Tao Jingyuan has a white beard, white hair, and a white robe, swaying in the wind; his pale face has a stern look, and he is holding a broken sword in both hands, maintaining a forward stabbing posture.
Nangong Yun also kept her left hand behind her back, her right hand raised slightly, holding the sword between her two fingers. But her chest was directly pierced by the broken sword without a tip.
There was no blood flowing out of the wound, but instead countless slender black cracks spread out, like slender earthworms, quickly spreading to both sides; in the blink of an eye, his entire chest was covered with black cracks, densely packed, terrifying and weird
!
"Broken Sword...Survive..."
Nangong Yun lowered her head slightly at this moment, glanced at the broken sword that pierced the chest, raised her eyes to look at Tao Jingyuan, but the corners of her mouth suddenly raised, her right hand suddenly waved down, and she suddenly shot out: "This is the so-called wounding the enemy by one thousand, and damaging yourself by eight hundred.
?”
"right!"
Tao Jingyuan suddenly raised his head and replied in a neither humble nor condescending manner. Then he was hit in the chest by a palm. With a bang, he fell back dozens of steps. Before he could stabilize his body, there was another "pop" and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.
Injure the enemy one thousand, damage yourself eight hundred, and that’s the end!
Tao Jingyuan originally thought that Nangong Yun was just a ray of spiritual shadow, and at most it was the spiritual shadow of a warrior in the early stage of Limo; then, if he died, he would have the cultivation of the second and third phases of the illusion, which would be at most fifty-fifty with him.
But unexpectedly, when they actually fought, Nangong Yun's phantom of soul was far more powerful than him many times; even though he used his strongest swordsmanship, the Zhinoujian Jue, he was not able to injure him in the slightest.
At that moment, Tao Jingyuan knew that he was no match for Nangong Yun; but at that time, the arrow was already on the string and had to be fired. It had reached the point where it was difficult to get off the tiger, and there was no way to stop.
Otherwise, even if Nangong Yun lets him go, his own Dao Heart Sword Intent will be damaged and killed, leaving a magical barrier that is difficult to repair.
Therefore, he could only choose to continue attacking, trying his best to withstand Nangong Yun's fierce blow, but also breaking his sword to kill the enemy.
This is the so-called strategy of injuring the enemy by one thousand and damaging yourself by eight hundred.
It is also his martial arts and his sword intent.
Once the sword is drawn, the enemy will be killed!
Clang...
Nangong Yun reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword inserted in her chest, pulled out the broken sword directly, and threw it on the ground. However, her face regained its indifferent expression. She looked at Tao Jingyuan indifferently and said lightly: "Such a powerful sword intention.
, moving forward indomitably, there are quite a few shadows of that person..."
"But based on this, it can only hurt me at most; killing me or defeating me is not enough!"
"Yeah?"
Tao Jingyuan, who barely stood still, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, with a proud look on his face and said with a smile: "Before you say this, you should look at your chest first!"
"Um?"
Nangong Yun was startled and immediately lowered his head to look.
I saw that the dense black cracks on his chest spread again; in an instant, they covered his entire body.
It seemed that as the broken sword was pulled out, Nangong Yun's entire soul was on the verge of being shattered at this moment!
Nangong Yun's brows instantly frowned, and she looked at Tao Jingyuan again and said word by word: "The meaning of Tao?"
"good!"
Tao Jingyuan sneered, and a touch of pride appeared on his increasingly pale face, saying: "And it comes from the Taoist intention of the Wushuang Sword Emperor!"
"The Zhirou Sword Technique is a unique swordsmanship created by the Wushuang Sword Emperor. Not only does it use the combination of yin and yang to create a super powerful swordsmanship that uses softness to overcome strength, it also touches the origin of the sword. In other words, as long as the Zhirou Sword is used
If you practice the art to a certain extent, you can hopefully understand the true meaning of the swordsmanship of the Unparalleled Sword Emperor."
"My talent in martial arts may be average, but I am quite talented in swordsmanship. My master, Zhou Jianteng, took a fancy to this in me and made an exception to accept me as his direct disciple."
"And I, of course, lived up to expectations. A hundred years ago, I mastered the Zhirou Sword Technique and realized a trace of the true meaning of the swordsmanship of the Unparalleled Sword Emperor!"
At this point, Tao Jingyuan shook his neck slightly, his expression became even more proud, and continued: "This Sword Emperor Sword Intent is my trump card; no one has ever forced me to use it since I realized it."
"So, if you, the phantom of your soul, die under this sword, you should have no regrets!"
"Although this remnant soul of mine is only one-tenth of the cultivation level of the main body, it has been stored in the magic weapon of my life for nearly ten thousand years. It has already reached the level of soul weapon integration. It is only one step away from it.
