Chapter 467 Entering the cave, the Luoxia Valley suddenly collapsed
This is exactly the "Book of Diaogu Battlefield" that Uncle Jiu gave to Xu Taiping.
After this line of writing was written, a majestic sword force with the intention of killing the desolation suddenly rose from the golden scale platform.
"boom!"
At the same time as the sword power rose, the lines of words transformed by the sword energy suddenly flew up.
They were like nails, nailed to the sky light sword shadow controlled by the third prince.
The power of the light sword shadow that day became a little weaker.
"How can your little Qingxuan's unknown sword technique be able to defeat my Yuanfa Tianying Sword!" .??.
The third prince was also determined to die in this battle, so after seeing Xu Taiping draw his sword, he immediately raised his hands and grabbed the sky, desperately using all his strength to activate the Sky Shadow Sword, completely regardless of how serious the consequences would be.
Backlash.
Immediately, the light and shadow of the Golden Scale Platform dimmed again, and everyone in the stands seemed to be in the dark night.
On the contrary, the beams of sunlight shining down from above the Golden Scale Platform became even more dazzling.
"boom!"
As the third prince's sword pointed downwards with force, the sky-light sword shadow that almost enveloped the golden scale platform suddenly pressed downwards, causing Xu Taiping's sword energy to collapse.
It wasn't until the light sword shadow was no more than a hundred feet away from Xu Taiping that day that he regained his balance.
Even the line of text embedded in the skylight sword shadow showed signs of cracking.
This scene shocked everyone in the Xuanyun Martial Arts Hall.
However, Xu Taiping, who was on the golden scale platform, seemed not to notice it at all. He held the sword in one hand and took off the flask of gentian wine from his waist with the other.
"Gu Long, Gu Long, Gu Long..."
After raising his head and taking a sip of undiluted gentian wine, Xu Taiping, who had a slightly drunken look in his eyes, once again raised his hand to pick up the sword, and while writing with the sword, he chanted loudly in his slightly hoarse voice.
:
"The surrender is over, and barbarians will live forever; the war is over, and the bones and gravel are broken. The birds are silent, the mountains are silent, and the night is long and the wind is blowing."
"The sky is heavy with souls, and the clouds are full of ghosts and gods. The sun is cold and the grass is short, and the moon is bitter and white with frost."
Almost at the same time as his chanting sounded, the golden words transformed by the sword energy flew through the air with the sound of the sword.
At the same time, the fierce sword force, the chilling and desolate atmosphere of the ancient battlefield, became more real.
Everyone present felt as if they were really on that bloody, desolate and desperate ancient battlefield.
"boom!"
After two consecutive lines of golden text formed by sword energy flew out, the sword force of the sky-light sword shadow controlled by the third prince was once again resisted and stopped falling.
However, from the constant "rumbling" collision sounds and the cracks that kept appearing in the lines of golden text, it can be seen that Xu Taiping still did not have the upper hand at this time.
"Gulu, gulu, gulu..."
At this time, Xu Taiping suddenly drank most of the remaining gentian wine in one gulp.
Then he wiped his mouth hard, stopped his staggering, raised the rusty lion sword in his hand, which had lost most of its rust, and while using the sword as a substitute for writing, he wrote vigorously while chanting loudly in a sad and angry tone:
"With all the people in the vast world, who has no parents? Support and support, support and support, and be afraid of their failure."
life."
"Who doesn't have brothers? They are like feet and hands. Who doesn't have a couple? They are like guests and friends."
"What a favor to live, what guilt to kill?"
"If it survives or disappears, no one will know about it."
"Someone may have something to say, but it is hard to believe it and still doubt it. It makes your heart and mind sad, and you will see it when you sleep."
"I lay down my wine and cried to the end of the world."
"The sky and the earth are in sorrow, and the grass and trees are miserable."
"If the hanging sacrifice does not come, the soul will have no support. There will be bad years, and it will be left to wander."
"Uh-huh! It's your destiny, right? It's been like this since ancient times!"
In one breath, Xu Taiping recited and wrote this article almost completely, leaving only the last line.
