Liu Xianyang stopped, turned around and stood on the steps, looking at the Zhengyang Mountain sword cultivator who was responsible for the third sword question.
Judging from the traces of the sword light, the woman came from Xiaogushan in the Dependents Peak. She was dressed in night clothes, had a stern face, and a calm demeanor. At first glance, she was not a fuel-saving lamp.
She had obviously been watching the battle carefully at Xiaogushan before, especially in the second game. Yu Ping's defeat was too strange. It seemed that once she got close to Liu Xianyang, she would fall into some kind of formation restriction, so she did not directly use the sword to fall.
She stopped near the gate of Xianxian Peak, but between Zushan Mountain and Full Moon Peak. With her sword hanging in the air, she was only facing off from afar with Liu Xianyang, who was destined to have an extremely magical flying sword.
Anyway, distance between sword cultivators has never really been a problem.
The sky wind was blowing, the woman was dressed in black, and a long sword under her feet dragged out a snow-white firefly. The mountains behind her were full of green colors, just like a fairy emerging from a green landscape painting with a sword.
Liu Xianyang looked at the woman who was not good-looking but had an outstanding sword-wielding posture, and felt that he had benefited a lot. Next time he asks whose ancestor's sword he belongs to, he must not listen to Chen Pingan's arrangements again. You are stupid.
At the entrance of the mountain, when hiking, you have to learn from this predecessor, stepping on a long sword, turning into a rainbow, and then suddenly hovering. The most important thing is to show up, you have to choose a beautiful place with excellent scenery, and become
A figure in the painting in the eyes of all those watching the battle.
The woman in black performed the sword technique with both hands, and a pale golden arc moon appeared on her fingertips. This sword cultivator, who had lived in seclusion in Xiaogushan for hundreds of years, used this to show her identity. She came from the Full Moon Peak of Zhengyang Mountain. At this moment, she was with Wen
The man who wields the sword declares his identity as a gift.
Liu Xianyang immediately returned the gift and made a sword secret with one hand. However, he did not give his name as the direct descendant of the Longquan Sword Sect. He simply introduced his place of origin and name, "Jiuli Zhudongtian, Liu Xianyang, Huaihuang County."
She looked calmly and said: "Dividing between life and death?"
Liu Xianyang smiled and said: "Win or lose, life or death, it doesn't matter. I have long wanted to learn how you are so good at climbing to the top of Zhengyang Mountain."
She said: "I will make your wish come true today."
Between the mountains of Yixian Peak and Full Moon Peak, there was a faint white cloud floating across, but it took the initiative to bypass the graceful figure of Yu Jian.
It was obvious that she had already used a protective technique to prevent being attacked by Liu Xianyang's unknown flying sword.
Zushan then launched a mountain-protecting formation. The entire first-line peak, except for the top of the sword, was surrounded by clouds and mist. The steps were like streams flowing silently, and the water was extremely clear. Liu Xianyang looked down and saw that the entire steps seemed to be paved with a layer of fabric woven by an immortal master.
The green lichen is shadowy in the sunlight. This formation is not aimed at Liu Xianyang, but only to protect the mountains and rivers of the first line of peaks, so as not to be wantonly shattered by a fierce sword fight between the swordsmen on the mountain top, which will destroy the beautiful scenery in the mountains.
The figure of the unknown female sword cultivator suddenly disappeared. At the same time, a golden long sword appeared out of thin air on the top of the first line of peak. It was the treasure of the old peak somewhere in Zhengyang Mountain.
Then the sword twisted into several arcs, and the lightning intertwined, just like a golden whip left by the God of Thunder. Thunder roared in the sky. In an instant, this unusual ancient sword quickly dragged out several
A hundred-foot-long golden brilliance stretched out in an arc of a month and a half in the sky, and hit the tall man standing on the steps of the first line of peak with a whip.
Liu Xianyang performed the sword technique with one hand, and a golden light appeared on his fingertips. He put his fingers together and gently drew a circle. A golden light stretched out, and a circle line appeared next to Liu Xianyang. Liu Xianyang snapped his fingers again, and a circle appeared.
line becomes
A golden ball that enveloped Liu Xianyang was like a sun that had been refined and imprisoned. It became small and cute, as if it had been casually placed on the steps by an immortal. The golden light was as thick as water, shining brightly, and seemed to be ascending.
