"There is no sword in the world, and it will be buried in the grave of the heart."
This sentence did not use the sound transmission of vitality, nor did it incorporate the fluctuations of spiritual thoughts. It was just the normal speed of sound propagation, far less than the speed of any attack on the field. Naturally, no one had time to hear it. They could only be surprised by Zhao Qing's weird response.
Way.
Then, circles of invisible ripples centered on her and continued to spread to the surroundings. There seemed to be a void and annihilation inside. The arrow that was first touched immediately dimmed its divine light, lost its sharpness, and faintly precipitated.
Something extremely important fell into another invisible deep world.
There is almost no time sequence. The ethereal Spring Rain Sword Intention, the group of Suzaku Needles rotating at high speed, and the two master-level natal flying swords in latent state all seem to have separated their shadows and are pulled by some mysterious force.
Hidden in a realm that quietly unfolds in the void.
If you can let your spiritual thoughts penetrate through the layers of barriers and glimpse a corner of this mysterious realm, you will suddenly find that as the illusory shadows are absorbed into the vast expanse, covered with sand and gravel, it seems that there is nothing.
In the waterless wasteland, tough grasses of different colors began to grow.
The slender and sharp blades of these grasses naturally take on the shape of swords. The shiny lines on the surface are completely like the texture of metal, lingering with the rich golden evil spirit. The sun, moon and stars condensed by the countless sword rays are scattered all over.
The sword light that fills the sky has become the source of maintaining their vitality and providing energy and nutrients.
Whenever the sword wind blows and sword rain falls, the trembling grass blades sparkle, and there is also a crisp and sweet metal clashing sound, which converges into a heart-stirring battle song of swords and wind. They are nourished by the heavy wind and rain.
Under it, it grows rapidly, matures, blooms, and produces "sword seeds" that are sown in all directions.
As the seasons turn and the years pass by, the "sword grass" growth area that could not even be called a small patch of lawn at first soon covers one hillside after another and is covered with one sand dune after another, growing exponentially.
It expanded at a crazy speed until it spread throughout the entire wasteland, the entire continent, the entire stars, and the stars in the sky.
In this vast sword tomb built with sword heart, sword intention, sword light and sword energy, in a strange world between reality and reality, time seems to have lost its meaning. With Zhao Qing's gently falling finger,
But in an instant, the wasteland has turned into a sword plain, and the sea of ​​stars has turned into a sea of ​​swords!
With the "reincarnation" and "reproduction" again and again, the foreign spiritual imprints contained in the first batch of "sword grass" and their past memories of "past lives" are gradually covered up like the real reincarnation of souls.
, disappear, become blurred, until completely forgotten.
There is only one ray of extremely pure sword intention that remains forever, running through every life of each sword grass. All the memories and cognitions of all new "individuals" become their innate instincts and their eternal aura.
, passed down from generation to generation, accumulating merit and deeds, constantly transforming and evolving towards higher levels.
Facing a group of grandmasters who he had expected, not fully prepared, and had different ideas, in Zhao Qing's eyes, it was actually just a routine warm-up. If there were only six or seven, it wouldn't take long.
Can be solved.
But in such an ordinary battle situation, when she was thinking about how to kill the enemy, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and her understanding of the way of the sword suddenly reached a new level!
I have been constantly innovating on a series of sword scriptures that I have recently studied, combined with the structural concept of the Nibelungen-Pure Land Dharma Realm, the "Taixu Sword Domain" in the art of soul-changing and seizing the sword, and some information and insights about the "Sword Tomb"
While waiting, Zhao Qing was suddenly inspired to experimentally create a so-called "Reincarnation Sword World".
This world, relying on her own soul ocean and vast spiritual thoughts and the external "Selfless and Formless Qianyuan Sword Pill Formation", will either spontaneously breed or absorb the sword intention, sword heart, and sword from outside.
Souls, sword souls, etc. are all regarded as real souls that can be reincarnated.
Let them practice the cause and condition, go through all the tribulations, explore the past, never abide in the Dharma, bury them in the heart, and evolve into a sword tomb.
The "sword" here is not limited to a fixed weapon like a sword, but generally refers to all cold weapons with killing aura, and even the sharp golden aura that naturally exists in heaven and earth, with the meaning of killing.
The sharp edges of yin and yang can be included in the category of "sword" and can be used by Zhao Qing.
Once the "Sword Tomb" is opened, any attribute of the "Sword Intention" that passes by her can be absorbed and refined into it, making most related attacks no longer a threat, and their origins can be traced.
Kill the opponent with the swords of the mind such as "Chaos" and "Five Yun Buried Heart".
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The real world outside has been completely separated from the inner charm. There are many powerful offensives heading towards Zhao Qing. In addition to "Tianlu", a super-high temperature flame rain with no artistic conception at all, including many six realms.
All of them, including the Suzaku Needle controlled by spiritual thoughts, were immediately significantly weakened.
They were suddenly transformed into tangible but unintentional "empty shells". Not only were they unable to continue to lock in the changes in Zhao Qing's Qi, they were unable to exert their due killing effect. They were even "unable to protect themselves" and fell to the point of collapse and disintegration in an instant.
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Because of the artistic conception of the moves as a supporting skeleton, the law of vitality that it carried suddenly disappeared, leaving only the skin and flesh condensed by the vitality of heaven and earth and the true essence, which suddenly collapsed. Without the powerful restraint of divine will, the highly compressed true essence surged violently.
They moved, exploded and exploded in the middle.
