Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 130: Iron Sword, Please Cry
It was still early, the morning light was faint, mist was floating on the field in front of the green mountains, the light was dim, and the dewdrops on the grass blades refracted the light in the environment, like blackened pearls.
There were five swords stuck in the field. They were the swords that the second senior brother took from the sword pavilion disciples yesterday. He did not stand in front of the five swords like yesterday, but walked around.
The Battle of Qingxia lasted all day, but instead of taking a step back, he took a step forward.
Deep in the mist, a shout suddenly sounded.
"Liang Xiang from Sanqing Mountain comes to learn from you!"
Sanqing Mountain is a scenic spot in the southeast and is a major Taoist sect. However, Lanke Temple has become so famous in recent years that some of its members are unknown in comparison. In fact, there are many strong people in the sect.
Liang Xiang is the young disciple with the highest talent and the highest level in Sanqing Mountain. He is deeply loved by the elders of the sect. Even the Xiling Temple pays a lot of attention to him. He is very confident in his swordsmanship.
After receiving the military order from the Xiling Temple last night, he was not as sad as other practitioners. On the contrary, he was very excited. He wanted to see if the second gentleman of the academy could take his sword.
So his voice was very confident and proud.
What followed this sound was a gleaming flying sword. Its sharp and narrow sword body pierced the air and mist easily like an arrow, whizzing towards it.
The second senior brother looked into the depths of the mist without any emotion. Without even looking at the flying sword, he stretched out his right hand.
There was a tearing sound in the mist.
It was like countless pieces of paper, torn into countless pieces by strong fingers.
The breath of heaven and earth in front of Qingxia was torn apart by this burst of sound.
The ray of vitality of heaven and earth dragged by that flying sword naturally broke with the tearing everywhere.
A painful groan sounded in the fog.
The whizzing flying sword suddenly lost control and fell down extremely slowly.
It fell into the hands of the second senior brother.
The second senior brother held the flying sword and threw it behind him at will.
With a clanking sound, the sharp flying sword penetrated deeply into the slightly wet field ground.
Standing side by side with the five flying swords from last night.
The morning light is getting stronger and the mist is disappearing.
The picture of the wilderness became clearer.
A young Taoist priest stood there in a daze, with empty hands and blood on his chest. Looking at his expression, he seemed to be frightened.
He is the proud Liang Xiang of Sanqing Mountain.
Two Sanqingshan disciples stepped forward to hold his arms to prevent him from falling to the ground.
Only then did Liang Xiang wake up, holding back a strange scream of terror in his throat.
Yesterday, he watched the flying swords of Jiange disciples being taken away. He was still mocking those Southern Jin people for not living up to their names. However, at this moment, he watched his own sword being taken away, and only then did he know what it felt like.
How could this happen?
How did the man opposite do it?
Why didn’t the sect elders teach it?
Fellow disciples dragged Liang Xiang back to the south of the wilderness. He stared blankly at the gloomy sky and let out several weird howls from time to time. His Taoist heart was completely destroyed by the blow.
The second senior brother did not notice these details.
He had even forgotten where the proud young Taoist practitioner came from and what his name was.
More and more practitioners appeared in the wilderness, as well as dozens of strong military men who had obviously been immersed in martial arts practice for many years. The common feature of these people was that they did not ride horses, and they all had talismans attached to their bodies.
Is this how Xiling Temple responds?
The second senior brother raised his broad and straight iron sword and pointed it at the densely packed group of practitioners, with his left hand behind his back.
The people in the academy under the tent saw the senior brother's action and knew that this was an order for them not to move without permission.
Since the Xiling Temple has been prepared, the sound of the harp and flute does not need to be sounded for the time being.
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The second cultivator to attack Qingxia was a casual cultivator from Xiaodong Mountain.
This casual cultivator is practicing martial arts, and he is not following an ordinary path. He has been fighting lions and tigers in the mountains for many years to improve his cultivation. His realm is already very advanced. If he is willing to join the army, he will be able to fight in the Southern Jin Dynasty or the Song and Qi states.
.can find a position as a general. However, his goal in life is to become the commander of the divine guards of the Xiling Temple, so he never came out. It was not until the temple issued an edict to conquer the Tang Dynasty that he finally got the chance in life.
As long as you can show your strong strength in this war, you will naturally be favored by the temple.
That's what the casual cultivator thought and did.
He raised the heavy sword that had slaughtered all the ligers and tigers in Xiaodong Mountain, shouted like thunder, kicked out an earth dragon in the field with his feet, and rushed unstoppably towards Qingxia Gorge.
The speed of this casual cultivator was so fast that even the air was buzzing.
The cultivators in the wilderness felt as if their eyes were blurred. The casual cultivator had already rushed in front of the second senior brother, and slashed him down with endless power with the big sword!
The second senior brother's face still had no expression.
He raised his broad, straight iron sword and swung it out.
At the edge of the armor that covered his whole body, a trace of clothing was exposed.
When he swung his sword, his sleeves didn't even tremble at all.
Just as Liu Bai explained to his disciples last night, when the second senior brother wields the sword, he does not use his own power, but the power of heaven and earth, so his movements are very natural.
His movements are natural.
It's like waving your sleeves.
Not a single cloud was rolled up, but all the breath of heaven and earth in front of Qingxia Gorge was swept up.
His arm and iron sword were between the breath of heaven and earth, and followed them away, using his heart but not using force.
The iron sword met the casual cultivator's broadsword in the air.
The blade that once killed lions and tigers was as small and fragile as a piece of paper before heaven and earth.
There was only a click, and the heavy sword shattered into countless pieces.
Tie Jian continued to move forward, patting the casual cultivator on the chest seemingly gently and calmly.
