Sword practice is different from martial arts competition.

The competition is about winning and losing. If the strength is the same, the competition is naturally quite exciting and you can see a lot of things.

But if the strengths are too far apart, you can't see anything.

Bai Susu had this feeling when she watched Yan Ning and Dugu Wuqing's battle last night. Yan Ning's strength was too high, and his opponent Dugu Wuqing was too weak...

The two fought one after another.

Before we even started, we had results.

Bai Susu could only see that Yan Ning was very strong at that time, but she didn't actually see what moves she used.

But now, Yan Ning wants to practice swordsmanship?

This is different!

When practicing sword, isn’t what you practice just moves?

"Yes!" Bai Susu immediately took Yan Ning's armor-breaking sword over.

When he heard that Yan Ning was going to practice swords, even Xiaoqing, who had been huddling in Yan Ning's clothes, could not help but find a green snake head poked out from Yan Ning's collar.

"Sir, your sword."

"Yeah." Yan Ning took the sword handed over by Bai Susu, then threw away the coat he was wearing, and his eyes instantly focused on a small sapling as thick as a finger not far away.

"Mr.'s eyes have become sharp!" Bai Susu noticed Yan Ning's gaze and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Rumors are that when a master sets his sword, he will gather momentum.

A sword comes out!

Like thunder and lightning!

And Yan Ning is now in such a momentum.

"Clang!"

The sword in Yan Ning's hand was unsheathed.

The Armor-breaking Sword is one of the best swords in the Zhenbei Hou Mansion. As soon as the sword edge came out, the sword light flashed immediately, and even in the sun, it was still cold.

Bai Susu felt the cold and immediately watched with her breath.

"The snow in the mountains in October is like snow, and there is no flower but only cold."

Yan Ning chanted lightly, pointed the sword forward, and at the same time, he stepped forward, and his body rushed forward as if it had turned into a flying dragon.

"Are you chanting a poem?" Bai Susu focused more.

So, she didn't notice at all that above the eaves above her head, there was a black shadow wearing a hat and seven brocade bags hanging around her waist.

Dugu Wuqing stood on the eaves.

Looking at the yard, Yan Ning recited a poem while practicing swords, but his expression was a little shocked: "October Tianshan Snow? Tianshan... does it mean Gushan? How did your husband... know?"

"I heard the fallen leaves in the flute, but I never saw the autumn scenery."

Yan Ning spoke again, the armor-breaking sword in his hand had turned to one side, twisted his body, and kicked his foot gently on the ground, splashing a faint dust.

"Swish!"

Several fallen leaves on the ground were blown up by the wind.

Yan Ning had no intention of stopping at all. He had a feeling of a sword moving with his heart and a person following the sword, as if he was the only one in this world, he was the only one with one sword.

"After the golden drum in the morning, I sleep at night and hold the jade saddle."

The sword intent rises again.

Yan Ning jumped up and jumped half a meter high on the ground. Then he landed on the ground. The sword in his hand slashed towards the front of him.

"I wish to cut the sword down my waist and kill Loulan."

"Swish!"

The sword wind is like a rainbow.

Although the sword did not hit the ground, a shallow sword mark appeared on the ground.

"It seems to be a little effective?" Yan Ning's eyes lit up. Although it seems that it is not very useful, no matter how powerful a genius is, he cannot become an immortal. This should be just practiced, so he has not yet reached the level of success.

Not as good as...

Practice again!

"I have never tried a sword after ten years."

Yan Ning chants the second song.

"Today, who is injustice?"

The sword comes out like a dragon, and others move with the sword, step forward, and your body leans forward and step backward. Your body is like a willow swaying with the wind, bending continuously.

Yan Ning strode forward.

Shu Fa's heart is filled with heroic spirit.

"Die before he succeeds, he will die, which will keep the hero crying!"

"The angry hair is rushing to the crown, and the rain stops when you are on the railing."

"Looking up, looking up at the sky, roaring with a strong heart."

"Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of roads, clouds and moon."

"Don't wait, the young man's head is gone, and he is so sad."

The poems Yan Ning recited were getting faster and faster, and the sword in his hand was dancing faster and faster, and the fallen leaves on the ground were swept up again.

At this point, Yan Ning felt that his swordsmanship should have been perfected.

"Today, the sword is in hand, and you will cut all the broken dogs in the world!" Yan Ning jumped up and drew his sword again. This sword directly slashed the skill of the small tree as thick as a finger.

"Click!"

The saplings were cut off together.

The leaves of the trees are all over the ground.

Yan Ning felt a little sweaty on his forehead. After wiping it casually, he felt refreshed. The only drawback was that it was difficult for him to practice the third time.

"Why can't I understand the sword that sir practiced at all?" Bai Susu looked at Yan Ning who had already put away his sword, and a hint of doubt rose in her heart.

However, soon, this doubt was dispelled by her.

The sir is an expert in the world, so the sword technique he practices must be "peerless sword technique", and it may even be some kind of immortal sword technique.

So, she couldn't understand...

It's really normal!

If you understand...

Rather, it's not normal.

Right?

As soon as he thought of this, Bai Susu immediately picked up the teapot next to the snacks, poured a cup of tea and walked over.

"Sir, have tea."

"Yeah." Yan Ning took the tea cup handed over by Bai Susu and drank it all in one sip. It felt like a warm current was slowly rising in his chest.

"Have you finished practicing the sword?" The little green snake stretched out its head, blinking with its two eyes.

"It must be done with practice?" Bai Susu was a little unsure.

"Well, I've finished practicing." Yan Ning nodded.

"Sister Xiaobai... Why do I feel that sir doesn't seem to understand swords?" Xiaoqing seemed to be recalling something, and then blurted out.

"Xiaoqing, don't talk nonsense!" Bai Susu's face changed immediately. When Yan Ning was practicing swords, Xiaoqing stuck his head out to peek. This was actually inappropriate.

Now it's even more nonsense.

This is a big taboo. If they make the husband angry or stop practicing swords in the future, wouldn’t they lose a lot?

"But I really think that sir doesn't understand swords. I haven't seen those moves he just now... and, it's all... practiced nonsense!" Xiaoqing stuck out his tongue, and his cheeks on both sides seemed to bulge slightly, obviously he was a little dissatisfied in his heart.

"Xiaoqing, if you talk nonsense, I will get angry! You and I are both demons. Although we also understand some sword techniques, the sword we practice is different from the sword we practiced. The sword technique of the teacher has reached a point of being transcendent and transcendent, so you naturally can't understand it!" Bai Susu said.

"So that's how it is?" Although Xiaoqing was still a little dissatisfied, she spoke again: "Can sister understand the gentleman's sword technique?"

"Of course I can't understand it either." Bai Susu shook her head.

"..." Yan Ning.
Chapter completed!