In fact, it wasn't until all the power in his body was developed that Ziqin realized that Yuan Gong's sword technique was actually much more powerful than what was recorded in the Jin Daxia Yue Nv Sword.
The right sword strikes at the right time.
This sentence can indeed describe Yuan Gong's swordsmanship, but this sentence is not all Yuan Gong's swordsmanship.
There is no adjective for this set of swordsmanship itself. If I had to use one to describe it, it would be Xiao Li Feidao in swordsmanship.
There is almost nothing that Yuan Gong's sword skills cannot hit.
Ignore quantity, ignore distance, and even ignore defense.
This is simply a set of sword techniques that should not exist. Ziqin took a step forward, and the long sword suddenly came out of its sheath. However, he thrust it out casually on both sides. The sword movement was not fast or weird, it was just an ordinary move.
The stabs hit the critical points of those Xixia warriors every time.
A very few Xixia dead soldiers were able to dodge the first blow, but in the end they seemed to be sent forward and stabbed by the second change.
There were no enemies in Yihe at all. Where Ziqin walked, Xixia dead soldiers fell to the ground one after another, just like the scene described in Jin Daxia's Yue Nu Sword. However, Yue Nu just shot down those soldiers' long swords, while Ziqin did not.
It is to take away the lives of these Xixia dead soldiers.
This is definitely not a world that the so-called imperial power can control. If a small group of capable soldiers in this world can receive such training, as long as they can train three thousand elites who are one-tenth the master of Yuan Gong's sword skills, they will definitely be able to sweep the world.
Finally, the last Xixia dead soldier fell to the ground, and Ziqin sighed slightly.
Suddenly, he felt the turn of history. Back then, Gou Jian relied on the swordsmanship training that Fan Li had received from the Yue girls and had three thousand Yue armors to finally defeat the state of Wu.
A hundred years ago, Zhao Kuangyin trained a group of personal guards with his own inheritance, and finally unified the world. Xiaoyaozi may not follow the old path of Zhao Kuangyin and Gou Jian. He asked Li Qiushui to train this team, each of whom has martial arts.
He is very tall and can be called a first-class master in the world.
Such a team composed of such experts may be able to sweep the entire world.
It's a pity that Xiaoyaozi didn't have enough luck after all, and he couldn't follow Zhao Kuangyin's old path. Today, all these dead men finally died here.
When the last dead soldier fell, Ziqin heard a slight sound behind him. He turned around slowly, and Li Qiushui and Zhang Yuan appeared at the gate of Juxian Manor.
Seeing the angry looks of the two people, Ziqin couldn't help but smile. He had known that these two people would come, but he had already dispersed all the people in Juxian Manor. At this time, there was no one in Juxian Manor.
That sound of attacking from the east to the west is simply a joke. Juxianzhuang is just an empty city. No matter what tricks you try, you won't be able to find anyone in it.
"Where is Wu Yazi?"
Li Qiushui's expression was sad and tense. She had missed her for decades, from exile to degeneration, from youth to old age. Wu Yazi was still a wound in her heart that could never be touched.
Today, the wound was torn open, and the traces of blood were still there. However, Li Qiushui suddenly discovered that even the injured place could no longer be touched. This heart-wrenching pain made her almost crazy.
A rotating cyclone appeared next to Li Qiu Shui, and her figure swept towards Zi Qin with a fierce wind.
Before anyone arrived, a gust of palm wind had already arrived. It was upright and slanting, turning as desired. The palm gust was inexplicably powerful, but also strange and inexplicable. Sometimes it was dignified and strong, blowing against the face, and sometimes there were gusts of dark wind, which made people shudder.
Ziqin's eyes suddenly shrank, and his figure retreated backwards. He already knew that Li Qiushui's White Rainbow Palm was a unique skill, but the White Rainbow Palm in his impression was definitely not like this.
In fact, Jin Lao's novel has a clear description of Baihongzhang, but it is not like this.
This palm technique is more than ten times more terrifying than the Baihong Palm.
The figure retreated, and the invisible strength was densely packed in front of him at the same time, rebounding, twisting, and various strange power-transporting methods were randomly displayed by Ziqin. At this time, his martial arts had already reached the realm of being eclectic, but he could use it no matter how convenient it was.
Although Li Qiu Shui's palm power was powerful, Zi Qin never noticed it. He was only cautious about the strangeness in Li Qiu Shui's palm wind, fearing that there was something sinister in it.
"Disciple, through arm fist, thunderous sound."
Suddenly, Bai Mei's voice seemed to come from the sky. Ziqin had no time to think carefully about Bai Mei's whereabouts, and naturally used his hand to perform the through arm fist. However, there was a huge gap between the through arm fist taught by Bai Mei and the through arm fist of later generations.
After punching out, the sound of thunder has already sounded. Li Qiushui's figure swayed slightly when the red thunder sounded. Suddenly, most of the cyclone surrounding her disappeared. Her figure moved slightly, and she had retreated to Juxian Manor.
Gate.
"Bai Mei, if you still have the nerve to come out to see me, I will return my sister's appearance."
