Chapter 432 Strange Wind and Purple Thunder

The long sword used by Yuan Taiji is called Fengsha Sword. The blade is extremely thin, flexible and elegant. According to the "Qi Feng Sword Sutra", it is really like the wind of the nine heavens, and its movements are erratic.

Liang Yan repeatedly spoke against him, and Yuan Taiji was extremely angry with him. In addition, he had already made bold words before, so he used all his strength when he made a move.

In the mid-air, strong winds were blowing, and the sword light was flickering. The Fengsha Sword was hidden in the strong wind, waiting to give Liang Yan a fatal blow.

However, Liang Yan was not in a hurry, and the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword was as powerful as thunder, heading straight for the Fengsha Sword in mid-air.

The two had a fierce fight in mid-air, and the Fengsha Sword whined softly, but was knocked back upside down!

Yuan Taiji was shocked. Although he had seen Liang Yan cut off Bai Ling with his sword yesterday, the sword was fired from inside the giant chrysalis. By the time Bai Ling was cut open and the sword body was exposed, the sword's intention had already become invisible. . Yuan Taiji thought that his Feng Sha Sword could also cut through Bai Ling, and Liang Yan was only in the middle stage of foundation building, so he didn't take it seriously.

Unexpectedly, he just used his sword today to repel his own flying sword!

Fortunately, the flying sword was not damaged. Yuan Taiji felt a little relieved, regained his composure, and controlled the Fengsha Sword to strike at Liang Yan again.

Liang Yan always had an indifferent look on his face. After he defeated Yuan Taiji's Fengsha Sword with one sword, he did not take advantage of the victory to pursue it. Instead, he controlled the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword to guard in front of him.

At this moment, seeing the Feng Sha Sword attack again, Liang Yan smiled slightly. The sword technique in his hand changed, but he used the Thunder Sword technique that he had learned in the past few days.

The Thunder Sword Style is one of the nine sword styles in the "Flying Thunder God Sword Technique". This sword style can be used in a wide open and wide range, as fast as a thunder, and its speed is no less than that of Yuan Taiji's "Qi". "Wind Sword Sutra" is still superior in terms of strength. If there is any shortcoming, it is that the dexterity and maneuverability are slightly weaker than that of "Qi Feng Sword Sutra".

In just three days, Liang Yan only had a rough understanding of it. He could only use four of the six sword techniques of the Thunder Sword Style, which he could barely use against the enemy.

But the strength of his sword is far beyond that of a monk at the same level. Not to mention a few unfamiliar sword skills, even if he has no sword skills, he can still suppress his opponent in a straight line.

Therefore, although Yuan Taiji felt that Liang Yan's swordsmanship was full of flaws, his Fengsha Sword was always suppressed by a layer of sword intent and could not break through the defense of the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword.

Yuan Taiji became more and more angry as they fought, especially in the end, when he found that his opponent seemed to only know four sword moves. He kept coming back with these four moves, and this was the third time he had used them.

This talented disciple of the Qianyuan Holy Palace, a sword cultivator who was about to condense the sword embryo, suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. He seemed to be a sparring partner. The person opposite him was not competing at all, but was trying out his new sword moves.

This feeling became stronger and stronger, especially after the twentieth move, the sword technique of the person opposite changed, and it was still one of the four sword techniques.

Yuan Taiji finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "Are the disciples of Yungang Sect exhausted? Are they just using these few tricks?"

Liang Yan's expression did not change, he chuckled and said: "Sword moves are dead things, the key is to grasp the opportunity to change when facing the enemy, and the opportunity is hard to find, you should get rid of complexity and simplify, return to nature, so the wonder of change lies in your heart! Yuandao is friendly and good-looking, study hard!"

What Liang Yan said is naturally nonsense!

He is inherently poor in skills. He only has four moves in total. Isn't he poor in skills? But he had already made plans to use Yuan Taiji's Fengsha Sword to try out his new sword moves. Apart from him, there was no other sword cultivator of the same level in the entire Yungang Sect. Today, a baby with experience came to his door, how could he not cherish it.

The understanding brought about by fighting swords with others in actual combat is far greater than the understanding gained by oneself alone.

Liang Yan's four-movement Thunder Sword Style was a bit awkward the first time he used it, but when he used it for the fourth time, he had some vague insights in his heart. When the sword moves changed, they were no longer so... Stiff.

By the time he used these four sword techniques for the sixth time, the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword had already stirred up purple thunder in mid-air. This purple thunderbolt opened and closed in mid-air with great joy. Every time it clashed with the two swords of Feng Sha Sword, it shook the opponent's sword to the point where it trembled and seemed to faintly break into pieces.

After fighting for two more times, Liang Yan suddenly sighed:

"Thirty moves have arrived. Friends Yuan Dao, abandon your sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, infinite sword intent erupted from the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword. This flying sword was like a tiger out of the cage. With one sword swing, the Feng Sha Sword spread ten feet, and then turned into a purple thunderbolt. In an instant, it In front of Yuan Taiji.

The purple thunder was shining brightly, hovering above Yuan Taiji's eyelids. Even this Taoist swordsman with a lofty ambition could not help but turn pale and sweat like rain.

Yuan Taiji's eyes changed again and again, first showing fear, then regret, then reluctance, but in the end they all turned into a trace of depression.

After a long time, the genius disciple of the Qianyuan Holy Palace raised his hand and put the Fengsha Sword back into the scabbard behind his back. He sighed leisurely: "Yuan Mou lost this round. I will come back for advice thirty years later." .”

The so-called "come back to ask for advice in thirty years", "thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river", "the green hills will remain green and the green waters will flow forever", etc. These are just some words for the occasion.

Liang Yan only glanced at him from a distance and knew that this disciple of the Qianyuan Holy Palace had lost his Taoist heart. Although there was a one percent chance of breaking out of his cocoon and being reborn, there was a high possibility that he would sink into depression from then on.

Naturally, he didn't have the habit of mentioning his opponents, so he had to wait for his teacher to worry about these things.

At this time, the audience burst into exclamations. Among the disciples watching below, there were some who were building the foundation, but the majority were in the Qi refining stage. At first, when they saw Liang Yan and Yuan Taiji fighting back and forth, they thought they were evenly matched.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the thirty agreed-upon moves arrived, Liang Yan forced Yuan Taiji to admit defeat with one strike of his sword. Only then did everyone realize that the strength of this gray-clothed swordsman actually far exceeded Yuan Taiji!

The reason why we were able to maintain a stalemate of thirty moves just now seemed to be in response to what Liang Yan said before: "Then I will reluctantly give you thirty moves!"

Everyone exclaimed for a while, and many people whispered among themselves, asking each other about Yu Xuanji, the youngest disciple.

Everyone in the audience was talking a lot, but everyone on the martial arts viewing platform was silent. Yan Weixian's face was ashen. He was silent for a while, and then suddenly winked at the person on his right.

The man understood immediately, and with just a flick of his long sleeves, he landed on the martial arts stage.

This man was dressed in white, handsome and handsome. He cupped his fists slightly towards Liang Yan and said with a smile: "I am the Immortal Yujing of the Qianyuan Holy Palace. I am here to ask my Taoist friends for my magical powers!"