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Sure enough, Zhang Guanzhu changed his move in the middle of the Immortal Guiding stab, his wrist turned like a waving flag, and the sword light suddenly turned into a huge millstone, crushing towards Cen Sanlin, which was equally unreasonable.

"Dang... Ding Ding Ding" there was a burst of intensive clashing sounds.

The sword energy splashed like fine rice,?Brief collision test,?The two retreated three steps back at the same time.

Zhang Wenfeng spun his feet outward, dispelling the huge impact force into the ground, a tinge of excitement surged up in his heart, he met his opponent, and the opponent's swordsmanship should be on par with his.

This kind of discussion is interesting.

He doesn't use supernatural powers, and it's difficult to win the opponent.

After all, the opponent is a sword cultivator who has advanced to the Gradient Realm. His vision and experience, as well as the control and use of the same Yuan Qi, are far beyond him, but it is not easy to beat him when suppressed to the same cultivation level.

Cen Sanlin shouted: "Come again!"

With a steady kick on the ground, his figure shot like an arrow, and he stabbed with his sword. The moment Zhang Guanzhu drew his sword to close and wrap, he flicked his wrist left and right, and the blade of the sword instantly pierced seven or eight sharp ghost images.

"Dangdang", knocked away the sword body on the opposite side, and stabbed the opponent with a double shadow, which made it hard to argue.

"Ding", Zhang Wenfeng stabbed with the tip of his sword, and used his strength to spin and flip into the air,?Dodge the deliberate ferocious attack,?He kicks his feet in the air as a millstone, ?He used the sword-sharpening style again, condescendingly using the double grinding discs to suppress, this is a new change he had pondered a few days ago.

All the means that can be used are to demonstrate strength, including one's own weight, and the difference between top and bottom.

Cen Sanlin blocked a few moves, which was too exhausting, so he had to dodge back defensively.

Zhang Wenfeng turned over and landed on the ground. They fought for two rounds, but it was still a tie.

"interesting!"

Cen Sanlin laughed loudly and swung his sword to attack again.

Challenging that perverted guy He Guangjun, he lost miserably every time, and he had to pay the price in blood. Fighting against Zhang Guanzhu was hearty and exhilarating.

Zhang Wenfeng raised his sword and stabbed flat, the difference between the two swords was less than a foot, and the sword light was suddenly dazzling.

A little bit of cold light turned into petals and danced, and the "Flying Flower Style" emerged from the flat stab, communicating with him with a trace of sword intent borrowed from the Ancient Scroll of Consciousness and Swords, hiding it and killing him.

He used all the sword skills he had learned during this period without any reservations. He didn't have to worry about Cen Sanlin's life. He needed a strong opponent to verify some of his sword skills assumptions.

The sword style is so beautiful that it is intoxicating, not like a scene in the world.

Cen Sanlin swung his horizontal sword, "Ding", his feet took the opportunity to drift back more than ten feet.

The colorful sword light followed after him, and he swung the broad sword in his hand again. With two consecutive "ding dong", he retreated three feet away. There was no room for retreat, and a line was drawn a few feet behind him.

The gorgeous sword light became more and more dazzling, and the broad sword in Cen Sanlin's hand suddenly let go as if he had put all his eggs in one basket.

Du Huijian, who was on the sidelines, rubbed his shoulders with a look of surprise on his face.

Xianyunke next to him muttered: "Excellent, only three tricks forced Boss Cen to come up with a unique trick!"

He lost to Guanzhu Zhang after only one move in the fight. The scholar originally felt aggrieved and dissatisfied, but now he just sighed. He thought he had found a way to deal with Guanzhu Zhang, but he probably took it for granted. Behind, there is a more powerful sword style, which he has no way to resist.

Zhang Wenfeng was taken aback, this is the sword skill of letting go.

It is similar to the flying fork thrown by the second-level martial artist back then. They all use their spiritual consciousness to perform the "object control technique" plus the power-transporting technique, and the distance is closer, and the danger is even more dangerous.

He withdrew his sword and retreated, swiping his sword twice without knocking down the wide sword. The seemingly extremely powerful throwing sword was as slippery as a fish.