Accompanied by large turbulent flows of vitality and fine metal dust, the two natal flying swords were flipping up and down almost out of control, swaying, and the fine gold arrows, which were too close after all, were shaken by several waves of thousands of degrees of darkness.
The rain of green flames still hit her body one after another without dodge.
It's a pity that outside Zhao Qing's robe, three inches away from the body, thousands of small swords as tiny as needles have already been condensed. The tips of the swords are connected with billions of even more slender white sword wires, with mysterious
The trajectory circled and circled at high speed, forming a seemingly weak but actually invulnerable sword curtain.
This is naturally the sword body defense she forged with the "Heavenly Weapons Form Refining and Qi Entrainment Method" after refining thousands of strands of golden energy all over her body. After slightly incorporating some of the essence of the "Heavenly Heavy Golden Body", she made
As his realm increases, he can now take most low-level sword attacks from the seventh realm without any damage.
"Dang!" After a long sound of gold and iron clashing, the fine gold arrow that was originally injected with half of the true essence of a seventh-level middle-grade master only made Zhao Qing's skin slightly dented, leaving behind
A tiny red dot, without even bleeding, it was back to normal.
As for the green flame rain that was hot enough to melt gold and iron, Zhao Qing couldn't even feel the slightest heat. It was neutralized by the cold sword intent surrounding him, and was annihilated into wisps of green.
The smoke is scattered and splashing in all directions, but it has a somewhat splendid meaning of "fireworks".
Seeing this, Qingluan, transformed from thousands of sword pills, also fanned out several gusts of sword wind, blowing the remaining flames at the edge into the high air to avoid causing accidental damage to the people on the ground.
"This is...the legendary sword tomb?"
It was probably due to the short-lived resonance connection when the arrow was stripped of its divine will and fell into the vast sword field. The Chu archer just now was shocked in his heart, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't help but reveal a look of difficulty on his face.
With a look of belief, he cried out.
Without being aware of it at all, in the memory deep in his mind, when he was young, under the urging of his master, he patiently stared at hanging lice, practiced his skills of seeing as small as possible, drew his bow and arrows again and again, and shot down flying geese.
Work hard, guide the true energy to infuse the bow body, and change the speed of the arrow in detail;
When I was young, I participated in the spring hunt, competing with many practitioners of my generation. The tension and excitement of being ahead every step. When I killed an enemy with an arrow for the first time, I felt the vibration of the bow string when the arrow pierced the opponent's head, and I felt disappointed;
Even when he was successful in cultivation in middle age and advanced to the Seventh Realm to Move Mountains, he used his various insights and experiences when he created original archery skills such as "Sticking the Golden Crow" and "Shocking the Crescent Moon" to lock the target with his divine will and pierce the clouds and the sky with one arrow.
, the amazing achievement of chasing down the enemy's master from a distance of more than ten miles and nailing it to the cliff;
It all began to blur a little bit, like a sand castle gradually collapsing under the impact of the tide.
It was as if these precious memories that originally belonged to him were being forcibly extracted from his soul by some unknowable and irresistible mysterious force, and were instead sealed away in another unfamiliar world that was far away.
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It also seemed that he had never really mastered the advanced archery skills, let alone shot that stunning arrow. The terrifying offensive that seemed to be able to penetrate the void and make the world eclipse was just an illusion in his imagination.
This extremely weird experience made this Chu archer's mind involuntarily fall into a trance.
So much so that he didn't notice that a slender piece of light blue sword grass had penetrated from the center of his eyebrows at some point, and quickly took root in his sea of ​​consciousness, growing out pieces of unrivaled sharp blades.
blades of grass.
"Pfft——" There was a soft sound, and a thin line of blood spurted out from the Chu archer's seven orifices at the same time. His body trembled suddenly, the look in his eyes dimmed quickly, and he fell to the sky.
It fell from a high place and splashed dust all over the ground.
At the same time, the farmer on the tower, who originally looked miserable, also had a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.
He stretched out his hand tightly and then loosened it, repeating this process several times. The continuous sword intention that was originally flowing endlessly in his body, as if it was one with heaven and earth, actually became intermittent and difficult.
"Chaos?"
As a member of the four great masters of the older generation of the Chu region, the "Bleak Wind, Kuyu, and Ivy Chaos", Taoist Kuyu already possessed the upper-level cultivation of the Seventh Realm more than 20 years ago. In terms of pure merit, he is actually better than Qing Shijian.
The division was much stronger, so it reluctantly resisted for a longer period of time before being affected by the "Sword Tomb" area.
But even so, he also felt that the Spring Rain Sword Intent that he had cultivated for many years was passing away at an extremely fast speed. All kinds of past training experiences and battle memories became blurred, and even the speed of thinking and reaction was greatly reduced.
A bit senile and slow.
Following this mysterious resonance of the sword, an illusory "sword grass" that seemed to have been specially selected and cultivated to specifically restrain himself has quietly taken root in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness.
It grows and spreads at an alarming rate, and it will completely invade his sword heart and divine will that he has cultivated for many years.
"Not good!" His heart suddenly shuddered. Taoist Kuyu made a prompt decision and took the initiative to kill off his memory fragments about Chunyu Sword Intent like a strong man breaking his wrist. The true energy in his body surged violently. At the same time, he retreated violently and spat out a blood arrow from his mouth.
, his face instantly turned pale.
His originally slightly rickety figure now looked as if he had aged dozens of years, almost on the verge of death.
To be continued...