The thirteen disciples of the Sword Pavilion are famous all over the world, and the seventh and eighth disciples are even the same body as the sword spirit. They are born with swords in their hands, and they are destined to pursue the path of swordsmanship when they are born.
After that, they also traveled and studied, became famous all over the world, and eventually became disciples of Jiange, known as one of the fourteen sharpest swords in the world.
Except for the first four disciples of the Sword Master of the Sword Pavilion who were accepted a hundred years ago, the remaining disciples, the oldest one, are only over fifty years old.
Measured by the standards of a monk, this can even be called a young man.
The seventh disciple is named Liu He, and he is more than thirty years old. His eyebrows are like willows, and his sword is like willows. Since the beginning of his cultivation, outside of the sword pavilion, he has never been defeated in a sword fight in the same realm. Except for a few hidden five-path monsters in Middle Earth, he is qualified to be his opponent. There are very few people.
No matter how humble the disciples of Jiange are on the outside, they are proud of their inner possessions, and this pride is almost arrogant.
So the swordsman felt very strange.
This trip to the Dragon Mother's Banquet was ordered by his third senior brother. Although he didn't know the purpose, Liu He had always respected his third senior brother, so he came with a sword from thousands of miles away without asking the reason.
Since then, he has kept his name anonymous. Although everyone knows who is coming from Jiange, they don't know who it is.
The sword servant can also understand that the master is afraid of trouble, not to mention that the world they live in is completely different from these ascetics who seem to be on the road, one is in the clouds and the other is in the mud.
But she never thought that the master would actually think of drawing a sword.
Although the unknown woman's sword was worthless in Mr. Seven's opinion, in this world, even if he could make a sword strike from Mr. Seven, it would be something to be proud of. If that woman knew that the one who defeated her was a disciple of Jiange, she would probably feel that even though she was defeated, it would be an honor and something she would never forget.
While the swordsman was thinking about this, Liu He had already climbed to the third floor.
He walked gently across the steps, like the sea breeze blowing the lake and the willows, so the waves started to rise and the willow tips danced by themselves. His suppressed state was like a new bud in the cold winter, slowly blooming.
At this moment, on the fourth floor, Lu Jiehou stood beside the lotus sword pond.
The sword building is the largest of all the buildings, and it is also the building with the most complete prohibition and protection, because the swordsmen are the most unreasonable. Sometimes they refuse to accept the outcome of the sword competition and insist on distinguishing life and death, and then fight.
Lu Marry was the fastest among all the people to climb the stairs.
During the sword competition, everyone reported their family status, and some could tell a long list, such as "Ouyang Jian, the chief disciple at the foot of Yumen Mountain, the extraordinary lineage of the Wanjie Immortal Sect, once won the top spot in the Six Peaks Competition."
Then he lost faster than he could declare his home.
Not because of anything else, just because Lu Yuanjiao's sword intent was too incredible.
The sword competition in the sword tower is just one sword. After one sword, whoever still has the sword will win.
Lu Marion's sword body can assimilate other people's sword energy into her own.
But on the fourth floor, no one took the initiative to choose Lu Marion as their opponent.
She was not in a hurry and sat down by the lotus platform to drink tea.
"When did a swordsman like you appear in Middle-earth?"
In the end, everyone else had finished choosing their opponents, and one man had no choice but to walk across from Lu Marion. He looked at this stunningly beautiful woman and felt emotional in his heart, thinking that such a woman with stunning beauty and superb swordsmanship was as spotless as the lotus in the pond. Logically speaking, she should have been famous all over the world for a long time, but why had she never heard of her
Lu Marian put down her teacup and said, "I'm from Nanzhou."
After hearing this, the man was even more shocked, thinking that such a barbaric land like Nanzhou could produce such a swordsman
He and Lu Marion clasped fists and saluted, then took out their swords.
He knew that he was no match for the woman in front of him.
Lu Marianjian would also not underestimate her opponent just because she was sure of winning... Ever since she lost to Ning Jiujiu at the Finger Sword that day, she no longer had the slightest distraction or contempt no matter who she faced.
But even though she was so focused, just when the sword fight was about to begin, her spirit was still distracted by other things.
