"In that case, it's offending!"
With a long and unrestrained laugh, Shi Zhixuan's phantom demonic figure instantly transformed into one. With murderous intent, the demonic energy converged to form a huge cyclone. As he jumped up and struck a palm in the air, carrying unparalleled power, the wind and clouds turned into waves. , roaring and rushing, rushing straight towards Jiang Chen.
"Well done!"
Jiang Chen held the sword in the air, and with a flip of his hand, the three-foot light sword was swung across the air. Suddenly, a sword wave was set off out of thin air, and he blocked the killing palm of the phantom demon with a strong force. The two sides struck with a bang. Jiang Chen stood still, and Shi Zhixuan took advantage of the situation to retreat. , the man jumped in the air again, with a strong demonic aura around him, as if the person who came to the mortal world from nine days away was not a demon.
"Ha! Interesting!"
Seeing this, Jiang Chen couldn't help but chuckle: "As the saying goes, it's disrespectful to come back without reciprocating. Jiang has a sword, so please ask the Evil King to taste it." After saying this, he waved his hand, and the light sword's edge was directed towards it. The sword energy broke through the air, carrying endless sharpness, and penetrated directly into the vital points of Evil King Shi Zhixuan's body.
Knowing that his opponent's martial arts were extremely powerful and unfathomable, Evil King Shi Zhixuan did not dare to be careless at all. At that moment, his figure moved and changed, and his palm movements were smooth. At first, he was extremely strong, but at the moment when he collided with Jiang Chen's sword energy, his palm strength suddenly changed. , changed from the original extremely hard to extremely soft, wrapping the sword energy within it.
At the same time, the palm force changed again. In an instant, it turned from feminine to masculine, from cold to hot. The power of the two poles was constantly changing, generating a wonderful force that wanted to melt the sword energy. .
Looking at the entire world of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, only Shi Zhixuan's Immortal Seal Technique, which combines the two extremes of life and death, could achieve such a strange change in power.
Life can turn into death, and death can turn into life.
"What a transformation between life and death!"
When Jiang Chen saw this, he immediately praised him, but then he added: "Unfortunately, it is just a superficial change of yin and yang. How can one truly understand the mystery of the cycle of life and death and the change of yin and yang without experiencing the wheel of life and death? "
"Yeah?"
Evil King Shi Zhixuan said unequivocally: "In that case, please give me some advice!" As he spoke, his figure fell sharply, and at the same time, he slowly struck out with a floating palm.
When this palm strikes, the palm energy is condensed but not released. It is so light that it seems to have no strength, making people unable to grasp the importance of it. But what is even more powerful is that it is combined with Shi Zhixuan's strange movement technique of descending from the sky and transforming into a demonic shadow. The palm energy is The angle of attack is changing every moment.
It has been some time since he traveled through the world of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, but this was the first time for Jiang Chen to encounter an opponent with such strange and varied moves. However, he did not feel any fear, but instead felt a little more interesting. At the moment when the corners of his mouth raised, his sword intent was silent. Spreading, filling the surrounding void.
"Burning Sky Sword Dao: Burn and refine yin and yang!"
As soon as the sword came out, the yin and yang were refined, and the change of reincarnation of life and death suddenly appeared. Black and white colors suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth. At the moment when the sword palms of the two people met, everything was engulfed in endless red light.
"Is this your understanding of the yin and yang of life and death?"
Figures intertwined, the sound of fighting stopped for a moment, Shi Zhixuan closed his eyes slightly, but in his mind, there were countless mysteries of the transformation of yin and yang, and the cycle of life and death.
"You're already pretty good."
Jiang Chen smiled and said: "Now you are qualified to accept my polemic post and lead to the Temple of War."
"War Temple?"
Shi Zhixuan was surprised: "Does the legendary place really exist?"
"Of course."
Jiang Chen asked with a smile: "Could it be that the Evil King doesn't believe Jiang?"
"How dare you."
Shi Zhixuan smiled casually and said: "On the contrary, I look forward to this day coming."
"Just let it go."
A confrontation was a test, a battle of life and death, and it was Jiang Chen's war message to Shi Zhixuan. At this time, his goal was achieved, so he naturally had no intention of staying any longer, so he walked away and continued to Lingnan.
Along the way, he saw various natural and man-made disasters, and it was inevitable that he would take action. In this way, not only was he delayed a lot of time, but his whereabouts became more transparent.
More than a month later, Jiang Chen came to Lingnan. As soon as he entered the country, he was greeted by two people. The first one was about forty years old. He had a slender figure, skin as white as snow, and a pair of gloomy but narrow faces on his thin face. But with clever and intelligent eyes, a sentimental mouth and five long beards, this handsome man dressed in scribe's attire is completely like Zhuge Wuhou's reincarnation.
