Chapter Six Chapter 154 Wu Gui Kai Nian Liu Fanghu, Sword Tower
Chapter 1508 Chapter 1504 Wu Gui Kai Nian Liu Fanghu, Sword Tower Successor Ancient Sword Steps
"Cursed, passive value, +1, +1, +1..."
Well, Xu Xiaoshou, you actually have such thoughts!
As soon as Lei Xi'er's ultimate demonic body was opened, it swallowed up a large amount of life force, her mind retreated, and Mu Zixi came out.
She's not good at fighting, but she's great at catching Xu Xiaoshou's pigtails!
"you……"
But before he could say more, Xu Xiaoshou turned around and said "poof" before grabbing the twin ponytails and added:
"Don't overthink it!"
"It means that I will go back to the Sword Tower with her, or she will go back to the first floor of the Sky with me."
Before Mu Zixi could even take a step forward, he was choked with suffocation.
Looking back, Feng Zhongzui pointed the preaching mirror at herself again. Her eyes widened, "Why are you looking at me? I'm not an ancient sword cultivator. I'm looking at them, so I'll look at them clearly!"
I was frightened by the wind and quickly moved the preaching mirror away.
Why does it suddenly look like a different person...
No, it’s just a different person!
Preaching mirror faced another rightful owner, Liu Fuyu, who was about to fight. Liu Fuyu naturally didn't think much about it. After thinking about it, he said:
"good."
good?
It's so simple, are you willing to come with me?
Are you very confident, Miss Liu... Xu Xiaoshou rolled his eyes, thinking that this woman is easy to deceive, and was about to continue speaking, asking if this battle could be postponed for a while...
Liu Fuyu is not a person who likes nonsense.
The guard in his hand was tilted in front of his chest, he pushed it with his thumb and raised the sword grid.
"Buzz!"
A cyclone spreads beneath my feet.
Suddenly, the flying snow froze in the sky, blooming with a cold sword intent. Many ancient swordsmen and swordsmen were everywhere, and they all made the sound of swords.
The sound of these swords is not like the sound of resistance after being temporarily requisitioned, like the sound of Beibei just now, but "response", "encouragement" and "encouragement"!
"coming……"
Drunk in the wind, it was still a bit of a joke, but he suddenly entered the state as if he had sobered up, and his tone became much more serious:
"What an amazing sword power!"
"To popularize it for everyone, there is one ancient swordsmanship that is not difficult to get started with, but the threshold for invisibility is very high. There are few swordsmanships that can be used by ancient swordsmen in actual combat - Hidden Swordsmanship."
"There are eighteen sword schools in ancient swordsmanship, each of which is divided into two realms. Only the love swordsmanship and the hidden swordsmanship are the most special. The former has three realms, while the latter has only one realm - the unsheathed sword."
A snowflake was drunkenly twisted in the wind, and my fingertips were pricked until they bled.
The invisible air pressure on the battlefield increased, and his speaking speed became faster and his tone became more serious:
"The unsheathed sword is extremely difficult to use!"
"In today's era, most of the hidden swordsmanship is used as 'sword sealing'. Some people have been writing letters for years or decades, just for the blockbuster sword. This is actually a very one-sided understanding of the 'hidden swordsmanship'."
"In the ancient era of sword cultivators, most ancient sword cultivators used this sword style to 'open the sword', that is, to maintain the sword in the normal state, and to explode it in the wartime state."
"The 'Open Sword' is very similar to the 'Sword Qi' in the Sword Tomb, but it is fundamentally different, because its explosion is not to hurt people, but to invigorate the spirit, happiness, and momentum... Liu Fuyu is like this!"
No matter how much I say it, I feel nothing.
Drunken in the wind, the picture in the preaching mirror was enlarged and fixed on Liu Fuyu's picturesque eyebrows.
But when I saw this woman's eyes were slightly focused, she was in a state of selflessness, her sword robe was raised, and she was dancing in hunting. As she opened the sword, there was a high-spirited and fanatical fighting spirit in her body, and the sharp sword was unsheathed.
