At this time, in Yan Zhengming's inner palace, all the demons from all directions seemed to be restrained by Cheng Qian's hard words, all floating outside his Yuan, but the sword qi circulating in the inner palace did not subside. The power of Yuan is doing its best to gather them together, and the next moment, it will be broken again by the sword energy and scattered.
Only Yuan Kui, who was sitting in the inner palace, remained motionless, even if thousands of sharp swords passed through him.
The backlashed sword qi and the master of the inner palace were constantly and silently contesting, Yan Zhengming's Yuan complexion was calm, as if there were many incidents in the world, nothing could alarm him.
Sword cultivators use it as a sharp weapon, don't they just have to work hard to survive the dead
Even if you go to the deep ditch of the moat, the thorny and evil soil.
However, this kind of contest was startled by a coughing sound. The choking person seemed to be dying. The sound alone could tell that the person was in a state of embarrassment. For days, Cheng Qian had been silent. Ruo Wu's sword intent was always lingering around, Yan Zhengming even thought he was gone.
Cheng Qian made a sound, Yan Zhengming almost shivered, and the mood that had been calm for many days suddenly became anxious, and the stagnant, seemingly honest demons around him gradually disturbed.
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Yan Zhengming stood up suddenly, and a sword shadow formed in Yuan's palm. First, he pushed aside the chaotic inner demon qi to the side, and even recklessly connected with the increasingly chaotic sword qi. When they were at peace with each other, the sword qi of the backlash was going to be magnificent on its own. At this time, it seemed to be boiled, and it rioted hysterically.
Yan Zhengming suffered a huge earthquake in the inner palace, and the cracks injured by the trapped dragon lock began to turmoil, but he couldn't restrain the strong desire in his heart - whatever he said, he had to break out of the inner palace, and he had to wake up to see Cheng Qian no matter what. at a glance. He knew Cheng Qian too well. This person could never be forced. He never knew what detours were. If there were any difficulties, he would definitely take his sword to the side.
However, at this moment, two icy fingers were suddenly placed between his brows, and an endlessly cold real essence spread in as if opening a path, and immediately froze the crack that he was trapped in the dragon lock. , Cheng Qian's slightly hoarse voice sounded in his ears—
"Congeal."
Yan Zhengming gritted his teeth and said, "What have you done?"
Cheng Qian said indifferently: "Jiancheng, choked with excitement."
He didn't sound like the one he had just been excited about.
The next moment, as if he thought he was talking too much, he didn't say hello to the cold sense, and he was involved in Yan Zhengming's inner palace. Cheng Qian, who likes to run wild, is not good at healing, Yan Zhengming is afraid of him. Injured, I dare not stop it, and I have to try my best to restrain the sword qi of my backlash, and collect them one by one on myself.
Then, a gentle sword intent, which was completely opposite to the cold air, penetrated into Yan Zhengming's inner palace along Cheng Qian's consciousness. It was only a momentary scene, and the silent sword intent that moistened things had separated from Cheng Qian's consciousness. , shrouded Yan Zhengming's entire inner palace, the flying sword qi released Yan Zhengming's Yuan at the same time, almost incarnated into a real body for a while, thousands of Yuan's swords flew past, and rushed towards the intruder unparalleled.
Yan Zhengming was startled, and then heard Cheng Qian still calmly say: "It's alright, you step aside."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Zhengming's inner palace suddenly gave birth to a sword intent that was exactly the same as that of the outsider, subtle and unpredictable, not like the gentleness of ordinary swords but ubiquitous.
It was the sword of the source that he had seen when he got started!
Neither fire nor severe cold can extinguish the fine grass and breeze that reincarnate on the wasteland, as long as the first bud falls from the wind and takes refuge here—
The wooden sword evoked every mood in the swinging wooden sword. Yan Zhengming could flash every move of the wooden sword in front of his eyes. The swordless wooden sword was all-encompassing. This hundred years of time have been reviewed again.
