Chapter 101 The Sword Blows and the Autumn Wind Blows, How Desolate the World Is
When Gu Yusheng came back to the martial arts arena to watch the battle, Zhuang Qi on Kun's ring was already waiting.
He still carried the cyan sword box on his back, but unlike before, he also had a black iron sword on his waist.
When Zhuqing walked slowly onto the ring, her emotions had not yet completely calmed down.
The elders on the ring noticed that Zhu Qing was out of control, but blamed him inexplicably: "Zhu Qing, as a direct disciple of the head of the Qingyun Sect, you are the senior brother of all the disciples. How can you be late for such an important competition?"
Zhu Qing took a deep breath, cupped her hands apologetically, turned to look at Zhuang Qi, and made a gesture of invitation.
Zhuang Qi's eyes fell on Zhu Qing, and he shook his head slightly and said: "Senior brother, why don't you just admit defeat? With your current state of mind, you have no chance of winning against me."
Zhuqing's eyes fell on the sword box behind Zhuang Qi, and then looked at the sword on his waist. His mood became more and more impetuous, "Aren't you worthy of your Excellency to draw a sword?"
Zhuang Qi concentrated slightly, moved his fingers, and the sword at his waist was unsheathed with a clang, and a gorgeous sword light instantly rushed towards Zhu Qing. Zhu Qing also drew his sword at the same time and stabbed forward.
The black iron sword in Zhuang Qi's hand dissipated, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes, "I'm offended."
Buzz!
Zhuang Qi made a secret with both hands and controlled the black iron sword with sword control. Several sword shadows suddenly appeared in the sky and fell towards Zhu Qing's head with extremely powerful sword energy.
Zhu Qing held the sword in his hand, guarded it with the sword, and used his sword energy to catch the sword shadow falling from the sky.
All of a sudden, it was like rain falling on a bell, and the sound was crisp and clear.
The sword in Zhuqing's hand was used by Xuanjizi in his early years. It is called Qingquan Sword, which means that the heart is like clear water and the body shines on the moon, which means nobility.
However, Xuanjizi stopped using this sword a few years ago and gave it to Zhuqing.
Although Zhu Qing is a direct disciple of Xuanjizi, he has only practiced in Qingyun Sect for a few years and has been practicing outside the mountains. Even the disciples of Qingyun Sect know very little about what techniques he has practiced.
Now, he used ordinary sword moves to resist Zhuang Qi's mysterious sword moves, which naturally won the applause of the whole house.
On the viewing platform, Gu Yusheng was also a little surprised.
He had a very bad impression of Xuan Jizi, the head of the Qingyun Sect, but at the moment, the sword moves performed by Zhu Qing seemed ordinary, but the sword intention stirred up waves of breeze.
The breeze blows and the face wakes up, and the sword spits out the blue clouds.
What a fair and aboveboard person.
Zhuang Qi reached out to recall the Black Iron Sword and took several steps back. He did not attack again, but threw the Black Iron Sword at one kick and saluted Zhu Qing with a fist. He grabbed it with his backhand and stood the green sword box behind him in front of him.
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"Brother, please enlighten me."
Although there was sadness on Zhuqing's face, she still returned the favor with her fists clasped.
Zhuang Qi is known as the most talented swordsman among the young generation in Qingping Prefecture. He has always been arrogant and there are very few people who catch his eye.
At this time, he took off the green sword case on his back, obviously giving Zhu Qing enough respect.
After Zhuang Qi received the gift, he concentrated his mind and his hair became calm and automatic.
He pointed his hand towards the sky.
Zheng!
I saw a sky-blue flying sword suddenly flying out of the green box. The flying sword was as crystal clear as the azure sky. In an instant, it drove away most of the desolation swept by the fallen leaves in the autumn wind from the entire martial arts performance field.
"Qingxiao Sword!"
On the viewing platform, Elder Yunfeng exclaimed.
This heavenly demon-slaying sword, which had been dormant in the sword pool for hundreds of years, actually saw the light of day again.
When the sword came out of the box, even the Demon Suppression Monument of Qingyun Gate vaguely exuded an ancient aura, echoing it.
