Bai Lang's tone and attitude were as noble and cold as before, and he had strong opinions on Xiao Chen, a swordsman who "shows only his appearance".
Xiao Chen smiled and didn't take it seriously. He was really infected by the atmosphere of the tea party.
A group of swordsmen discuss Taoism over tea, abandoning the idea of family status, explaining their own experiences without reservation, discussing together, and making progress together.
You can't find such good conditions in other places, and you will never make progress if you remain stubborn. He somewhat understands why the younger generation of swordsmen are flocking to this tea party.
According to etiquette, Xiao Chen returned a cup of tea to Bai Lang, took a sip, and began to prepare to explain his perfect sword technique.
Xiao Chen has gained a good reputation over the years, but no one has seen him use a sword for a long time. There have been rumors about him abandoning his identity as a swordsman.
When everyone saw that he was about to commit suicide, they didn't look too serious. They didn't believe that a person who had abandoned his identity as a swordsman could speak out some truth.
Jiang Chengzi showed even more disdain: "Young City Lord, speak out the Dharma according to your words, talk about wonderful arguments, and make the three ancient sword kings appear holy.
You're a guy who doesn't even have a knife. You really don't want to come out and embarrass yourself and just add to the jokes. "
Feng Xingsheng couldn't stand it and said in a deep voice: "Jiang Chengzi, don't break the rules of the tea party. It's not your turn to interrupt at this time."
Seeing Bai Lang sitting in the middle with a displeased expression on his face, Jiang Chengzi curled his lips and said nothing more.
Xiao Chen sat casually, and when no one spoke, he opened his mouth and said, "I have a method that I would like to discuss with you all. It is called the Way of the Wuque Sword. I use my body as a sword and my mind as a sword.
Moved by your thoughts, your hair can become a knife, your clothes can become a knife, your fists can become a knife, and the wind on your legs can also become a knife. "
When Jiang Chengzi heard this, he couldn't help but sneered: "Bragging!"
But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Xiao Chen looking solemn and solemn.
The black wind was dancing lightly, the clothes were fluttering and buzzing, and the boundless sword intention burst out from Xiao Chen's body.
As the black hair danced lightly, flying up and down, it seemed as if every strand of hair had turned into a sword, bright and dazzling, with unparalleled sword intent.
The clothes that made a sound were like a continuous sword, dancing incessantly.
In an instant, everyone, including Bai Lang, put away their previous contempt, and showed solemn expressions on their faces.
His words were as follows as they were, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he shocked everyone present.
"As soon as I raised my hand, the sword was unsheathed, shining brightly and brightly. I am the most flawless sword in the world."
Sonorous!
Xiao Chen continued to speak, and behind him, there was a crisp sound of a knife, echoing between heaven and earth.
A bright sword light bloomed from his body, turning into a bright moon, hanging high in the sky, and falling pieces of brilliance.
"I use my mind as a sword. Everything I think about is a sword. Whatever I see is what the blade points to."
"What is flawless? The way I walk is unprecedented and unparalleled. I am flawless. My way of swordsmanship is unparalleled.
Like the bright moon in the sky, it is perfect, cold and beautiful, and the night hangs upside down in the blink of an eye. "
The bright moon in the sky became more and more brilliant. Everyone looked up and saw that night had quietly fallen, and this round of moonlight had covered up all the light.
Bailang's heart sank, he was such an unprecedented person, he really dared to say anything.
Boom boom boom!
Eighteen stone pillars carved with ancient sword kings, one after another, continued to shine with bright light. The legendary scene of the ancients appearing as saints and listening to the sword appeared again.
But unlike Bai Lang, Xiao Chen didn't even mention half of it before he lit up the nine ancient sword king stone pillars.
After Bai Lang finished speaking, only three stone pillars lit up, while Xiao Chen suddenly had nine stone pillars, far more than the other party.
The ancients showed their sages, and the swords soared into the sky. The people in Tianding Square saw this amazing scene again, and they all opened their mouths in silence, wondering what kind of unparalleled people appeared at the tea party.
"The four seasons are perfect, peach blossoms are blooming, summer is rising, autumn wind is blowing, and winter snow is falling..."
Spring thunder rings, peach blossoms bloom for ten miles, the fragrance of flowers is everywhere, and spring is full of joy.
The scorching sun is high, the earth is dry and cracked, and hundreds of miles are red. This is the hottest summer.
The autumn wind blows ruthlessly, and the strong wind sweeps the world.
There is no beauty for hundreds of miles, and as far as the eye can see, there is another land of snow-white.
Xiao Chen continued to talk about the perfect way of swordsmanship, and using the body as a sword is the foundation.
How to combine the perfect way with the martial arts skills you have learned to truly evolve this sword art is a more advanced skill.
As he talked, various visions kept flashing.
The rising and falling moon, the peach blossoms in spring, the scorching sun in summer, the cold wind in autumn, and the heavy snow in winter are all life and death.
Eighteen stone pillars engraved with the ancient King of Swords flashed one after another, and the sound of swords echoed across the sky. With Xiao Chen's movement, all eighteen stone pillars of the King of Swords appeared, and the old man appeared as a saint, and it was a wonderful scene to listen carefully. .
All the swordsmen and heroes present opened their mouths wide with astonishment on their faces. They had never expected it.
Xiao Chen's realm of swordsmanship was so unfathomable that these eighteen ancient sword kings all became saints.
Jiang Chengzi, who had made a mockery before, looked extremely ugly on his pale face. He had never expected that such a scene would appear.
"Wu Que, Wu Que, my heart is as high as the sky, I want to create this perfect sword path, but I am also confused.
Is it possible that there are really perfect things in the world? The moon is always missing, but the moon waxes and wanes, and the four seasons are perfect. However, in the extreme north and south, half of the year is full of daylight and half of the year is full of night, and two seasons are always missing. "
"I am also confused. I use my body as a knife and my mind as a knife. But how should I handle the knife in my hand, and where should I put the knife in my heart..." Xiao Chen spoke very sincerely, and the first half talked about his own experience. , the second half is about my own shortcomings and doubts.
The words flowed continuously without interruption. Xiao Chen finished speaking in one breath.
I just felt inexplicable happiness, a lot of doubts, seemed to be touched, and I saw a faint ray of light.
As his words fell, all the visions he displayed disappeared one by one.
Just when everyone felt that they had endless aftertaste and were chewing carefully, the shadow of the ancient sword king sitting on the stone pillar did not slowly disappear as before, but opened his mouth in surprise.
"I have a method that I would like to discuss with you. It is called the Way of the Killing Sword. The sword is a murderous weapon. It is born to kill people. It should kill all living beings, destroy all living things, and kill everything..."
"I have a method that I would like to discuss with you all. It's called the Way of Mending Heaven. It's hard to find the way of heaven, and it's hard to find the sword of heaven..."
"I have a method that I would like to discuss with you. It is called the Way of the Death Sword. All things are born to wait for death. I, the swordsman, go against the will of heaven and seek to survive in death..."
"I have a method that I would like to discuss with you all. It is called the Thunder Sword Way. Thunder is the hand of heaven, and it is the calamity of God..."
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The vast holy sounds overlapped, layer upon layer, lingering between heaven and earth. The entire Tianding City was enveloped by this sound that spanned time and space.
The ancients showed their sages and opened their mouths to ****, and in the land of hundreds of miles, seven-colored smallpox fell.
All the swordsmen in Tianding City were stunned. Under the shroud of such holy sounds, the spiritual sounds were endless in their minds. After reacting, they all sat cross-legged and began to carefully comprehend the swordsmanship in their hearts.