Hou Yanqing's knife was very fast. The light of the knife flashed and tore the space apart, almost emitting a sonic boom.
Ye Xiaochuan's eyes widened and he said in surprise: "What a fast knife. Are the two knives in Hou Yanqing's hands a wind magic weapon?"
"You have a good eye, kid. Now you know how powerful the wind magic is. The two swords in that man's hands are wind magic weapons. If he activates them, you may not be faster than him now."
Situ Feng never misses any opportunity to teach Ye Xiaochuan, letting him learn more about how others use wind magic weapons, which will be of great benefit to him in the future to understand the sword intention of the wind.
Hearing Situ Feng say that Hou Yanqing's speed is not inferior to his own, this made someone curl his lips in disdain, a little unconcerned. How could his own bladeless sword be comparable to the double swords in Hou Yanqing's hands?
The shadow's twin swords were shining brightly, and Hou Yanqing's twin swords were spinning. The power and speed were truly terrifying. However, when he spun the twin swords and approached three feet in front of Yun Qiyou, the beautiful sound of the piano suddenly sounded on the ring.
Yun Qiyou was still sitting cross-legged on the ring, with no intention of getting up to challenge. All she could see was that her eight fingers on her hands were flying, and she was strumming the strings quickly.
Just for a moment, the beautiful piano sound was suddenly filled with the chilling meaning of the iron horse. The Zhenzhen sound was like the interweaving of iron and stone, touching people's hearts. The younger disciples with weaker cultivation under the ring actually felt like they were in this Zhenzhen iron sound.
The essence and blood in his body suddenly surged, and his heartbeat began to change suddenly in response to the music.
When Hou Yanqing rushed less than one foot in front of Yun Qiyou, the shining blade almost cut Yun Qiyou. Suddenly, Yun Qiyou's right index finger plucked a piano string, and with a loud sound, an invisible wave of air came from
The string suddenly shot out, and Hou Yanqing, who was rushing toward him, didn't see Yun Qiyou's movements, but suddenly felt an unstoppable force sweeping across from the opposite side.
He was shocked, and crossed his backhand swords in front of him. He heard a bang, and the invisible air wave hit the two swords. The two swords trembled in shock. Hou Yanqing was also hit by the invisible air wave and fell back.
Seven or eight steps.
Hou Yanqing steadied his body, his face changed drastically, and he looked in shock at Yun Qiyou, who was still sitting in front of him playing the piano.
He shouted: "What kind of real Dharma is this?"
Yun Qiyou said calmly: "Cang Yun's true method."
Hou Yanqing was considered a well-informed person and immediately shouted: "Impossible!"
After saying that, the two swords held horizontally turned into a tornado and swept towards Yun Qiyou again.
Yun Qiyou caressed the qin unhurriedly, and some people who are proficient in music have already heard that she is playing the guqin song "Mountains and Flowing Waters". This piece has a unique style, with great changes in tone, sometimes as soft as
The small bridge and flowing water make people feel comfortable, and sometimes it feels like falling from a high mountain, which is surging and exciting.
Seeing Hou Yanqing turning into a tornado with his two swords and sweeping over, everyone clearly felt that the sound of the piano suddenly changed. The water flowing from the small bridge turned into a mountain waterfall. The cracked and mottled Guqin seemed to contain a peerless beast. Suddenly
Unleash unparalleled power.
That force blocked the advance of the tornado. After a moment, Hou Yanqing appeared on the stage with a disgraced face. Before he came on stage, he was already ready to fight Yun Qiyou. The two shadow swords in his hands had once
It was a wind magic weapon passed down from the ancestors of the Righteous Ziwei Sect. When used, it was extremely fast. He was confident that even if he could not defeat Yun Qiyou, he would at least fight to the death of both sides.
However, Yun Qiyou didn't play according to the routine and started playing the guqin. The guqin seemed to have endless power. Even after he attacked several times, he was hit by a huge invisible air wave and was dizzy.
On the jade stone platform, Yu Jizi suddenly stood up from his chair slowly, with a look of surprise and sadness on his face.
At first, Yun Qiyou took out a guqin. He just thought it was strange, but when the sound of the guqin sounded and defeated Hou Yanqing's offensive with invisible sound waves and air waves, he knew where the guqin came from.
"Uncle Yun."
These three words came out of his mouth unconsciously.
As the head of Cangyun, he knew that his uncle Yun Yazi, after reaching the highest level of swordsmanship, got the Demon-Suppressing Guqin by chance and turned to study music.
At this moment, the Demon-Suppressing Guqin is in Yun Qiyou's hand. Doesn't that mean that Uncle Yun has passed away?
Although Yun Yazi has rarely appeared in the past few hundred years, if he hadn't been intimidating the young people, Cangyun Sect would not have had a relatively smooth development period in the past few hundred years.
Thinking that Uncle Yun might have passed away, Yu Jizi felt a chill in his heart.
But he soon realized that Master Yun should still be alive. If Master Yun Yazi passed away, the Wushuang Sword would automatically fly back to Cangyun. Now that the Wushuang Sword has not returned, it means that Master Yun Yazi is not dead.
After thinking about this, Yu Jizi suddenly felt happy.
Master Yun once accepted a disciple in his early years. Unfortunately, within three years, that disciple died. Since then, there has been no successor. As a result, Master Yun took a fancy to Yun Qiyou's qualifications and passed on the mantle to him.
Yun Qiyou, this is definitely a great thing for Cangyun.
The bosses of Zhengmo next to him had strange expressions on their faces when they saw Yu Jizi standing up from his seat in a rude manner just now.
Suddenly, old man Mo Lin said hoarsely: "Suppress the Demon Guqin? Is this girl the descendant of Yun Yazi?"
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding good and evil bosses were all moved.
Tuo Bayu frowned and said, "Yun Yazi? Sword Saint Yun Yazi? Is he not dead yet?"
Yu Jizi came back to his senses, sat back on the chair, and said with a faint smile: "Thanks to Master Tuoba, Uncle Yun is still in the world, but he has a free and easy personality. Now he is traveling in the world of mortals. Maybe Master Tuoba will meet him in the future.
Master Yun, let’s meet and discuss Taoist sword techniques.”
Tuo Bayu's expression changed and he said nothing. Of course he knew that he was not Yun Yazi's opponent.
Elder Mo Lin, the oldest one next to him, sneered: "Hmph, Senior Sword Master's Taoism is indeed very high, and he has reached the realm of immortality. It is said that the sword master has also understood the third level. Back then, Senior Sword Master broke through the Black Rock Mountain with his unparalleled sword.
I came to the temple to challenge the masters of my holy religion, and defeated more than a dozen elders of the holy religion in a row. Unfortunately, my old man Zhu Xin of the holy religion fought with a magic circle and tied with the senior sword master. I didn’t expect that it has been so many years. The sword
Senior Saint is still alive. More than two hundred years ago, I had a chance encounter with Senior Sword Saint in the wilderness. Hey, I am not as good as him. I knew that the Demon-Suppressing Guqin was acquired by him. Unexpectedly, after more than two hundred years,
I saw this qin again, and it fell into the hands of a female doll. Being able to enter the sword master's eyes and pass on his mantle, I think this female doll named Yun Qiyou must be an extraordinary person. In a few decades, only
I'm afraid that no one in my holy religion can suppress this little girl."