On the large arena, a breeze blew by. Zhu Qing couldn't help but put his sword in front of him, and his clothes were blown by the wind.
Seeing this, the disciples of the Sijian Sect showed pride on their faces, while many disciples of the Qingyun Sect stared at the sword rising in the air with complicated expressions.
The leader of Yunfeng Peak, Lei Jiangheng, has a deep gaze, and the Heavenly Zong Sword behind him is trembling. Although his sword is the only Heavenly Grade Sword in Qingyun Sect, it is still far behind the four demon-slaying swords of the Four Swords Sect.
Da, the reason why he is as strong as he is today is mostly due to the extremely powerful Tianzong Sword on his back, which increases his strength by three points.
But Zhuang Qi is still young, but he has already been recognized by the Demon-Slaying Sword, and his future life is formidable!
"What a great sword!"
Somewhere in the viewing platform, Chu Chen's eyes showed a hint of greed, and the corners of his mouth were raised high.
"Sooner or later it will be mine."
Among the crowd, Gu Yusheng was also looking up at the demon-slaying sword that came out of the box. He had certainly heard of the four demon-slaying swords from the Four Swordsmen. This Qingxiao Sword has the power to calm the world.
, the sky is bright and clear.
The dazzling sword light and the sound of sword roar made Gu Yusheng unable to help but be immersed in it.
This sword is not his sword.
Gu Yusheng had no greed in his heart, but he still wanted to try his best to understand a sword.
If a person has a heart, the sword can also communicate.
The sky and earth above Qingyun Gate are clear and bright.
The demon-suppressing stele echoed this, giving Gu Yusheng a sense of clarity and clarity.
In the past three years, he had been practicing diligently, but he had never really looked up at the blue sky above Qingyun Gate.
But at this moment, he felt it.
Although it cannot be compared with Mr. Qin's divine sword that penetrated the sky, Gu Yusheng could not help but sigh. Those ancestors who had no regrets in going out to kill demons from the Qingyun Sect must have cherished the sky above their heads.
On the arena.
Zhuang Qi looked solemn.
Although he obtained the Demon-Slaying Sword.
However, the realm is too low. It is not easy to control this sword with the soul-condensing realm.
At this moment, Zhuang Qi felt that the Qingxiao Sword above his head suddenly lightened, and the invisible sinking force that was weighing heavily on his body disappeared. The Qingxiao Sword seemed to echo with the heaven and earth at this moment, and the sword's light became stronger again.
His opponent, Zhu Qing, had a solemn expression. He showed his ambition with the Qingquan Sword, but at this time, he was only thinking about the disfigured Zhu Yun. Although the sword was like a shadow and the sword clanked, he could not compete with Zhuang Qi.
Even so.
Zhu Qing took the lead with his sword and struck out.
"Mingyue Matsuma!"
Zhuqing uttered the sword formula, and echoed it with the sword in his hand. On the stage, a green pine forest seemed to appear, with mottled light and shadow, and a creek flowing in the forest. He actually turned the sword energy into a strange scene.
For a moment, the breeze blew through the forest, the mountains and forests were empty, and hundreds of birds were faintly singing, and a person was nostalgic for the mountains, forests and streams.
As the direct disciple of the sect leader, Zhu Qing still showed his true strength when faced with the inherited sword obtained by Zhuang Qi. He was able to control spiritual energy to such a subtle degree in the Soul Condensing Realm, regardless of his sword skills.
Among the entire Qingyun Sect's young disciples, no one else can do it.
Especially in this bleak autumn season, it was as if a strange scene in the world suddenly appeared, and even everyone outside the ring couldn't help but feel refreshed.
Gu Yusheng's eyes were bright and he understood the meaning of the sword. He originally thought that there were not many heroes in the Qingyun Sect. However, Zhu Qing's sword made Gu Yusheng couldn't help but sigh. Among all living beings, there will always be a clear stream.
Can't meet while climbing a cliff.
You can also see your aspirations among the returning birds in the mountains and forests.
Gu Yusheng focused on the sword, thinking that he could use his vitality and spiritual energy to imbue the sword with subtle control and be as good as others. However, he had to admit at this time that Zhu Qing's control of spiritual power was better than his own.
