Jiangnan Tomb of Heroes
Perhaps because there were too many people fighting against him during this period, Yun Musheng accumulated too much scattered internal energy with the combined martial arts technique, and it took him two days in a row to absorb all the internal energy. During this period, Hua Wuming came to send some The meals were only delivered to a place ten meters down the hillside each time, and then Hua Xiaoqi brought them up.
After all, Ximen Liuxing's sword energy pressure was too strong. For a person like Hua Wuming who had never practiced martial arts, it was very difficult to even breathe.
Yun Musheng continued to try to connect her inner force with the sword. This time, her inner force once again formed sword energy along the edge of the sword. It seemed that the reason why she felt strange that day was that Yun Musheng's body was in pieces. There are too many internal forces, resulting in mutual exclusion of different attributes.
But how this sword soul was formed still puzzled Yun Musheng.
"Hey, can you say something?" Yun Musheng, who was racking her brains for thought, even couldn't help but speak to the sword in her hand, while Hua Xiaoqi giggled as she watched.
"Hey, weirdo, why are you laughing? Why don't you help me think about how to find the soul of this sword?" Hua Xiaoqi thought about it carefully. Although she didn't practice swordsmanship, she had been with her mother when she was young. When I was practicing Ming Jing Fei Hua Liu, I once wanted to give up because I couldn't get the point.
But after Hua Feiyan died, Hua Xiaoqi, who desperately wanted to practice the martial arts taught by her mother, suddenly felt a trace of spirituality in the paper puppets one day, which was connected to her own thoughts.
From then on, Hua Xiaoqi's Ming Jing Fei Hua Flow improved rapidly. From the beginning where a paper blade was difficult to control, to the subsequent Ten Thousand Leaves Fei Hua, a paper man in one body, his performance was miraculous.
"I remember my mother said that the difficulty in martial arts in the world lies in the word "concentration". Only by being single-minded and reaching the ultimate level of concentration can you become one with the weapon in your hand. Therefore, most masters often use only one thought to make moves. Time, and...who do you think is the weird one! Who are you talking about?"
After listening to Hua Xiaoqi's words, Yun Musheng couldn't help but think of her battle with Yun Feng when she was in Huayun.
At that time, Yunfeng's Feng Liuyun was attacking him like a beast, but because he was determined not to lose, he didn't even think about giving in, and he wanted to use stronger moves to resist.
It was at that time that Yun Musheng resonated with the sword in his hand for the first time. In addition, Yun Feng and himself at that time also practiced Kuai Xue Sword Technique, which made the combined energy in the body more skillful in capturing a large number of swords. It was Kuai Xue's internal strength that allowed Yun Musheng to use the shocking Kuai Xue Shi Qing.
After that, Yun Musheng failed to successfully use that move again. For several days, he thought that his internal strength was not deep enough to drive this stunt. Now that he thought about it, it was actually because he did not resonate with the sword.
Thinking of this, Yun Musheng was enlightened in her mind. After thanking Hua Xiaoqi from the bottom of her heart, she closed her eyes and concentrated, drew out her sword, and let her inner energy flow to the sword body and back into her body, and used it repeatedly. Execute the 1 to 8 postures of Kuai Xue Sword. When waving the sword, concentrate on feeling the sword in your hand.
The sword energy cut off a piece of peach blossom and fell on Hua Xiaoqi's shoulder. Hua Xiaoqi sat on the grass nearby, holding her face in her hands and looking at Yun Musheng's foolish appearance, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.
In a blink of an eye, the sun sets again, the moon rises above the branches, and the moonlight shines on the young man dancing the sword in front of the Peach Blossom Pavilion and begins to bend. The sword energy is still swaying continuously. The sword is in the hand but the sword energy is endless. The sword is separated from the body but the mind is connected. .
Hua Xiaoqi didn't feel bored at all as she watched. On the contrary, the more she watched, the more interesting she found it. This young man who couldn't even hold a sword steadily a few days ago might not have truly understood the first level of swordsmanship - the human sword. Oneness.
