The traces of love are far away, but the fragrance remains.
Why light green and dark red,
He is the best among flowers.
Mei Ding is jealous,
Ju should be ashamed,
The opening of the picture railing crowns the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Saoirang can be ruthless,
Why didn't it come to fruition that year?
——Li Qingzhao in "Partridge Sky"
At midnight on the day of the finals, on the mountain roads in Qingcheng, mountain climbers were already crowded with people. Many people went up the mountain all night in order to get a good position.
It was just dawn, and there was a sea of people on the martial arts stage. If it weren't for the Qingcheng disciples guarding the gate, I'm afraid there wouldn't even be a seat for the famous martial arts celebrities who were watching the ceremony today.
Taoist Master Qingxuan and other elders accompanied Jiang Yinnong, Tang Gu, Zen Master Xingren, Qu Sanjiang, Taoist Master Ruoxu, Hu Yibiao, Monk Lingjian and other famous martial arts figures to their seats.
Taoist Priest Qingxuan smiled and said to Master Yuankong: "Master, no matter who wins this competition, it is a blessing for the Bashu martial arts community."
Master Yuankong's voice was soft and gentle, but it contained a mystery: "If it were another family, I might think so. But when I come to you, I really want to compete to see whether my disciples are better or yours.
Is this disciple capable?"
Taoist Qingxuan sighed: "After so many years, you still can't let go?"
Master Yuankong avoided Taoist Priest Qingxuan's eyes, looked at the mountains in the distance, and said calmly: "Don't think about right or wrong. At the same time, that is Master Xuan's true face."
Taoist Priest Qingxuan was silent when he heard this.
After Zen Master Xingren and other law enforcement elders sat down at the edge of the competition, the disciples began to beat the drums.
"Snow of Emei" After Li Xuexuan received the signal from Master Yuankong, she slowly walked out from the disciples of Emei. On the face of the snow lotus petals, her eyes were as dark as paint. When her eyes swept over Bai Fu, they were like a waterfall falling into a deep pool.
, ice cold and clear. There was a flaw in Bai Fuzheng's heart-keeping. It was like a meteor streaking across the sky. Bai Fu felt inferior for no reason. Before the fight, his heart was already in chaos. Feeling the loss in his heart, he immediately calmed down.
Qi, secretly plucked the "two strings of dragon and tiger", returning to the state of loyalty and loyalty, his eyes were like lightning, the light shone, and a vertical and horizontal momentum spurted outward.
Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps... Li Xuexuan's steps were gentle and slow, without any sword energy, and his hidden front was restrained.
Everyone was stunned. The two of them were clearly three to five feet apart, but Li Xuexuan only took one step forward. The distance should have been only about three or four feet, but it made people feel like they were shrinking to an inch, and they were instantly within attack range.
This is the first time for many people to see such mysterious footwork. Even before the fight begins, there are already a lot of applause.
Bai Fu even took a breath of cold air. Because the speed at which Li Xuexuan was advancing was in line with the wind speed and direction at the moment, and even the temperature and humidity of the air. One step at a time, each step was a change of scene, and heaven and man were one.
.This is the first time Bai Fu has encountered such an opponent.
The two of them kept arousing their momentum, their energy collided, and their clothes flew up.
In the eyes of everyone, the two were evenly matched. Li Xuexuan was like the top of Mount Emei, steep and steep through the clouds, aloof and unpredictable. Bai Fu was like a giant waterfall at the mouth of a Hukou, overwhelming mountains and seas, thousands of horses galloping, and thunder.
"Clang bang", the long sword was unsheathed from Li Xuexuan's back. Li Xuexuan hooked the sword spike with his hand, and the sword came straight towards Bai Fu like lightning. The sword energy aroused Bai Fu's fighting spirit. He refused to retreat.
Go forward and face the edge of the sword.
When Li Xuexuan's sword came to his eyes, it transformed into seven sword flowers, filling the sky with sword shadows, overwhelming Bai Fu's seven vital points. In the "Emei Seven Outs" sword style, four sword flowers are feints, and three sword flowers are
It is a practical move. However, there is no pattern in pointing at those three vital points. A skilled swordsman will look for flaws according to the opponent's defensive posture, move his body and the environment, and then hit the opponent with one blow, severely injuring the opponent in three places. It can be called the Emei Sword.
A powerful killing move in the law.
"It's no big deal if Emei comes out seven times."
Bai Fu snorted coldly, weighed his left foot, and formed an independent posture of golden rooster. He drew a circle with his right foot, and his body rotated like a top. At the same time, his right hand also trembled at a high frequency, drawing dozens of circular sword flowers, like dozens of sword flowers.
The vortex, with its strong gravity, pulled Li Xuexuan's sword edge to change its trajectory.
"Sticking Word Jue" Bai Fu shouted loudly.
