Chapter Five Hundred and Sixty-One The Sword Lord Xie Yunlan
In an igloo, the masked third prince sat on an ice chair, glanced outside and said, "Sir, is this really possible?"
"There are no absolutes"
An elegant old man on the left side of the third prince heard the words and cupped his hands. Then he continued with a smile on his face: "Sir, based on the ancient records we obtained, and my calculation based on the changes in the special rules of the entire ruins during this period, the success rate is
It is above 80%, so I ask you not to worry too much, just come on stage at the right time. At that time, as long as you finally stand on the stage, everything will be decided."
They spoke vaguely, but in fact the content was nothing more than whether the Emperor Sword would really appear and its final ownership.
Eighty percent certainty is just a conservative statement, and this probability is actually certain.
Nodding, the third prince said neither sad nor happy: "Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Youlao."
"Young master, what are you talking about? It's our duty to help you solve your problems," the old man said with a chuckle.
After pondering for a while, the third prince said: "The people gathered here now can be called crouching tigers, hidden dragons. As far as we know, the small number are famous and no one can underestimate them."
"So what, everyone here has the same level of cultivation, and they can only bow before the young master." The old man said lightly. That way, he was more confident than the third prince himself.
It is not unreasonable for him to have such confidence. It should be noted that the third prince is the only disciple of Master Huang in Dali. Under Master Huang's careful teaching for many years, even though he is the third prince's staff, he does not know where the third prince is exactly.
Learned something.
As a master from the Myth Realm, how can wisdom and strategy be trivial? Under his ear-to-ear instruction, how could the Third Prince's knowledge be simple, let alone martial arts? It is simply unimaginable that a Myth Realm could teach the Third Prince so much.
What kind of unique skills do you have!
Everyone is at the same level now. The third prince possesses the unique skills taught by Master Huang from the Mythical Realm, as well as the accumulation of royal resources over the years. It is simply unimaginable how powerful he is...
Wearing a mask, he couldn't see the expression of the third prince. His eyes were still calm. He did not continue the topic, but said with expectant interest: "Sir, you said, what finally took shape... Then
What would a sword look like?"
The old man thought about this and shook his head: "Who knows, every grass, every tree, every flower, every tree, even every piece of soil and stone, may become that sword, and the specific shape of that sword doesn't depend on it.
It itself, but the person who ultimately holds the sword, must be the most satisfactory appearance in the heart of the person holding the sword, and it is the reflection of the heart."
"Is that so? If you say this, doesn't it mean that the sword was not just a sword?" The third prince's eyes finally wavered after hearing this, and he pondered.
Nodding, the old gentleman said: "That's natural. Master, you have to understand that a weapon is just a weapon. That sword... is not that it is so magical that it allows the person holding the sword to reach that level, but that the sword wielder can reach that level."
The person who wields the sword determines its meaning. Let’s put it this way, when a person has truly reached that point, anything he recognizes can be that sword, and who dares to refute it?”
"Yes, I understand." The third prince nodded, and then added: "But that is a matter for the future. For now, before the sword appears, it may be a knife.
A stick, a piece of silver, maybe even a hammer, right?"
After thinking for a while, the old man said: "This possibility cannot be ruled out, but in short, it is more likely that the sword was born from a sword weapon, more than 90%. After all, the golden light of the dragon shadow was almost integrated into it at the beginning.
among the swords"
"Well, that is to say, before the sword actually appeared, it might have existed in any form. That's enough," the third prince said calmly.
Next, his eyes were not limited to the people holding swords outside. Perhaps because the appearance of the igloo was at the beginning of the cloud scene, his eyes couldn't help but take another look, but that was all...
…
At this time, Song Mingdao, who was cross-legged and with his eyes closed, had some words that his master said before his death echoing in his mind.
"The dragon appears and hides. The dragon appears in the light and the dragon hides in the dark. The one who can truly be unrivaled is the real dragon. The same is true for the Emperor's Sword."
This sentence flashed through his mind, and he had a clear understanding.
