Chapter 107 It's hard to hold the sword without the original heart
The old eunuch's words were like a needle piercing deeply into Chu Chen's noble blood. In an instant, he seemed to have regained all his confidence. He quickly ran towards the ring and saw two disciples from the Sijian Sect.
Zhuang Qi lifted himself up from the pool of blood, and the dripping blood stretched into a long thread.
The confidence that Chu Chen finally regained seemed to disappear in an instant. He swallowed his saliva and forced himself to find himself again.
"Gu Yusheng, don't think that this prince will be afraid of you. You have never been in my eyes. The entire Qingyun Sect has never been in my eyes. People like you will never understand the meaning of nobility."
As he spoke, Chu Chen's aura suddenly changed. His arms were gradually covered with a layer of dragon scales. The blood in his body made a low dragon roar. His realm instantly climbed to the peak of the Soul Condensation Realm.
Blood is like burning dark fireworks.
The resurgence of his bloodline made Chu Chen become violent and manic: "Gu Yusheng, I know you have worked hard these past three years, but hard work cannot change your destiny. I have Xuanlong bloodline to protect my body, not Zhuang Qi.
What are you going to fight me with, the wooden sword in your hand?"
After Chu Chen finished speaking, he pulled out the Black Dragon Sword in his hand and suddenly threw it out. The Black Dragon Sword whistled in the air and transformed into a dragon shadow that gradually merged with Chu Chen.
In an instant.
An ancient dragon roar echoed in Qingyun Gate, and on the demon-suppressing monument standing tall, it seemed as if countless heroic souls had awakened and blessed Chu Chen.
Visions of heaven and earth.
The world hangs upside down.
This caused the expressions of everyone present to change wildly.
Gu Yusheng stood on the stage, silently watching Chu Chen activating his bloodline.
He is waiting.
Wait for a real opportunity to draw the sword.
"The sound of dragon roar, what on earth is going on?"
Many elders looked shocked. They had never expected that the Chu Chen who appeared had such a powerful bloodline.
"Senior brother."
He Hongnian appeared next to Xuan Jizi, with a solemn look in her beautiful eyes.
Xuanjizi stared at the Demon Suppression Monument, lost in thought.
Lei Jiangheng, who was on the viewing platform, was stunned for a moment, with a touch of ecstasy in his eyes. He glanced at the elders behind him, and the elders quietly stepped back and then disappeared.
In the corner of the martial arts stage, Yun Shang from Qixiufang was healing her disciple Zhu Die. Liu Yunpiao's clothes were fluttering beside her. She also had a look of surprise in her eyes and exclaimed: "Is this the power of blood? It turns out that
Geniuses in the eyes of us are not worth mentioning in the face of blood."
Yun Shang slowly vomited and retracted her hands, glanced in the direction of the arena, and changed from her cold demeanor to a hint of pride on her face. She put her hands in front of her and stared at the unmoved figure in the face of the strong aura.
Gu Yusheng said: "Ten thousand years ago, the Emperor of Heaven slashed the immortals with his sword, and the saints subdued dragons and demons. They were all ordinary people. How can we be inferior to others because we were born as humans? Senior sister, you are looking down on mortals too much.
Already."
Liu Yunpiao's face showed surprise, and she asked in disbelief: "Yunshang, where did you know these things?"
"I once borrowed an old friend's book to read and gleaned from it the secrets that have disappeared in the long river of time." When Yun Shang said this, he said somewhat mockingly: "Senior sister has never thought that although we have the Holy Academy Book Mountain in our Mysterious World,
There are three holy places, why have they been occupied by monsters for thousands of years?"
Liu Yunpiao changed her voice to a secret voice and said, "Yun Shang, why is this?"
"The three thousand avenues of the human race were once stolen by the dragons and demons. Many inherited techniques were lost in the long river of time. The wisdom of the saints was passed down in the blood by the demons and dragons in their language, and countless spines were broken.
People surrender to the demon clan and the dragon clan. Chu Chen has the blood of a black dragon. Do you think his ancestors have ever broken their knees? Only demons and evil dragons can judge the nobleness of bloodline..."
"Yunshang, shut up!"
Liu Yunpiao's face changed wildly, and she looked around cautiously: "You are crazy. There are many dragon skills in the three holy places, which are regarded as the treasures of human cultivation. Even in Qingyun Sect, there are many incomplete ones.
Dragon Clan Kung Fu...your thoughts are too dangerous!"
"That's from the human race."
"If there are those who slay demons, there will naturally be those who subdue dragons." Yun Shang raised her head and gazed at the tall Qingping Mountain. "That year, when someone was drinking wine to the sky in Xianhuzhou, he said that one day, someone will take his place.
The human race brought it back."
Liu Yunpian shook her head. Over the years, she had long been accustomed to this junior sister always saying incomprehensible things.
Of course she didn't believe it.
In comparison, she cares more about the two people in the ring.
One person has the blood of black dragon.
One person had just performed a sword technique that she had never seen before.
Originally, she thought that Zhuang Qi, who was bound to win the first place in the Qingyun Sect competition, was unexpectedly defeated by Gu Yusheng with one move.
Looking at the elders and sect masters of the Four Swords Sect from a distance, they still haven't recovered from that shocking sword.
Qingpingzhou has been silent for hundreds of years.
now.
Will another genius be born to write the glory of thousands of years ago?
On the arena.
Chu Chen, who gradually awakened his bloodline, seemed to have broken the shackles of his soul-condensing realm with such strong aura that his strength could not be measured by common sense.
The fallen leaves blown up by the strong wind are like dragons dancing all over the sky.
The roaring sound continued.
Gu Yusheng stood motionless.
Let the violent aura hit your face.