Liu Xianyang, a swordsman, stands in the middle with his sleeves swaying.
As soon as the whip fell to the ground, from the mountain climbing shrine to the mountain gate archway, formations of cyan lichens quickly formed ripples, rising up layer upon layer. Finally, the arc of lightning carved out a crack several feet deep.
On the mountaintop halfway down the mountainside of the first-line peak, hundreds of golden thunder and lightning snakes spread out from the thunder whip as thick as the mouth of a well, running non-stop.
If it weren't for the Zushan formation protecting the mountain's roots and water transport, just the fall of the whip would have destroyed the mountain climbing path and the archway would have been split into two halves.
It's just that this powerful thunder and lightning whip alone can't break open Liu Xianyang's golden circle. At the foot of the entire first-line peak, there are countless thunder and lightning whips crisscrossing each other, weaving into a network, as if there is a figure hiding behind it.
The God of Thunder in the sea of ​​clouds wields a whip and smashes the world indiscriminately.
The monks watching the battle from various peaks, all the genealogical monks who were not earthly immortals, were all holding their breath and concentrating, and it was thrilling.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth moved slightly, and the woman showed an ethereal figure. She raised a crystal clear left hand, and the muscles, bones, meridians and meridians of the earthly immortal on the mountain, known as the "golden branches and jade leaves", appeared in detail.
Her right hand was held in an empty hand, and she twitched it slowly. She frowned slightly. The ghost cultivator seemed to be enduring the severe pain that shook his soul. He pulled out a long and narrow emerald green sword from the center of his left hand, like a green river refining it.
It is made with the two characters "dao" and "dao" engraved in ancient seal script. The blade is like water, rippling and swaying slightly.
Liu Xianyang glanced at the vision of the woman unsheathing her sword in the distance.
From the side of Yixian Peak to the top of Full Moon Peak, a bright straight line was drawn out without any warning. The sword light was straight and penetrated the woman's figure in an instant. The sword light was still unparalleled, and it directly hit Full Moon Peak.
A cliff was cut through, and a long line of sword light went to the sky, lasting for a long time.
The figure of the female ghost spread out and turned into a mass of sinister wind and miasma. Only where the sword light penetrated her heart was a whirlpool of sword energy the size of a fist.
The head, torso, and limbs of the knife-wielding ghost have all been separated by themselves, and the sword energy in her body is connected by the wisps of sword energy to barely maintain the human form.
The golden long sword controlled by her mind kept flying in the air, and there were constant golden thunder and lightning. It was still whipping the mountain road at the foot of the first-line peak. Every time the long whip hit the ground, there was a burst of thunder and vibration.
The huge Zhengyang Mountain Ancestral Mountain is like a landscape bonsai, suddenly blooming a golden flower with distinct veins.
She struck out with her sword in the distance, but there was no bright sword light. Only a gray thread as thin as silk appeared between the sky and the earth.
Liu Xianyang still stood there, motionless, wiping his fingers horizontally, and said softly: "When the water falls, it will return to the ruins."
In the air between the ghost swordsman and Liu Xianyang, a long river of nothingness appeared out of thin air, and the gray line fell into it.
After that, the light of the swords was like a flood breaking through the embankment, rolling down one by one in the "Gui Ruins", and finally even the golden thunder light was captured together.
It seems that there is a world of difference between the two sides of Wenjian.
From the beginning to the end, Liu Xianyang did not use the swordsmanship he learned from the Longquan Sword Sect in three sword-fighting sessions.
When he asked Jian about Zhengyang Mountain, he never said hello to Master Ruan, the blacksmith. Anyway, as long as Ruan Qiong didn't stop him, Liu Xianyang took it as his consent.
Liu Xianyang glanced at the top of his head, and saw clouds gathering in all directions, and showing an unusual inky black color. Anyone who was not blind would know that it was the woman's swordsmanship technique. Liu Xianyang knew that this sword skill was the famous secret skill of Bo Yunfeng.
cloud.
At noon, when the sun shines through the curtain of black clouds, it seems like eight sword lights are falling from the sky, with the sword tips pointed directly at Liu Xianyang.
