As a minister of the Qin Dynasty, if he really wins the battle against Emperor Yuanwu, it will undoubtedly be a sign of ignorance, a taboo, and a sign of disrespect. He will most likely be liquidated in the future, and may even lead to death.
But if you lose on purpose and violate the dignity and pride of the swordsman, the sword spirit in your heart will be damaged.
Moreover, with the huge cultivation advantage of Yuanwu who has entered the eighth realm of Qitian, his eyesight, perception, physical fitness, and the quality of his true essence are all obviously better, and there are countless profound scriptures and scriptures behind him, although his swordsmanship level cannot match that of the past.
Wang Jingmeng, but he will never be inferior to any great master in the world today.
Under the same situation of being suppressed to the peak of the Sixth Realm, facing such a being, the characteristics that naturally refine the body when breaking into the Eighth Realm, making it pure and flawless, and turning it into the key of heaven and earth, appear for no reason.
It has many advantages. The same sword movement uses less energy but is more powerful.
Not to mention, because there have been no cultivators of the Eighth Realm in the world for too many years, no one is very clear about the specific abilities of the Qitian Realm. When their realm and knowledge are at a disadvantage, they may not be able to judge at all.
, whether Yuan Wu really suppressed his own cultivation.
It's like an examination room, with experienced invigilators patrolling everywhere. Most of the candidates' little tricks are undetectable. Only Yuan Wu has mastered a higher level of "cheating skills". Whether he uses them or not is up to him.
It was a thought, and even if it was used, no one could conclusively point out that it was wrong.
In the final analysis, the so-called "suppressing cultivation" sword fighting, this kind of yoke voluntarily put on, emphasizes the word "integrity". Without supervision from the outside, it obviously can only rely on personal consciousness and character.
But Emperor Yuanwu, a man who deceived his friends and betrayed his friends, how could people easily believe that he would uphold justice?
Ye Ce Leng thought secretly in his heart, but he also knew that it was difficult to find a correct answer to this question. If Yuanwu really ended up in person, he would have to step on the shoulders of all participating Qin swordsmen to show his invincible style and try to improve his
His power and reputation can only be controlled by no one.
"That's all, it's useless to think about these things."
She couldn't help but shook her head and replied softly: "If I really meet Yuan Wu when I am out on business, you just need to act normally and act cautiously. Victory or defeat is insignificant. There is no need to lose because of a fight."
What kind of injuries are there?"
"Are you performing normally?" Zhao Qing nodded and said with a smile: "Then it's settled. I will keep my strength at a fixed level, fluctuating slightly, in order to hide my identity and not expose my secrets first... Use
Come in exchange for a few days of opportunity to learn about the famous swords in the library."
"Let nature take its course, and use softness to overcome hardness. The nature of being separated from water, even if it encounters obstacles, it will eventually converge and return to the sea, even if it turns thousands of times."
Ye Ce Leng finally replied: "'Tian Yi Zhen Shui' is unpredictable and has no fixed shape. Based on this method, there should be no risk of being seen through various sword techniques."
After saying this, the female chief of the Heavenly Supervisory Department of Great Qin jumped sideways out of the window lattice of the quiet room, and many air waves like water patterns naturally appeared around her body, impacting each other.
In an instant, countless water droplets formed and diffused into the spiritual mist, taking away the light and blending the whole person into the dark shadow.
Only a faint and ethereal sword spirit was left, lingering in the room, as if it was telling unfinished words, or as if the night wind was blowing gently, leaving no trace.
Zhao Qing stood quietly for a moment. After Ye Ce Leng's breath had completely gone away, he turned around, waved his sleeves to open the door, and walked outside to the direction of Bijianping. At this moment, the distance was long.
The Lingjian Society has officially begun, and it will take about a cup of tea.
"A practitioner like Yuan Wu who can reach the Eighth Realm will never be able to reach the eighth level just because of luck or outstanding aptitude. Mind, city, and opportunity are all indispensable... Ye Ce Leng guessed that his end was to suppress young heroes and win people's hearts.
, but he somewhat looked down upon the emperor of Great Qin."
"You know, Yuanwu saw the whole rise of Wang Jingmeng in the past. He experienced that period personally, and his understanding of those people at the time is still better than that of Ye Ce Leng. His current behavior plan
, it is also necessary to gradually imitate and surpass Wang Jingmeng’s image on multiple levels.”