The man in the back is about forty years old, but he has white hair and a beautiful silver-white beard, but he does not show signs of aging at all. He is graceful and majestic, with the air of a great man, and his demeanor is very humble and polite. But it is Jiang Chen. An old friend of.
At this time, Jiang Chen saw the two of them and couldn't help but smile: "Song Zhi with the Earth Sword, Song Lu with the Silver Dragon Crusher. You two must be here to lead the way for me. Thank you for your work."
Song Zhi took the lead and responded with a smile: "Daxia Jiang's courage is indeed extraordinary and comparable, please!"
"Lead the way."
Although he was traveling alone, he was extremely high-profile, so it was not a big deal for the Song clan to know his whereabouts. Compared with these trivial matters, he now wanted to see Song Que more.
When I arrived at Songjia Mountain City, I looked around and saw hundreds of houses scattered throughout the city, connected by more than ten orderly bluestone-paved avenues. The most distinctive feature is that it rises layer by layer along the mountain. The first floor is connected by stone steps and slopes, making it convenient for residents to get off their cars and horses.
Trees and flowers are planted along the road, and spring water from the mountain is introduced to form streams, which are interspersed in the garden residences, forming small bridges, flowing water, ponds and pavilions and other endless beautiful scenery. The space is spacious and comfortable, and it has the scenery of a Jiangnan garden. When you are in it, you feel like you are in a garden. In a large garden on a mountain.
The main buildings of the mountain city are gathered on a large platform about two miles around the ninth floor. The towering pavilions and elegant architecture are made of wood and stone. From the eaves to the flower windows, the decoration is meticulous, creating a feeling full of southern The powerful cultural atmosphere makes people feel the Song Dynasty's important position in the south.
Jiang Chen followed Song Lu and Song Zhi through the pavilions, flowers and trees, and came to the courtyard gate located at the entrance of the Grinding Hall at the end of the mountain city.
Song Lu stopped walking: "Should the two of us accompany Daxia Jiang to go in to meet my eldest brother?"
Looking at the knife-sharpening hall in front of him, Jiang Chen couldn't help but chuckle: "No, Lord Song must be very impatient with the wait. You two, please!" After that, he walked through the courtyard gate and entered the knife-sharpening hall. Hall.
At this time, in the huge space of the Sharpening Hall, a man stood in the center of the hall with his back to the door. There was no weapon on his body. He was as tall and fit as a javelin. He was wearing a blue robe that hung down to the floor. He stood as majestic as a mountain, with black hair. The top of her head is tied up in a bun with a red middle, and her hands are clasped behind her back. Without even seeing the outline of her facial features, she already has an arrogant and arrogant air that looks down upon the world.
On the walls on both sides, there are more than a dozen swords of different shapes hanging on each side. On the other side of the door, there is a huge stone shaped like a stalagmite, dark and smooth, and as high as the human body, which adds to the already unique atmosphere of the Sharpening Hall. Adding another indescribable meaning. And beside this boulder, there is an unfolded picture scroll. In the picture scroll, a crescent moon hangs alone in the sky, cold and lonely.
"Your Majesty is finally here!"
Song Que suddenly turned around and said coldly: "Do you know that I have been waiting for you for a long time?"
"Wouldn't that be just right!"
Jiang Chen chuckled and said: "Song clan leader is also a knowledgeable person. Don't you understand that for some things, faster is not always better. It's like making wine. The older the wine, the more fragrant it becomes."
Hearing Jiang Chen's words, an uncontrollable smile suddenly appeared on Song Que's face. It was a handsome face without any flaws, with a pair of thick and clear eyebrows embedded in a pair of shining gems. His bright eyes and broad forehead show wisdom beyond ordinary people, and his silence has a melancholy expression that can impress anyone, but it also makes people feel that the emotion is deep and elusive.
Song Que's temples were frosted, but they didn't show signs of aging at all. Instead, they gave him the aristocratic air of a high-ranking official and the demeanor of a Confucian scholar. It is also daunting and unattainable. Coupled with his well-proportioned and graceful body shape and his graceful posture, he indeed has the intoxicating demeanor of an incomparable top master.
"You're right. You came at the right time and it's not too late at all."
In the midst of his smile, Song Que's body suddenly surged with majestic sword power. In an instant, it enveloped the entire knife-sharpening hall. He looked straight at Jiang Chen with unparalleled sharp eyes: "Are you still here?" Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?”
(End of chapter)