She glanced towards the corridor entrance subconsciously.
The long and narrow corridor is the only way to the top of the Jianlou.
Anyone else coming
Lu Marry felt the sword intent.
Those who can reach the fourth floor are all the best in swordsmanship.
But Lu Marian still had the illusion that the sword slowly climbing up the stairs was aimed at herself.
clatter.
Everyone heard the footsteps.
The sound of sword strikes throughout the building was suppressed by the slight footsteps.
Everyone looked there together.
"I'm late, I've disturbed you all, I'm sorry." Liu He looks plain, and can only be said to be a bit sharp. The sword in his arms is also mediocre. It was the sword he bought when he first started practicing swordsmanship, and he has never changed it. .
But the people present are not stupid. They know that who can appear here is an ordinary person
The moment he appeared, all the swords could not help but tremble slightly, as if in fear and surrender.
"Mr. Liu? Are you Mr. Liu from Jiange?" Someone guessed the possibility and couldn't help but drink it.
For a moment, the people in the sword tower no longer had the intention to compete with swords.
The most desirable place for sword cultivators in Middle-earth is undoubtedly the Sword Pavilion. When it was announced that the Sword Pavilion would recruit its fourteenth disciple, many of the sects’ geniuses were eager to try, and their sects were also eager to give it a try. Instead of seeing this as a betrayal, he felt that he was honoring his ancestors.
Only Jiange can receive such treatment. The Sword Master of the Sword Pavilion is undoubtedly the best in Middle-earth and the world.
Liu He listened to their noisy discussion and tapped the void with his fingers.
The sound of the sword suddenly sounded, causing the sword tower to fall into silence.
"Liu came here out of excitement and knows the rules of the sword building. You can compete with each other and don't worry about me." Liu He smiled calmly and walked slowly into the building.
After everyone knew his identity, the charm of this ordinary-looking man overshadowed all the famous men in their eyes.
"Mr. Seven is also here to compete with swords?" Someone was shocked and couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart.
Liu He nodded slightly: "Exactly."
They knew that someone was coming to the sword pavilion, but they never expected that Mr. Seven would come to compete with each other in person.
During the entire Dragon Mother's Banquet, except for the Dragon Mother who rarely appeared, who could be Mr. Seven's opponent
But everyone's morale is not low. What an honor it is to be able to feel the sword intent of the sword pavilion for once
On the fourth floor, only Lu Marry remained calm.
She stood quietly beside the lotus pond, like a quietly hanging painting. The person in the painting had exhausted her lifelong painting skills.
But the painting soon became discordant.
Because Liu He looked at her.
His gaze was obviously gentle, but it was like a sword. Just one glance made Lu Yuaiwei's natural sword intention no longer perfect.
Lu Marry was indifferent to his gaze and just asked lightly: "Are you here to find me?"
This sentence means different things to different people.
Some people feel admiration, some people feel arrogant, and some people sneer at you, thinking that you were cold and arrogant before, just like the lotus fairy, but now when you see the disciples of Jiange, you actually invite a fight and want to win the other party's attention. Ha, it seems clear. Pride cannot be disguised, and a fairy cannot escape fame and fortune.
Liu He's answer also exceeded everyone's expectations: "I climbed the stairs just for you."
This sentence is somewhat provocative and somewhat ambiguous.
Lu Marion frowned slightly.
The others just thought she was flattered or nervous.
But Lu Marry felt a little disgusted.
Although she has never been to Middle-earth in the past, who in the world knows about Jiange's reputation
In her heart, the Sword Pavilion has always been a holy place for sword cultivation.
Although Mr. Seven of Jiange was strong, there was a huge gap between him and the disciples of Jiange that she had in mind.
The man opposite Lu Marry heard what Liu He said and quickly got out of the way.
Liu He smiled slightly and walked to the opposite side of her holding the sword.
They are separated by a lotus pond.
"Your sword spirit training is not good." Liu He said straight to the point.
Lu Marian asked: "What are your suggestions?"
