In the past fifty years, three masters of swordsmanship have appeared in the world.
The new swordsman Deng Tai'a, carrying a peach blossom branch, tried to lose but was undefeated. He fought against Wang Xianzhi three times, and neither won nor lost, ranking third among the top masters.
The other one has never been seen before. He only knows that he is from Xishu. He was born as an unknown swordsmith. After making swords for thirty years, he realized the way of swordsmanship. He traveled alone in the world and collected famous swords from all over the world and put them into his sword box.
What is known to the world is that he fought with others and became famous all over the world. Although he lost and was left with a sword stuck in the city wall, he was still defeated because he lost to the old and strong Lord of Emperor Wu City, Wang Xianzhi.
Then there is the 'Tianzun' Murong Tonghuang, who can compete with Xuanyuan Dapan, the master of celestial phenomena, with one sword. The two sword strikes at Longhu Mountain were also spread, shocking Liyang.
Because the two swords are so powerful, one sword can split the sky, and the other can scatter the thunder clouds, so it has the reputation of "one sword shining in the sky". With one sword, the sky and the earth are frightened.
Now, Murong Tonghuang and Deng Tai'a are sitting together. If Jian Jiuhuang comes again, these three new kendo masters will be gathered together.
Murong Wuzhu's beautiful eyes moved as he looked at Tai'a Deng curiously, showing a hint of disappointment.
The other party looked too ordinary, not as elegant as the peach blossom sword god and the third best person in the world as he had imagined.
As for the sword boy who was more impressive than the master, he first saw the Murong siblings and was attracted by their grace. Then he looked at the table full of fine wine and delicacies and swallowed hard.
After being invited to the table again, the sword boy acted reserved at first, pretending to be polite while eating vegetables and drinking. He could not embarrass the master, let alone lose his etiquette in front of this fairy-like person.
But as he ate, he devoured it, especially the plate of boiled meat. His chopsticks flew out of his mouth, and he couldn't care less about anything else.
Deng Tai'a still had a smiling face. He ate and drank slowly and didn't talk much. After a while of pushing cups and changing cups, my face became a little drunker, and my words seemed to have a big tongue.
Yu Liancheng picked up the wine glass and said with a smile: "I have heard about the name Peach Blossom Sword God for a long time."
"When you see him today, do you feel that he has a false reputation? He is far less elegant and elegant than the old sword god Li Chungang." Deng Tai'a smiled slightly.
"Deng Tai'a is Deng Tai'a, and Li Chungang is Li Chungang. Everyone in the world wants to imitate Li Chungang, but there is only one Li Chungang. No matter how similar he is, he will only be the second Li Chungang at most."
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "Peach Blossom Sword God is the best swordsman in the world. If he doesn't have his own unique style, then I will be disappointed."
Deng Tai'a raised his glass and said, "Just because of these words, I should drink three large glasses of wine."
Murong Wuzhu secretly picked up the wine glass, but Yu Liancheng glanced at him and put it back.
She fell in love with the taste of wine after drinking it once in Guniu Jiangzhong. Unfortunately, her drinking capacity was average and gave Yu Liancheng a headache every time she drank.
"I have long heard that Deng Tai'a can kill people with a snap of his finger and fly a sword, taking lives thousands of miles away." Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "I have seen many amazing and talented swordsmen, but I have never seen flying swordsmanship. I don't know if I can do it today." Such a blessing."
"My sword is too lethal and not suitable for sword watching." Deng Tai'a shook his head.
"A sword is a killing weapon, and swordsmanship is also a method of killing. No matter how gorgeous words are used to cover it up, this is also true."
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "What's more, when a swordsman picks up a sword, he must be prepared to be killed with a sword. So... please take out the sword and let me see the legendary flying sword."
Deng Tai Aha laughed and said: "Yes, the sword is a means of killing people. If you wear a sword in the arena, you should be prepared to be killed. That would be rude."
Until now, he had a calm smile on his face, and his expression, movements, and even the skin under his clothes had not changed at all.
But there seemed to be an extra layer of chilling chill in the whole room, which made people shudder.
The sword boy who was immersed in eating and drinking raised his head, tugged on Tai'a Deng's sleeves, and said to his ear: "Master, please be merciful. If you kill someone and no one gives you food money, we might have to If you are forced to wash dishes here, you may even be thrown into prison to get it."
Deng Tai'a's smile faltered.
