Even though the entrance to the west city is very close to the wine shop, surprisingly no one pays attention to the movements happening there.
The guests in the wine shop had all stood up and gathered in groups, surrounding Xiao Wanfeng and the three members of the Cheng family.
It's like a circle is circled.
"superior!"
After careful consideration, Cheng Xie issued the order.
No one wants to be the one who stands out and is afraid of Xuan Cang's sharpness, but he, Cheng Xie, is not afraid.
This divine sword fell on Xiao Wanfeng, and no one dared to take it.
When it falls into the hands of Cheng Xie later, will these cowards dare to take it?
If they dare to do this, will they still dare when Cheng Xie calls out the Half-Saint again?
Just as the Eighth Sword Immortal said: "Anyone who fears me will stay away, and anyone who wants to fight me will accompany me."
Only with absolute self-confidence can one move forward on the road of ancient swordsmanship - Cheng Jie, as a cultivator of ancient swordsmanship, understands this truth better than anyone else.
He was determined to be the first person today.
Not only did he have to take it, he also wanted to beat him to the point where everyone in the audience would retreat and not dare to challenge his Cheng family's edge.
"Do it!"
The two Taixu, who had received the Young Master's order, had no intention of retreating.
The dividing line on the ground cut by Xiao Wanfeng was just a joke in the eyes of the two of them at this moment.
If he was really powerful, the sword just struck him not on the ground, but on one of the two of them.
Those who pretend to be gods and ghosts must be strong on the outside and strong on the inside.
The Cheng family doesn't do much bullying, but it does a lot.
This time, for the sake of Divine Sword Xuan Cang, what's the harm in losing face in front of everyone in Fusang?
"Daluo Yunzhi!"
The two Taixu jumped across the dividing line and flew into the air. The power of Taixu roared and formed a gray-white giant statue behind them.
The giant statue shot from the hole in the sky with one finger, and the wind and clouds rolled around, shaking the sky and the earth. The aftermath of its force has spread all over the wine shop, and the earth suddenly collapsed.
"Xiao Sheng Zhi Ye!"
The other Taixu was suspended in the air, with white leaves flying around his waist. He pinched one with his fingers and swung it coldly.
The roaring leaves came through the air, and the area thousands of miles away was instantly silent, and everyone lost their hearing.
In the field of vision, the white blades like flying blades circled and magnified, seeming to cut through the souls and wills of everyone in the audience.
"The Cheng family invited Taixu, he is very targeted."
On the outside, Alchemy Saint Lu Shi and Ling Ling Feng Sheng did not know much about ancient sword cultivators, but they knew a lot about Ling Ling Taixu.
One move of Da Luo Yun refers to killing the physical body, and one move of Xiao Sheng Zhi Ye mainly targets the spiritual mind, let alone Xiao Wanfeng, a mere young man.
Even if it were Taixu, if he didn't study the three paths of body, spirit, and mind at the same time, he would have been taken advantage of somewhere.
——But how many people are there in this world who have access to all three realms of body, soul, and mind?
Of course Xiao Wanfeng couldn't cope with it!
At that time, somewhere in the three paths of body, spirit and mind, a flaw will be exposed, and what will be ushered in will be a storm attack from the two Taixu.
First tear open the wound, then sprinkle salt on the wound, continue to sprinkle salt, sprinkle salt wildly - just grab a flaw, and you can kill the person to death!
"It's just that it's shameful to rely on the old and bully the young, huh!"
The Soldier Saint Tie Dameng was a rough man and could not bear to see two old men targeting a young man.
What's more, I can't stand the fact that the Cheng family, a prestigious family of ancient sword cultivators, only wants to seize the sword, but they don't use the ancient rituals of ancient sword cultivators to fight for the Dao in a fair fight.
On the contrary, they resorted to shameless tactics of siege!
Lu Shiyu shook his head slightly, his eyes locked on the three-foot long sword in the young man's hand:
"Everyone is afraid of capsizing in the gutter. That's the divine sword Xuan Cang. Once the thousand-year-old golden dragon of luck comes out, not to mention Taixu, even a half-saint will have to avoid the edge temporarily."
