It's real gold!
Real gold that is not afraid of fire!
There is so much gold in the sky!
The strong energy of the sun——
The white-gold Gang Qi suddenly blazed brightly, emitting tongues of flame like flowers, like the coronal current of the sun.
Mianliu Gangqi enveloped the whole body, forming a defensive posture. Countless golden waves rushed towards his face, breaking through the outermost layer of firelight and directly inserted into the Gang Qi. Although it did not harm the swordsmith's body, it would not be destroyed and seemed to cover the surface of his body.
This scene reminded the swordsmith of the day before yesterday, when he used countless golden needles to pierce the enemy's surface!
"Hehe... well done, well done - be louder!"
Ai Xin didn't expect that the swordsmanship he had long forgotten would bring unexpected surprises, and he shouted to the sky with a hoarse voice.
The golden rain stars suddenly turned into raindrops, and then into rain lines, falling with a spluttering sound, and the sky and the earth became golden!
"Ming!"
The cry of the phoenix sounded, and in the golden rain, the red bird spread its wings and protected the young swordsmith under its wings. Countless golden particles invaded Zhuniao's body. The deeper they went, the more they were melted by the blazing fire, and finally disappeared, unable to invade after all.
But the swordsmith can only hide under his wings and cannot advance even an inch. The flowing Gang Qi couldn't help but spit out the fine pieces of gold that occasionally broke through the wings. At this time, he was only a few feet away from the Golden Man, but the distance was blocked by the golden rain and could not be crossed.
"Haha, hahaha..." Ai Xin laughed wildly in the golden man. With a force, the golden man sat up, and his eyes were able to look directly at the young man surrounded by Zhuniao, who was embarrassed in the rain.
"What? You're no longer majestic now, are you? You're not too arrogant, are you? You're not afraid of the golden mountains and golden dragons, so why did you become a drowned dog in someone's rain? Bah, you are also a ridiculous little thief who is strong on the outside! Go to hell!"
He howled, and the golden warrior's palm mutated and turned into a golden spear, stabbing the swordsmith in the rain fiercely!
Seeing the golden spear in front of him, the young man raised his eyes, stretched out his hand, and held the spear——
"laugh--"
The stabbing spear was firmly held in his hand.
In his hand, the platinum flame burned quietly:
"It's funny - at this time, you are still so complacent?" The flame in his hand burned, and the golden gun turned into juice like wax and dripped drop by drop.
"Your gold is all fake gold. Let me say it again - fake gold is only suitable for turning water. Just like you, you are a standard parallel import! The so-called real gold is only the golden rain from the sky."
"Why...why..." Ai Xin looked at the golden gun that he had worked so hard to form, and it was being shattered bit by bit. He felt that the last bit of courage was breaking bit by bit, and the golden rain in the sky seemed to come from another world. .
"A failed swordsman, even if he succeeds occasionally, it is just a fluke. He still has to ask the enemy——"
"To hold—Yanggu!"
The big vermilion bird disappeared instantly, and instead, a red sun rose from the ground.
The red sun does not rise slowly. Instead, it is like a semicircular bowl buckled on the ground, just like the red sun that has just risen from the mountain. The ground is the horizon.
Although the sun was not high noon, it was still full of blazing heat, and the red sun disk released dazzling golden light. Not to mention the golden rain from the sky that invaded the red sun, it even burned into ashes outside that layer of golden light.
Ai Xin was stunned. He never thought that the opponent who had brought him a life-and-death crisis would still hide such a trump card. Endless fear arose in his already riddled heart.
In despair, he would only shout: "No - golden rain, it will rain harder, it will rain heavily!"
As he kept shouting, the cracks in the sword in his hand became more and more obvious, reaching a certain limit——
The gold rain fell more violently, almost forming a golden curtain, but the gold did not become harder, but was burned faster by the golden light. This piece of real gold seemed to be turned into fake gold!
The dazzling golden light twisted into threads and pulled away from the red sun. When he got entangled with the sword, the sword's body and blade could no longer be seen at all, leaving only a thread of golden light.
It’s golden light, and it’s a sword!
In addition to swordsmanship, it is also the art of sword control. Only by mastering the sword to the level of "practicing the sword into silk" can one control this powerful golden light.
The superposition of swordsmanship and sword-controlling skills, Golden Silk Sword, and Yanggu Sword are the strongest and fastest single-target swordsmanship!
"Swordsmanship - Golden Silk Sword!"
Light - it's here!
In an instant, the golden light passed through the golden rain curtain and reached the door facing Ai Xin.
Ai Xin couldn't move her hands and feet, but her mind moved——
A long sword crossed in front of him!
It wasn't the Golden Man who raised his sword, but his Treasure Sword that flew in front of him, blocking the swordsman's fatal blow!
A head-to-head confrontation between swords!
Click——
The sound of breaking.
A cut appeared in the center of the Jubao Sword. The cut spread and connected with the original crack. Finally, a scar was formed across the sword.
With a clang, half of the sword fell off.
The sword body was shattered, but it did not lose its luster, because the swordsman was still alive and the broken sword could still make up for it. Only the death of the swordsman could make the sword lose its luster.
But that was just a blink of an eye.
The moment the sword shattered, the golden warrior dissipated, and Ai Xin rolled down from it, spitting out a mouthful of black foam. It was unclear whether it was blood or residue, leaving only his charred and mutilated body. The rain of gold in the sky also stopped, leaving not even a trace of gold on the ground.
