At this moment, a mighty sword energy shot straight into the sky, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
This sword energy was extremely sharp and shot straight into the sky, piercing the hearts of everyone present.
"It's Sect Master Lin!"
Someone shouted.
The experts present all looked at Lin Yiyang, and they were all shocked.
At this moment, Lin Yiyang's sword energy was released all over his body, and Cha Cha dissipated within ten feet, as if there was an inexplicable charm protecting it.
Gao Sheng frowned and thought to himself: "Could it be that he has reached the sixth realm?"
The sixth realm is almost equal to the number one swordsman in the Jianghu. The only swordsman in Dayan Jianghu who has reached the sixth realm is Lou Xiangzhen, but he has disappeared.
In an instant, everyone looked at Lin Yiyang.
"What a mysterious way of swordsmanship."
After a long time, Lin Yiyang withdrew his gaze and looked at the black-robed ghost swordsman in the distance.
The two people's eyes met in the air. An Jing's eyes showed no fluctuations, but Lin Yiyang's heart was surging.
Lin Yiyang was silent for a long time, then suppressed the sword energy in his body, and clasped his fists at Zhao Chongyin above him, "Your Highness, Lin has something important to do, so I will leave first..."
After saying that, he ignored the looks of everyone around him and walked away.
Qiu Wanxia also took a deep look at An Jing and followed Lin Yiyang quickly.
There was no expression on Zhao Chongyin's face, and no one knew whether he was happy or sad in his heart.
Lu Guoyong looked at the backs of the two men and whispered: "He was able to reach the sixth realm not only because of his own talent but also because of the help behind him.
I’m afraid it’s half of your fault.”
Behind the Ghost Swordsman is the Peach Blossom Sword Immortal Tower Xiang Zhen, and behind Lin Yiyang is the ancestral hall of the Yuheng Sword Sect.
Originally, he was only half a step away from reaching the sixth realm. Now that he has taken this half step, the point is not to watch the battle between the two sword immortals, but to glimpse An Jing's swordsmanship from the sword flying immortal move just now. .
The vastness of the swordsmanship coming towards him was enough to make his heart palpitate even if he only obtained one and a half claws.
A swordsman's swordsmanship comes from his understanding of the swordsmanship, as well as his life experiences and experience, as well as his statement of the way of the world.
Lu Guoyong did not understand the art of swordsmanship, but he knew from the artistic conception that the young man in front of him had a profound artistic conception of swordsmanship that far surpassed that of other swordsmen.
At the same time, this also restricted him.
"maybe."
An Jing sheathed the Suppressing Evil Sword tremblingly, her voice a bit weak.
At this moment, his mind was filled with emptiness. Not only was he injured by his sword with Zhong Binru, but he also had the backlash of the Great Sun Tathagata Curse.
"Are you OK?"
Tan Yun looked at the ghost swordsman in front of him and whispered.
An Jing shook his head and said, "It's okay."
"Let's go."
Lu Guoyong bent his back and turned around.
Seeing An Jing, Lu Guoyong and others left, and then Gao Sheng also drove Zhong Binru and left the place quickly.
Ling Yuanjing took a deep breath and frowned: "Lin Yiyang has really reached the sixth realm."
He Chen nodded and said nothing.
Originally, when everyone saw the duel between the two swordsmen, their hearts were filled with excitement, especially when the ghost swordsman defeated the sword-handling father-in-law Zhong Binru who was holding the Emperor's Sword with one sword.
Many people even thought that the Ghost Swordsman had become the best swordsman in the world today at the Eight Zhang Terrace.
Unexpectedly, Lin Yiyang would have enlightenment, step out at the last step, and directly reach the sixth realm.
This immediately took away the charm of Ghost Swordsman.
Many experts around the Eight-foot Platform sighed and dispersed.
The news about the Eight Zhang Terrace spread to all parts of the Dayan River and Lake as if it had wings.
A red sun slowly set in the west, and the setting sun emitted a soft glow, falling on a quiet courtyard in Yujing City.
A maid held a broom in her hand and was carefully sweeping the dust on the floor.