"But that's Rao Yaoyao's Luck Golden Dragon!" Tie Dameng disagreed, "Even if Xiao Wanfeng can use it, how much strength will he have left? There's no way he can win!"
Lu Shiyu glanced at him, wondering for a moment what Tie Dameng meant, and said amusedly: "It is precisely because of fear that the Cheng family Taixu took full action, right?"
Tie Dameng cannot speak and cannot express his feelings.
He was just a theatergoer. He immediately rolled his eyes and didn't bother to say more: "I can't see it anyway. I will take action at the critical moment!"
Lu Shiyu ignored him and pointed at the battlefield below, looking forward to it:
"It's moving."
…
Xiao Wanfeng moved.
When the two great voids broke through the sky, he had not moved yet.
When the two Taixu crossed the dividing line, his hands tightened, Xuan Cang's sword turned over, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows became cold, and fighting spirit broke out.
"Xuan Cang, open!"
The sword roared, and Xuan Cang spit out three feet of glowing light.
Xiao Wanfeng has changed into a different person, from the state of concealing the sword, which is as gentle as jade and has no edges, to becoming sharp and sharp, like a sword unsheathed.
He took one step forward.
"boom!"
The wind and snow are stirring, and the sword is high-spirited.
Cheng Xie glanced at it and almost couldn't help laughing, "The acquired sword intention?"
The acquired sword intention, the sword sounds for a mile.
This is what laymen use to judge the level of ancient sword cultivation.
Of course Cheng Xie has no need for it. He who is on the throne of swordsmanship has already developed a pair of discerning eyes.
Everyone in the wine shop also made noises, thinking it was a big deal, but it turned out that he had held in a big fart.
But soon, the smiles on everyone's faces solidified.
Xiao Wanfeng's sword intent was rising all over his body, but it was just the beginning. Soon the sound of the sword could be heard for ten miles, and Fu Sang moved slightly.
"Ten Miles Sword Cry, Innate Sword Intent!"
This is a bit surprising. A mortal boy in his teens has developed innate sword intent?
But in front of Taixu, the innate sword intention is useless!
"etc!"
Haven’t stopped yet!
In an instant, around Fusang Winery, everyone's spiritual swords trembled, their famous swords were frightened, and everyone flew into the air, already intending to return to the court.
"Ten thousand swords return to the sect, the master's sword intention?"
Xiao Wanfeng said "open" and revealed the master's sword intention from a mortal body?
The four sons of the Sword Burial Tomb came from a distance.
Everyone paid attention to the only girl among the four, Gu Qingsi, who was about the same age as Xiao Wanfeng.
Gu Qingsi and Shou Ye were both born in Tiansang Ling Palace, and they were equally astonishing and talented.
Half a year ago, she was also the Grandmaster of Sword Intent, but she had inherited her masters from the Su family, a family of ancient sword cultivators, to the Spirit Sword Cultivator Qixiu, and to the Sword Tomb Wen Ting.
She was enlightened in the way of swordsmanship and had someone to guide her from beginning to end.
Xiao Wanfeng is a wild man. At such an age, can he cultivate the same level of swordsmanship as a master?
Gu Qing could clearly sense that Xiao Wanfeng was more than that. He turned to look at Su Qianqian and chuckled: "I'm afraid I'm not weaker than you anymore."
Su Qianqian nodded, knowing that the senior brother took into account her feelings and said without hesitation: "It's more than that."
Gu Qing'er looked solemn, but he didn't think much about it.
"Too much more."
"Too much more."
Lu Shiyu had a look of surprise on his face when he saw that his sword intent was still rising.
He has never eaten pork, but has always seen pigs running away. He glanced at Tie Dameng and said, "Maybe you don't need to take action."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Wanfeng's black hair was flying, and his sword intent soared into the sky, no longer restrained.
"Click!"
The ground all over his body cracked, shattered by the force of the sword.