It can become a weapon spirit; ordinary swordsmanship cannot hurt me at all."
"But the true meaning of the sword is the power of the great road, which inherently restrains the soul; once it hits, it can indeed completely disintegrate the soul in a few breaths..."
Speaking of this, Nangong Yun suddenly paused, then raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a faint smile, and continued: "Unfortunately, you can only use this sword move once, and you can only use it once; otherwise, today I will
It’s really possible that I’ll fall into the hands of a little guy like you!”
As soon as the words were spoken, Nangong Yun's face suddenly condensed, and her right hand was like lightning, and she suddenly grabbed the void: "Come!"
call out...
A hundred meters behind Tao Jingyuan, Nangong Qian was half lying behind a tree trunk. The green-tailed flute he held in his hand suddenly trembled and suddenly broke away from Nangong Qian's control. It turned directly into a green light and flew through the air, falling into the sky instantly.
In Nangong Yun’s raised right hand.
Woohoo...
After taking the jade flute, a deep flute sound was emitted, and invisible sound waves rippled out, shaking the void, and instantly enveloped Nangong Yun.
At the same time, the black cracks all over Nangong Yun's body suddenly faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In an instant, nothing existed.
Even the wound on the chest that was stabbed by the broken sword disappeared!
...
"Sonic damage repellent!"
"That's... Qingwei Xiao!"
"It's Yin Zu Nangong Yun's natal spiritual treasure, Qingwei Xiao!"
In the surrounding mountains and forests, Chi Tian, who was paying close attention to the battle situation, couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this scene.
Next to them, Mu Pei, You Hongyi, Shi Huashan, and Sikong Yuanlong all looked surprised.
Although Qingwei Xiao has disappeared for nearly ten thousand years, its reputation is still resounding; not only is it still on the list of Zhongzhou Lingbao, but there are also many portraits circulating in the world.
What's more, throughout the ages, apart from the green qiqin, the only spiritual treasure that can release such powerful sound waves and heal injuries is the green tail flute!
Therefore, as soon as Yuxiao appeared at this moment, these well-informed Lords of the Kingdom of Heaven recognized her instantly.
And if the jade flute is really Qingweixiao, then the person who can control Qingweixiao and release sound waves to heal wounds, wouldn't it be...
A name that had almost disappeared in the long river of history suddenly appeared in the minds of several Lords of the Kingdom!
However, just when the hearts of several people were stirring up huge waves, no one noticed that Gongsun Zhengning, who was standing beside them, looked unusually calm, and his face became more solemn and slightly difficult to look at.
At this moment, he did not focus on Nangong Yun and Tao Jingyuan, but directly passed them and landed on the stone steps in front of the Demon Suppression Tower.
There, Gongsun Hongyu, covered in blood, was half lying on the stone steps, staring at the battle in front of him while secretly healing his wounds.
Suddenly, Gongsun Hongyu seemed to notice something. He suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Gongsun Zhengning.
Four gazes collided in the dark night sky instantly!
"It's him...it's really him..."
Gongsun Zhengning was suddenly stunned and completely dumbfounded.
The moment their eyes met, he not only felt the very familiar blood aura, but he also read a huge amount of information from those eyes.
Let him confirm his previous guess in an instant!
That figure looked miserable, unkempt, and covered in bruises. Although it didn't match the majestic figure in yellow robes in his memory, it seemed to be the same as the one in the sky and the other on the earth.
But that face and that aura unique to his bloodline made him extremely familiar and certain.
It's definitely him!
It's him in the portrait that Gongsun Zhengning has often admired and worshiped since he was a child!
The founding emperor of Tianyuan Shangguo, the founder of the Gongsun royal family, the ancestor of Emperor Zhengning of Tianyuan Shangguo... Gongsun Hongyu!
Gongsun Zhengning's face instantly showed complex expressions such as shock, surprise, and disbelief.
Even, the whole body could not suppress the trembling!
In his memory, the ancestor of the Gongsun royal family had passed away thousands of years ago.
Who would have thought that he would come back from the dead and appear here alive at this moment?
Not to mention him, even his father and grandpa would be dumbfounded when they saw this scene, when their ancestor who had been worshiped for thousands of years suddenly appeared in front of him alive!
After all, the ancestor of the Gongsun royal family has disappeared for four to five thousand years; the imperial tomb in the imperial mausoleum of Tianyuan Shangguo has been renovated countless times!
"Brother Zhengning, brother Zhengning, what's wrong with you?"
At this moment, Sikong Yuanlong on the side was the first to notice the change in Gongsun Zhengning. He quickly looked away, took two steps forward, and asked doubtfully.
As soon as these words came out, Chi Tian, Mu Pei, You Hongyi, Shi Huashan and other four masters of the upper kingdom also withdrew their gazes and looked at Gongsun Zhengning.
