The mighty sounds, overlapping one after another, permeated the entire Tianding City and lasted for two full hours. [Learn ww.du.m]
The old man appeared as a saint, and the sword king killed himself. This unique spectacle slowly disappeared, and the world returned to peace again.
But the warriors in Tianding City couldn't calm down their thoughts for a long time.
After this day, Tianding City's status among the swordsmen of Xuanyu skyrocketed, and it was even vaguely comparable to the first holy place for swordsmen, Tianding City, which was under the jurisdiction of Sword King Wu Xiaotian.
In the center of the square, under the eighteen stone pillars, Bailang and his group slowly opened their eyes.
As the geniuses of the younger generation, they received the ancient sage's **** at close range, and they definitely gained more insights than ordinary people. Everyone gained something, and their faces were full of satisfaction.
Xiao Chen was the last one to open his eyes. In the divine spring of dew, he absorbed a huge amount of divine liquid, and his understanding was astonishing.
He has memorized all the different sword techniques of the eighteen ancient sword kings one by one, without missing a word. When he returns home, he can write them down immediately, which will be a valuable asset.
No one present was as talented as him. Even Bai Lang, who had only memorized five different sword techniques, was far superior to ordinary people.
Whoosh!
“I respect you with this cup of tea and formally apologize to Brother Xiao.
Bai is too blind to recognize Mount Tai, which makes people laugh at him. I hope Brother Xiao can forgive me. "
Bailang opened his eyes, poured a cup of tea himself, and flew towards Xiao Chen.
He was able to pick it up and put it down. After seeing Xiao Chen's attainments in the art of swordsmanship, he immediately served tea and apologized without any airs.
He opened his mouth to ****, allowing eighteen ancients to appear holy, and the holy voice that spanned time and space descended on Tianding City at the same time. This was not counting swordsmen, but there really were no swordsmen in the world.
No one showed any contempt or ridicule towards Bailang's apology.
Xiao Chen stretched out his hand, caught the tea cup, took a sip, and put it on the table: "It doesn't matter, Brother Bai is a real swordsman, I can understand your thoughts."
Bai Lang nodded slightly without any trace, and continued: "Wu Que Sword Dao is indeed unique.
It is eye-catching, unprecedented, and there is no trace of falsehood or reality.
I heard the second half of your doubts, and I have some insights in my mind that I would like to discuss with Brother Xiao. "
Xiao Chen's heart moved and he said with a smile, "But it doesn't matter. Comrades, if you have any opinions, I hope to speak freely."
"The second half of your article mainly focuses on a few questions. Let me talk about the first one, how to handle the knife in your hand with your body as a knife and your mind as a knife."
Bailang paused for a moment, as if he was considering his tone, and then said: "I think this question is a bit confusing for us swordsmen.
The knife is a part of the body. As the old saying goes, if the knife stays with you, the knife will kill you, and this is what it means. "
Xiao Chen's eyes lit up, and he thought thoughtfully, using his body as a knife, his hair can be used as a knife, and his clothes can be used as a knife.
But why can't we use the knife as a knife? It's just that the knife is a knife in the first place, because of this, I get involved.
Think of the knife as an object like hair and clothes. How to deal with the knife in your hand can solve this problem without attacking it.
Lin Yan, a disciple of the King of Blazing Swords, smiled and said: "I also have some opinions on the way to perfection, the so-called perfection.
It does not have to be flawless to be perfect. There is no flawless thing in the world, but it does not necessarily mean that there is no perfect thing. Perfection does not necessarily mean that there are no shortcomings. "
"Brother Xiao, I think the bright moon before was a perfect moon. When it is perfect, it will be natural and flawless."
There has never been such a kind of sword art in the world. Even the sword arts of the eighteen ancient sword kings are all-encompassing, but they are not stained by the perfect sword art.
Being able to participate in the discussion of this kind of sword art has a feeling of making history. It can be predicted that once the perfect sword art reaches the top, it will be famous forever and leave a strong mark in the era of martial arts.
The swordsmen present seemed quite excited and spoke enthusiastically. Regardless of whether they were right or wrong, they at least opened up Xiao Chen's thinking. From the perspective of others, he could always see something different.
Finally, after the topic was over, Bai Lang put down the teacup, patted his palm lightly on the table, and the sword placed next to him, with its sheath attached, made a clanging sound, submerged an inch, and was inserted into the high platform.
Dang, Dang, Dang!
The remaining people followed suit one after another and inserted their swords into the stone platform. For a moment, the sword energy stirred and buzzed, and the powerful sword intention lingered in the field.
Xiao Chen knew in his heart that this was the second process of the tea party. Meeting friends with a knife was also the highlight of the tea party.
After all, no matter how good your words are, you still have to fight to see the effect.
With a slight movement, the Moon Shadow Knife was inserted into the high platform with its sheath attached.
"It's very popular. I've heard about it for a long time. Can you give me some advice?"
After everyone's knives were inserted into the high platform, a tall and thin man in a long gown called out to Feng Xingsheng for a fight.
Feng Xingsheng smiled slightly and said, "It's not about giving me advice, just a discussion."
Whoosh!
The two men rose into the sky at the same time, stretched out their hands and made a move. Two rays of sword light flashed, and the sound of the sword clanging sounded. They took the sheath and took it out. The two of them began to fight quickly at high altitude.
The people below raised their heads slightly and could see clearly. From time to time, they would comment with their friends around them.
