The sword energy was like a mountain falling down, and it was so powerful that even the dust and snow on the mountain were swept away by the sword energy. The sword wind spread out, and the mist steamed up and filled the mountain road, just like The heavy snow welcomes the returning wind, and the scenery is amazing.
Even though Xiao Shenglian's steps were exquisite, Zhao Ziyang's current strength could still evade the sword light, but the sword energy in front of him was like a mountain or a river, so there was no way he could avoid it. Several sword qi that were almost like water waves splashed towards him, and before they even reached a foot in front of Zhao Ziyang, they had already cut several slits into his already tattered clothes. Although they looked like undulating blue waves, the qi was sharper and more powerful. Qing Feng himself was even more powerful, so Zhao Ziyang no longer dodged when the sword energy rushed forward. He just silently looked at the majestic sword energy platform that was more than ten feet wide in front of him, wiping his cheeks and causing the fine sword energy to split. The blood that seeped out looked unwilling.
Even though Zhao Ziyang had made some speculations before taking action, and did not underestimate the enemy in the slightest, he still never thought that a young man in his teens could actually possess such magical powers, comparable to those mentioned by storytellers. The great immortal stood up with his sword, his sword energy surged continuously, and he showed no signs of exhaustion. The sword tip was steady and pointed directly at the bottom of the mountain.
Li San and Liu Qing, who were fighting at the side, also stopped their attacks, but if anyone else cared, their expressions would be completely different.
Li San felt a chill at the back of his head and stopped first, then looked at the sword energy wall behind him like a river pouring in. The murderous aura in his eyes flashed away, and he just quietly put his palms together into his arms.
But the scholar smiled brightly.
His little junior brother may be talented and capable, but he has never shown his prowess now, but the swords on the road were swung out one after another, until the young man's tiger's mouth burst open, Liu Qing saw it all; even the young man's Dantian The Qiu Lake in the middle was causing trouble. Yun Zhong, who was usually very tolerant, was in a cold sweat all over his body. However, this little junior brother of mine often drank alcohol. He knew that the pain would be even worse when the alcohol entered his stomach, but he still continued to drink. In the middle of the night when the snow is falling, I raise my head and take a sip of strong wine.
The scholar's talent during his training was extremely good. Even the old Taoist who had given Liangyi the Taoist robe as a gift to him when he was a child was still looking at him three times on the mountain path when he saw that the scholar had already worshiped at the mountain gate, trying hard to offend Wu Shuang and had to give him that robe. The Taoist robe, which was originally a Taoist sect, actually made Li Baoyu, known as the leader of the Taoist sect, unable to control the Laojing mentality that became more and more stable in his later years. He was almost the same as Wu Shuangshi, who was sanctimonious on the surface and full of bad ideas in his heart. He started his hand, so that even now, on the back mountain, there is still a palm print of more than two feet that Li Baoyu pressed out in anger.
Even the fat man who traveled to the second level of Nangong Mountain was extremely talented. Although he was a little lazy in his practice, he still steadily entered the second level and was close to the threshold of the third level. Therefore, before meeting his junior brother, Liu Qing never knew that cultivation could be so difficult.
It's really a step of sweat and blood.
It's hard to walk every step, and it's hard to cross a pass.
Fortunately, we are now finally approaching the pass.
Therefore, the scholar smiled very comfortably. As for the murderous intent in the eyes of the weird man, the scholar had no time to care.
But Yun Zhong was not relaxed at this moment. Sword energy cannot be controlled by those who have reached the peak of the second realm. With his level of cultivation, it is not possible to use this sword energy for his own use. Even if he wields a trace of sword energy, it is nothing more than a dream. This sword energy was so powerful that it was due to the fact that Shuijun of Qinshui Town incorporated several drops of Lancang water into the young man's body when he was forging the sword.