Liu Xianyang's mind moved slightly. In the eight directions surrounding the Yixian Peak, eight long rivers of sword energy emerged, rising into the sky. In the distance, several long swords were densely packed together in the raging rivers. The sword energy was dense, and they bypassed the mountains behind the Yixian Peak.
Several battle lines were drawn, like a group of light cavalry, rushing towards the battlefield where the golden light passed through the dark clouds. In the end, in mid-air, the mighty sword array and the falling sword in the clouds controlled by the woman Nascent Soul were facing each other tit for tat, like
On the battlefield, a group of cavalry collided and charged into formation.
After all, he is a serious Confucian disciple, and Liu Xianyang is still good at using sword poems written by sages and writers.
The ghost nun didn't even look at the cloud-piercing sword formation. Her figure suddenly dispersed into seven rays of rainbow light. The rainbow light dispersed like arrows, and finally condensed into eight illusory figures holding swords. Their whole bodies were intertwined with snow-white light.
Then, a sword was handed out respectively, and the light of the sword turned into a mysterious white horse. As they ran forward, they suddenly appeared and disappeared, their whereabouts were uncertain, and they all rushed towards Liu Xianyang, a first-line peak.
It is the swordsmanship of Pian Piao Feng. Time is like an arrow, and the white horse is flying.
The art of transformation among qi practitioners has never been very good, not even the heretical ones. The most inferior ones are the birds, beasts, or the immortals' Luanhe. If they can manifest a dragon as big as a mountain,
Only those who have the appearance, or some ferocious and unusual ancient alien species, and have one or two corresponding natal magical powers are considered superior. The illusion technique of Pian Piao Feng is quite good, and it can allow those who have attained the Tao,
The Earth Immortal Identity roughly imitates the legendary white horse that jumps in the water of time, and then carries a wisp of sword intent to kill the enemy.
Liu Xianyang used his sword energy to condense a long sword, swung the sword a few times at will, and chopped several white horses with strange trajectories into pieces in the air. Another white horse that was as bright as the moonlight suddenly sank, dodging the sword light.
, the horse's hoof lightly stepped on the ground, and in an instant he came to the back of the steps of Yixianfeng. Liu Xianyang didn't even turn his head, but just swung his sword backwards. The white horse running down the steps shattered like porcelain. In the end, there were still four heads.
The white horse of time collided with Liu Xianyang's golden sword array, and the snow-white light exploded together with the golden sunlight.
The female sword cultivator had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and finally used her natal flying sword. The entire realm of Full Moon Peak was drained of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and it was instantly dark, just like the day that fell into darkness in an instant, and the night fell.
On the other side of the first line of peaks, the formation lichen changed from light green to dark green.
A bright full moon appeared in the sky above Full Moon Peak, and sank into the blue sea with lightning speed.
It happens that the place where the moon falls in the human world is where Liu Xianyang stands.
Liu Xianyang still didn't move, but looked a little strange.
This Sword Questioning is almost done, but it would be pointless to delay it any longer.
The bright moon still fell into the sea without any stagnation, but for a moment, the female ghost cultivator who still had the skill of swordsmanship with her back hand lost her mind. As if falling into the clouds and mist, many life pictures, drawn in white or painted in white, were seen one by one.
This kind of unreasonable abnormality, except for the two sides of Wenjian, even the Immortal Realm Taoist Heavenly Lord like Shen Gaozong Qizhen, who has been watching the battle with his magical power to see the mountains and rivers, has not missed any subtle details, and is still unaware of it.
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And this behind-the-scenes worshiper, who is actually half a Nascent Soul ghost in the Jade Pu Realm at this moment, does not even know that she is traveling through the scrolls of her own life.
This is the terrifying thing about Liu Xianyang's natal flying sword.
Drawing a sword in a dream and killing people at will.
No one can escape a deep sleep, and everyone's sleep is a long river.
Every time Liu Xianyang fell asleep, it was like a long journey up the river. The key was that he could take one look at anyone and then go to that person's river of life at will.
Therefore, anyone who is in the same situation as Liu Xianyang will be in an extremely dangerous situation.
To be continued...