Chapter 27: Sword Fighting Without Hate

After Lin Yuesheng saw Wuhen shooting out the six swords, he held a sword technique with his left hand and pinched a sword technique with his left hand, as if he was holding a pen and writing. He knew that this move of Wudang sword technique "making friends with swords" was the starting move used by the Wudang Sect when he was fighting with fellow friends. It means that making friends with martial artists is to compete with martial arts. This move shows that there is no resentment and hostility with the opponent, and that the sword can only determine victory or defeat, and that life cannot be fought against each other.

Lin Yuesheng smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, thinking: "Zhang Zhenren's moral cultivation is well-known in the world. I think this is more important in martial arts practice. In terms of morality, it is just that. He obviously wants to seize my sword, but he does not show any hostility towards me. He may not be really kind. First, he is afraid in his heart, and second, he is told to be cautious and he will suddenly kill him and catch me off guard."

He pointed his left hand outward, his right sword swept out to the right, and faced the flying sword. He used this move, meaning that he would hit him as soon as he wanted to fight, without pretending to be hypocritical, which also meant to satirize the other party's hypocrisy.

Lin Yuesheng's sword went straight into the middle of the palace, and the tip of the sword kept trembling. When the sword reached the middle, it suddenly turned upwards and easily picked up the first sword of Wuhen. It was like there was nothing and there was no place, and it was changing in a direction.

Wuhen got up and jumped up, chasing the sword that was picked up in the air, and slashed from top to bottom, which was really a shocking momentum. Although the moves were ordinary, the sound of slashing down from the sky with a loud sound of slashing down from the sky.

Lin Yuesheng flashed sideways, stabbed a sword in a slanted way, and shook the second sword that was shot away. Wuhen saw that he was rigorous in his law and did not seek merit, but wanted no mistakes. This was the strategy of long-term battles. Obviously, he never thought that he could defeat himself and Canfeng in a short time.

The remnant wind saw the gap, and the sharp sword passed through the air, the sword body seemed to be curved and straight, and the long sword was like a living thing, rushing towards Lin Yuesheng from a strange angle. Lin Yuesheng had to make way for Wuhen's third sword and intersected with the remnant wind.

I saw the sword technique that Canlin and the other two used their own good skills to fight together. Lin Yuesheng's sword technique was so strict that it was like thousands of troops galloping, with spears and halberds and yellow sand for thousands of miles, with great power; Canfeng's sword technique was light and clever, with mysterious attacks and tricky angles, making people unable to defend themselves.

Although Canfeng did not reveal his defeat for a while, the sword energy was scattered on the battlefield, and Lin Yuesheng occupied 80% of the offensive. Canfeng's sword tried not to intersect with the opponent's weapons, but just dodged and fought. Seeing that his sword technique was sophisticated, he was not Lin Yuesheng's sword technique and the enemy of the righteous army, after all. If there was no long-term flying sword that was not whistling by, Canfeng would have been injured.

"Brother Feng is not good at fighting head-on, so let me do it." Wuhen flew four swords in a row, stabbed his limbs, and advanced his sword and hit Huanglong straight.

"The six swords without hatred are almost the same as the immortal sword-controlling technique. It seems that Zhang Zhenren, who first created this sword formation, has indeed reached the edge of entering the Tao, and has even first seen the way of heaven." The Qinglong sword in Lin Yuesheng's hand was like a living creature, forming countless sword flowers, wrapping the four swords flying. The flowers fell and the sword flew. He retreated again, and shot out a sword energy with his flesh and blood fingers, which shocked Wuhen's sword.

Wuhen immediately abandoned the sword, his hand danced, and another sword appeared in his hand, stabbing him straight.

Martial masters like him, there is no certain way to follow when comparing swords. Wuhen mixed Wudang sword technique and the seven-section sword formation together. Lin Yuesheng used fewer sword techniques, but they were known for their complex changes, and strange tricks emerged one after another.

After dismantling more than twenty moves, Lin Yuesheng suddenly raised his sword with his right hand and slammed out his left palm. This palm covered the opponent's thirty-six key acupoints on the upper plate. If Wuhen dodged, he would be injured immediately by the sword. Wuhen's face was bright and he also stretched out his left palm, facing Lin Yuesheng's palm, with a bang, and his palms intersected. Wuhen's body floated away, but Lin Yuesheng stood still.

