My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 150 Weird

As one of the two great mountains of practitioners in Dayan, the Sword Sect's inner disciples are obviously also the focus of attention, such as Zhou Xuanyuan, who has a great reputation in Dayan.

However, he has a great reputation. Apart from his own strength, people talk about the fact that he was originally a wandering man, and ended up meeting the 200-year-old Tong Lao, and the romance that ensued therein is what people talk about most.

Later I heard that the sword master's heart was tarnished because of this, but in fact, that experience made this young man, who had lived in the mountains with swords as his companion since childhood, more popular, which was not necessarily a bad thing.

After all, he is just a man. If he were a woman, her fame and popularity would probably go even higher.

Although he was defeated by an unknown female swordsman with only two swords recently, this topic is not widely circulated. People make mistakes and horses stumble. Sword moves are inherently changeable. An ordinary defeat does not seem to be a big deal. Of course, it is more because the match ended too quickly. The few onlookers could not see the mystery of the sword moves. They just felt a flash before their eyes. Everything happened too fast. I don't know where to start if I want to brag about it.

Perhaps the fame of this Sword Sect prodigy is greater than his strength, but it does not mean that Zhou Xuanyuan is a useless person.

The sword force was like rain, pouring down.

Whether it is versatility or lethality, or even the beauty of the mysterious moves, they all have it all.

In the eyes of everyone, it was truly an extremely superb sword technique.

Ye Wuyou admired silently in his heart, then he held the knife to block while glancing around out of the corner of his eye.

Isn't that little stutterer here?

That's right, given her personality, she would never get involved in these fights. After all, she can't get on stage and not even be able to explain her name clearly.

"I am here... Lu Lu Caiwei, please teach me..."

This scene suddenly occurred to Ye Wuyou's mind, and he felt a ripple in his originally calm and boring heart, and he actually laughed out loud.

But all this happened during the fight. Zhou Xuanyuan finally frowned and took advantage of the opportunity of close combat to speak suddenly with an extremely displeased tone.

"why are you laughing?"

Along with the voice of the words came an extremely sharp and chilling sword energy, which was thin and wispy, but extremely sharp.

Ye Wuyou kept his blade horizontal to block the attack the entire time, without making any move. However, this sword move finally pushed him back. He staggered slightly, with confusion in his eyes.

This guy is so rude. Do I not even have the right to laugh?
Can't you see that you are beating me?

"Please be serious, sir!"

The edge of Zhou Xuanyuan's sword changed again and again. It was no longer as subtle as before, but it was sharp, and he obviously felt that he was offended.

Ye Wuyou finally retracted his gaze, cut off a sliver of the dragon-like aura that was attacking him with the blade, and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Why don't you use your killing move?"

"Where is your phantom image? Is it not there? That shouldn't be the case, right?"

Finally, seeing that Zhou Xuanyuan remained calm and obviously had a very good demeanor, Ye Wuyou thought about what his master had said before and added.

"That's it?"

When the taboo words unique to the Sword Sect sounded, Zhou Xuanyuan's expression finally changed.

Ye Wuyou actually wanted to be serious. In just half a cup of tea, he had already secretly learned three sword moves from the opponent, but in the end he felt that they were tasteless and it was a pity to throw them away.

The sword move that was like rainstorm looked extremely powerful and mysterious. In fact, it was extremely mysterious. It must have taken a lot of effort to learn it.

But in fact, it looks good but is not practical. It may be invincible in beating weak enemies, but when facing practitioners at the same or similar level as yourself, its power seems too scattered. It is not the most effective way to kill the enemy, at least it cannot be called a killing move.

It cannot be compared with Lu Caiwei's teaching of "The Blue Dragon Emerging from the Water" and "The Sword Rising from the Wind and Thunder" in essence.

He actually wanted to display some fancy and gorgeous moves and magical powers, but Ye Wuyou didn't know how to do it.