But the strange thing is that the golden words all over the sky did not fly towards the sky-light sword shadow overhead.
They just floated quietly in the air, just like the guests in front of the storyteller in the teahouse. They seemed to have heard the best part of the story, and they all looked forward to it without saying a word.
For a moment, there was deathly silence.
However, experts like Zhang Tianze sensed the breath of destruction dormant in this dead silence.
"Gulong..."
Xu Taiping, who was on the golden scale platform, seemed to have entered the scene in the poem, and stood quietly with his head lowered.
After a long time, he raised his head again, raised his sword, looked at the golden words above his head with desolation in his eyes, then moved his lips, raised his sword and wrote the last line of this poem——
"What can we do? Stay in Siyi."
Just like the finishing touch.
As the eight words were written, the golden words scattered all over the golden scale platform suddenly made the sound of swords, and rose into the sky like a giant dragon with a "rumbling", and finally gathered into
A golden giant sword.
At the same time, Xu Taiping also flew out with the Rusty Lion and merged with the sword shadow.
At the same time, the sword force full of chilling and desolate energy also transformed into an illusion of an ancient battlefield at this moment. The sound of fighting on the battlefield, the desperate roars, shouts and cries of the soldiers resounded throughout the Golden Scale Pond.
This is a sword full of despair and tragedy.
"The name of the sword."
"Remove armor."
Xu Taiping, who controlled the sword with all his strength, after saying the name of the sword, pierced the light sword shadow that day together with the huge golden sword shadow.
"boom!--"
Accompanied by a huge earthquake, even if the third prince tried his best, he still could not block Xu Taiping's sword.
After one sword blow, the world becomes bright.
Xu Taiping, who had almost completely depleted his blood and vitality, was held by the rusty lion and floated quietly in the air.
"It hasn't been...it hasn't been announced yet...it can't fall."
He forced himself to open his eyes.
The winner of the competition has not yet been announced, so he cannot just pass out.
At this moment, a huge golden finger stretched out from the sky, and finally touched Xu Taiping's forehead gently.
Then, an extremely majestic voice came from the sky above the Golden Scale Pond——
"This sword should be rewarded." This is the "Book of Diaogu Battlefield" that Uncle Jiu gave to Xu Taiping.
After this line of writing was written, a majestic sword force with the intention of killing the desolation suddenly rose from the golden scale platform.
"boom!"
At the same time as the sword power rose, the lines of words transformed by the sword energy suddenly flew up.
They were like nails, nailed to the sky light sword shadow controlled by the third prince.
The power of the light sword shadow that day became a little weaker.
"How can your little Qingxuan's nameless sword technique be able to defeat my Yuanfa Sky Shadow Sword!"
The third prince was also determined to die in this battle, so after seeing Xu Taiping draw his sword, he immediately raised his hands and grabbed the sky, desperately using all his strength to activate the Sky Shadow Sword, completely regardless of how serious the consequences would be.
Backlash.
Immediately, the light and shadow of the Golden Scale Platform dimmed again, and everyone in the stands seemed to be in the dark night.
On the contrary, the beams of sunlight shooting down from above the Golden Scale Platform became even more dazzling. ??
"boom!"
As the third prince's sword pointed downwards with force, the sky-light sword shadow that almost enveloped the golden scale platform suddenly pressed downwards, causing Xu Taiping's sword energy to collapse.
It wasn't until the light sword shadow was no more than a hundred feet away from Xu Taiping that day that he regained his balance.
Even the line of text embedded in the skylight sword shadow showed signs of cracking.
This scene shocked everyone in the Xuanyun Martial Arts Hall.
However, Xu Taiping, who was on the golden scale platform, seemed not to notice it at all. He held the sword in one hand and took off the flask of gentian wine from his waist with the other.
"Gu Long, Gu Long, Gu Long..."
After raising his head and taking a sip of undiluted gentian wine, Xu Taiping, who had a slightly drunken look in his eyes, once again raised his hand to pick up the sword, and while writing with the sword, he chanted loudly in his slightly hoarse voice.
:
"The surrender is over, and barbarians will live forever; the war is over, and the bones and gravel are broken. The birds are silent, the mountains are silent, and the night is long and the wind is blowing."