In this flash of lightning, Yuan Jianyi and Wooden Sword met, and a strong light immediately fell on Yan Zhengming's scarred Yuan.
At this moment, all the fresh air of Fuyao Villa poured into the bamboo forest like a river flowing into the sea.
Tang Zhen was the first to go outside the bamboo forest, followed by Shuikeng and Li Yun, Shuikeng ran over and almost plunged into the small bamboo forest, but was stopped by Tang Zhen with a flick of his sleeve: "Be careful girl, right now Can't get in."
It was only then that Shuiping realized that the strand of long hair that had just floated in front of her had been cut in half.
This seems to be full of infinite vitality, and it contains the ubiquitous sword edge.
In Yan Zhengming's inner palace, an ordinary wooden sword suddenly penetrated the infinite sword qi, straight into the center of the inner palace, and fell like a dinghai needle, a hurricane rolled up, and the chaotic backlash of the sword qi had no time to escape. The gravitational pull of the sword rolled up, and the swords of Yuan were recovered one by one by the wooden sword.
The sword light was blazing, and Yan Zhengming's Yuan Consciousness recaptured the Inner Palace in an instant, and the turmoil subsided, but he was still immersed in the boundless sword intent for a long time.
The sharp sword energy that was released outside was all gathered into his palm, and the boundless anger in his heart suddenly returned to tranquility, and a trace of sea tide sword energy from Cheng Qian was mixed in the swinging wooden sword.
He seems to be under the ocean, the abyss is thousands of feet, the waves are thousands of feet high, there are wind and thunder surging between the sleeves of Hunting's robes, but everything is silent.
That's what "sheathing" is.
Three zhang prison, jumping out to see, in fact, it is only a crude drawing of the ground as a prison.
Cheng Qian, of course, felt his approach, and took the opportunity to withdraw his consciousness.
He sat for eighty-one days, and there was a layer of frost on the corners of his eyes and brows, which was the result of his inner breath running to the extreme. Xiaoqing'an was warm like spring in the middle, only he was cold here, and there were spots on his chest. bloodstains.
This damage to the Yuan might really take a lot of work to recuperate, but Cheng Qian's heart was like a boulder falling to the ground, but instead opened up a bit.
He was willing.
Cheng Qian turned his head and glanced at Yan Zhengming, and saw that he still hadn't woken up, but the aura of gray defeat was gone, and the dark red heart demon mark between his brows was almost invisible, only the pure sword light flashed, Immediately, he regained his composure, and when he was unsheathed, the terrifying sharp edge was revealed, and he couldn't see it at all.
Cheng Qian was whimsical, and based on the wooden sword, it turned out to be a success. Thinking about it, it is incredible. Rao is that he is sure of everything. At this time, the corners of his mouth could not help but slightly curl up, revealing a smile.
The next moment, Yuan's sense of exhaustion from the damage came over involuntarily, Cheng Qian hurriedly stretched out his hand to support him, but he didn't get down on the spot, and that little smug immediately turned into a wry smile.
Li Yun's voice came from outside the door, with a little imperceptible anxiety: "Xiao Qian, how are you?"
"It's okay." Cheng Qian took a deep breath, barely holding his voice, and replied nonchalantly, "Wait, I'll sort it out a bit."
Hearing that there was no abnormality in his voice, Li Yun finally felt relieved and had time to joke with the people next to him.
He said to Shuikang: "When those two people come out, I will go into seclusion and worry about trivialities all day long. I don't have much cultivation, and my wrinkles are about to grow."
Tang Zhen was a little further away, the strange sword intent in the bamboo forest had not been dissipated, he reached out to catch a green bamboo leaf, and reached out to wipe off the dew on it. On the expression on his face, he said: "It's really amazing to create something out of nothing, and it's really amazing to enter the world. It's worthy of being a person who is not afraid of even a calamity."
