Volume 2: The Spiritual Sea Chapter 40: The Holy Vessel
The sparring between Wu Xiu and Xue Qie didn't take long, and Xue Qie was able to adapt to Wu Xiu's strength and make some appropriate counterattacks based on it.
At this moment, the two swords were like weighing a thousand pounds in his hands. This was a sign of imminent exhaustion. Even the remaining strength of the giant hammer in his hands could be clearly felt, and the soreness was going back and forth in his muscles.
Stirring to taste.
Xue Qie felt very happy, because the word-breaking technique exerted in this state was the most real power.
If the whole body is weak and unable to perform the word-breaking technique, then his practice will be in vain. The real power lies in the invisible explosion.
Wu Xiu was shocked when he saw the rapid changes in Xue Qie.
In the Duanzi Jue, the sword that is swung must be formed by a vortex of sword energy, which continuously condenses and spins in the air into a vortex of sword energy. This must be supported by sufficient strength and spiritual energy.
It has been brewing for a long time, and now Xueqie is sure to be able to deliver this blow.
"Brother Xiu, this is the last blow." Xue Qie raised the swords in both hands and smiled confidently at Wu Xiu.
"bring it on."
Wu Xiu thought he was tired of playing with blood, so he nodded, raised the heavy hammer and rushed forward.
Xue Qie carried the two swords behind his back, bowed his whole body, and shook his arms violently. The two swords made a whistling sound through the air, and the two vortexes of sword energy that merged rushed towards Wu Xiu.
Seeing this, Wu Xiu did not dare to be careless and hurriedly swung his heavy hammer to resist, but the sword energy vortex seemed to be alive. Not only did it not stop, but it continued to strengthen.
In the end, the two forces collided, and Wu Xiu received a huge impact. With a "boom" sound, the heavy hammer was knocked away.
Done!
A flash of light appeared in Xue Qie's eyes, and he was very happy.
Wu Xiu let go of his hand and took dozens of steps backward. Seeing how powerful this move was, Wu Xiu was shocked.
"Brother Xueqie, you are so powerful with this move, you take me for granted, right?" Wu Xiu smiled bitterly, finally understanding the purpose of Xueqie's sparring with him, he stood up and straightened his messy clothes.
Xueqie also felt very embarrassed, so he walked forward and said with a very sincere expression: "How come, come on, let's go see the scenery over there!"
This Wu Xiu doesn't look like a stupid person, he is also very sober!
In order to ease the embarrassment, Xueqie had no choice but to walk around with Lai Songyi and Wu Xiu, chatting happily along the way. After a long time, the three of them arrived at the boundary of the Linghai Sea. Looking at the cold air floating in the sky in front of them, they were already visible to the naked eye.
The white waves are lingering, and the cold smoke is the same color.
There are many people guarding this place to protect the spiritual veins.
This place has been isolated by boundary restrictions, and there is a huge crack in the glacier in the middle. There seems to be an unknown area under the glacier.
Xue Qie looked at the vast area and couldn't help but feel emotional. He sighed two or three times: "Is the spirit of the dead sealed here?"
Wu Xiu also came forward, looked at these, and felt melancholy: "Yes, there are active areas of the undead energy inside, and this is also a key area to guard."
"Then what's under the glacier?" Xueqie asked in confusion.
"The abyss is the entrance to the secret realm of extreme cold. The bottom is where the source of the extreme cold spiritual veins lies." Wu Xiu sighed, turned around and prepared to leave.
"We shouldn't stay here for long, let's go."
However, Xueqie was slightly startled when he looked at this aura of death, and was lost in thought.
The spirit of death?
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Recently, Ling Feng and Wang Lei have been exchanging folk arts together, and they have also been composing songs and music with his band. They are very happy. The gentle and pleasant sounds that come out from time to time also attract many people to stay here.
"Brother Lei, I know all these instruments, but I also want to sing those songs. Please teach me a few." Ling Feng looked at Wang Lei with eyes full of admiration and gratitude, and his tone was full of expectation.
Wang Lei also wanted to teach Ling Feng those songs, but after thinking about it for a long time, he shook his head and asked Ling Feng: "Brother Feng, do you know what instrument you are best at or what your favorite instrument is?"
Ling Feng didn't even think about it and blurted out: "Flute or flute. These instruments are easy to play."
"I can also see that you have a deep understanding of the two musical instruments, the flute and the flute. But how do you sing when you play these instruments?" Wang Lei said in a dumbfounded voice.
Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, then ignored all this and continued to beg Wang Lei: "Brother Lei, it's okay. It would be great if I didn't play these things when I sing. Just teach me..."
Unable to resist Ling Feng's enthusiasm and eagerness to learn, Wang Lei had no choice but to agree.
Wang Lei first explained the notes of composing lyrics and rhythm one by one, and then taught Ling Feng the intonation, breathing rhythm, vocal transitions, cavity resonance, etc., and finally told Ling Feng how to sing.
Make some appropriate gestures when speaking, so that you can express your true emotions.
After practicing for a while, Ling Feng finally sang a verse: "I am like a bird in a cage that cannot spread its wings. I am like a tiger that has left the mountain and is lonely. I am like a wild goose coming from the south..."
Everyone heard Ling Feng's singing and gathered here one after another. When Ling Feng sang here, it seemed as if his deepest heartstrings were touched. He even swallowed hard and the corners of his eyes turned red.
"Singing so beautifully!"
"This voice is really made for singing."
Many complimentary words also spread out from the crowd. Everyone looked at Ling Feng with increasing admiration.
After singing, Ling Feng looked at Wang Lei and expressed his inner thoughts: "Brother Lei, would it be better if I put the melody of this song in the sound of the flute?"
Wang Leigang was about to discuss it, but when he heard Ling Feng say the same thing, he immediately nodded: "Your idea is very good... That's right!"
As Wang Lei was talking, he seemed to have thought of something. He patted his forehead and suddenly had an idea.
He looked at Ling Feng excitedly, and the more he talked, the more excited he became: "Brother Feng, that Qionghuang is a flute that doesn't look like a flute, and a flute that doesn't look like a flute. It's very strange. No one has been able to play it loudly for so many years. You
Go try it?"
Ling Feng shook his head and immediately refused: "This is your clan's sacred weapon, how can I use it?"
"How will you know if you don't try? That's it! Let's go over and have a look!" On a whim, Wang Lei quickly grabbed Ling Feng's collar and took him to the sacred weapon Qionghuang.
"Are you going to audition for Qiong Huang? We also want to go see the fun!"
"If you can really make that Qiong Huang play loudly, you'd be really awesome!"
"It doesn't matter if you can't make a sound when playing. The sacred instrument Qionghuang is not something ordinary people can play, so there is no need to feel pressure."
Seeing that these people were determined to take him to play Qionghuang, Lingfeng had no choice but to agree.
It just so happened that he also wanted to see what the magic of the sacred weapon Qionghuang was.