Murong Song is the master of Yunsong Temple, the first master of the outer sect of Lushan Sword Temple, and Yunsong's knowledge of the eighteenth way of pros and cons. He has searched up and down Mount Lu, and no one can make him have both internal and external, positive and negative. at will. He slashed out with a sword, and the clouds rose sharply, surrounding Ming Feizhen in all directions, so that even people could not see clearly. The sword light was like a shimmering water light, rippling back and forth, and the space around him was completely filled with sword light.
Ling Hanzhong was the first to drink it! The swordsmen who knew the goods behind them all applauded, with admiration in their eyes.
These people are all swordsmen with excellent martial arts. Among them, there are young masters who have not yet emerged in the Lushan Gate, and there are also hardcore warriors who are at the forefront. Some of them have retired from the front line and have made great contributions. The elders of the gate. These people saw such swordsmanship, and they all secretly admired it. It is expected that if you have a superior weapon in your hand, you will be able to do this kind of sword brilliance and rushing bullfighting. But that also needs to be done after one hundred moves, the momentum gradually condensed, and when the internal force is at its peak, can the fire ride the wind and take advantage of the situation to do it. If you want to make such a move, you will be so majestic, and the room will be full of light. Without showing murderous intent, it is dizzying to see where the sword is pointing, but it is self-aware that it is absolutely impossible.
The power of a sword has such a temperament, it has nothing to do with talent, but a realm that requires a long period of time and years of practice. Murong Song can sit in the position of the first master of the real outer door, which is not a blessing.
The only difference is that there are two people who are different, one just smiles, the smile is like the sunshine in the forest, which makes people feel very comfortable to see the warmth. The other person seemed to have the opposite opinion to everyone else, not only that, but there was an obvious cold sneer at the corner of his mouth.
This sneering young man was pale and seemed to be sick, but he had long red hair that was diametrically opposite to his face, blazing like fire.
He is the only one who knows that Yunsong's forward and reverse eighteen ways, a set of sword moves, eighteen ways, are all positive and negative tricks. The key is to do whatever you want, to sway freely, and it is the most unrestrained and extraordinary swordsmanship under the whole sect of Mount Lu.
This Murong Song has the swiftness of the sword, the agility of action, the finesse of swordsmanship, the high level of knowledge, and the strength of internal strength, all of which are at the level of a first-class swordsman in the world, and have reached the realm of sword intent. But although he cultivates both inside and outside, his swordsmanship is extremely extraordinary. However, his talent in swordsmanship is far inferior to his efforts. He acted in a strict manner, only saying that everything in the world can be forced, and hard training can replace spiritual understanding. Originally, it was common for martial arts to rely on penance, and it might be feasible to switch to another martial arts, but not everything in the world can be achieved by perseverance.
This Yunsong swordsmanship of the eighteenth road is one of them.
Murong Song has a strict temperament, and he is strict in learning and practicing the sword. This completely unreasonable swordsmanship, when he first started to use it, he found it difficult. However, he practiced hard, relying on his superb internal skills and a solid foundation in swordsmanship, so he changed Yunsong's forward and reverse eighteen ways to a different method. , both positive and negative, it is also extraordinary power. It's just that a good set of flexible swordsmanship, but teaching him to use it is labor-intensive and completely thankless.
If it's just him, that's fine. But he is the master of the Yunsong Temple, and he is based on this swordsmanship. His usage is naturally the correct solution of this swordsmanship, and the younger generations follow it. Among the younger generation's children, there are few internal and external foundations like him, and it is difficult to learn. It's easy to say both pros and cons, but it takes a lot of hand and eye skills, often sweating profusely, panting, but not at all. Where there is still half of the cloud into the pine trees, the appearance of freehand ease, a unique skill is almost lost.
Therefore, the red-haired young man looked down on Murong Song for no other reason than he thought he was stupid.
But the next scene shocked the red-haired youth, and more importantly, Ling Hanzhong.
It was not a scene, a picture, but a sound.
It was a 'boom' sound.
