The most practiced sword.
So Duan Chongxuan chose 'Mist Cang Ya'.
Thousands of flying feathers were covered by fog, and the golden light was pale.
Duan Chongxuan's sword stance went again, and the voices of Cangya Mountain's disciples sounded one after another.
"Clouds sink to Xixiu!"
"Wind in Zhongchuan!"
No one has ever linked these two moves together before, but now Duan Chongxuan uses it, and there is a smooth nature that complements each other.
Cheng Tianyu has been forced to retreat more than ten steps by the opponent's sword, and he is about to retire from the ring!
Suddenly, his wrist turned sideways, and ten thousand golden lights dissipated.
The flying feather sword dragged across the blade of the black long sword, splashing countless sparks.
There was a commotion in the direction of the Qinglu Sword Sect,
"Qinglu Evening Photo!"
"Xunjiang Muyan!"
An elder in the stands praised, "Wonderful!"
Wonderful indeed.
This battle has been going on so far, and everyone feels great.
The sword in Duan Chongxuan's hand is very good, and Cheng Tianyu's kendo talent revealed when he is dissatisfied with the weak crown is very good.
Even better, use 'Mist Cangya' to break the 'Golden Feather Heavy Light', and use 'Qinglu Evening Photo' to fight the 'Wind Swing Zhongchuan'.
If it wasn't for the two sides of the battle today, no one would have thought that such an ordinary sword move could have such power.
Song Tang's expression became solemn.
Since the battle has been going on, they have guessed every step of the other party, and the other party is also aware of their reaction.
Duan Chongxuan and Cheng Tianyu were not the only two sides in this battle from the very beginning.
It was Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan, the first confrontation with Song Tang and Zhong Shan!
More dignified is Luo Mingchuan.
Because Duan Chongxuan's three moves were linked together, it did break the 'Golden Feather Heavy Light', forcing Cheng Tianyu to retreat again and again, but he did not completely defeat the opponent.
And Cheng Tianyu has turned the corner after two moves.
All calculations and drills have come to an end.
In Duan Chongxuan's mind, what Luo Mingchuan said appeared,
"If this sword is finished and you still haven't won, then the rest is up to you."
Now all his sword moves have been broken by the opponent.
In the eastern sky, the morning glow has not yet dispersed, and the clear light of Zhan Zhan shines on the world.
Cheng Tianyu held swords in both hands and took a step forward with his right foot, looking solemn.
The breeze blew the hem of his clothes and the long sword in his hand.
He was clearly a young and weak boy, but he gave birth to the grand master bearing of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi.
He raised his sword, and the sword intent flowed from the crevices of the sunrise in the sky, and the clear light was like flying white feathers.
Many people feel this change and have to sigh that they are too old, but their cultivation is far inferior to the other party.
"It turned out to be 'Huagege Feiyu'!"
"He really learned this sword!"
When Fei Yu fell, Duan Chongxuan would also be defeated.
But no one laughed at him, because the failure of this battle was not because he was weak, but because Cheng Tianyu was strong enough to break through the routine.
Even if the young man became famous like Song Tang, he could not use the most powerful 'Hua Ge Fei Yu' in the feather clothing art in the contemplative state.
Until this moment, people finally confirmed that Yasheng of Qinglu Sword Sect gave the 'Feiyu Sword' to this child because he was indeed worth it.
No matter how much everyone has learned, there is no Duan Chongxuan who faced this sword directly.
Duan Chongxuan looked at the mountains in the fog in the distance, at the dawn in the sky, at Qingguang and Feiyu.
I feel that I have eaten a few more years than this kid for nothing.
The sword qi was approaching, and the stabbing pain in his cheeks.
In the nick of time, what he remembered was no longer the tricks or speculations of his brothers, but what his father said, "Sometimes, the blade is sharp, and you know you will lose, you have to try it first. If you don't lose, you won't die. You have to try it out to find out.”
This was the second time in his life that he felt that what his father said made sense.
He wants to try.
Yin Biyue was the first to notice that Duan Chongxuan's sword-holding posture had changed.
He held the palm of the sword hilt and moved forward half an inch.
So he was no longer holding a sword, but a long spear.
He closed his eyes.
