The first Taoist priest of the Tang Dynasty

"Junior Brother Jiushou, I am good at using long swords, so you should also choose a weapon that you are good at."

Zheng Ran stood by the weapon rack, picked up a long sword, and said to Zhong Wen.

"Senior brother, although I am not good at wielding a sword, but if you use a sword today, senior brother, the nine poems will definitely accompany you, so I have no choice but to choose a long sword."

Zhong Wen called it "loser but not loser".

You Daoist Zhang want to lose my master's face so much, so today I will pay back and let you two elders continue to fight.

What I am best at is spearmanship, of course, swordsmanship is not bad either.

As for whether they can beat Zhengran in front of them, that depends on their ability.

However, Zhong Wen was quite confident in his heart. After all, his master was unable to defeat him when he was fighting with him. It's almost the same as my master.

Of course, this is almost the same, that is, Li Daoling's skill before he learned Taiji swordsmanship. If he really changed to Taiji swordsmanship, it would be impossible for Daoist Zhang Chong to win.

"Exactly, Nine Poems, let's start."

Not far away, Daoist Zhang Chong with a majestic face, with a fairy spirit on his body, shouted at the two people in the field.

"Junior brother Jiushou, you have to be careful, don't get distracted, otherwise, if you get hurt by my sword, the master will scold me."

Holding a long sword in his hand, Zheng Ran pointed at Zhong Wen, speaking carefully.

"Senior brother, let's start, I will be careful."

What Zhong Wen said about being careful was not that he had to worry about Zhengran's sword, but that he had to be careful not to hurt Zhengran.

Losing, that's impossible, this is a battle of face, and it's a matter of earning face for your master, you can't lose, not even with one move.

Even if you really lose, you can't lose for a while, otherwise, you will lose a lot of face. Moreover, it is the face lost by the master and apprentice together, and it will even lose the face of Longquan Temple up.

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Chapter 2: One Sword Flying Snow

"choke choke" a few times.

Zheng Ran and Zhong Wen officially began to fight.

When the two swords intersect, they basically stop at the point. There is no so-called killer, and there is no so-called ultimate move. There are only tentative moves.

At this moment, Zhong Wen's sword raising style was only Taiping swordsmanship.

As for Zhengran, the swordsmanship he used was just a simple stab, picking or something, there was no powerful swordsmanship at all.

The tentative attack of the two made the Taoists who watched not far away not have too much expectation in their hearts, just like watching children fight.

At this time, Zhang Chong stood at the front of the crowd, watching the two people's itchy and painless attack methods, and he was not in a hurry.

However, when he saw Zhong Wen's swordsmanship, it was just an ordinary swordsmanship, not even half of the swordsmanship used by his disciple Zhengran.

But in his heart, he was thinking: How did Li Daoling teach his disciples?With such poor swordsmanship, how dare he let his disciples come to Chang'an with confidence?Don't you know where this is?

"choke choke" the sound of two swords colliding.

Zhengran and Zhongwen continued to fight.

Those who don't know think that the two are practicing juggling, but those who know think that the two are very boring.

You come and I go, always avoiding.

"Exactly, Jiushou, you two don't try anymore."

Even Zhang Chong felt that the fight between the two was really unbearable, so he hurriedly yelled, hoping that the two in the field would have some refreshments.

Even if it's a few lethal sword moves, it won't always be you handing it over to me, as if it's just a joke.

"Junior Brother Jiushou, then you should be careful, the master has spoken, and I'm about to officially start."

After retreating with his sword, Zhengran shouted at Zhong Wen.

"Senior brother, you can come anyway."

Zhong Wen knew it in his heart, it seemed that Taoist Zhang really wanted to see himself humiliated.

As for the official start that Zhengran said, then come on, anyway, I don't care, it's fun when it's official.

"The wind is sunny, the wind is gentle and the rain is light, the spring breeze turns into rain,..."