This kind of posture is completely different from the graceful image where she cherished her words like gold just now!
"There's something..."
Xu Xiaoshou's playful remarks about "prolonging the war" came to his lips and he swallowed them back.
He could feel that the gains from fighting Liu Fuyu would definitely be greater than fighting Beibei.
Beibei is a product of ancient sword cultivators in this era. He has high talent, good resources, strong swordsmanship, and the type of person who can conquer demons and demons.
It is undeniable that this also has merits, but compared to Liu Fuyu's...
Liu Fuyu’s ancient sword cultivator is a bit too ancient!
Her aura doesn't seem to be one that could be cultivated in the spirit refining era, it's like the kind that can only be seen in paintings of swordsmen in ancient times.
Xu Xiaoshou was not the only one to feel the use of the unsheathed sword in one move. Mei, Feng, Sheep, Gu, Lei and other ancient sword cultivators who were watching the battle also gained something from it.
"It's been a while since I've seen Kaijian. You Lao and Wen Ting like to use it the most, and they study it the most deeply." Feng Tingchen recalled.
"The Sword Guard of the Sword Tower teaches the most orthodox way of the Sword God..." Mei Siren muttered to himself, "Compared to her, we may all be just sword cultivators, but she is the real ancient sword cultivator."
Feng Tingchen was stunned for a moment and stopped talking.
"Oh, I'm sorry, you are too." Mei Siren turned around and gave him a look in embarrassment, indicating that he did not mean to look down on the heir of the Sword Tower.
The spiritual master in front of the Five Realms Missionary Mirror's eyes were also eager.
Compared with the Emperor Sword Tianjie, there is a tall and magnificent picture like the Four Swords Tianjie.
This was the first time that they could clearly read the kind of aura that only ancient sword cultivators had from a simple movement.
"When the wind stops and the snow stops, I open my sword and forget myself..."
"Back then, I wanted to learn swordsmanship because I saw Wen Jianxian's artistic conception of a swordsman who couldn't eat the fireworks of this world. Unfortunately, thirty years have passed and I still haven't realized the innate sword intention."
"I seem to know why Gu Jianxiu always pretends. Just based on this skill, I feel that her strength is not inferior to Master Shou?"
"Unsheathed sword? Liu Fuyu? Looking forward to..."
"Shouye fuck her!"
…
"Being watched, passive value, +1."
"Locked, passive value, +1."
"Being restrained, passive value, +1."
"Under attack, passive value, +1."
Four messages popped up in the information bar in an instant, just because of a "open sword".
Xu Xiaoshou no longer felt "something", but "a bit stressed".
Liu Fuyu’s eyes are so hot!
Compared to hers, Xu Xiaoshou actually felt that the power of the Holy Emperor, which he needed time to cultivate, had not yet been condensed and formed, and he was being led away by the other party!
not only that……
"being attacked?"
Xu Xiaoshou felt a pain in his cheek and stretched out his hand to wipe it, but nothing happened - it was not his skin that was hurt!
He felt a stabbing pain in his ear again, and subconsciously covered it, pinching it in an attempt to relieve it, but it was like scratching an itch, and the more he pinched it, the more discomfort he felt.
"Soul attack?"
After some luck with the ghost swordsmanship, I discovered that it was not the soul that was injured.
His body and soul were unharmed, and his mental will was extremely normal, but he was attacked...
My anger, my will, my momentum, are they injured?
No, how could this level of "injury" be fed back to my body?
Xu Xiaoshou felt attacked by a very familiar force, but he couldn't tell what it was...
At this moment, an exclamation came from the distance:
"read!"
"It's such a pure mind, does it really have no attributes? What a wonderful control..."
It turns into self-murmur again:
"Besides dad and me, is there anyone who understands oppression?"
As soon as this sound came out, many ancient sword cultivators present who were still thinking about how the power of "opening a sword" could be so sharp, all looked back.
But I saw a burly little giant running on the mountain in the distance, and it turned out to be Cao Erzhu.
Cao Erzhu felt a little weak after being stared at by so many semi-saints.
