"You have good bones and talent. You really shouldn't learn Gu skills stupidly." Song Qian touched the child's body and murmured to himself.
"Master, my name is Zhu Wu. You have been touching for so long, but have you got any results?" The child looked at Song Qian innocently.
Song Qian nodded: "Of course there is, and it's not bad, so I have to teach you well."
So Song Qian first taught Zhu Wu how to hold the sword. The sword should not be held crookedly, nor should it be drooped at will. It should be straight and stable. This is the original intention of the sword. Before practicing the sword, you must first cultivate your righteousness.
"Then, draw the sword quickly, accurately and decisively." Song Qian demonstrated to him the most basic forward thrust of swordsmanship.
Song Qian left him a homework to complete one hundred sword strikes that met the requirements within today.
Chen Xueyun also provided some material help. He gave Zhu Wu the martial arts secrets he had copied before and told him to study hard. This is the martial arts of the powerful forces in the world.
After a few days of living together peacefully, Jing Yu and the other six felt a little slack.
…
A group of mysterious monsters wearing black cloaks stood on the cliff. Behind this group were two monsters with strange expressions. One looks happy, the other looks angry, and Jie Jie smiles strangely.
Then the two-headed demons, happy and angry, pointed forward, and the black cloaks jumped off the cliff one after another.
Jing Yu only felt that he was dazzled and saw creatures that should not appear in the tribe. Song Qian was the first to react and grasped the hilt of the sword tightly.
The flying sword was about to move and began to make a fierce buzzing sound.
The black cloak rushed towards the tribe with the roar of the wind. Song Qian immediately unsheathed his sword and slashed the enemy with it.
Jing Yu, on the other hand, raised his firecracker and found that spiritual bullets were useless against these black cloaks.
Song Qian whispered: "They are all fourth-level foundation builders, and your fire gun is of no use."
In the blink of an eye, most of the black cloaks were dead, all thanks to Huang and Song Qian.
The number of black cloaks dropped sharply, but their traveling speed also began to slow down.
At this time, one happy and one angry began to appear, and they appeared at the end of the team.
Just when the number of black cloaks returned to zero, one happy and one angry began to release the field, and the surrounding space turned into one yellow and one red, with yellow representing happiness and red representing anger. Everyone in Dingmingsi was trapped in this field and could not move.
When joy and anger are separated, their respective realms are at the peak of the sixth level, and the two of them are ejected like arrows from a string. Song Qian and Huang were angry, while Ningqu was angry. The happy half was like mucus and stuck directly to Song Qian and Huang's feet.
Huang transformed back to his original form, let out a roar, pulled out his feet from the mucus, and slapped Xi with a claw, but Xi dodged, passed through the mucus and came to the other side, avoiding Huang's claw attack. Song Qian used the split sword technique and attacked Xi with several flying swords, while Xi raised his mucus to block it.
On the other side, the congealed ice cones covered the entire field, and the angry flames continued to melt the ice cones that had sprung up like mushrooms after rain. Jing Yu and Qiao Xu helped Ningqu together, and Jing Yu's iron spears were as dense as raindrops.
Qiao Xu gathered the Xuanhuang Qi in front of him, and in one breath, he punched out, but was turned into nothingness by the blazing flames.
He snorted angrily and continued to increase the intensity of the fire without changing his expression. Ningqu pulled out the paper umbrella and waved it lightly, the cold wind biting her bones.
The two sides were in a stalemate. Seeing that they did not have the upper hand in the field, Xian Nu turned into smoke and merged into one. It turned into a huge black and blue object, with half a face on it, one full of joy and one half full of anger.
Song Qian used his giant sword technique and slashed horizontally with his sword, cutting off the mucus. Huang walked left and right like black lightning, huge steel claws slapping down. Xiu Nu raised an arm to block, then sprayed out flames mixed with mucus.
Ningqu made a secret with one hand, and the five layers of ice directly covered half of the field. Song Qian used the sword intention of Huayang Sword Technique to put the flying sword into its sheath, and collapsed his Qi. His Dantian seemed to be burning, and all the pure Qi surrounded the outside of the scabbard.
Joy and anger knocked Huang away, and he met Qiao Xu's punch. He was in pain for a moment, and then he also slapped Qiao Xu away. Chen Xueyun and Jing Yu threw out multiple thunder and lightning talismans, and the area within a ten-foot radius turned into a sea of thunder. Joy and anger seemed to be insulated, so he ignored the thunder and lightning and continued to attack.
Song Qian's eyes exuded a sharp light, the sword was only three inches out, and the pure energy suddenly burned out of thin air, which was the embodiment of Huayang's sword intent. The sword came out of the whole body, and a fiery red sword energy slashed forward. The left and right hands of Joy and Fury were put together in front of the chest to block the sword energy. But the sword energy did not stagnate. A crack appeared in Hui Nu's chest, and a petroleum-like liquid flowed from it.
Song Qian took off the flask and drank with his head. The bitterness of the medicinal wine gathered in his Dantian, bursting out with all its power. Song Qian's strength reached the peak of the seventh level.
Jing Yu took out countless iron swords and threw them to the ground, almost exhausting his spiritual power. Song Qian flicked the sword with both hands, and the iron swords on the ground began to vibrate. One, two... all the iron swords flew to his side.
"Wan Jian, return to the clan!" Song Qian shouted loudly.
All the iron swords began to hit the joy and anger like a raging tide. Song Qian held his flying sword with his backhand and inserted it into the ground. The iron swords also followed suit. Then Song Qian released his pure energy and formed a sword formation. Various sword lights flashed through, leaving eye-catching scars on the happy and angry body.
Finally, he raised his sword, took a step forward, and stabbed forward, piercing the body of Joy and Wrath. With a scream, the realm collapsed and everyone returned to the present world.
Jing Yu collapsed on the ground from exhaustion, his chest rising and falling violently. Song Qian's flying sword even had cracks and its luster was dim. Huang's old wounds were torn open again, and blood flowed out gurglingly.
The Demon Kingdom is missing two strong men.
Zhu Jie immediately arranged for people to use Gu magic to treat them. Several people were tied tightly with bandages and lay on the bed, unable to move.
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Within the Demon Kingdom.
There is a darkroom with a round table in the middle and two empty chairs.
"We are defeated in the battle of Joy and Fury. Da Lin is still guarded by strong men. We must be more careful." One of the demons said.
The seductive voice said: "Happiness and Fury are only at the sixth level, so of course they can defeat them. What if we send out the eighth and ninth level?"
"Have you forgotten him? The guy who had half of his body cut off can only survive now."
"Hmph! If it were me, then Dali should be cut off..."
Jing Yu slept for a day and night before waking up and found himself lying on the bed in the guest room, unable to move. Next to him was Ningqu, who was not seriously injured, looking at him worriedly, having stayed up all night.
"I'm fine, just a little dry mouth." Jing Yu smiled.
Ningqu said anxiously: "I'll get you some water."
"Thank you then." Jing Yu fell on the bed again and stared at the ceiling blankly.
He felt that his spiritual power was more refined, and now he seemed to be able to create more perfect iron tools, and he had vaguely unlocked other skills.
The woman summoned Ningqu, who was the least injured, and gave him a life-saving Gu, which was considered the biggest gain from the trip to southern Xinjiang. This life-saving Gu was to be handed over to Jing Yu. The life-saving Gu can disintegrate on its own when the host's life is in danger, use the golden cicada to escape from its shell, and help the host escape.
The next day, Dingmingsi set off back to the capital. (To be continued)
