Bai Yuhe missed all four swords before and after him, and Chi Dan's charming face was even more frightened.
She is naturally quite familiar with Bai Yuhe's swordsmanship and knows that Bai Yuhe has extraordinary talent in swordsmanship. Under the guidance of Baiyun Island Master, his swordsmanship has improved by leaps and bounds.
In order to practice swordsmanship in his early years, Bai Yuhe often sought out swordsmanship masters to compete with each other. However, in recent years, he no longer wields his sword easily. Once he does, he usually defeats his opponent within three moves.
His swordsmanship is fierce, and Chi Danmei is convinced that in a few years, Bai Yuhe's swordsmanship may not be unparalleled in the world.
But at this moment, Bai Yuhe had already fired four swords in a row. Not only did he fail to defeat Yang Ning, he even failed to touch a piece of Yang Ning's clothes. How could Chi Danmei not be surprised
And Yang Ning's unpredictable conversion footwork was something Chi Danmei had never seen before.
Jingkong and Jingneng looked at each other, both of them slightly surprised, and then Jingkong's expression became serious and thoughtful.
Bai Yuhe missed with four swords, but failed to hit the fifth sword easily.
Being in it, he naturally knew that Yang Ning's footwork was really mysterious and unpredictable. There was no problem with his swordsmanship. The biggest problem was Yang Ning's footwork.
He knew that if he followed Yang Ning's footwork and chased after him, he would certainly be able to put great pressure on Yang Ning, and he might not even be able to hit his opponent within ten moves. But in this case, even if he succeeded in winning, it would still be a fluke. There are elements of it, and winning by luck is definitely not the swordsmanship Bai Yuhe pursues.
He paused, holding the Wu Yao Sword, pointing downwards, and closed his eyes, letting Yang Ning's ghost wander around, but he stopped moving.
There was deathly silence in the Guangming Hall, and the atmosphere began to become solemn again. Everyone could only see Yang Ning turning into a shadow, floating in the hall. Most people could not see how he walked.
Yang Ning didn't know that everyone was horrified at this moment. Not only did he not think about defeating Bai Yuhe, he even hoped that Bai Yuhe's swordsmanship would be truly extraordinary. Only in this way could Bai Yuhe be able to send and receive freely, control the temperature of the fire, and stop it. , so as not to hurt yourself.
The bursts of biting cold air really made Yang Ning's heart tighten.
Suddenly, he felt that the sharp sword intent disappeared. Yang Ning was a little confused and didn't stop. He looked at Bai Yuhe and saw that Bai Yuhe was standing still, but he didn't know what the white swordsman was up to.
After Yang Ning finished a set of steps, he could only repeat the cycle. The whole set of steps became more and more proficient, and he could be regarded as fluent. But after taking the last step, he had to adjust to the starting point of Xiaoyao Xing and start all over again. Yang Ning's physical strength was enough to allow him to walk several times, and the whole set of steps was very smooth, but this re-circulation step was a bit sluggish.
It was at this moment that Bai Yuhe suddenly opened his eyes and whistled softly. He was originally standing like a mountain, but at this moment, it was like a sharp arrow shot out. The long sword pointed forward, and the Wu Yao Sword was connected with his body. A line of thread stabbed straight towards Yang Ning.
Yang Ning just took this slow step and felt the black light flashing in front of his eyes. Before the sword arrived, the cold air on the black light sword seemed to have penetrated into his body.
Yang Ning was shocked. She didn't expect Bai Yuhe to take action suddenly, let alone how fast this guy would take action.
His mind suddenly became confused, and he took a step back like a reflex, tripped under his feet, and fell backwards to the ground.
Bai Yuhe's eyes were sharp, and he forced Yang Ning down with one sword, but he did not retract the sword. The tip of the sword was pressed down very freely, and it stabbed straight into Yang Ning's heart.
Yang Ning's face changed suddenly when he saw the long sword stabbing him. He thought that this guy didn't seem to want to abide by the rules. At this time, he didn't care whether Bai Yuhe would stop. He closed his eyes, raised his right arm, and held the Pilu Sword in his hand. The light suddenly rose, creating an extremely strange sword light.