As expected, Li Xuexuan's seven sword flowers changed their trajectory under the strong gravity. The feigned moves in the seven sword flowers were immediately eliminated, and the vital points attacked by the three actual moves were also revealed. Bai Fu's face glowed.
Under normal circumstances, the key to resolving the "sticky tactic" should be to retreat in the sword position and slide backwards. However, when retreating, since the sword power has been exhausted, retreating is also the most dangerous time. If you are not careful, you will be injured.
Will be attacked by the enemy.
"Retreat is a great science", which is also the depth of the strategy of "sticking", which coincides with the art of war.
"It's not that easy to retreat." Bai Fu was preparing to wait for Li Xuexuan to retreat, and took advantage of the victory to pursue him. He used the Thunder Sword Technique to attack him halfway.
Unexpectedly, Li Xuexuan became calm. Not only did he not retreat, but he accelerated forward by the attraction of the vortex in Bai Fu's sword technique. The long sword flipped and pierced Bai Fu's throat. Bai Fu had never seen such a breakthrough.
.If he tries to dodge again, the blade of the sword has already reached his throat, and there are dangers everywhere.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Bai Fu's feet were frozen, firmly fixed on the ground like nails. His upper body quickly leaned back, forming a saddle-horse bridge. The blade of the sword brushed past Bai Fu's face, which was extremely dangerous.
Just when no one had time to exclaim for Bai Fu, taking advantage of Li Xuexuan's figure passing by, Bai Fu slapped the ground with his left palm. With the rebound force, he used the rebound force to move the sword in his right hand from bottom to top, using an extremely tricky move.
Angle, stabbing Li Xuexuan's right side under the ribs.
Seeing that the bloody light was about to appear, Li Xuexuan's figure suddenly accelerated abnormally, and passed Bai Fu's left side with a "swish" sound. Then a kite turned over and stabbed Bai Fu's back from top to bottom. Bai Fu didn't even look at it.
, swung his sword and struck quickly. The sword shadows all over the sky immediately dispersed.
"Qiang"! The two of them suddenly separated and faced each other across a distance of ten feet. Li Xuexuan was calm and composed, as if he had never made a move.
The first two battles made everyone excited, and the final was really worth it.
Li Xuexuan suddenly struck out from the air with a sword. There was no sword light in the sky, and no trace of strength could be seen.
Everyone, including Bai Fu, was stunned. They didn't know how to hurt the enemy at such a distance.
Just when everyone was thinking this, there was a sudden "whistle", and three feet in front of Bai Fu, a fierce and unparalleled energy suddenly appeared, like a water line, carrying the sand and dust on the ground and flying towards Bai Fu.
Hit it straight away.
"Sword Qi!"
Before everyone could exclaim, Bai Fu thrust out his sword, raised water to stir up fire, and extinguished the light.
With a "bang" sound, Bai Fu's sword shook violently. Bai Fu and Li Xuexuan took half a step back at the same time, and everything returned to its original state.
It is rude to come and not go back. Bai Fushen walked away at will, his sword turned into a rainbow, and shot towards Li Xuexuan with great speed.
With a "boom", Li Xuexuan swung out his sleeve and hit the sword's spine. The two of them suddenly separated, and the confrontation resumed again.
This is exactly:
The white tiger sings in the front, and the green liquid is in the back. The red bird soars and plays, flying in colorful colors.
The five-color elephants show off and are subject to change. The cauldron is boiling and boiling, and the surge is endless.
They overlap one after another, and the canine teeth are spaced apart from each other. The shape is like the ice in midwinter, with stalactites spitting out from the can.
Bai Fu and Li Xuexuan switched offense and defense like this, going back and forth for hundreds of rounds. The speed with which they drew their swords, the agility of their changes, the sharpness of their sword styles, the gracefulness of their body movements, and their superb strategies for dealing with the enemy made everyone excited. My heart is pounding. Often when I am about to take a long breath, I have to hold my breath again.
In the eyes of experts, both of them can breathe back and forth between the electric and flint swords, and use the Xuanmen mind method to make the external force and internal energy endlessly come and go in an endless cycle, greatly extending the duration of the true energy. Power. This is the real power.
The two of them are indeed the most outstanding swordsmen in Shushan this generation. Not only the onlookers felt this way, but also Taoist Priest Qingxuan and Master Yuankong. On the one hand, they were proud of their disciples' performance, and on the other hand, they were proud of the other's terrifying strength. And worried, worried that his disciple would be injured by the opponent's sword. The two looked at each other and secretly reached a tacit understanding, ready to stop the game at any time.
After the two passed each other again, Li Xuexuan changed his lightning-fast movement and suddenly slowed down greatly. He jumped up to raise his breath and slowly rose up. When the strength was exhausted, he lightly stepped on his right foot with his left foot, and then lightly with his right foot. Step on the left foot and rise alternately. This is Emei's unique light skill "Ladder to the Clouds". It all depends on the inner breath. It is difficult for those who are not pure in internal power to perform it.
When he was three feet above the ground, Li Xuexuan's face glowed with a holy light like a lotus, and then he flipped upside down and accelerated from mid-air to fall. With the acceleration of the fall, the surrounding energy was completely driven, forming a storm cyclone. Bai Fu's whole body The vital points are shrouded under the sword energy. Not only does it make it difficult for people to know the next move, but it also makes it impossible to respond to both offense and defense. It also adds to the sharp edge of the sword. One sword thrust is like ten thousand sword thrusts.
Each sword strikes Bai Fu from different angles. The swordsmanship is so subtle that it seems to be intentional or unintentional, and has no desire and is ruthless.
Li Xuexuan's left hand sword technique is even more impressive. The palm of his left hand opens like a flower, changing from the fearless seal to the lion seal, and creates different hand seals. When the different hand seals catch Bai Fu's eyes, they transform into a thousand hands and a thousand eyes. The Bodhisattva's Dharma is like a heavy punch hitting Bai Fu's pure and solid Taoist mind.
Bai Fu's breathing was disrupted, and the energy in his dantian could not form a small closed loop, and his Taoist heart immediately fell. Bai Fu had never seen such sword skills before, and he was extremely embarrassed to dodge.
Due to the loss of Taoist heart, it is impossible to form a counterattack sword intention and a "broken arrow" defensive depth. He can only rely on muscle instinct to swing the sword in his hand to prevent it from leaking.
The girl attacks and the boy defends. When the sword tips touch, there is a constant tinkling sound, like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate. It sounds very pleasant to the layman. But the master of swordsmanship knows that the speed of these two swords has reached such a high speed. A shocking situation. The elders in Qingcheng were also secretly worried about Bai Fu, because under such a sword force, as long as the defender's speed could not keep up with the attacker, the defender would definitely be hit by the sword.
"Sword light!" the crowd exclaimed.
At this critical moment of life and death, the mysterious power of Yong Ding lurking in Bai Fu's body was activated. Bai Fu's eyes shone brightly, and the tip of the long sword in his hand showed a blue light, as dazzling as a diamond. The overwhelming power of Yong Ding shined through the sword. The body surged out. Bai Fu reduced the complexity to simplicity, and suddenly the dazzling sword light in the field suddenly converged into a bunch of shadows, and only one sword came out. The sword thrust out, fierce and fierce, like thunder.
Sword light is a mysterious power that can only be possessed by masters of transformation. It is invincible wherever it goes. Master Yuankong's face changed drastically, and he quickly stepped forward to stop the competition.
"Qiang", Li Xuexuan's sword was directly cut off by Bai Fu's sword light, but the power of Li Xuexuan's sword was too fast, and the force of the broken sword tip was not reduced. "Pfft", the sound of the sword blade piercing into the muscle was heard.
Come. Bai Fu was stabbed into the shoulder by Li Xuexuan's broken sword. The sword energy entered his body. The winner was decided.
Although Li Xuexuan succeeded with one blow, the radiance of Bai Fu's sword was too strong. Li Xuexuan felt as if his chest was struck by lightning, so he had to abandon the sword to protect himself and quickly turned back. After landing, his body was shaking, his breathing was rapid, his face was bloodless, and his eyes were blurry.
Two senior sisters from Emei School quickly stepped forward to stabilize her body. It can be seen that although Li Xuexuan won half of the moves, she was still exhausted. If Bai Fu stepped forward again and pressed hard, Li Xuexuan would probably run out of gas.
, severe internal injuries.
Master Yuankong didn't bother to show off to Taoist Priest Qingxuan. He jumped to Li Xuexuan's side, put one hand on the back of Li Xuexuan's heart, and continuously input his pure internal power into Li Xuexuan's body to help run Xiao Zhou.
Heaven, Qi returns to Dantian, and blood returns to Zangfu.
Bai Fu stood there quietly, motionless. Where the shoulder was stabbed, blood slowly seeped out. But Bai Fu's heart was numb and he couldn't feel the pain at all. He murmured to himself, "Ever since Yong Ding's huge force entered his body,
I have never been defeated. I have never been defeated..."
Then a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fainted and fell to the ground. He couldn't remember what happened next.
In the dream, Bai Fu's mind reappeared that day in the alley of Chengdu. The girl in white was carrying a long sword on her back. Her silhouette was clear, like a white crane playing in the water, standing on the waves. A braided braid, long hair reaching her waist. Her eyes were covered with flowers.
In contrast, a pool of autumn water shines coldly on people...
Although it was a dream, a faint sadness came to my heart. I couldn't explain it clearly. I always had a shallow relationship, but my love was deep...
This is exactly:
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn.