Lei Wujie spoke suspiciously and subconsciously glanced at Ye Ruoyi.
The latter nodded:
"It's a sword dance, but I've never seen it before."
Everyone was silent for a moment and looked at Xie Xuan aside.
What even Xiao Se and Ye Ruoyi don't know, only the more knowledgeable Confucian Sword Immortal knows.
The latter sighed slightly and explained:
"The eleven-style sword dance created by Luo Qingyang takes more than half an hour from beginning to end. Its full name is Jiu Ge!
"The first nine movements of the eleven-style sword dance have the same name as the gods in ancient mythology. According to the different characteristics of the gods, the temperament of the sword dance is different. It must be said that Luo Qingyang is very talented.
"The nine gods are Donghuang Taiyi, Yunzhongjun, Xiangjun, Xiangfu, Da Siming, Shaosiming, Dongjun, Hebo, and Shangui.
"Now, we should jump to the Hunan Army style. The last two styles are sad and powerful, the sword is powerful, and the country is in ruins with one sword."
Xie Xuan looked below his eyes and sighed again:
"It has jumped to the fifth form of Grand Command."
Li Fansong asked the master why he sighed, and the latter replied:
"Because starting from this move, it's all a killer move."
After the voice fell, everyone looked at Xie Xuan again. The latter no longer sighed, but nodded firmly:
"I know, he won't die."
Xie Xuan is a Confucian and loves talents, so of course he does not want Wushuang to die. And Luo Qingyang should do the same, otherwise Wushuang will not be able to survive three moves under his hands.
The reason why he is murderous...is because of the Red King.
At the same time, Luo Qingyang spoke midway through his sword dance:
"The flying sword skills in Wushuang City are very exquisite, but the swordsman should nourish his sword with awe-inspiring righteousness. If you nourish your sword with blood, what you raise is a magic sword, which is not the right way.
"And I don't have a real sword in my hand. After all, it's a little short of a fire."
Hearing this, Wushuang raised his eyebrows:
"The sword in my hand? I have it."
As soon as Luo Qingyang showed his doubts, he saw Wushuang holding his hand empty and grabbing the sword box:
"Suzaku!"
"Come-!"
A shrill and demonic cry was heard, and the thirteenth sword flew out from the Peerless Sword Box.
It's body is fiery red, and the sword's head is engraved with a phoenix flying out of the fire - the Ming Dynasty Suzaku!
The moment the sword came out, the field was soaked in red, like a red moon descending.
Lei Wujie exclaimed:
"The thirteenth flying sword! Why is it so similar to the master's killing sword?"
"Because the Killing Sword is an imitation sword of the Ming Dynasty Zhuque," Xie Xuan said calmly.
At this time, the Ming Dynasty Suzaku rose through the air, and then returned to Wu Shuang, but the latter did not hold the hilt of the sword, but directly grabbed the blade!
Blood flowed from Wushuang's palm and merged into the sword body, making the Ming Dynasty Suzaku even more red.
"What is he doing?" Li Fansong asked.
"Feed the sword with blood."
Xie Xuan said calmly:
"The Ming Dynasty Suzaku and the other twelve flying swords are all made by ghost sword masters. They are fed by blood and the swords are endowed with spirituality. Moreover, they are different from the sword hearts in Kenshin Tomb.
"The flying sword fed with blood is evil and strange, and has a strong murderous aura. It is for this reason that the Ming Dynasty Suzaku has another name,
"——Devil Sword!"
Lei Wujie took a deep breath and said in a suspicious tone:
"My heart sword is exquisite, an unparalleled sword demon, one good and one evil... Could this be our old enemy?"
Xiao Se shook his head:
"Whether it is good or evil is decided by the sword wielder. Do you think Wushuang is a bad person?"
"...That's not true."
At the same time, many people were eyeing this 'demon sword', and the Red King even wanted to snatch it. Such a domineering sword was worthy of him.
