(It’s a little late, Chunyang’s ten steps of martial arts are still being explored. This chapter is an attempt and is still being adjusted. Please vote for recommendations and favorites.)
On the martial arts field.
What attracted Su Qinian the most at this time was a young Taoist priest in his twenties. The young man had an ordinary appearance and was holding a four-foot-long sword in his hand. The blade was slender and the tip was sharp.
The young man stood in the martial arts arena. Unlike many martial arts disciples, he remained motionless and even had his eyes closed. He pointed his long knife diagonally at the ground and looked at a middle-aged man wearing a blue robe in front of the Qingyang Hall.
"Jiyuan Zhenren!"
Qingyu shouted low, and his eyes fell on the middle-aged man. He was just like the portrait in the Wudang History of the Zangjing Pavilion. He was confident that he would never admit his mistake.
Su Qinian's eyes were also shocked. This was Zhenren Jiyuan, the last peak master of Qingyang Peak. During the thunder tribulation, he fought with the master of the Desire Demon Sect, one of the thirteen sects of the Demon Sect, and both fell.
A middle-aged Taoist priest who looked very gentle stood quietly in front of the Qingyang Hall with a whisk in his hand. Following his gaze, Su Qinian returned to the young Taoist priest.
Buzz!
After a few breaths, there was a faint buzzing sound. This buzzing sound seemed to come from the human soul. But at this moment, Su Qinian's mental power was restored to freedom, and his eyes were immediately locked on the long knife in the young man's hand.
The blade of the sword was vibrating at a very small amplitude. This kind of subtle control of power was beyond Su Qinian's imagination.
Groan!
There was also a very faint sound of swords. Qing Yu's eyes were bright and he stared at Master Jiyuan. Although Master Jiyuan did not have a sword on his body, he had an intuition that the sound of swords was made by Master Jiyuan. Regardless of whether it was the sound of swords or swords roaring, they surged upward after a moment, stirring up the skylight and making the entire sky dim slightly.
At this moment, Su Qinian and the three of them felt extremely insignificant. The sound of swords and swords made their breaths freeze, and they felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
At this time, many figures in the martial arts arena also stopped moving, and everyone's eyes stayed on the young Taoist priest and Master Jiyuan.
As time goes by, the aura of the young Taoist priest becomes more and more powerful, and even Su Qinian and others feel a dazzling feeling at a glance, which is the sharp aura of the knife.
On the other hand, Master Jiyuan, although the sound of sword chants became louder and louder, he still looked calm, not sharp, and as gentle as jade.
After half a cup of tea, the young Taoist priest's momentum climbed to its peak. The situation in the nine heavens was changing, and the light of the green-gold sun seemed to become weaker under the sharp edge of the sword.
Su Qinian opened his eyes wide. This was a real martial arts master, or someone who had gone a long way on the road to martial arts. Such momentum, even causing changes in the celestial phenomena, was beyond his imagination.
Suddenly, the young Taoist priest opened his eyes, and the sky and the earth were dark. He raised his feet and took a step, but it seemed that he had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers. The end of the world was so close that it condensed under his feet. In one step, he came to the three feet in front of Master Jiyuan.
A land of ten feet.
Clang!
The young Taoist priest drew his sword, and the light of the sword was bright. In an instant, he seemed to see the good and evil in the world, and all the evil spirits were wiped out, leaving only a bright sun in the sky.
Tsk!
The air was torn apart by the sword light, the vacuum was cut open, and wherever the sword light passed, the void was slightly distorted, as if everything was no longer real.
There was a blank in Su Qinian's mind. Only the sword remained in Su Qinian's eyes. In the Zuqiao Divine Courtyard, the illusory pale white sword shadow trembled slightly, and there were faint signs of recovery.
Groan!
At the moment when the young Taoist priest slashed down with his sword, the sound of the sword's chant also rose to the top, and above the sky, the green-gold sun suddenly dimmed, and then a green-gold sword light bloomed from the nine heavens, and in an instant,
Became the only one between heaven and earth.
However, before Su Qinian and the others could see the sword light clearly, they only saw it flash in the air and then disappear.
Ding!
There was the sound of gold and iron, and when Qingyu turned his eyes, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and his voice even trembled slightly.
"Qingyang Sword!"
It was a long sword that could be three feet and nine inches long. The whole body was greenish-gold, as crystal clear as jade, and the sword seemed to have brilliance flowing around it. At this time, it was so calmly suspended in front of Master Ji Yuan, the tip of the sword was slightly
Pointing upward, it pressed against the long knife in the young Taoist priest's hand.
