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Every sword light has a terrible prestige.

"Buzz!"

The sword is as bright as the wind and thunder. It can cut through the void and come out of the sky.

The sword light is sharp and gorgeous, striking and killing, interweaving, and covering the leaf maple for a moment.

Ye Feng's face was terrified. At this moment, he found that the sword light was shrouded. Every sword light was invincible. He could not avoid carrying wind and thunder.

"There is no sword in your hand, but a sword in your heart. You have stepped into the way of the heart of a sword as master said."

At the moment, Ye Feng thought of a thing.

Master once mentioned to him that above the meaning of the sword, there is a way of the heart of the sword that all Kendo aspire to and want to understand.

The way of the heart of a sword is to be able to have a sword without a sword in his hand, but to have a sword in his heart.

With the body as the sword and the heart as the sword, you can truly be invincible.

The young man in front of him was about the same age as he was. He had reached the level of master's words. It was beyond the realm of sword. How could he not be shocked!

The terrifying road is covered by the bright sword light, which makes Ye Feng deeply trapped and unable to escape.

In an instant, there is a breath of death climbing out of the deep soul of Ye Feng.

"The morning hears the way, the evening dies without regret!"

But at this moment, Ye Feng felt that even if he was dead, there was nothing more.

At least, he personally experienced the kind of realm that master had said.

"What is the meaning of a sword? A sword is an object, a state, a wish, a direction, and a heart. If the heart is indomitable, the sword is invincible. If there is no sword in the eye, there is a sword in the heart. It is the meaning of the sword. The combination of man and man is also the sword idea."

With such a sound into Ye Feng's ears, the thunder sword light in front of him suddenly changed, and the large sword light was changing.

Then, Ye Feng saw the countless sword light in his eyes, and instantly condensed into the figure of that young man.

At the moment, the figure of the young man is just like a sword, which contains a special rhythm, as if it can resonate with the void of heaven and earth.

This moment, Ye Feng's eyes are shaking, and the sword in his hand is constantly trembling for it.

"The meaning of sword is the artistic conception of the sword. The realm of the swordsman is both born out of accidents and embodied in the image. The sword in hand is only the extension of the meaning of the sword. Everything comes from the heart. The heart is the source of the sword. The sword in the heart is the original heart of the sword and the source of practicing the sword."

When such a voice fell, the scene in front of Ye Feng disappeared.

The sword in his hand stopped trembling and neighing, but at the moment, Ye Feng's eyes turned into sword light, stagnant, and seemed to be immersed in some kind of state.

Not far away, Du Lingwei's arms, Du Xiaogui's eyes stare very big, also gush out the shock color.

No one saw Du Lingwei's feet, a small black ant's eyes, now also full of horror color, can't believe, murmured: "master's sword is too terrible!"

Du Shaomu's momentum was restrained. Looking at the dull young man in front of him, Du Shaomu raised a faint smile and a touch of appreciation in his eyes. He said softly, "how much you can understand depends on your own understanding."

When the voice dropped, Du Shaomu looked back and said to Du Lingwei, "Lingwei, you are waiting for me here, and you can't disturb this little brother."

"Good."

Du Lingwei nodded, her big eyes blinking, as if thinking about something in her head.

Later, Du Shaomu looked at the courtyard and then walked in.

"Brother Mu's sword is just so powerful."

Watching Du Shaomu enter the courtyard, Du Lingwei seems to have not seen it, and her big eyes seem to be thinking about something.

After that, Du Lingwei put down Du Xiaogui in her arms, went to the corner of the square to find a branch of a tree. She shook her hands. Learning from Du Shaomu's appearance, Du Lingwei began to use the branch as a sword and began to perform one stroke and one stroke.

Du Lingwei's strokes are very good. She doesn't have time to pout in her mouth. "I also want to learn martial arts. I want to be a strong man, protect my grandfather, protect my elder sister, protect big brother Zhuang, as well as sister Qingqing and brother Du Yu..."

A little girl, with a branch of a tree, looks strange and lovely.

But at a glance, it was just a little girl playing.

But at the moment, only Du Xiaogui's black eyes showed a bit of incredible shock. He was so shocked that he couldn't believe it in his heart. He said: "how can it be possible? How can this girl understand so quickly..."

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In the courtyard of duanfeng mountain, Du Shaomu stepped in one step, and suddenly the scene was changed greatly, just like appearing in a continuous dense forest.

Everywhere towering trees stand, dark as dark everywhere, gloomy, dense fog.

"Roar..."

There is no time to have a deep roar, as if from the depths of hell in general, let people listen to will tremble, for it's creepy.

At the moment, in the depths of the forest, a girl in Qingyi, who is about seventeen or eighteen years old, is carefully understanding something.The girl's hair is shawl, and her snow-white skin is like lanolin and white jade, with a kind of crystal luster. Her hands are constantly coagulated and shining, and then her eyes are contemplative and dignified.

Du Shaomu appeared behind the girl in green. Looking at the girl's age, he was also surprised.

The girl was immersed in it and pondered over something. It was as if she had not found the existence of Du Shaomu.

Du Shaomu looked at it quietly and was very interested.

The girl's fingerprints kept condensing, and there was a flash of light, but it fell in front of her body without much reaction, and her eyebrows became dignified again.

"Girl, have you learned anything?"

After a long time, Du Shaomu finally spoke.

Just then the girl came to her senses and turned to look back. She was about to open her mouth. When she saw that she was only a 15-year-old boy in front of her, she could not help her eyes moving. It seemed strange that she said, "you are a disciple of Xiaoyao sect. Are you also trapped in this array?"

"I guess so..."

Du Shaomu responded that he was a disciple of the Xiaoyao sect, but he was not trapped in the array.

Looking at the girl in front of him, Du Shaomu was also a little surprised. The girl was very beautiful, and her exquisite jade face was so beautiful that she was so beautiful that she was so charming that people could take a look at the magnificent Star River. Her soul and soul would be shocked, not under Du lingxuan.

"This array is not ordinary. It seems to have something to do with the eight trigrams. It contains the image of the nine palaces. Fortunately, this array only opened a part of it. It doesn't seem to have opened the door of death. Otherwise, we would be in dire straits now."

The girl just took a look at Du Shaomu, and then she was thinking about it, immersed in it.

Listening to the girl's words, Du Shaomu's eyes also moved.

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