Liu He was not stingy either. He slowly pulled out the sword from the sheath and said with a smile: "The sword and spirit are one body. As the name suggests, the sword is also a spirit. It is an extremely powerful spirit that can fit with itself. But you are eager for quick success and use the sword's embryo directly." After refining it into the body, all it gets is that the sword body becomes tougher and the sword energy becomes sharper... I got the sword, but it lost its power."
Lu Marian didn't know if what he said was correct or not, but her swordsmanship was practiced for a long time by Ning, so of course she believed in her husband more.
But even so, she knew that she might have to stop at the fourth floor.
Lu Marian said calmly: "There is no need to draw the sword."
Liu He's action of drawing the sword continued, but he never drew out the sword.
Everyone in the audience was frightened by his actions. It wasn't until Lu Jiaoyou opened his mouth that the seemingly casual but breathtaking action broke.
Liu He was not annoyed, he just smiled and said, "Not bad."
"Draw out the sword." Lu Jieyou said.
They are all sword spirits, and the sharpest sword is never a foreign object, but itself.
Liu He put his palm against the hilt of the sword and slowly pressed the sword back into its sheath.
At the same time, Lu Marion also made a gesture to draw her sword.
But what she drew was a sword imagined by her mind.
Between retraction and retraction, the sound of the sword was clear.
The water surface in the center of the lotus pond is divided.
Everyone held their breath and looked at the two people standing opposite each other in the northwest corner of the sword tower.
Ning Jiujiu also looked at the northwest corner.
On the fourth floor of the chess building, an old man walked over and slowly sat down.
He leaned his crutch on the wooden table, glanced at Ning Chang, and nodded.
I would rather sit upright for a long time and return the courtesy.
He could feel that the old man's level was only higher than his own.
In fact, few people in this chess building knew this once famous old man.
The old man's invitation was borrowed from a junior in the sect - he had not played chess for many years.
Ning looked at him deeply for a long time.
Guess first and play chess.
The old man goes first.
The chess piece fell on the empty chessboard, like a snowflake falling on the wasteland.
After Ning Jiujiu played three games, he went from beginner to proficient. He no longer felt nervous at the beginning, but replaced this emotion with caution.
He also picked up the chess piece and dropped it.
Sword fighting in the sword building is like playing chess.
The two of them first started fighting, and their sword intent condensed like dots, and then expanded rapidly, turning into a surface, and then turned into a three-dimensional sword field, including the other side, and raining sword intent fell on the opponent's body like Ling Chi. body.
Therefore, whose sword power is first will largely determine whose sword field is first, which is particularly crucial for victory or defeat.
Lu Marry pulled out her fantasy sword.
Although the sword is illusory, the meaning of the sword is like the crackling sound of pipa strings, making a lot of noise, like the twists and turns of a quiet spring, like tears and complaints.
In the sword tower, the sword's intention arouses sadness. The other swords in the building were all infected, and they also made a mournful and trembling sound.
That was the sound of the evening breeze blowing through countless nights at Tianku Peak.
Liu He remained unmoved.
His action was obviously to sheath the sword, but the sword energy in his body was unsheathed.
Lu Marion's sword accident looks sad on the outside, but inside it is as majestic as a thousand armies splitting into formation.
But no matter what, he is a willow.
Willows are in the spring breeze, and they are also willows in the winter snow. No matter whether it is warm or cold, they will remain safe and sound.
An absolute realm of sword energy seemed to rise in front of him. When all Lu Jiayou's sword energy came to his eyes, it would turn into a torrent and spread to both sides.
Lu Yuai had assimilated countless sword energy before, but this time, she seemed to have encountered a stubborn stone that could not be enlightened and could not take it as her own.
Lu Jianjian drew her sword and came out, Liu He returned with his sword.
In the invisible sword intent, the two armies clashed, and in the lotus pond, boiling water rose up like a rain curtain.
The rain turned into raindrops and fell.
Black chess pieces also fell on the chessboard like raindrops.
The old man looked at the chess piece, smiled, and said, "Young man, you must be from a famous family, right?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "The rules of chess will not be changed because of one's origin."
The old man nodded lightly, knowing that disciples of his sect were not allowed to report their family status when they went out for a walk.
The battle on the chessboard is tense and fierce, and if the value of each move is not considered well, it may cause heavy losses in the mid-term.