It was as if the mallet had hit the wooden fish, and the hammer had hit the anvil. In short, it would not be a sword, spear, sword, halberd, but an exclusive 'thumping' sound.
Although after that, there were still people screaming, blood and flesh flying, heavy objects falling to the ground, rushing to save people, shouting and scolding with panic, shock, panic, and anger, but Ling Hanzhong kept it firmly in his heart, lingering in the There was only this sound in his mind.
The sound seemed to be some kind of force that suddenly pierced through the blood vessels of the whole body, and it still had to rush out, so the people they were carrying kept flying, and they even knocked them into the distance several dozen meters away. The sound of the landing was far less than the sound of the strike.
That is some kind of sound that can only be made by a power that is beyond the scope of comprehension.
In the years after that, Ling Hanzhong could still remember this nightmarish voice whenever he dreamed back at midnight. It was as if someone had hit him hard in his heart, causing him to wake up suddenly, sweating all over his body.
'Boom'!
The smoke dissipated, and the sword light condensed.
The circular fog dissipated, revealing a young man holding a long black object. His expression did not change, and his eyes were still red. He turned his shoulders slightly and said lightly, "Next."
His eyes suddenly shot towards Ling Hanzhong.
- Stop, stop!
Ling Hanzhong involuntarily took a step back. Others looked at it with surprise. As the head of the White King's Seven Crowns, it is a shameful life to show such a terrified and ugly appearance in front of a descendant. However, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he had forgotten to fight back.
Ming Fei really didn't rush to attack, just slowly and down-to-earth, walking forward step by step. The swordsmen looked at him, but no one made a move. His existence seems to be a huge mystery that cannot be recognized, and can no longer be recognized by common sense.
"I'll meet him."
After this sentence, there was a fast indescribable sharp sword energy, and a fiery red that was close to dazzling red. Compared to Murong Song's eye-catching swordsmanship, this sword seemed simple and boring. However, if you asked who saw the moment when the young man made the sword, the answer was no. This sword was incredibly fast, almost when the sound of drawing the sword sounded, the sword had already swept in front of the opponent. If Murong Song's swordsmanship is an achievement that can be exchanged for diligence, this sword of the red-haired youth symbolizes the most enviable existence on the journey of kendo. That is another way of learning the sword that is different from hard work, or even the exact opposite.
genius.
Young people do not have the guidance of famous teachers, there is no chance encounter, and there is no invincible swordsmanship in the world. However, he was a natural swordsman genius. As soon as the sword is in his hand, he can figure out how to use the weapon, and when he sees the enemy, he instinctively knows how to see blood and seal his throat. He is like the poison in the sword, the poisonous snake in the sword, which can only play a role related to death.
The pale red-haired youth, the murderer of Mount Lu, Ling Xuezhao, had an indescribable frenzy in his eyes.
- What I want is this man's blood!
Since the battle at Lawless Cliff, Ling Xuezhao has not killed anyone for several months. For this swordsman madman who proves his swordsmanship by killing people, it is a rare thing. After that battle, Ling Xuezhao fell into distress, the distress that no one could kill.
Since the battle with the magic protector, it has become increasingly difficult for him to find a decent opponent. Ordinary martial arts masters are boring to him. Often, halfway through the fight, they will abandon their swords, lie down on the ground, and sleep soundly, letting their subordinates clean up. After arriving, he simply stopped practicing swords.
This problem child, who had been absent from morning and evening homework since his disciple days, had always been Ling Hanzhong's heart disease in Mount Lu. He didn't like people who were out of control, but with Ling Xuezhao's strength, it was a pity to abandon him. Later, every time he performed a mission, the blood flowed into rivers, which gave Ling Hanzhong a headache.
But there has never been a time when Ling Hanzhong was so eager for him to use his natural murderousness to kill this, this... He couldn't find words to describe it for a while.
Today, Ling Xuezhao finally found another worthy opponent. The sword energy suddenly condensed into a huge red glow, as if to penetrate the opponent.
