"Anyone who dares to take another step forward will be killed without mercy!"
When the man from the Kingdom of the Rising Sun at the entrance of the cave said these words in an extremely confident and domineering tone, even an old monk like Master Miki, who had profound qi skills and had been able to control anger many years ago, He couldn't help but have a flash of anger on his face.
But the most angry person was Su Jie.
This is Dahua, this is Jingcheng, and this is Snake Mountain.
And then a Rising Sun countryman actually stopped them from taking another step forward?
Why!
Just because you are Yuanying?
It's just that after Jingcheng today, there is no great power of Dahua's Nascent Soul, so that the Japanese dare to say such arrogant words.
Su Jie, who was furious, immediately took a big step forward. At the same time, he raised his hand and pointed, the Haoran sword at his waist was unsheathed, and it flew like an electric light to stab the man from the Kingdom of the Rising Sun sitting cross-legged at the entrance of the cave.
The Haoran Sword, whose blade was as clear as autumn water, pulled out a straight line in the air, and in an instant it flew to the middle of the eyebrows of the man from the Kingdom of the Rising Sun.
A long sword was slashed in the air.
At the last moment, the man from the Kingdom of the Rising Sun had his hands on the scabbard of the sword, and the sword was placed across his knees.
When Haoran's sword flew three inches in front of his eyebrows, the man from the Kingdom of the Rising Sun suddenly drew the sword, held the handle of the sword with both hands, raised it high above his head, and then slashed it down.
The movements were so incredibly fast that even a strong Fetal Movement Realm expert like Su Jie could not see clearly how the man from the Kingdom of the Rising Sun could draw, raise, and drop the sword in just a split second.
The Tai Dao struck the tip of the Haoran Sword with great accuracy.
A dragon-like sound of gold and iron mingled, and the Haoran Sword trembled, then flew back faster than before, and landed in front of Su Jie's feet.
On the sword body, the sword flower that was originally as clear as autumn water was still extremely dark at this moment, but the awe-inspiring energy in the sword had been chopped off by the man.
The Haoran Sword was originally the most powerful magic weapon of the Seven Immortals Alliance in Jingcheng, and it was enough to pose a fatal threat to the Nascent Soul Realm powerful ones.
However, its power depends on the amount of awe-inspiring energy contained in the sword body.
It is a pity that in the battle with Qixia Master five hundred years ago, the Haoran Qi contained in the sword was almost exhausted. It has recovered a little in the past five hundred years, but in the battle with Li Zhixia last night, it was exhausted again. Most of it.
That's why at this time, the man from the Kingdom of the Rising Sun slashed his sword into the dust, and he couldn't even return to the scabbard.
The man from the Kingdom of the Rising Sun slowly put the sword back into its sheath.
He glanced at the Haoran sword that fell in front of Su Jie, and finally there was an expression in his indifferent eyes, as if he was a little surprised that his sword did not shatter the sword.
"The sword is a good sword."
"It's a pity that you Chinese don't know how to use a sword!"
Then, the man from the Kingdom of the Rising Sun said this slightly mockingly.
"You Chinese people have always regarded the sword as a weapon, but you don't even want to hold the sword with your hands. How can you make the sword willing to be used by you?"
The man from the Kingdom of the Rising Sun gently caressed the scabbard of his tachi with his hands, his eyes looking cherishing as if he were looking at his lover.
"We, the warriors of the Empire of the Rising Sun, all know to respect your sword and serve your sword. Only in this way can we truly unite with the sword and exert the maximum power of the sword."
"So the true meaning of swordsmanship today only exists in our Empire of the Rising Sun."
There is a very strange thing in the Kingdom of the Rising Sun, because their warriors use weapons that are more like swords, but they insist on practicing swordsmanship.
"I am Miyamoto Oishi, the fifty-seventh generation descendant of the Miyamoto family, the first family of swordsmen in the Kingdom of the Rising Sun. Among the children of this generation in our family, my swordsmanship can only be ranked third, but come to you. After Hua, in terms of swordsmanship, he has never met an opponent so far!"
Then, the man from the Kingdom of the Rising Sun, who called himself Miyamoto Oishi, said this, his tone full of confidence and pride.
Li Zhixia, Master Sanmu, and Su Jie looked at each other.
They had not had much dealings with practitioners from the Kingdom of the Rising Sun before, but they had also heard of the name Miyamoto family.
