Chapter 2 The king is not a king and the ministers are not ministers, the world is not the world and people have no ethics
brush!
The eight masters in front of the preaching mirror quickly turned around and happened to meet Gou Wuyue, who was also looking at him with the corner of his mouth twitching.
The two fell silent.
The look of embarrassment in his eyes is not faint, but a bit thick!
Soon, both of them turned away and looked back at the preaching mirror, pretending to be nonchalant.
"Um?"
Dao Qiongcang smelled a strange smell in the air and looked over suspiciously, "What are you looking at each other?"
The Eight Masters pressed down on the storyteller, pointing at Gou Wuyue's hand that was ready to move, and said calmly: "It's nothing."
"Absolutely something!"
Dao Qiongcang sniffed, and his eyes glowed with blazing light again.
No one can keep secrets in front of themselves, let alone hide any gossip!
There was no need to ask. I just glanced at Xu Xiaoshou's unruly figure in the preaching mirror and recalled what he said just now...
Dao Qiongcang suppressed a smile and pointed at Ba Zun: "Someone, is it you?"
"no."
After receiving the denial, he pointed at Gou Wuyue, covered his mouth and smiled, "Is it you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
These two ancient sword cultivators are almost carved from the same mold!
Too calm, too cold, and too abnormal!
I definitely guessed it... Dao Qiongcang was so excited that he stamped his feet. After saying "Wow" a few times, his eyes came back to scan the Eight Gou's feelings, and pointed at the preaching mirror:
"First you, then them?"
The eight acquaintances made Gou Wuyue's expressions sink.
Dao Qiongcang was not finished yet, he covered his mouth and continued to laugh, his voice full of strangeness: "The story of the previous generation of saint slaves and the white-robed Taoist master, will the next generation copy it?"
Eight, Gou's face was as dark as ink.
"Hahahaha..." Dao Qiongcang laughed loudly and wildly, looking at Wei Feng with a smile, "You understand what I mean..."
Just when he was about to say something, he saw the old man staring at the preaching mirror with a dull expression on his face, and Dao Qiongcang's smile faltered.
Isn't it just an excuse that Daquan lost once at that time, as for taking it so seriously?
As expected, there is a generation gap between the elderly and the young!
Then he turned to look at the storyteller.
I saw the man in the red dress doing a seesaw movement with the corners of his mouth rising up and down, and he couldn't hold it down.
"You should understand what I mean, right?" Dao Qiongcang's expression was extremely serious.
The storyteller's face instantly returned to calmness.
Dao Qiongcang just stared at him, staring at him, from his eyes to the corner of the storyteller's mouth.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
Suddenly, the corner of his lips curled up, and then he pressed it down sharply.
This bad expression easily pried away the stone blocking the flood, and the storyteller's smile could no longer hold back.
"puff!"
But as soon as he laughed out loud, he was so well-educated that his face immediately turned expressionless.
Don't squint your eyes, don't look at Ba and Gou.
Respect must be given, after all, he is my brother...
"Ha ha ha ha!"
In comparison, Dao Qiongtian seems to have no connotation.
He laughed wildly, even slapping his thighs in excitement, pointing at the storyteller Ru Encountering a confidant and saying, "You know what I mean!"
"Shut up, okay?" Gou Wuyue couldn't bear it anymore, and the demon sword was about to move.
"Hahahaha..." Dao Qiongcang's laughter moved with his fingers, almost widening his face, without saying anything, and his smile gradually became abnormal.
Gou Wuyue took a deep breath, "Boring."
Dao Qiongcang's smiling face froze, then mutated on the spot, and his voice became a bit sharp, "Boring? He said I was boring?!"
He pointed at the storyteller, "He is already in his fifties and sixties, and he only has one sentence left to say: 'boring'. He has nothing to say, wow, wow, wow..."
The storyteller could no longer laugh.
Why is this so obvious, layer after layer of scars?
He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was laughing so loudly that he bent over as he smiled in a way that looked nothing like the master of the Taoist Palace in the past, and he suddenly felt great terror.
My brother is right...
This guy has been suppressed by the word "Master of the Taoist Palace" for thirty or forty years, and has been fighting for thirty or forty years, and finally bottomed out and rebounded.
His youthful rebellious period broke out strongly when others were going through menopause.
He took off the mask belonging to the "Master of the Tao Palace" and became himself again, a self that even makes people feel scared when he smiles!
The angel of heaven has a liberated state.
Tao Qiongtian, directly liberating the abnormal form?
"Isn't it funny?"
After realizing that no one was laughing with him, Dao Qiongcang wiped away his tears and sat back in front of the preaching mirror without embarrassment.
