That sword was very fast and precise.
Anyone who sees that sword can hardly help but exclaim, what a sword.
But that's the weirdest part.
Because opposite Chen Qingshan is an old Taoist from Songxue Temple. Although the Taoist can also use Taoist swords, he will never use the sword so well.
Qingjiao in the distance also turned his head to look at the sudden sword in surprise.
As for Zhang Lizi, who was on the side and had not had time to retreat, his face turned pale, and he stood there not knowing what to do for a moment.
Chen Qingshan did not panic. The rivers and mountains were flowing three inches below him, and all the Taoist charms that hit him in the wind and rain were blocked. They hung around him like a bamboo curtain and fell into the clear stream.
Then the former disciple of the Shan Sect sat cross-legged on the spot, holding Taoist secrets with both hands. His Taoist robes were swaying in the spring rain. His movements seemed to be very slow, but also extremely fast.
As soon as the sword light fell in front of him, Chen Qingshan sneered. On one hand, Daowen quickly spread the golden light from his shoulder through the Taoist robe to his fingertips, then extinguished it. Then he raised two fingers to the side and spoke loudly. With a sound, he brazenly intertwined with the sword, and then quickly slid down along the sharp edge of the drop of rain. The words on his fingertips collided with the sword intention, and an extremely brilliant light burst out.
Before Zhang Lizi could see clearly what was happening, Chen Qingshan's hand had already fallen on the hilt of the sword, and then a Taoist text flowed all over his body, flowing on that arm, and he actually forced the sword out of the spring rain. Seized it.
The little girl from Shanyue City squatted by the stream in a daze, looking at Chen Qingshan, who stood coldly in the rain with a sword.
The latter did not look at the figure who appeared and retreated in the rain in a panic after the sword was taken away. He just turned his head and looked at Zhang Lizi who was still packing the roast rabbit in front of the fire, calmly. Said: "The Taoist sect and the sword sect have been fighting for thousands of years. A qualified Taoist must always have the ability to use bare hands."
Zhang Lizi was stunned for a long time, and then realized that Chen Qingshan was teaching him something.
The little girl squatted under the umbrella and nodded hurriedly.
When Chen Qingshan saw Zhang Lizi nodded, he turned back. The sword in his hand was floated by Dao Yun, hovering in front of him.
There was also a lot of surprise and regret in the expression of the old Taoist Master Songxue Guan.
Chen Qingshan looked at the sword and said softly: "It turns out you are not the only one, there are also people from Liuyun Sword Sect."
This somewhat short-sighted disciple of Shanheguan raised his head and looked at the mountain of spring rain, but he also chuckled softly.
"That's right, the matter of fighting between fellow disciples should always be done cleanly. After all, the name of Brother Gong Shanhe Guan cannot be smeared here."
"So."
The sword around Chen Qingshan was spinning rapidly, and under the drive of Dao Yun, there were some afterimages.
It seems that it is not an afterimage, but it is used as a sword shape, and many swords are separated.
Those Taoist swords were scattered around Chen Qingshan, making it difficult for people to believe that the person in front of him was a Taoist and not a swordsman.
"Who else?"
The shadows of those Dao swords suddenly shot out around Chen Qingshan, and those Dao rhymes dispersed in the spring breeze, like many golden powders scattered in the spring rain.
Of course Chen Qingshan is a Taoist, so it can be seen from the power of those Tao swords.
They are far less pure and skilled, sharp and fast than sword cultivators.
More of a mysterious meaning.
The moment it fell into those spring mountains, the shadows of those Tao swords dispersed and turned into three inches of mountains and rivers, suppressing those spring rain mountains.
So it was like a word that startled the heavenly beings.
Many sword-light Taoist texts come from the spring rain.
Even Chen Qingshan couldn't help but frown. The mountains and rivers above the rocks below him spread, and they seemed to be separated from the world for an instant. Those sword lights fell into the mountains and rivers, causing some ripples, and then quickly disappeared. Got there.
Naturally, the mountains and rivers in Shanheguan are not that easy to break.
If Zhang Xiaoyu hadn't used Gaoya Sword Intent to fall to the world on Mojian Cliff, he wouldn't have been able to cut Chen Qingshan out of the mountains and rivers so easily and nail him to the creek cliff.
Some Taoists and sword cultivators slowly walked out of the green mountains and stood on the distant mountain roads, quietly looking at Chen Qingshan standing by the stream.
The people in the mountains have high and low realms. There are people in the Seventh Realm, and they also have the Five-fold Cultivation like that old Taoist from Songxue Temple.
The places where they come from are also scattered.
For example, the Liuyun Sword Sect, the Donghai Sword Cultivator, the Qingtian Dao inheritance temple, and some unknown Taoist temples in the north.