Zhang Yuan's voice sounded shrill. When Li Qiushui stepped back, he had already taken one step forward. With just one step, Ziqin felt that the color of the world around him changed. The gate of Juxian Village suddenly seemed to have turned into a ghost, and the gloomy wind kept coming from Juxian Village.
It was blown out in Xianzhuang.
"Disciple, be careful with your mind. Use the inner strength of the yang surname of Yun Ji Qi to protect your heart."
Bai Mei's voice sounded again, and with this voice, a wave of mighty breath came from the distant sky. It was panic-stricken, but it was like the concentrated breath of the scorching sun.
Ziqin did not dare to be negligent and immediately obeyed Bai Mei's words.
He had already seen that what Zhang Yuan used was by no means a simple martial arts, but a Xuanmen secret technique similar to the so-called Seven Evils of the Sword God back then.
This world is no longer Tianlong's world. As the system said, the system's restraint on this world has disappeared. It is no longer possible to control this world. This world has finally revealed its own face.
"Zhang Yuan, you surrendered to the enemy and betrayed your country. Do you want to take your sister with you? Back then, your sister accidentally received the inheritance of ancient martial arts, but she understood the true meaning of the three thousand worlds and was at ease long ago. Why are you still so entangled."
Bai Mei's voice was still calm, but the awe-inspiring aura had already hit him directly.
The wind is full of ghosts and ghosts, and the strong voice is awe-inspiring.
The two completely different forces collided, and the whole Juxian Village trembled and trembled.
There was a hint of confusion in Ziqin's eyes. In a daze, he seemed to understand something, and he seemed to see something clearly. However, he seemed to be trapped in some kind of unspeakable confusion.
In his mind, the system began to change constantly, as if it was telling him something.
Vaguely, Ziqin felt that he had touched the god-like power in the main world, but in this place, that power could not be exerted at all.
He felt as if he was enveloped in an invisible force, and his whole person seemed to be disconnected from the world, and it seemed that his whole person was constantly changing.
Outside, the voices of Bai Mei and Zhang Yuan were still faintly heard, but their words made Ziqin increasingly confused.
"Zhang Yuan, don't think that you can do whatever you want just by learning the martial arts of the Yin-Yang family in ancient times. Although the three thousand worlds are different, our way is the same. Yin-Yang is just a lineage of Taoism. Your Yin-Yang mystical skills are useless in front of my Taoist magic.
Not enough to watch.”
Bai Mei's voice no longer had the hip-hop sound of the past, but it was filled with divine power. Following his words, the whole world seemed to begin to move.
The turmoil continued violently, but Ziqin felt as if someone was touching his side.
"Bai Mei, your martial arts is indeed unrivaled in the world, but at this time you are still a hundred miles away. Although you can use your magical skills to defeat us hundreds of miles away, I think you will never be able to stop me from killing your apprentice immediately."
Li Qiu Shui's crisp voice sounded, and Zi Qin was suddenly startled. The person touching him was actually Li Qiu Shui.
When Li Qiu Shui touched him, he was still losing control of his body.
Ziqin felt uneasy. He tried hard to control his body. However, in fact, even his vision began to blur gradually, and the surrounding area seemed to fall into darkness.
He could only feel that Li Qiushui was beside him and could hear some conversations, but other than that, he had no control over his body at all.
The feeling of powerlessness made Ziqin couldn't help but tremble all over, and his spirit slipped into the depths of his consciousness.
At this moment, Ziqin went to look for the system again, hoping that the system could help him gain strength and control his body again.
However, deep down in his spirit, Ziqin was stunned again. This place was actually a void. The system that originally filled this place seemed to have disappeared. Deep in his spirit, there was actually a place like a starry sky.
Empty, nothingness, vast, and boundless, Ziqin couldn't even describe what kind of scene it was, except that there was no system here, and there was nothing that did not belong to nothingness.
The system has disappeared.
Ziqin was stunned for a moment, and then denied that he was sent to this world by the system. If the system disappeared, he would no longer be in this world. In fact, he is still in this world, but he has temporarily lost control of his body.
.
It's like being tapped on someone's acupuncture points.
There must be a way.
Ziqin managed to calm down. He quickly looked through his memories, the martial arts he had learned in the past, the martial arts he had used, special effects, everything.
Spirit, spirit, consciousness.
Finally, Ziqin turned over something and was overcome with emotion.
A steady stream of memory flowed out rapidly, and Ziqin began to reluctantly calm down and began to work hard to run his mental power according to the memory of Wangqing**'s cultivation method.
Suddenly, Ziqin was stunned again. In his mind, all the contents of Wangqing** were over, but there were still a steady stream of new ways to cultivate spiritual power.
"Heaven and earth are not bound, the universe is not restrained, every plant and tree, all realms circulate,..."
In the endless stream of content, Ziqin could vaguely recognize that there was the essence of Taoism, and it seemed that there was also the essence of Buddhism. And he practiced according to them one by one, without making a choice, and it seemed that he had not thought about choosing at all. This practice actually
It seemed to be a spontaneous act, something out of his control.
Countless contents passed through Ziqin's mind in an instant, but now it only took a blink of an eye.
Just when Li Qiu Shui finished his threatening words, Bai Mei's crazy laughter sounded in the distance.
