The white-gold Gang Qi suddenly blazed brightly, emitting tongues of flame like flowers, like the coronal current of the sun.
Mianliu Gang Qi enveloped the whole body, forming a defensive posture. Countless golden colors rushed towards the face, breaking through the outermost layer of fire, and directly inserted into the Gang Qi. Although it did not harm the swordsmith's body, it would not be destroyed.
It seemed to be covering the surface of his body.
This scene reminded the swordsmith of the day before yesterday, when he used countless golden needles to pierce the enemy's surface!
"Hehe... good play, good play - play bigger!"
Ai Xin didn't expect that the swordsmanship he had long forgotten would bring unexpected surprises, and he shouted to the sky with a hoarse voice.
The golden rain star suddenly turned into raindrops, then into rain lines, falling with a spluttering sound, and the sky and the earth became golden!
"Ming!"
The sound of the phoenix sounded, and in the golden rain, the red bird spread its wings and protected the young swordsmith under its wings. Countless golden particles invaded the body of the red bird. The deeper they went, the more they were melted by the blazing fire, and finally disappeared.
Once it is empty, it cannot be invaded after all.
But the swordsmith could only hide under the wings and could not move forward. The flowing Gang Qi could not help but spit out the fine pieces of gold that occasionally broke through the wings. At this time, he was only a few feet away from the golden warrior.
But the distance of a few feet was blocked by the golden rainstorm, and it could never be crossed.
"Haha, hahaha..." Ai Xin laughed wildly in the golden man. With a force, the golden man sat up, and his eyes were able to look directly at the young man surrounded by Zhuniao, who was embarrassed in the rain.
"What? You're not majestic now, are you? You're not too arrogant, are you? You're not afraid of the golden mountain and the golden dragon, so why did you become a drowned dog in someone's rain? Bah, you are also a ridiculous little thief who is strong on the outside! Go to hell!"
He howled, and the golden warrior's palm suddenly mutated and turned into a golden spear, stabbing the swordsmith in the rain fiercely!
Seeing the golden spear in front of him, the young man raised his eyes, stretched out his hand, and held the spear——
"laugh--"
The stabbing spear was firmly held in his hand.
In his hand, the platinum flame burned quietly:
"It's funny - at this time, you are still so complacent?" The flame in his hand burned, and the golden gun turned into juice like wax and dripped drop by drop.
"Your gold is all fake gold. Let me say it again - fake gold is only suitable for turning water. Just like you, you are a standard parallel import! The so-called real gold is only the golden rain from the sky."
"Why...why..." Ai Xin looked at the golden gun that he had worked so hard to form, and it was being shattered bit by bit. He felt that the last bit of courage was breaking bit by bit, and the golden rain in the sky seemed to come from another world.
.
"A failed swordsman, even if he succeeds occasionally, it is just a fluke. He still has to ask the enemy——"
"To hold—Yanggu!"
The big vermilion bird disappeared instantly, and instead, a red sun rose from the ground.
The red sun did not rise slowly. Instead, it was like a semicircular bowl buckled on the ground. Just like the red sun just rising from the mountain, the ground was the horizon.
Although the sun is not high noon, it is still full of blazing heat, and the red sun disk is releasing a dazzling golden light. Not to mention the golden rain in the sky intruding into the red sun, even outside the layer of golden light, it is burned to ashes.
Ai Xin was stunned. He never thought that the opponent who had brought him a life-and-death crisis would still hide such a trump card. Endless fear arose in his already riddled heart.
In despair, he would only shout: "No - golden rain, it will rain harder, it will rain heavily!"
As he kept shouting, the cracks in the sword in his hand became more and more obvious, reaching a certain limit——
The gold rain fell more violently, almost forming a golden curtain, but the gold did not become harder, but was burned faster by the golden light. This piece of real gold seemed to be turned into fake gold!
The dazzling golden light twisted into threads and was pulled away from the red sun. It was entangled on the sword. The sword's body and blade were completely invisible, leaving only a thread of golden light.
It’s golden light, and it’s a sword!
In addition to swordsmanship, it is also a sword-controlling skill. Only by mastering a sword to the level of "practicing swordsmanship into silk" can one control this powerful golden light.
The superposition of swordsmanship, sword-controlling skills, golden silk sword, and Yanggu sword are the strongest and fastest single-target swordsmanship!
"Swordsmanship - Golden Silk Sword!"
Light - has arrived!
In an instant, golden light flashed across the golden rain curtain and arrived at the door facing Ai Xin.
Ai Xin couldn't move her hands and feet, but her mind moved——
A long sword crossed in front of him!
It wasn't the golden warrior who raised his sword, but his treasure sword flying in front of him, blocking the fatal blow for the swordsman!
A head-to-head confrontation between swords!
Click——
The sound of breaking.
A cut appeared in the center of the Jubao Sword. The cut spread and connected with the original crack. Finally, a scar was formed across the sword.
With a bang, half of the sword fell off.
The sword body was shattered, but it did not lose its luster, because the swordsman was still alive and the broken sword could still make up for it. Only when the swordsman died could the sword lose its luster.
But that was just a blink of an eye.
The moment the sword shattered, the golden warrior dissipated, and Ai Xin rolled down from it, spitting out a mouthful of black foam. It was unclear whether it was blood or residue, leaving only his charred and mutilated body. The golden rain in the sky also stopped, not even leaving any trace on the ground.