Zhang Lizi squatted under the umbrella in a daze, like a mushroom that was at a loss and out of place.
It turns out that my master really has so many enemies, and they all come to visit him?
Chen Qingshan stood on the bank of Chunyu River and said softly: "You are worthy of being nineteen, and you are worthy of being three unique ones. You..."
The Shanheguan Taoist's tone deepened, and what also changed with it was the sword snatched from the hands of the Ziliuyun Sword Sect swordsman. A cold light suddenly rose from the sword, and Chen Qingshan wielded the sword with Taoist rhyme on the bank of the stream, and fell towards Qingshan. among.
Even though Chen Qingshan was not a sword cultivator, the Taoist inscriptions flowing on the sword forced several Taoists in that direction to get out of the way in the spring rain.
Cut the mountain with one sword.
Zhang Lizi stared blankly at the sword that broke through the Spring Rain Mountain and flew away.
This sword has no respect for the human world.
"It's really a great job."
Chen Qingshan's voice fell into the human world in a deep voice under that sword.
The green mountain was cut open like tofu by a sword.
At this moment, Chen Qingshan no longer paid attention to the so-called courtesy to the world.
The old Taoist priest of Songxue Temple by the stream said in a deep voice: "Are you crazy? Chen Qingshan?"
Chen Qingshan raised his eyebrows and said, "You want to kill me, why don't you allow me to go crazy?"
The old Taoist Master of Songxue Temple was speechless for a moment, but his expression suddenly changed in the next moment. Chen Qingshan, who was originally standing on the rocks in the stream, quickly disappeared before those words could be spoken.
One finger has fallen.
Even though the old Taoist Master of Songxue Guan has always been wary of Shanhe Guan's finger.
However, he was also disturbed by Chen Qingshan's unscrupulous mountain-cutting sword.
Therefore, at this time, the Tao Yun around the body evolved, scattered like pine and snow, and it was difficult to resist. A finger passed through the left shoulder, and the whole person fell into the green mountain in an extremely embarrassed manner.
Chen Qingshan retracted his fingers, pinched the Tao Jue in front of him, and said extremely calmly: "Of course the people in Shanheguan are all crazy, especially the people from our Hezong. Compared with Jue, I am not as good as my senior brother, and even crazy... "
The mountains and rivers suddenly swallowed up the entire human world.
Chen Qingshan stood on the top of Chunyu Mountain with a solemn expression, looking at the Taoist sword cultivators from a distance.
"He's not as good as me."
The Taoist stood among the mountains and rivers, looking calmly towards the north.
"I know that the world is within the range of Yi's bow, but I also know that no one dares to draw the bow easily without His Majesty."
The north is the world.
The South is also a human world.
This mountain and river falls towards the human world instead of separating everyone from the human world.
This also means that all Taoist sword lights, if they are not stopped, will spread the aftermath to the human world beyond the mountains and rivers.
Chen Qingshan's realm is naturally higher than those here.
If he is not polite to the world, no one can be polite to him.
However, now that things have come to this, it is naturally difficult for everyone to leave.
So the sword cultivators who came to catch the white plum blossoms in the mountain rain and fell into Chen Qingshan's mountains and rivers also attacked Chen Qingshan in the silent world with only the sound of pattering rain.
Zhang Lizi squatted there trembling all over. She didn't know how her master could face so many swordsmen and masters.
Although the Donghai sword cultivator always described his master as a heinous person.
But along the way, Zhang Lizi only knew that he was a Taoist with a calm temperament and seemed a bit gentle and casual.
Chen Qingshan stood on the top of the mountains and rivers, wearing a fluttering Taoist robe, looking very chic.
Those sword lights and all kinds of Taoist skills in the world fell towards the young Taoist in this mountain and river view.
However, Chen Qingshan's figure swayed slightly in the spring rain and disappeared on the green mountain.
Then he appeared in another place.
Of course Chen Qingshan will not go too far.
It's just that this is in his mountains and rivers.
Mountains and rivers are so close.
All the sword-light Taoist techniques were wiped away by the black Taoist robe.
Countless Taoist texts appeared, and the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth turned around. A Nine Realm Sword Cultivator who followed the sword light just began to sheath his sword and realized something was wrong.
Just about to follow the sword and leave again.
However, the Taoist figure had already appeared in front of him.
Even in the midst of all the horror, he did not forget to hold the sword and slash it down with sword intent.
However, it is only the sword of the Nine Realms. If it comes with many sword lights, Chen Qingshan will naturally treat it seriously. But at this time, everyone is separated by the mountains and rivers, and Chen Qingshan will naturally not care about such a sword.
Golden light emerged from under the Taoist robe. The Taoist's bones were naturally very hard, but he would not be able to take the sword with his body.
