Yu Xingyang smiled bitterly: "I am willing to admit defeat in front of my seniors."
Ling Yuelan snorted coldly: "If you think that I will fight you, you are wrong."
Of course Yu Xingyang also knew that the master of Lingxian Sect was so powerful that he dared to say that he was not inferior to any famous master in the five major countries today, including "Eldest Brother", because no one knew her depth.
This is also the reason why those sect nobles dare not come here to cause trouble. Even the kings of the kingdom stay away from Lingxian Sect.
"I wonder who will fight?" Yu Xingyang breathed a sigh of relief.
A sly smile appeared on Ling Yuelan's face: "You will know soon."
At this time, a beautiful figure slowly walked into the fighting stage. She was dressed in white, fluttering like a fairy, walking lightly, and infinitely charming. It was a pity that she was wearing a round hat, and a curtain of white gauze hung down from the brim of the hat, which just covered it.
Her face makes her face appear vaguely.
Even if he couldn't see her face, just looking at her grace and manner, Ding Meng could imagine that she must be a dignified and elegant beauty.
But at this moment, Yu Xingyang's breathing stopped, and he called softly: "Yao Yao, I'm finally here."
Yes, after twenty years of separation and after experiencing so many hardships and dangers, he finally met his former lover. In fact, it was not a real meeting. He could feel the scent of his lover just by his breath.
He seems proud, but in fact he is dedicated.
To the extreme of the heart, to the emotions, to the extreme of the sword, each has its own extreme, but all are perfect. This is also the essence of the Wuxiang Sword Technique.
However, there was no emotion in Long Yao's voice: "This is the important place of the Immortal Sect. Please respect yourself as a distinguished guest."
Yu Xingyang's heart sank, he finally understood the cunningness of Ling Yuelan.
Ling Yuelan turned to Long Yao and said, "Are you willing to go down the mountain with him?"
Long Yao bowed his head respectfully: "But it depends on the master's orders."
Ling Yuelan nodded: "Okay, you can use our Lingxian Sword to master his Phaseless Divine Sword for a while. If you lose, you can choose to go with him, and then our Xianmen will be dismissed. If you win,
Without him, there is no need for him to stay."
The words are very euphemistic, but the meaning is quite compelling: You can only choose one of the two, the immortal sect or the lover. Choose the lover, and the immortal sect will die. If you choose the immortal sect, the lover will die. If you don't choose, I will fight, then
Yu Xingyang is absolutely irresistible and will definitely die.
Long Yao's voice was still cold: "I will go all out."
Ling Yuelan pointed to the center of the fighting stage: "Then you can start now."
The sun broke through the clouds, and the two stood facing each other. The light seemed to have coated them with a layer of gauze.
The Lingxian Knife was already in Long Yao's hand. It was a curved short knife, like an enlarged version of the T-shaped claw knife, with its entire body showing a strange arc.
It was at this time that Yu Xingyang really cheered up. In his eyes, the person standing opposite him was not Long Yao, who was longing for him, but a very powerful opponent.
Because he has heard about the Lingxian Sword Technique. This sword technique must be paired with the Lingxian Sword of the Lingxian Sect to exert great power. Moreover, to practice this set of sword techniques, one must be a warrior-level warrior to practice it. It pays attention to the
Light and elegant
, free and easy, after it is displayed, it is as beautiful as a flying fairy, dazzling and dazzling. Just when you are stunned by this beauty, you fall down, hence the name: "Lingxian Sword Technique"
》.
It's just that the Wuxiang Divine Sword's reputation is not in vain. The reputation it has earned over the years is also prestigious. Even Tian Qing's guest, Yu Xingyang, sat in the first place.
But now Yu Xingyang's hands are empty, and he doesn't look like he has a knife hidden in his body. Ling Yuelan couldn't help but said: "Where is your phaseless magic sword?"
Yu Xingyang stared at Long Yao closely: "The knife is here!"
Ling Yuelan frowned and said, "Where is the knife?"
Yu Xingyang said leisurely: "I don't have a knife in my hand, but I have a knife in my heart."
Ling Yuelan didn't understand this kind of thing, and Yu Xingyang would have understood it even less two months ago.
After he threw the Wuxiang Divine Sword into the river on the outskirts of Kyoto, his understanding of the essence of "sword art" deepened.
The formless magic sword is said to be formless, but in fact it is tangible. How can a tangible blade compare to the invisible sword in people's hearts?
The heroic knife is the blade of faith in the hearts of many "big brothers". In the past, he always believed that success and fame were what he wanted in life, but after witnessing what happened to Zheng Ming and Qiao Gu, he realized that although some people died, "
"The knife" is not dead, the knife is the thought, the thought and belief are always there, and you can never destroy it.
The sword is still there when the person is there, and the sword is still there when the person is not. This is the real formless magic sword, indestructible and invulnerable!
Seeing that Yu Xingyang had no intention of using the knife, Long Yao said coldly: "Dear guest, be careful!"
Yu Xingyang calmed down and said: "Please!"
There was no light of the sword, only the shadow of the figure.