There was not even a moment of delay. The smoothness with which he changed the topic was breathtaking. He pointed to the mirror and said to Gou Wuyue:
"The white-robed ruler hasn't lost yet, right?"
Gou Wuyue didn't even move his eyes.
Obviously, he was too lazy to deal with this guy who had lost control and had no one to care about and no one could stop him.
Dao Qiongcang continued to look at the Eight Masters and said calmly:
"If you can defeat an ancient sword cultivator with just one sentence, Lao Gou would have died in the Eighth Palace back then. Beibei will never be able to become an ancient sword cultivator... You think so, the great Eighth Sword Immortal?"
Bazun Shu's right eyelid twitched wildly, and finally he took in a breath of cold air and turned away, "Can you calm down for a while?"
Dao Qiongcang looked back at the mirror in silence.
Just when the people around him thought he could calm down.
In front of thousands of people who were crowded in front of the preaching mirror and discussing in a lively manner, this guy suddenly stood up and shouted:
"What a magic swordsmanship!"
"What a Seven Swordsman!"
As soon as the heated discussion stopped, everyone looked back.
But after attracting the attention of the audience, the Tao Qiongang actor spread his hands wide and sang loudly and passionately:
"Yijian comes from the east, Yijianxian~"
"Drink in the underworld and walk to the blue sky~"
"Don't live in this mortal world~ Don't pull me, let go, let me go!"
"How reckless! Let me see who dares to touch the sky in this palace... Ouch!"
…
Different from the farce in front of the Mission Mirror in Half Moon Bay, the atmosphere in Yujing City at the moment is extremely bleak.
Beibei covered his neck, blood spilled from his fingers, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
"I, lost?"
This is just the beginning!
Didn't even touch the sword once!
I tried my best and didn't even use one thousandth of it.
In this world-famous first battle between swordsmen, Beibei imagined that he would lose, but should he lose after trying his best, or because of a single wrong move?
It's definitely not like this now, it just started and it's over.
Everyone is watching!
The Sword Burial Tomb in the Eastern Region, the Feng Family in the Southern Region...the entire world of ancient sword cultivators are paying attention!
Xu Xiaoshou's sword is only of the third grade, and is not even as good as the scabbard of the Emperor Sword Emperor. How could he defeat me with one sword?
"No..." Beibei was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the black-clothed figure in front of him, speechless.
"What do you mean by 'no'?" Xu Xiaoshou put away his sword and stood there, calmly saying:
"Admitting failure is sometimes harder than failing."
"It is harder to admit that you have been defeated by one sword and defeated by yourself than by admitting defeat."
Beibei looked embarrassed.
Her nervous eyes glanced at Mr. Siren, senior Feng Tingchen, and out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of Mr. Yang, Mr. Gu, and Liu Fuyu...
They all had indifferent expressions.
They didn't make any mockery, but their expressions showed some pain and sympathy.
This is more uncomfortable than taunting!
This sympathy is like food that comes from nowhere, and it makes the majestic swordsman feel endless humiliation!
"I'm not defeated—"
Bei Bei held the emperor's sword in his hand, suddenly pulled away his body, stood high in the sky and looked down at the many ancient sword cultivators below, and shouted in horror: "Xu Xiaoshou, I haven't been defeated yet! No!"
Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyes and saw a boiling soul.
Looking at the invisible crown on the head of the Northern Sword Immortal, who was as precious as an empress, he seemed to see another proud and bright flower.
They grew up in the greenhouses of the Holy Emperors Rao and Bei, enjoying the top resources and defeating all the enemies in the world, but they never really faced themselves.
Whether it's the love swordsmanship of sitting in a well and looking at the sky, or the ten thousand swordsmanship under the blessing of the Emperor Sword...
All high in the clouds.
But they are all castles in the air.
Xu Xiaoshou tore off Beibei's fig leaf with one word: "It's just that you have never been defeated, it doesn't mean that you will never be defeated."
"You fart! Xu Xiaoshou, shut up!"
Bei Bei was furious, his eyes sparkling with scarlet, "If I lose, how can I not accept it? It's just a mere magic sword, I can do it!"
She swung the imperial sword horizontally and hung it in front of her neck.
Suddenly he slashed out again, the sword light was brilliant, piercing the sky and disappearing into nothingness.
"Throughout!"
This sword traveled through space and time.
Not only can he use the penetrating path in Sanqian Kendo to ignore all defenses, but he also has a deeper understanding of the true meaning of phantom swordsmanship and has reached the realm of "time and space jump".
"Illusion swordsmanship, the first level, Bei Sword Immortal can also do it!"
Zui's voice sounded in the wind at the right time, and he turned the screen to Master Shou again, "Is this considered a sneak attack? Can Master Shou react?"