"The sky is heavy with souls, and the clouds are full of ghosts and gods. The sun is cold and the grass is short, and the moon is bitter and white with frost."
Almost at the same time as his chanting sounded, the golden words transformed by the sword energy flew through the air with the sound of the sword.
At the same time, the fierce sword force, the chilling and desolate atmosphere of the ancient battlefield, became more real.
Everyone present felt as if they were really on that bloody, desolate and desperate ancient battlefield.
"boom!"
After two consecutive lines of golden text formed by sword energy flew out, the sword force of the sky-light sword shadow controlled by the third prince was once again resisted and stopped falling.
However, from the constant "rumbling" collision sounds and the cracks that kept appearing in the lines of golden text, it can be seen that Xu Taiping still did not have the upper hand at this time.
"Gulu, gulu, gulu..."
At this time, Xu Taiping suddenly drank most of the remaining gentian wine in one gulp.
Then he wiped his mouth hard, stopped his staggering, raised the rusty lion sword in his hand, which had lost most of its rust, and while using the sword as a substitute for writing, he wrote vigorously while chanting loudly in a sad and angry tone:
"With all the people in the vast world, who has no parents? Support and support, support and support, and be afraid of their failure."
life."
"Who doesn't have brothers? They are like feet and hands. Who doesn't have a couple? They are like guests and friends."
"What a favor to live, what guilt to kill?"
"If it survives or disappears, no one will know about it."
"Someone may have something to say, but it is hard to believe it and still doubt it. It makes your heart and mind sad, and you will see it when you sleep."
"I lay down my wine and cried to the end of the world."
"The sky and the earth are in sorrow, and the grass and trees are miserable."
"If the hanging sacrifice does not come, the soul will have no support. There will be bad years, and it will be left to wander."
"Uh-huh! It's your destiny, right? It's been like this since ancient times!"
In one breath, Xu Taiping recited and wrote this article almost completely, leaving only the last line.
But the strange thing is that the golden words all over the sky did not fly towards the sky-light sword shadow overhead.
They just floated quietly in the air, just like the guests in front of the storyteller in the teahouse. They seemed to have heard the best part of the story, and they all looked forward to it without saying a word.
For a moment, there was deathly silence.
However, experts like Zhang Tianze sensed the breath of destruction dormant in this dead silence.
"Gulong..."
Xu Taiping, who was on the golden scale platform, seemed to have entered the scene in the poem, and stood quietly with his head lowered.
After a long time, he raised his head again, raised his sword, looked at the golden words above his head with desolation in his eyes, then moved his lips, raised his sword and wrote the last line of this poem——
"What can we do? Stay in Siyi."
Just like the finishing touch.
As the eight words were written, the golden words scattered all over the golden scale platform suddenly made the sound of swords, and rose into the sky like a giant dragon with a "rumbling", and finally gathered into
A golden giant sword.
At the same time, Xu Taiping also flew out with the Rusty Lion and merged with the sword shadow.
At the same time, the sword force full of chilling and desolate energy also transformed into an illusion of an ancient battlefield at this moment. The sound of fighting on the battlefield, the desperate roars, shouts and cries of the soldiers resounded throughout the Golden Scale Pond.
This is a sword full of despair and tragedy.
"The name of the sword."
"Remove armor."
Xu Taiping, who controlled the sword with all his strength, after saying the name of the sword, pierced the light sword shadow that day together with the huge golden sword shadow.
"boom!--"
Accompanied by a huge earthquake, even if the third prince tried his best, he still could not block Xu Taiping's sword.
After one sword blow, the world becomes bright.
Xu Taiping, who had almost completely depleted his blood and vitality, was held by the rusty lion and floated quietly in the air.
"It hasn't been...it hasn't been announced yet...it can't fall."
He forced himself to open his eyes.
The winner of the competition has not yet been announced, so he cannot just pass out.
At this moment, a huge golden finger stretched out from the sky, and finally touched Xu Taiping's forehead gently.
Then, an extremely majestic voice came from the sky above the Golden Scale Pond——