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Volume 2: Love, infatuation, love and hate watch the world!  Chapter 19 Curse?

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    In the early morning, the moon was lacking and the stars were scarce, so the light was a little dim.  In the courtyard outside the east wing of the No. 1 Village in the World, the early spring dew has fallen and is dotted on the flowers and plants in the courtyard, like crystal clear gems, reflecting colorful light.  The night is already deep and the wind is a bit cold.  Yan Ruofeng was shirtless and standing in the courtyard wearing a pair of loose trousers, holding a sword in his hand.  ??Wooden sword.  The light wooden sword was held tightly in Yan Ruofeng's right hand. His right arm hung down naturally. The tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground. His shoulders, body and the ground formed a triangle. If someone came to measure the distance between his shoulders and his body,  You might be shocked by the angle - it's exactly 37.5 degrees, the perfect angle to draw the sword.  Many swordsmen have spent their entire lives thinking about how to draw out the sword in their hands faster and thrust out the sword in their hands faster. Everyone has their own habits, but this angle is favored by most people.  Yes, there are only a few people who can always maintain this angle to draw and draw their swords.  Yan Ruofeng could do it easily.  This seems to have become his instinct.  He hasn¡¯t touched a sword for a long time, and there is a faint repulsion in his subconscious.  He has an unknown fear.  Although he couldn¡¯t figure out what happened before, he still followed his subconscious approach and never touched the sword.  Three whole years.  Until today, Sai Huatuo and Sai Bianque diagnosed him during the day and thought that he was obsessed. Duan Tianya seemed to have thought of something and led Shangguan Haitang out. He stayed alone in the dull room and thought a lot, but  I can't remember it, but I have a feeling of drawing a sword and practicing sword practice.  Very strong.  Therefore, Yan Ruofeng, who couldn't sleep, found a wooden sword with no arms in the middle of the night and went to the courtyard outside the room.  But the strange thing is that he wanted to practice swordsmanship, but when he drew the sword, he didn't know what sword to practice.  The arm stabbed out naturally, with a very standard sword-drawing angle and a perfect sword-wielding speed, but then he didn't know how to change his sword technique.  He has an illusion - he doesn't know any swordsmanship or any swordsmanship.  It was a very contradictory feeling, but it appeared naturally in him.  ¡°Could it be that I¡¯ve really gone crazy?  Yan Ruofeng sighed, then smiled indifferently, so what does it matter?  Flowers bloom and fade, the wind blows and the wind stops. Everything has its prosperity and decline, and so does martial arts. Obsession should be part of the progress of martial arts.  What's more, he had a feeling that he was not obsessed, but that he had stepped into a swamp that he couldn't get out of and was lost.  This is a very pure feeling, just like hunger and sadness, it is his natural feeling, but Yan Ruofeng is willing to believe it.  If you don¡¯t know what kind of sword to practice, just use random moves.  You can do whatever comes to your mind, why should you be limited to other people¡¯s swordsmanship?  A strange feeling arose in Yan Ruofeng's heart, and he seemed to be in a special state.  Heart, mind, and body were in astonishing agreement. He felt that he had never been so close to his heart and understood what he wanted to do.  Draw out the sword and look at the leaves diagonally above.  Yan Ruofeng's heart moved, and his hand moved without hesitation.  The wrist flew, and the wooden sword cut through the silent night sky like lightning. The whistling wooden sword did not contain any force. It relied entirely on the angle and speed of the sword to perfectly stab the leaves diagonally above, and the sword body sunk deeply  Backhand, petals at the feet behind you.  Ye Ruofeng stood on his head out of thin air, his body instantly twisted at an incredible angle and speed, and the wooden sword in his hand stabbed out unconsciously, piercing the air, stabbing the petals under his feet behind him, sinking deeply Spin, fast  Draw your sword.  Yan Ruofeng's body standing upside down in the air broke away from the gravity of the earth at this moment, spinning like a spinning top. The whirlwind brought by the height blew all the petals and leaves on the ground into the air. The sword in Yan Ruofeng's hand turned into  Make thousands of moves, thrust out draw out the sword, turn around, spin, backhand, straight slash Yan Ruofeng's heart has no limitations at this moment, and the imagination is free, no matter what the limitations of swordsmanship, what changes between moves  , what flexibility, what speed all of this was left behind by him, his heart was dancing, and the sword was dancing too. He used the sword to dance out his own heart, pure freedom The last move is Zhongruo  At the critical moment, the next move is fluttering; the previous move is illusory, real, bright and clear, and you can't see the true face of Lushan; the next move is simple, natural and without any fancy, putting everything before your eyes; all contradictory and non-contradictory swordsmanship and moves  , the artistic conception was captured by Yan RuoWith the letter in his hand, there was a flash of sword light in the courtyard, and a rain of flowers began After a while, Ye Ruofeng stopped what he was doing. The tip of his sword pointed diagonally, trembling, and his heart was also trembling, as if there was something wrong.  Something was to be born from his heart.  Jitter.  A special rhythm emanates from his body. It is a kind of death breath, very vague, only a trace, as if it does not exist.  However, Yan Ruofeng's body trembled violently, and the sword in his hand trembled together. The fallen flowers and leaves on the ground once again violated the laws of nature at this moment, floating to the tip of Yan Ruofeng's sword, covering his sword body.   ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? squeak!  squeak!  squeak!  The blade of the sword shook violently, so much that it made a rattling sound.  "The sword in his hand is about to break." Duan Tianya said softly in the room adjacent to Yan Ruofeng's wing.  They watched Yan Ruofeng the whole night. From him meditating alone to slowly dancing with his sword to standing still and shaking, all Yan Ruofeng's movements were under their eyes.  Looking at Yan Ruofeng who couldn't help but tremble, Shangguan Haitang couldn't help but glance at Duan Tianya, with a strange look on his face, unable to hide his sadness, "I really hope what you said before is not true. Everything about him is actually from that set of swordsmanship."  Curse!" Duan Tianya was silent.  Sai Huatuo and Sai Bianque¡¯s expressions also kept changing, and finally sighed.  Without saying anything, he turned and left the window.  "Don't disturb him, his current condition is very dangerous." Sai Huatuo sat on the bed, looked at Duan Tianya and Shangguan Haitang who wanted to pass and said softly.  Then he said in a tone that only he could hear, "This set of swordsmanship has appeared again after fifty years, God's will." His tone was indescribably desolate, and he was indescribably lonely.  Duan Tianya, and Shangguan Haitang stopped trying to go out. How could they not see Yan Ruofeng's state at this time?  Losing your mind and not being able to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy?     Why.  Looking at the trembling figure in the courtyard, he let out a long sigh.  I don¡¯t know how long it took, but Yan Ruofeng¡¯s trembling body finally stopped.  After all, the sword in his hand did not thrust out, not only because the wooden sword had been broken due to the stress, but also because the aura of death had left, as if it had never appeared.  Poof, Yan Ruofeng spurted out a large mouthful of blood and fell in the courtyard.  Blood, scattered in the air, is very bright, more beautiful than flowers ps: Chapter 1 today.  I have an exam in the afternoon, so the chapter in the evening may be later.
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