"Dean, with this person here, perhaps our expectations for Qian Qiuxue can be higher." Mr. Xu spoke, staring down quietly.
Originally, Qian Qiuxue suddenly cheated within these two hundred years. Successfully practicing the eighth and ninth moves in "One Hundred Thousand Sword Hearts" was extremely, extremely shocking and surprising. For Qian Qiuxue's Expectations and estimates have been infinitely higher.
Now, he has been taught by Song Qingqian and has become Song Qingqian's disciple.
Then, the expectations for Qian Qiuxue must be higher.
At least, in Mr. Xu's heart, even if the future Qian Qiuxue can't compare to Su Chen or Huang Zhi, he can definitely compete with Qu Mu.
"It's also a good thing. If this is the case, in the future, the Holy Court will have four peerless monsters, Su Chen, Qian Qiuxue, Huang Zhi, and Qu Mu!" Mr. Wang said solemnly, his old eyes full of expectation.
"I'm afraid that when Su Chen comes out of the Emperor's Blood Pool and is crushed by Qian Qiuxue, it will cause great harm to Su Chen's heart and state of mind. Su Chen's whole person will be crippled, and the gain will outweigh the loss." Mr. Guo smiled bitterly. Shaking his head, he was worried.
Suddenly, the expressions of all the senior officials of the Holy Academy, including Feng Qian, changed slightly.
yes! ! !
If Su Chen loses miserably to Qian Qiuxue, will he be devastated
Once Su Chen fails to recover, the losses will be huge.
"I just hope Song Yatou can teach Qian Qiuxue a little less." Guo Lao said faintly. He is the Supreme Elder and has lived longer than Feng Qian and Song Qingqian. Back then, Song Qingqian and Feng Qian were in control of the saints. He had experienced the time in the academy, and he was very aware of Song Qingqian's talent in swordsmanship.
You're welcome to say that.
In the entire world, Song Qingqian is one of the top five swordsmen in this era.
Except for the old monsters in the first-class Sword Tomb Holy Land, Song Qingqian is the strongest swordsman in the world.
In fact, for these ten million years, Feng Qian still had to worry about the Holy Academy, while Song Qingqian lived in seclusion in Qingfeng and devoted himself to cultivation. Maybe Feng Qian was no longer Song Qingqian's opponent.
Let Song Qingqian teach Qian Qiuxue!
Qian Qiuxue can really make rapid progress.
This was really cruel to Su Chen.
"Leave it to fate." Feng Qian's face became even more ugly, and he felt very depressed.
below.
Song Qingqian has already started teaching Qian Qiuxue.
"Qiu Xue, watch me perform the ninth move in "One Hundred Thousand Sword Hearts"." Song Qing said lightly: "Watch carefully."
After finishing her words, Song Qingqian raised her hand and waved it casually.
In an instant.
There was an extra black hair in her hand.
Very thin, very thin blue hair.
The black hair looks soft and delicate.
It seems that it is difficult to touch and pick up with hands.
But Song Qingqian waved her black hair casually.
The blue hair moves.
It seems to be moving in the wind.
But this move.
Half the sky! ! !
Cracked.
above.
There is a clear and penetrating sword mark that spans the sky and the earth and spans 100,000 meters.
What's even more terrifying is that from the cracks in the sword marks above the sky, countless sword rains fall down.
Each sword rain integrates all things in the world and the charm of the great road. Those sword rains are different. Some are made of fire, some are in the shape of wind, some are the color of thunder and lightning, some are the charm of flowers and plants, and some are the breath of the earth.
Although each is different.
But every sword rain has something in common. They are all silent and formless. They all have the artistic conception of swords. They are all sharp swords, and they cannot be avoided.
At this moment, in front of the Emperor's Blood Pool, all the students of the Tiansheng Academy felt as if their bodies no longer existed, their souls disappeared, and their bodies melted, as if everything was melted in the endless rain of swords.
They can't move.
Thoughts cannot spread.
Xuan Qi can no longer circulate.
Wherever his eyes went, there was only the world of Jian Yu.
Whether they are sword cultivators or soul cultivators, whether they are monsters or humans, whether they practice the demonic path or the righteous path, whether their attributes are fire, water, or metal...
They all feel 100% that at this moment, the entire world of Jianyu is coming towards them and is locked on them.
Even Feng Qian and others who were in the sky looked extremely solemn at this moment.
They feel it more clearly.
Extremely strong.
The Heart Sword move performed by Song Qingqian was so powerful that it was unimaginable.
Except for Feng Qian and the three Supreme Elders, the other senior officials of the Holy Academy were also unable to move at this moment, and were also frozen in the world of Jianyu.
"Disperse." The next moment, Song Qing faintly uttered one word, and then the world of sword rain disappeared, the sword marks on the sky also disappeared, and everything returned to calm, as if the previous moment was an illusion.
"Qiu Xue, you feel the same Heart Sword. Is there any difference between the one wielded by Master and yours?" Song Qingqian asked.
"Heaven and earth are natural!!!" Qian Qiuxue was silent for a moment and said these two words.
"Oh? Tell me in detail." Song Qingqian's eyes lit up slightly and she said.
"Master's Heart Sword, Taoism is natural, and the heavens of the Three Lives cover all living beings." Qian Qiuxue said seriously.
She has realized it.
Although they are both heart swords, the power of the heart sword I wield is more than ten times weaker than the power of my master's state of mind.
The reason for the difference is that Master's Heart Sword is a sword in a broad sense.
And my heart sword is in a narrow sense.
In layman's terms, my inner sword can only be the world of swords under the essence of snow! ! !
Endless snow.
All swords cannot escape the smell of snow.
Because, Qian Qiuxue’s way is snow. Only snow can exert its greatest power.
The Master's Tao is snow, rain, wind, water, heaven and earth, clouds, firmament, mountains, all nature, and everything in the true broad sense.
It is what the true heart thinks. It can think about all things, not just the same thing.
Too broad.
Too huge.
It's so vast.
In comparison, I only have snow.
Too monotonous.
Too narrow-minded.
"Not bad." Song Qingqian nodded appreciatively, but was a little surprised by Qian Qiuxue's understanding: "Qiu Xue, there is a word for snow in your name, and your whole temperament is consistent with snow. Therefore, your martial arts , the entire martial arts is integrated with the artistic conception of snow. However, success is also snow, and failure is also snow. If the heart of Xinjian is only moved by snow, then your Xinjian is incomplete and is just the tip of the iceberg. Yes, it cannot exert the true power of the Heart Sword.”
"Master, I understand." Qian Qiuxue nodded heavily.
"Next, you try to forget the snow, try to let your inner sword become everything in the world, a world of mountains, wind, water, clouds, fire, trees, flowers and grass, and imagine everything you can imagine." Song Song Qing Qian continued.