Chapter 65 Stop on the way

Swordsmanship, the art of swordsmanship.

The imperial sword is only a primary means of swordsmanship and is not worth the sun. The unpredictable power of swordsmanship is generally reflected in the vertical and horizontal of sword spirit, among which the changes are very different due to different sword formulas.

But what is the top swordsmanship? It is a nearly harsh and accurate use of Zhenyuan's power, a command of sword spirit, and even an exquisite mind and a sense of wanton fluctuation can be classified as top swordsmanship.

Even if a dull man makes ten times the effort, he may not be able to practice the top swordsmanship, even if he has an unparalleled sword formula in his hand.

The way of practice, the word enlightenment is at the head!

In the world of sword cultivation, only those who are thorough and open-minded are supreme figures who lead **.

Zhang Yan did not know whether his understanding and use was close to the highest truth of swordsmanship. At this time, he was completely attracted by the magnificent and inexplicable sword moves in the sea and could not extricate himself.

The meaning of the fire dragon sword is left by the god-level sword practice Qingyi, which contains a swordsman's perception and cognition of kendo for nearly a thousand years, and the amount of knowledge bred is naturally amazing. Zhang Yan just thought about it for more than a month, but it made him feel that he was about to transform.

Until this moment, there was a trace of enlightenment in his heart.

The quality of swordsmanship, divided into four levels by grade, is obviously extremely childish and ridiculous. No matter how bad the sword formula is, as long as it is matched with real understanding, it can also become amazing.

If the low-level sword formula is a picture with scattered lines, its advantages and disadvantages are not determined by the paper, but by the person who writes the drawing. As long as the person's heart is full of endless thoughts, adding a few strokes to this crude picture can also turn sand grains into mountains, water into lakes and seas, and outline a powerful ink-popping landscape painting.

The so-called wonderful pen and flowers are only valuable in their own cultivation.

Not to mention the talent of the national hand, even if it is painted on mountains, rocks, vegetation and beaches, it must be a shocking work, with no difference in quality.

Of course, the [shooting Hong] swordsmanship practiced by Xia Xiwei is indeed a boutique top-level swordsmanship, but after all, it does not belong to his own understanding. It is difficult to copy its true meaning.

In the final analysis, only by feeling what belongs to you can you decide whether the sword formula is good or bad, not the sword formula itself.

At this time, mixed with the understanding of the fire dragon's sword, Zhang Yan's swordsmanship was more free and free, like the Milky Way, scattered, and the essence of power like stars.

The Flame Rain Sword in his hand is like a fade-free comet, swaying with gorgeous glory and wanton, forcing Lian Yun and Qiu Ran to retreat one after another. His face was gray and no longer have the will to fight.

They are struggling!

If they can escape, they can't wait to have two legs and leave the devil-like guy in front of them early!

In their eyes, Zhang Yan's swordsmanship is strange and changeable, with different styles, but its power is amazing. The swordsmanship that originally belonged to different systems was pressed on one person, not to mention how contradictory it is.

Although such swordsmanship is unheard of, they can still resist it after all, but later, Zhang Yan's sword suddenly changed and completely changed, becoming pure freehand, amazing, and a vast atmosphere.

They didn't know that Zhang Yan gradually realized his own swordsmanship from the meaning of the fire dragon sword, but they knew that Zhang Yan's swordsmanship at this time... was horrible!

They noticed that Zhang Yan could kill themselves several times, and they looked even more frightened. No matter how stupid they were, they could see that Zhang Yan used them as a training partner and practiced swordsmanship!

A cat that could have killed a mouse in an instant, but with a meticulous and unhurried attitude, it used the mouse to exercise its ability to catch. How should the mouse be afraid? How can I bear it~

He was out of breath and his physical strength was drastically exhausted. Zhenyuan was more like running water, but Lian Yun and Qiu Ran were like puppets, dealing with Zhang Yan's increasingly familiar attack with a dull look.

Suddenly, a feeling of extreme danger made the two shiver together. Only then did they find that Zhang Yan, who had no sadness or happy, suddenly slowed down the offensive and stood there quietly.

At this time, Zhang Yan is like a peerless sword that has been refined, exuding a sharp breath like a sword. Even as long as he sees him, he can make people feel a faint tingling sensation.

Lian Yun and Qiu Ran are terrmented, what kind of realm is this!?

Before they came to their senses, Zhang Yan suddenly stabbed him with a gentle sword.

This sword is as quiet as the ripples of the lake in March, but it has a vast atmosphere.

It was too late to hide. Lian Yun and Qiu Ran closed their eyes and died. There is no pain of the blade breaking the neck, and there is no crisp sound of cutting bones...

It was not until a long time later that the two opened their eyes in disbelief that they found that they were not dead!

Zhang Yan stood in the distance, and the breath of a sword on his body disappeared without a trace. If he hadn't held a flying sword in his hand, he would really be like an ordinary young man.

"Get out of here."

Zhang Yan's eyes were calm, and his voice had no other meaning.

Lian Yun and Qiu Ran were stunned again and asked for a long time, "Why?"

