Song Yuhua didn't take it seriously. The sword strike just now was just a test and a greeting, and it did not represent his true strength.

Song Yuhua mentally communicated with the full moon scimitar in his hand. The blade trembled slightly and made a buzzing sound. The sword energy was like sharp teeth, tearing the air and slashing out suddenly. A waning moon rose, the moonlight fell, and it was extremely cold.

, the holy white light, like a horse, cuts through the void and cuts towards Xie Hui's head.

Xie Hui raised his mind, concentrated and held his breath, his eyes shrank, and his gaze was as sharp as a falcon. He suddenly swung out the judge pen in his hand, with silver hooks and iron paintings, waving it wildly, like a great poet or literary giant, swiping his pen and ink to fill the space in front of him.

When it was used as paper, the true energy was used as ink, and the hooks were drawn horizontally and vertically, and the Eight Methods of Yongzi were used. The tip of the pen was pointed vertically and horizontally at the ordinary Yinhui.

According to legend, Wang Xizhi, the great calligrapher of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, spent several years writing the character "Yong" specifically. He believed that this character has the eight methods of regular script. If the character "Yong" is written well, all characters can be written well. In the future, Wang Xizhi's

The seventh generation Sun Zhiyong passed on the "Eight Methods of Yongzi" to Yu Shinan, and later, it was passed down through many calligraphers.

The Eight Methods of Yongzi: The point is the side, the side edge falls steeply, the strokes are spread out, and the momentum is sufficient to close the front; the horizontal direction is to tighten, and the paper is dropped against the front, go slowly and return sharply, and do not pass along the front; the straight stroke is to push forward, and should not be too straight

, if it is too straight, it will be stiff and weak, but it must be straight in the middle to see the curve; the hook is a crotch, and the pen is held at the front,

Concentrate the power on the tip of the pen; use the upward and horizontal strokes as a strategy, start the stroke as straight strokes, and gain strength at the end of the stroke; long strokes are for sweeping, strokes are straight as the strokes, and the stroke is slightly fatter, and the force must be sent; short strokes are for pecks, and the stroke is drawn to the left,

It is fast and sharp; the pen is pressed into a pen, the reverse edge falls lightly, the folded edge is spread out slowly, and the key to closing the edge is to be subtle.

As a master of calligraphy, Xie Hui naturally has exquisite calligraphy. He integrated the Eight Methods of Yongzi into the Judge's calligraphy, which is so powerful and exquisite that even Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, praised his calligraphy.

"Bo!"

There was a soft sound, like the sound of a bubble being popped. The light of the sword dissipated, the strong wind disappeared, and it was difficult to tell the difference between one move and another.

Song Yuhua was extremely focused, her eyes were empty, and she didn't look at Xie Hui in front of her at all. She was just using her sword skills, not caring who her opponent was or how he responded.

The waning moon rose, reached the zenith, and turned into a full moon. It was as white as jade and as complete as a plate. The silver light scattered all over the ground, illuminating the entire night sky. The light of the sword became even brighter, turning the originally dark master

The whole hall was lit up

, but it didn't give people any feeling of warmth. The light of the sword was cold, cold and cold. Countless small water droplets condensed in the air. The dew dripped, as if it was a light rain. The sword technique was so exquisite that it was already considered miraculous.

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Xie Hui's expression was extremely solemn, and his eyes suddenly opened wide, like a hawk discovering its prey. In his hand, he wrote the most gorgeous article with the judge's pen. The fragrance of ink faintly filled the air, each word was like a pearl, and the flowers were clustered together, as if he had stepped into the world all at once.

In the spring garden, hundreds of flowers are in full bloom, colorful and gorgeous.

"bite!"

There was a slight collision between the Full Moon Scimitar and the Judge's Pen. Gold and iron collided, and sparks flew out. The golden red sparks flashed away, and the swords separated again. The two took a step back at the same time, opening a distance of ten feet.

Their eyes faced each other, the sharp edges in their eyes met, like the collision of swords, and a clanging sound came from the depths of their souls. This was the collision of their momentum and spirit, and it was no less thrilling than a real competition.

The eyes of the two were glowing, and their minds and spirits were indistinguishable. They shouted loudly at the same time, and stepped hard. The basalt slabs shattered, and rocks flew into the air. They were shot towards each other. The sound was terrifying and extremely powerful.

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Song Yuhua had a ghostly figure, dodged from left to right, dodged all the rocks, and appeared in front of Xie Hui. The full moon in the starry sky fell and turned into a red sun. The bright sun was rising, and its path was bright.

The most yin and cold lunar star has transformed into the most yang and strong sun. The sunshine is bright, golden and dazzling.

Faced with such a bright sword light, Xie Hui couldn't help but close his eyes. His eyes were dark, but Xie Hui's mind was elevated to a state he had never reached before, extremely sharp. At this time, Xie Hui was facing

He was in an unprecedented predicament, with no sight, and a sharp sword. He was about to be killed by the bright sword, but he turned into a sage and saint, and the judge's pen in his hand wrote an eternal classic.

"King Wen was restrained and performed "The Book of Changes"; Zhongniee wrote "Spring and Autumn"; Qu Yuan was exiled and wrote "Li Sao"; Zuoqiu was blind, and he wrote "Guoyu"; Sun Tzu Binjiao revised the "Art of War"; Wei Qian did not

"Lü Lan", a historical biography of Shu; Han Fei's "Speaking of Difficulties" and "Lonely Fury" when he was imprisoned in Qin; and "Poetry", three hundred chapters, most of which are the works of sages out of anger."

The bright article illuminates the long river of time, and the bright Hao sun gives birth to all living things. The two collide together. The bright light has never been seen before. This is the collision of the light of life and the light of civilization. The collision

The light that was produced after that was so dazzling that everyone outside the main hall who was paying attention to the battle looked away. Their eyes were completely white and they couldn't see anything at all.

"when!"

The fierce collision produced a loud sound. This sound has a wonderful effect. When it reaches the ears, the wisdom is greatly increased and the soul is warmed. It is really magical.

Song Yuhua let out a clear whistle, which was crisp and sweet, like the collision of wind chimes, like the tinkling of a clear spring, making people feel extremely pure and peaceful. A bright smile appeared on her charming jade face, and she waved the full moon scimitar in her hand again, incomparably exquisite.

, along an incomparably mysterious angle, rowing towards the void and slashing down.

The sun and the moon rotate, yin and yang change, the sun and the moon leap high on the ground at the same time, leaping three thousand feet, a bright and brilliant galaxy opens, the stars shine, countless, the sun and the moon blend into it, inconspicuous, the Milky Way is gorgeous, like a dream

It is like an illusion, just like the sky leaning down, pouring down towards the world, roaring continuously, the heaven and earth shaking.

Incomparably bright and gorgeous light shines. This exquisite and pure sword technique is no longer like the sword technique in the world. This is a sword that can only be cut by the gods above the nine heavens. It is extremely stunning, dreamy and gorgeous, and dazzling.

Facing such dazzling and stunning sword skills, Xie Hui froze on the spot. The judge pen in his hand fell and hit the stone slab, leaving a white mark.

A look of relief appeared on Xie Hui's face. There were bright stars in his eyes. A warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He slowly closed his eyes, leaving the galaxy in his eyes forever. He closed his eyes and waited.

die.

A strong wind passed by, the sword air was cold, a wisp of black hair fell, and the sword light stopped in front of Xie Hui's face, leaving almost no gap.

Song Yuhua's body was majestic and heroic, but his face was indifferent, as cold as ice. His majestic momentum and pure temperament created a huge contrast, exuding unparalleled attraction and making people admire him.
Chapter completed!