The swordsmith stood in front of him. The red sun behind him disappeared. The sword body recovered and no longer even burned. It was just enveloped in white-gold aura.
The Gang Qi attached to the sword is enough to kill a weak swordsman.
Ai Xin stared at the sword in his hand, suddenly lost consciousness, and opened his mouth, but could not say a word. His life had come to an end, and all he could burn was nothing but ashes.
However, he kept his mouth open, as if he wanted to ask more questions.
The swordsmith returned to his considerate side and said, "Have you finally figured out why only the golden rain from the sky is different and is real gold?"
"Real gold is not afraid of fire. Haha, even if it is pure real gold, its melting point is only a thousand degrees. How can it withstand the burning of Suzaku fire? What is truly powerful is not gold, nor the imitations you pile up. , but the powerful swordsmanship formed by following the sword's will."
"That golden rain was your first swordsmanship, right?"
Ai Xin's pupils narrowed slowly, obviously shocked.
"At that time, you really wanted to get gold, and you were really happy about it. If gold rain fell from the sky at that time, you must be happy from the bottom of your heart. That swordsmanship was born out of sincere joy, and it is the only It always refers to the swordsmanship of sword intention. So it is the most powerful swordsmanship, and other swordsmanships are just transformations of the sword like gold ingot."
"I told you before that Jin Yuanbao is just the fruit of you and the sword. It is the bridge between you and the sword. What's the point of changing the bridge into various shapes? What you want to practice is the way of the sword. What you realize is the heart of the sword. After holding the sword for so many years, you are getting farther and farther away from the sword. The moment you are closest to the sword is the moment you hold the sword for the first time. At that time, you still have a heart that can be filled with joy. My heart is full.”
"So, do you understand?"
Ai Xin's eyes were a little confused and a little dazed. He was not a smart man, and he was on the verge of death. He could hear some words, but he could not understand them clearly.
After a long time, he opened his mouth.
"Anything else you want to ask?"
Ai Xin's burnt face shed two lines of tears: "Save..."
"Um?"
He only said one word, and his expression was frozen forever.
The swordsmith's long speech failed to register in his ears and heart. At the last moment, what he was thinking about was not answering questions, but struggling to survive.
It's just that there's no cure
"He seemed to have been killed by the sword."
The voice came from behind.
"Yes. If the sword is broken, how can the swordsman survive? This is the most suitable way to die for him."
After saying that, he raised his head: "Really? Senior brother?"
In the air, another young man in white flapped his wings, "You are really capable. I rushed quickly and slowly, and when I arrived, you had already finished. But you talked a lot at the end. In the stories you like to tell, don't you have a villain who dies? Do you talk too much? If you explain to him for a long time and keep nagging, aren't you afraid that he will retaliate and take you away? "
Tang Zhao laughed and said: "Sorry, I consider that I am decent, so it doesn't matter if I say a few more words."
It's not that he was verbose on purpose, but the whole process of fighting with this swordsman was also a process of his thinking about swords, swordsmen, and even sword-making. It seems that he has everything under control, but in fact there are turbulent undercurrents in the process. He calculated mentally but not intentionally, and had the right time and place under his control. Many accidents still happened, such as the golden rain, whose power was beyond his expectation. He was forced to use the virtual weapon he hadn't used for a long time.
In the end, Huang Jinyu's explanation, although he had vague thoughts, was not actually straightened out. As he spoke it, the truth gradually became clear. Rather than explaining to this stupid swordsman, it is better to explain to himself. This is also the process of his self-vigilance.
The enemy's lessons should be used to alert ourselves and illuminate the future path. Only this battle can be considered as a real gain.
"Senior brother just arrived?"
"Just arrived." Jiang Shenyi lowered his wings, "Your swordsmanship has no direction. It's not easy to find you. And after finding you, it will be difficult to get close to you."
When he came, it was when the golden rain was intense. He circled in the air several times, but could not get close, and his wings were almost cut by gold fragments.
So the lesson Jiang Shenyi learned is that his wings need to be strengthened, as they are too easy to break.
"This Ju Bao Sword seems to be defeating me, making it difficult for me to fight."
Jiang Shenyi used wind and thunder as a weapon to restrain the speed flow, but was restrained by powerful physical defense.
Tang Zhao smiled and said: "Actually, it's not that powerful. Gold is conductive and will still eat your lightning attacks. Whenever you encounter a rock sword, you will know what it means to be powerful."
However, gold conducts electricity, and gold made by swordsmanship may not, because swordsmanship can modify swordsmanship. Just like just now, the golden rain full of joy is not only sharp and hard, but also not afraid of high temperatures. It is almost like another material. The mutual complementation and restraint between swordsmanship is only rough, it all depends on the cultivation level.
Therefore, Tang Zhao privately was not optimistic about Jiang Shenyi giving up being a swordsman and finding another path.
"How about the other two?"
"Of course it's okay. Everyone retreated in time. They knew that there were many hands involved in the battle, so they went to Wushu Castle to help with the aftermath. Oh, by the way." Jiang Shenyi suddenly smiled and said, "While you are talking, we I checked the cottage and found the gift hidden by the bandit. It should have been given to other swordsmiths. It is very rich, and I have made a profit this time."
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