Ling Hanzhong's hand trembled unexpectedly, and shouted: "Blood Photo! Kill this—" The words were halfway through, but he still couldn't speak.
Ling Xuezhao's sword, before Ling Hanzhong finished speaking, was already handed in front of Ming Feizhen's throat, in line with his slow pace, as if Ming Feizhen himself sent his neck to Ling Xuezhao's sword tip. At the moment when the tip of the sword and the skin of the throat were about to touch, the skin sank into a pit that seemed to be quite large.
-Blood! Blood! Go deeper! Again
'Boom'!
When Mingfei's real hand was raised, no one saw it.
I only know that after Ling Xuezhao handed out the sword, Ming Fei really did this. It seems that the action of his shot is not very conspicuous, in comparison, the disappearance of the murderous red glow sword energy is even more obvious.
When Ming Fei really moved, no one saw it—including the Ling Xue photo that spewed a straight blood path in mid-air—and no one noticed. It wasn't until they found out that Ming Feizhen's single-handedly holding a knife and pointing to the air was really weird, and when something seemed to be missing, they realized that it was Ling Xuezhao, who they believed would kill his opponent in a few moves, who was not at the scene.
Ling Xuezhao stayed in the air for an unexpectedly long time. When he and that mouthful of blood landed on the side of Ling Hanzhong at the same time, Ling Hanzhong's heart was suddenly empty.
"This... monster."
The young man in front of him is a complete monster. The defeat of Murong Song and Ling Xuezhao was not something that people could do—they couldn't even take a single blow.
Ming Feizhen slowly put away the black knife without stopping, and still said lightly, "Next."
"Cong'er! Cong'er!!"
Ling Hanzhong rarely ignored his prestige and shouted in public. Although there are countless masters of hand wankers, Ling Hanzhong still knows the principle of morale first in the actions of the three armies. Of course, it was impossible for Ming Feizhen to defeat the more than 100 masters behind him, and it was even more impossible for him to be the enemy of the Qianren Sword Team after that. Two masters in a row suffered setbacks. If all the high-ranking players in Lushan Jianguan were defeated, it would be an indelible blow to morale, and the results of today's battle might be rewritten. What's the difference between this and the fact that he was chosen by himself as the Sword of Mount Lu? Ling Hanzhong gritted his teeth with hatred.
In addition, with the help of the expert in front of him, if he didn't get rid of this guy quickly, it would soon be his turn to Ling Hanzhong - this idea, but he tried his best to avoid it in his heart.
"Chu'er is here."
A young voice sounded beside Ling Xuezhao. The tall and handsome young man with short hair came to Ling Xuezhao's side at some point. Ling Xuezhao fell from the sky, he jumped out of the crowd, turned one palm to Ling Xuezhao's fall, and held onto his vest to catch it firmly, and he didn't let him really fall to the ground.
This young man had a baby face, and his appearance was very immature. He seemed to be only ten years old, and his behavior, including his behavior, revealed the youthful sunshine that affects people's judgment of age. He grinned, as if a spring breeze was blowing his face, in this critical situation of war, but in fact he was twenty-two years old this year, and he was already the master of one of the twenty-eight views, ranking fourth in the Lushan sword view.
The short-haired young boy patted Ling Xue's back with a palm, and with a little luck, his face showed the color of green thunder sneaking. Ling Xuezhao suddenly shivered violently, and spit out a mouthful of bruised blood. Although he still didn't regain consciousness, his complexion had returned to ruddy.
- Very deep inner strength.
Ling Hanzhong couldn't help but be amazed. Ling Xuezhao's internal injury did not even dare to say that he could open up the meridians within three to five days, and he actually let him open the inner essence with one palm. What a profound cultivation base! Confidence suddenly increased.
"Cong'er! Bring the six swordsmen of Tian Cong Guan with you, and let him know how powerful my Lushan Jian Guan is!"
The baby-faced young man couldn't bear it: "Uncle, Brother Xuezhao's injury is not fatal. He didn't kill him. Isn't this too..."