What my father said is indeed correct. Taixu are all dogs. Half-saints are everywhere, and every one of them has mysteries. The spirit refining world is too scary. You really can’t join in the fun!
With this kind of thinking, after being beaten away by Xuanji Xingshi, Cao Erzhu simply faded out of the battlefield. Brother Shou could handle it by himself anyway.
It was only now that he saw the oppressive Tetsushinian that he couldn't help but reveal himself and wanted to make new friends.
"Is this also the Divine Thought?"
Meisi people looked away from Erzhu, not doubting that he was there.
Looking back at Liu Fuyu, I finally realized that this was similar to the aura and coercion after "opening the sword" and the pressure brought by the sword elephant.
It's just that the former puts more emphasis on the real sense of oppression, while the sword elephant puts more emphasis on attack power. There is still a slight difference.
"Oppressive type?"
Drunken eyes lit up in the wind.
This looks like another big shot, and he also understands spiritual thoughts?
While carrying the preaching mirror, he landed next to Cao Erzhu, "Brother, do you know how to understand the spirit?"
Cao Erzhu waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, I only understand a little bit..."
"Then tell everyone about it?"
"Ah, this... Dad said that there are six types of Shen Nian, basic type, possession type, domain type, release type, oppression type, and manipulation type. This Miss Liu is a very typical oppression type, forcing her purely with her willpower.
People who have cultivated to the depths can open their eyes and destroy the saints..."
Feng Zhong was stunned. What happened? Do you really dare to tell me?
Are you still talking eloquently?
Are there six types of spiritual thoughts?
Did you give it to your dad?
You come here with your mouth open, do you think your father is Que Lei Han? You dare to talk about these things without shame. Even the Eighth Sword Immortal dare not say that his second-generation Toshen Nian Jian Nian has six transformations... states...
Feng Zhongzui's thoughts suddenly stopped, and his hands suddenly trembled:
"Brother, what's your surname?"
"My surname is Cao... Oh, my surname is Luo, and my name is Luo Shitou." Cao Erzhu scratched his head.
Bang!
The missionary mirror in Feng Zhongzui's hand fell to the ground, and he looked up blankly at the big man.
He was not the only one, Feng Tingchen, Yang Xizhi, Lei Shuangxing, Xuan Wuji and other latecomers turned around in shock, and either looked or looked at this little giant who was hiding his ears and stealing his bell.
In the missionary mirror images across the five regions, only the sky and the frozen white snow were left. The next moment, everyone rioted collectively.
"Damn it, pick up the mirror. You damn drunkard. Why did you broadcast this? I haven't seen him clearly yet!"
"There are still six types of Shen Nian? No... what did I see? Is that Que Leihan's son?"
"After the Tenth Seat!"
"It's really the first ten-seat descendant! Quilehan actually has a son? I, I, I... I'm crazy, I still want to marry him, and there is a ten-seat son to watch at the scene? I think
Come over! My son can do it too!"
…
The world on the other side of the preaching mirror cannot interfere with the on-site battle situation.
Liu Fuyu pushed away the guard, his sword intention rising steadily as the sword was unsheathed inch by inch, and then he murmured to himself:
"I held a sword at the age of three, entered Taoism at the age of six, and watched swordsmanship in the Sword Tower for twenty-four years."
"Among the nine swordsmanships, except for the Love Swordsmanship, which still lacks the firepower, the others have gained something."
The cold voice, although it was a whisper, resonated with the snowflake sword energy and spread outside.
Mei Siren, Feng Tingchen and other ancient sword cultivators turned their heads in time and looked at the battlefield.
Feng Zhongzui picked up the missionary mirror, not daring to take any more random photos, so I got the battlefield footage.
Xu Xiaoshou also didn't quite understand what she meant. While feeling this unique oppressive mind-piercing thought and comparing it with Kui Leihan's, he said:
"so?"
Liu Fuyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he pulled out the guard until only half a finger was left from the sheath. The sword's intention was twisting and turning in the inner pocket, and its evolution reached its peak.