Although the seven great kingdoms of the Eastern Wasteland often have frictions on weekdays and even more intrigues behind their backs, at this moment, the six people who have become lonely have a kind of intimacy with each other; especially because of Tao Jingyuan's existence,
This forced the six people who originally had their own agenda to temporarily form a small group.
But at this moment, Gongsun Zhengning, who was the backbone of the small group, had a problem, which naturally attracted everyone's attention instantly.
"No...it's okay..."
Gongsun Zhengning came to his senses instantly, hurriedly suppressed the fear in his heart, waved his hands slightly, and whispered: "I just saw an acquaintance and thought of some past events."
acquaintance?
past?
After hearing this, several people were startled and looked confused.
Apart from Gongmen Tianyu and Tao Jingyuan, whom he had just met, does Gongsun Zhengning know anyone else among the people present?
However, Gongsun Zhengning apparently interrupted without explanation. He raised his head again and looked at the battlefield. While savoring the look Gongsun Hongyu gave him just now, he changed the topic and said, "Is the battle over?"
"Soon!"
"Since this person can control the green-tailed flute, there is a high probability that he is the ancestor of music cultivation ten thousand years ago!"
"And if it is really him, then it will be difficult to continue the battle."
"Yes, from a general perspective, they are all descendants of the Peerless Sword Emperor. How can one of his own family have any reason to beat his own family?"
Although the few people were confused, seeing that Gongsun Zhengning had no intention of explaining, they naturally didn't want to ask any more questions. They immediately nodded and analyzed the battle situation.
"Um!"
Gongsun Zhengning seemed a little absent-minded. He just nodded slightly, then suddenly turned to look at a few people and said seriously: "I may take action later; I hope you can help me by then!"
What?
As soon as these words came out, Sikong Yuanlong and others were stunned; you looked at me, I looked at you, they all looked confused.
Obviously, none of them understood what Gongsun Zhengning meant when he suddenly said such a sentence.
Is it possible that he plans to join the battlefield and compete with Nangong Yun and Tao Jingyuan?
Isn't that crazy?
Unfortunately, Gongsun Zhengning didn't seem to give an explanation. Instead, he turned his head and nodded slightly towards the eyes he was looking at.
A secret plan is brewing at this moment!
...
"Qingwei Xiao?"
In front of the Demon Suppressing Tower, watching Nangong Yun return to normal in an instant, Tao Jingyuan changed color slightly at this moment, his pupils shrank slightly, and a touch of astonishment and surprise appeared on his face. He stared blankly at the long green flute in Nangong Yun's hand, and he suddenly woke up and said in shock: "
You...are you Yinzu, Nangong Yun?"
"It's me!"
Nangong Yun replied without thinking, slowly retracted her raised right arm, slightly twisted her thumb and index finger, and quickly spun the green-tailed flute around her fingertips, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that after so many years, there would still be more...
Few people remember me, so it seems that my life is not in vain!"
Upon hearing this, Tao Jingyuan paused slightly, with a flash of doubt in his eyes.
This Nangong Yun seems to be a little different from the Nangong Yun recorded in the history books.
Nangong Yun, recorded in history books, was born into a poor man and regarded himself as a scholar.
It is precisely because of this that even if he finally entered Taoism through music and became the ancestor of music cultivation, he still had no airs. Not only did he appear approachable, but he was also gentle, elegant, personable, and extremely affectionate.
It was also for this reason that in order to avenge the Wushuang Sword Emperor who was kind to him, he would risk the entire Shenyin Kingdom and fight to the death with Emperor Wushang.
It has nothing to do with fame and fortune, just to repay the favor and return the favor!
It is precisely because of this that Nangong Yun is still very famous on the Tianjian Continent even after his death for nearly ten thousand years.
Especially among the newly rising Confucian and Taoist warriors in Zhongzhou, they are regarded as role models!
But at this moment, the Nangong Yun in front of him made Tao Jingyuan not feel gentle and elegant at all. Instead, he felt a little strong and seemed to care about his reputation.
This is weird and abnormal!
However, although I have doubts in my heart, the history books were written by later generations, and it is impossible to tell whether they are true or false. What's more, the real person is right in front of you, so naturally you can't fake it.
Therefore, although Tao Jingyuan was a little surprised and confused, he calmed down his thoughts instantly and put down his previous pride. A smile appeared on his pale face, he became kind, and bowed his hands in greeting: "It turns out to be Senior Yinzu, what a great person.
The water has washed away the Dragon King Temple, and my family doesn’t recognize my family!”
"My family?"
When Nangong Yun heard this, she suddenly raised her eyebrows, showing disdain, and sneered mercilessly: "Who do you think you are, you are worthy of being one of my family members?"