Without the so-called solid foundation of diligent study and practice, he really couldn't do such delicate and profound things. All the magical powers that Ye Wuyou had mastered and used during his practice so far were the most brutal killing moves.

It is said that after reaching the middle third realm, sword cultivators can take people's heads with flying swords. What kind of sword moves will Lu Caiwei develop by then?
Ye Wuyou has already started looking forward to it.

But Zhou Xuanyuan has already begun to explode.

The aura belonging to the peak of the third realm of Yaoguang was finally revealed without any concealment, along with a faint shadow of a Dharma image emerging behind him.

Ye Wuyou's expression finally became serious, with anticipation in his eyes.

He had tried hard to focus his attention elsewhere, on the one hand because the opponent's sword moves were not threatening, and on the other hand he was constantly suppressing the inexplicable restlessness in his heart. When did this strange feeling arise?

It seemed like he was just daydreaming after chatting with the purple-robed Xu Qingyuan yesterday?
Or perhaps it was the abnormal restlessness caused by seeing countless lives annihilated by Lu Qingshan's hand earlier?
Or was it in the underground palace of Yong'an Temple before...

Yes, yes, and these beasts from the sect, why can they now sit safely on the high platform and sit around watching me perform for them?

But now it seems we can get serious.

hum...

A feeling of being locked in rose up in Ye Wuyou's heart.

His right eye focused its gaze, and in his sight, starting with Zhou Xuanyuan in front of him, circles of ripples were faintly rippling in the air, and the auras were almost invisibly spreading out from each other, and then quickly turned into silk threads, invisibly entwining the two of them.

It seemed that no matter how Ye Wuyou dodged, he could not avoid this sword.

This is the real killer move! Ye Wuyou has learned it!

For a moment, Ye Wuyou couldn't think of how to avoid the sword.

But...why is it so slow?
Soon, Ye Wuyou found out.

After Zhou Xuanyuan finished the preparations which seemed long but were actually very fast to Ye Wuyou, he did not draw his sword. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly, looked stern, and spoke.

"I have been practicing swordsmanship since I was young, and I realized the way of swordsmanship at the age of thirteen..."

"I understand you..."

It felt extremely absurd. Are you still reciting your opening remarks to me?
This sword of yours can clearly defeat me fairly.

Ye Wuyou laughed out of anger.

In the end, I couldn't suppress my irritable mood.

He raised his hand gently.

With a light pointing of the blade, the Qi in the acupoints throughout the body reversed in an instant and gathered on the blade. The legs that were stepping on the ground suddenly paused, and the next second all the Qi that had stopped and flowed backwards poured out, along with the flash of the blade. The feet flew up, but the legs never left the ground at all.

The figure followed the sword light, and suddenly a sword light as fine as a silk thread but extremely clear appeared in the wide field.

The blue dragon emerges from the water.

Zhou Xuanyuan's expression changed slightly, but he finally stopped hesitating and suddenly thrust out a sword.

The sword that could not be dodged must have definitely hit the opponent.

But why didn't the opponent's move hit him? Why did it miss?

Thoughts last only a moment.

There was a whistling sound behind my head.

Zhou Xuanyuan turned around suddenly, only to see that figure already behind him, slashing out with a knife that was filled with an extremely powerful aura like a whirlpool.

The blade suddenly rises up, and the sword rises like wind and thunder!
Zhou Xuanyuan's pupils shrank.

The expected horror did not come.

But he still fainted.

Ye Wuyou didn't know when the blade turned into the handle. The almost vortex-like energy was stagnated by him, and then he hit Zhou Xuanyuan's forehead hard with the handle of the knife.

There was an obvious sword wound on the right shoulder, and it was painful.

It was this pain that made Ye Wuyou sober up a little and stop his hand.

He walked off the stage silently, thinking carefully about what had just happened.

The Qi flow was normal and did not speed up. There were also some other thoughts, and the narration occasionally made a few barking noises, but they were not any important indications.

I have never entered the so-called state of selflessness, I am just feeling irritable.

So what's going on?
(End of this chapter)