"Seven Styles of Heavenly Sword" is one of the most powerful swordsmanship skills in Tianjian Villa, and it can be regarded as the treasure of the village.
It is called "Seven Styles", but in fact, from the spiritual elders to the Tianlun disciples, they can only release six spiritual swords at most, and no one can unleash the true power of this spiritual skill.
Just because the legendary "Seventh Style" has extremely high requirements for the level of cultivation of the caster, only those who have reached the realm of a saint can it be truly used.
However, at this time, Jian Yicheng and his proud stubbornness finally broke through the limitations of rationality. Once again, he was so hot-headed that he actually wanted to use his spiritual mastery to forcefully activate this killing move.
"Brother, no!"
"Old ghost, stop!"
Seeing Jian Yicheng's move, Jian Qingmei and Jian Xingluo's expressions changed dramatically, and they shouted to stop at the same time.
They know that once Jian Yicheng performs the seventh form, his skin will peel off even if he is not dead.
"puff!"
Jian Yicheng spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth. This killing move had not hurt the enemy, but had already hurt himself. It had a rather tragic feeling. If someone who didn't know the situation saw it, they might not think that he was a person facing evil forces.
A righteous man who would rather die than surrender and resist bravely.
Terrifying black vortices formed around the black spirit sword, spinning rapidly and roaring loudly. The power it created seemed to shatter even the space. Everyone around them felt trembling in their hearts and souls just looking at it from a distance.
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Lin Zhiyun's face was more solemn than ever before. Her left hand no longer used the unskilled "star-grabbing hand", but stretched out her index finger and gently placed it on the right hand holding the sword. The "Tai Su Xuan Yin Gong" in her body was operating to the extreme.
, streaks of extremely cold air spread rapidly, and a thick layer of ice crystals instantly appeared on the surface of the broken mountain walls and broken trees within a few feet.
A squirrel popped its head out and felt the coldness coming from ahead. Just as it was about to turn around and run away, a warm feeling suddenly came from the ice. The little guy felt warm and comfortable, and actually lay down on the spot.
Come down and never plan to leave again.
Immediately afterwards, the squirrel's body was instantly covered by the cold air and turned into an "ice sculpture". It remained with an expression of enjoyment on its face until it died.
The black giant sword and the golden giant sword faced each other tit for tat in the air. At the same time, they let out a sharp chirp and slashed hard at each other.
Seeing that two earth-shattering terrifying spiritual skills were about to collide, Jian Yicheng's face turned blue, his eye sockets were bloodshot, and his body was trembling slightly. The dignified elder of Tianjian Villa unexpectedly appeared to be exhausted.
The look of decadence.
At this moment, a slender white figure suddenly stood between the two people.
There were many spiritual masters present, and several of them had already realized the great truth, but no one could clearly see how the man in white appeared.
"Be careful!" Lin Zhiyun's expression changed. She didn't expect someone to dare to break into the battle. It was too late to stop.
However, the imagined scene of the man in white being chopped to pieces by two great spiritual skills did not appear.
This man stood quietly between the black sword and the golden sword. He just waved his right hand lightly, and the two spiritual swords that were originally so powerful suddenly died down and disappeared without a trace.
Both Jian Yicheng and Lin Zhiyun felt like they had exerted all their strength, but their punches were empty. For a moment, their energy and blood surged, their chests were tight, and they felt indescribably uncomfortable.
Jian Qingmei, Jian Xingluo and others who were watching on the scene all breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that although Jian Yicheng suffered a spiritual backlash, his life was no longer in danger.
"Meet the saint!" The two of them jumped into the air at the same time and bowed to the man in white.
"Meet the saint!" The elders and disciples of Tianjian Villa all around also saluted in unison.
"Sister Palace Master, are you okay?" Zhong Wen flashed to Lin Zhiyun's side and asked with concern.
"It's okay, it's just a minor injury." Lin Zhiyun looked pale and stared at the position of the man in white with vigilant eyes.
I saw this man with white hair and a long goatee. He seemed to be an old man in his seventies, but his eyes were full of energy and energy. His body was straight. The hem of his white gown was fluttering in the wind, and he had a handful tied behind his back.
Long sword.
At this point, as long as you have a little common sense, you can determine that the white-haired old man in front of you is none other than one of the seven great saints in the world who has been guarding Tianjian Villa, the Heavenly Sword Saint.
Zhong Wen curiously looked at the second saint he had seen in his life.
If hearing about the Saint gave him an ethereal feeling, then the Heavenly Sword Saint in front of him seemed more real and powerful.
Just standing there quietly, his body will exude a kind of vitality and infinite sharpness, as if he wants to overthrow the whole world with one person and one sword.
"The two little guys are great."
The Heavenly Sword Saint's eyes swept over Zhong Wen and Lin Zhiyun, with a hearty smile on his face, making no secret of his admiration for the two of them.
Immediately, he turned his eyes to Jian Yicheng, his face suddenly darkened, and without caring about the great elder's face, he sternly reprimanded: "Yicheng, you have disappointed me."
Old Jian Yicheng blushed, lowered his head and said yes, not daring to refute at all.
"How many times have I said that we, the people of Tianjian Villa, can lose in fights, but we cannot afford to lose." The Heavenly Sword Saint became more and more excited as he spoke, "Do you think what I said is fart? The dignified Great Elder of the Holy Land can't compare.
Are you going to cheat on a girl and plan to die together?"
"I..." Jian Yicheng seemed to want to defend himself.
"What are you doing? Let me tell you, if I hadn't taken action just now, that girl might not have died, but you would have definitely burped!" The Heavenly Sword Saint didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and continued to educate him, "And that one
What the hell are you thinking about this little girl? Her cultivation level is so great that she just wants to take action when she likes someone else's apprentice? You are shameless, but I still want to be!"