A sharp-eyed person glanced at it and found that what was broken was a large circle about ten feet long. The cracks inside were not scattered, but seemed to be patterned with complicated and orderly principles in the chaos.
What is this?
Cheng Xie also noticed the cracked circle of the sword at Xiao Wanfeng's feet. At this time, he could no longer laugh out loud and had a look of horror on his face.
"The Secret Formation of Sword Dao?"
Specious and ambiguous.
If we say that Master Shou's secret formation of swordsmanship is made of Tao, it is extremely bright and magnificent.
What was under Xiao Wanfeng's feet was like a firefly to the bright moon, insignificant.
It is a crack in the physical form, only about a foot in diameter, without even a trace of Taoist charm.
But, is it really not the case?
The rhyme of the Tao was not formed by the cracks in the ground, but formed around Xiao Wanfeng's body. At this time, Xiao Wanfeng's sword intent suddenly shook the sky without any hindrance.
"Kendo Throne!"
People around the wine shop made a sound of horror.
Xuan Cang's choice was right. This sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was extremely talented and had already reached the throne of swordsmanship!
What is "Kendo Throne"?
The lower limit of the Kendo Throne is barely open, and it can be killed by the Sword Sect beyond the rank.
The upper limit is the Seven Sword Immortals, who are qualified to participate in the competition, win the name of the ancient and the modern, and be respected by the five regions.
If it exceeds the upper limit, the sword can open a mysterious door, kill a semi-saint with force, shake the holy emperor, or conquer the ancestral gods.
Shouye, to put it bluntly, is also the throne of swordsmanship!
Shouye's fierce sword is recognized by the Four Swords, and Xiao Wanfeng's divine sword Xuan Cang is recognized. Maybe these two can keep pace with each other?
"What a joke!"
Thinking of this, everyone's faces turned green.
Xiao Wanfeng may have some strength, but he is definitely not at the level of a "monster".
His swordsmanship throne has limited his qualifications as a candidate for the Seven Swordsmen. He may not even be a candidate, after all, he is unknown.
"Right..."
When I think of fame, I think of the Seven Swordsmen.
Everyone hurriedly looked at Gu Qing'er who was buried in the sword tomb. This was a serious leader of the new generation of ancient sword cultivators.
Gu Qing'er's face turned serious, but only for a moment.
When he noticed the eyes coming towards him, he nodded slightly, showing the high-ranking person's approval of the lower-ranking person, expressing his slight recognition of Xiao Wanfeng's strength.
——The only thing missing is the old-fashioned beard stroking, but it's a pity that Gu Qinger's beard is clean shaven.
"call……"
Everyone let out a long sigh and came to the conclusion:
Xiao Wanfeng has something, but not much.
…
"Is it really not much?"
The feelings of outsiders are outsiders.
The two Taixu watched helplessly as Xiao Wanfeng rose from a mortal to the kendo throne in an instant, rivaling the young master Cheng Xie.
When it comes to pressure, there is no such thing as no pressure!
No one in this world knows that there is no upper limit to ancient sword cultivation, not to mention that the sword in this man’s hand is named Xuan Cang!
"You hate me too!"
Taixu's attack was already at an extremely high speed, but Xiao Wanfeng was a little slow in opening his sword. When he faced him, he hid the sword and unsheathed it.
This slight difference made the two elders feel uncomfortable.
But after knowing that this boy was extraordinary, he wanted to increase the intensity of his attack, but a calm voice came from the ears of the two elders:
"Heart Sword Art·Heart Lake."
Xiao Wanfeng ordered the sword not to cut, but instead hung it in front of his chest and stabbed gently.
Wow!
Sword waves rippled across the ground, lifting their weight as lightly as they could, quietly encompassing everyone around them.
The expressions of the two elders, Taixu, changed and they were already panicking.
The scene in front of them changed. It was no longer Fusang City, no longer a wine shop, but on a clear lake.
No sky, no earth, no flowers, no grass.
Everything in this world has been erased, and the two elders stand on the lake. Except for this inner lake, there is nothing else.
They can move if they want, but they can't get out.
They attack, causing waves in the lake of mind, but the waves disappear, with no effect.
