Chapter 671 Show the double-holding shadow sword

The shadow sword style is originally a wonderful sword technique of one move and two styles. It pays attention to speed and accuracy. When it is cultivated to great success, it even makes the opponent unable to distinguish the sword body and the shadow, and its power is second only to the shadowless style. However, the double-holding shadow sword style goes further. The two swords come out together, and the two moves turn into four styles. Even the shadow-free formula can't meet the requirements of the body.

Yan Feng asked Zheng Hantai to bring a simulated doll to fix it in the middle of the lawn. When the other three retreated to the edge, he saw his body move, and the simulated doll was immediately shrouded in a virtual shadow.

"Is this the critical footwork?" Yan Bing's beautiful eyes flashed, and her heart was amazed. Her eyes did not leave Yan Feng's figure for a moment.

"One sword, two swords, three swords..." Old man Yan observed Yan Feng's critical footwork, but focused on the latter sword move. Even though his cultivation was extremely high, he could not keep up with the attack rhythm of the two wooden swords at this time.

"My God, is this really a shadowless sword skill?"

Zheng Hantai knows nothing about the shadow-free formula and can't capture Yanfeng's figure at all. He just sees more and more sword marks on the simulated doll, either thorns or cuts. After a while, it folds tightly, and the numbers on the sensor are jumping fast, 24 times, 48, 92 times,...

A minute later, Yan Feng's figure stopped. As his blood accelerated to the extreme, his handsome face turned red and his breathing became obviously rapid. The analog doll in the center of the lawn is also full of holes, and the sensor shows a horrible number of 718.

"An average of 12 swords per second..." Zheng Hantai calculated the frequency of Yan Feng's sword, and his face was stunned. He knew very well that the sensor was personally debugged. If the endurance did not meet the standard, it didn't count at all, that is to say, Yan Feng's 718 was completely hard to produce the sword.

It was not only Zheng Hantai who was shocked. Old Yan was also stunned. He didn't come to his senses for a long time. There were still countless sword shadows in his mind and muttered, "How can it be... How can there be such a fast sword move in the world..."

Yan Feng's speed is completely beyond his imagination. Even if he personally uses the shadow sword skill of shadowless swords, he can only use four or five swords at most every second. Even if the double shadow swords are used together, no matter how fast it is, it will never exceed eight swords. However, he still underestimated the role of critical footwork. Yan Feng's self-created footwork is entirely for close combat. The shadow sword style combines Milo with Yanfeng's body method to deduce hundreds of millions of swordsmanship crystals, which has reached a perfect fit, increasing the speed of sword moves by 50%.

For a long time, the old man Yan fixed his eyes on Yan Feng again and shouted eagerly, "Kid, practice again!"

"Old man... Do you think I'm an iron man? Critical footwork... It's already very exhausting, with the double shadow sword... It's the limit that it can last for a minute..."

Because it was so shocked, no one noticed that Yanfeng's arm muscles were twitching slightly. The more powerful the sword skill, the more obvious the price is. His current state is also close to collapse, and he can't use the critical footwork to perform the shadow sword style in at least half an hour.

Old man Yan was stunned, and then he sensed Yan Feng's slightly disordered breath. He suddenly thought, "If you can maintain the balance of breath with such intensity, it's simply a monster. However, he is too evil now. No wonder he is so confident to challenge me. If he really does it with all his strength, I can't stand a few tricks..."

"Young master, you are so awesome. Why didn't you use such a fierce move when you were in Eden?" Zheng Hantai danced with excitement. If he didn't know that Yan Feng's sword skills needed to be used as a foundation, even if he was shameless, he would ask Yan Feng to teach him.

Yan Feng ignored the surprise of old man Yan and Zheng Hantai. He turned his head and asked Yan Bing softly, "How's it going? Did you see the footwork clearly just now?

"I can barely see half of it..." Yan Bing shook her head slightly, but she couldn't say anything next. She knew in her heart that it was so difficult just to see, and it was even more difficult to do it.

"It doesn't matter. One day, we can learn slowly. It's very physical exhausting to use critical footwork in reality. It's much easier to get to the Garden of Eden. Just remember the footwork first. I'm practicing the double-holding shadow sword-style sword moves now." Yan Feng showed the double-holding shadow sword one by one in the way of split and slowing down, and cooperated with detailed explanations.

Yan Bing Bing is smart. After listening to it only once, he remembered the seven tricks of the shadow sword. Looking at Yan Feng's serious situation, he was moved and happy in his heart: "He really accepted me..."