Cheng Qian was far from being as relaxed as he had shown, so it was inconvenient to keep Li Yun and the others waiting for a long time. The blood-stained clothes were smeared into powder, and the corpses were destroyed. Then, he had an idea to light the same incense burner on one side. Then he wiped the cold sweat from his face, adjusted his breath for a while, and opened it to Li Yun and the others. Door.
Coping with the crowd's visits and questions, Cheng Qian's energy was finally unsustainable. He turned around and fell on the small couch beside him. Before his head touched the pillow, he fell asleep as if in a coma.
Also a sword cultivator, at this time, You Liang, who had settled in a town thirty miles away from Fuyao Villa, could clearly see that there was an indescribably powerful sword intent that had been patrolling Fuyao Villa for a long time.
With You Liang's cultivation base just entering Yuan, he couldn't see the depth of Jian Yu's cultivation base. He just deeply felt that kind of power and shuddered deeply for it - a shudder full of fighting intent.
There are 100 sword cultivators in this world, 99 of them are warlike. , only after nine deaths and a lifetime of progress has been made—of course, the remaining special one is Yan Zhengming, a once-in-a-lifetime expert in the field of swordsmanship. He was not born with a warlike heart. Almost all forced.
You Liang jumped up the beam of the inn, looking at the hazy cloud of the sword domain from a distance, his young eyes were full of eager light, but there was a light cough behind him, and You Liang turned around reluctantly. , Seeing Wu Changtian walking up slowly, he muttered: "Senior brother."
Wu Changtian glanced in the direction of Fuyao Villa, but said nothing.
You Liang said with emotion: "I really hope that one day I can fight against such a person."
Wu Changtian's eyes moved slightly, and after a while, he sighed and said, "Xiao Liang, when the matter of the demon dragon subsides, you should self-isolate for three hundred years and leave Tianyan."
There are too many secrets in Tianyan. If you want to escape, you have to go through three hundred years of retreat. After the confidentiality period, you can return to freedom.
You Liang was stunned: "Senior brother"
Wu Changtian said in a low voice: "Besides you in Tianyan, there is no other sword cultivator - sword cultivator is so hard to cultivate, firm in mind, and the heart of searching for a hundred years is more than his way. There are many things in Tianyan, which is not suitable for you. Cultivation, you are extremely talented, don't delay."
You Liang frowned and argued: "How can it be so serious, that Yan Zhengming is still the head of their Fuyao faction, isn't he also involved in trivial matters all day long, and he still entered the Sword Region!"
"You've only seen a prominent family member in front of you, but you haven't seen someone suffer behind your back." Wu Changtian shook his head. His younger brother had only been in school for more than a hundred years, and his desire to seek swords was a bit unpopular. , he couldn't help but say a few more words, said, "Tujiao Chenglong, although he has walked the magic way, he does not need to be angry, a pair of rivers and mountains, and two 'real dragons', why do you say the edict?"
You Liang was taken aback: "Senior brother, you have to be careful."
"There are many sects in the world, but in terms of background, none of them can compare to my Tianyan sect," Wu Changtian said with a sneer, "Everyone in the world thinks that the 'Tianyanchu' was established by the emperor, but we do not know that our Tianyan sect has been around for a hundred generations. Inheritance, we cultivate Taoism not for longevity, but to prevent those great powers who call the wind and call the rain and spread beans and become soldiers from harming mortals. The world has changed dynasties, but the purpose of our Taoism has never changed. He recruited a large number of ignorant so-called loose cultivators. At the time, I disagreed. But the head of the sect insisted on doing things his own way. He said that he has an identity and is easy to do things. If he really has some Taoism, then he is not a mortal? I also believe that Zhou Han is waiting for some sinister villain. Now, heh heh, he has become their emperor's private guard!"
Youliang asked in surprise, "Senior brother, since the change of dynasty is not under our control, why do we have to do our best to stop the dragon this time?"
