Chapter 601: Only Knowing to Attack, Not to Defend

And these people, facing the strong, they want to become stronger! Two masters have been defeated in succession, and it would be difficult for them to go up, but they also want to try.

This is the case with many things. Only by knowing the gap between the two can you have the idea of ​​catching up. Gradually, you will find that all hardships and obstacles are paper tigers!

Murong Ji's gaze fell on Zhang Zheng, the Black Sword, expecting him to take action. He was also very curious about the Zhang family's way of using swords.

Qing Muyuan stood beside Zhang Zheng, moved a little closer to him, and asked softly, "Aren't you going to fight him?"

Zhang Zheng's eyes were cold and his voice was sharper. "Yes, I will go. I'm waiting for his breath to calm down."

After a dozen breaths, Zhang Zheng suddenly flew down, with the black sword that had been unsheathed in his hand, and stabbed straight at Murong Ji.

In close combat with swords, Murong Ji has never lost. Over the thousand years of development of Qingyun Mountain, the sword tactics, sword skills, etc. have all been carefully studied and tested by geniuses of all generations.

Among them, the four great sword techniques are the best, and the sword technique of Longshou Peak is the best, which is naturally incomparably exquisite.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The sword winds crossed, the sword lights flashed, and the sound of the two swords hitting each other spread out like water waves. After the sound spread out, in this short period of time, the two had already exchanged dozens of moves.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, looked at Zhang Zheng, and commented in his mind: [After all, he is young and not experienced enough in swordsmanship.]

After just a few dozen moves, Murong Ji had already seen through the flaw.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Zheng's swordsmanship once again revealed a flaw. Murong Ji stabbed him with his sword, leaving a sword mark on his arm.

He didn't hurt him, just scratched his clothes, and then he put away the sword.

The two men stood with swords over their backs, facing each other.

Zhang Zheng turned his head to look at his left arm and could see his skin between the gaps in his clothes.

He was a little stunned. The underwear was so thin and light that it could pierce his underwear without hurting him. This control was really terrifying.

Zhang Zheng's expression darkened. He had known for a long time that he was no match for Murong Ji. He then slowly raised his black sword and said, "Be careful."

He gave a gentle reminder, and the moment the words fell, endless murderous intent swept over, like a series of sharp blades, slashing at Murong Ji's body.

Murong Ji was a little stunned. This move was somewhat similar to the ability of the soul-stealing stick, which could directly act on the soul.

Then his pupils shrank, and he stepped forward with his sword to fight.

A pair of dark eyes were fixed on Zhang Zheng. Without dropping a trace of sword energy, he memorized his martial arts skills and the way he mobilized his own negative energy. Then he slashed with his sword and pushed him back.

Zhang Zheng flew backwards several meters, barely managed to steady himself, clasped his fists in salute, flew away on his sword, and returned to his original position.

Zhang Zheng stepped down, and everyone in the venue became eager to try again. Then, Li Quzhuo came out and looked at Murong Ji with extremely enthusiastic eyes.

"I want to fight you with magic weapons!" As he said that, a bunch of various magic weapons appeared in his hands.

Murong Ji took a look. He was a master of refining equipment and could see the quality of those magic weapons at a glance.

Furthermore, the weapon refining methods in this world are not a secret. With some basic things, Murong Ji can come up with a weapon refining method that exceeds the highest level of the Li family.

Murong Ji had no interest in Li Quzhuo. He casually took out the Fantian Seal and held it in his hand, ready to go.

As soon as the Heaven-Flipping Seal appeared, Li Quzhuo's magic weapon instantly lost its activity and fell to the ground. For a moment, Li Quzhuo was full of astonishment. This almost refreshed his three views!
Is there any magic weapon in this world that can suppress many magic weapons?

Li Quzhuo looked at the square seal in Murong Ji's hand, his pupils shrank involuntarily, he silently put away his magic weapon, turned around and returned to his original position.

"Hey? Li Quzhuo! What are you doing? Why did you go back again? Are you scared?! I can laugh... uh..."

Wang Quanzui stood in front of the carriage. Just as he was about to make a few sarcastic remarks, his tone suddenly paused, and his clever eyes looked towards the official road behind the carriage.

The smile on Wang Quanzui's face froze instantly, and his expression became gloomy, as if he had seen something disgusting.

Everyone turned around and saw a person walking slowly on the official road.

This man had sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and he had a fierce aura, especially his eyes, which were like a sword stabbing people.

Her hair was tied up in a bun with a hairpin stuck in it. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a palm-sized sword.

He was wearing a turquoise Taoist robe with a dark yellow long gown underneath. He was holding a sword of good quality in his arms and was walking towards the carriage step by step.

Behind him, there was a jumping girl in red. She was lively, smart, cute and lovely. She kept trying to find topics to talk to him about, but his eyes were always looking ahead on the road, extremely focused.

