Lincheng Huamo Chapter 84: Unblocking the Spirit Sword
The old man with a long beard looked at it carefully and was happy. After laughing a few times, he changed his mind and said: "Infinite Heavenly Lord, it's better than this. I don't want that Peach Demon Brother. This one belongs to me. I will also put back your Ximing."
, it is more appropriate to choose the thin horse."
The white-haired and beardless swordsman had his eye on the Impermanent Sword, but after hearing his senior brother explain that he was interested in it, he didn't say a word, except for a few polite words of thanks.
The three of them stared at the two flying swords for a few moments. Neither of the two swords moved, and they understood the reason.
The next moment, the old man with a long beard unsheathed his flying sword from behind and flew towards Qin Yue'er.
Qin Yue'er placed all ten fingers on the strings and quickly plucked the strings. Invisible flying blades of different sizes flew out from the Phoenix Baoqin to block the incoming flying swords.
Unfortunately, no results were seen.
The flying sword was approaching, and the thin horse made a move first. He saw that this spiritual sword, which was slightly shorter than the ordinary sword, was as fast as lightning. The sword thrust out and then flew into the air. After turning around, it stabbed the flying sword again. The flying sword stabbed.
After throwing out one sword, the thin horse had already struck out three swords. In one round, the thin horse even struck out four swords.
The white-haired and beardless swordsman thought of something and asked in a low voice: "Brother, is this thin horse the sword of the junior Liu family?"
The old man with a long beard nodded. When the old man with white hair and no beard saw his senior brother nodding in recognition, he was even more happy. He wished he could subdue the thin horse and wear it as a sword now.
But helplessly, after many rounds, the ownerless thin horse gradually gained the upper hand, and even pierced the blade of the flying sword with several inconspicuous small holes. Now the old man with a long beard was not happy, and he saw
Activate the fairy source, the flying sword instantly reveals a dazzling light, the sword energy instantly rises a few levels, and then fights with the thin horse, victory!
The thin horse flew awkwardly in mid-air for a long time, and finally fell to the ground helplessly, just like a man who has exhausted all his strength.
Just hearing "ding-dong", the thin horse fell to the ground, and the fast sword was still flapping around like a fish out of water. The three of them didn't pay attention to it, and all looked at the other difficult spiritual sword, Impermanence.
I saw white smoke emitting from the Wuchang Sword, and the white smoke turned into four big characters "Get rich at first sight". The old man with a long beard was happy when he saw it, and he even joked: "Hey, I didn't expect that you are still Xie Bian in the sword. It seems that I made a fortune today."
Big hair."
But in the next moment, the faces of the three people changed. They saw "Get Rich at First Sight" disperse, and the remaining nine spiritual swords seemed to be ordered to fly away from the stone slab and fly around the Impermanence Sword. The first one to bear the brunt was the one with an awkward name and shape.
The picking ax.
The sword is good at stabbing, the ax is good at splitting.
This picking ax is quite good. It is called an ax as a sword, but it also combines the characteristics of these two weapons very well.
The picking ax chased the black-bearded and black-haired swordsman who was flying in the air with his sword. He mainly used chops and stabbed at every opportunity. For a moment, the black-bearded and black-haired swordsman was unable to parry, and a sword was about to strike.
But he saw a ray of yellowish light shooting out, hitting the ax in the middle. The ax dispersed the light and Ling Ran's sword energy, and was defeated.
The other spiritual swords were making a quiet sound, and the sound was getting louder and louder.
The next moment, all I heard was "rust", except for the Impermanence, the other nine spiritual swords cooperated tacitly like a team of nine swordsmen, setting up an attack.
The sword array is flexible and versatile, capable of both offense and defense. It looks like victory is within reach.
But helplessly, the three swordsmen struck together and without any explanation, directly broke the sword formation composed of nine spiritual swords. The nine famous swords fell to the ground one after another, and they also flopped and struggled on the stone slab with the fish out of the water.
Qin Yue'er reached forward with her right hand, and the Impermanence Sword flew backwards. The hilt was just big enough for Qin Yue'er to hold.