"I have paid so much at Burial Sword Mountain, but I have only tried every means to determine the birthplace of the Emperor's Sword here. And what I opened before was only the Dragon Revealing part, and the Hidden Dragon has already been arranged. One life and one darkness
Complementing each other, whether it is a manifested dragon or a hidden dragon, it is the real dragon that can finally achieve the Emperor's Sword. In the final analysis, it is people who achieve the Emperor's Sword, not the Emperor's Sword who achieves the people. At the same time, it can also be said that it is picking people.
Rather than people picking it, there is no contradiction.”
Whispering in his heart, he caressed the inferior long sword on his knees. He had reached this point and there was nothing to hesitate about. Can it transform into the Emperor's Sword? If so, it would not be that it gave him the qualification to rule the world, but that it was his destiny.
Return and awaken the Emperor's Sword in your own hands.
If it fails, there is still a way to go. By assisting the real emperor, we can still restore the glory of Buried Sword Mountain, and even go further!
The dragon is visible and hidden, and the same is true for the Emperor's Sword. The sword with the golden light of the dragon shadow is only the visible part, and the hidden part is unknown. It may be a piece of rotten wood, it may be a piece of grass, it may be
It's a living thing, maybe a stone...
In short, no matter whether it is visible or hidden, it can be said that anything in this area may eventually become the Emperor's Sword, and the final sword is the only one!
Soon, the answer will be revealed soon.
When Yun Jing had almost perfected the gaps in the igloo, You Xiao came up from the mountain carrying a lot of things, including firewood, prey, and some homemade items, which were obviously done with care.
After meeting Yunjing, he turned east-west and couldn't help but said: "In order to prepare these things, I spent a lot of effort. I went down the mountain specifically and trimmed two thick bearskins. I guess
We have to spend the night here today so that we can be covered and comfortable then."
"The relationship is so good, have you prepared the fire dumplings? Anyway, it's okay. Let's cook the fire and get something to eat." Yunjing took a look at the things he brought and smiled.
Taking out the prepared fire folder from his arms, You Xiao said: "Of course I'm prepared. My cultivation here is restricted. It's not easy to make a fire. How could I forget this kind of thing? I'll make a fire...", said
At this point, he looked at Yun Jing and said tangledly: "Everything else is easy to talk about. Anyway, I'll leave it to you. I don't know how to make food. It's almost like poison."
"This is simple. You saw my skills a few days ago. Leave it to me. The seasonings... you actually prepared the seasonings. Where did you get them? Forget it, I'm too lazy to ask. We'll have barbecue later. It's not bad. This
You have already skinned and washed the fat deer, which saves you a lot of trouble." Yunjing looked through the things he brought and said, and he had to admit that You Xiao was very careful in his work.
Smiling, You Xiao said: "Then I'll wait to start eating." Then he suddenly noticed some strange eyes looking here, and curiously asked: "Brother Sledgehammer, did something happen when I left? What happened? Why do those people look at us like this?"
"Don't worry about them. It's nothing. It's just that after you left, some people saw that our igloo was built and wanted to occupy the magpie's nest for free. I kicked one of them away, and that's it." Yunjing was busy while thinking. I think it means the way.
Slightly speechless, You smiled and said: "Others have come to bully me, so naturally there is nothing to be polite about. Although I agree with your approach, Brother Dahamui, I still think it is best to try to be gentle. What do you think? Please note that we After today, you have to think about tomorrow.”
"I'm a very reasonable person. It's not like you don't know. If others don't go too far, it doesn't matter to me. Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion. There is a saying in my hometown that when guests come, they will be given food and drinks, but when the wolf comes, they will be given sticks. I I have always adhered to this principle of doing things." Yunjing chatted while applying seasoning to the venison.
You Xiao was not too entangled in this question. Instead, he asked curiously: "What, brother Sledgehammer, we have only known each other for a day or two. You haven't told me about your situation. Where is your hometown? That sentence I Why haven’t you heard of it?”
"North, Xieyang City, you should know about it. Of course, I don't live in the city. I live in a remote place in the countryside. You wouldn't know even if I told you." Yunjing opened his mouth.