Xu Xiaoshou didn't even move, his body shape only changed in the mirror.
"call……"
The north wind blows the snow, and the red plum blossoms flutter.
The sword light penetrated from his body, and Xu Xiaoshou's figure turned into nothingness.
Feng Zhongzui knows a lot about swords.
He directly left half of the picture to Mei Siren, who had a smile on his lips, and said excitedly:
"The third-rate Hongmei, the one who falls into the world of excellence!"
"This is the sword of Mr. Mi Ren. The Luoying Realm uses the Heart Sword Technique, Wu Sword Technique... The combination of several major sword styles, this is a higher level sword technique than the Northern Sword Immortal!"
Then he pointed the missionary mirror at the battlefield.
Sure enough, as the fallen hero became red, the bodies of Master Shou and Bei Jianxian became illusory, and the two entities were no longer seen on the battlefield.
"Look at me!"
The drunken horse stepped forward in the wind, and his eyes changed.
He grabbed the preaching mirror and injected his sword intent into it, activated its advanced function, and then slashed through it like a sword.
"Without swordsmanship, there is no sword style!"
The virtual and real were suddenly switched, and the image in the preaching mirror was replaced by a vague ideology.
In this picture, the heaven and earth are ethereal, and the aura is colorful.
Everyone else on the scene turned translucent, and even their existence seemed to be erased.
In the battle situation, there is an image of a bright golden dragon and a lonely black building.
On the top of the building, there was a man standing, holding a black sword at an angle, looking at him coldly.
…
"not good!"
The Meisi people rushed out.
He could tell at a glance that Xu Xiaoshou was using the Luo Ying Jie to draw Beibei into an ideological battle, and at the same time he immediately activated his mental sword skills.
His mental sword skills are all critical hits to the ancient sword cultivator!
How could I possibly bear it when I was drunk in the wind?
But as soon as his body was placed in the illusion, in the realm of fallen heroes, Mei Siren saw an excited smell of alcohol, and he could still explain with ease:
"The art of swordsmanship, the gods and Buddhas in front of you!"
"Master Shou took the initiative... No, he was the last to come first, and his sword skills are not related to gods and Buddhas, but have something to do with demonic energy?"
Meisi people were stunned.
This kid...
Even if Xu Xiaoshou didn't target him, the aftermath of his mental swordsmanship could still affect the ancient sword cultivator, not to mention Feng Zhongzui's initiative to intervene in the Luoying Realm.
But he was not affected by the aftermath at all!
His mentality is extremely powerful!
…
"The sword technique of the heart, everything is demonic before your eyes!"
When the missionary mirror transmitted the picture, everyone heard the chilling and chilling sound.
Are you all demons now?
Outsiders couldn't feel it, because Xu Xiaoshou's sword was only aimed at one person.
Beibei, who was the only one targeted, was not emotionally stable to begin with. Looking at him at this glance, his pupils were like earthquakes!
When I see the image of the sword god Gulouying...
Seeing the image on the top of the solitary tower that represented his faith in the "gods and Buddhas", when he turned his head, it was still the same Xu Xiaoshou!
"ah--"
Scarlet and ghost energy invaded Beibei's ideology almost at the same time, and she screamed:
"I'm not defeated!"
"No!"
The dragon's roar suddenly rises and falls in the world of England.
The Emperor's Sword Duzun suddenly burst out with a powerful impact, unexpectedly tearing the first-rate Hongmei third-rate to pieces.
Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but hesitate.
His sword was rushed away by Beibei's inexplicable explosion?
Did it come from her roar? No, it came from the Emperor Sword Sovereign!
…
"Something's wrong..."
Feng Zhongzui had a good sense of fighting and realized something.
The picture in the preaching mirror changes accordingly, and everything returns from false ideology.
The first thing everyone saw was the Bei Sword Immortal who was tainted with black evil energy among the nobles.
Secondly, there is the slightly stunned Shouye.
"Bei Jianxian, have you gone crazy?"
Feng Zhongzui shouted in surprise, somewhat unbelievable, but he asked and answered himself:
"Yes, she is obsessed with it. You may not know that Xu Xiaoshou's mental image of swordsmanship is the image of the 'Sword God'!"
"Such an image has a great impact on the ancient sword cultivator, and I was a little distracted just now."
"But I am a person who, to put it simply, is heartless. To put it more complicated, that is..."
"Shut up!!!" Beibei shouted suddenly.
The Emperor's Sword Duzun, which was stained with black demonic energy, was stabbed into the void by her sword in response.
"boom--"
The golden and black sword waves rolled away.
All the ancient sword cultivators present pulled back and quickly retreated from the battlefield.
Invasion of demonic energy is not a good thing.