Although the contrast between famous swordsmen and beauties is pleasing to the eye, it is a pity that Qin Yue'er is not the sword-dancing Gongsun after all, nor is she the former swordswoman Fairy Baiyun.
Qin Yue'er did not intend to use the sword. She held the Impermanence Sword in both hands, sat down again, and put the sword aside respectfully.
The Impermanence Sword was really psychic. After several struggles, it seemed that he was planning to fight the uninvited visitor to the death, but in the end he couldn't defeat Qin Yue'er and had to lie quietly on one side.
Qin Yue'er played the Phoenix Piano again, and the trembling of the Impermanence Sword became more and more steady, and finally became as quiet as a sleeping old cat.
The swordsman with black beard and black hair was about to pick up the sword on the ground with great joy. Just as he was about to reach out his hand, several invisible flying blades flew from behind him. Fortunately, the swordsman with white hair and beardless had quick eyes and quick hands and pulled his junior brother back.
, and looking at the place where he originally stood, the stone slab had turned into powder, revealing the original earth and rock topography of the mountain peak.
The black-bearded and black-haired swordsman was still frightened, and looked at his two senior brothers with wide eyes. The two of them had already unsheathed their flying swords and were floating beside them, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
"You have a sword that can shake mountains and rivers!" After saying this, Qin Yue'er tugged at the strings of the piano, and saw a phoenix appear from the sound of the piano with a hiss, fluttering and flying towards the three of them.
The three of them felt a strong pressure and did not dare to slack off. The three of them formed a defensive sword formation, and their cultivation levels increased by seven or eight points and they could barely accept this move. Looking at the three of them, they had long since lost their immortal spirit, and their robes were soaked with sweat.
, holding his sword on the ground, breathing heavily.
"You have a sword that can cover up the sun and the moon!" After saying this, Qin Yue'er tugged at the strings again, and saw a golden dragon so thick that it would take six people to hug it, roaring and appearing from the sound of the piano.
The golden dragon did not pounce directly on the three people, but roared into the sky, covering up the dazzling sun. Looking at it, the backlight of the Dragon King gave him a bit of a look of death. The next moment, the golden dragon roared and flew towards the black-bearded and black-haired swordsman.
When the swordsman with black beard and black hair saw that this beast was coming towards him, he was frightened and fell to the ground with weak legs. After all, the long-bearded swordsman was older and more experienced, so he slightly noticed Qin Yue'er's actions.
The doorway, but still not sure.
I saw his hand spread out, and the flying sword left the palm of his hand and quickly spun in mid-air, like a wolf-hair pen drawing.
After a few seconds, a transparent pattern appeared in the sky, gradually turning into a Bagua pattern and emitting thousands of microwave ripples. Suddenly, "咻咻咻咻", the sound continued, and countless flying swords flew out from the Bagua pattern.
To the golden dragon.
The golden dragon roared and faced him head-on. After two phases of consumption, the long-bearded old man finally got his wish and shattered the golden dragon. He looked at Qin Yue'er again. The moment the golden dragon dissipated, his body became limp. He pressed his left hand on his chest and patted his right hand on his chest.
It landed on the Phoenix Baoqin and made a trilling sound.
Look again, Qin Yueer finally
Unable to restrain himself, he vomited a mouthful of thick blood, soiling the strings and the Phoenix Baoqin.
The momentum was so great that Bu Zhe, who had been knocked into the stone wall and was temporarily unconscious, also woke up. She tried hard to break free, but it was still in vain.
She didn't hesitate to open her mouth, trying hard to stop Qin Yue'er from continuing to press for power, but in the end, what she didn't want to see happened.
"You have a sword that can shake the heaven and the earth!" After saying this, Qin Yue'er pressed her ten fingers on the strings. She didn't move them, but the moment she pressed them, a total of three hundred miles spread out from the center of the praying platform to the surroundings.
The scope is instantly silenced, and the heaven and earth are silent.
The three of them looked at each other, and the white-haired swordsman said tentatively: "Senior brother, junior brother, can you hear me?"