For a moment, the sound was as cold as the wind and snow, and the ice soul was biting:
"The sword guards of the sword tower have never fought with the world since ancient times."
"Since I am so blessed, I have been able to practice swordsmanship for ten times as long as you, and I still need to take you back to the building. I should limit myself to my own realm, and I can't do it with all my heart..."
Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.
He did understand this.
Liu Fuyu believed that the descendants of Jianlou were extremely powerful and wanted to fight him despite his level?
"No need!"
He interrupted with a smile, "You have the sword tower, and I am not without support. Since you want to fight, just do it with all your strength. There is no need to tie your hands and feet."
This underestimated Liu Fuyu's determination.
"Keng!"
When the intention to protect the sword in his hand reached the extreme and seemed to explode, Liu Fuyu returned the sword to its sheath.
brush.
The frozen snow in the sky is like time being suspended and returning to its slowly falling state.
After Liu Fuyu sheathed his sword, his momentum increased instead of decreasing. The air waves exploded under his feet. The black hair tied up in the bamboo hairpin fell down to his waist, and his eyes shot out a dark sword light.
"You are not good at Wu Jian Shu and Ghost Sword Technique. I will fight you with Wu Jian Shu and Ghost Sword Technique."
Xu Xiaoshou was startled after hearing this.
How do you know I'm not good at this... No, I'm pretty good at these two, just dream about it!
"what ever."
Ancient sword cultivators are all stubborn. Since trying to persuade him once was useless, Xu Xiaoshou would not force himself.
He had just uncovered the hidden pain, and thought for a moment that this girl was so conceited, maybe she should be taught a lesson with Four Swords or Yan Python...
Suddenly, Liu Fuyu put Hu down!
Just put it under your feet!
"What do you mean?" Xu Xiaoshou's eyelids twitched wildly.
Liu Fuyu's red lips flashed:
"No sword skills."
The ancient sword cultivators at the scene and the spectators outside the preaching mirror were all ignited and exploded.
"So crazy!"
"She is crazier than Master Shou!"
"This person named Liu doesn't speak much. Is she really capable? Don't wait until she gets beaten up by Master Shou!"
"I feel the contempt. Master Shou, why don't you get tougher and teach her a lesson?"
Okay, okay... Xu Xiaoshou was very happy.
No swordsmanship teaching bureau?
You Liu Fuyu want to teach me how to behave?
He was blocked for a moment and didn't know how to speak. He could only sigh and said that he was indeed an ancient sword cultivator, and there was no one who couldn't pretend.
The situation is tense!
When the atmosphere of the battlefield is stirred up to the extreme with a few words, the opponent can calmly bow his hand and say in salute:
"Jianlou, Liu Fuyu."
Xu Xiaoshou also suppressed the anger in his chest, put away the pain, and said calmly:
"The first floor in the sky, Xu Xiaoshou."
The image of the preaching mirror suddenly expanded, encompassing the entire battlefield, because Feng Zhongzui also knew no swordsmanship.
"brush!"
Just for a moment.
On the old site of Yujing City, every snowflake exploded with astonishing "thoughts", as if it was endowed with "spirit".
The flying snow turned into a snowstorm, dancing wildly.
The snowstorm blurred everyone's vision, and the picture in the missionary mirror suddenly changed.
Then on Liu Fuyu's side, only a hanging green sword robe was left, and a cold voice spread:
"No swordsmanship..."
"No Self·Sword Step!"
Xu Xiaoshou, whose senses were widened, froze suddenly.
At this moment, he lost sight of Liu Fuyu, and could only see her clothes that were hanging down and torn to pieces by the sword energy.
At the same time, all the ancient sword cultivators on the edge of the battlefield were moved, and even the Meisi people couldn't help but take a half step forward, with shocked expressions on their faces.
Feng Zhongzui hugged the preaching mirror, shouting wildly and retreating, for fear of being involved in the battlefield:
"Sword step? Ancient sword step?"
"Is it the long-lost ancient sword step, the ancient sword step of the Sword God Gu Louying?"