There was a loud bang.
The burly body of the casual cultivator suddenly lifted off the ground and flew into the air, flying over a distance of tens of feet, and then fell heavily to the ground, creating a deep pit.
After a while, a violent and unwilling roar sounded from the pit.
The casual cultivator threw away the handle of the knife and crawled out of the pit angrily.
Then he fell back into the pit.
He roared angrily and climbed up again.
He fell back into the pit again.
If so, five times.
The casual cultivator finally couldn't climb anymore and fell to the bottom of the pit in a daze.
Wow.
He began to vomit blood. The blood was black, and some internal organs could even be seen in it.
The power of that iron sword actually penetrated this man's extremely powerful body and directly shattered his insides.
The casual cultivator himself didn't realize it until he tried to stand up five times. Those shocks caused his internal organs, which were already filled with countless cracks, to burst open.
Just like that seemingly powerful knife.
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The next person to attack Qingxia was not alone.
It's not a sword either.
But there are more than twenty swords.
There are more than twenty flying swords from practitioners of various sects from various countries.
In the dark sky shrouded in the wilderness, only the shrill sound of the sword could be heard, and the sword's body was like a rainbow. It became brighter.
These twenty or so people are all great swordsmen in the Dongxuan Realm!
There are not many practitioners in the world, and the number in the Dongxuan Realm is even smaller. The only ones who have the ability to organize so many great swordsmen on one battlefield are the Tang Dynasty and the Xiling Temple.
The scene of more than twenty flying swords roaring and dancing wildly is extremely rare.
Even a powerful person at the peak of his destiny would find it very difficult to face such an attack.
The second senior brother didn't find it difficult, he just felt that it was a bit troublesome because he only had two hands.
Seeing more than twenty flying swords flying through the air, he inserted the iron sword into the soil in front of him and stretched his hands into the air to catch them casually. Because his movements were too fast, they looked a bit messy.
Only countless crisp sounds were heard.
More than twenty flying swords were all caught in his hands.
His hands are not big.
I don't know how I can hold so many swords.
Those flying swords were held in a mess in his hand, like a truly proud peacock who was too proud to dress up and woke up fine. He opened his tail to air his wings for a moment, and it was really a mess.
Then he threw these flying swords behind him.
Those swords plunged into the soft fields.
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The Haotian Dao Sect rules the world, and even the Sword Saint Liu Bai and the Book Saint King are guests. I don’t know how many practitioners are their vassals. This battle of Qingxia is undoubtedly the battle with the largest number of practitioners participating in the past century.
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Countless cultivators and strong men from the alliance surged across the wilderness, attacking Qingxia like waves, and struck at the man standing silently in front of Qingxia. No matter how many of the companions in front fell, the people behind continued.
This is the succession.
It's just that the successors still can't take a step forward. They can only fall to the ground.
Dozens of arms flew into the sky accompanied by blood.
Dozens of corpses were shaken into the distance.
Countless flying swords pierced through the air fiercely, and then turned into scrap metal in the hands of that man.
Yesterday, there were tens of thousands of feathered arrows stuck in the field in front of Qingxia Gorge. It was an arrow forest.
The vibration of the heaven and earth's vitality caused by today's battle had already shattered those feathered arrows into rubble. What took their place were more than a hundred flying swords deeply embedded in the wilderness.
Those flying swords have different styles, different breaths, some are wide and some are narrow, some are sharp and some are blunt.
But when they are inserted into the ground, there is no difference.
They are all so lifeless.
It was a forest of swords, more like a sword tomb.
The second senior brother stood in front of the sword tomb, occasionally waving the iron sword.
He always stood at the very beginning, without moving a step.
His eyebrows were still flat, not raised even for a moment.
He did not show anything shocking and surprising, he just waved the iron sword calmly and silently. From the first sword to the present, no matter the posture, angle or strength of the sword, there was no change.
He didn't seem to know what tiredness was. From early morning to noon, he was so focused on every strike, so it seemed so casual. He also felt that even if he had to kill until dusk, he would not change in any way.
His body was stained with blood, and there was no change in the position where the blood flowed through the armor. There was no change in the position where the blood dripped from the edge of the armor. As a result, the field in front of him was smashed by the blood into several clear blood pits.
He was just as meticulous as he had been in the past years, no matter his posture or expression.
Kill meticulously.
The more this happens, the more frightening and chilling the whole body becomes.
The sword intent that spread across the wilderness gradually became sparse.
Many practitioners are possessed by fear in their body and mind, and subconsciously stop attacking.
Suddenly a cry came from the crowd.
I don’t know which spiritual sect the practitioner was from, but he was so frightened that he cried.
No one thought of laughing at that person.
Because looking at the iron sword that is bleeding...
Everyone wanted to cry.
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(That’s it for today. There may be a little less updates in the last few days because the end of the year is approaching. I have to pick up my parents-in-law when they come back tomorrow. There are still a lot of things to do. Then there will be updates in February because of the Chinese New Year.
There will definitely be fewer relationships. In order to avoid the appearance of saying that I am a bad person,
If you say "cross" after "cross"... I will increase the number of monthly updates starting from March, and indicate it before the month, as a sign of pressure and commitment. There is another thing I want to report to you, which is the annual selection.
, mainly for the selection of alliance leaders, although F and old K may
I really don’t care about this, but they are now in the top ten in the leader’s selection. I also ask everyone who has votes to support me. I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for your kindness and kindness over the past year. The rest
Not much to say, I will write a book well in return for your hard work.
. In addition: I still like Jun Mo the most, so I will write more about this paragraph. I have been holding it back for a long time because I wanted to write about the Battle of Qingxia.) {PiaoTian Literature www.PiaoTian.com thanks all book friends for their support.