The next day, when the morning light broke through the sky, the fiery red sun slowly rose from the clouds and mist, jumped out of the mountains, and spread its rays of light onto the earth.
The solemn figure stepped onto the top of Nu Mountain, and the unexpected string appeared. The person sat on a rock and plucked the string. The faint sound was accompanied by the high and cold poem, and the words echoed in the vast world——
"The front is cold and the heart is cold, but a single sword beats the snow; the road is steep and dangerous, and I spend a lifetime building it with loneliness and anger.
Build until there is no sound, and you will be invincible in this life! "
The sound of construction spans space and spreads throughout the hundreds of miles of surrounding peaks, and the artistic conception makes visitors from all over the world feel the same.
A few moments.
Zheng!
I only heard the mysterious sound coming, playing in harmony with the faint Zhuyin, and then I heard:
“Those who are ruthless will hurt people’s lives, and those who hurt people will not spare their lives!”
Xiao Ruren, dressed in a gray shirt, descended from the sky, holding the bowstring in his hand to pull the seven-stringed Morin fiddle. The spectators did not even notice when he arrived at the top of Nushan Mountain.
The sound of the building, the sound of strings, and the symphonic ensemble kick off the sword showdown.
From melodious to passionate, the energy of the two people has not yet moved, but the artistic conception of the two people has already taken the lead in the confrontation.
One after another, indelible traces appeared, falling on the top and body of Nu Mountain, recording this battle.
The sound of the strings turned into the sword's will, and there was a fierce confrontation between heaven and earth.
Heavenly swords, heavenly objects, different artistic conceptions, but they are indistinguishable.
Immediately, the scene changed at random, and the strings and sounds were intertwined. The clear sky suddenly turned into dense clouds, and the biting cold wind blew in my face. Then I heard the thunder rolling in the sky, and when I looked up, I saw an electric silver snake dancing.
The majestic sword pressure centered on Nushan and spread outwards. Those who were watching the battle with insufficient cultivation were on the verge of collapse at this moment.
Zheng——
The sound of strings is like a golden sword and an iron horse; the heaven and earth change, and everything becomes a sword.
Wind makes a sword, thunder makes a sword, clouds make a sword, rain makes a sword.
What you see, what you breathe, what you glance at, what you pass by, what surrounds your ears, the essence is all one word——
sword!
The earth is the sword and the sky is the sword. This is the unique style of the famous chapter of "Tian Wen".
There are nine local rules, why should they be buried?
The circle is nine levels, which camp can save it?
A refreshing confrontation unfolds.
The power of heaven and earth is invisible, formless, impermanent, and omnipresent.
Zheng——
But he saw Xiao Wuren's left hand kicking back the strings, and his right hand deflecting the string bow. The string sound changed from intense to gentle, without any panic.
Be focused, determined, and don’t force things;
Body and mind are in harmony with heaven and earth, unmoving.
The oncoming wind and rain, and the sword energy that hit him, suddenly changed their offensive when they were three feet away from him, using heaven and earth to attack heaven and earth.
At this time, all I heard was that the building was silent, and the world changed again.
What is the origin and transformation of the Yin and Yang triad?
Light and dark, but what is time?
Feng Yiweixiang, how can he recognize it?
Who can be the best between darkness and darkness?
Up and down, everywhere, there are only dark clouds covering the sky and heavy haze covering the top. Looking around, there is no light at all. The sword energy that shoots out is like a mud cow entering the sea, without making any waves.
A dim world, just like the scene before the world first opened.
The power of heaven and earth was suddenly controlled.
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"Ha, it's not bad, it's really not bad."
On the top of the distant peak, Lin Chongyang stood in the wind, watching the two people fighting on Nu Mountain with a chuckle and admiration.
"Yangzi, your descendants have been suppressed, and you are still so happy?"
There were two people beside him. The one who spoke at this moment was wearing a brown gown, with an extraordinary posture and a long beard.
It is Jianpi·Yi Qiu Nian.
