urged the Wood Spirit Sword, pinpointed Xiao Yangxu's flaw, and easily resolved it without leaving a trace.

After all, Xiao Yangxu lacks combat experience. Although his swordsmanship is excellent, the person who uses it does not understand the principle of "there is no way to win without a move".

Kendo is the same as martial arts, "a sword is a sword, and a person is a person", and it is still in the introductory stage, followed by "a sword is not a sword, and a person is not a person", when a person and a sword become one, one is considered a master of kendo.

The more profound "sword is still a sword, and man is still a man" is exactly the so-called "no sword in hand, no sword in heart". It is a kind of "Tao".

Yang Chen possesses countless combat comprehensions on the death line, he has already cast off the shackles, comprehended his own unique view of combat, no matter whether it is martial arts or swordsmanship, he has his own insights, adapts to the situation, and has endless coups.

This is exactly why, Yang Chen can gather experts from a hundred schools of thought to write exercises for women, and he can also easily modify sword techniques to improve several grades for his own use.

If the cultivation base is equal, Yang Chen doesn't think he will be afraid of any opponent, even if he doesn't win, he won't lose, unless the opponent has stronger magic weapons and other bargaining chips.

Unknowingly, the ten strokes have passed.

When Xiao Yangxu wanted to make another move like a madman, Xiao Mengyue on the ground took the lead in making the move, and a majestic green wood true essence rose from the ground, cutting off the connection between the flying kite and Xiao Yangxu!

"Yang Xu! Don't give up!?" Xiao Mengyue shouted angrily, quite dissatisfied with his grandson.

But there is no way, so many people are watching, they can't go back on what they say, only blame "Xiao Qiufeng" for being too wicked!

I can't see how brilliant his swordsmanship is, but I can only think that it may be some potential that exploded under the crisis.

There was resentment in Xiao Yangxu's eyes, but he tried his best to suppress it, and cupped his hands at Yang Chen, "I'm so offended, brother Qiufeng is very good at swordsmanship, I admire you!"