Cen Sanlin, who was about to be forced out of the circle by him, took the opportunity to move sideways out of his attack range with his treacherous speed and pace, and appeared behind him, forming a back-to-back attack with the wandering sword in front of him.

Grabbing the sword formula with his hand, pointing at Guanzhu Zhang, the broad sword swiped across.

Zhang Wenfeng turned around and retreated to the right. He knew that this was a trap, deliberately calculated by Cen Sanlin, in order to draw him close to the line.

He twisted his wrist and used the sword sharpening posture again, and the broad sword fell to the ground with a "clang" by him. Slashed open, the blue light and yellowish light waves on his body bounced off the invisible sword intent.

He couldn't help but retreated three steps in a row, he was already close to the line, and his shoulder hurt, which forced him to use the magical power of the blue light reflection spell to protect.

It is very difficult to guard against the invisible sword intent. He needs to accumulate experience in dealing with the sword intent. The calm state of mind attached to the supernatural power will help him maintain a calm state at all times.

The wide sword on the ground "cracked" and flew up, and then launched a pincer attack with Cen Sanlin who was about two feet away from the bottom up.

It was the first time for Zhang Wenfeng to face such weird sword skills. He suddenly crossed the sword with his left hand and stabbed at the revived wide sword. His right hand pulled out the tailor-made millennium jujube sword from his waist, drawing an arc with a touch of dark red. From top to bottom, he volleyed towards Cen Sanlin.

The Zaomu sword is five feet two inches long, one and a half feet longer than the Bizhu sword he inherited from the Taoist temple.

According to Yun Qiuhe, in addition to jujube wood, a few rare wood materials were added to the body of the sword, making the jujube wood long sword as tough as metal without hindering the use of wood.

Holding the sword in both hands, stabbing and slashing, he used it in a calm state of mind, diverting his mind from two purposes, which was more harmonious than his usual practice of using two swords at the same time.

Cen Sanlin didn't have a weapon in his hand, so he didn't dare to block the opponent's blow with the wooden sword with his bare hands, so he knew the purpose of Zhang Guanzhu's two swords hanging around his waist.

He slid backwards under his feet, turned strangely, avoided a slash, and had already grasped the broad sword that had been stabbed upside down. Suddenly to the right, strange and unpredictable, fighting with Zhang Guanzhu with two swords using different sword techniques.

Zhang Wenfeng's speed and agility couldn't keep up, but the venue was too small, which restricted Cen Sanlin's agility.

He waved his sword casually, pointing east and west.

In a still state, the two swords are like two people casting them at the same time. The front and back are full of cyan and dark red sword lights, which are harmonious but different.

He no longer has the concept of winning or losing in his mind, and just fights swords with all his strength.

The two turned from one end to the other like a windmill, and then turned to the south, chasing and fighting each other.

The sound of "Ding Dong" was endless, and the battle became more courageous, and there was no moment to separate and retreat.

The two sides use offense instead of defense, and use defense as offense, attacking all the time, attacking and killing each other, without any scruples.

Xianyunke was dumbfounded, this is...too strong!

Until then, he was completely convinced.

He was suppressed from the beginning to the end by Zhang Guanzhu's sword, because he has this strength and vision.

Even if he used his ultimate move, he still couldn't change the result of being defeated, and he immediately felt better.

Yun Qiuhe hadn't seen Zhang Guanzhu fighting with others for a long time, and secretly sighed, He Guangjun is not a good person, but his vision is still good, Zhang Guanzhu's swordsmanship talent is indeed outstanding.

Compared with He Guangjun's first sword fight, his sword skills are no longer the same.

She could see that Cen Sanlin had slowly used up some of his cultivation in the Gradient Realm, that's all, men were competitive, and her notarization was just a display, let them have a good fight, let's talk about it when it's over.

Only Yue Anyan was a little worried. The host was sick, and the desperate discussion like this made his condition worse. If Dr. Ji dragged on for a few days, he would suffer a lot.

At this moment, she could only watch helplessly.

Chapter 211 Nine Palaces Flying Star Step

The sword light intertwined like a rainbow, and the two figures suddenly stepped back and separated, and stepped out of the line almost at the same time.