The other two people responded. Obviously, Qin Yue'er was not an illusion, nor did he confuse the space. The three of them listened carefully, but there was still no sound, no wind, no bird chirping, and even no one could hear except themselves.
The breathing sounds of other living creatures.
Before the long-bearded old man could speak, he saw cracks appearing on the horizon as if a mirror was shattered. Inside the cracks was extremely dark. Suddenly, a blood claw poked out from the darkness, followed closely by another blood claw. Next came a pair of phoenixes.
Colorful wings, and suddenly, accompanied by a roar like a dragon and a phoenix, they finally saw the monster clearly.
What emerged from the sky was a phoenix body with a dragon head, two claws on its wings, no horns on its top, and a long dragon tail swinging around, a monster that resembled a dragon and a phoenix.
Qin Yue'er saw that this thing had come out and started playing the Phoenix Baoqin.
This time the sound of the piano was melodious and melodious, as if reassuring.
The sound of the piano is like a bamboo forest with leaves falling in the wind; in a small pavilion, a beauty plays the piano while a swordsman warms the wine.
However, without waiting for the intoxication, the monster let out a strange roar and rushed towards the three of them.
The three of them had a perfect tacit understanding, and set up a defensive sword formation. Their cultivation was no longer concealed, and they saw only the black and white of the sky and the earth converging, and a strange phenomenon struck.
The black clouds gathered together and formed into a huge flying sword, which was aimed directly at the monster.
This scene was like a battle between three immortals and a harp-playing witch. The three of them drew their swords together, and saw the huge flying sword formed by black clouds flying towards the monster in an instant.
However, it was ridiculous. The monster roared, and then the bloody claw on the right wing slapped it like a mother slapping a child, and the flying sword was instantly dispersed into smoke.
The huge flying sword dispersed, and the three swordsmen also lost their breath. Each of them vomited a mouthful of blood and fell to their knees.
Qin Yue'er stood up and walked slowly towards the three of them. The monster stared at the three of them, with such eyes that they were so frightened that they did not dare to make any more moves.
"Leave the sword and get out! If you set foot in my Muhan Tower again, you will be killed without mercy!"
Its power was untouchable, and the three of them put down the spiritual swords they had snatched. Fearing that Qin Yue'er would regret it, they activated the flying swords and flew faster than when they came.
After confirming that the three of them were gone, Qin Yue'er's strong breath disappeared in an instant, her body collapsed to the ground, and the monster that looked like a dragon or a phoenix also dissipated in an instant.
After nearly a stick of incense, she was finally able to move freely. Although there was still pain everywhere on her body, luckily she could move, run and jump. She hurriedly ran to Qin Yue'er, took him into her arms, and said with concern
: "Hall Master, Hall Master..."
Qin Yue'er was shaken a few times and came back to her senses. A smile appeared on her pale and bloodless face, but she became concerned about Bu Zhe. She heard her soft and weak voice: "Bu Zhe, you, Wu Mai
Can it be damaged?"
"As long as everything is fine, Hall Master, I will send you to the hospital right now."
"Wait, wait..." After saying that, Qin Yue'er coughed, then vomited a mouthful of blood, and even spit it on the unbroken armor. She forced a smile and wiped the corners of her mouth.
He blinked in embarrassment and said, "Bu Zhe, please help me take a look. Are all the thirteen hates still there?"
Not daring to refuse, I looked around and counted, one, two, three...
"Thirteen hates her a lot."
"That's good, help me sheath the sword, there's still one step left..."
"Hall Master..."
"Go!" The word "go" was so powerful that I was shocked and stunned. For a moment, I didn't dare to resist and said "yes".
Qin Yue'er was helped and sat back down in front of the prayer platform. Her eyes were glowing brightly, her hands were dancing, and then she pressed the piano and plucked the strings back and forth. The sound of the piano was lingering, but the artistic conception was of the fear of approaching death.
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This song is very short, and it ends in less than one stick of incense.
The thirteen famous swords were all extremely quiet. Fu Zhe closed the wooden boxes one by one. It was not until the four wooden boxes merged into one big wooden box that she turned to look at Qin Yue'er. She was frightened now. Qin Yue'er was shocked.
