Border.
"Heaven sends continuous rain to moisten the green mountains, singing songs to the hearts of pastoralists in Cangye; God sends a stroke of blazing flames to burn away the ignorance and the hidden dragon's song."
Outside Wan Xichao City, on top of a majestic peak, after a period of fermentation, the second showdown between the best swordsmen in the world officially started today.
The person coming is the blazing dragon, Chilin, and the challenger is the divine sword, Sword without Queen.
"To be listed in the Fengyun Monument with someone like you is nothing less than a big shame for us." Looking at the person opposite him with his hands behind his back, Chilin opened his mouth and gave a quite pertinent evaluation.
Although he felt that his chances of winning "the best sword in the world" were not high, it was more than enough to deal with the sword without a queen.
But he had no idea about that name.
Such sharp and straightforward words deeply hurt Dao Wuhou's heart after reaching his ears. He only heard him shout:
"Where is the young boy from? He's not afraid of flashing his tongue!"
"One move gives you a chance to fight for your life."
Chilin didn't plan to waste too much time here. His senior sister was waiting for him to go to a newly opened restaurant in the city, so he was ready to make a quick decision.
But I saw a long sword materialized, held in the hand by Dao Wuhou. The handle was a leopard head with teeth and claws, full of momentum. The sword was decorated with gold-rimmed dragon patterns. The shape of the blade was like a Wu hook, with a clean silver light and unusual generosity. .
"My Imperial Martial God Slash will let you know how high the sky is and how high it is."
As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely fierce sword intent erupted. I saw that Dao Wuhou pushed his body to the limit and launched his first move:
"Death to God!"
It is the inheritance of the world's sealing sword, the supreme skill of the Emperor's Heavenly Slashing Style.
The awe-inspiring sword light soaring into the sky was fierce and domineering, slashing down at Chilin with great force. At the same time——
"If Mu Tian has a way, then Shen Wuji will do it!"
With awe-inspiring brows, the red flame dragon activates his martial arts body, and the unique knowledge of the Holy Way of Shepherding is transformed with the sword in his hand. He is as powerful as the emperor of heaven coming to earth, and all living things are bowing down.
boom!
When the two moves met at the extreme, the golden sword light burst out, and it directly chopped the fierce sword energy into pieces. Its power was not reduced at all, and passed through Dao Wuhou's chest, bringing up a blood flower.
Pfft——
In the swirling smoke and dust, a faint red light flashed through. After the smoke and dust dispersed, the victory, defeat, and life and death were all decided.
The winner is the blazing dragon Chilin.
The red dragon from Tianjiang took out a yellow talisman, activated it with true energy and struck it on the fallen corpse, sending it on its last journey to prevent the corpse from being taken by the Youdu evil demon.
After a while, the flying ashes disappeared with the wind, leaving only the Imperial Martial God Slash that fell to the ground and was collected by Chi Lin as a trophy.
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The best sword in the world.
Dao Meng Fu Sheng·Xiao Liuguang.
Sword God·Nine Thousand Victories.
Buwu Donghuang·Qi Taizu.
Red Flame Alien Dragon·Red Lin.
"The magic sword is indeed a silver spear and candle head, so we lose."
There are always people who will always pay attention to the battle situation, and then communicate the results to all parties as soon as possible, and at the same time make critical comments on the parties involved.
After hearing the news, some people were quite disdainful: "Hey, how strong can a small sect in Xiwulin be? Anyway, I'll lose in a few moves, so I think you can beat me."
"It's a pity that the Sword Emperor lost." Some people lamented another thing.
"That's a bad statement. It's not a shame to lose to Buwu Donghuang."
"Besides, the Sword Emperor is getting older now. Besides being a hero of the world, leaving his name is just to leave a memory for future generations."
Some time ago, Huo Feixiong discussed sword moves with Qi Taizu, and the Huo family's swords were broken by Buwu Donghuang one by one. The name on the Tianxia Fengyun Monument disappeared with the determination of victory or defeat.
