"You can say that I never envy the scenery in the sky so easily, Wang Xuanlang. Just because of this, I am not as good as you! This sword is called Luochen, and I will use it to catch your sword!"
The long sword that was originally suspended at Wang Jianqing's feet flew out automatically and fell into his hand. At this moment, Wang Xuanlang, who was opposite him, had already raised the bronze bird high above his head.
"The name of the sword is Bronze Bird, and the sword energy is as vast as the sea!"
And just after Wang Xuanlang finished speaking, the raging sword energy spurted out from the tip of the sword, seemingly endless. At this time, Wang Xuanlang was standing on the East China Sea, so the sword energy with powerful momentum was really dense.
It covers the entire sea surface, it is really a vast sea!
"Hey, dear, it's this move. Although I've seen it twice, I still can't help but be shocked."
The person who spoke was Duan Wudao who didn't know when he appeared, and Hua Xueji was also standing beside him, her expression was also a little dull, and she seemed to be yearning for it. How many men and women in the world would not wish that they could hold that...
Three feet green front.
And it seems that since the last time the two of them and Master Ergou destroyed the Xinyi Sect, they have come together unknowingly.
There are also other masters from Dachu. Most of them have witnessed this scene in the capital, but they are still a little frightened in their hearts.
"Although I have just revealed my starting position, this sword is already unstoppable by a master who is not in the third-grade knocking Tianmen realm."
Opposite the many masters of Da Chu, those masters from the Southern Tang Dynasty also appeared one by one, including the bosses of Wuji Palace, Enyi Gang, Tianwu Tower and other forces who had already appeared at Changsheng Lake.
In addition to them, there is an old man who needs the most attention. An old man wearing black clothes, with a dry face, and a ghostly face. It is this old man who just spoke, but when he mentions his name, it is the same as his.
This look matches very well.
Mountain ghost! The big boss of the Phantom Wei Ming of the Southern Tang Dynasty, the master in charge of half of the Li family of the Southern Tang royal family, and the most trusted person of the current Southern Tang monarch Li Houzhen.
The arrival of this person made the faces of all the masters in the Southern Tang Dynasty become a little uncomfortable. After all, he was an official and a serious third-grade internal manager, but he was just reckless.
However, among the crowd, the expression of Li Xunxu, the owner of Tianwu Building, did not change at all and he was still very calm.
However, no matter how amazed the spectators were or how anxious they were, the two people on the field were not affected in any way.
Wang Jianqing looked at more and more sword energy in the air. Not only was he not worried at all, but his eyes showed interest.
"good."
Facing this powerful sword, Wang Jianqing just made a good evaluation.
"fall!"
"spring!"
Wang Jianqing seemed to have calculated that Wang Xuanlang would take action at this time, so when Wang Xuanlang said the word "Luo", he immediately lifted Luo Chen and spoke out the word "spring".
The feeling of spring is strong now, but when Wang Jianqing said the word "spring", the feeling of spring between heaven and earth became even stronger, and countless peach blossom trees grew around him.
At the beginning, the peach blossom tree was just a dead branch, but as the spring gradually became stronger, it began to sprout and grow leaves, and finally it bloomed into a tree full of peach blossoms.
You can see their differences from the first move of these two people. As expected, the characteristics of the two branches of the Heart Sword and the Sword are fully brought out without reservation.
And at the moment when these peach blossoms were in full bloom, the anger in Wang Xuanlang's eyes suddenly appeared, and as his sword energy fell together, he slashed at Wang Jianqing.
Fifty years ago, when Wang Jianqing killed his Xinjian lineage, his uncle died due to this move! Today is different from the past. At that time, Wang Jianqing could only grow one peach tree, but now, there are so many trees everywhere.
The peach blossom trees may have spread for ten miles.
Wang Xuanlang has always felt that he has let go of his hatred, but whether he has let go in his heart may not even be clear to him.
The branches are blooming, the leaves are luxuriant, and the flowers are blooming. The peaches are all gone and the flowers are falling off.
"Boohoo!"
Whenever one of Wang Xuanlang's sword qi falls, a peach blossom will suddenly fall from Wang Jianqing's peach tree, collide with the sword qi, and eventually dissipate in pairs.
If the sword energy is not exhausted, the peach blossoms will not stop.
And this scene immediately made everyone around them dumbfounded. No wonder they have always said that sword cultivators are invincible at the same level. No one can easily block this extremely powerful attack method. It seems that this sentence has been passed down thousands of years ago.
