"That's what happened!"
Zong Shouyan said briefly and took a deep look at Lei Dong: "It's just a little strange. Since my elder brother Lei Dong was born in Wujue Villa, why can't he understand that mountains are still mountains and water is still water?"
If he had known that this person had such a prominent background, he would never have said a word at that time.
It was also secretly strange that the two people had obviously similar faces, so they should be blood relatives.
Since they are called uncle and nephew, why don't they have the same surname
Wujue Villa also specializes in swordsmanship, but Lei Dong specializes in swordsmanship, and he has this deceiving surname. At that time, he really thought that this guy was a helpless casual cultivator.
Lei Dong smiled awkwardly, touched his nose, and looked up at the sky. Yan Fan didn't care: "Your Majesty, don't be angry. Dong'er takes his mother's surname, so his surname is Lei. This guy was angry with me in his early years. He ran away from home and abandoned his sword to practice swordsmanship. He said he wanted to go out on his own without relying on my Wujue Villa. There is a way to come. Speaking of which, I would like to thank the crown prince for this time. If it were not for you, he would not know when he would come to see me!"
Zong Shou suddenly understood, and his breath calmed down slightly, but he still glared at Lei Dong.
It's not because of this person's life experience, but because he knows what happened today, this guy must be a part of it.
Lei Dong seemed to know that he was wrong. He looked helpless and kept bowing to Zong Shou.
If it hadn't been for Fairy Taiyuan, why would he have exposed the stone? There is no need to ask his uncle out. He originally thought of keeping the stone as a family heirloom.
Suddenly something moved in his heart, he raised a wine jar in his hand and made a three-character gesture with his right hand.
After a distance of more than ten feet, Zongshou smelled a clear aroma of wine. It seemed to be better than the half-step shake that day, and it was obviously a first-class fairy wine. I remembered again and again that day when I drank a bowl of wine. An Zongshou was so drunk that he couldn't help but feel raging with hatred.
He moved his hand towards Lei Dong and made a "ten" gesture in return. Looking at Lei Dong's face turning into a bitter melon face in an instant, he felt a little happy in his chest.
Yan Fan also smiled, as if he was completely unaware of Zong Shou's little move. With a flick of his sleeves, he threw the wooden jar containing the white chess pieces in front of Zong Shou, and said with a smile: "Actually, I have also seen the sword intention stone. The prince is already a kendo psychic at a young age, seriously. Yes! I think this time I can help the two of us solve the problem! Complete this endgame. I remember that the Crown Prince has used Jingyun Shen Destroying Sword Intent several times along the way, right?"
Zong Shou remained silent, not stupid enough to ask these two people, what would you do if he didn't want to play this chess game
The look he looked at Fairy Taiyuan was a bit more intense than looking at his lover. The same is true for Yan Fan, if he hadn't known that this man had a wife, and she was extremely loving. Zong Shou almost thought that this old guy had some abnormal sexual orientation.
If you really want to refuse, it will not look good on your face if these two people threaten you.
With a cold snort secretly, Zong Shou still urged the thunder bone to walk to the chessboard with a creaking sound. Minding his own business, he sat down cross-legged.
When I looked at it from a distance, I didn't notice anything. Looking carefully at this moment, he could only feel a cloud-like sword in the void, thrusting straight towards him. It seemed as if his head would be split open in the next moment.
Zong Shou's eyes sharpened, and he subconsciously slapped a white piece on the lower right corner of the chessboard, making a soft "pop" sound.
Strange to say, when the chess piece fell. The sword he saw in his eyes was immediately shattered by an inexplicable force and turned into a cloud of mist.
Shui Lingbo and Yan Fan couldn't help but stand up at this moment, looking at the direction of Zong Shou's position with surprise in their eyes.
The water in Lingbo City was relatively shallow, so he unconsciously clenched his fists and waved them vigorously.
The best test of a person's swordsmanship and talent is his immediate reaction in the moment between life and death!
And Zong Shou's move just now was far more perfect than they expected! Twice, no! More than three times or four times!
Not only did he block the cloud sword, but he also forcibly dispersed it! That instant counterattack was truly close to the level of a sword spirit!
Suddenly, Shui Lingbo's heart was filled with joy. Even if there is a barrier between heaven and man, so what if the soul is broken? She always has a way to remove these obstacles one by one, allowing this child to truly embark on the path of spiritual practice!
The foundation of their Taiyuan Sect is far from comparable to that of the low-end Holy Land sect like the Lingyun Sect!
His eyes couldn't help but become even hotter, as if they were going to burn Zong Shou's body completely!
Zhao Yanran's face moved slightly, her hand subconsciously pressed towards the sword, and then she regained her composure.
Just now, she felt that a powerful martial arts idea suddenly erupted, making her subconsciously want to take precautions.
But at this moment, he thought in his heart, sure enough, in that battle in the black mud swamp, Zong Shou did not try his best!
If she were to deal with this game of chess, she would be knocked hundreds of feet away by the force of the counterattack. Don’t even think about practicing for more than ten days.
Su Chuxue and Lian Fan behind them had another reaction. The two of them couldn't feel the confrontation at that moment. They only felt that Zong Shouwang's chess piece fell, as if it had the power to shake the world!