The two figures were swooshing back and forth, and the surrounding disciples couldn't see clearly. As for Ding Meng, in his eyes, the two people didn't even seem to move, but their figures were slightly blurred, and then the two of them kept standing.
In place.
Ling Yuelan's face suddenly darkened, and she finally understood what Yu Xingyang said about "the knife is there". Although he didn't have a knife in his hand, Long Yao didn't have one either.
Because Long Yao's Lingxian Sword couldn't be pulled out at all, as soon as she moved, Yu Xingyang moved faster, gently holding Long Yao's wrist with a ghostly speed and a technique of lifting a thousand pounds, and the wrist was restrained.
How to draw the sword? If the sword cannot be drawn out, how can we talk about the Lingxian sword technique?
That astonishingly gorgeous swordsmanship was just aborted.
This is actually the same principle as how my elder brother dealt with him seven years ago, using his stronger cultivation to directly crush him with hard power.
But once the Lingxian sword technique is launched, it is impossible to stop it. Just like the rushing water of the river, it must be attacked with all its strength.
Then, in the center of the fighting stage, two figures, one black and one white, flashed, creating a series of afterimages and illusions, stirring up turbulent currents of energy, causing the other disciples to cover their faces and retreat.
Ding Meng, on the other hand, couldn't stand at all and retreated to the outside, lying on the ground and looking around in surprise.
Twenty rounds passed quickly, and the sword light never appeared. Yu Xingyang suppressed Long Yao to death.
Now is the last move of Lingxian's sword technique. If the sword cannot be drawn out, Yu Xingyang will definitely win this battle. At this moment, Long Yao's left hand seems a little blurry, as if a ball of strength is gathering on his wrist.
Suddenly, the emerald green scabbard fell apart with a "click". She did not hesitate to use her source energy to shatter the priceless scabbard. Her whole body flew up from the ground, accompanied by a dazzling brilliance that seemed to be brighter than the sun.
, Ling Xian Dao finally took action.
This style of "Nine Heaven Mysteries" is the most powerful move among Lingxian swordsmanship. In the sky above the fighting platform, several human-shaped mirror images of Long Yao flickered and appeared. Their manners were different, and their graces were full of shapes and meanings.
Several rays of fairy light were flowing through it. This scene was like a fairy descending to earth, which was intoxicating.
But Yu Xingyang was not drunk. He knew that once the Nine Heavens Mysterious Girl came out, no one in the world, including himself, could catch her. However, he was also sure to use his "Jade and Stone Burn Together". As the name suggests, this move
Once it is released, both sides will lose. He has this confidence.
He expected everything, but he did not expect the next change, not even Long Yao himself, because when Long Yao landed towards him, the strong force stimulated the sharp sword energy, causing
The gauze covering the face instantly shattered into pieces, like butterflies flying in the sun, and a peerless beauty appeared in Yu Xingyang's eyes.
This is the face that once appeared by the river at the foot of the mountain. At that time, he was still young and had not yet awakened the source energy, but he liked to travel everywhere. He liked mountains, water, and played freely alone. He liked a person.
People run carefree.
But that day he saw a girl by the river. The girl looked at the clear river in a daze, and the water was full of swarms of fish.
Yu Xingyang ran up quickly: "Why don't you get down?"
The girl shook her head: "I won't go down!"
A girl like her who has been taught etiquette in the sect since childhood would definitely not be able to jump into the river to catch fish.
Yu Xingyang puffed up his little chest: "Then I'll catch it for you, okay?"
Looking at his sincere eyes, the girl hesitated, but nodded slowly.
So Yu Xingyang jumped in with joy, and soon he came ashore holding a jumping golden koi carp.
The girl teased the fish curiously: "It's so beautiful."
Yu Xingyang happily handed the fish to her: "It's for you!"
The girl also happily took it: "By the way, what's your name?"
Yu Xingyang replied proudly: "My surname is Yu, and my name is Yu Xingyang."
The girl finally smiled, and that smile was as bright as flowers in bloom, so beautiful that it was indescribable.
Yu Xingyang was puzzled: "What's wrong?"
The girl chuckled and said, "No wonder you are so good at catching fish. It turns out your surname is Fish."
Yu Xingyang also smiled: "Yes, I am a fish..."
The girl started laughing again, she was so laughing that she couldn't breathe.
But looking at her smile, Yu Xingyang was crazy...
…
However, in the next moment, all the beauty and brilliance, all the joy and innocence, all the dazzling excitement, all turned into nothingness.
In Ding Meng's field of vision, Long Yao had landed, and Yu Xingyang stood still.
The Lingxian Sword was roaring towards him, but Yu Xingyang still stood still.
With a "Puff" sound, the sharp tip of the knife sank into Yu Xingyang's heart. He actually remained motionless. He just stared deeply at Long Yao who was very close at hand, smiled and said softly: "My surname is
Yu, my name is Yu Xingyang..."
Long Yao also looked shocked, and quickly withdrew the Lingxian Sword, and blood gurgled out of Yu Xingyang's chest.
At this moment, the entire fighting stage became dead silent.