Her movements were very capable, without any unnecessary movements, as if sweeping the floor became an elegant thing in her hands.
Meticulous work is average.
"Creak-!"
At this moment, the courtyard door opened, and an old man in black with long hair walked in slowly.
The old man is very thin, with some deep wrinkles on his neck, and some age spots on his face, which are extending to all sides. His black clothes are almost turning white after washing, and in his hand is a simple, old long sword.
Everything seemed old, except for those eyes, which were as bright as new.
"Hao Lao, come back."
When the maid saw the old man walking over quickly, her expression was somewhat respectful.
"came back."
The old man nodded.
The maid asked in a low voice: "Has Mr. Hao found the person he is looking for?"
Just at noon today, the clouds in the sky collapsed, as if a chill suddenly rose, and Hao Lao said that he had gone out to look for someone and had not returned until now.
The old man shook his head and said: "He walked very fast, but it doesn't matter, we will meet him again one day."
The maid thought of something, took out a letter from her chest, and said, "By the way, not long after Mr. Hao left, someone sent a letter."
The old man in black took the letter from the maid and opened it.
There were only four vigorous words on the smooth white paper, but they contained endless killing intent.
The old man in black held it casually, and the letter instantly turned into a ball of powder and dissipated in the sky and earth. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a faint smile.
The maid on the side said: "Mr. Hao, is there anything worth being happy about?"
"Laughing does not mean being happy."
The old man said something and walked towards the house.
The maid looked at the old man's back and felt a shudder deep in her heart.
She had been following the old man for two or three years. With her intelligence, she could not see through the old man's thoughts, as if the old man's heart in front of her was like the stars in the sky.
You can see it, but you can't touch it.
Jade City, Lu Mansion.
An Jing sat cross-legged in the courtyard. Ever since he reached the state of unity of body and mind, he liked to enter this state and feel the vastness and vastness of the world.
He feels that he is just one step away from the sixth realm, but he has never been able to take this step.
If the shackles faced by others are like a mountain, then the shackles faced by Anjing are more like a piece of sky. He can only climb to the sky.
As long as you cross this sky, there will be a different realm ahead.
Suddenly, An Jing opened his eyes and looked outside the door.
Not long after, two figures walked in slowly.
The visitors were none other than Zhou Xianming and Lu Jingchun.
Lu Jingchun said enthusiastically: "Uncle Ghost, how are you recovering from your injuries?"
An Jing said calmly: "It will take a few days to cultivate."
His injuries were not serious to begin with, and coupled with the backlash of the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra, it would take some time for him to recover.
Lu Jingchun's eyes suddenly lit up and he said excitedly: "Uncle Ghost, how about you teach me swordsmanship during this period?"
Zhou Xianming shook his head. Lu Jingchun spent three days fishing and two days drying nets. Whether it was reading or studying, he was so enthusiastic about learning swordsmanship now that he might give up in a few days.
An Jing waved his hand and said, "Let's talk about it later when we have time. I plan to leave tomorrow."
When he originally came to Yujing City, he just took a look at Sanjia and found someone from the Demon Cult to ask about Qingmei's whereabouts. Now that Sanjia has seen her and Qingmei's whereabouts have been revealed, how can he still have the intention to stay in Yujing City?
Lu Jingchun was slightly startled and said: "Uncle Ghost, your injury is not healed yet."
Zhou Xianming also raised his eyebrows and asked: "Yes, don't you want to stay in the Lu Mansion for a few more days to cultivate?"
There are many masters behind the Ghost Swordsman, but there are also many enemies of the same kind. Not to mention Houjin and Zhao State, the mountain of Dayan Zhenyi Sect has been silent for a long time without taking action.
He is injured at this moment, is he really not afraid?
"No, this injury won't have much impact."
An Jing waved his hand, looked at Lu Jingchun, and said, "How is Tan Yun?"
Lu Jingchun said: "She was crying in the room, saying that her master was dead, and that she would take Li Fuzhou's ashes back to the Demon Cult. She cried and fell asleep afterwards..."
When An Jing heard the word demon sect, he couldn't help but think of his wife Zhao Qingmei.
