Chapter 136 The elegance of this sword is unparalleled
Ancient Jiang Kingdom Palace, Palace Corridor.
Zhu Youji used the eight-step toad-catching Qinggong skill and quickly passed through the criss-crossing corridors, chasing the crowd in the direction of the people following the breath floating in the air.
About a quarter of an hour later, Zhu Youji frowned slightly, moved his nose, and murmured: "The smell of blood..."
At the next corner, five or six corpses were lying on the ground. There was a dark black palm mark on their chests, exuding a faint demonic aura. They had obviously been killed by a single blow.
"Palm technique?"
"The Heart-Destroying Palm of the Qingcheng Sect?"
For a moment, Zhu Youji had a guess and immediately moved forward.
The sounds of fighting continued to come from a distance.
Each corpse has a different appearance of death and is dripping with blood.
Zhu Youji passed these people without stopping and finally reached the depths of the imperial garden.
What caught his eye was the three people fighting each other.
Yu Canghai, Song Miaosong, Lin Ye.
Yu Canghai wielded a long sword with one hand and used the Heart-Destroying Palm with the other, gaining the upper hand one on two.
At the same time, on the other side of the rockery, the senior sister of the Emei Sect, Ling Yun, looked pale, with several bone-deep sword wounds on her body, and she was dying.
"Matsukaze Swordsmanship!"
Yu Canghai took action brazenly, his whole body filled with overwhelming demonic energy. The original Taoist Songfeng Sword Technique was now in his hands like an evil sect. The sword energy surged out one after another, enveloping waves of demonic energy, making it even more powerful. Better than ever.
The Songfeng Sword Technique is a unique skill of the Qingcheng School, which emphasizes the strength of a pine and the speed of the wind.
This is an extremely agile swordsmanship with extremely fast speed. Under the infusion of demonic energy, Yu Canghai at this moment was like an evil swordsman, using his sword continuously, completely suppressing the two of them.
"Liang Yi Sword Technique!"
Song Miaosong wielded the Liangyi Sword Technique, constantly resisting Yu Canghai's sword power. The sword technique he was wielding at this moment had both yin and yang, both hard and soft, which was extremely impressive.
The previous sword opened and closed widely, with powerful momentum.
The last sword move was swift and swift, as fast as lightning.
One yin and one yang complement each other.
Two completely different sword energies rotated back and forth, giving off an inexplicable feeling, as if there was some rudiment of the convergence of yin and yang.
Lin Ye waved the dark golden sword and used the violent wind sword technique.
The sword is like the wind, the energy of the sword is arrogant, and the speed is extremely fast, not inferior to Yu Canghai.
Although the strength of the two of them is not weak and they are both at the ninth level, they are still slightly inferior compared to Yu Canghai who is controlled by the [Evil Emperor Relic].
After successive battles, the two of them were still injured.
The sword energy criss-crossed, and small scars continued to appear on Lin Ye and Song Miaosong's arms and thighs. Under Yu Canghai's offensive, they continued to spread and became more and more serious.
Unknowingly, the two of them were covered in blood, and the speed of their true energy movement slowed down a bit.
In front of him, Yu Canghai was injured all over his body, but he was in an extremely crazy state. Regardless of the injuries on his body, the sword skills in his hands became faster and faster.
"The demonic nature of the Evil Emperor's relics has completely controlled him."
"His greed and ambition have been infinitely expanded, and he has become possessed."
Lin Ye fought and retreated. While fighting, he shouted to Song Miaosong beside him.
Song Miaosong frowned and lost his usual calmness and calmness. He responded: "Tell me some useful information. There is no need to talk about things that have been known for a long time."
"How can I defeat him?"
"Or how to relieve his possessed state?"
Hearing this, Lin Ye showed a wry smile on his face and said: "In this case, there are only two ways to get him into the demonic state. One, take away the Evil Emperor's relic from his hands. If you lose the Evil Emperor's relic,
If you indoctrinate him, he will be knocked back to his original shape and lose his demonic nature."
"Two, drag him until he is exhausted. No matter how strong the demonic nature of the Evil Emperor's relic is, it has its limit. As a ninth-level warrior, Yu Canghai cannot control the Evil Emperor's relic. The true energy he absorbs at this moment is just a ray of overflowing
It's just demonic energy, if it had been for the innate true energy, he would have burst to pieces."
"His body can't hold on much longer."
"Hold him, hold him to death!"
A trace of cruelty flashed in Lin Ye's eyes, and he said coldly.
Hearing this, Song Miaosong nodded slightly, but felt not very optimistic in his heart, and the two of them had already fallen into decline.
Yu Canghai's Songfeng swordsmanship has long been perfected, and his swordsmanship is sharp. With the strengthening of the demonic energy, it is even more powerful than before.
Both of them are at the lower level of the ninth rank. Facing a ninth rank warrior, their cultivation itself is at a disadvantage. The opponent also has the [Evil Emperor Relic] that continuously replenishes the demonic energy. They are already struggling.
Supported.
How could it be possible to drag him to death?
I'm afraid that before he was dragged to death, he and Lin Ye had already been killed by Yu Canghai, right?
"Hahaha……"
Yu Canghai was in a state of madness, with his black and white hair flowing freely and an extremely arrogant attitude. He mocked: "You two juniors, you want to drag me to death?"
"I have the magic bead in me. Under the master, I am invincible. Die to me!!"
Yu Canghai's swordsmanship became even more crazy. He almost traded injuries for injuries and life for lives. His moves were fierce and relentless. He almost completely gave up on defense and concentrated all his power into the offensive. It was extremely brutal.
