After settling the matter with Senior Sister Jian Shui, Fang Heng could finally practice his sword with peace of mind. He had been working hard to study those beautiful sword styles in the past few days. A few days later, Taoist Tianfeng made a routine assessment of his disciples¡¯ recent situation. "Ah Heng, you have been practicing Tianqiong Sword Technique for a while. How are your understanding of those basic sword styles?" Fang Heng said confidently: "You're doing well." "Here, practice two moves for me first. Take a look." Fang Heng agreed, walked to the red maple forest, and pulled out the sword from behind. The sword energy was shocked, and a sword wind broke through the red leaves. Fang Heng's starting move was a smooth sword split, splitting the red leaves to both sides, and then his hands and feet danced together. The sword movement was as fast as the flowing wind, which matched the previous days. He practiced beautiful footwork, and the whole set of movements was smooth and smooth. He lifted up the maple leaves. One set was elegant and unrestrained. If an ordinary person looked at it, he would definitely praise Fang Heng for his superb martial arts. After a dance, Fang Heng sheathed his sword beautifully, feeling pretty good about himself. He returned to the Jiu Sword Fairy, wiped his nose and said, "Master, did I practice well?" Fang Heng was ready to accept it. Praise. "That's right! Thank you for your ability to express yourself," Taoist Tianfeng took a sip from the gourd, curled his lips and said, "Are you sure you are using a sword or playing with a sword?" "Well, why did the master say this" Here, Fang Heng had to admit that his set of moves was a collection of high-level moves selected from the sword style. At least he looked very handsome. "Boy, don't be too sophisticated with those flashy things. When your master and I were young, we were known as the Flying Immortals from Out of Heaven. All we wanted to do was to have a thrill. I wanted to be so cool that I could outshine you." Taoist Tianfeng snorted, "You're like this The movements are flashy, the energy is exhausted from time to time, and it is difficult to renew. It is difficult to use your actual combat power. Enemies of the same strength will find your flaws and defeat you in an instant. The most important thing is that your entire set of movements only focuses on the form and forgets about it. God, how can real sword moves be consistent?" Taoist Tianfeng took the sword in Fang Heng's hand and said, "If you want to be prominent in front of others, you will inevitably suffer behind the scenes. Your master and I were very talented back then, but I paid too much attention to these pretense. I wasted most of my life until I made up my mind to go to the southern barbarian land to experience it, and I finally realized it after many lives and deaths. " Speaking of this, Taoist Tianfeng's eyes flashed with a brief look of helplessness, but it quickly returned. When it dispersed, what was replaced was an unprecedented fierce momentum. "Ah Heng, there are some things that cannot be learned from the Sword Sect Stone. Let me demonstrate this set of Tianqiong Sword Techniques to you. Forget about its shape, and appreciate what you can understand." Taoist Tianfeng holds the sword on his wrist Slowly condensing, the sword peak kept circling in a small circular trajectory, and saw the fallen leaves being rolled up by it, forming a whirlpool. Taoist Tian Feng¡¯s movements were not fast, but his control of the force was perfect. The long rope formed by the rolled leaves began to dance under the movement of the sword, like a long dancing dragon. With a slight lift, the whole leaf dragon rose up. When it flew to a high place, the sword swept away. The leaf dragon in the air fell fiercely like a dragon entering the sea. It set off a wave of leaves on the ground for a long time and was shattered into pieces. , this move was one of Wangyue Peak's unique skills, the Moon-Chasing Sword Technique, and then he began to demonstrate the real Sky Sword Technique. The phantom sword was like a dream, and the screen was astonishing. Fang Heng looked at the scene in front of him in fascination, as if it were the real beauty in the world. This sword technique looks beautiful and clear, but Fang Heng seems to be able to feel the helplessness contained in the sword intention. After a series of movements, the sword intention is endless and endless, but it is hidden at all times. There is an explosive sense of depression, like a dormant beast. If the opponent relaxes, it will be an overwhelming offensive, enough to tear him apart. At this moment, Fang Heng was gradually immersed in that different kind of aura, and his mind kept replaying his feelings when using the moves. Until Taoist Tianfeng finished his sword dance, Fang Heng had not yet come back to his senses and thought carefully. It was not until a quarter of an hour later that Fang Heng woke up from that aftertaste. "Do you have any insights?" Taoist Tianfeng asked while drinking wine. "A little bit, but I can't say it for the moment" Taoist Tianfeng nodded: "A little bit is enough. You don't have to try to understand everything. After all, everyone understands things differently, and many of them are related to their own personality and experience. Regarding this, you only need to remember whether my sword power and sword intention can be broken. It will be useful for you to practice swords in the future." After saying this, Taoist Tian Feng seemed a little tired and turned around. He waved his hand: "Okay, I'm sleepy. You can go and practice by yourself. I'll test you again in a few days. Remember to aim high as a person. You have good qualifications. If you lay a solid foundation, you will definitely benefit from it throughout your life." Then, the figure of Jiujianxian appeared. He left just like that, walking with normal steps, and his back looked a little lonely. Perhaps, the master has experienced some special events before? ?¡ ?¡ ?¡