"good!"
Yu Qingshan, who had always been silent, was generous with his praise at this moment.
There was also a hint of surprise in Lei Jiangheng's eyes, but he responded: "Haha, in the era of great strife, the demons in the world have not been eliminated, and the head brother actually gave him a set of Qingsong Sword Techniques. He is young and has a heart for ease.
, how can such a sword technique sway the strong wind outside the mountain?"
Lei Jiang poured a basin of cold water across the river.
Zhuang Qi activated the Qingxiao Sword, triggering the vision of heaven and earth. It was really like a wisp of strong wind raging, the mountains and forests were wonderful, and the streams were flowing in their streams. However, where can you find such a relaxing place in the world, where you can feel safe?
The world is inherently unfair.
What's more, Zhuang Qiben is a genius in swordsmanship.
The beautiful scenery in the world is like a big dream, dissipating little by little.
Above the martial arts stage, the sword energy is clanging!
Peach Blossom Peak.
The great scholar Mo Fanchen, who was collecting books, also felt this. Suddenly he looked attentively, with a mixture of surprise and admiration in his eyes. He twirled his beard with his hands and whispered: "I didn't expect that Taoist Brother Xuanji could teach such an outstanding disciple.
It’s a pity that this boy failed to enter Shushan. Otherwise, his great ambitions in this life would have come true. It’s such a pity..."
There was regret in Mo Fanchen's eyes. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw his granddaughter Mo Wanyun standing on the edge of the cliff dressed in white. Her eyes were looking at the martial arts field with the same infatuation. He nodded with satisfaction and said: "The way of practice is available to everyone.
As teachers, the swordsmanship of these two people hides their ambitions. It would be good to put them in the Holy Academy's book mountain. If you can watch the sword from the cliff, grandpa will be very happy."
Mo Wanyun didn't answer.
Her eyes had never stared at the sword energy crisscrossing under the clear blue sky.
The young man in white is watching the sword.
And she was wearing white clothes.
The sword of heaven and earth is so insignificant, what does it have to do with her?
When Mo Fanchen received no response, his face suddenly sank and he said to himself: "It seems that I was not a good decision in bringing this girl Wan Yun to Qingping Mountain."
On the arena.
The sword energy is vertical and horizontal.
Zhuqing's sword move was broken by Zhuang Qi's sword, and the bleak autumn wind rose again.
Withered yellow leaves rolled across Zhu Qing's face, and there was a trace of tiredness that did not belong to a young man on his face. He stretched out his hand and took the Qingquan Sword in his hand, with his palm facing down. He let go of the sword, and the sword entered the ring and turned into a formation.
In the shadow of the formation, he made secrets with his left hand and spoke the truth.
"Autumn day and spring day!"
On the arena, the green bamboos turned into autumn chrysanthemums with swords. The chrysanthemums were particularly fragrant. They gradually bloomed one by one. The sword energy was vast, and in an instant, the desolation returned to the spring breeze.
Gu Yusheng felt a little excited in his heart.
He turned his sword into a green lotus, but now he only has one.
The green bamboo can actually open the autumn chrysanthemum with a sword, and all the flowers will be fragrant.
However, it is strange to use a sword to transform scenery.
However, Gu Yusheng could feel a bit of sadness in Zhu Qing's heart.
he.
After all, I can't let go of my disfigured sister.
There is a flaw in this sword move!
Zhuang Qi, who was on the stage, also shouted loudly in an instant.
The Qingxiao Sword trembled, causing strong winds, and hundreds of sword energies raged across the arena.
Thousands of autumn chrysanthemums turned into many broken flowers and scattered.
Buzz!
The tip of the sword hovered at Zhu Qing's throat.
Zhuang Qi stared at Zhu Qing, looking slightly disappointed.
"You shouldn't only have this little strength."
"I lost."
Zhu Qing slowly closed his eyes, his expression was gloomy, and his whole person was filled with a sense of twilight. He turned around and walked off the ring, staggering, vomiting blood from his mouth, dyeing the autumn chrysanthemums in front of him red one after another.
"What a waste."
When everyone was silent, they saw Chu Chen's sharp taunting voice echoing around them.