Ye Zhai's swordsmanship has no momentum at all, which is very different from the sword in He Zhaoling's hand. There is nothing weird in his moves, but they are so solid that others can't find any gaps. Hundreds of sword moves are thrown out like a series of towers, overwhelming others. Can't breathe.
Although the sword in He Zhaoling's palm was exquisite, it could only survive more than a dozen sword moves before being pressed to a corner of the stone platform. It could barely withstand the sword edge that was always swimming around the vital area, and it was difficult to take another half step forward.
Outside the mountain, Yunzhong had already stared blankly, staring directly at the sword light through the rain curtain, and did not say a word for a long time. The porcelain swordsmanship that had been honed over hundreds of years was now fully displayed, and it looked plain and unremarkable without any embellishment. However, no matter how many times he thought about it, the young man thought that it was not worth ten moves, and it was not as good as He Zhaoling's ability to deal with it.
Back then, Wu Shuang always said that the best type of swordsmanship in the world must be to simplify the complex and reduce it to simplicity. To an outsider, it is just an ordinary sword fall, but when facing the enemy in battle, it can block all the opponent's moves. If you are clean, no matter how you take the move, you will always be at a disadvantage. If things go on like this, there will be a decline. At that time, the young man still didn't take it seriously, just thinking that it was a realm of mystery. I'm afraid that even if he traveled all over the world, he would hardly see one or two masters of this realm. But now, looking at it, he was astonished.
Those who are extremely talented in swordsmanship, and those who have spent hundreds of years of effort to achieve the goal of swordsmanship, will understand the path of swordsmanship, just like a wide river. Just looking at the sword's intention seems to be nothing more than this, but when you are immersed in the situation, you realize that even holding the sword to reach it is Staying on the offensive is also a difficult task comparable to riding the wind to the sky.
In the mountains and forests, in the pouring rain, I could only hear the short whistle of the sword, and thousands of beads rolling down the jade plate, making a continuous sound.
Qing Yi pressed Xuan Yi, sending hundreds of moves, and then retreated, but he never pressed him with his sword again. On the other hand, when he looked at He Zhaoling, the momentum around him was gone, and there was no trace of concentration left.
"The Master of Ye Clan's swordsmanship is overwhelming. In just a few dozen moves, I'm afraid the sword in my palm will be released." He Zhaoling stabilized the long sword that kept vibrating in his palm, took a deep breath of the cold air in his mouth, and his eyes flashed, " There is no one I have ever encountered who has such a skill in concentrating swordsmanship. Could it be that over hundreds of years, the master of the Ye Sect has spent all of his time practicing swordsmanship?"
"It takes more effort to be happy," Ye Zhai put away his sword and stood quietly in the rain, "Instead of chasing the illusory four realms and five realms, or even beyond the five realms, I think I am not that talented. With my destiny, it is better to spend all my useless years on hobbies. When an old friend taught me this skill of swordsmanship, I never forgot it. I often turned over it and practiced it for hours. It was considered as a lifeless thing, looking for something to do. "
Unless he is extremely skilled in swordsmanship, he will never be able to use the sword-breaking move. Even though He Zhaoling has been immersed in swordsmanship for many years, it is still difficult to compare with Ye Zhai who has been in the mountains for a long time, studying swordsmanship day after day. Therefore, he was almost defeated by Ye Zhai today. Suppress the long sword and destroy the weapon.
But at this time, the man in black clothes frowned. His sleeves and chest were already damaged in many places. The fractures were even, as if he had stepped through the sharp thorns in the mountains. I don't know when some of them had overflowed. There was blood and water, and the wounds were not deep, but there were eight or nine scattered spots. Fortunately, Xuan Yi was not stained with vermilion, so he could barely see the embarrassment.
"It seems that the sect leader has won this literary fight, but the leader of the caravan seems to have excellent methods now. Based on the sect leader's lazy and lazy temperament, it is really hard to say who will win or lose." The old man shook his head and sighed. , his face was old and tight, he sat cross-legged in the tree hole, and sighed after a long time, "If I can put more effort into it, I'm afraid I can enter the fourth realm. At least in the whole Yizhang, it will be difficult to find much ability." How could the enemy act so dangerously today?"
Yun Zhong frowned again, but hesitated for a moment and still didn't speak.
Being in Fengyou County, the young man had never met the leader of the caravan, but he had already formed a rift with the caravan after he was attacked and killed a few days ago, so it was difficult for him to have any contact with him.
The sound of horse hooves breaking through the rain.
At the foot of Tiantai Mountain, a crowd of people like a black cloud came from a distance. At first sight, they were just a handful. But as they got closer, they realized there were thousands of them. They stopped at the foot of the mountain and stood silently in the rain. No one came forward.
The leader was a scholar. He did not carry a bow or sword, nor did he hold up an umbrella. He paid no attention to the rainwater flowing down from his bun.
"It seems that the people in the caravan are still worried about you as the gang leader." Ye Zhai was quite surprised. He went to the outside of the mountain and saw the people in the caravan lined up in a line. No one made any progress. They all dismounted and stood silently in the rain.
He Zhaoling smiled bitterly, "Mi Yuhuai is a kid, but he always listens to my instructions, but this time he wants to disturb me for some unknown reason. This fight has changed a bit."
"In my opinion, it has not changed," the white-haired man shook his head and smiled, "No matter whether we win or lose today, we all reach the same destination through different paths. Both you and I can escape from the world of mortals, not to mention the thousands of people coming, even if there are tens of thousands of cavalry. After running so far, how can there be any change?"
He Zhaoling was surprised and immediately relieved.
"That's right."