Everyone in the audience looked surprised and didn't know what he wanted to do.
Could it be that he was driven crazy by Huage Feiyu
Can't you see the imminent sword edge when you close your eyes
Yin Biyue frowned slightly.
What Duan Chongxuan said before was, 'I can't use the strongest sword'. This does not mean that he does not have the strongest sword.
He vaguely guessed what he wanted to do now.
But what he is most worried about is not that he still can't use this sword now, but that he does his best, and the sword backlashes and hurts himself.
Duan Chongxuan closed his eyes and followed the trajectory in his memory, pulling a gun.
His posture looked odd, but the room fell silent.
Because Wan Dao Feiyu shook lightly, there was a hint of retreat.
Duan Chongxuan opened his eyes, his aura suddenly changed.
He is like a battle armor, and he is about to fight and kill.
Long shot!
The air that was split by countless flying feathers created a long gap!
The whistling sword sound is shrill and piercing!
Like an iron cavalry, thousands of troops and horses come across the mountains and rivers!
Duan Chongxuan had not used this sword before, not to keep his hand. But he didn't know if he could use this sword.
But now, he did it.
Beacon fire and wolf smoke, gold and iron horses, swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.
The majesty of the emperor and the atmosphere of dragon and tiger are all in this gun!
Amazed!
In the stands, the elder finally dared to confirm his guess, "It really is a beacon!"
Song Tang looked at the room and his heart sank.
He knew that the worst had happened - the other side broke through.
After all, the younger brother is still too young.
He was never afraid that the younger brother would lose, he was only afraid that the younger brother would not retire after learning.
The long-cherished wish of the master, the reputation of Feiyu Sword, and even the high expectations of the master are all burdens, enough to crush the weak shoulders.
The younger brothers who grew up under such pressure, put the honor of the sect first in everything, and would rather be seriously injured by the opponent's sword than retreat.
Cheng Tianyu stood on the ring, as if facing a thousand troops.
He knew that his sword strength was weak, and the opponent's sword intent was blazing. This is already predictable.
But his expression was stern, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes.
Seeing that it is about to face the opponent's sword directly.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Tianyu retreated quickly!
Fei Yu Jian's sword momentum turned straight, cutting out the back path for him from the thousands of troops!
Because at the last moment, he inexplicably remembered what Senior Brother Zhong said,
"Sometimes it takes more wisdom and courage to step back than to move forward."
Cheng Tianyu withdrew. With a sword on the ground, standing with difficulty.
It turned out that being able to retreat in such a sword situation has exhausted his last real energy and mind.
It is conceivable that if he did not retreat just now, he would be seriously injured.
The sword roar stopped abruptly, and when the sword power was exhausted, it retreated like Ming Jin.
A gap opened in the stone platform.
Duan Chongxuan wiped off the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, "Accepted."
There was an exclamation from the audience.
Many people recovered from the shock and began to exclaim.
"Do you know what sword that is?"
"I don't know, never seen..."
"It looks like a kind of marksmanship to me."
Everyone could hear that 'acceptance' was a polite word, but Cheng Tianyu replied seriously, "No. I lost."
He retracted his sword and scabbed it and walked off the ring. Song Tang and Zhong Shan were already waiting to help him.
He lowered his head and looked depressed, "Senior brother, I lost."
Zhong Shan said, "No, you did a good job."
Song Tang smiled and patted his head, and added, "You didn't get irritated by your opponent, and you didn't push yourself back. You are better than yourself."
So Cheng Tianyu also laughed.
When the disciples of the Qinglu Sword Sect heard it, they came up to congratulate their younger brother.
Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue helped Duan Chongxuan down.
Although he won, the last sword was too sharp, and there was a hint of backlash.
Duan Chongxuan waved his hand, indicating that he was fine, and laughed bloody mouth.
The Cangya Mountain disciples laughed along with him, and the female cultivator of Lianjian Sect blushed and handed out a handkerchief.
The breeze shakes the shadows of the elm trees. It's sunny in summer.
Like these young people in their youth.
In their ups and downs in their future lives, folding flowers will eventually become a trivial matter.
But they will remember.
There was a battle at Chongming Mountain, and there were no losers in that battle.