In the field, Luo Qingyang saw that Wushuang's eyes were red and there were faint signs of losing control, so he said:
"Whether the person controls the sword or the sword controls the person depends on your mind.
"Dongjun."
The sword danced, the nine songs fell, and Luo Qingyang resumed his offensive.
On the other hand, Wushuang's evil red eyes changed, the crazy color faded away, and his eyes turned pure again, and then he handed out a sword, followed by twelve flying swords.
Just hearing the sound of swords, the two of them crossed each other.
Neither of them moved, only one of them fluttered down.
It belongs to Luo Qingyang.
The whole place was in commotion again. Is this young man just one step away from hurting Gu Jianxian?
Wushuang said proudly:
"My talents are destined to be useful, and the sword's heart is clear. How can I, Wushuang, be controlled by a sword?"
Luo Qingyang showed admiration on his face, and all the swordsmen were excited. They were extremely lucky to witness this battle.
But beneath the surface of excitement, there are undercurrents.
Wushuang's strength was beyond imagination. Half of the people in the field did not want him to leave alive, including Xiao Yu's faction, such as Luo Qingyang, Jin Xuan, and Long Xie.
Xiao Chong is also aware of this, but how to take Wushuang away?
"call--"
Suddenly there was a wind in the field, Luo Qingyang waved his sword and stepped forward, his momentum changed from soft to fierce, and even to great power!
Xie Xuan frowned and stood up:
"National Memorial, he jumped directly to National Memorial!"
Hearing this, everyone was startled:
"Is this the National Memorial Sword Dance?"
I saw Luo Qingyang dancing with nine songs, and the wind of the sword rose with it, and the desolate sword force spread quickly, like thousands of strong men hiding behind the curtain, beating drums with sledgehammers, roaring hoarsely in pain, and filled with grief.
Angry, sad, and hesitant.
Xie Xuan added:
"The National Sword Dance, second only to the Spirit of Ceremony, is Luo Qingyang's second most powerful swordsmanship."
Blood-drinking Suzaku, Nine Songs of National Mourning, two extremely powerful swords slashing each other!
The fiery red bird flashed, and the long sword Jiuge trembled, silently and breathlessly, as if there was no touch.
The next moment, Jiu Ge suddenly unsheathed the Ming Suzaku and the other twelve swords, and the sword box was closed heavily.
"Who won?" Li Fansong asked.
Yeah, who won?
Everyone wants to know the answer, who of the two won?
It wasn't until Wushuang knelt down and coughed up blood, his clothes burst, and blood stains bloomed on his muscular body, that everyone knew...
Or Lone Sword Immortal is even better.
Luo Qingyang sighed:
"Your talent is extremely high. If you practice for ten more years or enter the Mystic Realm of Immortality, you should be able to agree to me... What a pity."
It's a pity that he won't have "ten years" anymore.
It's a pity that he is too young to use the power of the Unparalleled Sword Box.
It's a pity that such a good swordsman will die today.
"bass--"
As soon as he said it, Luo Qingyang suddenly handed out a sword, Jiu Ge pointed directly at Wu Shuang's eyebrows, and killed him on the spot.
"Ding--"
A crisp sound came out, and an ordinary sword blade stretched out, trembling against Jiu Ge.
"Why?"
Xie Xuan held the sword and refused to retreat:
"Because it's a pity that Brother Luo is willing to break such a beautiful jade?"
"I have my reasons," Luo Qingyang said firmly.
"Brother Luo asked the sword world in Tianqi, and the reason also included killing Wushuang?" Xie Xuan asked back.
The latter thought for a moment, shook his head and said:
"Originally I only killed one person, waited for another person, and found another person. Now there is just one more person."
The corners of Xie Xuan's lips curled up:
"The person you want to kill has a lot of help, but with Brother Luo's strength, it is not difficult.
"Those who have been waiting are now in the north and have not been heard from for three months. I'm afraid it will be difficult to wait.
"And it's even more difficult to find that person.
"As for one more person to kill..."
Before the former could finish speaking, Luo Qingyang interrupted: