"How come you didn't see your disciples, but you came here with the two young heroes? Although I heard that two young heroes from the Jianghu came out of Baihumen, and the caravan attacked and killed them once, I have eaten some. We lost a lot of men, and even lost a grandmaster's life." He Zhaoling woke up, raised his head and looked out of the mountain, quite surprised, he frowned and looked at Ye Zhai in front of him, not knowing what to think.
The latter drank all the wine in the gourd, but still wanted to finish it. His face was full of pity, and he replied casually, "None of my disciples has the talent to step into practice. Even if I watch the battle today, I am afraid it will be difficult to realize it. Besides, My character is not yet strong enough. If I see that I am at a disadvantage or suffer serious injuries, I will sooner or later lose my patience and rush from outside the mountain. At that time, Gang Leader He may not be able to hold back and risk his life for nothing. Why bother? Those two young heroes , have all entered the right path of cultivation, watching you and I compete is of great benefit, and there is always a distinction between closeness and distance, so logically there is no need to intervene abruptly."
He Zhaoling nodded and saw that the gourd was empty, so he stood up, raised his arm and stretched his sword into the rain curtain, washed away the remaining sand and soil on it, and said with a smile, "The sword is sharpened, how about you and I go to Wen Dou? "
The sect master with his white hair disheveled also stood up, "If you have been dawdling for too long, you should take a few moves. If you don't want to make the younger generation understand, you should also use your muscles and bones to resist the cold."
The two of them never lowered their posture, they were both loose and relaxed. They each stepped back ten steps, about twenty steps apart, and stood quietly with their hands down. However, He Zhaoling had just sharpened his sword, and the momentum he had accumulated had not dissipated. Compared to Ye Zhai was calm and calm at this time, and he seemed to have the upper hand no matter what.
Yunzhong outside the mountain was also suspicious. He practiced swordsmanship and knew the word momentum very well. Now that he saw Ye Zhai letting He Zhaoling accumulate momentum, he couldn't help but frown.
"Uncle Junior Master, have you figured out why the Lord of the Ye Clan is fighting?" Seeing the young man's brows change slightly, Wen Yu asked in a low voice.
"I have roughly figured it out, but I really didn't dare to think about it for a moment." The young man sighed, "But at the moment, the Ye Clan leader's momentum is not as good as that of his opponent. I don't know if it is intentional, or it is careless, but I don't know that person No matter what the background is, if we are in the same three realms, I am afraid that we are in danger now and will inevitably fall into a disadvantage."
"It doesn't matter. During the time when the sect master is exchanging moves, the most important thing is momentum. The so-called momentum is like a rainbow, like a mighty river. In the sect master's opinion, it's completely useless. It's just a fleeting afterglow that will be gone in a blink of an eye. Only those who are really capable can do it. Win." The old servant shook his head when he heard this, and then smiled bitterly and said, "The two young heroes always feel that the master of my family often has strange words and is easy-going and interesting, but in fact he is extremely boring. "Senior, I should be able to enjoy the hardships, at least for hundreds more years, but the sect master doesn't want to stay for a day, he always finds it very boring."
As expected, the white-haired man on Tiantai Mountain did not hide his sword. He calmly pulled out the thin sword from his waist, hung it by his side, and said warmly, "The name of the sword is Zhuuyue, it is three feet and three feet, and it is long and narrow, but it is fast. Its strength may not be comparable to that of an ordinary sword, but it is superior to its dexterity and speed. I have used this sword to cut waterfalls and cut rivers, watch tides and gain enlightenment. It has been here for hundreds of years, and it still shows no signs of damage."
He Zhaoling did not draw the sword, he held the scabbard with one hand, narrowed his eyebrows, and said calmly, "This sword has no name. When I came to Fengyou County at the beginning of the year, it was given to me by a senior martial artist. It is unremarkable. It needs to be sharpened after every use." , if you don't pay attention at all, I'm afraid it will produce a lot of rust, and it will be nothing more than an ordinary weapon."