Now think about it, Zhao Qingmei is also a victim. She holds the rare treasures of the Demon Sect and the supreme martial arts in her hands. She has been forced by the masters of the Demon Sect, and now she is trapped in the secret place of the Demon Sect.
The Demon Sect has lost the "Nine Nether Purgatory Magic Book" for thousands of years. If it can obtain this martial arts, its strength will surely be improved to a higher level again.
"No wonder Zhao Chongyin said that the leader of the Demon Cult is very ambitious when he is young. Yes, the leader of the Demon Cult is indeed very ambitious."
Thinking of this, An Jing wished he could rush into the Demon Cult right now and kill Jiang Renyi, the leader of the Demon Cult.
I had thought so much before, but in fact there were so many rights and wrongs.
There is nothing wrong with entering the demon sect.
While An Jing was deep in thought, Zhou Xianming smiled and said, "Senior, you and my friend really look alike."
An Jing said quietly: "He is also my friend."
Zhou Xianming said sadly: "Yes, he is a 'very good friend.'"
The thought of never being able to see someone's innermost being is a bit complicated.
An Jing glanced at Zhou Xianming and asked, "The imperial examination will be here soon, right?"
Now he also understood Zhou Xianming's situation very well. There was a deep gap between the royal family and Lu Men, and the Emperor was very afraid of Lu Men and would definitely not sit back and watch Lu Men grow stronger.
If Zhou Xianming had not married the princess, his ideals and ambitions of world peace would have been shattered.
A person always has to do something, especially someone like Zhou Xianming who has been studying for half his life.
Marrying the princess has a bright future, and his future achievements may even be as good as those of Lu Guoyong today. If he does not marry the princess, he will definitely be suppressed like never before in the court.
Astonishingly talented people like Li Fuzhou were forced to leave Yujing City.
Disputes among those in power have been like this since ancient times.
There was no blood visible, but it was more turbulent and fierce than the light and shadow of swords.
"It's almost time."
Zhou Xianming let out a long sigh.
The day of the palace examination is approaching, which is like a reminder to him. Even at this moment, he is very anxious.
An Jing said nothing. After all, he himself was in a mess. How could he be qualified to persuade others?
Zhou Xianming is a smart man. He knows how to choose and what will happen after his choice.
"Cough cough cough..."
At this moment, there was a coughing sound outside the door.
I saw Lu Guoyong holding on to the doorframe and walking towards the courtyard with his back bent.
"teacher!"
"grandfather."
Zhou Xianming and Lu Jingchun both stood up quickly and saluted.
"Mr. Lu."
An Jing also bowed his hand.
Lu Guoyong chuckled lightly and said, "Are you ready to leave?"
An Jing nodded and said, "Yes, I originally asked Mr. Lu to resign early tomorrow morning."
An Jing still respected Lu Guoyong in his heart.
Lu Guoyong took the lead slightly, then looked at the two people on the side and said: "Xianming, Jingchun, it's time to read."
"Teacher (Grandpa), I'll go back and read later."
Zhou Xianming and Lu Jingchun understood and hugged An Jing's fists, and quickly left the courtyard.
Lu Guoyong slowly sat down and said: "I am old and my body is no longer useful. It is not as good as you martial arts practitioners who are still strong even if they are over a hundred years old."
An Jing also sat down and said: "Mr. Lu has a strong heart, not inferior to that of a master who practices martial arts."
"You are very good at talking."
When Lu Guoyong heard this, he laughed and asked: "Do you know what is being spread in the streets and alleys today?"
An Jing shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Lu Guoyong looked at An Jing with his cloudy eyes, "Some people say that Lou Xiangzhen has disappeared, and Lin Yiyang will be the best swordsman in the world when he reaches the sixth level."
It has become a foregone conclusion that Li Fuzhou killed Tang Taiyuan on the Eight Zhang Platform, which caused a great shock. At the same time, another thing that people talk about is Lin Yiyang's arrival in the sixth realm.
Originally, the Ghost Swordsman fought against Zhong Binru, and the two master swordsmen were defeated by him. It can be said that the Ghost Swordsman is the well-deserved number one swordsman, and his popularity is unparalleled.