"Whether it was the Lushan Alliance's original plan to defeat four peak grandmasters in a row, or the news that the main body made in Yingdu, which made him know that he would soon encounter an opponent of the same level.
Yuan Wu adjusted his mentality, gathered his courage, and polished his sword will to win without fear."
"Actually, in a sense, Yuan Wu is equivalent to Wang Jingmeng's chief disciple who teaches by words and deeds, but he chose shameless betrayal in order to seize Zheng Xiu and the only and inalienable highest authority in the world... Therefore
The only real 'shadow' in his heart is Wang Jingmeng."
"As for trying to weaken and eradicate those great masters who are extremely close to the Eight Realms and in a hostile state, constantly clearing out the remaining forces in the Bashan Sword Field, and secretly suppressing the potential rising talents in Qin, it is more based on political considerations.
, the necessary qualities to be an outstanding ruler, rather than being afraid of them."
While Zhao Qing calmly analyzed the various behaviors and secret psychology of Emperor Yuanwu in her heart, she walked through the corridor, crossed the threshold, and walked out of this rather quiet attic. The bright skylight outside suddenly came into view, making her stunned.
He couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly.
This is because on the edge of the hill in Nie Garden in the distance, six sacred horses are pulling jade chariots and marching steadily on the wide stone road. The sun shines on their embroidered saddles and silver scales.
The nails and tassel decorations are shining and look extraordinary.
The countless bright yellow flags and the golden dragon patterns on the canopy are extremely subtle from a very long distance, but they still have an amazing charm, and each one seems to be flying out of the sky.
There is an unusually majestic and soft aura, spreading in all directions like a sky covering the ground, seeming to open a portal to a new world full of light.
Emperor Yuanwu finally showed up.
This was also the first time he officially "announced" to the outside world that he had indeed reached the realm of Qitian in the Eight Realms, as many rumors said, and became the emperor with the highest cultivation level in the history of the Qin Dynasty.
This middle-aged man, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a twelve-pointed crown, sat on the jade chariot with a calm face and deep eyes, as if he had everything under control.
Because the light naturally emitted from his body was so intense and dazzling that everything around him was eclipsed and became extremely small, and everyone was reduced to a foil consciously or unconsciously.
It is as if he has transformed into a sun that shines on the Qin Dynasty, giving life to all things and making people afraid to look directly at him.
Beside the luxurious chariot, several practitioners wearing green shirts followed silently. Their auras were reserved and deep, but their eyes revealed considerable strength. They rarely appeared in public. Even Supervisor Tian Si
A full-time palace minister whose specific identity may not be known.
The ceremonial officials in mysterious clothes were at the end of the line. They were holding jade slips, golden books, or talismans and swords symbolizing destiny. Their expressions were solemn and solemn. Their steps were consistent with the jade chariot, without any confusion, showing that
Showing the rigor and order of the Qin Empire.
Officials and people along the way knelt down and worshiped, shouting "Long Live the Mountain". Emperor Yuanwu seemed not to hear it, but looked calmly across the entire venue, seeming to be looking for something.
When his eyes passed over Zhao Qing's position, he paused slightly, and then slowly moved away.
…
Zhao Qing's heart trembled slightly. Just a simple glance at each other made her consciousness slow down. This was definitely a fatal interference in a real battle, and represented the almost insurmountable gap between the seven realms and eight realms.
Huge gap.
The realm of Qitian is indeed extraordinary, and the ancient nickname of Shenluo is worthy of its name.
Even though she has not yet reached perfection in the practice of "Original Body God", otherwise she has officially broken through and can be called a practitioner of the quasi-eighth realm, but even so, when facing Yuan Wu, she still feels
There is a sense of oppression that originates from the level of life.
However, as the secrets of Qitian realm are gradually revealed before Zhao Qing's eyes, and more and more intelligence information is obtained, this temporary gap in cultivation will soon be caught up with her talent and rapid progress.
, until it evens out or even overtakes.
Similarly, seeing is better than hearing. Zhao Qing just overturned many of the conclusions she had drawn in the past precisely because she obtained some new information from the sword intention aura revealed by the other party.
While Zhao Qing was secretly contemplating Qitian's power, Emperor Yuanwu's chariot patrolled around Nie Garden and slowly stopped in front of the highest seat on the sword viewing platform.