Ye Zhai's smile flowed, he stepped forward and handed over the sword without saying a word, nor did he urge He Zhaoling to draw the sword. The sword was gentle and there was no wind or thunder. He had clearly put aside the bamboo hat on his head, but in front of and behind him, the rain seemed to be isolated and not close to him.
Ye Zhai's sword is extremely fast. Even if Yun Zhong's sword is fast, Qian Dou was at a disadvantage that day. It has nothing to do with his level of cultivation, but his solid swordsmanship skills. It seems that although he is steady step by step, he is still He Zhaoling, who was reluctant to draw his sword, retreated dozens of steps in an instant, unable to strike.
The white hair was scattered, and the men in Qingyi drew out their swords one after another. There was no smoke at all, and the pressure made the man in Xuanyi fall back one after another. He was already at the edge of the stone platform, and the outside of the scabbard was full of sword marks.
The strange thing is that even though He Zhaoling was pressed so hard that he had no time to draw his sword, the man in Tsing Yi didn't have any momentum at all. He was still calm and loose. After delivering the last sword, he held up a sword flower and withdrew the sword and turned around. He turned his back on the sword and frowned, "If we don't draw the sword, I'm afraid our defeat is certain."
"Not urgent."
He Zhaoling raised his head, stood firm on his feet, poured all the rain on his face, stuck his hair to his temples, and then pulled out the knife inch by inch.
"I have been anxious for half my life, but now that I want peace of mind, I have to slow down a little."
The light of the sword exploded the rain curtain, and the man who was clearly being pressed step by step had no trace of his aura leaking out, all of it melted into the sword.
Yun Zhong and Wen Yu, who were two or three miles away, could not see the speed of this sword. Even if they held their breath and looked closely, they could only see a sword light that surpassed the clouds and lightning. Like the fireworks at the end of the year, they suddenly exploded. , it seems that in just a moment, the sword has been put away.
When the sword is drawn out, it is unsheathed inch by inch, and when the sword is drawn in, the raindrops that are a palm away from the ground have not yet hit the ground.
The arrogant momentum accumulated from going up the mountain to finishing sharpening the sword, the ocean is spitting out, and the sea waves are pouring back, just like a building with a hundred feet collapsing down. It is hard to compare with this power alone.
Yun Zhong has seen many masters practicing swordsmanship, such as Tang Bufeng, such as the great masters who traveled all over the world, but none of them can display such power. The long sword passed by, and then the whistling sound rushed to the surroundings, and it was loud and clear. There was a tidal wave of sound.
Ye Zhai put away the sword that was still whining, with complicated eyes. After a long time, he said softly, "With just this one sword, he can defeat thousands of Grandmaster's words. Those old immortals in the Grandmaster's circle seem to have quite bad eyesight."
There were traces of blood seeping out of the left cuff, and little by little, they fell into the remaining rain and disappeared in an instant.
No one could see that He Zhaoling's sword was so fast and powerful that even Ye Zhai relied on his body skills to dodge, but it was useless.
"It may be an excellent method to accumulate momentum and spread it thousands of miles." Ye Zhai didn't care about the injury on his arm. He raised the sword again with a calm look on his face. "It's a pity that a fool like me can't find the word momentum, but with the help of Just try to catch your breath."
"Let's look at the swordsmanship."
The sword light is like a tide.
He Zhaoling had accumulated many years of energy preparation skills. Under the sword shadow that shot out several minutes faster than the torrential rain in the sky, He Zhaoling could not find any space to draw his sword again. The swords jingled and exploded, and it sounded like only one or two swords. Strange overlapping sounds.
The ancient trees were rustling and trembling slightly, the dead leaves had long been dusty before the wind, and the sand was floating on the bank. There was nothing to fall on, only the branches held the rainwater. Now they were shaking and falling, and it was always difficult to get close to Qingxuan and the two of them.
When the rain comes, it breaks the rain curtain; when the wind comes, it blocks it.
The sound is like a harp, and it is difficult to follow it with ten fingers.