Yu Liancheng naturally heard it clearly and said with a smile: "I have paid the bill in advance. What's more, if I die, the thousands of taels of silver I have will be yours, so I won't have to worry about food and drink in the future."
"This... let's forget it." The sword boy hesitated.
"Oh, why?" Yu Liancheng smiled.
"You invite me and the master to dinner. I, Sanlu, are sons and daughters of the world, and we have clear grievances. Besides, taking people's lives for a small amount of money is not in line with chivalry."
The sword boy patted his chest, making a heroic appearance, and glanced at Murong Wuzhu with his peripheral vision. When he saw the other person covering his mouth and smiling softly, he became more and more bright and charming, and his heart suddenly felt like a deer.
"Be careful." Deng Tai'a shook his head, ignored the sword boy, and looked at Yulian City.
Yu Liancheng made a "please" gesture.
Phew! !
There was no warning, just two tiny sounds of wind.
The two silver chopsticks in front of Deng Tai'a suddenly shot out, like light and swords, and suddenly shot towards Yulian City.
The silver light pierced the air, as if it contained infinite changes in the sword's power, spurting out sharp energy, just like an immortal's flying sword.
In other words, this is the Immortal Flying Sword.
The martial arts in this world may not be outstanding, but first-level masters often have various complicated methods.
The "Flying Sword Technique" in front of me is unbelievable and almost magical in any world that Yuliancheng has experienced in the past.
"What a flying sword."
Yu Liancheng's eyes brightened slightly and he praised loudly.
As expected of a master of swordsmanship, he showed his extraordinary abilities as soon as he made a move.
At the same time, he raised his palm and flicked his fingers.
when! when!
Two rays of silver light were immediately flicked out by the fingers.
Deng Tai'a raised his finger, and the two silver lights flew back again.
Under its control, it kept spinning.
Every change is an extremely delicate sword move.
A series of moves, continuous sword light, pushing forward layers of killing moves, the momentum is like flowers falling from the sky, mercury pouring to the ground, it is amazing.
Yulian City's five fingers rotated like a lotus blooming here, and the shots were quick and urgent. Power spurted out continuously, colliding with the silver light.
For a time, the silver in the room shone brightly, and the sound of gold and iron clashing could be heard endlessly, like a melodious heavenly sound.
Murong Wuzhu's beautiful eyes widened and she looked nervously at the scene in front of her. She finally understood that the Peach Blossom Sword God was not in vain.
These are just two silver chopsticks, but when activated by Deng Tai'a, they are like two peerless flying swords. They change like dragons. The swords are so bright and sharp that no one can stare at them.
Yu Liancheng also performed well. His five fingers turned into an afterimage and continuously bounced the two flying swords away. No matter how much the two flying swords were activated, it was difficult to break through the iron-clad defense.
Suddenly, Yu Liancheng turned his palms into claws and reached out to grab them. The air flow roared and roared, as if it was rolling up in wild waves, and his right hand had already reached towards the silver light.
Then he held it casually, and the swirling silver light suddenly fell into his palm.
Even with Deng Tai'a's state of mind, some slight waves could not help but arise at this time.
He had tried his best to guess the other party's cultivation attainments, but the other party caught his "flying sword" with an understatement, which was still beyond his expectation.
Although Deng Tai'a was surprised, he was not panicked. Instead, he was delighted to see Hunter Xin.
He dominates the world, and is almost invincible except for the old monster Wang in Emperor Wu City. Now that he meets an unpredictable master, his blood is rare, and he stirs up the long-dormant fighting spirit in his heart.
"I wonder how my flying sword skills are?"
Deng Tai'a gently picked up the peach blossoms on the table with a calm posture. Although he was excited, he still had a gentle smile on his face.
No one can tell. Such an ordinary middle-aged uncle is the legendary Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a.
"It can be called an immortal swordsmanship. If my sword-wielding friends saw this scene, I'm afraid they would also want to ask for advice. Although they are far away, fortunately, I am quite familiar with their swordsmanship, so I Let me teach them the flying sword technique."
With a smile on his face, Yu Liancheng took out a silver chopstick in his hand. With a move of his wrist, the silver chopstick turned into a bolt of lightning and stabbed out suddenly.
In the blink of an eye, the sword had reached the tip of Deng Tai'a's eyebrows, as if time and space were nothing.
Cha Deng Tai'a felt that his entire body was enveloped by the sword energy, and a chill hit his face. The opponent's sword was incredibly fast.
