Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Chaoyang watched intently, awestruck. This wasn't just an improvement in swordsmanship, but also a deepening of their mutual understanding and trust. Every move and form revealed their passion and dedication to swordsmanship, as well as their deep reliance on each other. Especially when the five of them combined their strength to unleash their unique sword formation, the sword light shone like a net, impenetrable, as if it could sever all obstacles in the world. The power was so great that even Chaoyang couldn't help but nod inwardly.

The drill was over, and those who had put away their swords and guns put away their guns, their faces filled with smiles of satisfaction and pride. "Uncle, how was it?"

Chaoyang looked at them, his eyes filled with satisfaction and pride. "You've all practiced your sword techniques very well, and you've even incorporated your own ideas. That's excellent. Uncle is proud of you." He smiled and said, "The way of the sword lies in the unity of mind and hand, the sword following the mind. However, it's truly remarkable that you've achieved this level in such a short time."

"Ahua, your spear is the same."

As he spoke, Chaoyang slowly conjured up his own longsword, its light as clear as autumn water, a truly beautiful sight. He whispered, "Let me practice with you, to see if you've truly absorbed what you've learned."

Before he could finish his words, Chaoyang was already in motion, like a cheetah hunting its prey, instantly closing in on Xue Yang. Xue Yang reacted swiftly, holding his sword across his chest, attempting to parry the sudden attack. However, Chaoyang's swordsmanship was a blend of strength and weakness, and a clever shift in tactics exposed a flaw in Xue Yang's defense. Undeterred, Xue Yang quickly adjusted his stance and engaged Chaoyang in a fierce exchange.

Chaoyang's swordsmanship flowed like flowing water, each stroke imbued with profound spiritual power and exquisite technique. Seeing this, Meng Yao, Wei Ying, and Fen Hua joined the fray, and the four engaged Chaoyang in a fierce swordsmanship duel.

Chaoyang's swordsmanship was like a violent storm, overwhelming and overwhelming. However, Meng Yao and the others did not retreat. They relied on tacit cooperation and a deep understanding of swordsmanship to fight against Chaoyang. The sword light intertwined into a magnificent painting on the training ground, and the sword energy was so strong that it seemed to cut through even the air.

While fighting, Chaoyang continued to instruct, "Ahua, your weapon is a spear, not a sword. You must make good use of its length advantage."

Ah Hua gripped his spear tightly, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. "Uncle, I understand."

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Under Chaoyang's guidance, Meng Yao and the others gradually grasped the higher realms of swordsmanship. They no longer simply pursued the splendor of their moves, but began to focus on integrating sword spirit with mental skills. Chaoyang's every attack seemed to guide them past their limits, allowing them to continuously grow through actual combat.

After a fierce bout, Chaoyang finally sheathed his sword and stood, a satisfied smile on his face. "You performed exceptionally well," he said approvingly. "Not only has your swordsmanship improved, but more importantly, the tacit understanding and trust between you has reached a new level."

Upon hearing this, Meng Yao and the others were filled with joy and pride.

"Uncle, you are so awesome!" Wei Ying praised.

"Yes, we will definitely become sword immortals as powerful as you!" Xue Yang said excitedly.

When Chaoyang heard the word "Sword Immortal", he was obviously stunned, then smiled slightly, "Ayang, uncle is not a sword immortal, uncle is just an alchemist." He said gently, but there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, which he himself did not even notice.