With this stern sound, Li Yunsheng slashed at Zhou Bozhong with a sword.

Just like the name of this stance, he felt that the long sword in his hand seemed to have the power of rivers flooding all rivers. Since one sword came from, it should be destroyed.

But before this thought could be dissipated from his mind, a cool breeze suddenly slid through his ears, and then a murderous intent that made him palpitations surged in front of him.

Li Yunsheng felt that the scene in front of him seemed to slow down in an instant. He saw Zhou Bozhong, who was about to be struck by the amber in his hand, had his eyes sharp at this time. He shortened, and then he broke free from the shackles of his sword like a tiger, and then passed under his long sword, and finally stabbed his throat with the bamboo pole in his hand.

At this moment, he had an extremely real illusion that my life was over.

However, the bamboo pole in Zhou Bozhong's hand stopped when it was a few inches away from Li Yunsheng's throat.

Of course he wouldn't really hurt Li Yunsheng.

While trying to calm down his beating heart, Li Yunsheng stared at the old man in front of him with a serious face.

He didn't expect that Zhou Bozhong, who was like an old naughty boy in his eyes, had an unprecedented impact just now.

In Li Yunsheng's previous cognition, the power of swordsmanship is nothing more than that, it depends on the use of sword techniques to stimulate the strength of the true energy in the cultivator's body, and the cultivator's flexible use of those exquisite sword moves.

But the old man in front of him had no sword moves or true energy.

But his "sword" seemed to have a soul, and Li Yunsheng could even feel the emotions in his "sword" were like the emotions of a living person.

"His sword is alive."

Li Yunsheng suddenly had such a strange idea in his mind.

He suddenly understood the profound meaning of Zhou Bozhong's previous sentence "Sword is the will of a cultivator."

Just as Li Yunsheng stared at Zhou Bozhong with a shocked look, Zhou Bozhong's face also showed a solemn expression as Li Yunsheng, and he also stared at Li Yunsheng with his lips pursed.

Although he had just broken the first move of Li Yunsheng's Qiushui Sword Technique, there was no look of complacent on his face.

Hurry...

The bamboo forest behind Zhou Bozhong suddenly made a rustling sound, and a large area of ​​bamboo was cut off and fell down neatly.

It is obvious that this is thanks to Li Yunsheng's sword just now.

Zhou Bozhong looked back at the bamboo forest, then turned to look at Li Yunsheng.

"Who taught you?"

He asked.

"No one teaches me, I learn it myself."

Li Yunsheng shook his head and said.

"Isn't that how Qiu Shui Sword Technique used?"

He wondered.

"It's not your usage for ordinary people."

Sun Wumou walked over with a wry smile on his face.

"The first three styles of Qiu Shui Sword Technique are all to guide the disciples to control the momentum, but this momentum is the momentum of the sword move moving forward."

He continued.

"So I'm practicing wrong?"

Li Yunsheng said in confusion.

"Old man Sun, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."

Zhou Bozhong pulled Li Yunsheng to him with one hand.

"You are right, they practiced the wrong way. This Qiu Shui Sword Art has always taught us to use the power of heaven and earth to move forward. It's just that those stupid donkeys misunderstood."

He patted Li Yunsheng's shoulder with joy, and looked at Li Yunsheng as if he had discovered something rare. The solemnity on his face just now had already been wiped out.

"Since you have practiced wrongly, why not change it? The uncles and uncles of Zhuque Pavilion should not be unaware of it."

Zhou Bozhong's answer made Li Yunsheng even more confused.

"Don't listen to him nonsense."

Qian Chao gave Zhou Bozhong a blank look and walked up to him.

"The Qiushui Sword Art is a sword technique that has existed since the founding of our Qiushui Sect. The initial Qiushui Sword Art only had three styles, but because these three styles were too obscure, it was like a mountain to ordinary disciples. So some elders in the sect spent hundreds of years to change these three styles of sword techniques into ten styles in order to allow ordinary disciples to practice. How could ordinary disciples understand the sword force as soon as they came up? They could only take it slowly. Once they became proficient in their practice, some disciples would naturally be able to understand the sword force step by step."

He explained in great detail.

In fact, these are just common sense. If Li Yunsheng were a disciple of Zhuque Pavilion, he would have known it long ago.

However, when Qian Chaosheng said that Li Yunsheng could understand that he probably skipped the gradual process, which surprised Zhou Bozhong so much.

"You don't need to explain to my apprentice, I will naturally say these words to him."

Just as Li Yunsheng was thinking this way, Zhou Bozhong suddenly hugged Li Yunsheng's shoulder, protecting Li Yunsheng in front of him like a hen protecting his chicks, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch him away.

"Advisor? You are so handsome that you can fish for three days and dry the net for two days. Don't teach a good seedling to ruin."

Qian Chaosheng said angry and funny.

"You don't have to worry about this!"

Zhou Bozhong hugged Li Yunsheng's shoulder and said.

"You guys are all gone, let's go, just have me here. This kid has a good understanding, but his foundation is too poor, so I have to spend some time talking."

He waved at Qian Chaosheng and the others.

For Zhou Bozhong, his mood at this moment was like a carpenter who had picked up a piece of good wood, and he didn't want anyone to let go of this piece of material.

"Let's go, let's go back to the bar."

Sun Wumou patted Qian Chaosheng on the shoulder. Although Qian Chaosheng was a little hesitant, he finally smiled bitterly and shook his head, and followed Sun Wumou away.

Because of Zhou Bozhong's sword just now, Li Yunsheng's attitude towards Zhou Bozhong had greatly changed. When he heard him say he was willing to teach him, he naturally couldn't ask for it.

"Old Zhou, why is the sword you just now different from other sword techniques I have seen before?"

Li Yunsheng asked.

"No hurry, no hurry."

Zhou Bozhong waved his hand.

"Can you use the first Autumn Shui Sword Technique as you did just now?"

He asked.

"Can."

Although he was a little confused, Li Yunsheng nodded.

"So quickly, come again."

Zhou Bozhong seemed very anxious.

So Li Yunsheng performed the first Autumn Water style according to Zhou Bozhong's request.

When Zhou Bozhong felt Li Yunsheng's sword force again, he suddenly shouted happily:

"That's it, that's it! I finally don't have to bring these sword techniques that I have been thinking about for a hundred years!"

"Old Zhou."

Li Yunsheng put the amber back into the sheath and looked at Zhou Bozhong.

"It is rare to have power in your sword, but this is just the basis of Qiushui Sword Technique. Such swords come and go quickly. If you want to use your diligence, you must integrate this sword into the sword move."
Chapter completed!