But outside the chessboard, they started chatting.
"When I was as young as you, I also came to the Dragon Mother's Banquet several times. At that time, the Caijuan Immortal Palace was not as beautiful as it is now." The old man said while placing the chess pieces on the chessboard to take root.
Ning Changjiu said: "I think Mr. Lai was also a popular figure back then."
The old man smiled and said, "It was all over two hundred years ago."
Ning Jiujiu frowned and said, "Mr. has been injured?"
Over two hundred years old should not look so old for someone in the Ziting realm.
The old man smiled and nodded: "When I was young, I was very competitive and got a lot of diseases. Don't imitate me."
Ning Jiujiu said: "The old gentleman is also here to see the Dragon Mother?"
The old man nodded and said: "I am confused in my heart. I don't want to die with doubts, so I want to ask her."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What's the question?"
The old man did not say it directly, but said: "The Dragon Mother has no heirs, but she is called the Dragon Mother. Don't you find it strange?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "It's very strange. May I ask sir what's the reason?"
The old man smiled and said vaguely: "Because the Dragon Mother, her existence lasts far longer than three hundred years."
More than three hundred years? Mother of Dragons? Ning Jiujiu captured something.
After Ning Jiujiu was slightly distracted, the old man had already chosen the placement point and placed one solidly.
Ning looked at the current situation for a long time and fell into deep thought.
The old man no longer looked at the chessboard. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was taking a nap.
He originally thought it would be easy, but he never thought it would take so much mental energy... The old man also felt a little tired.
Ning looked at the chess game for a long time and found that the game seemed to be evenly matched at the moment, but in fact, his chess had already torn a hole, and the calculations after many breakpoints were very troublesome. After all, he lacked experience and it was difficult to calculate clearly. , but he could vaguely feel that if he didn't handle it well, it would be an avalanche.
He slowly allowed himself to meditate.
A crisp sound of falling was heard.
The old man knew that his chances of winning in this game of chess were quite high, but he was shocked when he opened his eyes. It was not because of any wonderful move he made, but because the old man could clearly see the hidden meaning in his eyes. With golden light.
That golden light is very pure.
But old people who know some old almanacs know very well that this kind of golden eyes is treasonous.
Even just seeing it means something ominous.
…
The competition in the Jianlou gradually reached its peak.
The rest of the people had already put down their swords and were staring here intently. They knew that Liu He would definitely win, so they were not focused on the outcome, but on trying to understand the subtleties of the two men's sword intentions, hoping to capture something from them. Something that benefits the avenue.
The fight in the sword tower probably has nothing to do with realm, it is a pure fight between swords.
Lu Jianwei grew up on Tianku Peak since she was a child. She was used to seeing the scenery covered by clouds and fog. Her sword was like a peak thrust towards the sky, and her peak was also a sword thrust towards the sky. The two blended together. , she stood still but already had the intention of being in charge of the giant peak.
And Liu He practices in Jiange. The dogma that the people in Jiange believe in is to open up peaks when encountering peaks, intercept rivers when encountering water, and fight for life against the will of heaven.
His sword power seemed to be at a disadvantage, but Lu Jiaoyue knew that as long as she could not defeat him, the opponent's counterattack would be fatal.
Sure enough, a shadow flashed in Lu Jianjian's eyes - a white figure.
If the sword power Liu He relies on is a lake, then this sudden figure is the beast in the lake.
Lu Marry quickly realized that it was the spirit that Liu He had made with his sword body.
That spirit looks like Liu He.
Ling raised his arm, which turned into a sword and stabbed Lu Marry between the eyebrows.
Lu Marry focused her sword intent in front of her eyes to resist.
The cracking sound is clear and crisp.
Lu Marian's sword and her body were already harmonious, but for some reason, when the sword struck, she still couldn't put up much resistance.
But she didn't flinch.
She faced the spirit and simulated the sword in the second half of the Yujian Tianzong volume into the sword intention.
The sword will kill.
Liu He's expression changed slightly. He had originally imagined that the woman in white would be defeated with this sword strike, but suddenly, he felt an unprecedented murderous intent.
This murderous intention shocked and excited him.
