Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Five
One hand reaches into the air.
The hand is very stable, with a strong thumb and long fingers, suitable for holding a sword.
But at this time, this hand was holding nothing, it was just pointing at the big sword that came through the air from a distance.
Several wisps of extremely light breath were released from between his fingers.
The big sword seemed to feel something, and began to tremble, and then kept swinging up and down, left and right, with increasing amplitude, like a person bound by a rope, struggling constantly.
The second senior brother looked at the big sword silently, without any unnecessary emotion on his face, just calm.
The big sword became more and more restless, and the people watching the battle in the field even faintly felt the emotion of fear from the swing and struggle of the sword's body.
The big sword trembled more and more fiercely, and cracks gradually appeared on the sword body, and then cracked again!
Only a few chi chi sounds were heard, and several sword shadows appeared in the air dozens of feet high, and then turned into several sword rainbows, following a very smooth trajectory, flying towards the second senior brother's body one after another.
Although the sword is fast and the edge is sharp, it has no killing intent.
When a flying sword flew in front of the second senior brother, it suddenly slowed down and finally hovered in front of him. The sword trembled slightly, like an obedient child waiting to be punished after doing something wrong.
The second senior brother reached out to hold the hilt of the sword, took off the flying sword, and inserted it into the ground in front of him.
The word "pick" is very accurate, because he was not snatching, snatching, or stealing. He just casually reached out and picked the flying sword out of the air.
His movements were ordinary and natural, like picking a fruit from a tree branch.
The second flying sword arrived at this time.
The second senior brother reached out and picked it off too, and inserted it into the ground in front of him.
The third flying sword.
The fourth way.
The fifth lane.
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The second senior brother stood outside Qingxia.
There was a broad iron sword stuck in the field beside him.
Next to the iron sword, there are five swords.
It looks like a fence made of swords.
Those five swords were once a big sword, which came from the sword pavilion of the Southern Jin Dynasty. They were forged by the sword master Liu Bai. They learned the style of the master. They imitated the demeanor of the previous sages, and their power was naturally extraordinary.
But after meeting the second senior brother, the sword could only be split open again and then taken off obediently.
Then a fence was made.
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The few sword pavilion disciples looked at the scene in the Qing Gorge in the distance, and were extremely shocked and a little at a loss. Later they discovered that the natal sword was out of control, and the sea of consciousness was severely damaged. They spit out blood with a loud sound.
There was also deathly silence in the Xiling Temple coalition camp.
Especially those high-level figures, their expressions were even more ugly. Only they knew what the second senior brother's seemingly simple and understated means of picking a sword as a fence really meant.
The big swords in the Sword Pavilion were forcibly separated again. This was already very unimaginable. What shocked them even more was the scene in the back where the second senior brother took the five swords.
Cultivation is about control. A practitioner's control over his or her natal objects begins with his natural talent. Moreover, each practitioner will spend the most time and energy in his practice career to strengthen the connection between himself and his natal objects.
So this kind of control is the strongest relationship in the world of spiritual practice.
Even if the realm levels are vastly different, it is difficult for high-level practitioners to sever the connection between low-level practitioners and their natal objects. Even some truly powerful great practitioners can use powerful means to do so.
This, but I have never heard of anyone being able to turn the other person's natal possession into his own so easily.
The second senior brother had previously stretched out his hand to call, the sword split, and the five flying swords followed the order and surrendered. It was obviously not destroyed by him, but subdued by him... How did he do it?
In the divine carriage, the expression on Ye Hongyu's face became a little strange. Two unnatural blushes appeared on her beautiful cheeks, and the stars in the depths of her eyes became brighter and brighter, making her look excited and alert.
"There are actually people in the world who can see through the slightest changes in the flow of vitality in the world! It turns out that before Ning Que and I, there were people in this world who already had the talent and fighting spirit!"
Facing the powerful sword from Nanjin Jiange, the second senior brother did not choose to use the sword.
He chose to take action.
He extended a hand.
One hand is enough.
However, the battle at Qingxia did not end there.
The big sword in the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion is six swords in one.
At this time, there were five swords stuck in the ground in front of the second senior brother, and one sword was missing.
Liu Yiqing sat cross-legged in the field and let out a clear whistle.
Blood seeped out of the white cloth covering his eyes, and his thoughts surged out.
An extremely ethereal sword shadow appeared in the blue sky, and then disappeared without a trace in an instant. When it appeared the next moment, it had passed through the second senior brother's position and arrived in front of the metal canopy in front of Qingxia Gorge!
As for the sword pavilion, there is no extravagant hope that the second senior brother can be defeated with this big sword.
From the beginning, their purpose was to use this sword to hide the last sword shadow.
After Liu Yiqing's eyes were blinded by Ning Que, his sword became extremely pure and steady. His inability to see objects made him extremely sensitive to the vitality of heaven and earth. Now his sword is as weird as a charm.
That mysterious sword shadow stabbed Beigong Weiyang!