"You read the scriptures into a dog's stomach. Haven't you heard of 'The wind never ends, and the rain never ends'?" Wu Changtian sighed, "Have you ever heard of a sect of demons from ancient times to the present? Going down? They are powerful, but when they flourished for a while, those demons clearly went their own way, no matter whether others live or die, they may not necessarily want what happened to the country - just for the sake of harm, naturally they can't be allowed to run wild."
The sword intent in the sky above Fuyao Mountain Villa gradually faded, presumably it was slowly drawn back by the unparalleled sword cultivator, Wu Changtian saw his eyes flickering, and after a while he whispered: "The demon exorcist of the past became a demon, but today's Dao defenders have no way—Tianyan and Fuyao are in decline, that’s all, I think their heads will have to go out soon, so they’ll just have to visit at that time.”
Yan Zhengming stayed in the sheath for a day and a night before he calmed down all the backlashing sword energy. The injuries from the trapped dragon locks in the inner palace immediately became insignificant. The sky returned to normal, and he looked inside, only to feel that even the demons in his heart had faded away a lot.
However, since the inner demon has arisen, it is difficult to disappear. The more you care about it, the more it will linger in your heart.
Yan Zhengming finally opened his eyes, rubbed his eyebrows, and felt that as his realm improved, he became more and more open to thinking. He felt that with his aptitude, he might not become the most powerful sword cultivator in history, and it seemed good to be the one with the widest heart.
Instead, it was the sword that Cheng Qian entrusted into his inner palace, a set of swinging wooden swordsmanship. Although the swords of the brothers and sisters all came from the same origin, different people naturally have different understandings, even if it is the same person, after the passage of time. All have different angles.
For Cheng Qian, although he started with the swinging wooden sword, over the years he has been more inclined to the sea tide swordsmanship. , Yan Zhengming caught a glimpse of the sword intent under the waves of the sea at the moment when he returned the sword into the sheath. If it weren't for this, he would not have gathered the sword energy so quickly.
as well as
Yan Zhengming felt that this might be his self-indulgent delusion. He always felt that the wooden sword seemed to contain a part of Cheng Qian. Although it was an authentic swinging wooden sword, it was indescribable and tolerant. The lonely cold, neither integrated with the sword energy of the same source around him, nor was it very out of tune. The wooden sword was erected in his inner palace, like a dedicated guard, never leaving, but also unwilling to enter. .
Yan Zhengming took a deep breath and found that there was a faint aroma of security in the room, but the incense had already been burned out. Fragrance. He stretched out, and planned to continue the fragrance. When he got up, he saw Cheng Qian on the small couch next to him.
Yan Zhengming: ""
He just stepped out, and immediately retracted it, as if he had been frightened by something. After standing for a long time, he took a step cautiously, moved forward like a thief, and found that Cheng Qian was asleep.
It must be difficult to refine the swinging wooden sword, otherwise Yan Zhengming would not know what else could make him fall asleep with Cheng Qian's cultivation.
Cheng Qian took the Ju Lingyu as his body. When he fell asleep, it was almost like a decoration in the room, and there was no sound at all. Yan Zhengming first walked over on tiptoe, took two steps and then straightened himself up, feeling that he was part of a group. Sect Leader, it's a bit wretched to act like a rat stealing oil.
Yan Zhengming deliberately made some small noises and walked in front of Cheng Qian, but the man was not disturbed at all.
He bent down and stared at Cheng Qian's sleeping face. The distance between the two was extremely close. For a while, he suddenly felt infinite in his heart, and he almost couldn't help but want to kiss Cheng Qian's eyebrows.
However, he finally refrained from retreating.
Yan Zhengming felt that he couldn't do it. He always felt that there was an indescribable innocence on Cheng Qian's face when he was asleep.
Yan Zhengming smiled bitterly, reached out his hand and tapped Cheng Qian's head lightly: "'Bi, do you know what it means? Open your mouth."
Presumably in the upper and lower three realms, only the head of Yan is so blind that he can see "no evil" from Cheng Qian's face.
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