Purple clothes dance in the autumn water, and the autumn water fills the lake and floats into the sky...
The sheep Xuantian holding the hand of killing became Tantai Ziyi's whetstone, sharpening the autumn water and sharpening the twelve postures of autumn water to the sky.
The rivers, lakes and seas of Tantai Ziyi became more and more powerful, making Yang Xuantian's palms sweat and the pressure doubled. Yang Xuantian retreated again and again until he had no way out.
Yang Xuantian thought to himself that if he continued to fight like this, he would definitely lose, so he had to change his fighting method to wear off the little girl's spirit and see whose breath was thicker and longer.
The pressure brought by that lake of autumn water made Yang Xuantian gradually calm down, and he was no longer eager to win. After all, Yang Xuantian had been struggling in the arena for decades. After all, he was a disciple of Wuchen, even the most unsatisfactory one.
Even one cannot be defeated easily.
After Yang Xuantian's state of mind stabilized, his swordsmanship changed accordingly. He was no longer murderous, and each move was less fierce but more calm and calm before a landslide.
Yang Xuantian will no longer retreat. The lower plate is as stable as a rock, allowing you to be driven by the wind and waves. The middle plate is as flexible as a jade bead, and it connects up and down. The upper plate is as light as a willow, swinging in the wind and breaking every move...
Looking from afar, the purple clothes are dancing gracefully, and the autumn water is floating in the air, just like the fairy dancing in the mortal world and looking at the world with a smile. There is an old Taoist in the world, who kills the living and fights the fairy, never retreats, is not afraid and looks down on life and death.
"It's beautiful! It's beautiful!" Li Taiping stood up and applauded. He didn't know whether he was talking about the beauty of the fairy in purple clothes or the beauty of the old Taoist priest with an immortal air.
Lin Wanshan said: "The only one who can fight so beautifully is the Qiu Shui Sword Sect! The earth shook when I was looking for a fight at the giant gate, and the dust flew up."
Yin Sanshui is in a very good mood at this time. No matter whether he wins or loses this battle, Qiu Shui Sword Sect will have successors who can lead Qiu Shui Sword Sect to go further and higher.
Tong Sihai breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Yang Xuantian had stabilized his position, but he still just stared at the battle situation and refused to miss a single thing.
The world in Tantai Ziyi's eyes gradually became clearer. The water and sky were the same color, the fallen leaves were floating yellow, and the killing sword that fought in all directions. Everything in this world fell into his eyes without missing a single trace.
A scream like an oriole, a sword cry in the autumn water, and the sword power in the sky was all gone. The next moment, the purple clothes rose straight to the sky like a solitary smoke, and the sword power was like a thousand-foot waterfall covering the head...
Eleven styles of autumn water and long sky - Thousand-foot Waterfall.
Yang Xuantian did not dodge or dodge, and the aura in his body rushed into the killing sword crazily. He saw the killing sword raised from bottom to top, and slashed towards the hanging waterfall of sword energy. It seemed that the sword was going to open the waterfall and break the purple clothes.
Yang Xuantian is not dust-free and cannot do it. Between heaven and earth, a sword can cut through the clear sky. But it is also enough to break the thousand-foot waterfall. But it is a pity that the sword cannot kill Ziyi.
Li Taiping watched the sword energy waterfall dissipate, and secretly cried out that it was a pity. If Tantai Ziyi could have a ninth-level cultivation, no—an eighth-level cultivation would defeat that old Taoist.
The Qiu Shui Chang Tian Sword moves are meant to be continuous and performed in one breath, without the need to return breath. After the eleven moves, there are the twelve moves that follow - Cutting off the flow.
A flash of surprise flashed in Yang Xuantian's eyes, and the purple clothes flew into his eyes, and the autumn water swayed with a flash of green...
Tantai Ziyi's sword happened to be stuck when the old Taoist priest's old strength was gone and the new one was not regenerated. The autumn water came straight in. He was about to stab the old Taoist priest to death, but he saw Tantai Ziyi twisting his waist and using the autumn water sword.