The white gauze wrapped around Cen Sanlin's right shoulder was punctured, and blood slowly soaked and faded away. He didn't care about the wound bursting, and sighed: "It's been a long time since I've had such a good time! I wish I had met Guanzhu Zhang sooner."

He originally wanted to fight for a while longer, but Zhang Guanzhu used the move of killing each other,?He had no choice but to suffer, and ended the fierce sword fight that lasted for nearly a word at the corner.

Opponents are hard to find, if you meet a comparable opponent earlier, you can learn from each other a few more times.

He was afraid that he had already broken through the bottleneck and advanced to the Fading Realm, so why did he delay it until February this year?

Yun Qiuhe rolled his eyes, at this time last year,?Zhang Guanzhu didn't even reach the state of energy transformation, right?Can you believe it?

Flying to float to the side of Zhang Guanzhu who was supporting his body with his sword, Yue Anyan also ran over eagerly.

Zhang Wenfeng was also hit by a sword at the right shoulder,?The robe was torn, but he was not injured. He had a dust-cleaning robe to protect himself, and Cen Sanlin restrained himself, so he couldn't help coughing violently.

At the end of the sword fight, his Yuan Qi was consumed too much, and the magic power of the blue light reflection spell also failed.

Sensing that the witchcraft in his body was deteriorating rapidly, he hurriedly forced Cen Sanlin to end in a draw. He wanted to use wood energy to control it, but in the end he couldn't do it. The balance was broken due to too much deficiency of Yuan Qi, and he couldn't suppress the root cause of the disease for a while.

"Uh...this..."

Cen Sanlin didn't know what happened, he didn't even use his sword intent in the last strike.

After a while, the cough subsided, Zhang Wenfeng sheathed his sword, and the curse in his heart increased by about one point,?He clasped his fists and explained: "Zhang's old injury has recurred, so it's not suitable to fight for a long time. Daoist Cen Haihan, we didn't enjoy this time, so we can only come back next time. Three Daoist priests, please serve tea in the West Palace and talk about it."

He tried to speak lightly, without deliberately highlighting anything.

It is a rare opportunity for a swordsman who is almost as different from his level to learn swordsmanship. Through fighting swords without any scruples, he used some inspirations from his practice and pondering some time ago to discard the rough and extract the essence, making the sword skills more mature and closer to "fitting with the body" took a step.

Hearing this, Cen Sanlin clasped his fists and apologized, "It's all because Cen lost his temper and didn't hold back, which caused Zhang Daoyou to relapse from your old injury. Forgive me. I don't know if you have consulted a doctor before? If not, Cen is willing to do it for you." Ask a powerful doctor to come and heal your wounds."

Whether it is a monk or a swordsman,?As long as it wasn't a severed limb, ordinary injuries wouldn't hurt them too much.

Most afraid of internal organs, meridians or the sea of ​​consciousness falling to the root of the disease,?That's called trouble.

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, Doctor Ji from the county city has been helping me see a doctor, this time I have to trouble her again."

They walked to the west hall together, Yue Anyan lagged behind, she let the apprentices go down the mountain after watching three sword fights, especially the last one, and she had to accompany the guests on the mountain.

After being seated, Cen Sanlin didn't mention the outcome, and talked with Zhang Guanzhu about the process of the match.

After a fierce fight, the two cherished each other and got closer invisibly. They exchanged views without reservation, and occasionally disagreed.

Yun Qiuhe was originally talking to Du Huijian in a low voice, but before he knew it, both of them stopped talking and listened.

Almost an hour later, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly covered his mouth and turned his head, coughing violently uncontrollably, with sweat dripping from his forehead, the coughing took a long time to stop.

Yun Qiuhe suggested: "Guanzhu Zhang, I will issue a summons to ask Dr. Ji to come over and say that the root cause of your witch curse has recurred, and the situation is relatively serious."

She deliberately said the word witch curse, so that the guests would disperse.

The guest went to the host, Zhang Guanzhu's condition is not optimistic, and he needs to recuperate and adjust his breath.