The swords and swords intersected silently, with the two as the center, the void twisted violently, and even many people in the martial arts field changed their expressions, and some of the disciples who were less skilled in cultivation retreated one after another.
Su Qinian and the others also felt an extremely sad tearing force coming from the void. They were simply far apart. Although the tearing force was not small, they could still withstand it. p>
But at this moment, Su Qinian and the others couldn't care so much. The three of them were all staring at the Qingyang Sword suspended in the air. It was the sword of the previous peak masters of Qingyang Peak. It was a psychic divine sword.
It is also extremely rare in martial arts circles in the world. It has disappeared without a trace since the death of Master Jiyuan five hundred years ago.
"Relying on the soul is the art of sword control!"
Qingyu took a deep breath and couldn't help but sigh. It is a method that belongs to the top figures in the martial arts. After training the soul, one can use the psychic weapon to possess the body and control objects with the spirit. It is almost a magical method, which is enough to kill the enemy thousands of miles away.
Outside.
"If I'm not mistaken, this sword is Qingyang Peak's unique "Life-breaking Knife". It is about obeying the virtues of nature and grasping destiny," Fatty also added. "There are even three crazy Taoists of the generation who commented on Wudang's various martial arts, saying bluntly
If this "Life-breaking Knife" is practiced to its peak, it will be no less than ordinary top martial arts."
……
After the sword was in vain, the young Taoist priest sheathed his sword, but did not take any more action.
Master Jiyuan smiled, stretched out his hand to take the Qingyang Sword, and waved the whisk lightly with his other hand. On the martial arts field, all the disciples dispersed, and only the young Taoist priest and one other man and one woman remained.
A disciple walked past Su Qinian and the others, treating the three of them as nothing, as if they didn't exist.
"Hey!"
The fat man couldn't help but speak, and stretched out his hand to grab someone, but he didn't want to pull him away. His hand went straight through the disciple's chest.
Fake!
Qing Yu's eyes were a little dull, while Su Qinian was pondering. This seemed to be similar to the soul-terrifying technique. It was like a world of illusions before his eyes, outlining various realities that made people believe them to be true.
However, such a soul-destroying technique is far beyond what Su Qinian can do now. Even the invisible sharp energy has evolved, almost confusing the real with the fake. If it hadn't been for the fat man, it would have been impossible to tell the real from the fake. p>
"This Yuanshen world belongs to Zhenren Jiyuan. If everything in front of you is good, it is most likely that it was transformed by his memory." Su Qinian said.
"Memory?" Qingyu was startled and said, "In other words, this memory is also real, and it really existed in the past."
"Yes, that's probably the case," Fatty Qingye said a little dejectedly, "Not to mention that Master Jiyuan had fallen five hundred years ago. Even if he hadn't died, he wouldn't have been able to live for five hundred years. It would be difficult for even the Master of Destiny to do that.
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In front of Qingyang Hall.
At this moment, Master Jiyuan didn't move, and the young Taoist priest and the other two didn't move either. The four of them just stood silently, leaving Su Qinian and the others a little confused.
Arriving at the martial arts arena, Su Qinian and the others looked around. Everything in front of them was the Qingyang Palace that existed in the memory of Master Jiyuan. It was the pinnacle of the Qingyang Peak lineage in the past.
What a pity.
The three of them looked at each other and saw regret in the eyes of the other two. Five hundred years have been like swords, cutting off almost all traces. Qingyang Peak has declined, the inheritance has been cut off, the ruins have become desolate, and the population has been wiped out.<
/p>
"What do they want to do?"
After half a stick of incense, the fat man said a little suspiciously. He looked at the four real people of Jiyuan in front of the Qingyang Hall not far away. After half a stick of incense, the four of them did not move.
Hearing this, Su Qinian and Qing Yu were also a little curious. They could vaguely see that, except for Master Jiyuan, the three young Taoist priests seemed to be the best among the Qingyang Peak disciples of that generation, especially the young Taoist priest.
It’s so amazing. In Wudang Mountain, where swordsmanship is respected, it is really rare, even incredible, to have such swordsmanship.
How to obtain the broken inheritance of Qingyang Peak? In this mysterious and unpredictable world of Yuanshen, Su Qinian and the other three finally determined that if there is a inheritance, it may exist in Qingyang Pavilion next to Qingyang Hall. (A little late.
, Chunyang’s ten steps of martial arts are still being explored. This chapter is an attempt and is still being adjusted. Please vote for recommendations and favorites.)