The moonlight was melting, the night was as cold as water, a rainbow light streaked across the sky, falling towards the shore like a meteor. The sharp sword intent in it was enough to tell that the swordsmanship of the person was by no means ordinary.
In the sound of the poem, the rainbow light fell to the ground, and the surging sword intent caused the long river to stir up waves, and a cold, arrogant and aloof figure appeared.
The dusty white clothes form a strong contrast with the black piping, the white hair is tied up in a high bun, and the sword on the back shows half of its edge in the sheath.
The person who came was none other than Yi Qi Xing, the leader of the Seven Cultivation of Martial Arts.
Lin Chongyang was not surprised that he was found. After all, he had stayed in Jiangnan for six years. As long as people who knew him paid a little attention, this was probably the current situation.
Today's Yi Qixing is not like another time and space, where friends, brothers, and family members died one after another. After many hardships and being severely beaten by the world of misery again and again, he became a true peerless swordsman.
immediately.
"I am here to discuss swords, or to explain the Zhanyun Realm."
Before Yi Qixing could open his mouth, he heard a cold voice and blocked all his unspoken words.
In another time and space, the two met unexpectedly in Lingzhou, Beihai. Lin Chongyang, who was refining the power of death, met Yi Qixing, who knew that Demon Shi still had a backup plan and rushed back to deal with the aftermath. After a conversation, they started to look at each other. Eye to eye.
Unfortunately, time was too tight at the time, and Yi Qi Xing's veins had just been repaired and re-knitted, so he could no longer use force for a short period of time, so the two could not discuss swords.
Comparing the two, Lin Chongyang couldn't even look up at him today.
The current head of the Seventh Cultivation of Martial Arts, his whole body can be summed up in two words - he deserves a beating.
The other party's trip was nothing more than a message from Qi Taizu, or someone from Zhanyun Realm looking for him, or both. After all, many years had passed, and there was no other possibility.
"..."
After hearing the words "Zhan Yunjie", Yi Qixing's face darkened visibly. He still remembered what Yinhe Shang said to him when he called Yuansou when he came to him, which made him very unhappy.
He had already decided to leave Zhanyun Realm, and even the Ten Forms of Tianshu had been sealed by him. How could he go back just because of a few words?
Even though Zhan Yunjie no longer insists on expanding territory and invading the poor, there is absolutely no reason to change the decision made by Yi Qixing so easily.
But when Yi Qi frowned, he said, "Discuss swords."
After meeting each other, Lin Chongyang also noticed the difference in him.
Because of the difference in the sources of power, Yi Qixing did not experience any physical rejection after coming to the suffering state. Moreover, due to the accident in the forest prison, the three human veins were not injured by the mountain ghost.
Except for the foundation of Zhanyun Realm being sealed by him, his condition is very good, but it looks like he needs more beatings.
After taking a look at the sword in the sheath, Lin Chongyang said: "The sword behind you is moaning. Wash your body with snow to purify your mind. Bath in the snow. It's a very good name."
At the same time, the long sword behind Yi Qixing kept trembling. This was something that had never happened before.
The sound of sword sounds made him feel very strange and uncomfortable.
just like……
While Bao Xue was happy for the other person's praise, he was also using the other person's mouth to communicate and cry with him. This behavior made him very unhappy.
Yi Qixing originally felt that this sword was not worthy of him. Normally, he would not let the blade of the sword go above his head when carrying the sword. However, at this time, it was echoing other people's words and was not under his control. This made Juedai Jiansu if he could Tolerate.
At this time, I heard Lin Chongyang continue: "However, as the sword master, you recognize the meaning it represents, but do not recognize it itself. How can you discuss swords with me like this?"
With these words, Bao Xue almost came out of the sheath. If Yi Qixing hadn't suppressed it with his own martial arts, his sword might have had its name changed.
"Whether you can or can't is up to you." He said forcefully.
But at the same time as he spoke, he took off Bao Xue and the scabbard, and stood on the ground on his right.
"The guest has a heart, but the sword has no mouth. The guest tells Crow Jiu with his sword: Don't admire me for my jade, and don't praise me for my bell. It's better to hold on to me to cut through the floating clouds, without any order to cover the day."
For you, let the light of selflessness reach all things, and the insects will bloom and the grass will sprout. "
Lin Chongyang, who was sitting in the pavilion, didn't even get up. The sword was really ruined by the sword master. He continued to speak:
"You should have read The Nine Swords of Crows written by Xiangshan layman, but did you know that Bath Xue is now psychic? As a sword master, you can't even praise it. As a sword master, you don't even understand it. My own sword."
Judging from his sword-making craftsmanship, it seems that Bath Xue was not made by a friend or descendant he knew well. Putting it this way...
Although Zhan Yunjie has little to do with Binglou, Yi Qixing has interacted with people from Binglou. Should he say that fortune is making people miserable?
Yi Qixing put his right hand on the head of Zha Xue's sword and snorted coldly: "Humph!"
He is not good at words, so asking him to talk back is undoubtedly making things difficult for this peerless swordsman, but taking action directly is not in line with his personality.
"It just so happens that I also have a psychic sword."
Lin Chongyang raised his hands and walked out of the pavilion. Immediately, he saw a sheathed sword materializing at the same time, landing steadily in front of him.
The whole thing is a cold jade color, as cold as autumn water, with golden embellishments on it, making the scabbard look extremely gorgeous. The wingspan on both sides of the sheath mouth is decorated with sharp prisms, making it look like a crown. The two contrasting scenes make it look like the emperor in the sword dominates the world.
Vaguely, Yi Qixing saw a figure on the sword, dressed in black clothing, with red sword marks on the center of his eyebrows, and pink hair hanging down naturally.
He raised his right hand and brushed the back of his fingers across the sword body, from bottom to top, from the sword grid to the sword tip. Lin Chongyang turned his hand to hold the sword hilt, and heard a loud sound as the sword was unsheathed:
"The name of the sword is Qi Ye. If you feel that you are not wrong, then use this battle to prove that you are right."
On the other side, as soon as the dust settled, Yi Qixing's true energy moved, Bao Xue flew out of the scabbard, and he grasped the hilt of the sword with his forearm.
"I hope your sword can be worthy of your name. Don't let Yi Qi return in despair."
immediately!
The two swords and intents were surging, and they clashed fiercely in the middle of the battle. The vast sword energy burst out, like the sound of gold and iron colliding, or like the sound of rain hitting banana trees.
Suddenly, the water in the river was boiling, and the wind and clouds dispersed in the sky.
After the power was exhausted, there was a thunderous explosion, and the scattered sword light shot out in all directions, using the remaining power to roll up the powerful airflow, turning into a roaring wind, tearing apart the gentle river surface, and rushing up water pillars one after another.
Yi Qixing praised: "Amazing sword intent."
He was as still as a mountain, with a calm and calm posture. The fighting spirit in his body surged compared to before, and his sword intent became stronger and stronger.
Tick, tick...
The water droplets that were stirred up either fell to the ground or fell back into the river.
In the void, the sound of wind echoed.
Suddenly!
Zheng!
The sound of swords in Qingyue resounded loudly, and only people and swords could be seen moving.
"One move will let you know the difference."
Man and sword are indistinguishable from each other, and the mind and sword are one and the same.
When the sword came out, it was like a dragon turning invisible and waving its tail, suddenly seeing changes in the wind and clouds, and a mixture of energy and thunder.
(End of chapter)