At this moment, he heard exclamations. Yang Ning thought that he was going to die. In his heart, he hated the monks like Daguangming Temple. Even if he died, he would seek revenge on these bald donkeys.
Suddenly everything seemed to be still, and then there was a "ding" sound, as if something fell to the ground, and then there was deathly silence, which was terrifying.
Could it be that he is already dead and can’t hear anything
But why didn't I feel any pain in my chest
He opened his eyes slightly and found that he was still in the Hall of Light, and the lights in the hall were still bright. Then he saw his right arm raised, his wrist slightly turned to the right, and the Pilu Sword in his hand tilted upwards, pointing to the front and right.
He moved his eyes and saw Bai Yuhe standing just one step away from him. The swordsman's face was pale and his expression was stiff. He raised his right hand forward, but his fingers were already spread out. The Wu Yao Sword was no longer there. In the hand, what is even more shocking is that there seems to be blood dripping from Bai Yuhe's wrist.
Yang Ning didn't know what happened. He raised his left hand and touched his chest. He found it was fine. Bai Yuhe's sword obviously did not hit his heart.
Yang Ning breathed a sigh of relief, sat up, and looked around. He saw that everyone in the hall was focusing on him. Hundreds of them all had the same expression, that of Chi Danmei who was so lustful , also had a look of horror on his face at this moment, his expression froze, as if he had seen something unbelievable.
Yang Ning frowned and suddenly realized something. He glanced at the ground and found that the Wu Yao Sword had fallen on the ground, four or five steps away from the white feather crane.
How is this going
Yang Ning stood up and felt a slight chill on her body. Only then did she realize that her body was covered in cold sweat, and her clothes had been soaked with sweat.
"What... what's going on?" Yang Ning glanced around and finally said: "You... what's wrong with you?" Looking at Bai Yuhe, he was about to ask, when his body suddenly shook, he realized something, and lost his voice: "Your sword... your sword was mine... was it me who knocked you away?"
At this moment, Bai Yuhe's hand was dripping with blood and his sword fell out of his hand. Of course, it was impossible for Bai Yuhe to hurt himself. If other experts hadn't secretly helped him, he could only have hit Bai Yuhe with the sword he just swung randomly.
But this is really incredible.
Bai Yuhe is a master of swordsmanship. He has never even touched a sword before. How could he defeat Bai Yuhe, who is superb in swordsmanship, with just one move
However, Bai Yuhe had slowly retracted his arm, and regardless of the blood dripping from his hand, he glanced at the Wu Yao Sword that fell on the ground, then turned his gaze back to Yang Ning, and bowed deeply, saying: "Today, I need to be taught by your Excellency. , I am lucky for my three lives. Your swordsmanship is extraordinary and has reached the state of enlightenment. Bai Yuhe is convinced that he lost!"
"Bai... Bai Swordsman, wait a minute, you... what did you say?" Yang Ning opened his eyes wide, "You said... you said you lost?"
Bai Yuhe sighed: "Bai finally understood today that the way to swordsmanship lies in the word "enlightenment". You are not yet twenty years old, but your skills are already at the level of a master. Bai Yuhe is far away and difficult to reach."
What a joke!
However, Yang Ning could not hear the slightest sarcasm in Bai Yuhe's tone. Instead, he could hear the admiration from the bottom of his heart. He was a little dazed for a moment and couldn't believe that he had defeated the swordsman with one move.
Chi Danmei sighed faintly: "Your Majesty, you hide your cleverness in your own clumsiness, and you will make every step to defeat the enemy with the last blow. Since senior brother has surrendered, we will abide by our previous agreement. From now on, the disciples of Baiyun Island will never set foot in the Great Guangming Temple again." She turned around and faced Jingkong and said: "Master Jingkong, I take the liberty to disturb you this time, let's have a martial arts competition. The outcome is certain. If the disciples of Baiyun Island meet the monks of your temple in the future, they will definitely respect you!"
Most of the people in the hall have not come back to their senses. Jingkong has already put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, several distinguished guests from Baiyun Island have kept their promises, which fully shows the noble character of the island owner. Very few monks in my temple come down the mountain, but if there are disciples in the future If you meet a disciple from Guidao, you will definitely be treated as a kind guest!"