As soon as Yu Canghai tried his best, Song Miaosong and Lin Ye suddenly couldn't hold on any longer.
Lin Ye, who had a weaker foundation, was the first to lose. He was retreating steadily. His energy was trembling, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth unconsciously. He had obviously suffered serious internal injuries.
Song Miaosong was slightly better. After all, he was a direct disciple of the Wudang Sect. He had deep roots in Taoism and could still withstand it. However, his face gradually turned pale. Under the powerful sword energy, he had to use his sword skills with all his strength.
Resisting the sword energy.
The two of them knew very well that once one of them died, the other would never be able to escape.
If they could escape, the two of them would have escaped long ago.
They had already discovered Yu Canghai's purpose.
He just wanted to kill everyone and completely hide the news of seizing the [Evil Emperor's Relic] and escaping into the devil's path.
Even his direct disciples were killed, let alone these people?
When Yu Canghai seized the [Evil Emperor's Relic] and determined to absorb the demonic energy from it, they were already in a fight to the death.
The two of them are getting weaker and weaker, and they can mobilize less and less Qi.
There was a look of despair in their eyes unconsciously.
Facing such a master of magic and with the help of the evil energy of the [Evil Emperor's Relic], they really had no chance of winning.
In a daze, Song Miaosong suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he quickly shouted: "Lin Ye, help me stop him for a few breaths, I have a way to deal with him."
"Um?"
Lin Ye was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and shouted: "Hurry up."
After saying that, Lin Ye rushed forward alone, holding back the surging energy and blood, and started fighting desperately with Yu Canghai to delay Song Miaosong.
Lin Ye could only take a gamble. He could only pray that this Wudang Song master would indeed have a way, instead of trying to escape...
Song Miaosong took a deep breath to soothe his fluctuating breath and surging Qi, and adjusted himself to the best condition. He concentrated and calmed down, slowly raised the sword in his hand, inhaled slowly, and absorbed all the Qi and inner energy in his body.
, gathered at one point, like a tiger hunting prey, slowly accumulating power, waiting for the opportunity...
Song Miaosong knew very well that he only had one chance and one sword!
If even this sword technique failed, Song Miaosong had no other option.
The only thing Song Miaosong regretted was that before leaving Wudang, he did not ask his master to teach him Tai Chi swordsmanship.
If he knew Tai Chi swordsmanship, how could he be afraid of Yu Canghai's Songfeng swordsmanship at this moment?
Using slow to fight fast, Tai Chi Yin and Yang, and Tai Chi Swordsmanship's defense is enough to withstand the stormy attack of Songfeng Swordsmanship. Even if he is weaker than the opponent, he will not be defeated so quickly.
Song Miaosong threw away all the miscellaneous thoughts in his head, concentrated on it, and carefully recalled the scene in the Longmen Inn where he realized the sword intention copybook. The looming sword was like a meteor piercing the night sky, blooming with an eternal glory.
Song Miaosong didn't know the name of that sword technique, but from his perspective, it was a sword technique that transcended levels and was not under the Tai Chi sword technique.
If there is any sword technique that can help him break the situation at this moment, it is this sword technique.
"Hurry up, I can't hold on any longer. Are you okay?"
Lin Ye struggled to hold on, but when he saw that Song Miaosong hadn't taken action yet, he immediately became anxious and urged loudly.
Song Miaosong did not respond, but still condensed his sword energy and sword intention, his expression focused and meticulous.
The time has not come yet...
After several more breaths passed, Lin Ye finally couldn't hold on any longer.
"Well……"
Along with Lin Ye's muffled groan, his whole body was knocked away by Yu Canghai's palm and he fell hard to the ground.
Right now, Song Miaosong's eyes suddenly brightened and he moved.
Song Miaosong moved very quickly, turning into an afterimage and suddenly appearing in front of Yu Canghai.
Yu Canghai was suddenly startled and was about to kill this person.
In his eyes, he saw an earth-shattering sword.
This is a horizontal cut!
Simple and clear, unabashedly slashing with one blow!
This horizontal slash contained all of Song Miaosong's true energy and sword intent.
"Pfft..."
Blood stained the Taoist robe on Yu Canghai's chest. A sharp sword mark ran along Yu Canghai's left abdomen and to his right shoulder. The long sword mark penetrated deep into the bones, almost splitting Yu Canghai's whole body into two pieces.
two.
Yu Canghai staggered back a few steps and used his long sword to support his body without falling.
But Song Miaosong fell.
He was completely exhausted.
He really has no energy, sword will, or physical strength left.
Not a bit left.
Song Miaosong looked at Yu Canghai who was still standing, gasping for air, and said with a smile: "Yu Canghai, are you convinced by this sword?"
"Cough cough cough..."
Yu Canghai coughed up blood, and his original crazy look calmed down a little under the severe pain. He stared at Song Miaosong, coughing up blood, and asked: "Ahem...this is not your Wudang sect.
Even your ancestor Zhang Sanfeng would not be able to master this kind of swordsmanship... Who taught you this?"
"Haha..." Song Miaosong sat on the ground, the bun on his head fell off, looking a little embarrassed, but with a smile on his face, he responded: "Why do you think I bowed to that swordsman that day?
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"Do you think that a ninth-level swordsman who masters the sword's will and just writes a copybook is worthy of my treatment?"
"As the head of the Qingcheng Sect, with this knowledge, it's no wonder that your mind is controlled by the evil emperor's relics, haha..."
Song Miaosong chuckled disdainfully. He was obviously a dying man, but his attitude was very cold and arrogant.??