Mu Qing's words were too provocative, and the smile on Zong Sheng's face slowly disappeared. He glanced at the sword in Mu Qing's hand and frowned, "Is this the way of swordsmanship for future generations?"
There was a lot of regret in Zong Sheng's words. In their era, sword cultivators said "only one sword" was a question. It was the most dangerous sparring between sword cultivators. No matter life or death, others must not interfere with the battle between the two. .
What Zong Sheng was dissatisfied with was not even Mu Qing's slightly arrogant words, but Mu Qing's disrespect for kendo.
Mu Qing felt the powerful sword spirit emanating from Zong Sheng's body and said softly: "Senior may have misunderstood. I am not a pure swordsman, nor can I represent the current swordsmanship."
Zong Sheng's face returned to indifference, he shook his head and said, "How could the swordsmanship be so bad that we all need to rush forward? The Sword Washing Pond is a forbidden area for our sect. If you disturb Yun'er, prepare to take the sword."
As soon as Zong Sheng finished speaking, his figure moved and disappeared.
Mu Qing's heart froze slightly, this man is so fast!
When Zong Sheng appeared behind Mu Qing and handed him the sword, Mu Qing only had time to raise the sword to the crossbar.
However, the expected mighty sword intent did not explode, and the two swords did not even collide. Mu Qing's sword passed through Zong Sheng's body.
This is a shadow!
A bright light flashed in Mu Qing's eyes, the power in his body surged out, and he swept his sword across.
Sure enough, as soon as Mu Qing continued his sword movement, more than a dozen Zong Sheng figures appeared around him, all rushing towards Mu Qing.
These Zong Sheng's movements were all very simple, whether they were chopping or stabbing. Mu Qing gave a light shout, and the sword was like a full moon, splitting three figures apart in an instant.
But when he wanted to continue, he encountered a huge resistance in his hand, making it difficult to swing the Demon Suppressing Sword in his hand.
Mu Qing looked intently, and it turned out that the scattered shadows did not really disperse, but turned into a ball of sword intent that tightly wrapped around the long sword.
Mu Qing wanted to use his strength to pull out the long sword, but Zong Sheng didn't give him a chance to try. His attack angle suddenly became extremely tricky. After Mu Qing managed to dodge the sword, he had to let go of the sword and strike towards Dispersed aside.
"You lost!" Zong Sheng sneered.
For a swordsman, voluntarily giving up his sword is a shame more unacceptable than death, at least in Zong Sheng's eyes.
However, he didn't intend to let Mu Qing go just like that. He shouted softly and rushed towards Mu Qing again.
Mu Qing frowned slightly. His injuries were actually not serious, because the power in his body was in a saturated and excited state after the breakthrough, so he was very eager for a hearty battle.
But the result was counterproductive. He fell into a sticky state from the beginning of this battle. In the end, he didn't even touch Zong Sheng's sword and just felt aggrieved.
Now that the cold jade coffin has been moved, the surrounding formations will not restrict other Taoist secrets. Mu Qing can use thunder to make a quick victory. This is what he planned at the beginning, but when he saw the Zong who rushed over Seeing the disdain in Sheng's eyes, Mu Qing began to want to prove something.
The Najie in his hand flashed, and an ancient sword appeared in his hand.
Mu Qing had picked up many good swords on Luoshen Mountain in front of him.
He held a clear sword flower and stood there, waiting for Zong Sheng's figure to surround him.
"Bang bang bang."
The ancient swords clashed, and the sound was bright and crisp, as if they were cheering for each other to fight again after so many years.
Zong Sheng only separated eight figures this time. Unlike before, each figure was an extremely real attack when it stood with Mu Qing.
But as the number of fights increased, Mu Qing once again had the same feeling as before, and the sword in his hand became less and less obedient, like a cow in water.
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The ancient sword passed through Mu Qing's shoulder, and when it was pulled out, red blood came out.
Mu Qing felt the sword intent spreading rapidly around the wound, and wanted to use thunder to destroy it. However, he hesitated for a moment, but the sword intent still invaded his whole body.
