Most sword cultivators in the world only practice one natal flying sword. They warm up the flying sword every day in order to achieve the so-called state of unity between human and sword, which is what outsiders call mind-to-mind communication.
The reason for only warming up one flying sword, apart from the fact that it is not easy to warm up multiple flying swords at the same time, is the common understanding among sword cultivators: the natal flying sword is the life and death partner of the sword cultivator, and one is enough.
Based on the above, there are only a few swordsmen in the world who can cultivate several natal flying swords at the same time. The blind old swordsman in front of me showed great talent in swordsmanship when he went up the mountain to practice swordsmanship, otherwise he would not have been able to do so.
His master valued him so much that as soon as he went up the mountain, he gave him a famous sword and a new mirror, placing high hopes on him.
In fact, he has never let down his master. In just a few decades, he has cultivated to the state of Wangyou. He has also cultivated more than one flying sword. He was also in the limelight in the outside world of cultivation at that time.
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It was only after his defeat that he became disheartened and secluded himself for half a year, and his reputation gradually disappeared from the world.
This new mirror is the starting point for the blind old swordsman's swordsmanship. It must be extremely important to his swordsmanship career. Therefore, the first time he used this flying sword was to challenge the Emperor Liang.
Fight with the most cautious attitude.
The new flying sword mirror passed through the wind and snow, and countless sword energy dispersed, blended into the flying snow, and then carried countless flying snow away. It was like there were thousands of flying swords in the sky and earth at the same time, all heading towards the beam.
Although the killing of the emperor is nothing to the naked eye, from the senses it must be an extremely magnificent scene.
Emperor Liang still held up the oil-paper umbrella, and countless flying snow stabbed at the oil-paper umbrella like sharp swords.
When the flying snow came into contact with the umbrella surface, countless tiny grooves instantly appeared on the umbrella surface, as if countless sword tips were pressing against the umbrella surface at the same time, trying to stab downwards.
Emperor Daliang raised his head slightly and looked at the ribs supporting the umbrella surface. The moment he raised his head, several ribs made of green bamboo cracked directly from the middle. Several bamboo strands were floating in front of Emperor Daliang's eyes, looking a little pitiful.
It was just that the umbrella surface was not worn. Emperor Liang's hand holding the handle of the umbrella was slightly hard, and all the flying snow on the umbrella surface was bounced away, and the umbrella surface instantly became straight again!
Return to normal.
However, this scene did not last long. The next moment, the flying sword and the new mirror broke through the flying snow in an instant and hit the oil-paper umbrella.
The sharp sword energy was one step earlier and had already fallen.
And the one-foot-long cold light that accompanies the sword aura is much stronger than the sword aura. It is not a rumor that the Feijian New Mirror says that the sword body is like a mirror.
He really has the grace to illuminate the world.
Looking at the bright sword light, Emperor Liang was not panicked, but smiled and said: "I also heard about the sword fight half a year ago, and everyone said that Gan Jianxian was depressed after that sword fight. Looking at it now, it's all
It's a rumor. After half a century, Gan Jianxian's swordsmanship was far better than before half a century."
Even though the two sides are life-and-death enemies at this moment, since he is the king of the human race, he should have such courage.
Hearing this, the blind old swordsman also had a smile on his face. He said calmly: "I don't expect that this sword can defeat your majesty, and it will be praised by your majesty. That is already good."
As these words were spoken, Feijian Xinjing finally landed on the umbrella!
The tip of the sword touched the umbrella, and the stone bricks under Emperor Liang's feet suddenly shattered, spreading like a spider web in all directions.
Emperor Daliang raised his head and faced the new flying sword through the oil-paper umbrella. He was in a trance for no reason. In fact, when he was still a prince, he had no idea about the throne. Instead, he was interested in the romantic swordsman in the world.
He had a strong yearning, and then found someone to check his qualifications. In fact, even if he went to practice swordsmanship, he would have a good prospect. But as a prince, there were some things he wanted to do that he might not be able to do, so he could only forcefully suppress this idea.
Then as he grew older, he was granted the title of vassal king, and then he raised an army and sat on the dragon throne... these things were long suppressed in his heart and were never mentioned again.
But even so, the Emperor Liang still admired the worldly sword cultivators very much.
Otherwise, we wouldn’t know about that old incident thirty years ago.
Just appreciation for appreciation, but in a real fight, even the most lethal swordsman might not be able to get a good deal under the Emperor of Liang.
Feijian Xinjing was still falling hard, trying to tear open the oil-paper umbrella, but the ribs had collapsed again. It looked like it was about to collapse in an instant. But the next moment, Emperor Liang stretched out his hand and gently held it apart.
The umbrella touched the tip of the flying sword.
A sword cry suddenly sounded.
Then Xin Jing, the flying sword, retreated in panic, staggering as if he had drunk too much.
Finally, the flying sword retreated high into the sky and kept circling, but it stopped falling.
The blind old swordsman's face turned a little pale. Although he could no longer see, he was still facing Emperor Daliang at the moment. He didn't know what he was thinking.
But soon, with the sound of a sword ringing again, another flying sword broke out of the box. This flying sword was completely black, like black coal.
"This sword is called Mo Yun. It is a piece of ancient black iron that I accidentally found when I went down the mountain for the first time. After I brought it back to the mountain, it took seven, seven and forty-nine days to cast it. My master named it Mo Yun.
The original intention is for me to act in a low-key manner and not to be arrogant..."
The blind old swordsman sighed. He was so proud of his success in practice that he thought he had no rivals among his generation. His master saw that he had this tendency, so he used the sword as a warning. It was just that
How could he have thought of these things at that time? With two natal flying swords, he was even more arrogant, which paved the way for the subsequent defeat in the sword fight.