The Kingdom of the Rising Sun's cultivation world is not like Dahua, which has many cultivation sects and a vast variety of cultivation methods. Their cultivation world has only three schools, namely the Yin and Yang style, the Kendo style, and the Ninja style.
Each school is also passed down in the form of a family. For example, the Miyamoto family, where Miyamoto Oishi was born, is indeed the most powerful family in the Kendo style of the Kingdom of the Rising Sun. It is said that there are even real fairyland experts in the family.
After looking at each other with the other two people, Su Jie silently bent down, picked up the dim Haoran Sword from the ground, silently wiped off the dust on the sword, and then silently inserted the Haoran Sword back into the scabbard. middle.
Then, he silently scratched himself a few times with his right index finger, as if wiping away the dust between his fingers.
Then, the old man with gray beard and hair was no longer silent.
"When we practice swordsmanship in Dahua, we have always cultivated people, not objects, and we will not let objects override people. As the saying goes, the sword rises with the person, and if the person is strong, the sword will become stronger."
"So it's not that Dahua's swordsmanship is not as good as yours in the Kingdom of the Rising Sun, it's just that my cultivation is not as good as yours."
"Besides, you are in the Nascent Soul Realm and beat me in the Fetal Movement Realm. How dare you talk such arrogant shit here?"
Su Jie asked back very seriously.
Miyamoto Oishi's face changed slightly, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.
"You Chinese people, once you can't defeat others, you will only use your words like this."
He snorted mockingly.
"Besides, as I said just now, anyone who dares to take a step forward will be killed without mercy!"
"So, go to hell!"
As soon as the words fell, the sword light reappeared.
With a snap, an arm fell to the dirt.
Still no one could see clearly how Miyamoto Oishi drew the sword.
When you see it, the knife has been retracted into the scabbard, and the opponent has fallen under the knife.
Su Jie covered his left shoulder with his right hand. Blood surged between his fingers, but his left shoulder was already empty.
If Li Zhixia hadn't pulled him with lightning speed just now, he would have been cut in half by Miyamoto Oishi's knife.
At this time, Su Jie's face was very pale, but there was no sign of fear. He just glanced at the arm on the ground with some regret, and then tapped his left shoulder with his right hand a few times to stop the blood gushing from the wound.
"How are you?"
Li Zhixia on the side asked Su Jie with a sad look on her face.
Maybe he was the only one who could see Miyamoto Oishi's knife action a little bit clearly just now. It was also because his movement was fast enough that he had time to pull Su Jie away in time.
It's a pity that Su Jie still had one of his arms chopped off by Miyamoto Oishi.
In front of the real power of Nascent Soul, they really don't have much resistance.
"It's okay, I always write with my right hand."
Su Jie smiled indifferently, his body still as straight as a javelin, as if the arm he had just broken was not his.
As long as people in the academy can write, they can also fight!
At the entrance of the cave, Miyamoto Oishi is still sitting cross-legged.
He had already struck twice, but he never got up.
Especially the second sword cut off an arm of Su Jie who was twenty meters away. His sword seemed not to be limited by spatial distance.
I have to say that Miyamoto Oishi's swordsmanship is indeed extremely domineering.
At this moment, Miyamoto Oishi glanced at Li Zhixia in surprise.
He didn't expect that a practitioner in the Fetal Movement Realm could react in time when he drew the sword.
In fact, the two swords he just used, one slashed away the Haoran Sword, and the other slashed off one of Su Jie's arms. It seemed to be shockingly powerful, but in fact, the first sword he used was to chop the Haoran Sword, and the second sword was to chop off the Haoran Sword. Killed Su Jie.
Unfortunately, both swords failed to achieve their goals.
This is more than him
For a strong swordsman who pays attention to moving forward without hesitation and wielding the aura of killing the enemy with his sword, this is something that greatly affects his fighting spirit.
Miyamoto Oishi's hand slowly stroked the scabbard of the tachi, and then held the handle tightly.
With the third sword, he will kill one person.
At this time, Li Zhixia and others also took action.
Li Zhixia opened the remaining two jade boxes in her hand and took out the Manniu Flag and the Ice Soul Silver Needle.
Then he raised his hand and threw the bull flag towards Miyamoto Oishi.
Beside him, Master Miki also took off the Nine Buddha Beads hanging on his chest. With both hands, the Nine Buddha Beads glowed brightly and spun forward.
