Xiao Cheng's face was as gloomy as water, and the young man in front of him was more terrifying than he expected.
"What kind of punch did you just perform? It was actually stronger than my Holy Sword Jue."
He knows the most powerful sacred martial arts in the world, and the Holy Sword Jue is among the best. But the boxing skills performed by the boy in white are not the boxing skills he knows.
"Of course it's better than your Holy Sword Judgment."
Xi Qianye said calmly. His Jingtao Immortal Fist comes from the Immortal Family. It is not only stronger than Xiao Cheng's inexplicable Holy Sword Art, but it is also infinitely better than the real Holy Sword Art.
"It's just that I'm not good at studying. I can't do it if it's not a holy sword."
Xiao Cheng said coldly that he didn't like Xi Qianye's disparagement of the Holy Sword Art. In his heart, the Holy Sword Art was the most sacred technique.
"Wrong! That's not the Holy Sword Jue at all. In other words, you don't know how to use the Holy Sword Jue." Xi Qianye shook his head and said.
Xiao Cheng was stunned when he heard this, and then mocked: "What I practice is not the Holy Sword Art? You are really good at talking nonsense. I can't! Could it be that you can do it?"
Although there are some other versions of Holy Sword Judgment on the mainland, the Holy Sword Judgment of the Zhushan tribe is recognized as the most authentic Holy Sword Judgment. It is simply ridiculous for a young and ignorant junior to dare to say that he does not know how to use the Holy Sword Judgment.
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"Since you don't believe it, then I will use the real Holy Sword Judgment to kill you."
Xi Qianye shook his head and said.
"A real holy sword duel, haha! I'll wait and see how you use a real holy sword duel to kill me."
Xiao Cheng laughed loudly upon hearing this, his eyes full of mockery.
Not only did he disparage the Holy Sword of the Zhushan Tribe, but he actually dared to do it in front of him. He wanted to see what kind of Holy Sword skills the young man in front of him could perform.
As for killing him?
That was even more ridiculous. Although he admitted that Xi Qianye was very strong, wanting to defeat him and killing him were two different things.
Xi Qianye flicked his fingers, and a war sword appeared in his hand. He raised the sword and stepped forward, and the blade drew a deep crack in the sky.
He did not release any sword intent or sword light, he just moved forward with his sword, like the most ordinary swordsman.
His Holy Sword Jue was derived from Saint Ancestor Qianye. His swordsmanship talent was mediocre and he was unable to cultivate the Holy Sword Jue to the level of Dzogchen. However, Saint Qianye was also a famous prodigy at that time. Compared with
An ordinary swordsman is much stronger.
After finding out the Holy Sword Art in the memory of Qianye Saint Ancestor, Xi Qianye understood it with just a brief understanding.
"The Holy Sword has no sword moves, let alone the Dragon Scroll Nine Heavens. The most powerful swordsman will always be able to win without any moves."
Xi Qianye walked in the air, and the war sword in his hand made a slight sword cry as he stepped. Although the sword cry was not loud, it resounded through the sky and even Haoze City on the ground. A large number of monks were stunned.
I found that my long sword was also chirping slightly, as if it had spiritual power.
Xiao Cheng's expression immediately became serious. As a senior swordsman, he naturally understood the way of swordsmanship quite well. He felt an aura from Xi Qianye that he had never seen before. It was the aura of swordsmanship, but he had never seen it before.
It was so elusive that it was hard to find its origin, and he couldn't understand it at all.
"The most powerful Holy Sword Jue has eighteen sword moves. The Holy Sword Jue you practice must be wild, and you dare to say that it has no sword moves."
Xiao Cheng clutched the sword tightly and looked at Xi Qianye coldly.
Although he sensed an extraordinary aura from Xi Qianye's body, he could not lose the battle no matter what. He firmly believed that the Holy Sword Judgment of the Zhushan Tribe was the most authentic and powerful Holy Sword Judgment. This has been the case from ancient times to the present, without any suspense.
"Stupid, the sword art with sword moves has limited sword theory after all. How can it become a prosperous kendo school? Countless swordsmen are involved in it and develop endless changes. Seeing that you are also a real swordsman For the sake of it, I will tell you that there are actually only seven sword realms in the real Holy Sword Jue. As for sword moves, different swordsmen will develop different sword moves when they practice Holy Sword Jue."
Xi Qianye said calmly, maybe because the Holy Sword Jue seemed familiar, it reminded him of his past memories, which made him rarely talk to Xiao Cheng for a few more words.
If you imitate other people's sword skills, you are not a true swordsman, you are just a successor of sword skills.
For truly advanced techniques, there is actually no description of the moves, only the meaning and scene within them.
For example, Xi Qianye's Jingtao Immortal Fist, the first move of Jingtai Rising, is actually not a move, but a state.
When different people perform Jing Tiao Rising, their moves, movements and even artistic conceptions are completely different.
The same is true for the Holy Sword Art. Only with this kind of sword art can a hundred flowers bloom and form a Taoist lineage of its own.
Xiao Cheng naturally didn't want to believe Xi Qianye's words. He took a deep breath and used all his strength to circulate the desolate energy in his body. He had to catch Xi Qianye's sword and crack it perfectly. Only in this way could he fully prove that he was right. Qianye, he was wrong.
Xi Qianye's sword looked unhappy. When he walked with the sword, every movement was clear.
But suddenly, I realized that it was extremely fast, because you couldn't avoid his sword at all. No matter how slow he was, even if he was thousands of miles away, the sword was locked on your body, no matter what you did, you could We can only look at each other head on.
Whoosh!
The war sword passed through the void, and the sword light drew a curved arc towards Xiao Cheng. It looked ordinary, without any bells and whistles.
His Holy Sword Jue is naturally different from that of Qianye Saint Ancestor back then. Different people will ultimately have differences in how they perform it.
However, the moves and sword intentions will be different, but the realm of swordsmanship is the same, and the power is not much different.
In Xiao Cheng's eyes, Xi Qianye's sword was extremely ordinary, but he found himself a little out of breath.
"We must not let him win!"
Xiao Cheng strengthened his mind and tried his best to use his holy sword to fight against Xi Qianye.
The collision between swords was not as gorgeous as imagined, it was ordinary, disappearing like a flash in the pan.
Xiao Cheng stood there blankly, looking at the sword in his hand, without making a sound for a while, with deep shock and sadness in his eyes.
"Why……"
Xiao Cheng raised his head with difficulty and looked at Xi Qianye.
Only at this moment did he finally understand that it was himself who was wrong.
Poof!
A blood line appeared on Xiao Cheng's neck, and the next moment a large amount of blood burst out like a fountain. When he tilted his head, a head fell from his neck and fell towards the ground.
Xi Qianye's sword not only cut off his head, but also cut off all the life in his body.
The corpse marks of the Underworld Emperor appeared behind Xi Qianye, and they burrowed into Xiao Cheng's body. His body shriveled up before his eyes, and all the essence of flesh and blood was swallowed up. Xiao Cheng was quite close to the Half-Step Holy King. For a strong person, his flesh and blood essence will naturally not be wasted on Xi Qianye.