The disciples of the Sword Sect were originally shocked by the extremely powerful sword power that had never appeared before. Suddenly, they felt several sword intentions rising in the sky and the earth, and they quickly walked out of the cave to check.
"It seems to have come from several major spiritual peaks."
"Is there a venerable man competing with swords?"
Venerable Guan Guang proudly looked at the sword intent appearing everywhere, and laughed and said, "The more people there are in the sword dance, the better it is. If the Emperor of Immortality doesn't mind, I will call some more people."
"random."
"Hahaha, the Sword Sect disciples are here!"
"Yes!" The swordsmen from all peaks responded loudly, their anger rising into the sky, and their clanging sound like swords striking each other.
"Now we will compete with the Emperor Changsheng in terms of sword power. You may want to give it a try!"
"What I wish for!"
"Okay, let's play swordplay together. Please hold on a little longer and don't lose face in front of the guests!"
The disciples of the Sword Sect are most passionate about swordsmanship. After hearing this, their fighting spirit was raging, and the sky in the Spring and Autumn Period, which could change according to their mood, also became hot, as if it had become a furnace.
There are actually not many disciples in the sect, but they are all the second and third generations of top monks and their direct lineage, or outstanding disciples who came to study from branch lines.
These people have either inherited the swordsmanship of the second generation or are the ancestors of the new sword lineage. Most of them are venerables, and a small number are Heavenly Lords and True Lords who are still learning swordsmanship.
At this moment, nearly 1,600 sword intentions are contending, which is so spectacular.
Yan Weishan, a disciple of Master Quzhi Jian Wuning, watched his master practice sword moves on the top of the mountain, and something complicated flashed through his heart.
He couldn't help but recall the emperor he met in Tianzun Palace. Her roots were no secret in the eyes of high-level monks. She was Yi Zhan, the former crown prince of the Mortal Kingdom. He had also met her.
Who knew that the child he had scolded when he traveled to China had already found a new way of swordsmanship, while he was still groping in his master's way of swordsmanship.
What did you say at that time?
I saw her using the enlightenment book to recruit mortals to cut down trees and create things for her, so I scolded her for making three mistakes: the first was opportunistic, the second was not following the rules of her disciples, and the third was taking advantage of mortals' pursuit of the Tao.
But she replied that I used my things in exchange for what I wanted. They used their abilities in exchange for knocking on the door. Who was opportunistic?
Until today, when he thought about that incident, he also thought that she wanted to build a house for herself to live in, but instead of doing it herself, she tried to trick others, which was not beneficial to her spiritual practice.
A swordsman's eyes are on the sword and his heart is on the sword. What he talks about is a true word, and what he practices is to move forward unremittingly and practice hard. How can he advocate a profit-filled and speculative approach, which will only make people unable to hold the sword in their hands steadily.
But looking at this person now, it seems that her hands are always behind her back, her mouth is used to give orders, and she sticks to the rule of "beguiling others" to the end, so she has become a high-ranking emperor.
By the way, he realized the imperial sword and used it to decorate his authority.
Yanwei Shanyan said that a song is a song, and a straight song is a straight song. But Zhan Changfeng made him realize that what he thought was a song was not necessarily a song, and what he thought was a straight song was not necessarily straight.
There are so many roads, who is qualified to tell another person how to go?
After he figured this out, his mood suddenly became enlightened. He knew that he was suitable for the straight and straight swordsmanship. However, the leaves on a tree are different. If he wants to inherit the master's lineage, he must also develop it. This is the way.
The long-lasting way of inheritance.
Venerable Qu Zhi Jian Wu Ning keenly noticed that his sword intention had some personal characteristics, and with a look of satisfaction on his face, he deliberately lowered his sword power to give him room to practice.
There are more than a thousand mountain peaks, and all the swords are dancing in unison, their intentions and momentum have nothing to do with each other, and they are competing for the edge, directly shaking the mountain guarding formation, showing their majesty in the misery of the Spring and Autumn Period, and attracting the attention of monks from all sects.