A little trace of gold.
The swordsmith stood in front of him. The red sun behind him disappeared. The sword body recovered and no longer even burned. It was just enveloped in white-gold aura.
The Gang Qi attached to the sword is enough to kill a weak swordsman.
Ai Xin stared at the sword in his hand, suddenly lost consciousness, and opened his mouth, but could not say a word. His life had come to an end, and all he could burn was nothing but ashes.
However, he kept his mouth open, as if he wanted to ask more questions.
The swordsmith returned to his considerate side and said, "Have you finally figured out why only the golden rain from the sky is different and is real gold?"
"Real gold is not afraid of fire. Haha, even if it is pure real gold, its melting point is only a thousand degrees. How can it withstand the burning of Suzaku fire? What is truly powerful is not gold, not the imitations you pile up.
, but the powerful swordsmanship formed by following the sword's will."
"That golden rain was your first swordsmanship, right?"
Ai Xin's pupils narrowed slowly, obviously shocked.
"At that time, you really wanted to get gold, and you were really happy about it. If gold rain fell from the sky at that time, you must be happy from the bottom of your heart. That swordsmanship was born out of sincere joy, and it is the only
It always refers to the swordsmanship of the sword. Therefore, it is the most powerful swordsmanship. Other swordsmanship is just the transformation of the sword like gold ingot."
"I told you before that Jin Yuanbao is just the fruit of you and the sword. It is the bridge between you and the sword. What's the point of changing the bridge into various shapes? What you want to practice is the way of the sword.
What you realize is the heart of the sword. After holding the sword for so many years, you are getting farther and farther away from the sword. The moment you are closest to the sword is the moment when you hold the sword for the first time. At that time, you still have a heart that can be filled with joy.
My heart is full.”
"So, do you understand?"
Ai Xin's eyes were a little dazed and dazed. He was not a smart man, and he was on the verge of death. He could hear some words, but he couldn't understand them clearly.
After a long time, he opened his mouth.
"Anything else you want to ask?"
Ai Xin's burnt face shed two lines of tears: "Save..."
"Um?"
He only said one word, and his expression was frozen forever.
The swordsmith's long speech failed to register in his ears and heart. At the last moment, what he was thinking about was not answering questions, but struggling to survive.
It's just that there's no cure
"He seemed to have been bitten to death by the sword."
The voice came from behind.
"Well. If the sword is broken, how can the swordsman survive? This is the most suitable way for him to die."
After saying that, he raised his head: "Really? Senior brother?"
In the air, another young man in white flapped his wings, "You are really capable. I hurried and took my time, and when I got there, you had already finished. But you talked a lot at the end. In the stories you like to tell, don't you have a villain who dies?"
Are you too talkative? If you explain to him for a long time and keep nagging, aren't you afraid that he will retaliate and take you away?"
Tang Zhao laughed and said: "Sorry, I consider that I am decent, so it doesn't matter if I say a few more words."
It’s not that he is deliberately verbose, but the whole process of fighting with this swordsman is also a process of his thinking about swords, swordsmen, and even sword-making. It seems that he has everything under control, but in fact there is an undercurrent in the process. He has mental arithmetic.
Unintentionally, he had the right time and place under his control, but many accidents still happened. For example, the power of the golden rain was beyond his expectation, forcing him to use the imitation that he had not used for a long time.
In the end, Huang Jinyu's explanation, although he had vague thoughts, was not actually straightened out. As he said it, the truth gradually became clear. Rather than explaining it to the stupid swordsman, it was better to say that he was explaining it to him.
Explain to yourself. This is also a process of self-vigilance on his part.
The enemy's lessons should be used to alert ourselves and illuminate the future path. This battle will be considered as a real gain.
"Senior brother just arrived?"
"Just arrived." Jiang Shenyi lowered his wings, "Your swordsmanship has no direction. It is not easy to find you. And after finding you, it will be difficult to get close to you."
When he came, it was when the golden rain was intense. He circled in the air several times, but could not get close, and his wings were almost cut by gold fragments.
So the lesson Jiang Shenyi learned is - the wings need to be strengthened, as they are too easy to break.
"This sword of treasures seems to be defeating me, making it difficult for me to fight."
Jiang Shenyi used wind and thunder as a weapon to restrain the flow of speed, but was restrained by powerful physical defense.
Tang Zhao smiled and said: "Actually, it's not that powerful. Gold is conductive, so it can still eat your lightning attacks. Whenever you encounter a rock sword, you will know what it means to be powerful."
However, gold conducts electricity, and the gold produced by swordsmanship may not be so, because the sword's intention can modify the swordsmanship. Just like just now, the golden rain full of joy is not only sharp and hard, but also not afraid of high temperatures. It is almost like another kind of material. The mutual restraint between swordsmanship,
It's just a rough idea, it all depends on your cultivation level.
Therefore, privately, Tang Zhao was not optimistic about Jiang Shenyi giving up being a swordsman and finding another path.
"How about the other two?"
"Of course it's okay. Everyone retreated in time. They knew that there were many hands involved in the battle, so they went to Wushu Castle to help with the aftermath. Oh, by the way." Jiang Shenyi suddenly smiled and said, "While you are talking, we
I checked the village and found the gift hidden by the bandit. It should have been given to other swordsmiths. It was very rich, so I made a fortune this time."