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Chapter 60 The brilliance in the sword
  The moment Wang Huan drew his sword, his momentum filled the sword training room.

All the windows and doors in the sword training room have been tightly closed.

All the light comes from seventy-two candlesticks.

But at this moment, Wang Huan's sword seemed to be brighter than the seventy-two candles put together!

Di Qinglin looked at the candles on both sides and gently put down the Spirit Dragon Soft Sword.

"You also have a master?"

"Ying Wuwu didn't tell you?"

"Ying Wuwu said that your swordsmanship is the Kunlun School's 'Flying Dragon Nine Styles', but he thinks that no one in the Kunlun School can teach a disciple like you!"

"Why not? Maybe my swordsmanship is better than that of my master. It is not strange for a disciple to be better than his master. Don't you also be better than Ying Wuwu?"

"So you must talk about your master?"

"must."

Di Qinglin suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, then you speak and I listen."

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  Wang Huan started from a very subtle statement.

"The Kunlun School's 'Flying Dragon Nine Styles', the Bashan Gu family's 'Hui Feng Dancing Willow Sword', and the Wudang School's 'Liang Yi Sword Technique' are listed as the three major sword techniques of Taoism. Each of the three sword techniques has its own uniqueness !”

Di Qinglin said: "I heard Ying Wuwu say that many years ago, Lan Yichen had a decisive battle with Taoist Gu at the top of Cangshan Mountain in southern Yunnan. He won, so the return of Dancing the Willow Sword may not be that great. "

There were insinuations in his words. Although he was talking about "Dancing the Willow Sword in the Returning Wind" as being ineffective, he actually meant that the so-called "Three Great Sword Techniques of Xuanmen" were no more than that.

Wang Huan said: "Otherwise."

Di Qinglin said: "Oh?"

Wang Huan said: "These three swordsmanships are juxtaposed because they have many things in common."

Di Qinglin asked: "What do they have in common?"

Wang Huan said: "They all have a long heritage, are very famous, and have authentic origins."

No one can say that these three swordsmanships have not been passed down for a long time, are not well-known, and the swordsmanship is not authentic enough.

Di Qinglin said: "This is not a standard to measure whether a sword technique is powerful or not."

Wang Huan said: "Of course not. However, they have one thing in common. That is, every once in a while, a very powerful and amazing person will emerge from these three swordsmanships!"

Di Qinglin said: "Oh? For example?"

Wang Huandao: "The strength of Bashan's Taoist Gu in the past dynasties varies greatly, but there are many 'Taoist Gu' who were among the top ten swordsmen in the world at that time."

Di Qinglin must admit this.

Wang Huan added: "Liangyi swordsmanship is often used by Wudang masters. Although there are masters like Xu Qingteng among Wudang masters, there are also gods like Patriarch Sanfeng!"

No one would dare to deny the ancient and modern magical skills of "The Patriarch of Wudang Zhang Sanfeng"!
  But Di Qinglin said: "What you said is right, but there is one thing wrong."

Wang Huan said: "What's wrong?"

Di Qinglin said: "Kunlun's Feilong Dajiu has never produced a decent master. Many leaders of the Kunlun sect can only practice the seventh and eighth movements."

Wang Huan said: "Now we have it! Now there is a very powerful master among the inheritors of Feilong Dajiu swordsmanship, who has few swordsmen enemies!"

Di Qinglin asked: "Who?"

Wang Huan said: "Me."

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  When Di Qinglin heard Wang Huan say that he was the powerful inheritor of the "Flying Dragon Dajiu Style", he did not laugh.

He thought it was indeed possible.

Wang Huan did not tell any jokes.

With his record of defeating Ying Wuwu, he is already qualified to have a place in the world of swordsmanship!
  Di Qinglin suddenly said: "I remember you said you wanted to talk about your master. What does this have to do with your master?"

Wang Huan said: "Don't worry, I will talk about my master soon."

Di Qinglin said: "Okay."