Tianjian Villa is indeed located in the northeast, and even the saint speaks so fiercely!
Zhong Wen was dumbfounded for a moment when he saw the scolding gesture of the Heavenly Sword Saint. Then he thought of Lin Xingyue, one of the five great saints in ancient times, and he suddenly felt enlightened.
Saints are also living people!
"Xingluo, what are you laughing at?" After the Heavenly Sword Saint scolded Jian Yicheng, he seemed to be still angry. He suddenly turned his eyes to Jian Xingluo who was gloating about his misfortune, "I am very proud of losing to a young man who is less than twenty years old.
What?"
"Ah?" Jian Xingluo was secretly feeling happy when he saw his old enemy Jian Yicheng being scolded so much. Unexpectedly, the Holy Power was unpredictable. The Heavenly Sword Saint actually changed his target without any warning. He immediately stood on the spot, completely stunned.
Don't know how to respond.
"Look at you, you look so heartless all day long, you know how to fight in the nest." The Heavenly Sword Saint seemed to be addicted to scolding, and had no intention of stopping. "You are almost two hundred years old, and you don't have any brains at all."
No, being manipulated by a young man, and still looking at the position of the Great Elder? Damn it, even a pig being the Great Elder is better than you!"
Jian Xingluo looked sad, full of grievances, but did not dare to refute.
The Heavenly Sword Sage was clearly scolding Jian Xingluo, but Jian Yicheng once again lay innocently on the gun. His face turned red and white, and he really wanted to cry without tears.
"There are you guys too!" After the Heavenly Sword Saint scolded Jian Xingluo, he still felt unsatisfied and started to bombard Jian Feiyang and others. "I was praised a few times and said that Tianjian Villa has the best combat power.
Don’t you think you are great? Normally, everyone is almost lifted to the sky, but this time you know that there are people outside the world, and the sky will be the same after that?”
The surrounding disciples of Tianjian Villa were originally watching the excitement and not taking it too seriously. They all felt that the matter had nothing to do with them and happily watched the people eating melons. At this time, when they saw the mouth of the Heavenly Sword Saint coming at him like a machine gun, their mood suddenly changed.
They became nervous and kept silent, not daring to take a breath for fear of accidentally attracting the wrath of the saint.
Finally, after scolding several parties involved except Jian Qingmei, the Heavenly Sword Saint did not show any intention to expand the scope of the attack. Instead, he turned to look at Lin Zhiyun and Zhong Wen, with a bright smile on his face, and he was amiable.
He said: "It's rare for a guest to come to Zhuangzi. Staying outside all the time is not the way to treat guests. Are the two little guys interested in accompanying the old man to sit in?"
"I have met the saint." Lin Zhiyun bowed respectfully and said, "Young lady, you are here just to bring back my two disciples. If you have offended me, please forgive me, the saint."
"You are fighting in a fair competition, each based on his own ability, why should you offend me?" The Heavenly Sword Saint laughed and said, "I have seen countless geniuses in my life, but none of them can compare with you two. If there really is an eighth in the world,
A saint is probably one of you."
"The saint is so complimentary." Lin Zhiyun couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when she saw his friendly attitude.
"Then Qiqi's matter..." Zhong Wen couldn't help but interrupt.
"Don't worry, it's Yicheng's fault this time. Naturally, the little girl will return it to you. I will also prepare another compensation to express my apology." The Heavenly Sword Saint smiled and said, "How about you, can you accompany me as an old man?
Have you guys come in and sit down?"
"It's better to obey my orders than to be respectful, junior." Lin Zhiyun and Zhong Wen looked at each other and said in unison.
"Bring the little girl with you." The Heavenly Sword Saint pointed at Liu Qiqi in the distance, then glared at Jian Yicheng and said, "You come too."
"Yes." Jian Yicheng responded dejectedly, and in a flash, he appeared next to Liu Qiqi, gently held her arm, and returned to the crowd in an instant.
"Master! Zhong Wen!" Liu Qiqi struggled to break away from Jian Yicheng's support, and with a slight tap of her right hand, she transformed into a golden spiritual sword. She stepped on the sword's light and flew slowly towards the two of them.
"Eh?" The Heavenly Sword Saint couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement when he saw that Liu Qiqi, who was only in the Tianlun realm, could fly with a sword in the high altitude.
"Qiqi!" Lin Zhiyun stepped forward and held Liu Qiqi tightly in her arms.
Reunited after a long separation, the two girls were so emotional that they couldn't help but hug each other and cry.
Zhong Wen was left aside. There were differences between men and women, so he couldn't join in. He had to touch his nose, turned around and asked casually: "Senior, I see that every disciple in this Tianjian Villa has the word 'sword'."
I don’t know why it’s a surname?”
"I, the people in Tianjian Villa, practice only to pursue the supreme swordsmanship." The Heavenly Sword Saint explained patiently, "Therefore, when every disciple starts, he will abandon his original surname and change his surname to 'Jian' to show his dedication to the swordsmanship."
of love and perseverance.”
"Then if Qiqi comes to Tianjian Villa, will she have to give up her surname Liu?" Zhong Wen then asked.
"If the little girl really worships at Yicheng Gate, she will naturally change her attitude." The Heavenly Sword Saint nodded.
"Fortunately, fortunately." Zhong Wen gently touched his chest with his right hand and said with lingering fear.
"What?" the Heavenly Sword Saint asked in confusion.
"If Qiqi really becomes a disciple, wouldn't he have to change his name to 'Jian Qiqi'?" Zhong Wen said with a serious face, "It sounds like 'cheesy'. It's not beautiful, it really is not!"
Heavenly Sword Saint: "..."
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