None of the ten people in the masked group spoke, but the atmosphere became increasingly solemn.

The man was wearing the family clothing of the Xiao family, and they also knew the woman. "Who did I think it was? I could smell your stench from eight feet away!" Wang Quanzui stood in front of the carriage with his arms folded, and said sarcastically.

The woman was startled, and when she looked up, she saw Wang Quanzui standing beside Wang Quan Baiye, looking at her coldly.

Suddenly he chuckled, cleared his throat, and ran forward in a few steps, "Hey~ Who is this~ Isn't it the famous Dream Swordsman? Why are you here? A chivalrous man~ Oh~~"

The sentence took three turns, and Wang Quanzui got goose bumps all over his body. "Don't talk to me in such a disgusting tone! It smells too horny!"

The woman ignored Wang Quanzui's cold words and continued to provoke her. She pulled her hand and held it tightly, not letting Wang Quanzui break free. "Dream Swordsman, someone is bullying me~ Don't you want to do anything~"

Everyone in the masked group ignored the two girls' sarcasm and focused their attention on Xiao Ning.

Murong Ji turned his head and suddenly laughed: "You are not very popular, why are you here?"

Xiao Ning did not look up, but continued to walk forward until he reached the carriage. As if he had just started the machine, he looked up at Murong Ji in mid-air and said slowly, "Second brother, long time no see."

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a faint golden light flashing in his pale eyes, and he saw through Xiao Ning thoroughly. This cultivation level was comparable to that of the masked group members present.

If your fighting power is not inferior to theirs, then I really made a mistake. Then I chuckled and said, "Oh, I made a mistake. Why didn't I see that your talent is also quite good back then?"

Xiao Ning did not reply in a hurry. He turned around and looked at the masked group members around him. His face darkened, and the aura around him became sharper and more murderous.

"My aptitude has always been poor. I have been practicing the method you taught me from time to time. After I reached a certain level, it began to temper my muscles and bones."

"After practicing swordplay every day, black oil would overflow from my body, and I would take a bath every day. I have persisted for eleven years, and my swordplay has become more and more powerful."

"Qualifications? They should be getting better and better, right? Is this what you got from the secret teachings of the Taoist Alliance? No wonder people covet them."

Xiao Ning's words made everyone in the Mask Group feel a chill in their hearts. A technique that could improve one's aptitude had never appeared before!

They all turned to look at Murong Ji, feeling disbelief but also understanding.

Murong Ji's strength is far superior to theirs, so it would make sense if his skills could improve his own aptitude.

Murong Ji chuckled. What he taught Xiao Ning was a fusion of the sword techniques of Wangyue Wu, one of the nine guards of Nathan, and Fu Rong. After a lot of training, this sword technique, which had become almost an instinctive reaction after training, gradually turned into a magical power.

The effect and power are extremely outstanding!
Combined with the method of moving Qi upward, the sword techniques and moves are almost natural, with the effect of strengthening the body, and the sword power is also extremely sharp.

At the same time, it also tempers one's character, because people with weak willpower simply cannot practice sword skills like that day after day for ten years.

As the saying goes, it takes ten years to sharpen a sword, that's it.

"How have you been these years!" Xiao Ning asked lightly. While speaking, he glanced at the masked group around him, as if he was selecting a suitable target.

"That's it."

Xiao Ning slowly exhaled a breath. He was not satisfied with this answer. He knew without thinking what kind of life Murong Ji had been leading outside over the years. It was far from being as easy as he said.

But without saying all this nonsense, he didn't know how to express his brother's care for him.

During the conversation, Xiao Ning slowly drew out his sword.

"clank!"

The friction between the sword blade and the scabbard made a harsh sound, and Xiao Ning's murderous intent rose.

He drew his sword, pointed it diagonally downward, and then said softly, "My brother is blind. He can't see. He is weak, helpless and pitiful."

"Being away from home for a long time is not easy. In addition to practicing, you also have to work hard for resources. The time you have to practice is far less than that of you young masters and young ladies."

"You are very powerful, but this is not a reason for you to bully him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Ning's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, almost turning into a residual image, and stabbed Yang Yitan, who was closest to him, with a sword.

Yang Yitan felt a fighting spirit rising in his heart. He had long been looking forward to fighting with this "treasure" of the Xiao family. Unfortunately, the Xiao family had hidden him too well.

He opened his third eye instantly, and with just one glance, all of Xiao Ning's weaknesses were revealed to Yang Yitan.

"You only know how to attack, not how to defend!"

Xiao Ning's condition was revealed in one sentence. Yang Yitan tapped his feet lightly and quickly avoided the sword attack. He then used his body skills to get close to Xiao Ning and control him with acupuncture points.

Xiao Ning's sword missed, and instead gave Yang Yitan an opportunity.

(End of this chapter)