While she was enjoying watching Yun Musheng's sword practice, she suddenly smelled a tiny trace of murderous aura in the air. The feeling was so subtle and soft that even a martial artist could hardly detect it. It was precisely because of the small and solid murderous aura. And it seems even more terrifying.
The weak murderous aura gradually approached, Hua Xiaoqi suddenly lit up the bronze mirror, and several paper blades flew up. Almost at the same time, the paper blades that had just taken off were shot down instantly.
Hua Xiaoqi picked up a piece of paper blade that had just been shot down and looked at it carefully. She saw that there was a silver needle as small as a feather inserted in the middle of the paper blade. It was difficult to find it without careful observation.
No wonder the murderous aura just now was hard to detect. It also showed the accuracy of the needle manipulation. Even Hua Xiaoqi, who was able to control the paper with miraculous skills, praised it.
Yun Musheng on the side didn't seem to notice it, still immersed in the resonance of being one with the sword. This was the critical moment for his swordsmanship to reach a higher level. Hua Xiaoqi didn't want Yun Musheng to be disturbed. , then sighed and said: "Hey, sister, please help you one more time."
As he spoke, paper blades came out from under his clothes, lingering around Hua Xiaoqi like the petals of peach blossoms flying beside the pavilion.
Those tiny flying needles also kept coming. Although there were many, they were still so small that it was difficult to detect them. And in this dark night, to others, they looked like just a paper juggling girl waving pieces of paper. I can't see the tiny, deadly existence.
This subtle and turbulent battle against objects lasted for a long time. The number of silver needles increased instead of decreasing, and Hua Xiaoqi began to find it difficult to resist.
Although the martial arts of this type of weapon control are different, the reason is that the more objects there are, the harder it is to master the precision. But what confuses Hua Xiaoqi is that there are so many silver needles that even her own paper blade can't catch them. He resisted, but his precision was still sharp, and the needles pierced his vital points.
Being able to control the art of controlling objects to such precision reminded her of a person that her mother, Hua Feiyan, once mentioned. It was said that this person's ability to control objects was unparalleled in the world. In terms of strength, he could move mountains and seas. Without frowning, in terms of precision, he can pass thousands of needles through gaps without leaving a mark. This person is the original founder of Yanyu Tower, and is also the master of the current owner Ye Qianqiu.
At this time, the needle-wielding person hidden in the night made Hua Xiaoqi feel such oppression for the first time in Jiangnan since her mother's death. A familiar despair slowly surged into my heart. My mother also died in the hands of a master Ichigomono back then. Will I have to experience the same ending now?
Just when she began to feel a little scared, a bunch of random needles suddenly struck her and completely knocked down the paper blades around her body. At this time, Hua Xiaoqi was no longer blocked by the paper blades, as if she was an unarmed person, even though there was still some blood in her clothes. The paper puppet protects the body, but the tiny silver needle can penetrate every hole, and the paper puppet full of loopholes is useless to these flying needles.
Hua Xiaoqi no longer had the strength to resist, but the flying needles came pouring down like a gust of wind and a steady drizzle. She closed her eyes, and a teardrop fell from the corner of her eye. No one knew whether it was mixed with regret or unwillingness. Just a paper flower is about to be swallowed up in this silent night.
"Feng Liuyun!"
Suddenly, a gust of wind came from behind Hua Xiaoqi. The wind was mixed with the wind blade formed by the sword energy, and the wind blade was mixed with anger and whirled away like a sharp knife. The noisy sound of cutting the air flow would go calmly. The dead Hua Xiaoqi was shocked.
But Hua Xiaoqi could feel that although the wind blade was extremely sharp and could even cut off her neck in an instant, the sword energy that actually blew on her back was as gentle as a dragonfly touching water or green hair blowing across her face.
Countless wind blades formed a hurricane and blew forward. The silver needles of the tree roots hit sparks in the air and were blown away. The night seemed to be torn open with a crack, and a tall woman was seen slowly walking out of the crack.