At this moment, his blood is also constantly agitated. In the past three years, he has also practiced many dragon clan's incomplete skills, and used these skills to move from the realm of Yuan Fei to the realm of opening pulses, and then from the realm of opening pulses to the realm of forging bones.
, he even obtained the Canglong Secret left by Penglai Xiaoyao Saint on the cliff below the Demon Suppressing Monument.
He had read the Seven Pictures of the Dragon Clan from the strange book Mo Wanyun gave him.
When he first learned to read, Gu Bai asked him to memorize the dragon characters on the turtle shell.
That night, his spiritual pet Snow Monkey spoke human words and gave him a drop of the blood of the ancient true spirit.
He turned it into his own use and left a shadow of a blue dragon in the divine sea.
Everything is a coincidence or a chance.
In Gu Yusheng's subconscious mind, he always believed that he was inseparably connected with the bloodline and martial arts of the Dragon Clan.
And his practice of the Dragon Clan's techniques was extremely smooth.
Only then can we achieve today's achievements.
However.
When Chu Chen's blood turned into a dragon shadow, Gu Yusheng was surprised to find that the blood flowing in his body seemed to have a power from the depths of his soul, turning the dark dragon shadow into ashes. The unwilling dragon's anger
The sound shook his head and made him dizzy. When the shadow of the blue dragon dissipated, it turned into the mysterious power between heaven and earth, and was absorbed by his life bottle, that is, the strange shadow of the sword.
Boom.
Boom.
Gu Yusheng felt his heart beating like a drum.
Buzz!
The sword transformed into his natal bottle shone brightly.
In an instant, Gu Yusheng felt that the wooden sword in his hand suddenly became as heavy as a mountain, and he could hardly hold it.
His hand lowered little by little.
All the bones in the body creaked.
Bang.
The bluestone under his feet was shattered bit by bit.
The feet sank.
"Hahaha!"
Chu Chen stared crazily at Gu Yusheng, who was about to lose his grip on the sword, and laughed wildly. www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm
He thought it was the power of his blood that suppressed Gu Yusheng.
"Die!"
Chu Chen turned his blood into a sword and struck Gu Yusheng in the air.
Gu Yusheng raised his head and stared.
In his eyes, there was not only the bloody sword, but also the high peaks of Qingping Mountain.
But now.
But he couldn't even lift the wooden sword in his hand.
Just as the sword was about to fall, scenes from the past flashed through Gu Yusheng's mind:
When I was young, I asked my father to teach me how to use a sword, but he didn't get it.
The reason is that I haven’t climbed Qingping Mountain yet.
When he first saw Qin Jiu at the foot of Qingping Mountain, he sealed his sword in a box.
It is to hide its benefits and have the ambition to cut down the sky.
Gu Yusheng still remembered that he was holding a wooden sword and stabbing at the peach blossom.
One sword after another.
Watch the peach blossoms bloom and fall.
No regrets.
now.
He has become a disciple of Mr. Qin.
Learn the Futian Sword Technique.
That night.
He once tried to climb the cliff and appreciate the majesty and height of Qingping Mountain.
He once went into a painting to drink wine and banish immortals.
Enlightenment is the shadow of a green lotus sword.
But now.
But he couldn't even lift the sword.
It's about having too much.
Have you forgotten your original intention of practicing swordsmanship?
Gu Yusheng gritted his teeth.
In his mind, the scene of Mr. Qin teaching him how to hold a sword on the first day echoed: "If you can't hold the sword, it's not because the sword is too heavy, but because your intention to hold the sword is not firm enough!"
"wrong!"
"I've never changed!"
Gu Yusheng shouted loudly.
In a trance.
Some mysterious power trapped in his body was opened like a shackle.
The heavy wooden sword in his hand was again controlled by Gu Yusheng.
In his divine sea, a natal flying sword suddenly brightened and merged with the wooden sword in his hand.
Zheng!
Just like facing the peach blossoms in the misty spring morning that year, when the sword came out to cut the peach blossoms, they did not fall!
Now the peach blossom leads to the flying sword.
On the arena, a vast sword light rose into the sky.
In an instant, Chu Chen's figure was submerged.
With a sword, the wind rises, causing the autumn cold to rustle.
The clouds in the sky that were as compassionate as Buddha were poked with a sword.
Thousands of people in Qingyun Gate raised their heads and stared at the clouds.
Tick.
Tick.
The clear sky suddenly started to rain.
"rain?"
Countless people were confused and shocked, and subconsciously reached out their hands.
Let the rain fall on your palms.
However.
dripping.
It's not rain at all.
It's blood!
Swish swish swish.
The rain of blood became heavier and heavier.
The cloud in the sky fell down little by little.
The rapidly expanding shadow covered the martial arts arena.
suddenly.
Mo Daru's voice came from the direction of Peach Blossom Peak.
"Get out of the way!"
A magical book of vastness flew from a distance.
I want to stop the darkening sky.
However, the black clouds falling from the sky were too fast.
It was so fast that many people's eyes widened.
It's not a cloud at all!
Rather, it is a great green roc demon that can control the blue clouds and spread its wings for thousands of feet!
In an instant, a powerful demonic and bloody aura filled the entire Qingyun Sect.
In the dark light and shadow.
I saw the fallen demon again on its back.
There is a black shadow that is so powerful that it makes one's soul tremble hanging in the air.
He stretched out a hand in the air, and in an instant there was a huge dark palm print, pressing towards the Qingyun Gate's mountain guard formation!
boom!
The palm has not yet arrived.
Qingyunmen's martial arts arena has sunk several feet downward out of thin air!
The rapid and ancient sound of the bell echoed in Qingping Mountain in an instant!