The sword is like a white snake spitting letters, hissing and breaking the wind, and it is like Youlong shuttling around, sometimes as light as a swallow, shining a sword, sometimes as sudden as lightning, and leaves are falling in succession. It's a silver courtyard. Wan Li swallowed Hungarian blood.
A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions. The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements. As bright as an archer shooting down the nine suns in the sky, as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings. She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas. But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame. This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily. When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place. There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun. Fifty years later, the royal family fainted in the dusty cave with a flick of a finger. The musicians in the pear orchard floated by like fog, and now one or two female musicians are trying to fascinate the cold sun. There are adult-sized trees beside the emperor's golden tomb, and I seem to hear the grass creaking on the cliff in Qutang. The song has been sung, the slow-string allegro has stopped, the joy is in full swing, the moon in the east rises, and the sadness follows. And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must sharpen my feet towards illness and despair on a lonely mountain.
The sword dances faster and faster, just like a silver dragon flying up and down around her, winding left and right. His sword dance is quiet as a tiger, swift as a dragon, slow as a cloud, swift as lightning, steady and natural. The sword dance is really good The sword passed by, and the wind was blowing, blowing off white petals from the lilac tree. He held down his sword, restrained his smile, brushed his face, his eyes flashed like a meteor, and his eyes danced with gestures.
The martial arts used by Wudang's second master when fighting Ling Huchong. Wu Tangmen, the second master, has accumulated decades of strength, and his swordsmanship is both yin and yang, both rigid and soft. When pushing, one person is slow and one person is fast. Although the posture is unsightly, the sword is simple and vigorous, and the flaw is rare. When the battle reached the critical point, one man's sword was opened and closed, and the situation was vigorous; A person's illness tends to retreat, and a little cold star appears on the tip of the sword. Two Taoist priests, Qing Xu and Gao Zhi, used this sword to spite Ling Huchong, but they were defeated by Ling Huchong's Nine Swords.
The sword flashed and lightning struck. Zhuo Donglai did not hesitate, did not retreat, and was not confused by the dazzling lightning. He found the tip of the sword in the flash. The tip of the sword is the heart of the sword. The sword potential changes with the blade, and this change is the lifeblood of this sword. He cut off the lifeblood of this sword with one blow. The sword light suddenly disappeared, and Dong Zhuo's blade was behind Sima's left neck. He has no spare capacity to dodge and fight back, and the sharp blade can cut off his head in an instant. Only the knife flashed, no blood spattered. This knife is carried on the back. Then he left; I didn't look back, nor did I look at Sima Chaoqun again. Sima couldn't help hissing and asked, "Why didn't you kill me?" Zhuo Donglai still didn't look back, but simply said, "Because now you are a dead man."
Walking past several female disciples, the first sword swung out, Gao Kexin's sword fell to the ground, the second sword swung out, Deng Bagong's soft whip was around his neck, and the third sword hit the blade of Zhong Town hard. Zhong Zhen knew that his swordsmanship was superb and he was by no means his enemy. But seeing that he couldn't make up his mind, he just shook the spear and the two swords crossed. Immediately, the internal force on the sword was enough, and he suddenly felt that the internal force was leaked and he couldn't stop. It turns out that Ling Huchong's star-sucking solution is getting deeper and deeper unconsciously, and it doesn't need skin contact. As long as the opponent moves and attacks, the internal force will be introduced into his body through a weapon. Zhong Zhen was frightened, so he quickly closed his sword and stabbed at once. Ling Huchong saw his empty net wide open. He could have killed him with a sword, but his arm was weak and he couldn't, so he had to block it with a horizontal sword. When the two swords intersect, Zhong Zhen's internal force surges and his heart is pounding. Under the intersection of surprise and anger, he summoned up the strength of life and stabbed with his sword. The sword suddenly turned halfway, and the sword pointed to Elaine's chest beside Ling Huchong.
After fighting to 156, Ling Huchong has made a sword without thinking, but at the speed of Yue Buqun's sword, Ling Huchong has no room for thinking. Although the Lins' swordsmanship to ward off evil spirits is called seventy-two strokes, each stroke has dozens of changes. Once deduced, the changes are extremely complicated. If it is someone else, even if he is not dizzy, he will be fascinated by this kaleidoscope of swordsmanship and be at a loss. And Ling Huchong learned nine swords dugu, there is no trick, nature is to meet the enemy. If the enemy has only one move, he has only one move, the enemy has thousands of moves, and he has thousands of moves.
Another hero, B, with a face like a crown jade, is tall and tall, with a sword tactic in his left hand and a fist like Khufu Luohan in his right hand. It seems that he must be a master of martial arts. Two brave men roared past the crowd, flying like tigers on the mountain.
Zhang Sanfeng said, "It will be a great honor for you to get some tips from the Eight-armed Excalibur in this way of Tai Chi swordsmanship. Promise, do you have a sword? " Xiao Zhao stepped forward and presented the wooden fake sword that Zhao Min gave to Zhang Wuji. Zhang Sanfeng took it in his hand and said with a smile, "Is it wood blade? Isn't this used to draw symbols, pinch tricks and exorcise evil spirits? " Now I stand up, holding a sword in my left hand, a sword tactic in my right hand, and slowly raising my hands in a circle. After this hand-held exhibition, there are performances such as three rings covering the moon, big kuixing, swallows sweeping water, sweeping left and right, etc ... One stroke down, thus reaching the 53-type "compass", drawing circles with both hands at the same time, and restoring the 54-type "holding the sword back to the book". Zhang Wuji didn't remember the moves, but carefully looked at the meaning of "God is in front of the sword and never stops" in swordsmanship.