It was probably due to Yun Zhong's understanding of the Liushui Sword Manual in the past few days, so just when he swung his sword, a drop of Lancang Water suddenly gushes out from the spiritual platform, turning into inner energy rushing through his limbs and bones, just with a thought. , the sword energy came out powerfully with the sword, very naturally, just like catching up on homework in the corner of a teahouse, writing smoothly and casually.
But what followed was a violent tremor in the Dantian, and Qiuhu woke up leisurely. He came uninvited, but as if he was invited to an appointment, he aimed at the acupoints all over Yunzhong's body, and there was a burst of scraping and gouging. After drinking, it will be violent for several minutes.
As a result, Hongbo Sword Qi, which was already difficult to control, was now even more likely to collapse. Just a wisp of sword energy can hurt human skin. If the sword energy like a wall collapses, it may be insignificant to my senior brother, but it may be a disaster for the ragged young man in front of me.
Therefore, the young man gritted his teeth, used all his strength, and yelled two words loudly at the young man with an unwilling face.
"Retreat quickly!"
However, Zhao Ziyang did not take a step back. He just gently took out a blue brick from behind, blew the snow mark lightly, and looked at the penetrating sword energy lingering in front of him with a fierce look.
It is clear that the road to heaven is ahead of us. If someone wants to take away the fate, is it possible to go back to the village and ask Lin Yushan for another errand, or go up the mountain to catch chickens and rabbits in order to have a good meal? So what if the sword energy is poured into it? Compared with the poor mountains and rivers, there is nothing to do, why not try to resist the sword energy.
In today's game, he, Zhao Ziyang, cannot afford to lose.
Yun Zhong gritted his teeth again and suppressed the sword energy. However, based on his initial cultivation level, how could he use this awe-inspiring sword energy for his own use? He used all his strength to go around, and when the inner energy was exhausted, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, not even a tiny bit. Hard to control.
On the side, Li San's eyes were blood red. He turned around and was in front of Zhao Ziyang. He wanted to take the trouble for his gang leader and used his body to withstand the sword energy that was so powerful that it could not be released by the mountain torrent. However, when he approached the wall, he realized how powerful this force was. In its most prosperous form, it is like the old beast of the Thousand Miles Daze probing its neck, with the power of killing thoughts, both of which are sufficient.
"That sword energy is meant for you, so there's no need to hide." A sword suddenly came from the sky. The sword master fell down and smiled at Zhao Ziyang, "You're quite brave. It seems that the broken book was exchanged for it." Rabbit, it’s not like I suffered a big loss.”
Without waiting for the latter's reaction, the visitor gently raised his hand toward the penetrating sword energy.
Strange to say, the thick sword energy that suddenly rose up like a torrential wave suddenly froze at this moment. When someone came and reached out again, it was like a high platform collapsing, and the sword energy that looked like seven or eight hundred long silks and plain satin, like a swallow flying back. The nests were all collected into the palm of that person's hand.
"Qinshui Zhenshui Lord, he is really a saint in this world. He is not famous for his swordsmanship, but his sword energy is no less than that of the Taoist who was killed that day." After looking at it for a while, the visitor sighed, and then smiled disdainfully. He said, "The Five Jue are just five old toads who have never seen the vastness of the world. They do whatever they want in the world just because they have a certain realm. Little do they know that in the eyes of those people, they are nothing more than a chicken or a dog."
"Disciple pays homage to Master." The scholar saluted from afar.
Wu Shuang glanced at his eldest disciple, who had good conduct, and said, "Do you know that if you come back a few days later, the family reunion dinner on the mountain will have to be arranged by the second child, and on the eve of the New Year's Eve, he will offer sacrifices to the master to cheer up?"
Liu Qing still said calmly, "I know my mistake."
But there was clearly a smile on his lips.
"Come on, let me prepare my belly first, master. I must be brave enough to try Suicune-senpai's craftsmanship."
In full view of everyone, Wu Shuang swallowed the sword energy in one gulp.
The strong wind blows on the sleeves.
