Accompanied by a loud shout, I saw a white-haired old man and an eagle flying into the sky with wings spread. Before his feet fell, the iron sword in his hand was emitting bursts of cold light under the sunlight, and the tip of the sword was already approaching.
Lin Yu's throat went away.
Lin Yu turned around and dodged over. As soon as he stabilized his body, he heard the old man laughing loudly and saying: "Young Master Lin's movement skills are really powerful. He was able to dodge my Dongfang sword without any damage."
Lin Yu knew that this person was Wu Jianxiong, the head of the Qingcheng Sect. The Qingcheng Sect was one of the eight martial arts sects and had a great reputation. However, in the past twenty years, it had only a small population. Without Wu Jianxiong's hard support, it would have been a long time ago.
It has been replaced by other second-rate sect forces that are eyeing him. Wu Jianxiong is now seventy years old, and his only beloved disciple died at the hands of the Demon Sect of the Western Regions more than twenty years ago.
The most important purpose of his coming to Huashan this time is not to participate in the so-called Huashan Sword Dispute to compete for fame and gifts, but to select a young talent for his Qingcheng sect who can take on the great responsibility of Qingcheng's rise and maintain the sect's reputation.
Honor, don't let the founder's hundreds of years of foundation be destroyed in your own hands.
When Lin Yu first appeared on the scene, he was attracted by his sharp sword aura and calm and calm personality. When he fought against Zhou Wusun of the Hengshan Sword Sect just now, he saw it so clearly that he couldn't help but secretly say that he was surprised.
If we get this person, it won't take twenty years for the Qingcheng Sect to gain a firm foothold in the entire Central Plains martial arts world. By then, it will even be able to challenge Taishan Beidou, Shaolin Wudang, and become the largest martial arts sect.
Lin Yu saw that although Wu Jianxiong, the head of Qingcheng, was not a kind-hearted person, the way he looked at him did not contain much murderous intent. Instead, he could vaguely see appreciation.
Seeing this scene, Lin Yu bowed his hands and said, "Senior, you are so complimentary. I hope you will show mercy when we fight later."
Wu Jianxiong stroked his silver-white beard, looked up to the sky and laughed: "Young Master Lin is so humble, Hengshan Sword Sect's unique skill Bafanglai Sword Formation has been defeated by you, today I will let Dongfang Yijian from Qingcheng Sect come and fight with you
The Qingfeng Nine Swords compete with each other.
This Eastern Sword is a superior sword technique that Wu Tianzi, the founder of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, learned while practicing in Bixia Cave in Kunlun Mountain. Because Kunlun Mountain overlooks the east, it is named "Eastern Sword".
When Lin Yu was a child and practiced Baijia Kung Fu with his master Qingfeng, he heard his old man mention Dongfang Yijian. The so-called sword actually has no certain moves. The key lies in the word "hua", which is ever-changing. You can do whatever you want, regardless of the sword technique
Restricted, not within the rules.
When you are in battle, you wave your hand casually. It doesn't seem to use any effort, but it is the supreme swordsmanship. No one in the world can do it. It has four lines of formula. Only people with high qualifications can practice this move. Otherwise, even the poorest man can do it.
Can't figure out why.
When Emperor Wu saw that his disciple Wu Jianxiong had excellent qualifications, it was precisely because of this that he did not even teach it to his own disciples. Instead, he taught it privately to his disciple who was only seventeen years old before he died. Before his death, Emperor Wu
He also asked Wu Jianxiong to practice the sword technique that he was most proud of in his life in front of him. After finishing the sword dance, he left with a smile. It can be seen that Wu Jianxiong had already understood the mystery of Dongfang Yijian at that time.
Now the seventeen-year-old disciple has become the seventy-year-old master. After nearly fifty years of tempering, Dongfang Yijian has evolved to perfection.
Wu Jianxiong looked into Lin Yu's eyes and said with a smile: "Young Master Lin, you have to open your eyes to see clearly." As soon as he finished speaking, the iron sword in his hand was already moving with the wind. With a seemingly easy move, Lin Yu
But he felt an extremely heavy pressure, like a rolling black cloud shrouding his heart, giving him the feeling that he was almost out of breath.
Moreover, the way he swung the sword was extremely slow, but with Lin Yu's eyes that could catch wind and shadows a thousand meters away, his sword shadow was not caught at a distance of less than three feet. This Dongfang sword was just like what Master Qingfeng said.
Same: the blue clouds of Kunlun, the sword from the East, the swordsmanship in the world is hard to beat, even though this sword can traverse the rivers and lakes!
At this time, a breeze blew on his face, and his hair on his temples rose with the wind. Lin Yu gently closed his eyes to feel the rhythm of the wind. The wind came and went, although it didn't bring anything with it, but the dust and smoke disappeared and the white clouds were floating...
After feeling this, Lin Yu suddenly thought that when his master, the old man Qingfeng, taught him the Nine Qingfeng Swords and when he achieved great success in practice, he felt exactly like this.
Thinking of this, after Lin Yu calmed down, the Qingfeng Sword in his hand began to rise subconsciously with the rhythm of the wind. Sometimes white clouds appeared, butterflies danced in the breeze, sometimes tigers descended from the mountain, and dragons roared for nine days...
Seeing Lin Yu being like this, Wu Jianxiong couldn't help but feel happy. He secretly thought that Dongfang Yijian had finally found his successor. Even if I were to die now, I would still be worthy of the care given to me by my ancestor before his death.