The sword broke abruptly on Chen Qingshan's shoulder.
Then the Shanheguan Taoist calmly raised his hand.
One finger pierced the sword cultivator's eyebrows.
It's just that, it's more than that.
The force of one finger did not end, but it passed through the body of the Nine Realm Sword Cultivator. The extremely majestic Taoist meaning once again penetrated a Taoist at the other end of the mountain and river, and then it was struck by the sword of a Three-fold Sword Cultivator. Under the influence, it disintegrated and went away.
Chen Qingshan withdrew his bloody hand and held the Taoist secret in front of him. The Taoist secret between the mountains and rivers broke through the wind and rain and attacked the people further away.
If we say that the ways of sword cultivating and shamanism and ghosts are both extreme ways of taking the opposite direction.
Then the Tao Sect is an extremely balanced and comprehensive Tao.
You can attack at a distance and defend at a distance.
Those Taoists who were able to rise boldly in the age of gods and ghosts were certainly not ordinary people.
Although the old Taoist from Songxue Guan suffered a finger injury, this old Taoist had profound cultivation, so there was not much hindrance. Standing in the mountains and rivers of Chen Qingshan, he said in a deep voice: "I have only heard of you, Chen Qingshan, in the past. I haven’t really seen his name before, and now it seems like it.”
The energy of heaven and earth and the rhyme of Tao emerged from the divine sea of the old Taoist, but it was in Chen Qingshan's spring rain of mountains and rivers that he used Taoism to create his own Taoism realm.
That's right.
How pale is the sky? The stars are in the forest.
Three hundred miles to the sky, Miaoer is unique from the world.
There is a green-haired old man in the middle, lying on the pines and snow in clouds.
Neither smiling nor speaking, dwelling in a cave.
...
If the young Lu Xiaosan were here, he would naturally recognize that these were some of the sword names he had memorized in the Sword Lake where Cao Weiying was.
Just like the blue sky, the great road is like the blue sky. I can't tell whether the moon will come from the blue sky. I'll stop drinking and ask.
A certain senior brother Jianya who was once the third disciple of Tsing Yi and personally escorted the Taoist sage Li Er to the East China Sea has always been inextricably linked with the Taoist sect.
...
Even Chen Qingshan did not expect such a scene.
But in an instant, it felt extremely reasonable.
The person who can make plum blossoms come from outside the pass, even if he comes from a place with a different world view, is naturally not an easy person to deal with.
"It seems that I underestimated my senior."
Chen Qingshan said in a deep voice.
The old Taoist said calmly: "I would rather you continue to look down on me."
This is not an act of fighting for the road, but a life-and-death battle on the line.
The fine snow came from the world, and an extremely remote mountain appeared in the mountains and rivers. The stars and snow hung in the distance, and the pine-capped mountains appeared.
Chen Qingshan did not dare to look down upon him, and came towards the guards around him dressed in the charm of mountains and rivers.
However, Songxue's momentum did not show up.
First came the sword wind.
Those sword cultivators stood in the spring rain, their sword skills in their hands were awe-inspiring. The swords left their hands dragged the sword light, shining brightly and nimbly across the entire mountain and river, heading towards Chen Qingshan.
The green mountains are quiet and the river is moving.
Before the light of the sword arrived, several peaks had already risen in front of Chen Qingshan, and Taoist scriptures circulated among the mountains, acting as an extremely stable barrier.
Those sword lights fell on it and were shaken away by Daowen, turning back towards the human world.
All the sword cultivators looked solemn and hurriedly brought back the sword light envoys who fell to the world like meteors.
The act of throwing a rat into a trap naturally gave Chen Qingshan more time.
The old Taoist's wind and snow on thousands of mountains finally came across the mountains and rivers of spring rain. Everything was shaking down in the wind and snow, and the chilling meaning was particularly clear.
Chen Qingshan looked at the Taoist scriptures that were torn apart by the wind and snow, frowned, pinched the Taoist secrets, and with the Taoist scriptures flowing all over his body, he stepped out of the green mountain, only to face the wind and snow head-on.
Behind him, somewhere under Chunyu Mountain, there was a weak little girl from Shanyue City squatting there uneasily holding an umbrella.
The color of the sky, earth, mountains and rivers changed, and all the meanings of spring rain, mountains and rivers fell around Chen Qingshan. Then the Taoist raised his hand again, making a hand gesture on his chest, and pointing at the shadows of mountains and rivers with the other hand.
A finger in the mountains and rivers is the real finger in the mountains and rivers.
The old Taoist scolded lightly.
In the wind and snow on thousands of mountains, the stars were falling, but they showed a huge shadow of the wind and snow.
The shadow is lying in the mountain, holding a sword and raising its head to drink.
