(The second update is late, I went out for a while, but I think this chapter feels good, Jianghu Wulin, this is the feeling of ten steps, please recommend and collect.)
Ding!
The fingertips collided with the sword body, producing the sound of gold and iron.
The person who drew the sword was a little dazed, and then he saw an index finger magnified in front of his eyes. The red light was like a cloud, like a rising sun tearing apart the night, dispersing the evil and illuminating the four ends of the world.
Poof!
A bit of blood spattered, Su Qinian stopped his hand, and saw the figure in front of him, covered in black, falling to the ground like mud.
Bang!
Behind him, the soil and mud on the ground exploded, followed closely by the blue tip of the knife, touching the corner of his clothes.
Phew!
The next moment, the masked eyes were dull, because the tip of the knife coated with poison passed through the young man's back, and the figure seemed to be broken like a lake.
"Are you looking for me?"
There was a sudden voice from behind, and the assassin suddenly turned around and saw the same index finger, the tip of which was as red as the clouds, filling the whole world.
Poof!
Another blood flower bloomed, and Su Qinian didn't even look at it. An arm was like a phantom, with four half-inch-long bloody fingers in succession, tearing the air, piercing the four directions, and sinking into the earth.
After a few breaths, blood gurgled out from the holes in the ground. Su Qinian raised his foot and stamped hard, and the surrounding mud exploded, revealing four similarly masked figures in black.
Without uncovering the masks of these people, Su Qinian understood that these people were not ordinary martial arts people, but trained assassins. It could be seen from the direction and angle of their attacks, especially the moves of their swords.
There is no bells and whistles, and it is streamlined for killing people. Although it is basic swordsmanship and swordsmanship, every move and every move is tricky and cruel, and it is aimed at the key point. No matter whether it is Buddhism, Taoism or Confucianism, even if it is the devil's way, the younger generation's first disciple will
When it comes to martial arts, you wouldn’t give guidance like this, it’s not the Dao.
The only thing that can be compared with them is the soldiers in the army, but those are moves that have been honed in hundreds of battles and bloody battles on the ever-changing battlefield. Compared with them, these people are a little less tragic and constantly walking.
Intuition on the edge of life and death.
"If I hadn't obtained the "Ecstasy Technique" and hadn't developed this spiritual power, if I had to escape today's murderous situation, I would probably have to pay the price in blood."
Su Qinian's eyes flashed with cold light. It seems that some news in Wudang Mountain has not been completely spread recently. There are only six assassins who have reached the seventh level of "Benma Jin". Next time, I'm afraid it won't be so simple.
……
At the foot of Wudang Mountain.
In front of the Jiejian Stone, Su Qinian looked at the rusty long sword again. He asked the two disciples on duty, but he did not get any precise explanation. He only knew that the sword seemed to have been here two thousand years ago.
Over the years, even the top Yuan Shen masters in Wudang's history have tried, but no one has been able to pull it out.
Su Qinian always had an inexplicable feeling. He looked at the long knife covered in dust and touched it with spiritual force, as if there was an ancient soul sleeping in it.
At night.
In the Qingyang Palace, Su Qinian sat alone in front of a bonfire. There was no news about Qingyu and Qingye. Now, the Qingyang Palace was deserted and empty, except for him.
He thought of his old life in Chang'an City. Although there were many dignitaries there, and his father was an eighth-rank official, he was still just an arsenal editor. He worked in fear all day long, walking on thin ice, and the officialdom was ups and downs. It was different from the bloody battlefields on the Beihai frontier.
Killing is invisible, throughout the ages, no matter which life, you can never escape.
His father Su Wangsheng also lamented that he studied hard in the cold window in order to honor his ancestors, and for the sake of "the spring breeze is so proud of the horse's hoofs that he can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day." When he really stepped into that world, he longed for the ordinary and the time when he begged for light and years.
, the braised pork during the holidays is especially sweet, and although the days are hard, I feel peaceful.
Now, Su Qinian remembered last year's day again. As the winter solstice approached, his mother, Su, began to roll out the dough and prepare to make dumplings. The family gathered around the table, without servants, and made their own. On the winter solstice, there was a pot full of dumplings.
No stay.
The only regret is that my father did not come back that night. With the winter solstice approaching and the end of the twelfth lunar month approaching, the arsenal was checked and filled with various complicated affairs. My father worked overnight in the arsenal to repair the classics and history, as well as many martial arts secrets and royal secrets.
