On the mountainside, there is an acres of viewing platform.
Several true disciples of Taiqing Sect stood in front of a stone tablet with solemn expressions.
The leader was a tall and beautiful woman whose strength had reached the late stage of Daoji. She had a strong sword spirit and had obviously mastered good swordsmanship.
There were several people behind her, all of them with figures like swords, standing still.
Not long.
A tall figure walked out of the forest and went straight to the viewing platform.
The giant was three feet tall, wearing a platinum armor, with piercing golden eyes, and his eyes were breathtaking.
He held a strange shark-tooth knife in his hand, which was full of evil aura and exuded a heart-stopping dangerous aura.
Just now, everyone had a clear view of the fight at the foot of the mountain.
At this moment, everyone was frightened when they saw the giant approaching.
"Senior, this is the first step up the mountain, please stay."
The tall woman gathered her thoughts and spoke loudly.
The giant glanced at a few people and said in surprise: "Just a few of you?"
The tall slender woman's eyes twitched and she explained: "This level is a test of the senior's understanding, not a battle of skills. On the stone tablet behind the junior, there is a sword mark left by my master of the Shangqing Sect."
"Senior, if you can understand the secret technique left in the sword mark in a stick of incense, you will pass...otherwise, senior should go down the mountain!"
After saying that, several people stood aside and exposed the stone tablet.
On the stone tablet, there was indeed a faint sword mark.
A hint of sword intent is hidden in it.
The tall woman waved her sleeves, and in the incense burner next to her, a column of fragrant incense spontaneously ignited without fire, and light smoke rose.
Pang Yue smiled slightly and his eyes fell on the stone tablet.
"Huh?"
He can now be regarded as a master of swordsmanship. Whether it is the seventy-two sword techniques of the Tianjian Sect or the supreme art of the Nine Swords of the Human Emperor, he has already opened a huge gap between him and ordinary swordsmen in the way of swordsmanship.
But when he saw the sword marks on the stone tablet, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.
Although this sword mark is light and shallow, the sword power inside is full of twists and turns, and is extremely complicated.
"Sonic sword mark..."
Pang Yue only took one look and understood where the sword mark came from.
This shallow sword mark seemed to contain a musical score.
It's just that these notes are so messy that it's difficult to discern their true meaning. Those who need to understand can find the core sword meaning from the fragmented "notes" and reassemble the notes into a movement.
This tests the monk's understanding.
Not only must we see the essence of the sword marks, but we must also exhaust all possibilities in the simple sword marks to deduce the most perfect and "sounding" piece of music.
"The Sword Comes"
It is almost impossible to accomplish such a thing within one stick of incense.
But it seems that... the Taiqing Sect does not require the music to be performed to reach the most perfect state...
In the midst of mountains and rivers, in a thatched house.
I activated the Xiantian Wuji Monument and began to deduce this sword mark!
The invisible sword flew out quietly and trembled slightly.
A strange sword sound resounded throughout the blessed land.
The sound of the sword seems to contain the rolling red dust, the seven emotions and six desires in the world, which makes people unable to help but have all kinds of illusions, fall into them, and find it difficult to extricate themselves.
Pang Yue seemed to see the monk who invented this swordsmanship gently pluck the strings of the piano. The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the sword sounds were layered, forming an invisible wave that swept through the world.
The sound of the sword seduces people's soul, causing them to instantly fall into the most desired, longed for, and most unattainable illusion, from which they cannot extricate themselves.
Sword cultivators kill people in just a moment.
As long as the monk's Taoist heart is not stable and he is careless and hesitant, he will lose his life under this sword!
Inside the bamboo hut next to the thatched hut.
Yi Ling, who was dressed in white and snow-clad, heard the sound of the sword, couldn't help but open her beautiful eyes, frowned and glanced outside, a look of surprise on her beautiful face.
Beyond the mountains and rivers.
Pang Yue lifted up the Shark Tooth Liyan Knife and flicked it with his fingers.
Ding……
There was a trill and a buzzing sound.
At first, several true disciples of Taiqing Sect didn't think anything of it.
But soon, the trill seemed to arouse some desires in his heart.
Strength, power, beauty, treasures, fame, avenue...
The tall woman's face moved slightly, as if she had thought of something. She was about to remind her junior brothers and sisters to be careful, but she was shocked to find that the world in front of her had changed, and she appeared in her luxurious and comfortable boudoir, with a red candle-scented bed.
The handsome senior brother, with a friendly smile on his face, looked at her affectionately, stepped closer to the bed, and said softly:
"Junior sister, you were distracted just now..."
The senior brother gently pushed her onto the soft and silky brocade quilt, then took a step back and untied her robe.
Infinite sweetness emerged in her heart, and she looked at her senior brother shyly, secretly looking forward to what would happen next.
She simply relaxed her mind, embraced the joy tactfully, and lingered until death...
From then on, the two lived together, raising their children, pursuing truth and practicing Taoism, living freely and happily.
"wake up!"
A clear drink came into her ears, like morning bells and evening drums, suddenly waking her up.
When she came back to her senses, she found that she had become so weak that she was kneeling on the ground of the viewing platform, her body feeling cold and wet.
The mountains and forests are deep, the sky and the earth are vast, and the breeze blows on your face, but it is so unreal.
The rolling worldly dust and the lingering sound of the sword still permeate the surroundings.
The tall woman looked blankly, only to see that the figure of the Zhenyang Sect breaker was no longer in front of her.
On the mountain path not far away, a thin and elegant old man was looking at her with disappointment.
"Elder..."
The tall slender woman was so embarrassed that she found that she still seemed to have traces of the excitement and excitement she had with her senior brother... after that.
The several junior brothers and sisters behind her were in a similar state, even more arrogant than her.
"Is this the legendary Red Dust Sword Intent? It's so scary... Why are the secret techniques learned by the first three people so different from this person's?"
The tall slender woman thought in confusion.
…
"What a great Shen Tuhao!"
"I didn't expect that in just one stick of incense, I could comprehend the Red Dust Sword Intent to such a level!"
"Even the female cultivators in Daoji's later period couldn't stop him from turning from a cold sword cultivator into a charming and passionate woman with just a flick of his finger..."
In the pavilion at the foot of the mountain.
Wu Junsheng pawed in admiration.
at this time.
Not only him, but hundreds of monks from all over the East China Sea all over the mountain clearly witnessed the strange behavior of the Taiqing Sect’s true disciples, trapped in the world of mortals, indulgent and indulgent, and trapped in beautiful fantasies!
Just the sound of a knife can be so powerful.
If one were to encounter this secret technique in a life-and-death struggle, it would probably be... disastrous.
For a while.
Everyone didn't know whether they should be afraid of the Taiqing Sect's weird and unparalleled swordsmanship, or whether they should be afraid of Shen Tuhao's miraculous understanding.
Although Yang Ji, Cao Shize, and Zhao Xiongzhao of the Zhenyang Sect also understood the secret technique of sound waves from the sword marks.
But it's just a superficial impression, far from the true meaning of Hongchen Sword Intent!
At most, it just emits sonic sword energy...
Shen Tuhao just raised the knife and flicked it, then walked away.
All the disciples guarding the first level stood frozen in despair. Some female cultivators even turned red in the face, their legs went weak, and they collapsed on the ground...with expressions of love on their faces.
Taiqing Sect's face was completely lost by a few true disciples unexpectedly!
I can't even pick it up...