The mud and rocks at the foot of the mountain have all been stained by the rain, and the flowing water is swirling with dead leaves. I don't know where to go, so I have to let it flow past the thousands of people in the caravan who stand silently here.
"Why don't we rush up the mountain to separate the two of them and end the fight? Even if the gang leader is seriously ill and has visited famous doctors, it is not necessarily impossible to cure him."
Li Wuji wiped the rain off his face, walked to the scholar's side, and spoke in a low voice.
The scholar's long gown was completely soaked, his face was black and blue, and his lips were trembling slightly. It was obvious that he no longer had any heat in his body. Hearing this, he turned around and said, "You and I are in the caravan, and we have been together for a long time. Have we ever seen each other before?" The gang leader asked others to find something for him? Even though he loves practicing swordsmanship, as a gang leader, has he ever asked his subordinates like you and me to find sword manuals for him? After being in the position of gang leader for many years, he has never been a gang leader. I want some objects, or help him relieve his worries. Now I finally want to do something myself before I die, why should I stop him?"
"Most of the people in Fengyou County regard the people in the caravan as heartless beasts with no conscience and no gratitude. Do we have to put aside our conscience and meddle in the private affairs of the gang leader for our own sake?" ?”
Literary men have always had a casual temperament, but now their eyes were extremely frightening. They stared at Li Wuji, who was taller than him. "Master Li is always wary of me, a scholar with evil thoughts, but now I want to prevent the gang leader from joining the challenge." , you can give it a try, I won’t stop you, Captain Li can just go up the mountain as he pleases.”
The mountains are connected, and the man in black clothes catches a glimpse of thousands of figures stamping their feet at the foot of the mountain. He shakes his head and sighs, "Confused, I already have my intention to leave. How can I force myself to stay? This makes the leader of the Ye clan laugh. I have improper jurisdiction and lax rules." , I thought that after being in the caravan for many years, I could suppress this group of unruly boys, but it seems that this is still the case today, and I have not changed."
The master of the Qingshan Sect also stepped forward and looked at the foot of the mountain. He saw a group of Jianghu people whose clothes were soaked by the rain. They stood together at the foot of the mountain. Those who came on horseback all dismounted, held the reins and walked there. The person stood quietly with his hands down, his expression mostly vague, but without the slightest trace of sadness, he just raised his head and looked towards the top of the mountain.
There is still an ink line in the distance, in groups of three or five, from far to near, most of them are old gang members whose legs and feet are already a little clumsy, or those who injured their knees and feet during martial arts competitions and gambling in the early years. At first glance, it seems that in the vast rain curtain, there are many long iron cables connecting the sky and the earth, slowly surging.
"I don't think so," Ye Zhai raised the corner of his mouth, "If we wanted to stop each other, I'm afraid they would have just swarmed up and forced the two of us away, and now they even dismounted and stood quietly, probably just to congratulate the gang leader. To help the reputation, there is no intention to obstruct it.”
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, a roar suddenly rose from the bottom of the mountain and went straight into the sky.
The roars were all in unison, and there was only one word of congratulation, but for some reason, many people in the caravan down the mountain roared their necks, their faces turned red, and the rolling rain in the sky seemed to be blocked, and suddenly became much thinner.
When people in Yizhang fight with each other, there is rarely a time to cheer and cheer. Once the people are brave, fighting with force is so common that many people are not surprised, let alone those who are high-ranking officials and businessmen. , I saw them on the road, mostly glanced at them, rarely stopped, not to mention applauding the behavior. On the contrary, if someone in the teahouse celebrates a birthday and celebrates a birthday, the marriage of three and five can attract many people to cheer him up, and even give him two bowls of tea soup.
Only the members of the two gangs fight alone, shouting their names, it is considered a win. This is the case now, a word of congratulation shouted by thousands of people shakes the mountains and the sky, as if it can drink away the torrential rain.
There was especially a scholar among them. His face was obviously blue and blue from the cold in the pouring autumn rain, but he made a very bad tune and shouted so hard that he coughed repeatedly and almost crouched down.
After more than a dozen roars, the sound of rain fell silent.
The surrounding mountains are still echoing in waves.
The old servant outside the mountain frowned, his dim eyes looked rather sullen, and finally couldn't help cursing, "This caravan really doesn't have a lot of good materials, and he knows not to interfere, but he uses such low-level tactics to support the leader of the caravan. It's really a good plan, but it's a pity that this roar can't attract the thunder from the sky, which will smash all these evil-doing bastards into pieces."
Yun Zhong was also concentrating. After this roar, even he himself was a little angry, not to mention the leader of the caravan who was in the scene. This momentum is not as good as before, and the chance of victory may be even greater. Thirty-two percent.
"With such momentum and courage, I am afraid that I really want to take advantage of it. Unfortunately, the Baihu Sect does not have that many manpower, so it is always difficult to compete. The leader of the Ye Sect will indeed suffer a small loss this time." Wen Yu was also worried. , looking at the top of Tiantai Mountain with both eyes, sighing.
"Master Ye Clan, I'm ashamed." Shan Jian Xuanyi turned around and bowed in salute, "Although I have never set foot on the mountain, it has invisibly boosted the courage of my gang leader. During the life and death struggle, the momentum of courage has increased by two or three points. , it can be regarded as an extra arm, it can be said to be a trick."
But Ye Zhai never paid attention to it. He stepped back thirty steps again. The rain never came, and he raised his lips and said, "There is no need to be ashamed. It is also the leader's ability to be able to get help from people in the gang. In this case, why not show some potential A way to break into a house."
"I really don't care whether my courage rises or falls."
He Zhaoling was slightly startled, and then he smiled in relief.
"In this case, it is better to be respectful than to obey orders."