He really held his temper and waited for Wang Huan to continue talking.

This is not an easy task for the proud Di Qinglin. He never likes to listen to nonsense. But this time he made an exception for Wang Huan.

Wang Huan continued: "My master is the Kunlun master you said is not a powerful person. His Taoist name is Tiangang Taoist. He only practiced the Feilong Dajiu form to the eighth form 'Four Sea Dragon Travel'!"

"Perhaps he is not even very proficient in the 'Four Sea Dragon Travel' move."

Di Qinglin said: "It seems that he is not as good as you."

Wang Huan said: "But he is amazing!"

Di Qinglin's eyes shrank.

Wang Huan said word by word: "I think he is great, he is perseverant, thrifty, and benevolent. He is indeed my master, and he is great. I have always respected him!"

Di Qinglin said slowly: "What position have you reached in the 'Flying Dragon Dajiu'?"

Wang Huan said: "I have only practiced to the eighth position."

Di Qinglin said: "You have not surpassed your master."

Wang Huan said: "Yes, I did not surpass him."

Di Qinglin said: "I have surpassed my master."

Wang Huan said: "Not only did you surpass him, but you also killed him!"

Di Qinglin said: "Do you think Taoist Tiangang is more powerful, or do you think Ying Wuwu is more powerful?"

Wang Huan said: "I can't say for sure, maybe Ying Wuwu's swordsmanship is better!"

Di Qinglin suddenly said: "Then why are you discussing swords with me?"

Wang Huan shouted: "I will use the eighth posture to argue with you!"

Whoosh!
  Wang Huan moved and flew straight in front of Di Qinglin!

Di Qinglin's Spiritual Dragon Soft Sword shook, and the sky-wide purple light shook out from his hand, just like the brilliant purple sunset under the setting sun!
  The deadly sunset!
  There are no words to describe the brilliance of this sword!
  This sword is exactly the sword technique of Ying Wuwu!
  But Ying Wuwu will never reach such a height!

Because in Ying Wuwu's hands, this is just a sword technique used by a "blind man", but in Di Qinglin's hands, this is a sword technique used by a "eyesed" person!
  Ying Wuwu didn't dare to look, for fear of losing himself, but Di Qinglin dared!

So Di Qinglin can surpass Ying Wuwu's achievements in swordsmanship!

Whoa!
  The sword light has filled the whole room.

The soft spirit dragon sword seems to be able to reach any place illuminated by candlelight at any time.

This kind of swordsmanship is not only as fascinating as the sunset, but also has a twilight atmosphere like the sunset.

Sunset, sunset, twilight.

The meaning of twilight energy is often death!

Wang Huan's entire figure was swallowed up in this sunset-like light.

When the light dies out, will he die?
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  Wang Huan is not dead.

Because there is more than one figure of him!
  In the splendor of the sunset, in the swaying of candlelight, and between the flickering of light and shadow, his figure was vague and blurry, as if there were four double images, divided into four directions: east, south, west and north!

He struck out with swords in four directions!
  The power of the sword is like the sea, and the movement is like a dragon!
  This is the eighth form of the "Flying Dragon Dajiu Forms" - Four Seas Dragon Travel!
  Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding
  Although Wang Huan only fired four swords, the sound of two swords clashing could be heard endlessly. I don’t know how many times!
  The sword light that was originally the Spirit Dragon's soft sword was about to engulf him.

When the four body movements changed and the four swords were thrust out, Wang Huan's sword movement turned into Wang Huan's sword movement and shattered Di Qinglin's sword technique!

The light gradually faded.

The seventy-two candles were still shaken by the sword energy, and the whole sword training room seemed to be shaking.

By the time the candlelight had completely stabilized, blood was already flowing on the smooth tile floor.

The blood is as red as a candle!

Di Qinglin's left shoulder was pierced by the green steel sword!

Tick, tick.

Bright blood followed the wound and dyed his white clothes red.

"Your clothes will still get dirty after all."

(End of this chapter)