Chapter 143 Ye Gucheng’s Sword (please subscribe, please please)
Baiyun Temple has absolutely no connection with Ye Gucheng's Baiyun City.
However, if Baiyun City is truly left behind and floating in the world, Baiyun Temple will be a fairyland in the world.
When Ziqin and Lu Xiaofeng arrived, the thick fog in the morning had not yet dissipated. From a distance, it looked like the White Cloud Temple was really a fairy palace shrouded in clouds and mist.
"Baiyun City must be more beautiful than Baiyun Temple, more like a fairyland."
Standing at the entrance of Baiyun Temple, Ziqin suddenly spoke.
Lu Xiaofeng didn't know what Zi Qin meant at all, but when he wanted to ask, Zi Qin had already entered the temple. Although Baiyun Temple was very majestic, there were very few walls in the world that could stop Zi Qin.
Even the walls within the Forbidden City probably can't stop it.
Lu Xiaofeng shook her head slightly and followed Ziqin into the temple.
At this time, it was still early in the morning, and all the Taoists in Baiyun Temple seemed to be having morning classes. There was a faint sound of chanting in the morning breeze, but Ziqin and Lu Xiaofeng had no intention of listening to this otherworldly sound.
The two of them walked from the front yard to the backyard, and finally saw a Taoist priest under a sycamore tree.
A Taoist priest wearing a green crown.
The scenery in the backyard is very good. It is already late autumn at this time, but the sycamore tree in the backyard still has not even a single fallen leaf. This place seems to be a fairyland on earth, no longer distinguishing between spring and autumn.
However, although the scenery is beautiful, it would be a bit embarrassing for two people to suddenly see the owner without his permission.
However, Ziqin and Lu Xiaofeng's thinking clearly could not be inferred by common sense, and a faint smile appeared on Lu Xiaofeng's face.
"Excuse me, is Taoist Master Gu Qingfeng here?"
Lu Xiaofeng asked in a tentative tone.
The Taoist's eyes were extremely commanding in the morning mist, but he didn't mean to answer Lu Xiaofeng at all. He stood there quietly, with all the silk threads fluttering behind him.
Only then did Lu Xiaofeng and Ziqin realize that this man was carrying a sword on his back.
It is not strange for a Taoist to carry a sword on his back, not to mention carrying a sword on his back, even if he kills people with a sword, it is extremely strange to stand under a sycamore tree in his temple with a sword on his back so early in the morning.
Could it be that this Taoist learned the sword here?
Of course Lu Xiaofeng would not guess like this. He just touched his nose. Smart people in the world seem to like touching their noses. Back then, Xiangshuai Chu Liuxiang liked this, and Lu Xiaofeng actually liked it too.
It turned out that Lu Xiaofeng was really a very smart person, but this smart person asked a stupid question next, which not only harmed himself, but also Ziqin.
"It seems that I asked the wrong person. This person is actually mute."
Lu Xiaofeng helplessly shrugged towards Ziqin, who had a smile on his face. However, before he could reply, the Taoist whom Lu Xiaofeng called a mute had already spoken.
"You didn't ask the wrong person, but you came to the wrong place."
The answer is exactly the same as the original.
"Isn't this Baiyun Temple?"
Lu Xiaofeng's answer was the same as in the original work. However, the Taoist priest's next answer made Ziqin slightly surprised.
"Of course this is Baiyun Temple, but this is a place you shouldn't come to."
Ziqin noticed that the Taoist priest in this sentence was talking about you, not you.
After these words, the Taoist priest suddenly flashed around, and a piece of bark behind the Taoist priest was naturally peeled off. However, what is different from the original work is that in the original work, there was only "little wind flying" on the peeled off bark.
, died under the tree', and now there are two more sentences on the peeled bark.
"The snake king follows the wind and seeks his own death."
Ziqin looked at these two extra words carefully and suddenly laughed.
"These four sentences connect quite smoothly."
Ziqin's voice was extremely calm. He even had the intention to evaluate whether the connection between these four sentences was smooth, but a sinister sneer appeared on the corner of the Taoist's mouth.
"I think you won't be able to laugh later."
Lu Xiaofeng's voice was cold, and he looked at Ziqin with a hint of sympathy.
"If my guess is correct, a group of sword-wielding men will definitely pop up here next. You will be embarrassed to let me take action when you want to deal with the sword-wielding men."
Lu Xiaofeng's words were very natural. It seemed that he was not ashamed at all to let his friend deal with a large group of thugs alone. Facing Lu Xiaofeng like this, anyone could only sigh.
Ziqin did not sigh, because he did not have time to sigh. Lu Xiaofeng rarely made mistakes in what he said. So when Lu Xiaofeng finished speaking, a group of men wielding swords surged around, but Lu Xiaofeng had already arrived at the sycamore tree.
Lu Xiaofeng, who lives in the phoenix tree, not only has the word "wind" in his name, but his Qinggong is also as magical as the phoenix dancing in the sky.
However, Ziqin did not have time to appreciate Lu Xiaofeng's Qinggong, because Ziqin discovered that the group of people who jumped out at the same time actually performed a very powerful sword formation.