Then the gourd was dumped, and thousands of stars and wind and snow poured down from the mouth of the gourd, pouring down on the world.
Under the wind, snow and waterfalls, the mountains and rivers seemed to be faintly broken into pieces.
Chen Qingshan's expression did not change, he just pointed at the mountains and rivers and moved away.
The old Taoist frowned slightly.
Sure enough, at the next moment, those thousands of mountains of wind and snow were broken by a single finger.
Chen Qingshan's black monk's robe moved in the wind and snow, passing through the broken wind and snow, and went straight to the phantom of the wind and snow.
It means moving forward indomitably and being indestructible.
However, the old Taoist was keenly aware that there was a faint red color on Chen Qingshan's lips.
Yes.
This person from the Mountain and River Guanhe Sect has naturally suffered a lot of injuries amidst the high praise from his brothers, friends and brothers.
The intention to move the mountains and rivers with all his strength turned into a finger, and it had obviously affected the injuries on the divine sea and Tao body.
The old Taoist showed some joy in his expression, looked at the sword cultivators and Taoists dormant in the mountains and rivers, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, this is the time."
There is no need for an experienced Taoist to elaborate. Those sword cultivators naturally understand the current situation.
The Taoist rhyme and the text, the sword intention and the sword wind, all came out, and together with the snow of the stars, mountains and pine trees, they attacked the black-robed Taoist in the mountains and rivers.
Chen Qingshan pointed at the shadow of the wind and snow, and the sword light behind him was brilliant, and the Taoism was as powerful as the mountains and rivers blooming with flowers in spring rain.
But what no one expected was.
They had always thought that Chen Qingshan, who did not have the power to enter his body, suddenly closed his fingers into fists at the next moment.
The first punch shattered the entire Songxue Temple Taoist's shadow in the mountains and rivers into the mountains and rivers.
The old Taoist suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Everyone's expressions changed.
Only then did I finally see the faint golden Taoist text in the eyes of this disciple of Shanhe Temple.
Yes.
Chen Qingshan is a short-sighted person.
If Dao Wen did not enter the body, how could he see clearly everything in such remote mountains and rivers?
The expressions of the people who had given away all their sword intent and Dao Yun changed.
Chen Qingshan raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, and calmly scanned the mountains and rivers for the people fleeing towards the human world.
Everyone finally remembered the incident where Chen Qingshan went into action empty-handed.
Yes, at that time, countless Taoist scriptures naturally flashed from my shoulders to my fingers.
This is a person whose Taoism and literature are in his body all the time.
The old Taoist finally figured these things out.
The Taoist text for the world to see is the river.
What enters the body is the mountain.
The mountains are still and the rivers are moving. Chen Qingshan, the former great disciple of the Shan Sect.
Chen Qingshan was injured three times.
The first time was the sword intention of Mo Jian Ya borrowed by Zhang Xiaoyu, the second time was the plum branch outside the pass brought by Yun Zhusheng, and the third time was the fluctuation of Mo Jian Ya's sword intention.
Chen Qingshan was injured only by forcefully breaking through the Dao Wen.
It's a pity that the old Taoist priests from Songxue Temple don't know these things.
So there are some things that when you know them, it’s too late.
Only then did the world know why Chen Qingshan was able to roam around in the world despite having enemies all over the place.
Because he is really strong.
Those sword-light Taoist spells fell on the Taoist who was still injured. Even though the Taoist spell entered his body, it made his complexion even paler.
However, in this paleness, there is some very ironic smile.
Chen Qingshan's left hand was still holding the secret in front of him, with golden light flowing all over his body, but his other hand was loosened.
"Everyone, please get on your way."
Chen Qingshan’s voice was calm.
The Shanheguan Taoist took a step forward calmly.
He raised his hand and grasped the phantom of the mountains and rivers that were slowly dispersing.
Chen Qingshan Chen Qingshan.
Under the black robe, the golden light of the Taoist text shone brightly, instantly spreading all over the body, and the vast and awe-inspiring voice of the world rang out.
This person who was as small as a dust in front of Qingshan, with the blessing of Taoism, actually pulled out the human green mountain from the spring rain.
Whether it was the veteran Taoist, Donghai Sword Cultivator Qingjiao, or Zhang Lizi trembling under the umbrella, they all looked at this scene with great shock.
Human beings are naturally fragile.
Even those who are cultivators can only control the mighty power with their weak bodies.
It is not surprising that the sword will shake the mountain.
But pulling up a mountain with bare hands is probably a wonder on earth.
The principles of sword cultivation are naturally the best.
But in the world, he is the most capable of fighting.
Maybe he will always be a Taoist.
The green mountains are pulling out, and the spring rain in the world is beginning to accumulate in the flat lake.
And this ambush in Qingshan has also come to an end.