He slapped the old Taoist priest on the chest.
Yang Xuantian flew upside down like a kite with broken strings, and a mouthful of blood spurted out in mid-air. Yang Xuantian was seriously injured, with several broken ribs, and his white eyebrows were furrowed in pain every time he exhaled and inhaled.
Tantai Ziyi could win without seriously injuring the old Taoist priest, but before going on the field, Yin Sanshui repeatedly warned that he must seriously injure his opponent. Even if he could not win, he could not let the opponent win too easily.
Yin Sanshui did not expect that his disciple actually won and succeeded in seriously injuring the opponent, which made him even more happy. Seriously injuring the opponent was the result that Yin Sanshui wanted from the beginning, because the cultivation base of the three guest ministers of Baiyun Sword Sect were all higher than Tong Sihai.
With Tong Sihai's envious personality, how could he tolerate someone stronger than him? This only means that there is something wrong with Tong Sihai.
If there is a problem, then the Baiyun Sword Sect cannot be allowed to win the final victory. What the Qiu Shui Sword Sect has to do is to consume the strength of the three guest ministers so that the three people cannot face the Xuanhu Sword Sect in their best condition. This will
It's Yin Sanshui's plan.
Li Xia, who was sitting alone under the pergola by the lake, smiled and opened a new page in the painting book in his hand, and said at the same time: "Wuchen's apprentice is pretty good, but it's a pity that he is not very lucky. He met the person chosen by Qiushui Sword.
It’s not an exaggeration to lose at the hands of Mo Chenzi.”
On a new page, the drawing showed a handsome young man with a bookish look, carrying a bundle of eyebrow-level sticks made of ironwood behind his back. Wen Ruyu, the adopted son of Tuoba Jiong of Jiangning County, and the adopted son of Tuoba Jiong
Of the nine, Wen Ruyu ranks ninth.
As her name suggests, Wen Ruyu is gentle and elegant, with two small dimples when she smiles. But don't be fooled by his appearance. People in Jiangning County say that they would rather mess with the King of Hell than laugh at a scholar.
Bao Yan Wang, the eldest among the nine sons, has a ruthless face. He follows the rules and accepts death. Those who offend him will have their skin peeled off even if they are not dead. The laughing scholar Wen Ruyu is different. He has a kind face and smiles, but there is a knife hidden in his smile.
You don't even know how he died in his hands.
Wen Ruyu bowed in front of the elders of the Qiushui Sword Sect and said, "I came to Wen Ruyu at the end of my studies and asked my seniors for advice. Please show mercy to my seniors."
The elder of the Qiu Shui Sword Sect smiled and returned the greeting. Just when he was about to say a few polite words, he saw an eyebrow-raising stick whizzing towards him. The eyebrow-raising stick made of iron wood is a kind of hard stick, but at this time it was powerful.
In front of him, there was a curve. It was conceivable that if he was hit by this stick, he would still be alive.
There are not many stick players in the world, and Wen Ruyu is probably the only one who can reach the eighth level with sticks, so Wen Ruyu's stick is not gentle, and the ground where the eyebrow-level stick hit is filled with dust and gravel...
He was able to dodge the first stick, but he couldn't dodge the second stick. The eyebrow-level stick swept out. The elder of the Sword Sect didn't even draw his sword, and was swept into the West Lake with his sword, causing a huge splash of water.
Upon seeing this, the disciples of Qiushui Sword Sect shouted insults one after another, scolding Wen Ruyu for not abiding by the rules of the world, scolding Wen Ruyu for not having the virtues of a warrior, scolding Wen Ruyu for attacking first...
I saw Wen Ruyu put away the stick, looked at the female disciple of Qiushui Sword Sect provocatively, and said with a smile: "I have a lot of sticks, do you want to try one? But that will have to wait until tonight."
"Hmph! That boy is so shameless, and his good skin is all in vain! If compared with my young master, he is not even worthy of carrying his shoes." The handsome maid said with a look of disdain.