After that sound of falling, the clouds and mist lingering between the sky and the earth were at least 20% thinner!
Chuxue couldn't help but look at the chessboard again in surprise. Blinking his eyes, could it be that the heavy fog in the sky is really because of the fate of this game of chess? "Good chess! Good chess! This move is really a perfect move, with outstanding soldiers! And it takes into account the overall situation!" Yan Fan sighed in admiration, as if It looks like a few people are playing chess. He picked up a sunspot in his hand and dropped it casually in the center of the chessboard.
"Then how will the crown prince prepare to deal with my son?"
Before Zong Shou could wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, he saw the clouds and mist condense again, and the cloud light suddenly changed, hiding in the mist, seeming to appear and disappear, coming through the edges. There is no trace, but you can feel the danger coming quietly.
However, the illusion in front of him was extremely real. Zong Shou tried his best but could not break free. Cursing in his heart, Zong Shou did not hesitate and took another shot, still landing in the lower right corner.
But when it came time to make the move, Zong Shou had let go of all his scruples. Anyway, I have just been forced to reveal some of the details, so there is no need to deliberately hide it.
Therefore, there is no scruple in speaking.
"Although this sword of cloud fantasy is ethereal and has no trace, it is too soft. And the light and shadow change, can it really be completely invisible and traceless? This is not the true meaning of the Jingyun Shen Destroying Sword Technique! This level is really too ordinary. Just hearing a soft sound of "ding", a white fog sword was suddenly shot out in the clouds and mist. It was shattered without any suspense!
When Yan Fan saw this, not only was he not annoyed, but his eyes shone brightly, and he could hardly suppress his joy. Weiwei took the lead and said: "Sure enough, there is something wrong! It is just a trail hidden in the fog! So what if I do this again?"
The same cloud-light phantom sword, just halfway through, one transformed into four, and the four transformed into eight, strangling them from all directions.
Zong Shou couldn't help but smile when he saw this. If it was anything else, that would be fine. He was an expert in the magic sword.
Without hesitation, a hanging corner came. A white piece was placed next to the black piece.
"This sword is not bad, but it feels like sharpening the weapon in battle! It's still a little bit off. You can't hide it from me, and it's not difficult to break it. The owner of the village is not good at this, so why force it?"
Most warriors in the world specialize in one path. Unlike him, in order to be able to combine the swords of hundreds of families, he will study the sword techniques carefully and deeply, no matter whether they are exquisite or not. Most of the top swordsmanships spread in the Yun world have been studied thoroughly. It is almost truly a synthesis of the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought!
The owner of Wujue Villa tested him with the Jingyun Shen Destroying Sword Technique. However, I have never read the complete key to the Jingyun Shen Destroying Sword, and I have never made any effort to study it. Although the way of martial arts is comprehensive, Yan Fan has reached the realm of Lingwu Zun, only half a step away from the realm of immortal martial arts, but after all, he is not as good as someone who practices every day!
Martial arts cultivators in this era cannot use virtual illusions like him to practice sword skills in actual combat day and night.
It’s no exaggeration to say that it’s time to sharpen one’s skills in battle!
Sure enough, among the eight swords, the middle one suddenly shook. Then all the swords disintegrated and disappeared without a trace.
Yan Fan's breath immediately suffocated slightly. Zong Shou's evaluation was indeed correct.
Lei Dong was behind, but he gloated, "Tsk, laugh.
Yan Fan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, turned around and glared at his nephew coldly, but no longer hesitated, but looked at Fairy Taiyuan again with great satisfaction. He already roughly knew Zong Shou's talent and level of swordsmanship, so there was no need to try again.
Sure enough, he is a kendo psychic! Use the level of sword rhyme to show the true meaning of the sword!
With such good materials and quality, it may not be possible to produce a piece of Shui Lingbo in a hundred years. No need to be polite, the same black chess piece was thrown into the chessboard.
In Zong Shou's mind, the situation also changed again. The countless clouds and mist condensed again. This time, the sword's power was different from Yan Fan's.
Extremely strong, fierce and domineering. The momentum is several times stronger than that of the first sword!
Zong Shou's breath couldn't help but be suffocated. The powerful sword force faintly penetrated his mind.
The gaze was immediately sharp and quickly dissipated.
"Sure enough, the sword is just like the person it is! The power of this sword is really domineering!" With one sentence, he faintly stabbed the two people present. Zong Shou's expression returned to calm.
"It's just that the essence of this Jingyun Shen Destroying Sword Technique requires a combination of hardness and softness. If it is too strong, it will be easy to break!
Where is Yunjian here? It's obviously an ice sword! "
The ball fell in his hand, and there was another crisp sound of "pop," and a vibrating sound.
That extremely strong sword instantly shattered and collapsed like ice dust. The powerful sword power also disappeared without a trace.
Shui Lingbo was overjoyed, his eyes sparkling. If Yan Fan, a hateful old man, hadn't been by his side, he might not have been able to win. I wish I could snatch this Zong Shou away immediately.
At this moment, he could only endure it, frowned, pretended to be angry, and shouted coldly: "You are just a practitioner of the Eight Meridians Secret Martial Arts, and you dare to say that I am wrong~"