The two elders looked at each other, and each saw the panic in the other's eyes: It's over, this boy's spiritual practice is better than mine!
"This is……"
Dan Sheng Lu Shiyu looked shocked.
He was also brought into the heart of the lake. He could no longer see the various scenes in Fusang, but he was still standing on the waves of the lake.
But unlike the two elders Taixu in the battle situation, he could see other people, he could see Tie Dameng, Shangfeng Taoist, and he could see many spectators in the wine shop.
——There is no Xiao Wanfeng!
"What is it, why did I come in? Illusion swordsmanship?"
Tie Da was frightened, and ripples appeared under his feet. But as soon as the ripples appeared, they disappeared, and his power seemed to be swallowed up by the lake in his heart.
The spectators in the wine shop were also panicked, with anxious expressions on their faces:
"Oh my God, what kind of mental swordsmanship has such an image?"
"I'm just a fucking spectator. Why don't you bring me in? I don't want to die!"
"Look, the Alchemy Saint, the Weapon Saint, and the Formation Saint are also here. The Half-Saints have all been brought in. Xiao Wanfeng wants to kill the Saint?"
"The Cheng family is too weak and can't move. What's going on?"
The heart lake rippled frequently, and in the sound of discussion, waves rose everywhere, but soon all the waves disappeared, and the heart lake swallowed them all.
The two Taixu in the battle are like puppets on strings, as if they are in another inner lake world.
They may have some actions or performances, but what they show in the hearts of the spectators is just "nothing" - nothing!
"Is this the Heart Sword Technique?"
Su Qianqian entered the sword tomb late, and had only practiced for half a year. She had never seen such mental sword skills before, so she immediately turned to look at her third senior brother.
She only knows that there are two realms of swordsmanship in the mind: the realm of gods and Buddhas, and the realm of prajna.
Xiao Wanfeng has never used the Heart Sword Technique.
His mental swordsmanship does not seem to be in these two realms, is it a different approach?
The third senior brother looked at the second senior brother.
The second senior brother looked at the first senior brother.
Senior Brother Gu Qing looked serious and whispered: "The ancient swordsmanship is divided into nine swordsmanship, eighteen swordsmanship, and three thousand swordsmanship."
Gu Qing, who was buried in the sword tomb, spoke out one by one, and everyone in the audience looked at him, including the half-sage and Cheng Xie, who came from a family of ancient sword cultivators but was also confused about this sword.
"Three Thousand Kendo is the cornerstone, which is the 'sand' that gathers together to form a tower. If you feel good about practicing Three Thousand Kendo, you can advance to the path to practice skills and choose to practice sword style."
"In the Eighteen Swordsmanship, there are two unique techniques of swordsmanship in the mind: gods and Buddhas under the eyes, and prajna. By understanding these two, one can further cultivate the mind, enter the Tao with the heart, open up the mysteries with the sword, and call the gods and ancestors."
"The word "dao" of Kendo is one, sword style is two, and the "way of the heart" of the heart swordsmanship is to see whether the mountain is a mountain, whether the mountain is a mountain, whether it is the mountain or the back of the mountain, and return to the true nature of the "three" - this is
It’s the real ‘ancient kendo’.”
Speaking of this, Gu Qing gave a hesitant voice and was a little in disbelief:
"Master said that because it is difficult to directly practice the 'Way of the Heart', the Eighteen Swordsmanship and the Three Thousand Swordsmanship were developed to facilitate the practice of ancient swordsmanship."
"This is as difficult as cultivating the spiritual path, so first master the power of innate attributes, first master spiritual skills, and holy martial arts, and then you can become a god and an ancestor."
"But if there are those who are amazingly talented, they can completely skip this step, skip the path of 'entering the Tao with skills, and enter the Tao with skills', and directly enter the Tao with the heart."
"Xiao Wanfeng is taking the third step, which is to return to nature."
Everyone was confused after hearing this, but the ancient sword cultivator Cheng Xie's feet made waves and water exploded, and he almost fell into the lake of his heart.