As the flying sword Mo Yun left the box, another flying sword flew out immediately. It was an ancient bronze sword. The patina on the sword body was still there. Looking at it, you knew that it had been around for a long time.
I'm afraid it's hundreds of years if not a thousand years.
"This sword is called Green Pear. I got it by chance while traveling around the world. It should be a relic of a sword cultivator from the previous generation. It is extremely sharp. The sword body is made of bronze. It is not a magical weapon."
The two flying swords rose up in bursts, one behind the other, each hovering.
The blind old swordsman said solemnly: "Half a century ago, I relied on these three flying swords to dominate the world. Now that the new mirror has been defeated, these two swords have to work hand in hand to ask your majesty for advice."
Emperor Daliang said calmly: "Please."
The blind old swordsman nodded slightly, and with a thought in his mind, the two flying swords flew away instantly, one on the left and one on the right, blocking the left and right sides of Emperor Daliang respectively.
These two swords, which represented the most powerful means of the blind old swordsman thirty years ago, soon arrived in front of the oil-paper umbrella. The flying sword Mo Yun, as black as ink, turned around and stabbed Emperor Liang under the umbrella, and
The ancient bronze sword slashed towards the surface of the oil-paper umbrella.
Looking at the dark flying sword that suddenly appeared in front of him, Emperor Liang did not dodge. He stretched out the hand that did not hold up the oil-paper umbrella and stopped in front of the flying sword. The monstrous sword energy was instantly on the tip of the flying sword.
It burst out, but at this moment all the sword energy was blocked outside the oil-paper umbrella. The monstrous sword energy tore apart pieces of space here, but it couldn't move forward at all.
Emperor Liang, who was hiding under the oil-paper umbrella, seemed to be hiding in a solid barrier. Even the huge waves outside could not shake him in the slightest.
In fact, the blind old swordsman had discovered this a long time ago, otherwise he would not have thought of cutting open the oil-paper umbrella as soon as he came up. Even if Xin Jing was defeated at this moment, his second sword attack would still let the green pear continue to do it.
Things that new mirrors couldn't do before.
Just when Feijian Moyun was fighting against Emperor Daliang, the ancient bronze sword had already torn a long gash in the umbrella.
The sword energy poured out.
The umbrella ribs suddenly shattered.
The entire oil-paper umbrella was falling apart at this moment, looking extremely miserable.
Qingli took this opportunity to cut open the handle of the umbrella held by Emperor Daliang, and slid all the way down. Finally, when the sword energy hit her, she was about to fall on Emperor Daliang's arm.
Without the oil-paper umbrella, Emperor Liang reappeared between heaven and earth.
But this scene made the three people here breathe a sigh of relief instantly.
At this point in the war, the burly man with the Buddhist Vajra was unable to force the Emperor of Liang in front of him out of the oil paper umbrella. The same was true of the blind old swordsman's first sword. That was because of the will of the Emperor of Liang, but
Now that the oil-paper umbrella is broken, does it mean that the will of Emperor Liang is also broken?
Since he can't even maintain his own will, how can he not be defeated?
It can be said that the current changes have allowed all three of them to see the opportunity to win.
The blind old swordsman thought again, and the two flying swords brought endless sword energy and flew towards the Emperor of Liang.
He believed that in this battle, he was gradually gaining the upper hand, and the offensive and defensive momentum would soon be reversed.
But that's not the case.
Emperor Liang always held the handle of the umbrella. The umbrella cover was gone, but the handle was still in his hand.
Facing the two flying swords flying towards him, he did not hide, he just held the handle of the umbrella in his hand and swatted at the dark flying sword Mo Yun.
The flying sword was unable to dodge, and perhaps it was not even thought of.
After all, what’s so great about an umbrella handle?
But how could the umbrella handle in Emperor Liang's hand be ordinary?
The umbrella handle slapped the jet-black flying sword, and instantly several terrifying auras surged out, but at the same time, countless sword auras also emerged at the same time.
In just a very short period of time, a war broke out here.
But a moment later, a wail sounded, and the jet-black flying sword flew out and hammered into a stone wall!
The blind old swordsman had a complicated expression and an ugly face. The flying sword was connected to his mind. If the flying sword was damaged, he would naturally not get any benefits.
But when he was about to control another flying sword, he found that the ancient bronze sword had also been knocked away by the umbrella handle and fell into the snow.
Emperor Daliang fought off the two flying swords and then said: "The fourth sword hidden in the box is the insight of Gan Jianxian, right?"
The blind old swordsman didn't say a word. He just took off the sword box and placed it horizontally in front of him. He put his palm on the sword box and heard the buzzing sound of the sword.
"Half-Jiauzi doesn't care about worldly affairs. Everyone thinks that there is no more sword immortal Gan Yong in the world. But after I became blind, the sword's heart became clear. The next half-Jiazi is far better than the previous half-jiazi."
The blind old swordsman sighed softly: "The flying sword I forged in half a century is called Zhaoxia. The flowers bloom again and no one is young anymore, but I seem to have seen the scene of my youth again after forging the sword."
Emperor Daliang suddenly asked: "If we were to fight with the Sword Sect Sword Immortal at this moment, what are the chances of Gan Jianxian winning?"
The blind old swordsman said calmly: "If there are only the first three swords, I may not be able to kill him if I use them a hundred times. But with the fourth sword, if I throw it out with one sword, if he is still in the same condition as before, he will naturally be killed."
You will die by my sword!"
Emperor Liang nodded slightly and stopped talking.
The blind old swordsman gradually became a little more casual. He patted the sword box and said cheerfully: "Get out of the box!"