The previous charge of the temple cavalry has proved that the harp player Beigong Weiyang is the key figure in this battle, and Liu Yiqing's target has always been him and the harp on his lap!
Feeling that success was just around the corner, and the natal sword seemed to be about to touch those tight strings, Liu Yiqing couldn't help but become excited, and the whistle became louder and louder.
His eye was injured by Ning Que at the side gate of the academy, but he didn't hate the academy because it was a fair contest. He just wanted to defeat the academy, even if it was just once, no matter who it was.
The next moment, Liu Yiqing's roar suddenly stopped.
His face showed extremely complex emotions.
Because he felt that his natal sword touched many string-like threads.
But those are not strings.
Because there are too many threads.
It's like a network.
A trap waiting to be thrown into.
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Beigong Weiyang's spirit has always been on the strings. He ignored what happened on the battlefield, because the second senior brother was always standing there like a green mountain, so he thought he must be safe.
So when Liu Yiqing's mysterious and unspeakable sword shadow suddenly disappeared from the sky, flashed in the metal canopy, and appeared in front of him, about to pierce his chest and abdomen, he was startled.
Just as the great priest Tianyu said, he and Ximen Buhuo cultivated Taoism through music. Even if they cultivated to the realm of knowing fate, they still couldn't fight, so he had no way to deal with this flying sword.
Beigong Weiyang thought at this moment that she was really going to die.
The next moment he remembered that there were many people around him, so he knew that he should not die.
He is indeed not dead.
Seventh Senior Sister Muyou raised her wrist slightly, holding the embroidery needle between her fingers and passing it through the embroidery cloth.
The red thread on the embroidery needle was hanging on the ground, connecting everyone's ankles to the metal rods. As she moved, the messy looking red thread also moved.
As soon as the red thread moved, countless auras as fine as cotton wool and as tough as gold emerged from the tent.
The mysterious sword shadow was wrapped in countless auras, and it suddenly turned into an insect thrown into a spider web, or like a beast trapped in a quagmire. No matter how hard it struggled, it could not move forward an inch.
Liu Yiqing, who was sitting cross-legged in the field in the distance, knew better than anyone else the situation he was facing at this time because of the connection between the natal sword. He did not hesitate to try to recall the natal sword.
Because of the sudden stillness, the mysterious sword shadow finally revealed its true form. It was a very dim and delicate flying sword, and it was about to retreat quietly.
The fourth senior brother was lowering his head and drawing something on the sand table.
Feeling that the flying sword was trying to leave, he raised his head, flicked his fingers, and a piece of yellowish talisman paper flew up, landed on the sword, turned it over, and wrapped it up.
Liu Yiqing's strange sword was extremely sharp. At this time, he was forced to retreat under the control of his mind. There was only a hiss, and a crack appeared on the slightly yellow talisman paper. The talisman's meaning had not yet been fully released.
But when the two are in conflict, there is always a period of temporary quiescence.
At this moment, an iron clamp stretched out from the air next to it.
The iron clip opened and closed, clamped the flying sword, and placed it on the blazing stove.
The high-temperature blue flame instantly burned the talisman paper wrapped around the sword.
A heavy hammer was swung high and then hit hard.
There was a crisp bang.
The dark, slender but extremely tough sword jumped up after being hit, as if it couldn't bear the pain.
This is Senior Brother Six working on blacksmithing.
This is the Sixth Senior Brother refining his sword.
This was an action he repeated his whole life.
Even the most diligent swordsman in the world cannot be more skillful and natural than his movements.
So there is no chance of rejection for that sneaky sword.
It was smashed into scrap metal.
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There was a pop.
Liu Yiqing's face was pale, and his chest was covered with vomited blood.
His body was shaking and he almost fell.
Only then did he understand why his own crafty sword was able to hide it from the eyes of his second senior brother.
That's because these academy disciples don't care about their own crafty swords at all.
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"Your tricky sword is pretty good. You are also pretty good for being able to advance to the fate-knowing realm in such a short period of time. But what's really good is that big sword from before."
The second senior brother said: "Liu Bai's idea is very good. Teacher's human sword only needs to pick up a ray of sword intent to sweep across the world. Unfortunately, you people's cultivation realm is a little weaker. If you are
It will be much more difficult for me to deal with six swordsmen in the fate-knowing realm."
With the help of his colleagues, Liu Yiqing stood up with difficulty, wiped the blood from his lips, listened to the direction of the voice, saluted sincerely and said, "Thank you, Mr. Second, for your advice."
"Go back and tell Liu Bai that since you have to take action in the end, why not take action now? Why let you people die? I can have a good fight while I am in peak condition."
The second senior brother looked at somewhere in the south and said expressionlessly.
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In the coalition camp of Xiling Temple in the south.
That quiet carriage was still very quiet.
After a while, a somewhat lonely voice came from the carriage.
"The more we fight, the stronger we become. This is Jun Mo. Since we want to fight happily, we must wait for you to show interest in fighting first. Otherwise, wouldn't we be letting down this battle between you and me?"
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