After Zhengran inquired about his master's words, he directly started his big move, one move at a time, and delivered the sword to Zhong Wen's vital point.

From time to time, he yelled the name of a sword move.

From the name, one can know that this belongs to a set of swordsmanship named after wind, otherwise, where did these words of wind come from.

"Brother Zhengran, good swordsmanship."

Zhong Wen was still using the Taiping swordsmanship, dodging with blocks.

Zhengran's swordsmanship can definitely be said to be good, just like the old Taoist Yu Jie of the Xuanzhen School, his swordsmanship is very powerful.

Moreover, Zhengran's swordsmanship was faster and faster, and it came to some vital points, so Zhong Wen had to resist and retreat.

Zhong Wen himself knew that if he fought with Taiping swordsmanship, it would definitely be impossible to defeat Zhengran.

But right now, it made Zhong Wen feel a little peaceful, without the slightest urgency, let alone the slightest nervousness and fear.

Zhong Wen was thinking about what kind of swordsmanship he should use to fight Zhengran on equal terms, instead of a state where the winner would be decided with one strike.

"Junior Brother Jiushou, if you continue to distract yourself, you will really be hurt by my sword."

At this time, just looking at Zhong Wen who was fighting with him in front of him, still so inattentive, he reminded him aloud.

"Senior brother, you can come anyway."

Where is Zhong Wen distracted? It's just his single-mindedness.

"choke choke"

Zhong Wen is still using the Taiping swordsmanship to resist the incoming sword, but the Taiyi swordsmanship and Taiji swordsmanship have not yet been released.

Zhong Wen wondered if he could use some kind of swordsmanship to fight Zhengran in a tie.

It's good to save face, but you really can't hurt Daoist Zhang's face. After all, Zhang Chong and Daoist Zhang are friends of his master, and it's hard to explain whoever's face is hurt.

However, Zhong Wen was unwilling to use Taiji swordsmanship. After all, once Taiji swordsmanship came out, Daoist Zhang would definitely see something.

As for the Taiyi swordsmanship, it is a swordsmanship that goes down with one stroke and does not break or close.

Either you get hurt or I get hurt, there's no turning back at all.

Therefore, this made Zhong Wen still thinking about what kind of swordsmanship he should use to fight against Zhengran.

In Zhong Wen's mind, apart from these few sets of sword skills, he pretended to be other sword skills, and he didn't specifically learn them, he just memorized some sword skills.

"choke, choke"

It was just another two-style sword move, attacking Zhong Wen's down lane, Zhong Wen had no choice but to block back with his sword.

After the sound of "choking", Zhong Wen didn't know what happened.

Several sword moves suddenly appeared in my mind.

"Brother Zhengran, try my sword moves."

As soon as he thought about it, he had to do it, but at this moment, the few sword moves in Zhong Wen's mind were just the sword moves after combining the sword moves in several swordsmanship books.

As for whether it is useful or not, you will only know after you try it.

"Okay, come on."

Zhengran listened to Zhong Wen saying that he wanted to try a trick, so he straightened his mind.

However, in his heart, he felt that Zhong Wen's sword moves were mediocre, and it would not be much better if he changed to other sword moves.

After fighting for so long, he has basically tried everything that needs to be tried, and the swordsmanship he uses has already made Zhong Wen only able to defend, and he doesn't even have a single attack style.

At least, he knew in his heart that the nine-headed junior brother in front of him probably wasn't that powerful in terms of swordsmanship, and he probably was just an ordinary Taoist.

"choke, choke"

Following the several sword moves in his mind, Zhong Wen began to counterattack, one move after another.

Several sword moves made Zhengran feel a flat, calm, cold, cold, and ruthless emotion.

"Huh? Why did the Jiushou sword moves change like this? Why do these sword moves have a cold feeling."

At this moment, Zhengran was puzzled.

Faced with the few moves Zhong Wen used just now, it feels completely different from the swordsmanship he used before, and it also has a feeling of making himself cold, thinking that he must immediately circulate his inner energy to make himself warmer.

"choke choke"

At this time, Zhong Wen was immersed in those several sword moves, one sword after another, moving towards the right way, he didn't even notice that his combined sword moves had an unusual killing power. force.

"Guanzhu, why does Jiushou's swordsmanship seem to be different? Standing so far away, I feel cold."

A Taoist who stood watching not far away said to Zhang Chong in front.

"This kid, and this hand, let alone you feel the cold, even I have already felt the cold."

At this moment, Zhang Chong was surprised.

He originally thought that Zhong Wen's swordsmanship seemed to be mediocre, but when he was about to end his speech, he found that Zhong Wen's swordsmanship had suddenly changed into a different form.

As the Taoist behind him said, there was a sense of coldness in the sword technique that Zhong Wen used just now, and the ultimate move was even worse.

"Han is not cold, cold is not cold, the point of the sword is all snow."

"Wind is not wind, qi is not qi, what is transformed by a sword is water."

"Things are not things, people are not people, and everything the sword turns is ice."

At this time, Zhong Wen kept making sword moves, and he was unable to resist every strike, let alone attack with the sword.

Just like the words in Zhong Wen's mouth, every sentence is basically filled with coldness, ruthlessness, and compassion.

"choke choke"

Zhong Wen's heart at this moment is completely immersed in his thoughts.

As for the few sword moves in his mind, after he first used them, the next sword move began to flash in his mind.

Every sword move, along with the internal energy in Zhong Wen's body, carries a sense of power and a trace of coldness.

"choke, pop"

After Zhong Wen's two sword strikes, he was blocked by Zhengran with one strike and went away, but the next strike hit his chest and shoulders. Fortunately, no flesh was hurt, but his Taoist uniform was picked.

Seeing such a state, Zhang Chong hurriedly took a sword from the weapon rack and jumped into the field.

"Of course, you are not the opponent of Jiushou, go down first."

As soon as Zhang Chong entered the arena, he blocked Zhong Wen's sword and blocked the sword that should have hurt Zhengran.Otherwise, Zhengran at this time is probably injured by Zhong Wen's sword.

Zhengran knew in his heart that he was too tired to deal with the few swords that Zhong Wen used just now, and it was hard to even dodge them.

Then, quickly took the long sword and walked to the side.

As for Zhong Wen, he didn't even know that his opponent had changed. In his eyes, no one was the same. Some of them beat the opponent to the ground.

On the other hand, at this moment, Daoist Zhang Chong was staring at Zhong Wen in front of him, with a serious face, and the long sword in his hand was clenched even tighter.

His original intention was just to try the skills of Li Daoling's disciples. Similarly, he just wanted to know how capable Li Daoling's disciples were and whether they could compare with himself.

But now, in this disciple fight, Li Daoling's disciple almost wounded his eldest disciple by the sword.

If he hadn't stepped in at the critical moment, his eldest disciple, Zheng Ran, would have been seriously injured by now.

Zhang Chong didn't speak, just stared at Zhong Wen, resisting the incoming sword with one sword after another.

But every time he resisted a sword, he made him face it squarely, because every time he resisted a sword, he felt a strange cold attack, and if he didn't circulate his inner energy to keep out the cold, he felt that the next sword would strike him up.

"Ice and snow are ruthless, cold and self-aware, a sword flies snow, cool."

"The heavy snow is flying, covering the earth, and the snow is falling with a sword, and it is cold."

"Xueluo is boundless, without sadness or joy, one sword gathers snow and ice."

"Ice melts the earth, infinite vitality, one sword melts ice, cold."

When Zhong Wen was immersed in his newly created swordsmanship at this moment, every sentence, every word in his mouth, after it fell out, seemed to freeze the world.

Just after Zhong Wen finished speaking, the sky was strange, and pieces of snowflakes began to fall, heralding the establishment of Zhong Wen's new sword technique.