But he never expected that Lin Yiyang would directly reach the sixth realm while watching the battle.
His momentum immediately overwhelmed the Ghost Swordsman, and he became the "truly" best swordsman in the world in many people's eyes.
After all, Lou Xiangzhen has completely disappeared since the battle at Yuanhu, as if he has disappeared from the world. Someone has already heard that he is dead.
An Jing raised his head and smiled, "The best swordsman in the world, let Sect Leader Lin sit down."
Lu Guoyong looked at the young man in front of him and his smile deepened.
You must know that this originally huge reputation belonged to him as a ghost swordsman, but today he has completely fulfilled Lin Yiyang. Not to mention his young age, even any swordsman in the martial arts world would probably feel a little dissatisfied.
Lu Guoyong asked: "You really don't care at all."
"Mr. Lu, do you want to hear the truth?"
"Of course it's the truth."
"I care, but I can't suppress this reputation. On the contrary, what happened today is a good thing for me."
An Jing said this, and he really thought so in his heart.
He originally went to Bazhangtai to watch Li Fuzhou's battle. He had no intention of competing for the reputation of the best swordsman in the world. Moreover, there were rumors everywhere in the world that he challenged Lin Yiyang, but he had never responded to this matter.
The first is that he is still restricted by the land book, attracting too much attention, and will inevitably be suspected of being exposed. The second is that the title of the best swordsman in the world is not easy to sit on.
There is no first place in literature, no second place in martial arts, and it is too cold to be at a high place.
Sitting in this high-altitude position, you will naturally encounter countless troubles.
The third is that An Jing deeply knows that with his current strength, he cannot hold down the title of the best swordsman in the world.
After all, with this title, you will also get more trouble.
Can Lin Yiyang be able to suppress it?
Without the help of the power of the Ancestral Master Hall behind him, it would be extremely difficult to suppress the title of the best swordsman in the world.
"Ha ha ha ha."
Lu Guoyong looked at the man in black robe in front of him, "You are right."
Too young. The swordsman in front of me was really too young. I didn't expect that such a young man would have such an open-minded mind.
Know how to hide the edge.
The most difficult thing for a swordsman is not to show off his edge, but how to hide his edge at the right time.
That was the case when Yan Gang died in An Jing's hands. Otherwise, with Yan Gang's qualifications, he would have a great chance of reaching the sixth realm in the future. The same is true for Lin Yiyang. His edge has not completely disappeared, but he is better than Yan.
Gang is much smarter and doesn't test others easily.
Among the public swordsmen in the world today, there is only one person who can truly hold the title of the best swordsman in the world, and that is Lou Xiangzhen.
It took decades of ups and downs for Lou Xiangzhen to reach the sixth realm, and Li Fuzhou also worked hard day and night before he could achieve the feat of killing Tang Taiyuan at Ba Zhang Tai today.
The gully should be kept in the heart, not in the mouth.
Lu Guoyong looked at An Jing in front of him, as if he saw a peerless weapon right in front of him. When he unsheathes it, it will be brilliant.
Only then will the world know that the so-called best swordsman in the world is nothing more than that.
Lu Guoyong looked straight at An Jing and said, "Do you know what I'm thinking right now?"
An Jing shook his head and said, "How many people in this world can guess what Mr. Lu is thinking?"
Lu Guoyong said quietly: "I'm thinking about how to let you stay in this Lumen."
"I think Mr. Lu is joking."
"No, I'm serious."
"What method does Mr. Lu plan to use?"
"Throughout the ages, honey traps have always been detrimental to heroes."
"That's a pity. I'm not a hero."
The two looked at each other and then laughed.
Dongluo Pass, Feng Mo Well.
There was some darkness in the dark cave.
Nan Weiping sat cross-legged, looking at her palms that were as dry as tree bark, "The torrent of time has swept away the years, and what is left is only a scarred body with deep marks carved by the years, and one more."
"Demon Sealing Well, Crazy Demon Well..."
Speaking of this, a flash of blood appeared in Nan Weiping's eyes, her fingers dug into her flesh, and blood flowed out along her nails.