Chi Danmei smiled tenderly, turned around and winked, and a disciple in linen stepped forward to pick up the Wu Yao Sword, put it into its sheath, and presented it to Bai Yuhe.
Bai Yuhe frowned, shook his head and said, "The veins in my right hand are gone. I will never have to touch a sword again in this life." He nodded slightly to Yang Ning, turned around and left without picking up the sword.
Only then did Yang Ning come back to his senses, knowing that Bai Yuhe's hand veins were injured by him. For a top swordsman, even if the hand veins were injured, they would be cured, but they would no longer be comparable to the intact ones before. It would definitely be a problem for him to use the sword. Influence, and in the duel between masters, the victory or defeat is often just a matter of seconds.
Bai Yuhe lost today, but also lost all his confidence.
Yang Ning didn't have a good impression of Bai Yuhe at first, but after seeing this person lose, he was open and aboveboard and simply admitted defeat. Even though his hand veins were injured, Yang Ning didn't pursue it and didn't stop there. At least in terms of swordsmanship, Bai Yuhe was indeed a gentleman, and he felt a little better in his heart. When he saw Bai Yuhe turning to leave, he said hurriedly: "White Swordsman, wait a minute!"
Bai Yuhe stopped and didn't look back. He just asked, "Do you have any other advice?"
"You said you will never use a sword again in this life?" Yang Ning frowned and said, "That's too childish. It's my fault today. I didn't... I didn't control the heat well and hurt your hand. I apologize to you. But...but you have been practicing swordsmanship for many years, and it is not easy to achieve what you have today. How can you just give up?"
Bai Yuhe said nothing.
Yang Ning sighed: "I can see that you are very obsessed with swordsmanship. You like something and are willing to work hard for it. If you stick to it to the end, there is no way you will not achieve anything." After a pause, he asked: "I just want to ask you one thing. By the way, what is the purpose of your sword practice?"
"For what?" Bai Yuhe was startled, turned around, looked at Yang Ning, and said: "Sword training is naturally about reaching the realm of swordsmanship, so that no one in the world can compete with him."
Yang Ning shook his head and said: "It's wrong, wrong, wrong. If you practice swordsmanship with this kind of mentality, I'm afraid you will never reach the realm you want. There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world. What does it mean to compete with others? Practice? The purpose of the sword, in my opinion, is never to pursue and defeat all opponents.”
Bai Yuhe's expression became serious. His hand veins were dripping with blood, and his wrist was filled with red blood. However, he didn't notice it. He cupped his hands and said, "Please give me some advice!"
Yang Ning thought to himself, I know nothing, how can I teach you, but I don’t want to hurt someone because of myself, and let this person become depressed from now on, so he can only say: "Let me give you a very simple example, such as a person reading and writing, if he The purpose of writing is just to be outstanding in literary talent and surpass everyone else, which is a painful thing in itself. However, if a person reads and writes to find the fun, then he will truly enjoy it and discover the artistic conception in it. This... this Can you understand?"
Bai Yuhe closed his eyes slightly and pondered for a long time. Suddenly he bowed and saluted again, with a hint of brilliance in his eyes, and said: "I have learned a lesson!" He turned around and was about to leave again. After taking a few steps, he suddenly turned back and asked: "Bai I have a question, could you please give me some advice?"
"what is the problem?"
"That sword strike just now, but... but who taught it?" Bai Yuhe said: "If it was taught by that person, if you lose to this move, you will have no regrets in this life!"
"That one?" Yang Ning was startled, a little confused, and could only smile: "Actually, I don't even know how to win. I just... I just used a sword casually."
Bai Yuhe nodded slightly, said nothing, turned around and left, never looking back this time.
Chi Danmei also smiled charmingly, turned around and left with her four disciples in sackcloth, passed by Yang Ning, turned to look at Yang Ning, leaned slightly closer, the fragrance hit her nostrils, and whispered in a low voice: "Does the prince often go to brothels? Do they look better when they tear off their clothes?"