This sword is pure and clean, just like the snow on the top of a mountain, without any dust or impurities, turning all changes into a pure word "quick".
Faintly, Deng Tai'a seemed to see a swordsman dressed in white and cold as a ghost, stabbing him with a sword. You can only feel the chill rising from your heart to your toes.
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Deng Tai'a's expression suddenly became serious, and he flicked the peach blossom branch in his hand. It seemed like the wind was light, but it was extremely subtle, and he resolved the sword silently.
But a peach blossom on a peach blossom branch seemed to be frightened by the sword energy, and suddenly fell down, still in the air, and turned into a puff of powder, fluttering.
"This is the swordsmanship of the second friend"
Yu Liancheng was not surprised. The silver chopsticks in his hands turned into glittering silver, but the whole room was like a fairyland, not like the human world.
A sword flew out diagonally, like a thunderbolt and a rainbow piercing the sun.
No one can describe the brilliance and brilliance of this sword, and no one can describe the speed of this sword. It is not just a sword, but the wrath of the God of Thunder and a strike of lightning.
If Ye Gucheng were here, he would definitely be able to recognize that Yu Liancheng's previous move used Ximen Chuixue's sword technique, and this sword was exactly his famous skill in the Central Plains - Tianwai Feixian.
It's just that no matter the previous sword or the current sword, the mystery of the sword technique has far exceeded the imagination of the creator, reaching another level of wonderful realm.
The expression in Tai'a Deng's eyes became more solemn, and the peach blossoms in his hands were gently swaying and making circles, as if they were just boring actions on weekdays. Waves of faint fragrance of peach blossoms spread out, making people feel relaxed and immersed in it. Extricate yourself.
The peach blossom branch was gently swayed, and the "Flying Immortal from Beyond the Sky" was resolved silently, worthy of the reputation of the Peach Blossom Sword God.
At the same time, another peach blossom floated down from the branch.
"Be careful, my third friend's swordsmanship is no small feat."
Yu Liancheng's expression condensed and he stabbed out his sword again.
The moment the sword was thrust out, a cold and ethereal will of death spread out, as if it could freeze everything.
The sword boy and Murong Wuzhu on the side suddenly felt unable to move, and even their thoughts seemed to have come to a standstill, with only an indescribable instinct of fear arising.
A ray of silver light was drawn out, and it seemed that there was only this ethereal silver light left in the world. It was carrying a murderous intention and slashed towards Deng Tai'a in an otherworldly manner.
Deng Tai'a's body trembled and he slowly handed out the peach blossom branch in his hand.
Peach blossom branches and sword light clashed.
Disintegrates at the first touch.
The sword light disappeared.
Murong Wuzhu and Jian Tong seemed to have woken up from a nightmare, dripping with cold sweat.
Silver chopsticks are still silver chopsticks.
A peach blossom branch is still a peach blossom branch.
There was a breeze blowing by outside the window, and with a "click", the peach blossom branch broke and fell from Deng Tai'a's palm. Before it fell to the ground, it had turned into fly ash.
"What terrible swordsmanship." Deng Tai'a's expression changed, and then he stared at Yu Liancheng with burning eyes: "The swordsmanship of the three of you is extraordinary and extraordinary. Now it is time to improve your own swordsmanship." ”
Yu Liancheng nodded, his eyes revealing sharpness: "But I also want to see your real flying sword skills."
"Okay, but you must be careful. I, Deng Tai'a, only practice swordsmanship to kill people. Once the sword is drawn, it is very difficult to keep it."
While talking, Deng Tai'a had taken out a pineapple wooden box from the bookcase. With a flick of his finger, twelve small swords of different lengths, but all exquisite and beautiful, were revealed. The swords were of different colors.
Murong Wuzhu bit her cherry lips with her white teeth, and grasped the hem of her clothes with her long fingers, her knuckles almost turning white. Deng Tai'a's reputation was too loud. After seeing the opponent's swordsmanship, she had to worry about her brother.
The sword boy closest to Deng Tai'a raised his head, feeling proud and full of energy.
Yu Liancheng's expression became more and more solemn. How many people in the world were lucky enough to witness the Peach Blossom Sword God who claimed to be the most murderous in the world using his sword?
Deng Tai'a smiled slightly, stretched out an index finger, flicked the hilt of the first red sword in his left hand, and said calmly: "Xuanjia!"
The small sword flew up with a whoosh and stood in the air.
Deng Tai'a stretched out his middle finger again and tapped the two fingers together.
