The sword like a white snake spitting, hissing wind, and like a swimming dragon shuttle, walking four body, sometimes as light as a swallow, pointing the sword and up, and then suddenly as lightning, falling leaves crumble. It is really a silver light in the courtyard, 10,000 miles has swallowed the blood of the Huns.
In the past, there was a beautiful person Gongsun, a dance sword moving four directions. The viewers such as mountain color frustration, heaven and earth for a long time low. Huo such as Yi shot nine suns down, as the group of emperors horses and dragons soar. It was like the thunder collecting the fury, and it was like the river and the sea condensing the clear light. The two loneliness of Jiang Jiang's lips and sleeves, and the fragrance of the disciples in the evening. The beauty of Linying is in Baidi, and she dances wonderfully to this song. I have a question and answer with the rest of them, and I feel sorry for the time and things. There were 8,000 maids of the late emperor, and Gongsun was the first to use the sword. In the past fifty years, it was like a slap in the face, and the dusty Hongdong fainted the royal family. The children of the pear orchard were scattered like smoke, and the remaining female music reflected the cold sun. The wood in front of the Golden Corn Pile has been arched, and the grass in Qutang Shicheng is desolate. The tortoiseshell feast and the song ended again and again, and the moon came out from the east when the music was over. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm in the middle of a deserted mountain," he said.
The sword danced faster and faster, like a silver dragon flying up and down around her, circling left and right. He danced the sword to quiet as a tiger, moving as a flying dragon, slow as a swimming cloud, fast as lightning, and steady and dashing. The sword dance is really good, the sword over the place, Xi Xi wind, blowing the lilac tree a piece of white petals floating down. He pressed the sword in his hand, collected his smile, brushed open the frame, two eyes flashed like a shooting star, eye waves along with the gesture, dancing up with spirit.
Wudang school martial arts, Wudang two masters and Linghu Chong overstrike used. The two masters of the Wudang school accumulated decades of strength created, the sword in the yin and yang, also rigid and soft. Out of the move, a person slow, a person fast, posture is not elegant, but the sword moves simple and thick, the break is rare. Fighting to the critical point, a person's long sword wide open, the momentum of the majestic; a person quickly tend to retreat, the tip of the sword phantom points of cold stars. Qingxu, into the high two Taoist priests had this sword to make things difficult, because it can not mix yin and yang into one, or defeat in the Dugu Nine Swords of Linghu Chong under.
The sword light flashed and struck down like lightning. Zhuo Donglai didn't hesitate, didn't cower, and wasn't confused by the lightning-like blinding sword light. He had already identified the tip of the sword in the flash of light. The tip of the sword was the heart of the sword. The sword's momentum changed with the tip, and this change was the lifeblood of the sword. He broke the lifeblood of the sword with one slash. The flashing sword light in the sky suddenly disappeared, Zhuo Donglai's blade was already behind Sima's left neck. He already had absolutely no room to dodge and fight back, the blade that was as sharp as iron could cut off his head in a split second. There was only a flash of the blade, no blood splashed out. This knife was cut with the back of the knife. Then he walked away;neither turning back nor looking at Sima Chaoqun again. Sima couldn't help but hiss, "Why didn't you kill me?" Zhuo Donglai still didn't turn around, and only said faintly, "Because now you are already a dead man."
Linghu Chong walked past a few female disciples, the first sword swung out, Gao Kexin's long sword landed on the ground, the second sword swung out, Deng Baigong's soft whip wrapped around his neck, and the third sword struck Zhong Zhen's sword blade with a dang sound. Zhong Zhen know his sword method is fantastic, their own is not the enemy, but see him standing uncertainty, just by the internal strength of his blade shock fly, double sword intersection, immediately in the sword on the transportation of the internal force, feel their own internal force of the rapid diarrhea leakage, and surprisingly can not be restrained. Originally, Linghu Chong's Star Sucking technique in the unknowingly deep power, without skin to skin, as long as the other side of the force attack, the internal force will be through the blades and passed into his body. Zhong Zhen was shocked, and hurriedly put away his long sword, and then immediately stabbed out. Linghu Chong saw him under the coils of the open door, originally only need to follow the trend of a sword, can check his death, but the arm is sore and limp, the force is not able to do, only to cross the sword blocking. Double sword intersection, Zhong Zhen and is the internal force of the rapid diarrhea, heartbeat, under the combination of anger, drumming up the power of life, long sword sprinting, sword to the middle of the road, steeply turned, the tip of the sword actually stabbed to the chest of Yilin next to the fox chung.
Fighting to one hundred and fifty-six strokes later, Linghu Chong out of the sword has been no thought, and to Yue Buqun sword moves fast, Linghu Chong also have no room for thought. Although the forest family evil sword method is called seventy-two strokes, but each stroke has dozens of changes, once the derivation, the changes are complicated. If the other person, even if not dizzy, but also for this kaleidoscope of general sword fascination, nothing to do, but Linghu Chong learned the Dugu Nine Swords have no number of moves to speak of, with the enemy's moves to come and natural response. If the enemy move if only one move, he also only one move, the enemy move has thousands of moves, he also has thousands of moves.
Another good man B, face like jade, long body, left hand pinch a sword, but the right hand to do the tiger Luohan fist, it seems to be a martial arts master. The two good men from the crowd whistling, its momentum as a mountain tiger, like a dragon, flying up.
Zhang Sanfeng said: "The old road of Taiji sword method can get the eight-armed Excalibur point a few strokes, the honor and favor is immeasurable. Wuji, do you have a sword?" Xiao Zhao took a few steps forward and presented the wooden fake Yitian sword that Zhang Wuji had taken from Zhao Min. Zhang San Feng took it in his hand and laughed, "It's a wooden sword? Isn't this used by the old Taoist to draw and pinch symbols and perform spells to drive away evil spirits?" Now stood up, left hand holding the sword, right hand pinch a sword trick, hands into a ring, slowly raised, this starting style a show, followed by three rings set the moon, big Kui Xing, swallow copy water, left stop sweep, right stop sweep ...... a trick will be down, make to fifty-three style 'compass'. Both hands drew a circle at the same time, resuming into the fifty-fourth style 'Returning to the Original with Sword'. Zhang Wuji did not memorize the moves, but only looked at the meaning of 'God in the sword first, unceasing' in the sword moves.