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In the silent and dark wilderness, the sound of a fierce battle could be heard. Two swords and two figures collided in the night, bringing out dazzling sparks. The sparks illuminated the appearances of the two people. One had cold brows and a domineering aura. He was the High Heaven Sword Sect's proudest disciple, the most anticipated genius, Ren Jiuxiao. The other had a calm expression and a high-spirited attitude. He was the unknown Outer Sect Disciple, Ying Feiyang.
Ying Feiyang was agile and swift like a spirit crane. Ren Jiuxiao's sword was like a swimming dragon with endless changes. The two were evenly matched and it was hard to tell who was the winner. In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged more than a thousand moves.
The sound of fighting became more and more frequent, and the sparks became more and more dazzling. Suddenly, there was another sound of sword clashing. As the swords clashed, a dazzling white light spread from the point of collision in the dark night, illuminating the wilderness as bright as day.
It was not as bright as day, but it was really late in the morning. Ying Feiyang exclaimed and woke up from his dream. After getting up, he fetched a basin of cold water and applied it to the dark circles left by the rare sleep.
Since he easily agreed to use the bitter method to practice the sword, he'd spent all his days with sword scriptures and meticulously studied the principles of the sword every day, yet he was unable to personally practice the principles of the sword he'd learned. To a person that loved the sword and was obsessed with the sword, this feeling was as if he had a ton of gold in his hands yet was unable to find a place to spend it and was about to starve to death. How could it not cause him to be resentful and depressed?
During the day, he wanted to use the sword, but it was impossible. Once he fell asleep, all kinds of moves would enter his dream. In the dream, he was no longer restrained. With a long sword, he could perform thousands of changes. He could laugh unscrupulously and let different sword moves appear in his hands.
He had once used the Wind Cleaving Cloud Sword to cut the different shapes of the clouds in the sky into neat squares. He had also gone back to the ancient times and used the Sun Shooting Sword Art to kill the ten Golden Crows that were wreaking havoc at that time. He had also danced the Fantasy Feather Dream Butterfly Sword among the flowers, and the dancer had become a butterfly quietly watching his own sword dance. There were all kinds of strange dreams, but they were all in line with the sword spirit. But every time he used the sword to his heart's content, he would wake up from the dream and the illusion of the sword move would disappear in the blink of an eye, leaving behind only the disappointment of falling from the clouds and the tiredness brought by not being able to sleep.
After packing up, Ying Feiyang stepped into the gate of Ling Xiao Sword School again. Maybe because he was sleepy and distracted, he had unknowingly arrived at the Swordsmanship Platform in front of the hall.
Today's imam was not an old man, but a tall and beautiful young woman. The woman was dressed in a waist armor and looked very capable. She was exceptionally eye-catching. Ying Feiyang was not only attracted to her.
The woman was using the Spiritual Snake Sword, which was said to be the sword move that the seventh headmaster of Ling Xiao Sword School, Immortal Song Tao, had comprehended by watching the snake and the crane fight. The sword moves were sometimes like a snake swimming, sometimes like a crane flying, agile and unpredictable.
The woman's body moved, the long sword flying, straight like a crane chiseling, curved like a snake swimming. The mermaid and the sword complemented each other, making the woman more beautiful and the sword more strange. It was obvious that she had mastered the essence of swordsmanship.
As Ying Feiyang praised in his heart, he looked at the disciples in front of the hall and could not help but shake his head. Maybe the woman teaching the swordsmanship was too beautiful, so the disciples' minds were not on swordsmanship at all. The Spiritual Snake Sword was an agile sword, the essence of which was the combination of footwork and swordsmanship. The footwork was divided into two main methods, Snake Walking and Crane Flying, the most agile and elegant. However, the footsteps of the disciples in front of the stage were heavy. Occasionally, there were a few who were fast enough, but they could only be regarded as swift and sharp. Although it was close to the word "agile", it was far from it. [Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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"They're all bad." Ying Feiyang softly said to himself. At the same time, he was suspicious. In his dream, he used this set of swordsmanship to spar with Ren Jiuxiao. This morning, he ran into the professor teaching this set of swordsmanship. Wasn't it tempting him to peek?
The woman on the stage seemed to be annoyed that the disciples were not good enough. After a few words of reprimand, she dismissed them first.
Ying Feiyang suddenly realized that he was so engrossed in watching that he was delayed. Just as he was about to hurry on his way, two disciples outside the hall suddenly blocked his way. One of them had a tall and strong face and said fiercely, "Hey kid, just now you said that they're all bad, what do you mean?"
Ying Feiyang knew that he had said something wrong. He cupped his fists and said, "Nothing, I was just talking nonsense. Senior brother, please don't blame me."
Next to him, a disciple with triangular eyes laughed strangely and said, "Hey, who's your senior brother? Look at your attire, you're just an outer disciple. You're not fit to call us brothers. Tell me, how did you sneak up the mountain?" This disciple shouted, and the other disciples all gathered around to join in the fun.
Ying Feiyang saw that the two wanted to pick a fight. He took out the token that Shang Ying gave him and said, "I've received permission from Shang Ying Zhenren, I can leave the sect freely. Please don't block the way."