Yue'er actually fell upside down on the ground, her face was pale, her lips were even bloodless, her eyes were closed, and she didn't know whether she was alive or dead.
Bu Zhe immediately carried the wooden box behind his back, picked up Qin Yue'er in his arms, and ran straight down the mountain without caring about how precious the Phoenix Baoqin was.
Later, on an unknown mountain peak somewhere in Muhan Tower, the sky was already dark and the stars were out. Two boys started to light a fire next to the earthen stove outside the thatched house and started cooking some local chickens and wild vegetables from the mountains in an iron pot.
An old man in white robes with long white beard and frizzy hair and a shiny head was lying on a bamboo recliner. Next to him was a large wooden box containing thirteen famous swords.
The old man kept playing with two thumb-sized iron balls in his right hand. These two iron balls looked like old objects at first glance. The owner had played with them all year round, and the iron balls were shiny after being played with them.
The old man looked calm. Suddenly, the iron ball spun faster and faster, sparks flying out from time to time during the rotation and collision. Naturally, the two boys who were still preparing dinner inevitably noticed something strange about the old man.
Suddenly, I heard a noise, and looked at the two iron balls in the old man's hands. They looked as if they had just been taken out of the stove. They were bright red, and the palms of the old man's big palms were also burning with a puff of green smoke.
The old man slammed two iron balls into the armrests of the bamboo chair, stood up, put his hands on his back, and looked up at the stars.
He stood there for a long time without saying a word.
Suddenly, the big wooden box trembled slightly. The old man glanced sideways but did not move.
do.
A boy respectfully handed a bowl of wild vegetables, pheasant meat, and fragrant broth to the old man. The old man looked at the boy who had been serving him for three or four years. The two children must be twelve or thirteen years old.
, why let a child of this age accompany him, an old man who has one foot in the coffin, living in the deep mountains and wild mountains in a muddle-headed way?
The old man waved his left hand, and the big wooden box unfolded, and a long sword flew out from it. The long sword circled happily around the old man, like a little native dog reunited with its owner after a long absence.
The old man looked at the cheerful appearance of this spiritual sword and couldn't help but smile while stroking his beard. Unfortunately, his beard had not been taken care of for many years and was very rough, making it impossible to stroke it all the way through.
The boy asked: "Old ancestor, it still recognizes you."
The old man laughed, took the bamboo bowl from the boy's hand, and stirred the broth with a wooden spoon.
As people get older, the sword becomes sharper, I can't help but sigh.
Thinking back to the past, when the two brothers fought with swords all over the world, one was active and aggressive, while the other was used to being lazy.
With such a combination, at the time I felt that apart from the fact that they looked the same, they were always incompatible with each other in their daily interactions. Now that I think about it, it is quite memorable. I wish I could make a fuss with my brothers again and torment the world's swordsmen again.
The old man drank all the broth and ate all the wild vegetables and pheasant meat.
Ordinary people eat this kind of game once in a while and think that the deliciousness is from heaven. But if you eat the same food for three or four years, how can you not get tired of it?
He handed the bamboo bowl back to the boy and looked at the sky again. Among the stars in the sky, Pojun Star and Ziwei Star were particularly bright, each occupying a small area of the sky, making the surrounding stars seem a bit dimmer.
The spirit sword was still flying around the body of its old owner, as if it had lost the steady aura it had on the praying platform during the day. The old man spread his hand, and the spirit sword flew into the old man's hand obediently. The old man held the sword, and the spirit sword spread out for a while.
There was a burst of white light. It looked more like a kitten being caressed by its owner.
The old man's left hand became a claw, and with a suck, the scabbard with the word "impermanence" engraved on it flew out of the wooden box and was held by the old man in his hand. He sheathed the impermanent sword in his hand and inserted it into his belt.
The old man looked up to the sky and laughed, while the two boys ate the broth and looked at the old man in astonishment.
The old man suddenly asked: "Shen Tu, Yu Lei, would you like to take a walk down the mountain?"