There is an inexplicable energy surging outside the cave.
Zhao Qingmei was sitting cross-legged next to the cave, surrounded by black energy, as if it was about to swallow her whole body.
In her body, wisps of black Qi swirled in her Dantian.
The true energy was dark and shiny, looking extremely strange and mysterious.
The next moment, the swirling black air machine made sounds one after another. Each sound was different, as if there were thousands of people with faces, including all postures in the world.
But if you look carefully, you will see that each one is the same person.
The realm of all things!
Zhao Qingmei only came out after reaching the seventh level. Her face had already transformed into thousands of faces. How could ordinary people recognize her true face in Lushan?
But all in all, these ten thousand things are all hers alone, and she has not really reached the ten thousand signs of heaven and demon.
But now, with the enlightenment of countless demon sect seniors in the Demon-Sealing Well, and Nan Weiping's careful guidance, her realm is also advancing by leaps and bounds.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa!"
Zhao Qingmei's Dantian suddenly developed a spiral force and began to absorb the black energy around her body crazily.
In just a few dozen breaths, all the surrounding black energy was sucked into the Dantian.
I saw that her Dantian became extremely turbulent after such a large influx of infuriating energy, just like a sign before a volcanic eruption.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
Almost in the blink of an eye, the dantian exploded, and the sea of true energy shook wildly, rushing towards the limbs of the body.
Under this sudden feedback of true energy, the energy in the body is also rising continuously.
Behind Zhao Qingmei, a black shadow gradually emerged. The shadow was ancient and vast.
As the demon emerges, all the elephants no longer appear as one, but seem to have become a single, controllable surface.
Zhao Qingmei slowly opened her eyes, and a black light emerged from her eyes, "There is only one last step left to reach the eighth floor."
Although she has not yet completely reached the eighth level, her cultivation has reached the peak of First Qi, and it seems that she is not far away from Second Qi.
Zhao Qingmei stood up and walked towards the cave.
"Have you reached the third Wanxiang Wuxin?"
Nan Weiping took a careful look at Zhao Qingmei who walked in, and immediately discovered a clue.
I can't see through the current state of Zhao Qingmei's body at all, which shows that she has reached the state of Wanxiang Wuxin.
Every aspect is oneself, and at the same time, every aspect is not oneself.
This realm is so mysterious that only those who have personally reached it will know it.
Zhao Qingmei took a deep breath and asked directly: "Senior, I wonder how long it will take to condense the demon seed?"
Now that she has reached the Wanxiang Wuxin mentioned by Nan Weiping, she only needs to condense the demon seeds to directly enter the eighth level.
Condensing the demonic seed is to cultivate a qi seed in the Dantian, and this seed is the demonic seed. If you want to reach the ninth level of the "Nine Nether Purgatory Grimoire", you need to rely on the infinite qi derived from this demonic seed.
Condensing demon seeds is not difficult.
A glimmer of light appeared in Nan Weiping's eyes, "With my help, it can be as fast as two days or as slow as three days. According to the passage of time outside, it will be about six to nine days."
Zhao Qingmei nodded, with a glimmer of light in her eyes: "That means I can leave here in seven to ten days, right?"
Nan Weiping said seriously: "Yes, I told you in advance that condensing demon seeds is also dangerous. If you break through the ninth level in the future, the demon seeds will bite you back, and people with weak character may go crazy..."
Demonic seeds can create great opportunities, but they can also bring endless harm.
This is the martial arts of the Demon Cult. While it is growing rapidly, it will also bring about huge crises.
Zhao Qingmei said calmly: "Senior, don't worry, I know it well."
"Okay, let's get started."
Nan Weiping takes the lead, and Zhao Qingmei's character goes without saying. If there are no big surprises, controlling the demon species will naturally be a no-brainer.
Then Zhao Qingmei sat down cross-legged with her back to Nan Weiping.
Nan Weiping stretched out her finger, and a black energy rushed in, hitting Zhao Qingmei's back hard.
Suddenly, the true energy in Zhao Qingmei's dantian gathered again, and these black true energies were squeezed together to form a small black dot.
Although it is just a small black dot, it has a terrifying power.