However, the speed of the bull flag was faster. It flew above Miyamoto's big stone head first. On the flag, the four-cornered bull's bell-like eyes flashed red, opened its bloody mouth, and killed Miyamoto with one mouthful. The big stone swallowed it.
The Manniu Flag is the highest-level magical weapon in the human immortal realm. It can easily kill a strong person in the Fetal Movement Realm. It also poses a powerful threat to practitioners in the Nascent Soul Realm.
The Manniu flag stood still in the air for about two or three seconds.
Immediately afterwards, the flag of the Manniu Flag began to shake violently.
Then, an extremely bright sword light burst out from inside the flag.
The next moment, the head of the four-horned bull was split in the middle, and Miyamoto Oishi jumped out from it with a sword in hand.
As for the Wild Bull Flag, it fell from the sky. The crack in the middle of the skull of the four-cornered bull in the flag slowly began to heal, but the bull's eyes were tightly closed, and it looked like it was dying.
The moment Miyamoto Oishi jumped out of the Barbarian Bull Flag, his right hand once again grasped the handle of the sword, as if he was preparing to draw the sword.
However, at this moment, the nine Buddha beads were spinning and flying to the top of his head. On top of the nine Buddha beads, the shadows of nine old monks appeared. They uttered a Zen chant in their mouths, held the seals in their hands, and volleyed towards Miyamoto's big stone. One click.
[In view of the general environment,
Miyamoto Oishi's body suddenly stiffened.
Li Zhixia's figure appeared beside him like lightning, and she raised her hand and inserted the ice soul silver needle into Miyamoto Oishi's temple.
A thick layer of ice crystals instantly formed on Miyamoto Oishi's cheeks, and the ice crystals quickly spread towards Miyamoto Oishi's whole body. Miyamoto Oishi's whole body became even stiffer before his eyes.
Li Zhixia closed her hands and clenched her fists. Purple electric light surrounded her fists and suddenly struck Miyamoto Oishi's chest.
Miyamoto Oishi's body shook slightly, and a trace of blood came from the corner of his mouth.
At the same time, Master Miki's figure also appeared above Miyamoto Oishi's head. He fell down in the air and sat in the middle of the nine old monks, with his hands forming the fearless Vajra Seal.
So the nine old monks also formed the Fearless Vajra Seal at the same time.
Nine rays of clear light fell on Master Miki.
Master Miki's originally thin body suddenly swelled up at this moment. The loose monk's robe was stretched tightly by the stretched muscles. At the same time, his eyes widened, his white eyebrows stood upright, and his kind eyes turned into angry glares.
Then Master Miki stood upside down in the air, his palms turned into gold, and from top to bottom, he slapped Miyamoto Oishi heavily on the head.
Miyamoto Oishi's body was shaken again.
This time, blood also flowed from between his nose and eyes.
Li Zhixia and Master Miki are worthy of being partners and comrades-in-arms who have fought side by side since they were young. The two have a tacit understanding of each other and launch a fierce counterattack at the same time.
As soon as he took action, it was a series of deadly attacks like a violent storm.
It's a pity that the strength gap between them and Miyamoto Oishi is too big after all.
After suffering such fatal attacks from two peak Fetal Movement Realm experts, his body was still as solid as a rock and stood firm.
It didn't even seem to be much harmed.
However, although he was not seriously injured, Miyamoto Oishi's face was filled with endless anger.
Because just a few minutes ago, he had never thought that one day he would be forced into such an embarrassing situation by a few ant-like fetal movement realm practitioners.
And his original plan was to use only three swords to kill the leaders of the three sects of the Jingcheng Seven Immortals Alliance.
But now he has struck out four times, but only cut off the arm of one of them, while he himself suffered some minor injuries.
Miyamoto Oishi slowly raised his head. On his thick neck, thick ice crystals cracked instantly and fell down.
"idiot!"
Then Miyamoto Oishi let out a thunderous roar, and the ice silver needle inserted in his temple suddenly shot out and pierced Li Zhixia's face.
At the same time, his sword was unsheathed for the fifth time. The sword flashed, the tip of the sword pointed upward, and it penetrated deeply into Master Miki's chest with an irresistible attitude.
Master Miki's swollen body quickly deflated like a popped balloon.
The six-foot-long sword had already pierced his body.
Miyamoto Oishi laughed ferociously, and was about to flip his wrist and use the tachi blade to crush Master Miki's heart.