From now on, he probably won't show his identity as Wang Dachui anymore, so there is no need to make up an exact identity. As for You Xiao going to look for this kind of problem in the future, he didn't think much about it. It's a long way to go when they separate. Goodbye...
While chatting, a warm bonfire was lit in their igloo, and soon the smell of meat wafted out, which made the people watching around speechless. Are you here for fun? Everyone is hungry and cold. Waiting for the result of the so-called Battle of Ten Thousand Swords to be announced, you should estimate how everyone feels.
I have to say that they are indeed an eyesore like this, but considering Yunjing's ability to kick people away, I thought about it and let it go. No one will come to cause trouble for the time being, but after this is over and everyone has recovered, they will You can 'remind' them not to be too high-profile...
Time passed little by little, and when it was getting dark, Yunjing and the others were enjoying the barbecue, and they were just about to have some drinks. However, Yunjing and the others were a little bored, because they had been here for so long and they couldn't even be lively. Didn't see it.
This is normal. After all, they came at the wrong time. There have been too many duels in the arena in the past few days. At the moment, those who should be eliminated have almost been eliminated, and the truly powerful characters are still standing still.
As a result, Xie Yunlan was always blowing cold wind in the ring, which gave people a desolate feeling.
Yunjing felt that there was something wrong with the other party. If no one challenged you, just come down. Who wouldn't recognize your identity as the challenger? If someone challenges you, just go up. If you insist on being there with a concave shape and blowing cold wind, this is not a disease.
As a result, Yunjing and the others had eaten and drank enough, it was completely dark, and they didn't see the excitement they wanted to see, which was a disappointment...
It gets even colder on the mountain top at night, and the howling cold wind is like the howling of ghosts and wolves, but the cloud scenery and the others are very comfortable. There are igloos, bonfires, and warm bearskins that provide shelter from the wind, so they can still live well in this harsh environment.
Since there is no excitement to watch, just go to sleep.
The wind on the mountain is very strong and the wind noise is also very loud. When everyone's cultivation is restricted, in such an environment, it is difficult to hear any movement from dozens of meters away.
In this place, especially at this critical moment, who can sleep peacefully? You Xiao couldn't sleep anyway. Late at night, he couldn't sleep and said again and again: "Brother Sledgehammer, are you asleep?"
"...Don't make any noise. You have asked this question eight hundred times. I'm asleep and can't hear you." Yun Jing said speechlessly.
"You can still hear me when you're asleep?"
Gu Yun
"..." Yunjing ignored him.
After a while, he suddenly lowered his voice and said: "Brother Sledgehammer, did you hear any noise? It seems that someone took action at night. I heard fighting and screaming."
"The wind is so strong that I can't hear it. Besides, you don't care about others. As long as you don't provoke us, just pretend it didn't happen. In the world of martial arts, it's nothing more than fighting and killing. This kind of thing can't be avoided."
Yun Jing closed his eyes and said calmly.
After pondering for a moment, You Xiao said: "Yes, this kind of thing is inevitable. I don't know how many people will be able to open their eyes tomorrow morning..."
“zzzZZZ……”
Yunjing didn't answer, simply pretending to be asleep, but using his mind power to observe what was happening on the top of the mountain at night.
In the darkness, a small group of people gathered on the mountain were acting, sneak attacks, assassinations, and fights. It was called chaos.
Yunjing didn't turn a blind eye to this kind of thing. He saved some people who didn't deserve to die. As for those guys whose hands were stained with blood, who cares whether they should die? The people he saved survived inexplicably.
, he was 'sent' down the mountain by Yun Jing, and he didn't even understand what was going on.
But after all, these kind of saved people are in the minority. We must know that people in the world are wandering in the gray area. How many good people can there really be? It may be unjust to behead one by one, but beheading one every other person will definitely slip through the net...
Unknowingly, it was dawn, and the mountain returned to normal again. The fighting on the mountain last night seemed to have never happened before, but judging from some vague traces of fighting and blood stains, it was clear how dangerous last night was for many people!