Another burly figure with flying hair was watching the battle. He was dressed in silver and white clothes, with ribbons flying in the wind behind him.
"Old man Yi, how did you know he was suppressed?"
Lin Chongyang's words were casual. To be honest, he ordered Xiao Shu to directly use his moves to recreate the test of the Nine Peaks of Mount Heng. It was really amazing. After all, the last time Lin Chongyang used six moves at the same time, it was the sword fight that separated the sky from the water.
At this time, I only heard Feng Zhihen say: "It's broken."
This time, Yi Qiunian was originally discussing swordsmanship with Feng Zhihen, but after hearing the news about the sword duel, he decided to come over and watch the battle.
Take a look at the younger generations in the sword world today, and take a look at the descendants of your friends.
Then they met Lin Chongyang here.
Then, the three of them directly gathered together to watch the battle.
"This method is really simple and has the style of Yang Zai."
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To defeat this trick, the key is to be like the light and the dust. Accepting it is like accepting the vast world of mortals, but you must not lose your enterprising spirit.
If not, it is destruction.
The string sound condensed into a sword light, not forcing a breakthrough, but just drifting with the flow, adapting to the changes of the times, and integrating into this dark world. Simply speaking, it can also be understood as empathy.
Changing places is no longer about completely assimilating foreign forces.
As the first sword light broke through the blockade, all six sword moves contained in "Tian Wen" were broken, and the sword battle entered a new stage.
"What a sword! The breakthrough is wonderful! I meet a close friend on the sword, Qin makes friendship and endless period."
"Then let me see how diligent you are."
"My sword says, I allow you!"
"please."
Xiao Shu was ordered to stand up and place the Unexpected String on the rock where he was sitting. Xiao Wuren also stood the seven-string Morin Qin aside. The two instruments were stirred by the exciting sword intent and continued to play.
The sword points to the movement of fortune, and between the flickering light, the supreme sword turns into the pure sword.
Neither of them used weapons, it was just the purest fight between moves and styles. This battle avoided unnecessary temptations from the very beginning.
There is no object, no sword, and the moves are exchanged. After several back and forth, there is no difference.
A seemingly simple battle lurks a huge risk, and the outcome may be decided in just a short moment.
The sword energy that shot out from his fingertips passed by him and landed on the mountain wall not far behind him.
Those are traces of history.
As time passed, the offense and defense changed several times, but the moves were still evenly matched. As the frequency of confrontations increased and accelerated, the fragmented sword energy swept out in all directions, tearing the wind and splitting the clouds.
The clash of legs and feet was like sharp swords clashing and clashing.
Plants, trees, bamboos and stones can be used as swords, not to mention human legs and feet. Don’t think that swordsmen cannot learn these things.
A qualified strong man is naturally strong in all aspects.
Time passed between the palms of their hands and flowed between their legs and feet, and the swaying Qi struck the strings, making them endless.
If you want to use this to determine the outcome, it is obviously impossible.
Immediately.
Qiang——
Gu Ang Bo flew out of his own building and fell into the hands of Ming Xiao Shu. The bow strings standing next to the seven-string morin fiddle moved at the same time, and the famous sword emerged and was held by Xiao Wuren.
The sword intention and sword style have all been fought.
The third stage, swordsmanship!
"Flying peaks draw the rosy clouds to illuminate the solitary Zen realm!"
The surrounding area turned into a scene of a ruined ancient temple, and the sword of imagery emerged again.
A sword flew to kill, and he entered the country instantly. The north wind sent snow and snow, and the sword swung to startle the dawn.
The sorrow of the sky is hidden in the heart, and the power of the sword is violent and chaotic. The Tianxin sword power, once again used by Xiao Wuren, has a completely different style.
"The sad sword is desolate."
The dim sword energy intertwined like a bleak autumn day, showing no form, but indestructible, rising to meet the attack.
clang!
Swords clash, defending or attacking, bodies intertwined, moving or still.
The energy of the sword is like a spark, and the force of the sword moves the wind and clouds.