With a twist of his fingers, his body and the sword spirit merged into one, and the edge and sharpness of the sword spirit surged.
In front of him, the shadows of countless small swords leaped out of the lotus pond like carp. They swung up and split, like blizzards rolled up by a hurricane.
Lu Marion pursed her red lips into a tight line.
The battle of swords and will is not a real sword or a real gun, but it is full of games where the slightest difference can lead to thousands of miles.
The swords clashed like knives stirring each other.
Lu Marry was at a disadvantage, and Liu He's murderous sword intent was shattered into pieces.
The sound of the sword shattering was as clear as a chess piece falling to the ground.
Ning Jiujiu picked up a black chess piece that had fallen to the ground and wiped away the dust on it with his hands.
"You are going to lose." The old man said slowly.
Ning sighed for a long time.
Now that the chess game has reached the back end, it will be difficult for him to recover.
Ning Jiujiu sighed: "The old man's chess skills are indeed superb."
The old man rubbed his temples. The complex thinking of this game made him look even more aged. He sighed: "You are also very strong at chess. You are one of the strongest people I have ever met in my life. "
Ning Jiujiu dropped the clean black piece on the chessboard.
The sun seems to be a little brighter.
This is a wonderful move, so wonderful that it can induce celestial phenomena, but it cannot reverse the victory.
The old gentleman slowly raised his hand. He looked at the black and white pieces on the chessboard and was very satisfied with the final battle of his game.
His hand fell slowly.
Lu Marry looked at the falling sword intent, which was like an ice phoenix falling, with a solemn expression.
The sword intention was like spreading ice, sealing all possibilities of changes in her sword intention.
Even the water in the lotus pond was infected by the sword's intention and condensed into a thin and fragile layer of ice.
Lu Marry closed her eyes.
In her sword intention, a golden crow's shadow burst out of the ice.
Liu He looked slightly strange.
But he quickly calmed down and sighed: "The sword should be straight, cold, indifferent and ruthless. It should be corroded and rusted by the years, but it must not stick to dust. This is a sword. Your sword is made to look like a human being, even if it looks like a human being outside. Indifference, what is contained inside is not a pure sword heart. The human heart is not like the sword heart, of course it is timid."
This Golden Crow was very powerful, but it was just a shadow, not something Lu Jiaou actually owned.
Liu He's sword intention turned into a lock, trapping the shadow of the Golden Crow within.
This is the ice seal of the sword pavilion, the best sword lock in the world.
No mortal fire can melt it.
Lu Marry was frozen by the sword, unable to move, her expression was calm but pale.
After Liu He struck out with his sword, the rest of his sword intention was aimed at Lu Marry's eyebrows.
Then, a sudden change occurred, and Liu He's pupils shrank suddenly.
He saw fire.
That is not mortal fire.
Lu Marry's long hair was slightly raised by the sword wind, and a strand of hair in her long hair suddenly glowed red.
She didn't even know what it was, but she just felt warm. This warmth was very similar to that of the little girl Zhao Xiang'er.
Lu Jiayou's frozen sword intention was freed in an instant, and she also stabbed Liu He.
This sword was not thrust by her alone, it was more likely that she and Zhao Xianger held the hilt of the sword and thrust it out together. And Jinwu, who represented Ning Changjiu, cheered and shouted from the side.
The ice on the lotus pond melted instantly.
A drop of blood dripped into the lotus pond and spread.
That's Liu He's blood.
He looked at the center of his eyebrows with a shocked expression.
The whole building was silent.
There was also silence in the chess building.
Ning Jiujiu picked up the piece, hesitated, and then gently put it down. He sighed with some regret: "I lost."
The old man shook his head gently.
"Huh?" Ning Jiujiu was puzzled.
The old man said slowly and leisurely: "I'm going to die."
Although he could win this game, the difficulty of winning also consumed his last effort.
There was still a third floor behind, and he was destined to never finish it.
Rather than die in a certain ending, it is better to die in this perfect ending.
He dropped the last piece and straightened it up slightly. This piece filled his air hole, turning his originally live chess piece into a dead chess piece.
Like his white hair.
The old man leaned back on the chair, folded his sleeves with his hands, and closed his eyes.