Especially the people from Meisi, after glancing at the missionary mirror, countless possibilities flashed through their minds, running faster than a rabbit.
Feng Zhongzui was startled and said in a flurry of words: "I'll shut up for a moment. It's not easy to deal with being possessed. If Bei Jianxian can come out of it, his state of mind will be further deceived. If he can't, maybe it won't be easy."
I'm going to die today..."
"Shut up!!!"
Beibei fiercely pulled out the emperor's sword.
She was able to restrain herself from interfering with those outside the battle, and could only vent her anger on the opponent:
"I! Never! Defeat!"
Buzz!
When the Eight-faced Emperor Sword was pulled out from the space, as if it was pulled out from the scabbard, it disappeared.
The last scene left to everyone was the angry eyes on the Imperial Sword, which suddenly turned scarlet and black, with murderous intent surging!
The situation of the battle suddenly changed.
Beibei suddenly raised his eyes, his whole body was filled with demonic aura, his eyes glowed with golden light, and he actually woke up from being possessed.
With the help of such an enchanted impact...
The Emperor Sword Duzun has not disappeared, but has become one with her!
Xu Xiaoshou thought about this, his pupils condensed, and he saw why. He straightened up Zang Ku, who was so scared that he was curled up on his arm, "Toughen up, it's not like you haven't seen big scenes before!"
Feng Zhongzui was stunned, and couldn't help but pause in his explanation, "This, this is?"
The North Sword Immortal is a Seven Swords Immortal. He can understand why he can come out of the demonic state so quickly.
This person becomes a demon with the help of demonic energy, and defeats the demon with the help of the wrath of the demonic power. When he returns, he wields the will of the demon king and the emperor, and the man and sword merge into one...
So, why wait for swordsmanship?
Fengzhongzui has not yet reached that bold conclusion.
On the horizon, at the feet of the North Sword Immortal, a golden secret formation has slowly spread out!
Above the nine heavens, a faint and ethereal voice came, as emotionless as watching a cud grow:
"The king is not the king and the minister is not the minister..."
"The world is different and people have no ethics..."
"The law is illegal, the Tao is not the Tao..."
"The sword is not a sword. I am the only one who respects you..."
…
boom!
The black gold sword intent that suddenly expanded erupted from the preaching mirror, overturning the ancient sword cultivators from all over the five regions who were watching the battle.
"I am the only one..."
"Exclusively..."
"Respect..."
The echoes echoed throughout the world.
Everyone who heard the sound felt shocked and inexplicable awe.
"What a sword!" Gu Qinger and Gu Qingsan jumped up directly in front of the sword burial mound, staring so hard that their eyeballs were about to be sucked in.
"Elder brother should come and take a look..."
"No! He doesn't need it, but we do!"
"Too."
"What are you talking about..." Some people couldn't understand.
But the sword-mad man had no time to answer, he was completely immersed in the sword intention coming from the preaching mirror.
"A perfect fit..." Su Qianqian held the demon sword Ten Thousand Weapons Demon Lord tightly, her heart twitching involuntarily.
If the tomb-named Chengxue was still there, it would be time to develop such a tacit understanding with myself, right?
…
"Use demons to break laws, use people to break people, do whatever you want, but don't break the rules... Good, she has made progress!"
On the other side, Gou Wuyue stared at the little girl in the mirror and saw through the sword behind the figure.
He held the demon sword Nulan's voice tightly, but there was no trace of envy in his eyes.
"This is……"
Dao Qiongcang, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, turned his head and looked at the indifferent Bazun.
He knew that this man had the deepest understanding of this Tao, and even claimed that he could solve any sword.
"Um."
Ba Zunzhen didn't say anything, just nodded in approval.
…
"boom!"
The sword intent not only penetrated the preaching mirror, but also wreaked havoc on the entire Jade Capital City.
In a land with a radius of tens of thousands of miles, when the swords of the people of the North and North merged into one, and when the overwhelming sound of Taoism emerged, a magnificent imperial palace suddenly rose up.
Thousands of swords gathered in the palace, bowing like ministers, and everyone in the world surrendered.
There were countless swords blaring outside the palace, as if thousands of troops and horses were galloping towards them, riding on the smoke of wolf smoke.
Xu Xiaoshou was trapped alone and helpless.
He could no longer see Mr. Siren, let alone the noisy Feng Zhongzui.
However, he held the hilt of the Zangku sword in one hand and the tip of the Zangku sword in the other, while holding it straight...
With his eyes closed, he felt the mighty imperial grace and endless imperial power, silently digesting the only "perfect fit" he saw.
Suddenly, there was a cold scolding sound in my ears, like a loud bell in an old temple, shaking people's hearts and minds.