It was when the thunder rolled down.
There were swords and swords rising from the mountains. Although the thunder came with the power of heaven, it was still difficult to suppress it. Only two rays of light could be seen shining brightly into the sky, almost like a new mountain rising in the Tiantai Mountains. The sword light seemed to be wrapped in a layer of red. The man in black clothes standing between the sword light seemed to be coated with red clouds. Thousands of people below the mountain roared to shake the mountains and rivers, making the people who were originally suppressed by Ye Zhai with the power of the sword break. The momentum rose again, but it was more powerful and rounded than before. He did not draw the sword, but the light of the sword was already soaring into the sky and could not be suppressed.
On the other hand, looking at Ye Zhai, although the sword energy was surging all over his body, he really couldn't see the slightest momentum. His face did not change at all. He stood quietly holding the sword. From the hilt of his palm, the same sword energy shot up into the sky. It is colorless and invisible, but its sharp meaning makes the rain curtain suddenly feel empty.
The sword is in front of you, and the wind and rain cannot get close.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that He Zhaoling's momentum has increased by more than a level at this time. The sword light is pouring out, hanging in the Tiantai Mountain like a horse like a cloud. No matter how difficult it is to control, no one knows where the white-haired sect master comes from. , even the old servant frowned, and did not dare to look away for a moment, looking straight at the top of the mountain not far away, with more and more wrinkles on his face.
"Take my stance. Although it has never had a catchy name, this sword has been practiced and sharpened in the Baihao Mountains for many years. Unconsciously, it has several swords." Ye Zhai stared at the slender long sword in the palm of his hand. For a moment, his smile was brisk, "Originally, I wanted to use this technique to force a senior to stay, but I never had the opportunity. The person has passed away, and this move and sword have turned into dragon-slaying skills, and there is no longer any use for them. Now that I am exhibiting this style, I should congratulate the leader of the clan for the sword light in his palm." Immediately, he raised his sword and slowly advanced two or three times. The sword frame was not yet opened, but the ancient trees in the mountains could no longer bear the power of the sword light. The wind instantly blew away more than a dozen vigorous ancient trees that were hugged by one person. In mid-air on the mountain top, only the sword energy poured out horizontally. It seemed that a long wind suddenly appeared and swept across the rooftop. Thousands of sharp edges appeared in it. Not to mention that the wind and rain were approaching. Even if the floating dust steals in, it can hardly reach even half an inch of the body.
The "Moon Catching" style is just like the name of the sword. Although it is not obvious that the sword intention is difficult to reach, it can release all the sword energy that has been accumulated for dozens of breaths. It is like an arm using the fingers. Although it is wrapped with thousands of sharp edges, there is not a single strand. Empty consumption, all wrapped up in Xuanyi, the sword light almost filled the entire mountain top, even more powerful than the cloud light.
Such magical power, Yun Zhong is now in the second realm, and he is also familiar with sword energy. But now he is shocked when he sees it, there are thousands of sword rays coming one after another, and none of them are leaked, like this on the side of the eaves The continuous rain, without any momentary lull, fell all over He Zhaoling's body. It was smooth and free, and the antelope's horns were still speechless.
The mountains are vast, but the original raindrops have been replaced by thousands of inches of long and short sword energy, which reflect the lightning from the sky like a white canopy, enveloping the mountains for a long time and unable to disperse.
For a full stick of incense, it was hard to see anything in the mountain except for the sword energy that enveloped the two of them. Even though the eyesight of Yun Zhong and Wen Yu was much stronger than that of the old man, it was difficult to see what was going on when they squinted their eyes. The sea tide of thousands of sword qi has already blocked the scenery on the mountain top, and it is not until the sword qi gradually thins out that the scene inside can be slightly glimpsed.
He Zhaoling's clothes were already torn in many places. Compared with the injuries Ye Zhai had suffered just now with his sword skills, the situation now was even more miserable. There were blood splatters on his shoulders and chest. As the rainwater washed away again, it seeped into the ground, but some of it could not be washed away. The blood was still there. Like flying flowers blooming, a large begonia bloomed under his feet. He barely managed to steady his body, and it took a long time before he spoke hoarsely.