The battle between the two was remarkable, but Feng Xingsheng was obviously superior.
He is very aware of his talent, the way of the wind sword, and only uses a little bit as a breakthrough and understanding, which is the gentle breeze.
In the lingering breeze, the sword intention is everywhere, and in the gentleness, there is murderous intention everywhere.
After another two hundred moves, the opponent voluntarily admitted defeat, and the two returned their swords to their sheaths, each saluted, and sat down again.
After that, the tea party began to reach its climax. Swordsmen from all walks of life appeared on stage. Xiao Chen saw them one by one. The ones that impressed him the most were the disciples of the Flame Sword King and the Thunder Sword King, Lin Yan and Dugu Jue.
Several people challenged the two to fight, but they were all defeated within a hundred moves.
The methods of thunder and flames were brought to the extreme in their swords. The rolling flames erupted like a volcano, and with one strike of the sword, red flame clouds filled the sky for ten miles, with an astonishing momentum.
What worries Xiao Chen even more is naturally Dugu Jue, the descendant of the Thunder Sword King. His true energy itself is of the thunder attribute, and the will he comprehends is also the will of thunder. Of course, he has to compare with this person.
Dugujue's sword skills made Xiao Chen's eyes light up. The thunder sword skills that the other party understood could be described in two words as speed and explosion.
The world often describes it as thunder and lightning. If a person's speed is extremely fast, his sword is also extremely fast.
But it would be a big mistake to think that it was only about speed. Its explosive power in Sumeru was equally terrifying, causing the Tianding Square to shake violently.
The power of thunder is not only about speed and explosion. Xiao Chen has experienced thunder disasters and withstood the baptism of thousands of kinds of thunder.
But the other party must also know this. After all, there is a great emperor who teaches him, so he understands the principle of biting off more than he can chew, and only uses these two characteristics to the extreme.
Xiao Chen couldn't help but compare this person with An Junxi. If the two of them fought, it would definitely be quite exciting.
"Xiao Chen, your eloquent words leave people speechless.
But I don’t know how many real tricks I have at my disposal. I, Jiang Chengzi, would like to ask you for some tips. "
Jiang Chengzi, a ghost clan, looked directly at Xiao Chen and challenged him.
Everyone immediately became very interested. They had no shortage of swordsmanship and high theory. In the final analysis, it was still based on combat effectiveness that could convince others.
Xiao Chen accepted it happily, stretched out his hand and said: "Please!"
Keng!
With a ghostly flash of his figure, Jiang Chengzi was already standing in the air, with the long black knife inserted in the ground already in his palm. Before Xiao Chen could get up, he disappeared in a flash and headed towards Xiao Chen behind the tea table. Kill it.
It was surrounded by a strong aura of death, and it flashed forward. The terrifying scene of Senluo Purgatory emerged behind it, and a black sword light was seen, and it had already reached Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen stretched out his hand a little and put it against the tip of the opponent's knife. In the sea of consciousness, the thunder talisman was moving. In the sky, thousands of peach blossoms slowly fell. Xiao Chen's body was filled with endless life force. .
In spring, when everything revives, it is the time when vitality is most intense. When peach blossoms bloom in the forest, the fragrance spreads all over the place.
Xiao Chen stretched out his hand and sent Jiang Chengzi's somewhat unruly sword flying away.
He reached out and pinched it, and thousands of peach blossoms turned into one branch, which fell between Xiao Chen's two fingers. With a slight click, he sent it towards Jiang Chengzi who was flying back.
clang!
Jiang Chengzi held his sword in front, forming a dark curtain of swords, trying to block this small peach blossom.
Unexpectedly, the peach blossoms bloomed, and the completed Spring Knife contained power far beyond his expectation.
He was blown away directly, and the Senluo Purgatory behind him was even more likely to collapse.
Xiao Chen did not give him a chance to make up for his mistake by underestimating the enemy. He jumped out of the way, and the bright sword light bloomed from his body. With a clang, the radiating sword intent turned into the sword wind and swept away in all directions, which made people a little stunned. Don't open your eyes.
The sword of summer, the sword of autumn, and the sword of winter are used continuously, and the four seasons are intact and interlocking.
Among the snowflakes, there was a trace of blood on the corner of Jiang Chengzi's mouth, his body was covered with frost, and on his chest, there was a lingering flower carved from ice.
Jiang Chengzi said unwillingly: "I give up!"
In just four moves, except for Jiang Chengzi who broke the rules at first and gained a slight advantage, he was constantly suppressed by Xiao Chen's flawless sword technique, without any chance of resistance.
The scene was silent. Jiang Chengzi was defeated so quickly, which was really unexpected.
After this battle, I am afraid that no one will dare to underestimate Wuque Daodao's combat effectiveness.
Xiao Chen stretched out his hand, and the ice flower on his chest fell into his hand: "Promise."
Long clothes danced lightly, Xiao Chen did not embarrass the other party, just tiptoed and sat down again.
Bai Lang, who had not made a move until now, had a spark in his eyes, stood up and said, "Brother Xiao, how about we try two moves."
The person with the highest strength present, besides Xiao Chen, is Bai Lang. It is very likely that Bai Lang has also comprehended the sword soul.
The interest of the swordsmen present was immediately aroused.
Xiao Chen's heart moved, and he was very interested in Bai Lang's proposal. There were many people here, but the one who could really let him fight to his heart's content was Bai Lang.
But just when he was about to say yes, a discordant voice suddenly sounded outside the venue.