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Lingling holds the ice sword in her hand, and the sword emits a wave of cold air. Her swordsmanship is exquisite, with each swing as smooth as flowing water. The ice sword glimmers in the sunlight, radiating a dazzling brilliance.
During their training, they spar with each other, constantly improving their skills. Chin Feng and Sung engage in intense swordplay, with their swords crossing and sword energy overflowing. Their bodies move like smoke in the wind, swiftly and agilely. Each move is carefully designed and full of power.
Chin Feng smiled provocatively and said, "Sung, come on, let me see your progress."
Sung resolutely responded, "Chin Feng brother, please give me your guidance!"
Their swordsmanship became faster and faster, with the sword light streaking across the night sky like shooting stars. Suddenly, Chin Feng unleashed an astonishing move, causing a surge of sword energy to form into a tornado, trapping Sung within it.
Sung struggled to break free, facing the astonishing move from Chin Feng, and asked in confusion, "What... what move is this?"
Chin Feng smiled confidently and answered, "This is the first move of the Seven Heavenly Sword Technique, called Starlight Dawn!" As he spoke, the tornado grew more intense. Despite feeling suffocated, Sung persisted, silently repeating to himself, "I won't lose!"
Suddenly, Sung unleashed his own potential. His sword gleamed, sword energy surged, and bravely dispersed the raging wind dragon. His sword was like a shooting star cutting through the night sky, firmly pointing at Chin Feng as he declared loudly, "The extraordinary move, Windbreaking Sword!"
Chin Feng felt the pressure from Sung and quickly evaded, but Sung's sword light followed closely like a shadow. The two swordsmen's techniques intertwined in the air, and the intense collisions filled the entire arena with a tense atmosphere.
Watching the match, Dei Wu's eyes sparkled with amazement, and she couldn't help but praise, "This match is truly spectacular!" Her eyes were filled with admiration for the two swordsmen.
Wuming stood aside, with a hint of excitement in his eyes. He saw the potential in Chin Feng and Sung, as well as their strong determination towards each other. He nodded in approval and said, "Good, both of them have shown the determination not to easily let go of each other!"
The intense competition continued, and the swordsmanship of Chin Feng and Sung intertwined like two intertwining fire dragons, with every collision sparking a shower of sparks. Their determination was firm, both eager to prove their strength in this competition.
As the competition reached its climax, Chin Feng unleashed a breathtaking move. He took a deep breath, channeling all his strength into the tip of his sword. The sword light surged like a flood, trapping Sung within it. He loudly declared, "The ultimate skill of Chin Feng, the Wind God Sword!"
Facing this overwhelming power, Sung resisted with all his might, gritting his teeth and murmuring to himself, "I cannot lose... to this move..." But ultimately, he was overpowered and sent flying by Chin Feng's mighty sword energy, crashing heavily to the ground.
On the sidelines, Dei Wu saw this scene and couldn't help but worryingly call out, "Sung!" Concern was evident in her eyes.
Wuming quickly stepped forward to assist Sung, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?" His voice was filled with the love and care of a master.
Sung stood up and rubbed his body that had been hit, smiling as he replied, "Don't worry, everyone, I'm fine. I was just startled." There was an unwavering determination in his eyes, showing that even though he fell, he did not lose his fighting spirit.
After the competition, Chin Feng and Sung stood on the side, panting. Despite the intense battle, the competition deepened the friendship and trust between them.
Chin Feng walked over and reached out to help Sung, with a smile of appreciation on his face. "You did great, Sung. This duel has been beneficial for both of us," Chin Feng said, with a tone full of respect and praise for his friend.
Sung grasped Chin Feng's hand, stood up, and responded with a smile, "Thank you, Chin Feng. Your swordsmanship has shown me a higher level." His eyes revealed a desire for the future and a pursuit of his own swordsmanship.
Dei Wu and Lingling walked over and joined the conversation. The four of them formed a circle, sharing the exciting moments of the competition and the experiences they had gained.
Wuming looked at them and felt a sense of comfort in his heart. He knew that through such exchanges, these young swordsmen would continue to grow and become outstanding figures in the future martial arts world.
Every day's training is tough, but they must overcome the difficulties in order to face the challenge of Shadow Sect.
In addition to martial arts training, Chin Feng also told the team about the conspiracy of Shadow Sect.
The purpose of Shadow Sect is not only to control the martial arts world, but also to have a larger plan that concerns the fate of the entire country.
This has made them more determined to stop Shadow Sect, and this battle is not only for the martial arts world, but also concerns the peace of the entire country.
In the training ground of the valley in the early morning, the sun rose, illuminating the entire area. Dei Wu and Lingling confronted each other in the field, Dei Wu wielding the Yanxin Sword with flames leaping from its blade, while Lingling gripped the cold ice sword with its blade shimmering with icy light.
Dei Wu waving the Yanxin Sword, the swordsmanship is passionate and full of excitement, flames leaping with every sword move, her actions are both elegant and swift, amidst the rolling sword light like a fire snake, creating a fervent atmosphere. Meanwhile, Lingling responds with a calm and cold ice sword technique, each sword swing accompanied by a piercing chill, her movements precise and elegant, the sword light shining with a cold brilliance.
This is a visual and sensory feast, the flames of the Yanxin Sword and the Frost of the ice sword intertwining in the air, creating a battlefield of fire and ice. The atmosphere in the arena is filled with the opposition of flames and icy cold, forming a spectacular scene.
"Lingling, don't lose too embarrassingly!" Dei Wu provocatively taunted with fiery energy.
Lingling coldly responded, "I will show you the power of ice."
Their sword techniques clashed against each other, intertwining flames and ice, creating a deafening sound. The flames of the Yanxin Sword burned in the air, while the Frost of the ice sword solidified into ice pillars.
"Lingling, your ice sword is too strong!" Dei Wu praised, panting.
"Not enough, try to elevate your flame," Lingling encouraged with a smile.
Their duel lasted for a long time, and finally, the training ended. They stood together, sweating but with smiles on their faces. This training not only improved their swordsmanship but also deepened their friendship and cooperation.
"This training session was really interesting!" Dei Wu said with satisfaction.
"Yes, we all made progress," Lingling nodded in agreement.
Everyone's hearts are filled with confidence in facing the challenges of the future. Everyone understands that only through continuous effort can we become stronger and better equipped to face the impending dangers.
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