The top of the mountain is above the clouds. You can see the rising sun immediately after dawn, the blue sky, and a red sun rising slowly on the horizon.
When Yunjing got up, he found that Xie Yunlan was still standing there in the ring, his hair was covered with ice crystals, and his clothes were almost frozen into iron plates.
Why bother...
At the beginning of a new day, the number of people on the top of the mountain did not decrease because of the fighting last night. On the contrary, there were more and more people. It is estimated that people realized that the last moment was coming, so many people who were originally below the top of the mountain.
Everyone arrived at the top of the mountain early in the morning, and the number of people has doubled!
Under the observation of Yunjing's telepathy, the scope of the special rules of the entire Burial Sword Mountain ruins has been reduced to the main peak that day, and is still shrinking further. If it continues at this speed, around noon, the scope will almost only be the arena area on the top of the mountain.
Got it!
When it was bright and people had gathered, Xie Yunlan suddenly opened his eyes in the ring, his whole body was shaken, and the ice crystals condensed on his body shattered into debris and flew away in the wind.
He glanced around with serious eyes, knowing that the real challenge was coming. Whether he could hold on to the ring and finally stand on it and get the chance would depend on his own ability.
At this time, Yunjing noticed that the third prince also walked out of the igloo and headed towards the ring. Even Song Mingdao got up and walked over...
Looking at the rising sun on the horizon, Yun Jing couldn't say anything unexpected. His trip to Burial Sword Mountain would probably end today. After being delayed for so many days, he didn't know how his family was doing.
"It looks like there's going to be a fight between dragons and tigers next," You Xiao said in a solemn voice, standing next to Yun Jing and looking in the direction of the ring.
Yun Jing gave him a strange look and said speechlessly: "No, you are not planning to go on stage. I have nothing to do with you. Why are you so excited?"
"I'm not excited, okay, I'm just worried about the others. After all, I probably can't help myself when I get on the ring," You Xiao said tangledly.
In this regard, Yun Jing said: "Everyone is responsible for any decision he makes. Anyone who comes to power has already thought about the consequences since he has the courage."
Hearing this, Youxiao suddenly turned back to look at Yun Jing, looking him up and down without saying anything.
Yun Jing said in shock: "What do you think I'm doing?"
"It's nothing, I just suddenly felt that Brother Sledgehammer, you and the friend I met seemed to say exactly the same thing. He also said the same thing to me at the beginning. If it weren't for the fact that you two have completely different personalities and looks, I would have doubted whether you were
He's pretending," You Xiao continued to look at Yun Jing and muttered.
Yun Jingxin said that you really wanted to have this intuition, and you guessed it right, but I would not admit it, so she laughed and said, "Really? What did you brag about that friend of yours before?
It turns out that I'm very similar to him, so what, look over there, it's starting, someone can't help but stand up and challenge Xie Yunlan."
Youxiaohui was diverted.
On the other side of the ring, Xie Yunlan stood above and glanced around. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a young man in gray clothes and holding a sword walked out of the crowd, walked towards the ring step by step and said: "Everyone knows the purpose of coming here, and I also yearn for this opportunity."
, since you are not willing to be the first to stand up, then this junior will be disrespectful. If you are lucky enough to be able to stand on the ring, please give me your advice. If you don’t have the ability to stand on it, please don’t laugh..."
When he finished speaking, he was already standing on the ring under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes. He looked at Xie Yunlan and cupped his hands and said: "Junior Chao Qingfeng has been practicing swordsmanship for twenty years and is a nobody. Please give me your guidance, senior Xie."
Upon hearing the young man's self-introduction, many people had never heard of him at all, but he was just hanging out in the world, and no one knew him. Some people whispered that he had an innate intermediate level of cultivation, and was somewhat famous.
But no matter what, since he dares to be the first to stand up, he is still very confident in his swordsmanship. After all, everyone has the same cultivation level now. The comparison is not about cultivation level, but basic physique and martial arts moves.
Regarding Chao Qingfeng's challenge, Xie Yunlan watched him calmly, reached out and grabbed the hilt of the long sword stuck on the side, nodded and said calmly: "The sword on the ring has no eyes, please."