The old saying is indeed not
Fake!
They probably thought that this stalemate would be ineffective, so the two of them withdrew their attacks at the same time with a tacit understanding. The sword energy in the sky returned to the bronze bird, and the ten-mile peach blossom forest also turned into fluorescent light and fell on the sea.
"Wang Xuanlang, if I take one of your moves, I will be the first to take the next move as a courtesy!"
"summer!"
It was originally just after the beginning of spring, but now there was an inexplicable heat wave, and even the breeze in the air turned hot!
Wait! Wind!
Where does the wind come from when the waves are rolling and scorching in summer!
"Pfft!"
Suddenly, when a wisp of breeze blew across Wang Xuanlang's face, he was scratched with a scar. It turned out that the murderous intention in this Xia Yi move was in the wind! No wonder his second uncle was covered with blood after being hit by this move.
It's a small wound.
The heat wave hides the wind blade, and the wind steals people's soul!
The bronze bird in Wang Xuanlang's hand was constantly being swung, but the speed with which he swung the sword could not keep up with the speed of the wind. What's more, there was only one long sword, but there were thousands of winds.
"Baili!"
"fear!"
At the critical moment, Wang Xuanlang finally seized a gap and used his third sword. The wind in Wang Jian Qingxia's move was so dense that only Baili could compete with it.
With Wang Xuanlang as the center, the monstrous sword meanings spread to all directions. Although these sword meanings failed to cut off the wind, they eliminated the killing moves in the wind. Now there is no killing intention, and it is the real breeze blowing on the face, which is pleasant.
freely.
"Master!"
Ergou naturally couldn't understand the mystery of the two men's moves, but he saw that his master had been injured. Although they were just superficial wounds, it also meant that his master was at a disadvantage.
At this time, the second half of Baili had just begun to be used. The sword energy that spread out for hundreds of miles shrank back amidst the surprised expressions of everyone watching the battle, causing waves to rise on the surface of the East China Sea.
The top of Wang Xuanlang's head gathered together to form a giant bronze bird sword.
"cut!"
Seeing that his move was broken, Wang Jianqing was a little stunned but not too surprised. If Wang Xuanlang couldn't even do this, what qualifications would he have to be called a swordsman genius that the Wang family has only seen in hundreds of years?
The giant sword came towards Wang Jianqing with huge pressure, causing his green shirt to flutter in the wind and unable to calm down for a long time.
"Protect!"
Although the Luochen Sword at this time looked very small in front of the giant bronze bird sword, it was standing firmly in front of Wang Jianqing at this moment, as if nothing could repel it.
"clang."
Although the Luochen Sword was very powerful, when the giant bronze sparrow sword struck its body in the next moment, it immediately began to retreat in the air, and Wang Jianqing, who was standing behind the Luochen Sword, also put his hands behind his back and followed.
His sword fell back together.
After forcing Wang Jianqing's sword and people to retreat hundreds of feet, the giant bronze sparrow sword used up all its power and became transparent in the air until it disappeared.
Facing Wang Xuanlang's sword, the most powerful mountain ghost among the spectators lamented in front of everyone.
"Although I am confident that I can take this sword, I will not be able to fight after that, and I can only be slaughtered by others."
After listening to Shangui's explanation, everyone in Southern Tang Dynasty took a breath of cold air.
Although there are many strong men among them who are in the first-grade knocking Tianmen realm, Shangui is undoubtedly the strongest among the people here, but even he can only barely accept this sword, then they are afraid that they will
He will be killed by this sword.
"Sword rises!"
"Wind blows!"
Wang Xuanlang didn't give Wang Jianqing a chance to breathe, and immediately handed over the second sword that had not been used yet, but Wang Jianqing's reaction was not slow. As soon as the heat wave subsided, the autumn wind began to blow.
However, this move of both men does not seem to be a killing move, and it is more defensive than offensive.
When the sword goes away, the wind breaks, and when the sword returns, the wind stops.
But just when everyone thought that this confrontation was hopeless, another change occurred between Wang Xuanlang and Wang Jianqing.
"Sword falls!"
"The wind stops!"
This move of the two people has the same purpose. They both want to quietly resolve the attacks of others who are several times or even dozens of times stronger than themselves. Wang Xuanlang's fourth uncle died in his own hands because of this move.
