In the past month, Xuan Qing had been practicing her swordsmanship and improving rapidly. It was naturally related to Feng Qingyang, the grandmaster of swordsmanship. Feng Qingyang had been focusing on the Nine Beyond the Swords for decades and naturally had his own unique insights.
" Senior Feng, how about we spar?" Xuanqing Sword Technique had encountered a bottleneck, so naturally, she wanted to break through it through battle comprehension. In fact, Xuan Qing was only missing an opportunity. If she consumed her luck points, she would be able to cross this hurdle very quickly. However, Xuan Qing still wanted to accumulate more luck points and break through in one fell swoop.
The more luck points accumulated, the greater the effect. After all, luck points were only used to assist people in comprehending the Dao. The support needed to be under the condition that Xuan Qing had a foundation. The better the foundation, the stronger the support effect.
" Alright, I see that you're almost able to merge all your attacks into one. Let's see how good you are." Feng Qingyang was also very interested in Xuan Qing. He had personally witnessed Xuan Qing's rapid progress in the past month and wanted to give it a try.
Feng Qingyang pulled down two three-foot-long branches from the tree and threw one to Xuan Qing." Use this. I haven't fought seriously with anyone for many years."
Xuan Qing took the tree branch and released her Genuine Qi. The tree branch straightened like a sharp sword. In fact, at Xuan Qing's level, even if she held a tree branch, it would not be inferior to an iron sword. Of course, it was a different story for a divine weapon.
Xuan Qing looked at Feng Qingyang. Feng Qingyang seemed to be standing leisurely in front of Xuan Qing, like an ordinary old man. However, in Xuan Qing's eyes, he was like an unsheathed sword.
In Xuan Qing's eyes, Feng Qingyang had no flaws at all. However, just because there were no flaws didn't mean that Xuan Qing couldn't create one.
With a flash of sword light, Xuan Qing took a step forward. The tree branch was like a sharp sword, piercing straight towards Feng Qingyang's throat. This move was not fancy at all, it was just a straight stab. The key point was speed, to the extreme of Xuan Qing's speed.
In the world of martial arts, only speed cannot be broken.
Facing this sword, Feng Qingyang didn't dare to be negligent. He also stabbed straight at Xuan Qing's sword.
Naturally, Xuan Qing would not fight against Feng Qingyang, who was at the grandmaster level. With a shake of her sword, she instantly changed her move and attacked Feng Qingyang's heart. Feng Qingyang also changed his move and stabbed straight at Xuan Qing's throat. Moreover, he attacked first. It seemed that Xuan Qing could take her life before this sword could stab down.
Xuan Qing naturally changed her moves again. The two of them exchanged dozens of moves. Although Xuan Qing was at a disadvantage, her sword skills improved significantly. It was as if she had entered a profound epiphany. At least in Feng Qingyang's eyes, Xuan Qing had fallen into an epiphany.
In fact, before the two of them fought, Xuan Qing had secretly started to burn her luck points. In this battle with a grandmaster, she burned her luck points and entered a state of enlightenment. Naturally, she improved rapidly.
As the two of them exchanged blows, Xuan Qing's sword technique became more and more perfect. Not long after, Xuan Qing's sword technique's attack was integrated into one. At this time, the realm of Xuan Qing's sword technique could be considered to have reached the peak of the realm of lifting light as if it was heavy.
Feng Qingyang was extremely shocked and sighed repeatedly. How did this kid enter an epiphany during a fight? An epiphany! How many martial artists in the world have never experienced an epiphany in their entire lives? Even Feng Qingyang himself had only entered it once in his entire life.
Even Feng Qingyang's current state of mind could not help but feel a little jealous. However, Feng Qingyang did not interrupt Xuan Qing. Instead, he fought with him and guided Xuan Qing's sword technique to break through.
Xuan Qing's swordsmanship was also getting better and better. After the offensive swordsmanship merged into one, Xuan Qing no longer attacked Feng Qingyang. Instead, she attacked and defended at times. The defensive move with the Taiji Sword as the foundation was not inferior to the offensive move with the Nine Beyond the Swords as the foundation. Xuan Qing was slowly trying to combine the two swordsmanship into one through the battle. She could achieve the perfect rotation between attack and defense, and the rotation of Yin and Yang. From this, she could comprehend the sword intent.
Unfortunately, Tai Chi and Nine Swords Beyond the Swords were both extremely exquisite sword techniques. An ordinary person would not be able to master either one of them to the extreme in their lifetime. It was naturally extremely difficult for Xuan Qing to fuse them into one.
The two of them fought for a full hour. At this time, Xuan Qing's sword technique had already reached the critical point of comprehending sword intent. She was only one step away from comprehending sword intent when Feng Qingyang suddenly jumped out of the battle circle.
" Good boy, stop fighting. This old man is exhausted," Feng Qingyang said angrily.
Xuan Qing closed her eyes to sense, still immersed in the world of sword art. After a while, he opened his eyes.
" Thank you, Senior Feng." Xuan Qing only thanked him verbally and didn't bother with formalities. This old man Feng Qingyang didn't like formalities.
" Don't talk about that. Go and get the old man a pot of good wine and a few good dishes." Feng Qingyang waved at Xuan Qing.
" Alright, Senior, please wait a moment." After saying that, Xuan Qing lifted the ladder and disappeared into the valley in a few flashes. He went down the mountain to get some food. These days, he had been living in the wind and sleeping in the open. Xuan Qing often went down the mountain to buy some good wine and food. Xuan Qing never mistreated himself.
Feng Qingyang, who was in the valley, looked at Xuan Yuan's back. His expression was no longer as indifferent as before. Instead, his face was solemn as he muttered to himself,"What a good seedling. Unfortunately, he's not from Mount Hua. If Mount Hua had such a child..." Sigh!"
Xuan Qing didn't know that Feng Qingyang was sighing behind her. Her martial arts had improved greatly today, and Xuan Qing really wanted to drink a cup of good wine.
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