"It's a good move. Even if you use the sword light to protect your whole body, it's hard to stop it. With one strong breath, there are thousands of sword energy coming to you. It's really impossible to stop it." Now even the sword energy that had been accumulated for a long time can't be resisted. The red glow is like a sword, and now most of it has been melted away, leaving only a small half lingering around the body, without any power at all. He Zhaoling was injured in dozens of places. Even He Zhaoling's body was inevitably shaken. It was difficult to recover until his body was stable. However, the murderous aura between his eyebrows became stronger. Now he can't help but sigh, "Brother Ye said to himself that he has spent a hundred years in vain and has not made much progress." Realm, but at the moment, it seems that the ability of this style cannot be achieved by those who have to hone it several times, but it has almost suffered a heavy loss, and it is difficult to resist."
Ye Zhai just looked at the person in front of him calmly and did not reply. His clothes were fluttering and still not stained by a drop of rainwater, and he stood silently in his place.
"Fortunately, in the past few years, I have trained my body more, walked up mountains and carried rocks, and crossed mountains and rivers. Now I can suppress my injuries and I am fine for the time being." He Zhaoling took a long breath and looked at the white-haired sect master in high spirits. , "Since I still have some strength left, I naturally have to master my moves and techniques. I rely on my brother's guidance."
After saying that, the sword light suddenly rose again, and it was lifted several feet high by the wind. Although it was not as good as before, the red color in it became thicker and thicker. It seemed that it had been carried by tens of thousands of people, and it was in front of Ye Zhai in an instant. The sword light was It pulled up a strangely long stream of rainwater, and all the raindrops that had not yet hit the ground were split into two. No one could see clearly how He Zhaoling drew his sword and when he made progress. They only felt that the wind and rain around him seemed to have stopped for a moment, and there was a slight flash of lightning on the top of the mountain. There was no power, let alone the thousands of swords in the same cage just now, only the slightest hint of light. The light flashed out very quickly, and even if it didn't happen instantly, you could only get a glimpse of it. Then you saw the red sword light all over the body of the man in black clothes faded away and could no longer be seen.
Everyone in the world knows that once you go all out, you will be exhausted again. The people in the caravan at the foot of the mountain also knew this, and they all frowned, fearing that their gang leader had just suffered a loss, and it would be difficult to show his power again, even the two helmsmen, Li Wang, who had always been careless and careless about everything. The Lord, almost losing control of his temper, rushed up the mountain, but when he saw Mi Yuhua's gray and defeated face beside him, he sighed angrily and stopped looking at the top of the mountain.
The two people on the mountain did not move.
The man in Xuanyi had not put the knife back into its sheath, but a corner of the long knife blade in his palm was broken.
Ye Zhai indeed had a solid foundation in swordsmanship, but for just a moment, he was the last one to resist the sword light. The sword was as powerful as a mountain, and when he was hit by the thin sword, it was a pity that it was not as strong as the latter, so the sharp edge collapsed on its own.
There is floating soil on the stone platform. Over thousands of years, floating soil has been drifted by the wind from all over the world and has accumulated for several feet. Now it has been loosened by rainwater, leaving two deep gullies with visible stones, and A footprint breaking through the thick soil.
With one step, the sword rose.
Ye Zhai lowered his head and glanced at the two ravines drawn at his feet. He seemed to have never seen the deep knife wounds on his waist and abdomen. He asked curiously, "How can you practice this sword? It's not that I underestimated Gang Leader He, but this way He can't even learn mathematics, which is really a rare thing."
The man in black clothes held the knife with his right hand trembling, his chest heaving, and it took him a long time before he smiled.
"I have been practicing this sword for dozens of years. I have been practicing it since I climbed out of a caravan full of dead people to this day. I have also been practicing this sword for ten years. I have reserved it just for you."
Back then, in the caravan village, broken corpses lay everywhere, and very young children struggled to climb out of the narrow stable where six or seven people were lying. In the middle of heavy snow and winter, the children picked up a broken arm and tried their best to break open the five fingers of the broken arm. He picked up a long sword that was almost as tall as him and swung the sword fiercely outside the village.
This knife chased that man for thirty years.