For practitioners in the Fetal Movement Realm, just piercing the heart is no longer a fatal injury. Unless the heart is completely broken and there is no possibility of recovery, it is considered to be completely killed.
At this time, Li Zhixia was flying back while holding the Bingso Silver Needle with her fingers.
Although the Ice Soul Silver Needle is the magic weapon of Shan Sikan, at this moment, it was forced by Miyamoto Oishi's sword intention to involuntarily bite Li Zhixia.
Therefore, Li Zhixia was unable to rescue Master Miki.
But Master Miki was about to die under Miyamoto Oishi's sword.
But at this moment, a sword light hit Miyamoto Oishi's throat directly.
The sword is still the Haoran sword.
But at this time, the Haoran Sword was already held in the palm of Su Jie's remaining right hand.
Su Jie was a moment later than Li Zhixia and Master Sanmu because he was still writing when Li Zhixia and Master Sanmu launched a counterattack.
He wrote five words in the air with his right hand, all five words in one breath:
Kill one person in ten steps.
These five words are actually a poem written by a famous Confucian poet in Dahua five thousand years ago, before the rebellion of the Monkey Army.
The person who wrote this poem was not only a poet, but also a swordsman.
The layman Qinglian was a master of poetry and swordsmanship. He was famous both in the mortal world and in the immortal world.
At this time, the five big characters written by Su Jie burst out with dazzling light in the air, and then they all penetrated into Su Jie's body.
Su Jie then rushed out with his sword.
The blade of the Haoran Sword is still dark, but it is still a sword, and it is an Earth Immortal magic sword. Even if the Haoran Qi is exhausted, people can still be hurt if they are really touched by the blade.
What's more, at this time, the Haoran sword still contained a faint sword intention that made Miyamoto Oishi feel inexplicably.
That ray of sword intent made Miyamoto Oishi fearful. He could clearly kill the abbot of Guiyuan Temple with a flick of his wrist and a shot of the sword, but he still had to choose to draw it immediately. The knife retreated straight away.
Because Miyamoto Oishi knew very well that if he retreated a little late, his head might be dislocated under that sword.
Miyamoto Oishi drew his sword, retreated, raised his sword again, and faced the pursuing sword.
Between the electric light and flint, the swords and swords crossed each other hundreds of times. Even if the scorching sun was in the sky at this time, it could not hide the fire that exploded when the swords struck each other, like fireworks blooming.
Miyamoto Oishi retreated step by step, step by step, and kept retreating.
Su Jie advanced step by step, holding a sword with one arm, his big sleeves fluttering, his body like a swimming dragon startling a giant, and his sword like a landscape splashed with ink.
Miyamoto Oishi was so killed that he was dripping with cold sweat, his face turned white and his lips were dry.
Su Jie is unrestrained and uninhibited.
Because at this moment, he was recreating the Qinglian Sword Immortal's sword intent, sword power, and sword energy.
The secret technique of Confucian writing, after reaching the realm of fetal movement, is not like the realm of first understanding, which is limited to one word after another.
Instead of borrowing the meaning of the Great Way contained in Dahua characters, you can write a poem or an article to borrow the great meaning of the Great Way in that poem or the power contained in that poem.
Miyamoto Oishi took ten steps back.
Su Jie took ten steps in a row, but when he took the tenth step, he suddenly stopped and put away his sword.
There was a look of panic on Miyamoto Oishi's face. For a moment, he forgot to take advantage of the situation to fight back. He looked at the slender old man who had just cut off an arm in confusion. He didn't understand why the opponent's strength suddenly increased so much, especially The meaning of swordsmanship just revealed made him feel majestic and majestic, like a mountain standing tall.
A trace of regret flashed across Su Jie's eyes, and then he held the sword behind him with one hand and calmly said to the Yuanying Realm strongman from the Kingdom of the Rising Sun:
"This is our Dahua's swordsmanship. We Dahua are not just good at talking!"
"It's a pity that my cultivation level is low and I cannot reproduce one ten thousandth of the swordsmanship of Qinglian Sword Immortal."
"If my cultivation level were equal to yours, I would have killed you with my sword within ten steps just now!"
"Miyamoto Oishi, do you still dare to say that all the swordsmanship in the world is in your Kingdom of the Rising Sun?"
Miyamoto Oishi was silent for a moment.
Su Jie sneered again.
"Just now you said that anyone who dares to take one step forward will be killed without mercy. Now I have taken ten steps forward. Have you ever killed me?"