Su Qianqian also had ripples all over her body, and asked in shock: "He doesn't practice swordsmanship or sword style, but only swordsmanship?"
Gu Qing shook his head: "I must have practiced it, but when I reach the level where I can directly use the Heart Sword Technique, auxiliary means such as Kendo and Sword Style are no longer needed."
As soon as these words came out, an uproar erupted at the feet of everyone in the audience.
Even Alchemy Saint Lu Shihe, Soldier Saint Tie Dameng and others understood that Xiao Wanfeng was on the third floor, and this young man was so terrifying!
The heart lake makes waves.
The waves are gone.
It was only at this moment that Xiao Wanfeng appeared on the battlefield above the Heart Lake. Facing the two Taixu who were under the control of the Heart Lake, he did not draw his sword.
Instead, Xuan Cang was slowly sheathed.
"Heart Sword Art·Guilan."
Wow!
The inner lake image disappears.
Everyone seemed to have returned from a dreamland, back to Fusang, and back to the surroundings of the wine shop.
However, he saw the two Taixu freeze in mid-air. The previous offensive was extinguished due to a loss of concentration. Their respective orifices were bleeding, which was obviously the backlash of the out-of-control spiritual skills.
The two elders' eyes were dull, their minds were completely lost, and their spiritual energy seemed to have been taken away by others, and they went to...
Everyone turned their heads and looked at Xiao Wanfeng.
Xiao Wanfeng held the scabbard on his waist, Xuan Cang was hidden deep in the scabbard. It looked like the wind was light and the clouds were calm, but in fact his hands and feet were trembling.
But he wasn't trembling because he was panicked or nervous!
But because Xuan Cang was returned to the scabbard at this time, Xuan Cang was not the only one in the scabbard, but there was also a terrifying power that moved people, and it seemed to have the power of a semi-saint!
"Gui Lan..."
Some people thought of the ripples that appeared and disappeared in the lake of their hearts just now.
Su Qianqian looked at the senior brother, Gu Qing nodded, and said thoughtfully: "He has hidden the 'mood waves' of everyone in the lake just now, including the half-saint..."
Is this the art of the sword?
Cheng Xie has realized that something is wrong. Does this also include hidden sword skills?
He guessed it right!
Xiao Wanfeng knows more than just swordsmanship.
But what kind of hidden swordsmanship can hide the inner turmoil of a half-saint and turn the invisible power into something tangible? This also involves no swordsmanship and no sword style, right?
What kind of swordsmanship can forcibly steal the power of the inner lake from others? This also involves the swordsmanship of love and the world of mortals, right?
"This Xiao Wanfeng..."
Cheng Xie's face turned pale and his lips trembled.
Xiao Wanfeng seemed to know more than he thought, and all he used were ancient sword skills that he had never seen before!
"not good!"
He suddenly realized something and shouted loudly: "Cheng Zhong! Cheng Qi! Wake up quickly!"
With this high-pitched cry, the two elders woke up in the air as if they were dreaming, their bodies trembled, and their eyes regained their aura.
But it hasn't moved yet.
Xiao Wanfeng closed his eyes in a deep voice, and there were whispers in his heart from all around:
"The smooth waves are like a mirror, and the rays of light are like practice."
"A startling rainbow spits out, and the moonlight drifts away."
The inner lake reappears, trapping everyone, and disappears again.
"The unsheathed sword·Xin Hong!"
Everyone's hearts and minds were trembling, and all they could feel was a blur of flowers in front of their eyes.
Xiao Wanfeng had already drawn his sword and slashed twice in succession. The sword slashed at the two Taixu who looked horrified in mid-air.
歘!歘!
The holy rainbow flew overhead and passed through the clouds, breaking through the lake in the hearts of the two elders Taixu. Like ghosts, it snatched away all the auras from their eyes and turned them into drifting moonlight, reflecting the snowflakes, and scattered in the air.
Bang! Bang!
The two elders fell to the ground, sending smoke and dust all over the ground.
It is clear that the body is complete and not missing a single bit, but it is like a lost zombie with no life left.