Old Yan has been immersed in shadowless sword skills and shadowless tips for decades. The shock of most of his life is not as much as today. Seeing Yan Feng's current martial arts achievements, he has a feeling that he is old enough to live on dogs, and he can't help sighing: "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves..."

In order to let Yan Bing understand the key to the critical footwork as soon as possible, Yan Feng cooperated with the shadow sword every half an hour. Until noon, Zheng's housekeeper arranged lunch in the back garden and joined the discussion of martial arts. Old man Yan pondered for a while and couldn't help asking Butler Zheng, "Did you teach him this boy's strange and tricky tricks?"

After a few days of getting along with each other, Housekeeper Zheng has released his old grudges about Mr. Yan and did not hide it: "What the young master used is the acupoint technique handed down by our Zheng family, but after being changed by him, his power has been greatly improved."

Old man Yan nodded thoughtfully, pointed to Zheng Hantai and said, "Although your son's body method is average, his breath is stable. The method of luck is a little similar to that of mixed Yuangong. Can you tell him one or two?"

"This old guy's eyesight is quite accurate."

Housekeeper Zheng was amused. He was about to arrange a deed and prevaricate, but Zheng Hantai said proudly, "This is originally a mixed Yuangong, and it is my young master's perfect internal mental method. Isn't it awesome!"

"Bad boy, no one treats you as a mute if you don't talk!" Housekeeper Zheng glanced at his son fiercely and couldn't wait to slap him. This internal martial arts is the foundation of martial arts, which is much more precious than ordinary martial arts, not to mention the perfect mixed-yuan skills?

"No wonder this boy's internal skill entered the realm so quickly. It turned out that he had understood the more exquisite internal power mind method. It's amazing!" Old Yan's eyes lit up, and then looked at Yan Feng with deep meaning.

Yan Feng didn't know his intention and said bluntly, "Don't think about tricks. I don't owe you the Qiu family anymore."

"The cold body of Bing'er is only suitable for practicing the cold heart method. It seems impossible to get a perfect mixed skill from his mouth." Old man Yan felt a burst of melancholy in his heart. He also knew that he had asked too much. If it were the Qiu family, let alone profound internal skills, I'm afraid that an ordinary martial arts skill would not be easily taught to outsiders. In contrast, Yan Feng had been so generous that he was ashamed. But it was really difficult for him to give up his internal skills to practice, and he quietly gave Yan Bing a wink.

Yan Bing knew it, hesitated for a while, and said awkwardly, "Yan Feng, there are still a few days left for the martial arts exhibition. If Xiaoqian can master the new skills, her strength will also improve by one level..."

This internal practice is gradual. No matter how talented and exquisite the internal skills are, it is impossible to produce results in a few days. Yan Feng saw the unnaturalness in Yan Bing's expression and guessed that she was instructed by Mr. Yan. He thought that Xiaoqian had taught her all and said, "This new mixed skill has not been perfected to the last step. It's better to be supervised when practicing, otherwise don't blame me if something goes wrong.

Old Mr. Yan thought that he would definitely refuse, but he didn't expect that he agreed so simply. He was immediately overjoyed and said with a smile, "I see that your internal strength has advanced by leaps and bounds, and there is no sign of going crazy at all. You must be proficient in practicing. If the disciples of the Qiu family practice steadily, nothing will not go wrong."

"This old fox..."

Yan Feng scolded in his heart and felt speechless about the thick-faced old man Yan. However, he repaired well with the Qiu family. It was good for him that the Qiu family could improve their strength. At least he could contain the Wang family. He was so focused on dealing with the Zhou Wu family.

Yanfeng practiced a day of critical footwork and double-holding shadow swordsmanship. It was not over until the evening when he was exhausted. Returning to the mansion, the housekeeper Zheng, who followed him couldn't help asking, "Young master, you have returned the double-holding shadowless sword skills to the Qiu family. Why do you want to reveal the perfect mixed power? Have you forgotten what they did to you at the beginning?"

"The Qiu family is now on the same line as us. If I want to bring down the Zhou Wu family, it is necessary to let the Qiu family improve their strength. What's more, even if the Qiu family gets both shadowless sword skills and perfect mixed skills, do you think they can threaten me? Yan Feng looked back at Butler Zheng, and his eyes were full of self-confidence. Now his physique is much stronger than that of ancient martial arts, and he holds the golden key to martial arts promotion in his hand. What's the fear of even if he breaks into the ancient martial arts world alone?