On the mountainside, there is an acres of viewing platform.
Several true disciples of the Taiqing Sect stood in front of a stone tablet with solemn expressions.
The first person is a tall and beautiful woman, whose strength has reached the late stage of Taoji. She has a strong swordsmanship and has obviously mastered good swordsmanship.
There were several people behind her, all of them with figures like swords, standing still.
Not long.
A tall figure walked out of the forest and went straight to the viewing platform.
The giant is three feet tall, wearing platinum armor, with piercing golden eyes, and his gaze is breathtaking.
He held a strange shark-tooth knife in his hand, which was awe-inspiring and exuded a dangerous aura that made people palpitate.
Just now, everyone had a clear view of the fight at the foot of the mountain.
Seeing the giant approaching at this moment, everyone was frightened.
"Senior, this is the first step up the mountain, please stay."
The tall woman gathered her thoughts and spoke loudly.
The giant glanced at a few people and said in surprise: "Just a few of you?"
The tall slender woman's eyes twitched and she explained: "This test tests the understanding of the seniors, not a battle of skills. On the stone tablet behind the juniors, there is a sword mark left by me, a master of the Shangqing Sect."
"Senior, if you can understand the secret technique left in the sword mark in a stick of incense, you will pass...otherwise, senior should go down the mountain!"
After saying that, several people stood aside and exposed the stone tablet.
On the stone tablet, there was indeed a faint sword mark.
A hint of sword intent is contained within it.
The tall woman waved her sleeves, and in the incense burner next to her, a column of fragrant incense spontaneously ignited without fire, and light smoke rose.
Pang Yue smiled slightly and his eyes fell on the stone tablet.
"Huh?"
He can now be regarded as a master of swordsmanship. Whether it is the seventy-two sword techniques of the Tianjian Sect or the supreme art of the Nine Swords of the Human Emperor, there has long been a huge gap between him and ordinary swordsmen in the way of swordsmanship.
But when he saw the sword marks on the stone tablet, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.
Although this sword mark is light and shallow, the sword power inside is full of twists and turns, and is extremely complicated.
"Sonic sword mark..."
Pang Yue only took one look and understood where the sword mark came from.
This shallow sword mark seems to contain a piece of music.
It's just that these notes are so messy that it's difficult to discern their true meaning. Those who need to understand can find the core meaning of the sword from the fragmented "notes" and reassemble the notes into a movement.
This tests the monk's understanding.
Not only must we see the essence of the sword marks, but we must also exhaust all possibilities in the simple sword marks to deduce the most perfect and "sounding" piece of music.
It is almost impossible to accomplish such a thing within one stick of incense.
But it seems that... the Taiqing Sect does not require the music to be performed to reach the most perfect state...
In the midst of mountains and rivers, in a thatched house.
I activated the Xiantian Wuji Monument and began to deduce this sword mark!
The invisible sword flew out quietly and trembled slightly.
A strange sword sound resounded throughout the blessed land.
The sound of the sword seems to contain the rolling world of mortals and the seven emotions and six desires in the world. People can't help but have all kinds of illusions in their hearts, fall into them, and find it difficult to extricate themselves.
Pang Yue seemed to see the monk who invented this swordsmanship gently pluck the strings of the piano. The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the sword sounds were layered, forming an invisible wave that swept through the world.
The sound of swords seduces people's soul, causing them to instantly fall into the most desired, longed for, and most undesirable illusion, from which they cannot extricate themselves.
Sword cultivators can kill people in just a moment.
As long as the monk's Taoist mind is not stable and he is careless and hesitant, he will lose his life under this sword!
Inside the bamboo hut next to the thatched house.
Yi Ling, who was dressed in white and snowy, heard the sound of the sword, couldn't help but open her beautiful eyes, frowned and glanced outside, a look of surprise appeared on her beautiful face.
Outside the mountains and rivers.
Pang Yue raised the Shark Tooth Liyan Knife and flicked it with one finger.
Ding……
A trill sounded, and the buzzing continued.
At first, several true disciples of the Taiqing Sect didn't think anything of it.
But soon, this trill seemed to arouse some desires in my heart.
The tall woman's face moved slightly, as if she had thought of something. She was about to remind her junior brothers and sisters to keep their minds tight, but she was shocked to find that the world in front of her had changed, and she appeared in her luxurious and comfortable boudoir with a red candle-scented bed.
The handsome senior brother, with a friendly smile on his face, looked at her affectionately, stepped closer to the bed, and said softly:
"Junior sister, you were distracted just now..."
The senior brother gently pushed her onto the soft and silky brocade quilt, then took a step back and untied her robe.
Infinite sweetness emerged in her heart, and she looked at her senior brother shyly, secretly looking forward to what would happen next.
She simply relaxed her mind, embraced the joy tactfully, and lingered until death...
From then on, the two of them stayed together, raised their children, pursued truth and practiced Taoism, and lived freely and happily.
"wake up!"
A clear drink came into her ears, like morning bells and evening drums, suddenly waking her up.
When she came back to her senses, she found that she had become so weak that she was kneeling on the ground of the viewing platform, her body feeling cold and wet.
The mountains and forests are deep, the sky and the earth are clear, and the breeze blows on your face, but it is so unreal.
The billowing worldly dust and the lingering sound of the sword still permeate the surroundings.
The tall woman looked blankly, only to see that the figure of the Zhenyang Sect breaker was no longer in front of her eyes.
On the mountain path not far away, a thin and elegant old man was looking at her with disappointment.
"Elder..."
The tall slender woman was extremely embarrassed and found that she still seemed to have traces of the excitement and excitement she had with her senior brother... after that.
The several junior brothers and sisters behind her were also in a similar state, even more arrogant than her.
"Is this the legendary Red Dust Sword Intention? It's so scary... Why are the secret techniques learned by the first three people so different from this person's?"
The tall slender woman thought in confusion.
…
"What a great Shen Tuhao!"
"I didn't expect that in just one stick of incense, I could comprehend the Red Dust Sword Intent to such a level!"
"Even the female cultivators in Daoji's later period couldn't stop him from turning from a cold sword cultivator into a charming and passionate woman with just a flick of his finger..."
Inside the pavilion at the foot of the mountain.
Wu Junsheng touched his palms and praised.
at this time.
Not only him, but hundreds of monks from all over the East China Sea all over the mountain clearly witnessed the strange behavior of the Taiqing Sect's true disciples, trapped in the world of mortals, indulgent and indulgent, and trapped in beautiful illusions!
Just the sound of a knife can have such power.
If one were to encounter this secret technique in a life-and-death struggle, it would probably be...a disaster.
For a while.
Everyone didn't know whether they should be afraid of the Taiqing Sect's bizarre and unparalleled swordsmanship, or whether they should be afraid of Shen Tuhao's miraculous understanding.
Although Zhenyang Sect Yang Ji, Cao Clan, and Zhao Xiongzhao also understood the secret technique of sound waves from the sword marks.
But it's just a superficial impression. It's far from the true meaning of Hongchen Sword Intent!
At most, it just emits sonic sword energy...
Shen Tuhao just raised his knife and flicked it, then walked away.
All the disciples who were guarding the first level stood frozen on the spot in despair. Some of the female cultivators even turned red, their legs went weak, and they collapsed on the ground...with faces full of love.
The Taiqing Sect's face was completely lost by a few true disciples unexpectedly!