At that time, Wang Xuanlang's fourth uncle saw his eldest brother and
The second brother died one after another, so he used his own life to deliver a sword.
Logically speaking, the sword that Wang Xuanlang's fourth uncle sacrificed his life for had already reached the attack strength of a first-level master. It was definitely not something that Wang Jianqing could block at that time, but the sword that he sacrificed his life for was one of Wang Jianqing's moves.
After being resolved, Wang Xuanlang's fourth uncle lost his life in vain.
Before Wang Xuanlang took his last breath, Wang Jianqing rushed to Wang Jianqing, grabbed his clothes and asked why, but Wang Jianqing just said a poem.
"Autumn winds have always been lonely, and all kinds of kindness and hatred have disappeared."
After hearing these words, Wang Xuanlang's fourth uncle understood the essence of Qiu Zhijian and closed his eyes with satisfaction.
But the situation today is different. Neither of them used their killing move, so does this move have no effect?
Of course not! A sword cultivator's sword moves are never automatically broken. The two moved their moves directly at each other, hoping to weaken some of the opponent's arrogance, especially Wang Jianqing's Feng Zhi, who wanted to blow away Wang Xuanlang's before disappearing.
Part of the sword energy.
However, the two people's moves were ineffective in the end because both of them were sword cultivators. If they had faced other warriors instead of sword cultivators, then this move would definitely have achieved good results.
It is not impossible to completely eliminate the opponent's fighting spirit.
"winter!"
As soon as Wang Jianqing blurted out the word "winter", snowflakes started to fall in the sky. Later, even the East China Sea began to freeze.
Feeling the general trend of the world, the expressions of everyone present changed. Although Ergou didn't know what was going on, he also knew that it was now a more critical time.
"Let's not think about how to receive the move anymore. Let's just see the next moves!"
Shangui looked at the young men around him who were still unwilling to give up and wanted to think of ways to resolve this move. Others gave up one by one after hearing his words and had to laugh.
The snowflakes in the sky were still falling, and Wang Xuanlang had tears in his eyes when he saw this move.
In Wang Xuanlang's father's generation, there were a total of four second-grade masters of the Wang Family's Heart Sword lineage, and his father was one of them! He was also the last second-grade master of the Wang Family who died in one of Wang Jian Qingdong's moves.
Wang Jianqing once told his father how to break this move. As long as Wang Xuanlang's father could hurt him through the snow curtain, then this move would be self-defeating. Otherwise, the snowflakes would keep falling until he was defeated.
People freeze into ice sculptures.
"The cold snow has fallen into tombs one after another, burying the world and burying the common people."
But even if he knew how to break the move, Wang Xuanlang's father still had no idea, because he couldn't pass through the snowy scene created by Wang Jianqing. In the end, Wang Xuanlang watched helplessly as his father was frozen into an ice sculpture.
Snowflakes scattered on Wang Xuanlang's body, covering him with a thick layer, but Wang Xuanlang still had no intention to care about it, as if he saw his father among the snowflakes flying in the sky.
"Lang'er! You have to know that the sword is the life of our sword cultivators. Only if you regard it as your own life will it give you infinite power!"
In the dark, Wang Xuanlang seemed to recall the scene when his father taught him how to practice swordsmanship in the snow when he was a child.
His tears fell unconsciously, and the corners of his mouth turned up inexplicably, making it difficult to tell whether he was crying or laughing.
Wang Xuanlang's aura began to become weak, and the beautiful scenes in his memory could not help him resist Wang Jianqing's sword energy snowflakes.
"Hehe...hehe...oooh...dad!"
Wang Xuanlang, a sixty-year-old man, actually cried and laughed at this moment and sobbed. In the biting snow, his bronze bird sword followed the sound of killing Wang Jianqing.
Four of Swords!
The reason why Wang Jian Qingdong's sword is difficult to break is that the snow curtain he created seems to be an independent space, so it is difficult to pass through. However, Wang Xuanlang's sword move has some meaning of escaping into the void, so
It's no problem to pass through the snow curtain.
Along the way, countless snowflakes came in as if they were alive, trying to freeze Wang Xuanlang's Bronze Bird Sword, but they failed.
Seeing that the edge of the snow curtain was getting closer and closer, the bronze sparrow sword became transparent for a moment as it rushed out, and then stabbed Wang Jianqing's chest and brought out a cluster of blood flowers.