However, the two discussed the art of swordsmanship together for several days, and it became a favorite story for a while.
"The remaining ones now should be ruthless characters." A passerby raised his head and looked at the remaining names.
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Outside the city.
Chilin, who had been separated from Dao Wuhou by birth and death, was about to return to the city to fulfill the appointment of his senior sister Lin Ruomei at the restaurant. When he reached the halfway point, he felt the atmosphere of the world change instantly, and then——
"Taiyu God wanders around the sun and moon, and performs martial arts for thousands of years. He fights with swords and makes the wind and clouds change, and pays the Eastern Emperor with a smile."
The middle-aged man with gray hair and beard is lying on his side on the stone, looking extraordinary.
"Senior Donghuang, junior Chilin pays you a visit. Are you going to fight with junior Ying Fengyun Monument this time?"
After seeing the other party's appearance clearly, Chilin stepped forward and clasped his fists in greeting.
"This matter is not urgent. We will discuss it after you defeat Xiao Liuguang." Qi Taizu stroked his beard and said, "I am here for another matter."
"Senior, please speak clearly."
"Young man, have you ever heard of the Seven Cultivation of Martial Arts?"
"The name of the Seventh Cultivation of Martial Arts, this junior has naturally heard of it in Chaocheng."
Chilin answered in a neither humble nor arrogant manner. As for the Seventh Cultivation of Martial Arts, he naturally knew it from his social circle. There were also names of people who practiced the Seventh Cultivation of Martial Arts on the Tianxia Fengyun Monument.
"So, what do you think about joining the Seventh Cultivator?" Then I heard Qi Taizu frankly issued an invitation: "The sword, bow, halberd, and fist master sect is still lacking in sword, fist, and palm, but I wonder if you, young man, are interested?"
Although the Seventh Cultivation of Martial Arts was managed by Yi Qixing and Qi Taizu basically had no control over matters within the Seventh Cultivation, most of the people among them recommended him.
This situation is commonly known as "killing but not burying".
"Why a junior?" Chi Lin had a bit of curiosity on his face.
And the answer I got was also very candid: "Of course it's because you have great talent and good character."
This means that Qi Taizu paid attention to the previous battle and even knew about Dao Wuhou, but he did not interfere.
"Thanks to the kindness of the seniors, but the juniors are not alone and cannot give an immediate reply." For others, it may be a flattering thing, but Chilin did not rush to agree or refuse.
Qi Taizu did not force it, and showed corresponding magnanimity:
"The answer will be given when you and I officially fight each other."
"In that case, I won't bother you anymore, Qing."
After resigning, Chilin did not walk again, but chose to go on his way in a rainbow.
Clearly, he had more important things on his mind.
Qi Taizu, who stayed where he was, looked at Youdu in the distance, his eyes filled with inquiry, curiosity, and a bit of understanding.
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The residence of Confucianism.
"My friend, aren't you going to try fisting?" Ying Yunqian suggested to the returning Yin Chunqiu.
Yin Chunqiu didn't give him a good look: "You can go and do it."
"You should know the level of my palm skills in Spring and Autumn. If you say you are not good at it, it will only give you face." From the beginning to the end, Ying Yunqian never thought about leaving a name for himself. He was self-aware of himself.
"As long as you put more thought into practice..."
Yin Chunqiu has always watched what his friends did.
However, before he could continue, Ying Yunqian raised his hand and interrupted:
"Stop! Conscience of heaven and earth, I have been practicing seriously, and not everyone can be like my junior uncle and senior brother. You should leave those great principles of Spring and Autumn to your descendants. I will not be slow to advance in my realm."
In terms of advancement in cultivation alone, Ying Yunqian believed that the speed between him and Yixuan Miao was the speed that normal geniuses should have.
People like Xiao Wutuan and Sui Wuduan are completely unreasonable and do not talk about the basic methods of practice.
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(End of chapter)