The two boys were stunned and looked at each other, thinking they had heard wrongly.
The next move was that they all ran towards the thatched hut, and they had almost half a stick of incense. They each carried a package that was almost as big as themselves, with a sword stuck on each waist, and they were ready to go.
The old man ordered.
When the old man saw the two boys acting like this, he couldn't help laughing.
The old man waved his hand and said: "We are about to go down the mountain. What do we need these tattered leather clothes for? These two swords are too blunt. Throw them away. Throw them away."
"But ancestors, how can a swordsman be without a sword?"
When the old man heard this, he was happy. These two silly boys had forgotten that they were Bai Wuchang's closed disciples in his later years. Why worry about the swords in the world not being the first to be recognized as their masters?
Suddenly, the two fingers of the old man's left hand formed a sword and shot out two sword energy. The two boys carrying a large package were as nimble as the wild monkeys. They flipped left and right, and at the right time, they combined their two fingers to turn the bamboo leaves on the ground into swords.
, the other one also put his two fingers together and used the unquenched sparks in the earthen stove as a sword.
In an instant, sparks were flying on the mountain peak, and the wind was blowing hundreds of miles away. It was like gods fighting, each showing their magical powers.
The old man looked at the two boys with satisfaction. He originally wanted to stroke his beard and smile, but with his previous action, the beard was too rough to show his fairy-like appearance.
The old man had no choice but to touch the bald head with his hand. He looked like a wretched old man for an instant.
The two boys lived in Muhan Tower since they were little. Those famous heroes in the world returned to Muhan Tower, and they were no different from ordinary people in the city. Later, they followed the elders and returned to the mountains. Who knew that those legendary masters were supposed to be
What kind of appearance, they just think that the way their ancestors touch their bald heads is similar to the old apes in the mountains.
The two couldn't help but laugh out loud, and the old man naturally understood that the two were laughing. He originally planned to pretend to be angry and teach him a lesson, but then he thought about it, it's time for the chicks to leave the nest when they grow up.
Immediately, the old man waved his right hand, and the remaining twelve famous swords in the big wooden box made noises. In the next moment, even the swords and scabbards flew out of the wooden box. The twelve famous swords were flying in the air, exuding different colors.
A single ray of light illuminates this unknown mountain peak colorfully, like a fairyland.
The old man still stroked his beard and smiled this time, even though his beard was rough and his chin hurt after stroking it several times. He said cheerfully: "Go, go, go find that bastard, don't let Xiao Yue'er's hard work go to waste."
Twelve famous swords were lined up in a row like wanderers about to leave home. They floated a few spaces in front of the old man as if they were kneeling down, and then flew down the mountain with their swords unsheathed.
Seeing such a scene, the two boys couldn't help but be dumbfounded and asked intermittently: "Old, ancestors, down the mountain, down the mountain, up the mountain, how about this?"
When the old man heard this, he laughed loudly and said: "There are only ten thousand immortals in the world, there are only a thousand promising people, and there are only a hundred people who can become immortals in the eyes of the world. I am afraid that if you go down the mountain, the so-called sword immortals, you
These two little kids won’t take it seriously yet.”
"Then, are there many people like the senior who came yesterday?"
When the old man heard this, he even lost his smile. He said slowly: "A person like that will only appear in eight hundred years, right? Come on, take you two little ones down the mountain."
After that, the old man swung the sword finger of his right hand again, cutting off a purple bamboo outside the house. The purple bamboo was chopped into three equal parts by the invisible blade in the air, and was suspended in the air.
The old man stood slightly on his tiptoes and stepped on a bamboo stick. He put his hands behind his back and said to the two boys, "Tong'er, we are going down the mountain."
The two boys who were named ghosts and gods, Shen Tu and Yu Lei, quickly took off their clothes, threw away their two long swords, and jumped on the bamboo stick like monkeys. They felt surprised and amused, and more importantly, they were longing for the mountain.
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But what the two boys didn't know was that the people in the world below the mountains were far more terrifying than the black blind men and striped insects in the mountains and forests.