"good!"
Song Wen's face showed a hearty smile. His eyes, shining like the brightest stars in the dark night sky, suddenly shone with a strange light. He met Zhou Yi's gaze like a sharp arrow. His flawless face remained calm as he said coldly, "This sword is called Narcissus. My master created the 'Eight Secrets of the Heavenly Sword' based on the characteristics of this sword. The sword is merciless. Brother Qianbei, you must be careful!"
“Zheng!”
Song Wen immediately drew his sword.
The blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, and it trembles in the wind, making a trembling sound that matches the flow of air, appearing extremely light!
Zhou Yi, who was five steps away, suddenly felt that the moment the Narcissus Sword fell into Song Wen's hand, Song Wen and the sword suddenly merged into an inseparable and integrated whole. It was a strong and profound feeling, subtle and indescribable.
With a "clang!" sound, Zhou Yi drew out the Green Water Sword from its sheath. The simple and slender sword immediately glowed with green light. Zhou Yi suddenly laughed twice and said, "If Night Demon knew that I broke the Heavenly Sword that defeated him today, would he be so angry that he would curse his mother?"
After saying this, Zhou Yi's sword-holding hand suddenly moved, a very slow and graceful movement, as natural as the wind. The sword slowly, slowly stabbed out.
Zhou Yi had no confidence in facing a strong enemy like Song Wen, so he tried his best from the beginning!
The earth is broken and the sky is destroyed, the heaven and the earth are burned!
A terrifying sword intent immediately seeped out from the tip of the sword. In an instant, a dazzling sword light shot up into the sky, and the majestic sword intent made the entire world tremble.
The dazzling sword light tore through the sky and shot straight towards Song Wen!
Song Wen smiled, drew his sword from its sheath, and slashed at Zhou Yi casually.
Although it was a casual strike, it was like an antelope hanging its horns, not only without a beginning, but also without an end, without any trace. Zhou Yi only felt that no matter how his sword changed, how his position, angle and time changed, he would be blocked in the end.
He also knew that he must not retreat or avoid it, because under the traction of the qi, Song Wen's Heavenly Sword would be like a bursting dam, rushing in from the gap and destroying everything in its way.
Song Wen's momentum was rising. Something like a mysterious force suddenly rose from Song Wen's body. Gradually, a huge cloud formed in the sky with Song Wen as the funnel. A whirlwind suddenly descended from the cloud, forming an inverted shape.
This Song Wen's sword energy actually reached a mysterious state that was in harmony with the Way of Heaven
If the previous Song Wen was an unrivaled master at first glance, then the Song Wen at this moment was just a knife in Zhou Yi's eyes!
Apart from the sword, there is nothing else? !
Zhou Yi murmured these eight words secretly, and a sense of retreat rose in his heart. This kind of martial arts that was in line with the way of heaven and transcended the ordinary had been seen in Sun En and Wu Zhao. He did not expect that Song Wen's Heavenly Sword could also achieve a similar effect with the technique. Compared with the great trend of heaven and earth, Zhou Yi's human power was really not worth mentioning.
But! I want to be the best in the world. How can I retreat here? What a joke!
Zhou Yi suddenly let out a low, long whistle, and a clear and high-pitched sword sound burst out from the Bishui Sword, gradually rising in pitch and turning into an exciting and clear sound, cracking metal and stone and soaring into the sky.
Along with a whistling sound, a huge ray of light shot up into the sky, like a giant dragon that had been imprisoned for thousands of years, suddenly leaping out and galloping across the sky!
The sword flashed, and the Wushuang Zhuxian Sword containing the Nine Heavens Sutra shone with a dazzling halo, pointing directly at the man in black who was nearby.
The blazing white light was so dazzling that no one could see the figure in the halo. Others only saw that the dazzling light in the sky illuminated the entire sky, and even the rising sun in the sky finally lost its color.
"Bang!"
The deafening explosion caused by this fierce bombardment produced countless torrential raindrops that fluttered down, looking spectacular!
In mid-air, two figures flashed past each other and gradually fell back to their original places.
Zhou Yi retreated several steps, covered his chest, and couldn't help spitting out a large mouthful of blood. Song Wen also retreated several steps, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, then he raised his sword in his hand, looked up to the sky and laughed: "Haha! It feels so good! The third young master's sword is really as good as its reputation!"
Zhou Yi took a deep breath, swallowed the hot blood in his throat, and then whispered: "The Heavenly Sword is worthy of its name!" After that, Zhou Yi took a half step forward with his left foot, swung his sword horizontally, and said, "Please!"
Song Wen shook his head slightly and put the Narcissus Sword back into the scabbard.
Zhou Yi wondered, "What do you mean?"
Song Wendao: "I came here to see the Third Young Master's sword. Now that I have seen it, why should I fight to the death with Brother Qianbei again?"
At this point, Song Wen suddenly took out a jade bottle from his chest, threw it to Zhou Yi, and then said in a loud voice: "This Nine Flower Jade Dew Pill is a unique elixir from Huang Yaoshi, one of the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains. It has the miraculous effect of curing internal injuries and prolonging life. I know that Brother Qianbei has a dangerous future, so this bottle of elixir is Song's apology!"
"This..." Zhou Yi carefully examined the jade bottle in his hand, but did not refuse. He bowed to Song Wen and said, "In that case, I will drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, thank you, Brother Song!"
"The one you should thank the most is not Song!" Song Wen held the reins and slowly led the black horse behind him to Zhou Yi, and said with a smile: "Brother Qianbei, do you know what this horse is?"
Zhou Yi reached out and gently stroked the horse's body. He felt that the horse not only had a superior coat color, pure black without any stray hairs, but also had extremely strong tendons and muscles. Every inch of its black mane contained explosive and terrifying power. It was definitely not inferior to the Ferghana horse that Hengkong Muye was riding!
"How magnificent the East Gate is, a black colt with golden reins. Its red face shines like autumn leaves, and its eyes are as bright as the blue sky." Emperor Zhao Bing, who was standing behind him, looked up and down dozens of times before he said with a face full of longing, "Could it be that this horse is the legendary Black Narcissus?"
Black Narcissus
This horse comes from Xiao Yi's novel "Horse Neighing and Wind Whistling". It is a wind-chasing horse, known as the king of horses. It is black all over, with a narrow face, long neck, broad shoulders, flat back, and agate-like eyes that are red and crystal clear.
It was a wild horse running across the northwest desert. Kou Yingjie had been fighting with it in the wilderness for a whole year before he tamed it.
It can be said that in terms of speed, endurance and impact, this horse is definitely not inferior to Red Hare and Jueying.
"Brother Song, what do you mean?" Zhou Yi asked.
"It wasn't me!" Song Wen smiled and stuffed the reins of Black Narcissus into Zhou Yi's hands, saying, "It was arranged by Fairy Lei!"
"this... ... "
Seeing Zhou Yi looking a little surprised, Song Wen's face suddenly flashed with a cunning look. He patted the package on the back of Black Narcissus' horse and said, "Dry food and money have been prepared in it. I guarantee you will have enough food and clothing on the way!"
Zhou Yi was slightly moved, and said with a bow: "Please tell Fairy Lei that this matter really troubled Fairy Lei. I am so grateful for your kindness. I will never forget it!" (To be continued)