This emperor, whose energy and energy had reached its peak, had almost finished refining the Nether Dragon Pearl, and was about to enter the middle level of the Eighth Realm, slowly walked out of the chariot, walked to the edge of the sword viewing platform, and stood with his hands behind his back.
With deep eyes, he looked down at the many Qin swordsmen who had already arrived and were quietly waiting for the start of the sword fight, as well as the guests with different identities, but all with various purposes, who came from all directions to watch the fight, and suddenly there was a surge in his heart.
There was an unspeakable feeling of pride.
"I will eventually be the greatest Supreme Holy Emperor on this earth, bar none."
Yuan Wu said this to himself in his heart, then he took a deep breath, opened his arms, and said loudly:
"Today, all the talented people have arrived, and all the young and old have gathered together to participate in the grand event of the Sword Association. It is really a blessing! I am very happy!"
"I hope you all can learn from each other and show your strengths, so that the world can witness the prosperity of Da Qin's swordsmanship and the glory of martial arts!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and the energy in his palm gathered, turning into an extremely huge bright yellow long sword. The tip of the sword pointed straight to the sky, as if it was about to pierce the sky: "Now, I announce - Changling Sword Club , officially begins!”
As Emperor Yuanwu's energetic voice spread far away, the entire venue seemed to be silent, and then it started boiling like a ignited oil pot.
Countless guests watching the battle stood up, applauded and cheered, while the swordsmen who were about to participate in the competition had bright eyes and excited expressions, as if they couldn't wait to go on stage, compete with heroes from all walks of life, and become famous. All in all.
Under the spotlight, Zhao Qing, whose appearance changed exactly like "Ye Ce Leng", as the sword master guarding the ring, took the lead in leaping onto the hundred-foot-square sword platform and picked the Qian Gua located in the due north. The copper pillar stood still and summoned some nearby water vapor, condensing it into a water sword about three feet long.
Some crystal water chains were wrapped around the sword body and the five fingers of her right hand, and they seemed to be alive and moving. It not only added a bit of elegant and fairy-like beauty, but also demonstrated her superb swordsmanship and fine control of the true essence. Controlling power.
"Where is the first attacker?" Zhao Qing looked around and asked in a loud voice. The clear voice spread far away under the influence of Zhenyuan, resonating with the copper pillars and railings inside and outside Bijianping, stimulating There were echoes one after another.
After the words fell, whispers suddenly arose in the venue. Many people were flipping through the "Minutes of the Sword Club" compiled by Hongyang Academy. Their eyes wandered back and forth on the long-established masters and sect leaders of the major sects around Changling. To see if they will be the first to challenge.
However, to the surprise of most people, the first one to step forward to challenge was a strange middle-aged man in a blue shirt, about fifty years old, with a typical face with the word "国" (国) on his back, and carrying a The image of the sword is like carrying a hoe, which has no sense of beauty at all.
He spoke with an accent from the Guanzhong area, raised his hands towards the sword-viewing platform where Emperor Yuanwu was sitting, saluted "Ye Ce Leng" on the sword platform one after another, and said loudly:
"Zhou Dazhuo of the Qishan Sword Sect in Guanzhong came here to ask Chief Ye for advice!"
After saying that, he moved like a giant roc across a distance of nearly a hundred feet, and landed steadily on the pillar of Kun Gua just south of the sword platform. The long sword on his back was also unsheathed immediately, and the sword body was wide. It reaches three fingers, is heavy and straight, and is engraved with fine cloud patterns. It is obviously not an ordinary thing.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This is a long sword with clear black and white. Its blade and blade are gray-black, like the color of half-burned charcoal, but the straight spine of the sword is bright. of white.
Whether it is the hilt, the style, size of the sword body, or even the scabbard, they are all in line with the etiquette and specifications of sword-making in the Guanzhong area.
With a soft "swish" sound, Zhou Dazhuo held his sword across his chest, bowed slightly and saluted, and said seriously: "Please."
Using such an action as the beginning of a competition was a natural rule and example set by Wang Jingmeng when he was young and led many people from the Bashan Sword Field to compete with others in Changling again and again.
Even today, when even his name has been erased, he is still used and inherited by countless Qin swordsmen.
To be continued...