Zhang Yan couldn't tell him that there were countless eyes staring here at this time, and more than a dozen breaths that made him afraid had been locked here.

It turned out that when Zhang Yan was just preparing to kill the two with a sword, a trace of extreme danger suddenly rose in his heart. Now he stopped killing a sword, and the sense of crisis in his heart also disappeared. It seemed that someone was silently paying attention to this side.

Maybe if it were someone else, it would be impossible to determine where this sense of crisis came from, but Zhang Yan's consciousness was extremely strong and he had noticed it in an instant. In the nearby jungle, I don't know when there were dozens of breaths...

A very powerful breath, and the powerful Lian Yan also believes that he is not sure that he will not be hurt when killing Lian Yun and Qiu Ran.

Is it the sword practice in Wanyuan City?

Zhang Yan did not know that today was the annual hunting trial day in Wanyuan City, nor did he know that Lian Yun and others in front of him, including Xue Huaibei, were the younger generation of Wanyuan City who participated in this hunting activity.

But he knows that this place is not far from Wanyuan City, and there will be no one else except the sword cultivation of Wanyuan City. However, there are tens of millions of swords in Wanyuan City, and dozens of people hidden in the dark at this time are obviously people who have cultivated all over the sky. Otherwise, they will never release a trace of breath, which will make Zhang Yan have to stop his must-kill sword.

Who will they be?

At this time, Xia Xiwei's little girl is still fighting against the attacks of Lian Tong and Lian Chi with dark blue unparalleled swords, and Xue Huaibei is more like a clown, extremely fast and accurately avoiding Qiu Luoluo's continuous blade stabbing. As for Ma Chong, he couldn't wait for Xue Huaibei to fall down quickly, replace him, and then fight with Qiu Luoluo happily.

Everything doesn't seem to be over yet. But Zhang Yan knew that he was afraid that he would stop fighting today.

Worrying that the people around him were enemies or not friends, Zhang Yan sighed in his heart and said, " Stop and let them go."

When Xia Xiwei heard the words, she pouted her lips and was about to ask the reason dissatisfiedly, but she saw that Zhang Yan looked serious and her eyes were cold and scary, so she had to curl her little mouth and was unwilling to say, "If I had known, I should have killed you with a sword!" After saying that, she jumped out of the battle circle and let go of Lian Tong and Lian Chi, who were struggling and could not fight back.

And Qiu Luoluo was angry and entangled by Xue Huaibei, who was seriously injured. Hearing this, he didn't pay attention to it at all. He still bit his silver teeth and stabbed the flying sword at a more fierce speed.

This posture clearly wants to make dozens of blood holes on Xue Huaibei's body immediately.

Zhang Yan's eyes were cold, and he came forward with a sword to pick up Qiu Luoluo's long sword, and then slapped Qiu Luoluo on the shoulder with the back of the sword, directly shaking her out.

The change came so fast that no one knew the purpose of Zhang Yan's doing so. He looked at him in a staring and looked puzzled.

The embarrassed Lian Tong, Lian Chi and Qiu Luoluo were also dragged to one place by Lian Yun and explained in a low voice that it was nothing more than the general trend and the overall situation had been decided. However, Lian Yun was also puzzled by Zhang Yan's unexpected behavior.

After this battle, his Lian family's Haoqiu family's plan to hunt down Xue Huaibei completely failed, and even lost more than a dozen subordinates.

Extremely embarrassed.

It is all because Zhang Yan's inexperable stop to escape the disaster.

At this moment, a low and thick voice rumbled in the jungle, like a muffled thunder in the air. Thank you for your mercy, and even someone is very grateful. Yun'er, take those incomperable things and get back!"

Almost at the same time, another soft and erratic female voice sounded and clearly sounded in everyone's ears. "With the resolution of the Presbyterian Council, your qualification for this hunting has been cancelled."

Two voices, a man and a woman, suddenly rose up and disappeared in the blink of an eye. However, the information contained in it made Zhang Yan a little confused.

Presbyterian resolution?

Hunt hunting disqualification?

Xue Huaibei explained the annual hunting trial in a timely manner and pointed out that the so-called Presbyterian was composed of the three families of Lian, Qiu and Xue.

Seeing Lian Yunqiuran and others leave in a dimly hurry, Zhang Yan smiled and said, "They have lost their qualification. Isn't your qualification gone?"

Xue Huaibei smiled bitterly and said, "It's good to live. How can you be greedy for any qualifications?"

"That's true."

Zhang Yan nodded, and his consciousness spread far away. Seeing the dozens of people hidden around the jungle disappear without a trace in a blink of an eye, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that those people would jump out and fight desperately.

"I said, won't you leave?"

Xuelou stepped forward and looked coldly at Xue Huaibei. His cultivation was low and he had been standing beside him. He witnessed everything and roughly understood that everything in front of him was probably caused by Xue Huaibei in front of him, so his tone was quite bad.

"He can't leave." Unexpectedly, Zhang Yan took the lead in retaining it.

"Why?" The snow tower was extremely surprised.

"He... It's also snow." Zhang Yan couldn't help sighing gently.

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