Chapter 83
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After discovering that he was practicing the Heaven Reflection Swordsmanship, the demon lord said with great interest that he wanted to practice it with him and compete to see who could learn faster.
The loser would be punished.
The Demon Lord's swordsmanship realm was much higher than his, and swordsmanship was based on analogy. Naturally, he couldn't beat the demon lord.
The demon lord's punishment was probably some bad fun in bed. Even if they didn't compete in swordsmanship, the demon lord would always find other reasons to torture him. He was already used to it.
After being intimate, the Demon Lord would hug him and tell him every detail of the swordsmanship in detail.
At that time, the Demon Lord was rarely gentle and attentive.
There were many swordsmanship techniques in his mind that the Demon Lord learned before him and then told him in detail what he had learned.
The Demon Lord took pleasure in it back then.
However, even the Demon Lord didn't evolve the fourth style of the Heaven Reflection Swordsmanship.
Although it was derived from the Heaven Reflection Sword Technique, the concept of "Slight Ripple" was completely different from the previous few moves, which were as quick as lightning and violent as a storm.
Slight waves in stagnant water.
Slight waves in the heart like stagnant water.
This was the swordsmanship he evolved after reaching the Void Treading Realm. With one sword, the Divine Array that no one had been able to break for thousands of years shattered in front of him and disappeared without a trace.
The world gave this swordsmanship another name, "Annihilation".
"Some swordsmanship can't be comprehended by your current age, experience, and temperament."
"If possible, I'd rather you never understand the true meaning of this swordsmanship."
Ye Yunlan rubbed Shen Shu's head.
Shen Shu was already very tall. Now that his head was being rubbed, he still lowered his head and rubbed against Ye Yunlan's palm like when he was young.
His soft hair tickled Ye Yunlan's palm.
Ye Yunlan said, "There's no need to dwell on one style of swordsmanship. Come, spar with me for a while. It's also a warm-up for tomorrow's sparring session. "
Shen Shu hadn't fought with Ye Yunlan for a long time since Ye Yunlan was injured. "Master, your body …"
"Just now, I was competing with Xu Qingyue in the sword realm. Although I didn't use my sword, there was still Sword Energy Concentration. If I don't use it to vent, it will be more troublesome," Ye Yunlan said. "Don't worry. Draw your sword. "
Shen Shu pursed his lips. Facing Ye Yunlan's cold gaze and unyielding tone, he finally drew his sword slowly.
After the sparring session, the master and disciple rested.
Ye Yunlan leaned against the willow tree.
The twinkling weeping willow swayed beside him. He put one hand on his knee and quietly looked at the night sky.
The stars were vast and far away.
Just like some people and things that could no longer be recalled.
Shen Shu was sitting beside Ye Yunlan. He had been observing his master's condition, fearing that Ye Yunlan would suddenly cough up blood.
He looked at her quietly for a long time. Her side profile was pale and still, as if it was emitting a faint light.
They were so close to each other, but the other seemed to be farther away than the bright moon in the sky.
Shen Shu's heart suddenly tightened. He suddenly said, "Master, let me massage your shoulders."
Ye Yunlan's shoulders were indeed a little sore after the sparring session. He gently nodded his head indifferently.
Shen Shu nimbly propped himself up with his hands and went to Ye Yunlan to massage his shoulders.
His hands were slender and strong, with calluses from years of practicing swordsmanship. The strength he used to massage Ye Yunlan's shoulders was neither light nor heavy. It was very comfortable.
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