"I'm offended!" Chao Qingfeng narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice. He immediately reached out and drew his sword. With the crisp sound of the sword, he followed the sword and walked quickly towards Xie Yunlan.
His steps are short and quick, and anyone with a bit of discernment can see many changes between the steps. The sword in his hand is also very stable, and it does not move at all even in a strong wind.
It can be said that swordsmanship has entered the palace.
Under the condition of limited cultivation, without those flashy edges, everyone's true ability is fully revealed at this time.
Facing Chao Qingfeng's swift sword, Xie Yunlan's eyes were always calm. With his eyes, he could even analyze the various changes after that sword in an instant. Once the sword was not handled properly, there would be a violent wind.
A continuous offensive like a shower!
They were hundreds of meters apart, and even without the blessing of cultivation, they were close within two breaths.
Facing the sword that was stabbing him so close, Xie Yunlan raised his hand and swung the sword almost instinctively. His movements were natural and without a trace of fireworks. The moment he swung the sword, he turned slightly sideways. In the blink of an eye, Chao Qingfeng passed him by, and then stood up.
The movement quota was more than ten meters behind him.
"Senior is such a master of swordsmanship. This junior did not lose unjustly. I have no regrets seeing such swordsmanship." Chao Qingfeng, who kept his movements frozen, said these words, and then his neck cracked with a pop, blood spurted out, and his head
It fell from the neck, rolled around a few times, and closed its eyes peacefully.
Xie Yunlan, who had his back to Chao Qingfeng's corpse, didn't even move. He sheathed his sword lightly, put the long sword in his hand vertically behind his back and said calmly: "Cheng Rong."
After just one meeting, Xie Yunlan killed the first person of the day with his sword.
Regarding this situation, people did not show any surprise. They seemed to have expected it. After all, his ability to stand in the ring represents his strength. It should be noted that this is not the first time that a similar scene has been staged in the past few days.
People sigh with emotion, he is worthy of the name of Xie Yunlan, Lord of the Life-Destroying Sword. The sword that kills people really does not deserve the wrong nickname. Even if his cultivation is suppressed, he still lives up to the four words of the Lord of the Life-Destroying Sword!
No one takes a second look at the loser. People are looking forward to who the next challenger will be.
Xie Yunlan is not in a hurry, he even wishes that no one would come on stage again, so that he can finally stand on the stage and get the final chance to become the biggest winner, but is that possible?
After less than a cup of tea, another challenger stood up. It was a swordsman in sackcloth with white hair. He jumped directly onto the stage, moving like a spiritual ape, waving a gray long sword.
The sharp trajectory of his debut was directed at Xie Yunlan, and he said: "Xie Yunlan, the deadly sword master, is so ruthless. I'm here to meet you!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already approached Xie Yunlan, and the gray long sword swung out a series of afterimages, covering many of Xie Yunlan's fatal wounds.
Xie Yunlan did not refuse anyone who came, and swung a sword from bottom to top with his backhand. The sword was like a white colt passing through, as if the wind had been torn apart silently.
There was just a "ding" sound, and the old man who came on stage flew back, landed more than ten meters away and stood still, lowering his head slightly. Only half of the sword was left in his hand.
"Master of the Deadly Sword, good...good...", he murmured to himself, but before he could finish his words, a red mark appeared from the center of his eyebrows to his chin, and the blood was quickly frozen by the cold wind, and his whole body became numb.
He fell straight down.
Gently retracting the long sword, Xie Yunlan said: "Yunshan Ape Guest, it is said that the swordsmanship is learned from the apes. It is really extraordinary. It is a pity that they blindly pursue agility and change and ignore that humans and apes are different. If you practice another one,
If the ape-like body skills are matched with it, the sword skills will definitely be improved to a higher level, admit it!"
The other party was destined to be unable to hear his words, and he still killed the challenger with one sword. Xie Yunlan once again proved his strength with practical actions, and had the qualifications to stand on the ring and become the champion for many days.