Everyone in the audience was confused at this time. The two of them were going back and forth, their sword skills were very slow and light. It didn't look like they were competing with swords, but more like a dancing girl dancing with swords. However, watching
It was such an easy and ordinary sword strike that some real masters broke into cold sweats and secretly said they were surprised. Such sword skills are indeed rare in the world.
About a quarter of an hour later, Lin Yu suddenly opened his eyes as sharp as swords like a tiger waking up from sleep. At the same time, Wu Jianxiong's iron sword was thrust straight at him.
This time, Lin Yu did not dodge, but used the same technique as him, swinging his sword to meet the attack! The speed of both of them seemed to be extremely slow, but the shadows of their swords came over each other like waves.
Bang!
The two long swords clashed violently together, causing sword shadows to spark, and smoke and explosions rolling in around them. The momentum was earth-shattering, shocking everyone present.
After a while, the dust and smoke cleared, and everyone was even more stunned by the scene that appeared in front of them. Wu Jianxiong's iron sword was already leaning across Lin Yu's shoulder, but Lin Yu's Qingfeng Sword had passed through Wu Jianxiong's silver-white beard.
, pointed across his throat, and if he applied a little more force, he would be dead there.
Wu Jianxiong lost, but there was no trace of sadness or frustration on his face. Instead, he smiled happily and said with a calm smile: "I lost!" When he said this, his tone was full of joy.
Lin Yu subconsciously glanced at the iron sword across his shirt from the corner of his eye, and a faint trace of blood began to emerge. He knew very well that he was the one who lost, not Wu Jianxiong. If he hadn't been merciful and deliberately biased
If the sword edge was moved half an inch, I'm afraid that I would have been killed, not just a slight skin injury.
Lin Yu took back the Qingfeng Sword, bowed his hand and said, "Thank you, senior, for showing mercy!"
Wu Jianxiong smiled up to the sky, then faced Lin Yu, lowered his voice and said softly: "Whether you are Dongchang's minion or not, I have taught you Dongfang Yijian. I hope you can carry forward this sword technique. Don't do it."
Let it be lost in the world. If you have time in the future and you don’t understand anything, you can go to Qingcheng Mountain to find me."
Lin Yu responded respectfully: "Thank you for your kindness, senior. If I am lucky enough to leave here alive today, I will go to Qingcheng Mountain to pay my respects."
Wu Jianxiong just looked at him with a smile, without any words. He looked at Lin Yu for a moment, and murmured in praise: "What a rare genius. I hope you can escape this disaster!"
After saying that, without waiting for Lin Yu to answer, he smiled up to the sky, turned around, left the ring, and returned to his seat.
Seeing his calm expression, Taoist Master Sanli shouted loudly: "Master Wu, your Qingcheng Sect's Dongfang Yijian is said to be unparalleled in the world. How could it be defeated by Lin Yu? I think you did it on purpose."
Let’s do it!”
Faced with the provocation from Master Sanli, the disciples of the Qingcheng Sect and the forces of the sects who were friendly with the Qingcheng Sect all stood up one after another. Both sides were at war with each other, and the scene suddenly became tense.
Wu Jianxiong was not angry at all. He just waved his hand gently and asked the Qingcheng sect's disciples to sit down. Then he turned around and smiled at Taoist Sanli and said: "Taoist Sanli, I heard that the seven disciples of your Kongtong sect
Shang Fist is known as the best punch in the world. Since it is the best punch in the world, it will definitely not lose to Lin Yu's Qingfeng Nine Swords. Why don't you go on stage and give it a try, and let us all open our eyes and see your Kongtong sect?
What’s the real power of the Zhenpai’s treasure, the Seven Injury Fist?”
As soon as Wu Jianxiong said this, everyone's attention turned to Taoist Master Sanli. At this time, Taoist Sanli felt like he was riding a tiger and it was hard to get off. It was not like he had never experienced Lin Yu's power. Letting him come to power was just asking for death.
, but if you don’t go, the Kongtong Sect’s reputation will not be maintained in the world from now on.
Just when Taoist Master Sanli didn't know what to do, he caught a glimpse of Lin Yu's bleeding left shoulder from the corner of his eye, and said to himself: A seriously injured tiger is not as ferocious as a dog. I'm afraid of what he will do.
Maybe this is a great opportunity for his Kongtong sect to become famous in one fell swoop, and it may also be a golden opportunity for his Sanli Taoist priest to make a name for himself in the world.
After thinking of this, Taoist Priest Sanli immediately turned his worries into joy and responded loudly: "Okay, since your Qingcheng faction can't deal with Lin Yu, then let me, the Kongtong faction, come and help the entire martial arts forest to eliminate the harm."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took two steps forward and met Lin Yu's eyes that were sharper than swords. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the Qingfeng Sword in his hand. He felt chilled in his heart. He thought of Lin Yu's eyes again.
Ri's performance in the inn, the courage he had just managed to muster up, was immediately like a deflated rubber ball, completely flattened.
At this time, Taoist Master Sanli couldn't help but retreat, and thought to himself: A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and even an injured tiger can eat people. What if Lin Yu finally gets into a fight with a trapped animal and sees himself?
If there is no way to survive, if someone comes up and pulls me back, then the gain will outweigh the loss. I can't go into this battle, but I have said all the big words, and if I say it, even if I throw out the water, I can't take it back.
Now it is neither a matter of fighting nor not fighting, leaving him in a dilemma, not knowing what to do?