Zhang Wenfeng looked inside and saw that the scarlet silk witchcraft relapsed violently. It took only a short time for a second trace to appear. He thought for a moment and said, "Let's see it tomorrow. I'll try to see how effective the suppression is."

Yun Qiuhe cast an angry look, and said, "Don't be brave, Dr. Ji will not trouble you if he makes a trip."

Cen Sanlin hurriedly stood up and offered to leave. He didn't expect that Guanzhu Zhang was under a witch's spell, and the sound of coughing hurt his lungs. He followed Du Huijian who got up.

Du Huijian took out a wooden box from his rucksack and handed it to Cen Sanlin.

Gu Jia

"Guanzhu Zhang, you and I hit it off right away, and Cen has benefited a lot from the three matches. Please accept this footwork secret book."

"The discussion between us ended in a draw, and there was no winner..."

"Haha, Zhang Guanzhu is putting gold on Cen's face to save face. The secret book is a gift to a confidant, and there is no other miscellaneous talk. After Zhang Guanzhu's injury is completely recovered, let's let go of the discussion and let's not bother today!"

Hearing what Cen Sanlin said, Zhang Wenfeng held the wooden box containing the secret book with both hands, and said, "I will definitely do it next time."

Du Huijian cupped his fists and interjected: "Guanzhu Zhang, I am honored to have an exchange today, please give me some advice."

After watching Guanzhu Zhang and Boss Cen's contest, she knew that she would not have the opportunity to compete with Guanzhu Zhang next time, because the two swordsmanship cultivation levels were far apart, so she took the time to ask for advice.

Zhang Wenfeng replied and asked: "You have discussed with Taoist He, what did he say at the beginning?"

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Du Huijian's face, and he said in a low voice: "He Daochang told me to be less fancy and concentrate on swordsmanship."

Yun Qiuhe said angrily: "Don't listen to He Guangjun's nonsense, you don't necessarily have to be like him to be called swordsmanship? Everyone has their own fate, how can there be any fixed method?"

She hated He Guangjun's arrogant attitude and his superior attitude.

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "Sword dancing skills are pretty good, 'make the sword bind yourself, break the sword and come out', you may try a thing or two."

He has learned some insights from sword dancing skills, which can be supplemented and perfected to his sword skills, but it takes time to slowly ponder and absorb.

There are similarities between the sword sharpening style and the sword dance skill. The other party sincerely asked for advice, so he borrowed two sentences from the exercise to communicate, and changed a word. The meaning can be diverged and understood in many ways. How does he know if it is useful for Du Huijian? .

If he wants to make others touch or even break the bottleneck, he can't do it, and besides, how can there be such a cheap and good thing?

It is all accumulated enough that there is a chance to comprehend by analogy.

Du Huijian cupped his fists and retreated thinking.

Xianyunke opened his mouth, and found that he was the least qualified to speak. He lost one move, how could he communicate with others?

Throw someone to death, that's all, don't say much.

A group of people went down the mountain and sent Cen Sanlin and the other three away. Yun Qiuhe was going to entertain the Three Musketeers and accompanied them back to the city.

Yue Anyan walked side by side with the temple master on the gravel road, she didn't show any worry on her face, and said: "Monastery master, if you have something to do, go there, I can take care of it, Wei Jingjie and the others can also help."

Zhang Wenfeng nodded, looked at his senior sister, and said with a smile: "I'm really fine, don't worry."

"In short, safety is the main priority, don't hold on."

"Forget it."

The two separated at the fork in the road, and Yue Anyan walked west towards the Qingzheng Courtyard.

Zhang Wenfeng went up the mountain and returned to the West Hall, opened the wooden box, and inside was a secret book called "Nine Palaces Flying Star Steps", judging from its newness, it was a transcribed version.

He was slightly stunned. In his previous life, there were "Nine Palaces Flying Stars" with nine stars matching ten heavenly stems and nine palaces, the Fengshui bureau of flying against the sky, the Sanqi Liuyi Qimen Dunjia technique, and so on. He did not expect to be able to find it here See a book on footwork related to it.

Turning the pages of the book, after reading the prologue, and then turning a few more pages, a gleam of joy appeared in his eyes.