Zong Sheng's sword is amazing in his body skills, but what's most powerful is his sword intention.
Mu Qing's eyes brightened slightly. At this moment, he finally captured the true flavor of swordsmanship contained in the sword intention.
He shouted softly, and while discarding his sword, he took out an ancient sword from Najie again and swept it towards Zong Sheng.
A trace of boredom flashed in Zong Sheng's eyes, and his figure shrunk further.
The eight paths were reduced to four, and he stabbed towards Mu Qing with the same movement.
Mu Qing's sword blocked Zong Sheng's first attack, but when he was about to block the second attack, he slashed out in the opposite direction with the feedback from the sword.
boom--
The two swords intersected, and the two ancient swords were pressed together without being separated.
Zong Sheng looked at the young man in front of him in surprise.
Mu Qing's eyes fell on the sword in his hand, and he took a step back, and his sword also retreated.
This time, Mu Qing's sword split apart the three figures of Zong Sheng exceptionally smoothly, and was no longer bound by the sword intent within them.
Mu Qing recalled the battle just now. There were no gorgeous moves or soaring sword energy in the whole process. For the first time, he realized what Qing Ying had said before - the ultimate in sword moves is Qi, while the ultimate in swordsmanship is intention. .
Even in the art of swordsmanship, there are thousands of changes in the spirit and spirit, and Zong Sheng's sword actually has a certain meaning of overcoming strength with softness.
Zong Sheng's lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything. He squinted his eyes, looked at Mu Qing again, and said, "If this is the way of swordsmanship today, that's not bad."
Mu Qing was able to understand his sword intention in just one sword question, which was excellent, but what Zong Sheng admired was Mu Qing's attitude. He practiced other people's sword skills in battle. This was something that made him quite proud. Touching things.
Zong Sheng said: "Since you have understood the meaning of my sword, if you continue to fight, I will only lose. This time when I ask the sword, you will win."
Zong Sheng retreated to Sword Spirit, and Mu Qing looked intently. The figures that were in the air before now all landed on the big stone mountain.
A cold and arrogant woman angrily scolded Mu Qing: "Learning swordsmanship without preaching is too treasonous!"
With that said, the woman rushed towards Mu Qing with her sword.
It was still the same as Zong Sheng's battle. When the woman stepped forward, everyone else stood still.
The woman's sword is much more powerful than Zong Sheng's sword. The sword moves are magnificent, and every blow is accompanied by fierce sword energy. Mu Qing has experience in fighting Zong Sheng. At first, he only defended, and later he switched to defensive. Attack, gaining an advantage little by little.
In front of the woman is the leader of the Shuangji Sect, and may be an immortal creature, but due to the limitation that it is just a remnant soul, the strength it can exert is only slightly stronger than Zong Sheng. As time goes by, the power of the sword moves is only Can barely maintain in the early stage of mortal transformation.
As he understood the woman's sword moves, Mu Qing gained greater and greater advantage. At a certain moment, the sword in his hand was fixed, the sword energy converged, and it touched the woman's wrist.
The woman's eyes were full of anger and she wanted to continue fighting, but was stopped by Zong Sheng.
After the woman retreated, the other members of the Shuangji Sect appeared one after another. Without exception, they all lost to Mu Qing, and they lost faster as they went to the back.
On Dashi Mountain, Mu Qing's chest was rising and falling slightly, his body was tired, but his eyes were bright.
Today's encounter was of great benefit to his swordsmanship.
Mu Qing raised his head and looked at Sword Spirit.
Now he was the only one left who didn't take action.
Suddenly, a crisp sound was heard, and Zong Sheng threw his sword towards Mu Qing.
Mu Qing subconsciously took it and asked, "Senior, what do you mean by this?"
Zong Sheng looked at his sword and said to Mu Qing: "I am a sword cultivator. For a sword cultivator, it is a very lucky thing to be able to hold the sword in his lifetime again. And Feng Yi said it right Yes, preaching should be like preaching.”
