"Why is there no sound when swinging the sword? It doesn't look very light either."
Not to mention sharp swords, even sticks cutting through the air will make a hollow sound.
Sikong Changfeng explained somewhat complacently:
"Everyone knows that Qingmu Sword Immortal travels around the world with two swords. He returns to his sect with the Holy Spirit Sword Technique and Ten Thousand Swords. He is invincible when it comes to swordsmanship.
"Even Taoism and medical skills are quite superb, but only a few people know... He wielded the sword at Kenshin Tomb for ten years,
"Who can have such perseverance in practicing just one stance for ten years?"
During the conversation, Jiuge Sword Qi roared to the sky, trying to cut the city in half.
Fang Ping slashed his sword vertically and finally reacted.
"Yin——"
A terrifying sword intent rippled out, with Fang Ping as the center, radiating throughout the entire city of Muliang, like a meteor shower.
This sword struck slowly and quietly, and after a breath of delay, it exploded with enough power to tear the earth apart.
"boom--"
The two sword energies clashed, and Luo Qingyang's slash was less than one percent as good as Fang Ping's, and he was devoured almost instantly.
It is said to be a confrontation, but in fact it is a unilateral crushing.
With a vertical slash, the sword energy continued, pointing directly at the ancient building where Luo Qingyang was.
A hint of horror flashed through the latter's eyes, and he slashed out thirteen swords in one second, trying to neutralize the wandering sword.
But in the end, he still failed.
When the sound of the sky splitting dissipated, Muliang City was filled with fog and dust, like a sandstorm passing by, making it impossible to see.
Fang Ping opened his mouth and said:
"You have been raising swords in the city for more than ten years, and I have been wielding swords in the tomb for ten years. Is this sword acceptable?"
No one in the city responded, so I guess they gave in.
Fang Ping jumped down from the top of the city and said calmly:
"Gu Jianxian said he would not take action."
"...I guess I can't take action anymore," Sikong Changfeng's mouth twitched slightly. He saw the sword clearly, and even Luo Qingyang found it difficult to parry it.
Sure enough, taking Fang Ping with him was the right choice, and it was better to go back and be rewarded with a good life.
"Let's go!"
Sikong Changfeng reined in his horse and turned around, feeling very good.
This trip not only confirmed that Gu Jianxian would not take action, but Fang Ping also wounded him with a sword, so he thought he would be able to live in peace for a while.
Ji Xue also led the horse away. Halfway there, she turned back curiously and looked at Mu Liangcheng, who had been cut in half.
That sword slash was as deep as a chasm, making people intimidated and afraid to approach easily.
Not only is it psychologically difficult to get close, but it is also physically difficult.
In the chasm where the earth splits, there is an ultimate sword intent, which is constantly escaping to the surroundings. It is endless and has the potential to last forever.
At the end of the moat is a ruined city tower.
"Kala——"
Luo Qingyang emerged from the ruins. A huge scar started from his left shoulder and extended to his right hip. Blood gurgled and dyed his clothes red, and slash marks were visible on his ribs.
"What a sword..."
Luo Qingyang struggled to speak out. If he hadn't used his internal strength to tighten the wound, he might have fainted.
Then, he lifted Jiuge and put it in front of his eyes... and saw a big break on the tough and sharp sword blade.
Looking through the gap, I happened to see Tianqianjian Gorge, and the two were perfectly spliced into a picture.
The former is due to his own lack of strength, while the latter is because Fang Ping's sword is as powerful as the sky.
The combination of the two gave Luo Qingyang an illusion:
"If I can cut through the chasm, I can be on an equal footing with him..."
Afterwards, Gu Jianxian began a new path of seclusion.
Although he has never left seclusion for more than ten years.
...
On the other side, Sikong Changfeng asked:
"Fang Ping, why did Luo Qingyang suddenly take action?"
He also saw the meaning of the scabbard. Fang Ping returned the scabbard. Logically speaking, this matter should be over.
Why did a sword energy suddenly come out?
Fang Ping said slowly:
"Maybe he doesn't like me standing at the top of Mu Liang City, or he wants to try my sword."
Sikong Changfeng nodded thoughtfully, thinking that both were possible.
After a long time, Ji Xue separated from the two of them and rushed to the direction of Tianqi City, firstly to record the news obtained today, and secondly, to prepare to welcome King Yong'an.
Fang Ping asked:
"Three City Lords, do you know the general direction of the underground river?"
"Oh? You can live in the world and still can't find them?" Sikong Changfeng said cheerfully.
"It was okay at first, but then Anhe learned the wisdom, changed all weapons, stopped killing prey, and even gave up code communication.
"It's really hard to find."
Fang Ping spread his hands:
"I can't find it, I'm too tired."
Sikong Changfeng unfolded the map, pointed to a location and said:
"The black line is Xiao Se's route to Tianqi, the red circle is the power secretly developed by the Red King, and the white circle is the vassal power of the White King."
Fang Ping took a closer look and found that large and small circles were scattered all over the place, making it difficult to count them at a glance.
Sikong Changfeng pointed to the southwest and said:
"The defense here is relatively weak, and there are few forces of the two kings. If the underground river appears, it will most likely be here.
"But with Tang Lian here and Anhe almost killed by you again, he should be able to handle it."
Fang Ping smiled slightly:
"Master Sikong, please drive your horses safely. I'll go there."
Sikong Changfeng was not surprised, but just curious:
"The leader of Baixiao Hall was here just now, why didn't you ask her? When it comes to news in the world, Spider Web can't compare to them."
"Everything has value. There is a difference between me asking Bai Xiaotang about the whereabouts of the underground river, and them asking me to cure their illness, and the request is to find the underground river.
"The value of the latter is higher and I can get more."
After finishing speaking, Fang Ping closed his eyes, and a misty thought came out of his body, entering a fugue state.
Sikong Changfeng sighed:
"As a kid, I don't feel tired even after thinking so much..."
...
At the same time, somewhere on the official road, a young man in red crossed his arms and stopped a group of well-equipped warriors.
"Get out of the way," Lu Yuzhai said coldly, the spear in his hand flashed with cold light, as if threatening, "Xueyue City Lei Wujie, you have a connection with Wushuang, so get out of the way and I will spare your life."
Lei Wujie's heart sword vibrated, which he inherited from the Sword Heart Tomb:
"The title is wrong."
"?"
Lu Yuzhai raised his eyebrows. He was not an idiot, so how could he remember it wrong?
Suddenly, the sword of the heart was unsheathed, making a loud sound:
"Today, in the name of Xueyue City, I will be the four guardians of Tianqi, ranked in the east, Qinglong!"
Upon hearing this, Lu Yuzhai knew that he could not be persuaded, so he immediately shot out:
"On the road to Wushuang City's revival, only one kind of people will die - those who stand in my way!"
The light of the spear suddenly appeared, and the two sides immediately fought with swords and shots.
Soon, Lu Yuzhai found that he was defeated by Lei Wujie, so he could only... call his companions to join him!
...
On the sand, a thousand cavalrymen were galloping, the speed was staggering.
The fastest army in Beili - Luocheng Army. All soldiers wear light armor and ride on horseback. They are good at surprise attacks and blitzes.
Suddenly, this fastest army stopped.
"General, there is someone blocking the road ahead!"
The man was holding a silver moon spear, and he was dressed in light green clothing, like willow leaves in spring, and looked very heroic.
She swung her gun, drew a straight line in the sand, and proclaimed with her hands on her hips: