Chapter 111 Silent mountains and rivers, swords have sound, plaster is useless and useful
Yao Xiu Tianshang opened his palms, and in his palms, countless autumn cicadas gathered and turned into a strange cicada-wing sword. After the cicada-wing sword condensed into shape, it stabbed at Gu Yusheng.
This sword, seemingly ordinary, gave Gu Yusheng a strange light in his eyes. It was the sword intention that he could sense from the sword itself after having used the sword thousands of times.
In Gu Yusheng's subconscious mind, the monsters he thought were monsters with grotesque animal faces and bodies, grinning and waving sharp claws!
During the nine days he spent in the Demon Suppression Tower, he had seen thousands of different kinds of monsters.
But when the monster turns into a human form, holding a sword that symbolizes killing and peace, Gu Yusheng always feels a sense of absurdity.
He hesitated.
The sword in his hand was slightly flawed.
The moment when the two swords intersect.
Gu Yusheng focused on power rather than intention. Instead, the opponent's cleverly changed sword move passed through his ribs, and his white robe, which had been stained red by demon blood, was torn open.
The sword energy seeping into his skin did not cause him any pain.
But the fine blood beads splashed in the air.
Gu Yusheng turned around.
He and Yao Xiu Tianshang changed places.
Gu Yusheng's eyes showed caution.
Such a sharp sword, so sharp that you can't even feel the pain when it pierces your body.
It also made Gu Yusheng realize for the first time that maybe the world was not what he imagined.
Who would have thought that a demon clan with a bloodthirsty nature and a powerful bloodline could actually lift a heavy weight as lightly as a sword after transforming into a human!
This guy.
Not only is he higher than him in the realm of cultivation.
In terms of attainments in the path of swordsmanship, he was by no means lower than the human sword cultivators he knew.
Zhuang Qi's Qingxiao Sword is used to control the wind for benefit.
Now, Gu Yusheng felt the sharpness of the cicada-wing sword from the sword in the enemy's hand.
The wind blew across Gu Yusheng's face, and he changed the posture of holding the sword.
Just like how Mr. Qin taught him how to hold a sword on the first day.
Tian Shang's eyes moved from Gu Yusheng's wound to Gu Yusheng's fingertips.
In his mind, the sword strike just now should have killed half of the opponent's life. However, the sword in his hand was trembling.
What a terrifying sword power.
Just like one mountain, two mountains and three mountains stacked on top of each other, there is extremely pure power hidden in the sword's power.
This made Tianshang feel incredible.
In his understanding, although the human race possesses supreme wisdom, they have the weakest bodies.
But the moment they met.
He almost couldn't hold the sword.
If the sword in his hand was not extremely special, he would probably be cut off directly.
Look at the young man in white opposite, holding a wooden sword, from the sword-wielding posture to the simplest sword-holding posture.
In an instant, he felt that the aura of the young man in white was completely different.
It is a kind of temperament that can only be obtained after the sword energy, sword power and sword intention are completely restrained.
This is also the supreme swordsmanship that countless demon cultivators are looking for after killing countless human sects!
He blocked Gu Yusheng's hearing using the demon tribe's secret technique of Qiuchichan.
But when Gu Yusheng completely restrained his aura from the sword, he also seemed to have lost his six senses. Not only his hearing, but also the young man in white he saw in his eyes no longer seemed real.
"I am the son of the Demon Emperor!!"
Tianshang raised his sword.
Gu Yu became vivid.
Tianshang also moved.
Two people and a demon who walk on the path of swordsmanship.
They are all confident in their swords.
There are no sword moves.
It was still the same sword-to-sword collision as before.
Tianshang bet that he would win with his realm and strong body.
Gu Yusheng, on the other hand, purely believed in the sword in his heart.
The swords have not been intertwined yet!
The sword in Tianshang's hand gradually bloomed like the light of a bright mirror, the sword energy cutting through the space.
He had just lost to a human monk in terms of strength, so naturally he wanted to prove himself with this sword!