Feng Yi was the cold and arrogant woman who fought with Mu Qing for the second time. When she heard Zong Sheng's words, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, and the next moment she threw her sword at Mu Qing.
Mu Qing subconsciously wanted to refuse, but the ancient sword in his hand trembled at this moment. Mu Qing seemed to feel the emotion of the ancient sword and took the initiative to catch Feng Yi's sword.
Zong Sheng looked at this scene, smiled happily, turned to Feng Yi and said, "After all these years, they still like to be together."
Feng Yi snorted lightly, but slowly approached Zong Sheng, and the two held their hands together.
Mu Qing thought of the truth of the two people's preaching, and also thought that they were just a ray of remnant souls from ten thousand years ago. He felt inexplicably sad and said softly: "What can I do?"
Zong Sheng said: "You already have your own sword, please give these two swords to the destined person for us."
Mu Qing asked: "The sword has
Name? "
Feng nodded: "His sword is called Liuyun Sword, and mine is called Jingshui. But if you want to change the name after giving it away, you can change it."
Mu Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, Zong Yi's sword skills were like still water, Feng Yi's sword skills were like flowing clouds, but their swords were opposite.
Zong Yi smiled: "This is the name we give each other's swords. Our sect's swordsmanship is based on spirit and energy, and it also has the dual cultivation of yin and yang. When you give it away, don't let them separate."
Mu Qing nodded and was about to say something else, but at this moment the two swords in his hands let out a whine.
Mu Qing quickly looked forward. Zong Sheng and Feng were holding hands, and their figures quickly disappeared by the sword-washing pool.
The remnant souls in their bodies turned into a bright sword light, intertwined with each other and disappeared in the air, while the diffused sword intent quickly rushed towards the two ancient swords in his hands.
The sword intent dissipated, and the ancient swords glowed with new light. The ancient swords that Mu Qing originally evaluated as having no sword spirit suddenly became two top-notch spiritual weapons.
Maybe when they find their true owner, they will have more stories, but the story belonging to Zong Sheng and Feng Yi is over.
Mu Qing solemnly put the two ancient swords into the ring and thought regretfully: "I haven't had time to know more of your stories."
He raised his head and looked at the sword spirit again.
The sword spirit was looking at the place where the sword light disappeared in mid-air. He looked away and looked at Mu Qing and said: "The two elders Zong Sheng and Feng Yi are the two closest teachers to the saint. They chose to pass on their sword skills to You, I should have let you go.”
Mu Qing looked at the sword spirit and said nothing.
Sword Spirit continued: "But nothing is more important than the saint's practice. She is the only chance for the revival of our sect, but you disturbed her practice."
"Practice?" Mu Qing raised an eyebrow and said, "Will she wake up again?"
The sword spirit didn't speak, and formed a sword formula in front of him.
Seeing this scene, the other figures showed a bit of reluctance in their eyes. Some of them even flew into the sky and took one last look at the Shuangji Sect.
After they came back, they complained to the people who looked at them: "There is nothing good to see. The sky is lacking and the earth is rotten. It seems that this young man did not lie to us. Shuangji Sect... is really gone."
A few sighs disappeared quickly.
There was a flash of determination in someone's eyes, and they moved slightly, but stopped under the gaze of the sword spirit, "Everyone, the saint is the hope of our sect."
"But what if the saint can't wake up?" someone asked.
A trace of anger flashed in Sword Spirit's eyes and he said: "The saint will be fine!"
He stretched out his hand and pointed towards the person who raised the question. In the end, the person just smiled at Mu Qing, did not resist, and disappeared between heaven and earth.
Another sword light came on and then disappeared.
The diffused sword energy was swallowed up by the sword spirit. The ancient sword without an owner whined angrily beside the sword spirit, but it regarded Mu Qing as its enemy.
Mu Qing did not stop the sword spirit because he knew that blocking would only speed up the demise of these figures.
He just looked at the sword spirit and said calmly: "Then I hope you are right."
