Who is fighting

(This chapter was very difficult to write. I always wanted to write something unique and thought-provoking, so I deleted and edited it many times. If you like it, please poke it lightly and give it a thumbs up!)

This time the bell rang suddenly, which was very unexpected.Zhang Xingkong's first reaction was "Who is ringing the bell indiscriminately" - the sword practice bell is very important, except for ringing on time every morning, at other times, non-management masters are not allowed to move, or, like today, there are enemies It is a special case to warn of an intrusion.

At this moment, the second bell rang again.

Zhang Xingkong suddenly turned around and ordered two guard disciples to go and see what was going on.If anyone who rings the bell without authorization is found, he will take it down immediately and deal with it according to the law.

The two disciples were killed and rushed back to the inner mansion.

Not to mention here, the life-and-death battle between Pan Dongliu and Liang Qiufeng below has reached a fever pitch, and the result is about to be completely resolved.

The Cangxue knife in Fan Dongliu's hand was as sharp as a thorn, and the knife did not leave Liang Qiufeng's throat, chest and abdomen and other vital points. It only needed a small opening to cut him into pieces.

Life and death are sealed!

All the people from the three major sects showed happy smiles on their faces. They arranged for Fan Dongliu to challenge Liang Qiufeng by name. What they wanted was this moment, and what they wanted was to put this strong riser of the Sword House in front of everyone in the Sword House. The genius boy was hacked to death.

Hearty revenge, nothing more.

As for inflicting a heavy morale blow on the other side, it's not a problem. When Liang Qiufeng's blood splashed five steps, it was the time when the fighting spirit of the Sword House disciples dissipated.

A sinister smile appeared on Fan Dongliu's face, and he shouted loudly: "Liang Qiufeng, everything is over, this end is your own fault."

Looking back at the beginning, he cherished his talents and wanted to recruit the other party twice, but it was a pity that Liang Qiufeng didn't appreciate it.If you don't appreciate it, you can't blame others.

The saber's posture changed suddenly, and he used a unique move "Snow falls in the mountains and the wind is rustling", the blade slanted and struck from an angle that was extremely difficult to guard against, intending to cut Liang Qiufeng in two.

When the bell rang, Liang Qiufeng was obviously distracted, and when he heard the second bell, he was even more in a trance.But now, at the moment of life and death, he stabbed fiercely with the wounded sword in his hand.

Point sword style!

This time the sword-pointing style was sharper and more decisive than any previous ones, and it contained an indomitable momentum, with no enemy but no self.

This is actually a way of killing each other!

Fan Dongliu frowned, if he slashed solidly with his sword, he could certainly kill Liang Qiufeng; but he may not be able to completely dodge the opponent's sudden sword strike.Not to mention hurting both sides, even being injured by the tip of Liang Qiufeng's sword is not beautiful.

Thinking like this, he took a brisk step back to temporarily avoid the edge.

However, Liang Qiufeng did not take advantage of the victory to pursue him, he retracted his wrist, pointed the tip of the sword down to the ground, and stood solemnly, with a vague expression on his face, as if he was thinking about something.

Right now, in the decisive battle of life and death, the battle situation is changing rapidly, and he actually hangs his sword and thinks about "life"!

Is he stupid, or crazy?

The countless fighters who have followed this battle, their cultivation bases are high and low, and their ages are old and young, but there is no doubt that they are all people with extremely rich actual combat and extensive experience.However, no one had ever encountered such a situation before, nor had they seen a person like Liang Qiufeng.

On the side of Jianfu, Wu Gumei stomped her feet anxiously: "What is this kid doing? He can't concentrate at such a critical moment, and he has become too fuzzy."

Zhang Jiangshan smacked his lips: "Here it is, here it is again, this junior brother Liang, why can't people worry?"

Fan Dongliu felt despised, and shouted angrily, "You're courting death!"

Cangxue Dao danced, as if the remaining snow in the sky was blown by strong winds, and attacked with a bang—the second unique move "Snow Night Mountain Remnant Thinking of the Old".

A strong wind blew, blowing Liang Qiufeng's hair and clothes in the distance.

when!

The third bell rang in my ears.

Hearing the sound of the bell, Liang Qiufeng seemed to have realized something again, and with a sword casually, he made another move of "pointing the sword".

The second time the sword was drawn, there seemed to be no change in speed, but the aura of invulnerability and invincibility contained in it was stronger and stronger.

Fan Dongliu's heart trembled, and he even had the illusion that Liang Qiufeng's same sword was only a moment apart, but there was a feeling of reaching perfection in the realm.

what happened?

Facing this sword, Fan Dongliu felt a huge sense of crisis like never before, feeling that if his knife could not cut the opponent, Liang Qiufeng's sword would pierce his own throat.

Late strike?

He took a long breath and had no choice but to retreat until he was five zhang away before he escaped from the range of the sword.

Whoa!

The onlookers spoke in unison and let out a wave of exclamation.Many people didn't see clearly what happened. They only knew that Liang Qiufeng, who was suppressed to death, drew his sword and forced Fan Dongliu back.

How is this going?

Yun Mojiang and other sect leaders had such vicious eyes, their pupils constricted, and murmured in disbelief: "How is it possible? In just a few breaths, Liang Qiufeng's understanding of the way of swords has undergone a radical change. Compared with a sword, it is simply incomparable."