Wuhen said in surprise: "What a deep palm power, especially the palm power, it actually has a shocking effect. Those who are not very skilled can easily compete with him, and they must be shocked and confused." He actually wanted to say that for Canfeng to hear that, so that he would suffer such a loss than comparing his palms at that time.

Lin Yuesheng thought to himself: "The 'Nine Yang Gong' of Wudang Sect is amazing. After taking my 'Silent Palm', his voice was not trembling. However, if you take a palm, can you still take my countless palms?" He immediately danced his sword and stabbed Wuhen.

Wuhen sealed the sword with his sword. After several moves, he thumped and his palms intersected again. Wuhen waved his sword with one hand, danced around several swords, and cut it towards Lin Yuesheng's waist. Lin Yuesheng blocked his sword with his vertical sword, and added internal strength to his left palm, and hit him directly downward. This palm was high and powerful. Wuhen turned his left palm and held it up, slapped it with a light sound, and his palms intersected for the third time. Wuhen lowered his body and flew out.

Wuhen felt a pain in his palm and his expression was dazed. Lin Yuesheng seized the opportunity, and a burst of thunder broke out from the Qinglong Sword. The thunder sounded directly in Wuhen's ears, which shocked him to his mind. The sword of the rush, six swords flew together, and greeted Lin Yuesheng.

Lin Yuesheng's long sword went straight in, his true energy was released, and he shook open the flying sword without hatred and took the vital points around him.

Canfeng said intimately, "I don't think it's not only me, but Brother Wuhen is also under this strange sword move." He snatched in, and the sword attacked like a storm. Lin Yuesheng slapped a powerful palm and fought back, and the sword move became extremely fast.

At this time, the dusk was vast, the sunset was completely set, and night fell quietly. The three people fighting swords on the field were no longer competing for the best, but were fighting each other with their lives. Everyone around them could see it.

Wuhen saw the sword that was coming, and knew that he would not hide much. He suddenly shouted loudly, and his hands were wide open, and he was so fierce that he hit the cage again. He was sure of his determination. He closed the Qinglong Sword with his two palms and sealed it in his palm. With the internal force, his clothes were rushing, which showed that he had already used his strength to do his best.

Lin Yuesheng was about to draw the sword, but he couldn't draw it out for a moment. But he felt that the wind behind his head was coming, but Can Feng saw that Wuhen was worried about his life, so he rushed to fight against his own danger. Lin Yuesheng half-turned, swept backwards, and kicked directly on Can Feng's shoulder with great force. The force was out, and the kick made his shoulder crack and blood splattered everywhere. He was about to make up for another kick, but Can Feng felt a pulling force coming from his hand holding the sword. The center of gravity was unstable, and Wuhen pulled it closer and two palms were in his chest.

The palm power invaded, and Lin Yuesheng was about to retreat in a hurry, but a suction force came from the Qinglong sword. Lin Yuesheng was unwilling to abandon the sword, and in a hurry, he slapped Wuhen, who was close to him. Wuhen blocked his hands together, cleverly took his palm a circle and a half, and completely returned it to him by leveraging the force. Lin Yuesheng was equivalent to a self-puncture.

"Give me a sword!" Wuhen took advantage of Lin Yuesheng's true energy not working and lost his center of gravity. He suddenly approached him and grabbed his wrist and twisted it. Lin Yuesheng felt pain. The Qinglong Sword could not be grasped and fell down.

When Wuhen saw the Qinglong Sword, he immediately let go of the opportunity to pursue Lin Yuesheng and grabbed it. As soon as he reached out, he felt the sword energy behind his head. When he looked back, he saw three sword energy completely covering him. If he wanted to seize the sword, he would definitely be injured by the sword energy.

Wuhen gritted his teeth, and his true energy was stirred up, protecting the vital points of his body. While he grabbed the Qinglong Sword, three blood flowers appeared on his body. He was even injured and wanted to seize the Qinglong Sword.

When the Qinglong Sword was started, Wuhen was greatly excited. He shouted fiercely: "Six swords shine together!" With a palm, the six swords burst out with strong light. With Lin Yuesheng as the center, they set up a net of heaven and earth, and with the momentum of leaving and returning, they were bound to surround him and kill him.
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