In fact, the Quanzhen Sect's Big Dipper Seven-Star Sword Formation is absolutely terrifying whether in the world of Jin Daxia or the Ancient Daxia, especially when fourteen people use two sets of Seven-Star Sword Formation at the same time, but these two sword formations
When they can be integrated into each other.
If one set of seven-star sword formations is enough to make you feel like you are being attacked by seventy long swords at the same time, then the two sets of sword formations combined are definitely enough to make you feel like you are being attacked by seven hundred long swords.
Ziqin seemed to have no power to fight back in this intensive attack.
Lu Xiaofeng, who was sitting on the tree, suddenly sighed.
"If I were you, I would never force him like this."
Lu Xiaofeng's sigh sounded, but the Taoist priests who formed the sword formation seemed not to be affected at all. Of course, even if they were affected, they could not reflect it, because at this moment Ziqin had already drawn his sword.
The fourteen long swords around him have been closed. To outsiders, the fourteen long swords look like ink stains spreading on a piece of white paper, which has blackened Ziqin and a large space around Ziqin.
And Ziqin's sword appeared in this situation, like the sunshine at dawn, no, maybe like a flame that suddenly exploded in the darkness. That light could not only tear through the darkness, but also burn anything in the darkness.
people.
A sword comes from the west, and there is a flying fairy from the sky. Is there anyone in this world whose sword is more magical than the sword technique represented by this sentence? What Ziqin is performing at this moment is the flying fairy from the sky, Ziqin's version of the flying fairy from the sky, or in other words
The snake king version of the flying fairy from heaven.
There was no earth-shattering power or vigorous momentum, but when the sword was unfolded, a blood mark appeared on the wrists of everyone surrounding Ziqin.
If you wipe the faint blood stain with a damp cloth, you will not be able to see the wound after wiping off the blood stain.
However, this little blood mark has already cut off the possibility of these people practicing swordsmanship, because their wrist meridians have been broken, their swords have fallen to the ground, and they will never be able to hold them again in this life.
On the tree, Lu Xiaofeng was still sighing, but a group of people rushed out from behind the sycamore tree, including old people, Taoist priests, and middle-aged people wearing rich clothes.
Each of these people should have been graceful and elegant, but at this moment, each of them looked like a lost dog. They rushed out to look at the Taoist priests who had lost their swords, and each time they looked at each one, their expressions became uglier.
The middle-aged man in rich attire had a particularly ugly expression. He had just moved his hand away from the hilt of the sword, and it seemed that he had wanted to take action before.
At this moment, this middle-aged man should be afraid, but also rejoicing that he had not taken action, otherwise there would have been another useless person here.
"You, don't you know, this is just......"
"This is just a joke, is that what you meant?"
Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, Ziqin slowly interrupted, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
He shouldn't have smiled when he had just eliminated fourteen people, but he smiled very naturally.
"If this wasn't a joke, I'm afraid there would already be fourteen more corpses here."
Ziqin's voice was very calm, but the middle-aged man's expression changed again. Lu Xiaofeng jumped down from the tree, still with a faint smile on his face.
"You should indeed be happy. Fortunately, the martial arts of these fourteen people are not strong. Otherwise, there might have been fourteen more corpses here."
Lu Xiaofeng's words were also extremely indifferent. This time, one of the two Taoists who rushed out at the same time sighed slightly and raised his head.
The sighing Taoist is naturally Mu Taoist. Among the people here, Mu Taoist is probably the only one who understands the terrifying power of Ziqin's swordsmanship.
"That sword is not your swordsmanship."
Mu Taoren's words were very strange, and completely irrelevant to the topic at hand.
"That move is called Flying Immortal from Heaven. It is the only unique sword move that I have not mastered and will never be able to master in my life."
Ziqin's words were still calm, but anger was already showing on the middle-aged man's face. Unskilled moves will naturally hurt others. Ziqin's words undoubtedly meant that he intended to hurt these fourteen Taoists.
Not only the middle-aged man, but also another Taoist also showed displeasure.
Mu Taoist sighed again.
"Ye Gucheng's sword skills are indeed unparalleled in the world. Even unskilled moves are enough to break the Quanzhen Sword Sect's Double Big Dipper Sword Formation. Fortunately, this is Ye Gucheng's sword skills."
Mu Taoren's words were even more strange, but Lu Xiaofeng nodded lightly. Indeed, fortunately, this was Ye Gucheng's sword technique, which was unparalleled in the world, but it was not a sword technique that focused on killing.
This sword only brings the sword to its extreme, to a state beyond the peak of human beings. If it were Ximen Chuixue's sword technique, I'm afraid these fourteen people would already be fourteen corpses, because Ximen Chuixue's sword is originally a sword that focuses on killing.
Law.
"If it's your own swordsmanship."
Mu Daoren suddenly spoke again. When he said this, Mu Daoren's eyes actually showed a glint, a look that should belong to a peerless swordsman, but Mu Daoren had not had such a look for a long time.
Faced with this question, Ziqin laughed softly.
"You don't want to know the answer to this question."
He smiled indifferently and answered equally indifferently. Seeing Mu Taoist frowning and dissatisfied, Ziqin had no choice but to add another sentence.
"If you don't want to see a scene like a slaughterhouse, you will never want to see my swordsmanship."