Gu Yusheng's wooden sword was still ordinary.
He couldn't hear the cicadas outside, but only heard the clanking sound of the sword in his heart.
In the glowing light and shadow of the enemy, scenes from the past replayed in the young man's mind.
He once looked up at the height of Qingping Mountain in the quiet night. It was as deep as the sky. He firmly believed that one day he could climb up.
He was once blinded by the Unzen mist rising from the abyss of green peach blossoms during the peach blossom season, but he never lost his way on the way forward.
He once traveled through the pathless desolate ancient forest of Qingping Mountain, and heard the ancient bells of Qingyun Gate at the bottom of the noisy six peaks.
That is the purest Sanskrit sound.
He once stopped at the stream to listen to the tinkling of the spring water. The stream swallowed dangerous rocks and the fish swam in the clear bottom of the pond!
He once dragged his exhausted figure to push open the door of the small courtyard!
The sunset, like the remaining blood of dusk, shone on his green face.
Peach blossoms were blowing across my face.
Snowflake also dyed her hair.
This moment.
Gu Yusheng could suddenly hear Jian Xin's voice.
It was like the initial throb of his heartbeat speeding up when he sent Miss Mo away from the courtyard and leaned against the dilapidated door.
The sword is excited!
The sword is awakening!
This time.
Gu Yusheng wanted to kill the enemy and boldly knocked on the door in front of him.
In an instant.
The wooden sword in his hand bloomed with unprecedented brilliance.
It was the extremely quiet autumn coolness after the cicada noise!
There is no wind in the mountains.
There is no wind in the trees.
The figures passing by.
They stopped after taking dozens of steps forward.
Gu Yusheng gently lifted the sword tang with his hand and returned the wooden sword to its sheath.
Just like when he went up the mountain many times, he put away his sword with satisfaction after being given instructions by Mr. Qin.
The corners of his eyes.
Countless cicada wings fell like ownerless ones.
There was a slight rustling sound from behind.
The light and shadow reflected, and a pool of blood sprayed on the ancient tree in front of the small courtyard.
Gu Yusheng did not look back.
Because in his eyes was that beautiful figure running from the courtyard, frightened and worried.
Her clothes are flowing.
Black hair followed her.
Mo Wanyun took out a jade sword and slashed at the demon cultivator one after another.
Until her jade sword stuck the demon cultivator in the tree, swaying on her feet.
She grabbed Gu Yusheng's left wrist with her right hand, and used her left hand to press the cut wound under Gu Yusheng's ribs.
Her eyelashes are long and beating.
The shell teeth nibble.
When Gu Yusheng's blood dripped from the seam of her hands to the ground.
The corners of her mouth trembled slightly.
I opened my mouth several times, but couldn't say a single word.
"Miss Mo, I'm fine."
Gu Yusheng spoke, and the fragrance of Mo Wanyun's body hit his nostrils. Gu Yusheng raised his head and took off an autumn leaf that fell from her hair. www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm
A feeling of emptiness came over his body, and Gu Yusheng stumbled forward slightly.
Mo Wanyun used her shoulders to steady Gu Yusheng.
She cautiously looked back at the demon cultivator nailed to the tree.
He tore off a strand of silk ribbon from his clothes and hurriedly wrapped it around Gu Yusheng's waist.
The blood quickly dyed the white silk red.
Mo Wanyun suddenly turned around and ran to the small courtyard, almost tripping over the threshold. When she ran over, she was carrying a basket with dozens of bottles and jars in it.
She opened the bottle and smelled it, then applied some black ointment from the jar with her hands. After a few complicated tossings, her hands were stained with the ointment, and even the tip of her delicate nose was stained with the ointment. She suddenly raised her head and stared at Gu Yusheng with her eyes like mist.
, so anxious that tears welled up in his eyes: "Hey, little loach, I don't know which one is useful."
Gu Yusheng squatted down, reached out and gently wiped off the ointment stains on the tip of her nose.