, is a huge project.
Slowly, the bonfire swayed, and Su Qinian's eyes became extremely sharp, and a somewhat depressing aura spread out, causing the flames in front of him to flicker.
"I don't care about the good and evil in the world, and I don't care about the darkness and light of heaven and earth. I don't care about the changes in Chang'an, nor the vicissitudes of the world. However, if my Su family cannot be perfect in the end, don't blame me for being in the Golden Palace in the future." p>
Su Qinian exhaled. His voice was not high, but it contained an extremely strong will. This will affected the spiritual power in the Ancestral Aperture Divine Court. The illusory knife shadow that had been silent for many days trembled slightly, along with the shadow behind him.
The long green iron sword also made a long buzzing sound.
At the foot of Wudang Mountain, behind the Jie Jian Stone.
That long sword that had been silent for thousands of years, the mottled rust on the blade silently peeled off into a piece as big as a fingernail, revealing a blade that was as deep as night and seemed to swallow up all the light in the world.
Qingyang Palace.
Seeing the wild grass outside the palace flying in the cold wind, Su Qinian raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction of the palace gate.
A very stern-looking young man, about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a black cloth robe, with his forearms exposed, walked in with an unusually thin long iron sword nearly five feet long in his hand.
"Li Qinghe, please teach me."
Twenty feet apart, the young man spoke in a stiff tone, as if he rarely spoke.
Su Qinian saw that his face was a little pale, and he could imagine that he must have experienced a tragic battle not long ago and suffered a lot of blood loss, and he has not fully recovered yet.
Su Qinian has always heard the name of Li Qinghe in Xiaoyao Valley. This legendary figure who firmly holds the top spot on the shore of the river is the only son of Marquis Mingyang. He has been in Xiaoyao Valley for eight years and has never been able to shake it.
its status.
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The Wave-Severing Sword Li Zhenan was one of the fifth-level generals who guarded the Beihai border. Tens of thousands of people were slaughtered in that battle, which shocked the government and the public. Su Qinian also heard about it, but it is undeniable that Li Zhenan was a master of swordsmanship and had great cultivation skills.
In that battle, he reached the first-class Hunyuan realm, and his original Tide Wave Cutting Sword was also promoted. The sword's light illuminated dozens of miles of sea, and finally cut down the opponent under the sword, and his body and soul disappeared. But the only thing Su Qinian didn't expect was that as the only son of such a generation of kendo masters, Li Qinghe would actually use a sword, such a five-foot sword with an extremely thin blade and an extremely wide blade.
"You are injured." Su Qinian said.
"There are no swords in Wudang. My late father commented on the swordsmanship in the world, but said that Wudang's "Life-breaking Knife" in the past could be ranked among the top ten in the world."
Li Qinghe's eyes were bright, even a little hot, and he said: "My knife is too strong to bear."
With a sigh, Su Qinian stood up. Li Zhenan was a swordsman back then, but his only son became a swordsman. As for Li Qinghe's talk about his late father, after the First World War, Li Zhenan was stripped of his armor the next day and escorted back to Beijing. It was not enough.
On the seventh day, he was sent to the tiger's head and died in anger of the common people.
"My sword can't be released easily." Su Qinian still shook his head.
Li Qinghe frowned and said: "Conditions."
He is very straightforward. Although he is crazy, he is not irrational. On the contrary, when he was on the border of Beihai, there were all kinds of life and death, and the warmth and coldness of human relationships, few things could escape his eyes.
"I win. One day you will build a foundation and join me at Qingyang Peak."
Su Qinian also bluntly said that no matter what, this person's talent and understanding are definitely extraordinary, and he can suppress all the descendants of the official family in Xiaoyao Valley. Although many of them have not yet established the foundation, and some of the family martial arts have not been able to practice, but so
It further shows that he is extraordinary and has a high level of ambition. He does not want to build a foundation with the seventh level of "Turtle and Snake Technique". If he succeeds in the future, he will definitely enter the Tao through cultivation of the eighth level of "Turtle and Snake Technique" and above and create a new world. Su Qinian is unwilling to let such a person go. With the help of the name of Qingyang Peak, he will naturally do his best. He believes that getting something requires giving, and Buddhists do not want to take lightly the cause and effect. Although he is now in the Taoist sect, he still
I also agree with it. (The second update is late, I went out for a while, but I think this chapter feels good, Jianghu Wulin, this is the feeling of ten steps, please recommend and collect.)