Chapter 62 Tiangang Group, my sword is a law rather than a magic
Elder Yu of Qilin Peak finally finished speaking.
The stands that had been buzzing with discussions because of Xu Taiping's appearance suddenly fell silent.
Those pairs of eyes were all focused on Xu Taiping on Jianping.
Although, at this time, there were less than 30% of the audience left in the Qilin Peak stands. Moreover, among these audience, only 10% or 20% were Zhenwutian monks.
But when nearly a thousand pairs of eyes looked at you handsomely, it still put a bit of pressure on Xu Taiping.
Although the audience at the Golden Scale Conference back then was much larger than the current Jiangui Conference, the difference was that this Zhenwutian was Xu Taiping's hometown.
The victory or defeat of this swordsman is closely related not only to himself, but also to the honor and disgrace of his hometown.
What's more important is.
"Finally, we can put an end to the great fire in Daliang Kingdom!"
Xu Taiping, who was thinking like this, quietly made a fist with his hand, and at the same time gently pressed his other hand on the bladeless handle at his waist. .??.??
And Lu Sibai did not take action immediately after Elder Yu finished speaking like before.
I saw him looking at Xu Taiping with a smile and saying:
"Fellow Taoist Ping'an, I heard that you have good sword skills that can defeat swordsmen."
As he spoke, he gently tapped his fingers on the hilt of the long sword at his waist, and then with a "clang" sound, the long sword automatically flew out of the sheath.
It flew out together with the flying sword.
There is also a majestic sword power and violent sword energy.
After the flying sword circled once, it hovered at a position about one foot in front of Lu Sibai's chest.
The sword's power and sword's strength manifested into the shadow of a male lion twenty to thirty feet tall, standing behind Lu Sibai with eyes filled with murderous intent.
This scene made many monks on the stage exclaim in surprise.
Because just by hiding the power of this hand in the sheath, he can defeat at least 50% of the sword cultivators present.
Then, amidst the astonishment of the monks in the stands, Lu Sibai crossed his arms and looked at him with a smile.
Xu Taiping said: "Fellow Daoist Ping An, do you dare to take the next sword?"
When Lu Sibai said this, the flying sword in front of him suddenly made a buzzing sound, and the shadow of the giant lion behind him slowly arched its back and let out waves of deep roars.
Xu Taiping did not answer.
He just stared at the deer Sibai and took a step forward with his right foot. At the same time, he firmly grasped the handle of the knife with his right hand and made a gesture of drawing the knife.
Seeing this scene, Lu Sibai raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said to himself:
"Yes, that's it."
And almost at the same time as he was thinking this, accompanied by a sound of swords that sounded like the roar of an angry lion, the flying sword in front of him, along with the sword power and sword energy behind him, transformed into the shadow of a huge angry lion,
Together they rushed towards Xu Taiping in front.
"boom!"
Amidst the deafening sound of breaking through the air, in just a blink of an eye, Lu Sibai's flying sword carried the violent sword power and sword sword shape like an angry lion, completely surrounding Xu Taiping.
But almost at the same moment, with a "crack" sound, Xu Taiping drew his sword out of its sheath.
Then everyone was surprised to find that a sword force that was not inferior to Lu Sibai's sword force, and a sword that was as fierce as the waves of the river, followed the long knife in Xu Taiping's hand, and faced the sword.
Lu Sibai's flying sword slashed at him.
Although the sword cultivator's flying sword is very fast.
But no matter how fast the sword is, it must follow the sword-handling method, otherwise the sword will not be able to fly at all.
In the eyes of Xu Taiping, who had practiced the Hidden Sword Art, no sword-handling method could escape the changes in handwriting in the dozen or so poems taught by Uncle Jiu.
Therefore, the moment Lu Sibai's flying sword flew out, it turned into a big ancient seal character in Xu Taiping's eyes.
And the long knife in his hand was ready to understand the characters.
"boom!"
At this time, as the sword force and the sword force collided with each other, Lu Sibai's flying sword, which was as fast as lightning, also faltered slightly.
At the moment when the flying sword faltered, Xu Taiping's figure merged with the light of the long sword in his hand, and then he flew through the air with a "boom", facing the flying sword and the angry lion's sword force behind him and slashed with one strike.
go.
With a loud "bang" sound, Lu Sibai's sword power suddenly collapsed.
The flying sword he was controlling was knocked upside down by the long knife in Xu Taiping's hand with a "bang" sound. .??.??
Looking from a distance, the long sword in Xu Taiping's hand turned into dozens of sword lights.
Just like the butcher unloading an ox, he used Lu Sibai's sword, which was shaped like a giant lion, to move directly.
Although many people have been on the Ten Evils Peak, they have seen Xu Taiping use his sword to resolve the sword and defeat the ten evils in the Ten Evils Peak.
But because the mountain road was narrow at that time, the viewing angle of the spiritual mirror was far less clear than it is now.
Therefore, when they saw Xu Taiping's sword skills so clearly, the audience had a look of shock on their faces.
Some Zhenwutian monks who had not had high expectations for Xu Taiping all had expressions of surprise at this time.
Even some Zhenwutian monks who had returned to the restaurant and inn, after watching the battle through the spiritual mirror and seeing this, started to rush to Qilin Peak.
But Lu Sibai, whose sword attack was broken, not only did not have a trace of panic in his eyes, but raised the corners of his mouth and murmured: "Comparing fighting strength is a method used by despicable martial artists. No matter how clever it is, it is just a technique."
, rather than law.”
As he said that, he raised his sword and shouted with cold eyes:
"My sword can turn over rivers and seas, and it can overturn mountains and gorges!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Sibai's originally shattered sword power and sword gang suddenly turned into turbulent waves, first rising up from behind him, and then slamming into the sword flat.
Xu Taiping.
"Chu Dao, my sword is a method, not a technique. Let me see how you break it!"
As Lu Sibai spoke, he raised his hand and pointed sharply in the direction of Xu Taiping.
In an instant, under the guidance of Lu Sibai's flying sword, the mighty water force that was enough to smash the mountain into pieces suddenly hit Xu Taiping below.
This "water force" covered almost half of Jianping.
Therefore, Xu Taiping could only block, but could not escape.
However, Lu Sibai definitely didn't know that Xu Taiping had never thought about escaping.
Immediately, Xu Taiping was seen putting away his bone sword without edge, and while staring closely at the huge wave that was about to hit him, he opened an improved domineering boxing stance.
Afterwards, he untied his restraints on the power of Qi, blood and true essence, allowing his true essence and blood, which was ten times that of his fellow monks, to flow into all the meridians of his body in an instant.
In an instant, along with a loud "boom", an extremely huge wave of aura spread from Xu Taiping's body.
"I can't understand your method, but I can break it!"
While thinking this, Xu Taiping made a dominating move and punched the huge wave that came down.
"boom!"
There was an ear-splitting collision, and Zhao Linglong, who was still nervous about Xu Taiping, saw in shock that the huge wave summoned by Lu Sibai with his flying sword was actually smashed through by Xu Taiping's punch.
Looking at the huge hole that Xu Taiping punched through in the middle of the huge waves, Zhao Linglong murmured in disbelief: "Dad did say that a martial artist can defeat all kinds of magic with force, but if you want to get this kind of
The strength and hard work required are ten times or even a hundred times that of ordinary monks!"
As soon as she thought of this, Zhao Linglong's eyes fell on Xu Taiping's back, which looked a little thin.
In her heart, she couldn't help but feel strong curiosity once again, and she thought to herself:
"What has Taiping experienced since the old Dragon Court disappeared?"