Chu City, under the altar, Qin Honglian followed her to the altar and did not go up, but waited below.
On the first platform of the altar, a man wearing ancient costumes and Shao Siming's makeup was waiting there.
In mythology, Shao Siming is a woman, but in opera, it is popular for men to play the female role.
At this moment, whether it is makeup or figure, if it is not through mental induction, it is impossible to tell that the young Siming in front of him is a male. He can only feel that he is more like a woman than a woman.
"Autumn orchids come to Yuwu, Luo Sheng comes to the hall..."
"The green leaves are blooming, and the fragrance is blooming..."
"My wife has a beautiful son, so why is Su so sad..."
...
As Zhao Cheng and Shao Siming faced each other, the ancient gods above also sang in a dramatic tone. The voices with wonderful rhythm seemed to come from ancient time and space. They were sacred and majestic, and seemed to be narrating. The greatness of the gods.
At the same time, a sword slipped out of Shao Siming's sleeve. The other party smiled and asked, "Can I drink the divine wine?"
As he spoke, his sword moved slightly, and directly dragged the ancient wine plum held high by the divine attendant on the side to the tip of the sword. It had an incredible stability, as if no matter what happened, it would not fall from the tip of the sword. Up and down.
He seemed to be toasting Zhao Cheng.
But this wine was not that delicious, because the other party did not salute with his hands, but with a sword, and had to deliver the wine to Zhao Cheng's mouth himself.
And what a sharp thing a sword is?
Allowing such a thing to be placed under one's neck, putting life and death in the hands of others, even if one knows that the other person will not kill him, but how can a truly strong person give life and death to others? !
There are only two types of people who dare to agree. One is betting that the other party will not kill them, while the second type is absolutely confident that the other party cannot hurt them.
Which one would Zhao Cheng be? !
At this moment, many people who understand the connotation can't help but have such doubts.
There are also many people whose hearts can't help but slow down a beat after understanding the connotation.
The practice of toasting with a sword has existed since ancient times. The most famous one was King Qi Lie. When being toasted by King Chu Yang, he directly
A sword cut off the tongue, and the story has been passed down through the ages.
Even though he knew that the Divine Ancient Sword Sect should not be able to do this, thinking about the ancient allusions still makes people tremble.
"Why not?!"
However, Zhao Cheng's expression was calm and peaceful, without the slightest feeling of drawing out his sword and spreading his hips. It seemed that Shao Siming, the top swordsman of the generation in front of him, was just a boy toasting.
Such magnanimity and aura are so heartwarming!
However, no matter how powerful your aura is, if you don’t have real ability, it will be in vain in the end.
"good!"
Shao Siming smiled and sang, still singing in the same tune.
At this time, the Mi Mi Shen Ci came to its final paragraph.
"The long sword of admonishment is here to support young AI, and Su Duyi is here to uphold justice for the people..."
Along with the divine words, Shao Siming also sang. There was no trace of the man's drama in his singing. It seemed that at this moment, he really transformed into the mythical Shao Siming.
At the same time, his sword also turned into a stream of light, carrying the wine trough, and sent it straight towards Zhao Cheng's head. It didn't seem like a toast at all, but with murderous intent. Such a sword, such power and power, Even if it is a saint, if he catches it with his head, his head will be chopped off directly.
But Zhao Cheng's expression did not change at all. Just as the sword light flashed, Zhao Cheng suddenly exhaled, and a roar of lions and dragons roared around him. The powerful momentum overwhelmed the eight wastes, and it seemed that the world was repeating itself at this moment. come over.
Immediately afterwards, there was a ray of white light that spit out directly from Zhao Cheng's mouth and collided with the tip of Shao Siming's sword.
Exhale and become a sword!
Many people couldn't help but feel shocked when they saw the white light. This is a true saint's method. It requires the spirit to be tempered and condensed to the extreme before it can adhere to the air flow of nothingness and form a powerful interference force.
The tip of Shao Siming's sword was blocked by the white light, and suddenly it no longer had the same aura of shattering the sky and the earth. At this time, Zhao Cheng also took a sudden breath.
Angry, all the wine in the wine glass fell into Zhao Cheng's mouth like a dragon sucking water.
“The drinks are good!”
Zhao Cheng responded.
Seeing this, Shao Siming also sheathed his sword. The wine glass was empty. It would be a joke for him to insist on toasting.
"Exhale your breath and turn it into a sword, this is too powerful!"
"At such an age, his spiritual power can be so strong that he has not yet forged the sword and the holy soul. If he can forge the creative heart and realize the holy soul, how strong will he be?!"
Many people who are paying attention to this battle, those who are knowledgeable, can't help but feel frightened at this moment.
At the same time, there are also many young people watching the live broadcast, who are dazzled and fascinated at this moment.
Traveling to China with beauties, exhaling breath into swords, talking, laughing and drinking!
This is just like the stories in those legendary biographies.
"Although he is only half a saint, he is even more extraordinary than a true saint!"
Some strong men of the older generation sighed.
Although I don’t want to admit it, I still have to admit that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead.
Under the altar, Qin Honglian also saw everything, and felt that it was both unexpected and reasonable.
Exhaling breath to become a sword was indeed the exclusive domain of saints, but some people were born to break common sense.
"please!"
Just when everyone's thoughts were racing, Shao Siming had already stepped aside on the altar.
On the steps further up, there are more than a dozen ancient gods standing. Among these people, those with the lowest sword skills are all swordsmen, and there are also many top swordsmen. This is a heritage.
Such a battle seems a bit excessive, but Zhao Cheng knows that this is the respect of the Divine Ancient Sword Sect for him, because the other party does not regard him as a swordsman, but as a saint. By!
It seems like it's too much, but it's actually just right.
"The bathing orchid bath is full of fragrance, and the colorful clothes are like a beautiful girl..." This is Yun Zhongjun.
"If you can't do it, the barbarians will stay. Who will stay in Zhongzhou..." This is the king of Xiang.
"The emperor descended to the northern states, his eyes were noisy and he was worried..." This is Mrs. Xiang.
...
When Zhao Cheng climbed the steps, the once neat lyrics turned into a mixed chorus.
But it is not messy at all, but more majestic, seeming to depict a complete age of gods.
At the same time, gods and swords also came towards Zhao Cheng.
Zhao Changcheng's sword was unsheathed. It seemed that only at this moment, with the long sword in his hand, did he finally show his youthful spirit.
One sword! One sword! Another sword!
Amidst the numerous sword shadows, Zhao Cheng struck out his sword wantonly, and each sword strike was so freehand and natural.
With one sword Yunzhong Jun retreats, with one sword Xiangjun is defeated, with one sword Xiang Lady falls...
In a wine fight, only the sword can suppress the gods!
At this moment, everyone stared with wide eyes, looking at the young man walking with the sword, and it seemed that the sword had awakened the lofty passion of youth that had been sleeping in their hearts.
Everyone knows that Zhao Cheng, a name that has already been famous all over the world, will definitely reach another level after today.
Through the ages, and counting the past, there are names that have been passed down through the ages, but there is no one who can compare with the young man in front of me. Will there be a future?
Probably not!