After half a stick of incense, True Lord and Heavenly Lord Swordsman gradually fell down under the powerful sword power of the Venerable. However, they were not discouraged. They calmed down their excitement, understood each sword intention, learned from each other's strengths, and even achieved enlightenment in many cases.
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After another half day, those with strong sword power became extremely strong, while those with weak sword power gradually lost strength. Many venerables regretfully sheathed their swords and stared at the swordsmanship that was still being practiced.
"The Immortal Emperor's newly acquired Dao marks are not far behind others. He has undoubtedly developed a powerful line of swordsmanship."
"But who can learn such imperial power?"
The eyes of the swords were all burning.
Unable to bear the pressure, Yan Weishan wiped his sweat and sheathed his sword. He stared at his master with fiery eyes, carefully trying to figure out the essence of the Quzhi Sword. Suddenly, an inappropriate thought came to his mind.
How could he remember that when he was in China, the kid named Yi Zhan practiced the basic sword techniques of the Sword Sect?
Looking towards the Lingwu Peak, which no one had ever climbed up before, he saw a shadow of golden light dancing with a sword, as if he wanted to hold the entire world in his palm, and it struck his heart like a thunderbolt from the clear sky.
She, she can't be the direct descendant of the Sword Ancestor, right?
No, no, no, if it was a direct inheritance, why didn't Sword Ancestor clear her name?
Yan Weishan attributed all of this to chance, but he didn't know that the sword of vicissitudes of life is the supreme master, the sword of annihilation is the master of no reason, the sword of freedom is irrelevant, the sword of straight and straight is the master of no peace, and the sword of keeping the middle is the master of no shame.
, will perform swordplay with her together. In addition to sparring, there are also some unspeakable thoughts.
In the past, many disciples, including them, asked Sword Ancestor for the empty peak, but Sword Ancestor said that it was reserved for the second generation.
They also think that they will have a junior brother or junior sister.
However, the peak has a name, but no one.
Sword Ancestor and Zhan Changfeng didn't seem to know each other. They didn't ask or tell each other, just treating this sword show as a competition between fellow sects!
After practicing the sword for a long time, the three and four generations of venerables couldn't raise their hands. Looking around, only the second generation and Zhan Changfeng were left holding on.
Undoubtedly, this also proves the strength of the second generation.
Xiaoyao Jian Guanguan shouted, "Senior Brother Wuchang, after all the swordsmanship is over, who can compete? Why don't you stand up and let the guests see the majestic swordsmanship!"
The Master of Impermanence remained silent and his eyes were calm, like a man who had returned after a long life, building a house on the cliff and fishing. He used up all his moves and stabbed with a sword, all the way through the past and present, showing everything, and the vicissitudes of life!
The sky in the east is steep and dark, the hollow wind seems to be blowing from the ruins, all dharma is silent, and the ten directions are in silence!
Irrelevant, the venerable master freely draws out his sword, thousands of swords and green lotuses, the shapes and shadows are both virtual and real, boundless and free, the heart is the heaven and the earth, everything is me!
Venerable Wu Ning's eyes gleamed, he stood up, transformed into tens of thousands of people, and his sword power was overwhelming, vast and boundless.
It had been a long time since the disciples of the Sword Sect had seen the second-generation Venerable take action. They were so excited that their hearts almost jumped out of their chests. Then they saw Venerable Wuning, who was guarding the sword, quietly sacrificing a sword. He was moderate and peaceful, but quietly melted away all the various paths.
Sword Intention! The sky in the east is dark and the hollow wind seems to be blowing from the ruins. All dharma has lost its voice and the ten directions are in silence! The irrelevant venerable has taken out his sword freely, and thousands of swords and green lotuses have formed shapes and shadows that are both virtual and real. They are boundless and free, and their hearts are there.
Heaven and earth, everything is mine!
Venerable Wu Ning's eyes gleamed, he stood up, transformed into tens of thousands of people, and his sword power was overwhelming, vast and boundless.
It had been a long time since the disciples of the Sword Sect had seen the second-generation Venerable take action. They were so excited that their hearts almost jumped out of their chests. Then they saw Venerable Wuning, who was guarding the sword, quietly using his sword. It was moderate and peaceful, but it quietly melted away all the ways.