"Green plum, bamboo horse."
There are two more swords standing in the air, dancing lively, side by side with the "Xuanjia".
This is just a discussion, three swords are enough.
Deng Tai'a looked hesitant, looked at Yu Liancheng, then at the empty table where the peach blossom branches had been placed, and finally stretched out three fingers.
"Spring water, morning dew, peach blossoms."
The small sword box was half empty, and six small swords were arranged in the air, emitting a cold sword light.
"Be careful."
Mrs. Deng pointed his finger at Yu Liancheng, and six small swords suddenly flew out in unison.
Although the sword is small, the sword energy that kills fiercely and withers everything has enveloped the entire room.
Yu Liancheng, who was facing the six flying swords, felt his heart skip a beat, and he felt a soul-stirring chill, as if it had been pierced through key parts such as his chest, throat, and eyebrows.
Yu Liancheng's eyes narrowed, and he raised the silver chopsticks in his hand. The silver chopsticks changed extremely in his hands, revealing his sharp energy, cutting the air with a hissing sound, forming an airtight defense, which was all mysterious. None of the sword moves were inferior to those of the Flying Immortal from Heaven.
Murong Wuzhu and Jian Tong were dazzled by the sight. They felt that the silver light was all over the sky, and it was extremely beautiful.
Although the sword fight between the two men revealed murderous intent, there was no atmosphere of fireworks. It was more like a gorgeous sword dance than a sword fight.
Suddenly, Yu Liancheng flicked his wrist, and the silver chopsticks forced all six flying swords away.
"Deng Taohua, this is my most powerful swordsmanship, called "Qingcheng", please appreciate it."
After the words fell, the sword's strength suddenly changed, and the whole person revealed a dignified and calm attitude that was completely inconsistent with the previous ethereal and agile movements.
That ray of silver light seemed to have turned into an ancient mountain that was overwhelming in all directions. It had a wild atmosphere and was extremely steep. It stretched between the heaven and the earth, like a pillar spine supporting the heaven and the earth.
With the movement of Yulian City's sword, the majestic power of mountains and mountains immediately overwhelmed him.
All the powers in the world appear as insignificant as ants in front of this sword.
The sword energy is like a boundless torrent flowing down from the nine heavens, the waves are surging and overwhelming.
Deng Tai'a frowned, and as his mind turned, six flying swords pierced from different corners, each sword pointing directly at the turning point of the "Qingcheng" change.
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!
However, the power of this sword was beyond Deng Tai'a's imagination. When the five flying swords came into contact with the silver light, they were immediately knocked away, flying around uncontrollably and stuck on the wall of the room. , cracks spread on the wall.
The previous five swords had no effect. Deng Tai'a faced the oncoming Qingcheng sword, but he did not panic at all. A raised finger and a thought. At this thousandth of a second, the last small sword named "Peach Blossom" was facing the "Alluring Sword".
Ding!
The silver light and peach blossoms clashed together, but they didn't collapse immediately.
It turns out that the previous five swords had weakened the power of "Alluring City", and "Peach Blossom" condensed most of Deng Tai'a's energy and energy, which was not comparable to the previous five swords.
Boom! !
After being stagnant for a moment, the place where the two swords collided suddenly set off layers of air waves, spreading in all directions. There was a loud bang in the whole room, tables, chairs and benches suddenly fell apart, cups and bowls flew out like a whirlwind, and then shattered in mid-air.
Murong Wuzhu and the sword boy retreated continuously. Fortunately, they were protected by the people beside them, otherwise they might have been cut into countless tiny pieces of flesh by the broken sword energy.
Before Yu Liancheng and Deng Tai'a could decide the winner, there was a sound of stomping and staring footsteps on the stairs, accompanied by the voice of the waiter: "Guest sir, what are you...what's going on?"
The last four words meant that the waiter had arrived in the room and saw a messy scene. He was stunned, even if he tried hard, he couldn't figure out how these guests could make such a big noise.
Deng Tai'a and Yu Liancheng looked at each other and withdrew their swords.
If they really want to decide the winner, not to mention this room, even the inn is not enough for them to demolish.
"Go back!"
Deng Tai'a recited a word, and the six small swords returned to the sword box to measure the Lyon ruler, and slowly fell down. Then he covered the yellow pear box and pointed his finger at Yulian City.
"If you don't care about me, ask him to make amends."
Yu Liancheng: "..."
Sure enough, he is worthy of being a veteran, and he is really familiar with this finger.
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