The two disciples did not let it go. They said, "Shang Shigu allowed you to enter and leave the sect, but did she allow you to secretly learn? You're just an outer disciple, how dare you peek at the disciples in front of the hall practicing swordsmanship. Do you know … "
Before they could finish, they saw that there was no trace of Ying Feiyang in front of them. Ying Feiyang's body moved, and he walked in a 'Z' shape. His footsteps were neither fast nor slow, but it was as if he was taking a stroll in the park. He bypassed the disciples who were blocking his way and walked out of the crowd. The footwork he used was exactly the essence of the 'Snake' footwork.
When the crowd came back to their senses, Ying Feiyang had already left the crowd. He lowered his head and walked forward. Suddenly, a woman's shoe appeared in front of him. Although the shoe was simple, the stitches were fine and the workmanship was exquisite. It was not the shoes of the disciples in front of the hall. To be able to freely customize clothes, shoes, and hats, other than the elders of the older generation, only the direct disciples could do so.
He looked up and saw the female immortal who taught him swordsmanship just now. She was standing in front of him and looking at him with interest.
"You're the Ying Feiyang that master and junior sister apprentice mentioned. You're really smart. Come on, let's have a few moves."
Ying Feiyang remembered that Xie Lingyan once said that her first senior sister apprentice, Ji Mingxia, became the immortal at a young age. He guessed that she was the one. Thinking that the women on Danxia Mount were not easy to deal with, Ying Feiyang dared not to be careless. He saluted and said, "Senior Sister Apprentice Ji, since you're in such a good mood, I shouldn't refuse. But I have an appointment with my senior aunt, so I can't delay. Please let me pass."
Ji Mingxia waved her hand carelessly and said, "I know you have internal injuries, and you can't use your True Qi, so I won't bully you. How about this …" Ji Mingxia put her sword on the ground, and the bricks behind her cracked and spread to a line. "Just use the same footwork again. If you can cross this line, I won't stop you. It's simple, isn't it?"
"It's not simple at all … With Senior Sister Apprentice Ji as the barrier, this line is like a natural moat."
Ji Mingxia's eyes were fierce. "You're so unreasonable. Since you can't do it, I'll dig out your eyes that you peek at my swordsmanship."
Seeing Ji Mingxia pestering him endlessly, Ying Feiyang was also annoyed. "Why are all the women on Danxia Mount so unreasonable?" He said coldly. "Senior Sister Apprentice, you've misunderstood me. Although the natural moat is dangerous, I can also fly over the sky." As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Feiyang took a step forward.
In one step, Ji Mingxia's face became serious. She saw Ying Feiyang bent one leg and stretched the other leg. He leaned forward and put his hands behind his back like folding wings. He was like a spirit crane that was about to fly, which was the essence of the "Crane Flying" footwork in the Spirit Snake Yihe Sword.
Seeing that Ying Feiyang was indeed capable, Ji Mingxia lifted her sword. Before the sword was out, Ji Mingxia's Qi Ji had already locked the place where Ying Feiyang must pass. When the sword moved slightly, Ying Feiyang turned around and retreated to the point where her sword momentum changed from strong to weak. Then he took another step forward to the right.
Ji Mingxia bit her red lips lightly, and the sword moved a little to the right. Ying Feiyang took another step back, and then he moved forward again like a snake. Just like that, Ying Feiyang advanced and retreated again, as if there was an insurmountable gap in front of him. Ji Mingxia did not draw her sword, but only shifted the position of her sword. She looked as if she was facing a formidable enemy. The disciples scratched their heads in confusion, while the two competitors were shocked.
Ji Mingxia praised Ying Feiyang's amazing swordsmanship. It must be known that every time she wanted to draw her sword, she only moved her sword a few inches, but Ying Feiyang seemed to know the moves she was going to use, and he was able to avoid it in time. Ying Feiyang praised Ji Mingxia's foresight, her swordsmanship was precise and ruthless, and her moves were all directed at his footwork. Although she had not made her move, her moves were already fully displayed, and he was already unable to move an inch forward.
After a moment of stalemate, Ying Feiyang's eyes suddenly brightened, and he took a step forward. At the same time, his fingers formed a sword, and gently pointed to the lower right. Unexpectedly, Ji Mingxia's expression changed greatly, and she raised her sword to block, and took a step back! When the onlookers saw this, if it was not for the fact that Ying Feiyang was too young, they would have thought that he was using an invisible sword to force Ji Mingxia to retreat.
In fact, for Ying Feiyang, this fight was similar to the time when he fought against Gongzi Ling. Although he could see the flaw in Ji Mingxia's swordsmanship, he did not have the deterrent power of Gongzi Ling's gaze, and could only wave his fingers to replace it.
Ying Feiyang's footsteps did not stop, he took another step forward, and his sword fingers also changed direction, and Ji Mingxia unexpectedly took another step back. At this time, Ying Feiyang calmly took a third step, and one of his feet had already crossed the boundary that he had just drawn.
As Ji Mingxia retreated, she softly cried out, and the long sword in her hand was unsheathed, bringing a sword ray. Although Ying Feiyang had been maintaining a distance of three steps from her, at this moment, he also felt as if he was struck by lightning. His body leaped up and down a few times, and inadvertently, he displayed the Soaring Crane's footwork, and actually retreated seven steps, as if he wanted to avoid that sword. Although the footwork did not require the consumption of internal energy, but Ying Feiyang's physical strength was already running out, and he was retreating so quickly.
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