The handsome man turned around and rolled his eyes, and said angrily: "It's like comparing yourself to that boy! Your young master can't be found anywhere in the world with a lantern." As he said this, the handsome man opened the painting book in his hand again.
A new page.
The man on the drawing paper was thin and tall, holding two swords as thin as cicada wings in his hands. Li Xia knew that this man was from the Li Gang in Jiangning County, and they had met once. This man was eloquent.
He appears to be kind, but his actions are vicious, and he is highly regarded by the leader of the Li Gang branch in Jiangning County.
There was no suspense in this battle. The disciples of Kuai Dao Qiushui Sword Sect were defeated in a short while, without even a chance to fight to the death of both sides.
There are three guest ministers from the Baiyun Sword Sect, and there are still two people to fight. Yin Sanshui looked in the direction of the Xuanhu Sword Sect and felt very unsure. If the Xuanhu Sword Sect was defeated and Tong Sihai took the position of the leader of the Sword Alliance, he didn't know what he would do.
What happened...
Li Xia smiled and looked at the pergola where the Xuanhu Sword Sect was, thinking to himself that it was hard to say whether he would win or lose. He hoped that old boy Tong Sihai would be smarter and not get carried away and lose his mouth.
Not long after Wen Ruyu sat down, she stood up again, looked at Yang Xuantian and said with a smile: "There are two games left, so I don't need to trouble you, so let me do the first game first."
Wen Ruyu walked to the lakeside, pulled out an eyebrow-level stick, shook it, and laughed loudly: "Please ask friends from the Xuanhu Sword Sect for advice."
The great elder of the Xuanhu Sword Sect stood up and was about to fight, but was pulled back by Li Taiping behind him: "I will take this fight. If we win this first fight, the initiative will be in our hands."
"Be careful, that kid is very sinister." The elder reminded.
Seeing Wen Ruyu come on the stage, Li Xia knew something was wrong. These people couldn't wait for the Xuanhu Sword Sect to appear first and dispatch their troops. They had to take the lead, as if they were destined to be defeated.
"A bunch of idiots who have never heard of Li Taiping. Haven't you seen him trying to make trouble for me, Li Xia? You can't wait for him to appear first and admit defeat when sending Yang Xuantian to appear. Won't it be a matter of winning two out of three games?
Huh! You have to have a good talk with the ancestor after you go back. How can these wastes achieve great things without even a single understanding person?" Li Xia was very dissatisfied, but the smile on his face still hung, just like Li Xia
It's said that he was born with a smile.
After fighting Chang Chunting, Li Taiping has not used his sword. He needs to take good care of his sword. After all, the Taiping Dao sword needs maintenance.
Li Taiping, who had bare hands, raised his fingers towards Wen Ruyu: "Come on, forget about the ceremony, I'm afraid you'll turn me around."
"Brother, what I said is as if I, Wen Ruyu, really don't care about martial ethics." As soon as the word martial ethics was spoken, the man rushed out, rounded his eyebrow stick, and swiped it hard at Li Taiping's head...
When the stick came, Li Taiping didn't even blink, and stretched out a hand to block the blow. The strong wind from the eyebrow stick messed up his hair, wrinkled his green shirt, and blew up a cloud of dust and smoke, but
He couldn't move the man even a little bit.
"It's a little too light, could it be stronger?" Li Taiping said with a smile after blocking the eyebrow-leveling stick.
Wen Ruyu frowned, flew back, looked at Li Taiping with a solemn expression and said, "External Kung Fu?"
“You’ll know after you fight.”
Wen Ruyu jumped up, pulled out all the eyebrow-level sticks in mid-air, and threw them at Li Taiping. At the same time, she coldly snorted: "Then beat him."
Li Taiping did not hide, because the target of those sticks was not Li Taiping, but they were inserted into a circle around Li Taiping.
This time, Wen Ruyu didn't hold back at all, and planned to use all the sticks he had. Because it was just one blow, Wen Ruyu found out that the green-shirted boy's external skills could not be solved with one stick, so if one stick was not enough, he would use a few more.