They have never heard of such a mysterious situation.

Could it be that Liang Qiufeng comprehended on the spot and gradually grasped the essence of the way of swordsmanship?

No, it's impossible, no matter how outstanding his talent is, no matter how evil he is, it's impossible to achieve this step.

There is a saying of "epiphany" in the journey of martial arts.But this epiphany must be built on the basis of long-term and profound accumulation, and it is absolutely impossible to fly without learning to walk.

How old is Liang Qiufeng?How many years have you learned swords?It's unimaginable to be able to grasp the prototype of the sword intent, but the two swords he used to push back Fan Dongliu have obviously gradually got rid of the prototype of the sword intent, and almost touched the edge of the true sword intent.

Most importantly, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Liang Qiufeng had tried his best in the previous decisive battle between the two, and it was indeed no match for Fan Dongliu. The gap was very obvious.But after such a short period of effort, Liang Qiufeng looked as if he had taken Shiquan Dabu pills, his hair was radiant, and his progress in swordsmanship was astonishing.

Could it be that during the period, someone gave him guidance, so it became completely different.

Who, who the hell?

In an instant, many people's first reaction was the white-haired old man who appeared out of nowhere.But soon, the guess was rejected: it doesn't matter whether the old man is a master or not, but the old man came and went faster before, and he only talked a few words with Liang Qiufeng, and did nothing.

If Liang Qiufeng could comprehend the essence of swordsmanship just by saying a few words, then he must be a god.

This is simply impossible.

But putting aside all kinds of things, there are no other clues to be found. The whole thing is like a mystery, which is maddening.

On the other hand, Jianfu's side was surprised but delighted.They thought it was unwise for Liang Qiufeng to rashly agree to fight with Fan Dongliu, but now they saw that Liang Qiufeng was not only alive and well, but also faintly showed that he had the strength to compete with Fan Dongliu .

As for why this strength suddenly came out, they were too lazy to think about it.

Standing in the distance, Fan Dongliu pointed at the tip of his knife, and for the first time there was a solemn expression on his face.Suddenly, he realized that he couldn't understand Liang Qiufeng a little bit. For the first time, his judgment of his strength appeared confused, like looking at a flower in a fog, it was very unreal.

It shouldn't have felt like this.

Liang Qiufeng obviously only had the eighth stage of strength, after a fierce battle just now, the details of his swordsmanship were also explored clearly, but what happened to those two swords just now?

What made people feel even more speechless was that after swiping two swords to force Fan Dongliu back, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Liang Qiufeng stood still, frowning, looking at the ground for a while, and the sky for a while, The eyes flashing across the meaning of thinking is like facing a very profound and mysterious problem, trying hard to find the answer.

This appearance really made the people in the Sword Mansion sweat a lot, and it even made the dark fighters on the opposite side go crazy.

At this moment, Liang Qiufeng was completely unaware of the attention and views of the outside world.He had heard the first chime of the bell before, and as expected, there was a sense of martial art in the chime——a sense of swordsmanship about the "sword pointing style".

Although it was still a bit vague, it was not like what he heard when he sat on the back of Moyun Goshawk last time.This time it's not fragmented, it's very complete.

The thought entered the brain with the sound of the bell, and merged with the original perception fragments, and the understanding of the sword style jumped to a higher level.

That's why there was the first sword to force Fan Dongliu back at an emergency.

Then the second bell rang, and this time, those kendo ideas became clearer in the ears, and what they saw with the eyes seemed to be imprinted in the mind, and the understanding went to a higher level.

Therefore, what was shown was the second sword that forced Fan Dongliu back.

when!

The third bell rang with the wind, and the true meaning of swordsmanship contained in it became more and more clear, as if it had been painted into a picture, stroke by stroke, clearly.Appearing in my mind, that kind of feeling is mysterious and mysterious, which can only be understood, but cannot be expressed in words.

At this time, Liang Qiufeng naturally knew: This is the mysterious old man ringing the bell who was passing the sword through the sound of the bell.

Therefore, although there were tens of thousands of people present, everyone could hear the bell, but apart from Liang Qiufeng, no one else could know the secret inside the bell.

How could they understand Liang Qiufeng's current weird state, and what was going on?

The sound of a bell passing a sword is itself an unimaginable thing.

Fan Dongliu's eyes were shining, and he said word by word: "Liang Qiufeng, now I admit that you are qualified to be my opponent, but that's all."

After finishing speaking, his arms crackled and crackled, and a crisp sound like fried beans came from his body.It started from the ankles of both feet, then to the knee joints, and then to the tailbone... all the way up, and finally twisted the neck.

call!

A striking and domineering momentum emerged spontaneously, vaguely possessing substance, centered on Pandongliu, and aroused in all directions.

The momentum is raw and the dust is flying.

In a moment, a slightly concave shape appeared, and he was standing in the very center.It turned out that the aura aroused just now had blown away a layer of dust on the ground, forming such a vortex.

airway!

Infuriating outside.

Facing Liang Qiufeng, Fan Dongliu finally showed his true strength, striding forward, advancing to the Qi Dao level. (To be continued.)