Chapter 323 The Art of Sword
Zuoyou Xian is tall, and his head is almost bare, but the temples still retain two pinches of long hair hanging like a curtain, until the spacious shoulder is in a special shape.
He is at least sixty years old, but his skin is as white and tender as a baby, with a pair of goat-like eyes, a long drooping sparse beard, a curved nose, full of cruel and ruthless smell.
He was wearing a brown-gray Taoist robe. After carrying his hands, he stood firmly like a mountain, and the hilt of the sword was exposed on his left shoulder, which was imposing.
He shot deep and sharp eyes, looked at the Yin Xianhe in front of the bright moon from top to bottom, and said coldly, "Zuo's men have never killed a nameless person, and they will be killed by their names."
Yin Xianhe stared at the left fairy two feet away and said indifferently, "My brother's surname is Yin, and my cheap name is not worth mentioning. You and I have similar habits. Yin has always only killed famous people like Brother Zuo.
Zuo Youxian sneered and said, "What a young person who doesn't know whether to live or die. Pang Dao just practiced 'Ziwu Gang' to the 18th Gong Method. He was suffering from no one to be an opponent. He thought he would get what he wanted today, but it seemed that he would be disappointed again.
Yin Xianhe said: "'Ziwu Gan' is one of the two unique skills of your school's 'true biography of Taoist ancestors'. It is listed as a secret skill of the town school together with ' Renbing swordsmanship'. However, since the founding of your ancestors, no one has been able to perfectly integrate Ziwu Gan and apply it to swordsmanship. Brother Zuo is careful not to draw a tiger as an anti-dog. As long as you find any small flaw in the cooperation for the younger brother, Brother Zuo's trial method will become martyrdom. No wonder it's unpredictable.
Zuo Youxian's expression changed slightly and said, "I didn't expect that the Yin boy had such a deep understanding of the little things I passed on. As for whether there are still flaws in the poor swords and Tongliu, I just want to ask you for your advice." The word "pointing" is very heavy and full of irony.
Gang!
The left-handed fairy sword left the sheath and gave birth to an indestructible indestructive spirit. From the sword front pointing to the crane, it was not only fierce and domineering, but also evil and gloomy.
Yin Xianhe complained in his heart. He knew that this Zuoyou Xian was really one of the eight masters of the Magic Gate. He was full of magic skills and powerfully fought against the sharp sword of this elder-level master. He pretended to be calm and said calmly: "At this time, it is the friend of Haizi. Zuo's Ziwu Kang should be the air flowing between the Sanjiao and the gallbladder scriptures. Look at the finger! "
When he talked about the three focal points and the gallbladder scriptures, the left-handed fairy heart was shocked, and the qi weakened by three points.
Poo!
Two people shake at the same time.
Yin Xianhe shook his head and sighed, "Brother Zuo really has a little way. Although the god is anxious, he is in the vein. The god is separated, and it is deep to rise and fall back and forth, using the falsehood to get the true purpose. Does Brother Zuo still want to try the method by himself?
The Sanjiao he mentioned refers to the vein of Shaoyang of the Sanjiao hand Shaoyang in the twelve meridians, and the gallbladder meridians refers to the vein of Shaoyang. When Hai and Zi Shi alternate, the natural vitality of the human body swims through these two meridians, which is the truth of medical health care in later generations.
Renmai is one of the eight strange meridians, which regulates the yin qi and blood of the yin meridian. It is the "sea of yin veins". At this moment, when Hai arrived, it was almost midnight. It was the time when the yin qi was at its peak. The Ziwu gang of Zuo Youxian flowed in Renmai, which can be said to be the right time.
Zuo Youxian finally couldn't hide his surprise and said harshly, "How do you know how to separate the gods?"
Shang Qingya interrupted: "Sister Mingyue's voice so blatantly, I'm afraid it's not in line with the rules?"
Everyone present suddenly showed that the crane's eyes were bright. It turned out that there was a bright moon to help. As the custodian of the classics of the Holy Emperor, Mingyue's father is also the evil emperor Xiang Yutian. How powerful his experience is. It is not surprising that he can see through the skills of Zuo Youxian.
Mingyue said, "If there are still rules and justices in the world, Qingya, why do you set up a plan to plot on me? If Zuo Youxian really has good skills, even if Mr. Yin has my advice, it is impossible to defeat him.
In fact, there is a harsh condition for helping the enemy to spread the sound, that is, to have extreme trust in the voice-sitter, otherwise you will think about the other party's proposal, and your mind will be affected, that is, you will be looking for death.
When Zuo Youxian learned the original, he was determined and said, "Okay! Zuo wants to see how you break my anger!"
Mingyue said, "Zuo Youxian, your sword gang Tongliu, can be said to be a unique and unique skill of the magic sect. With the transformation of twelve hours, it changes the true qi between the meridians of the human body, through yin and yang, the five elements, and the dark heavenly order. If it can be achieved, it is not far from the realm of the unity of heaven and man."
Zuo Youxian said proudly, "The queen is very accurate."
Mingyue said, "But the only flaw of Ziwu is the separation of God. In a certain situation, there will be a faulty gap in Jiangan. As long as your eyesight and hands and feet are right, if you seize this opportunity, you will be defeated. You only practice to the realm of separation of gods rather than the flow of gods, so there is still a cover door. I know your door, but I can't bear to turn your life into running water. You'd better retreat!"
Zuo Youxian's face tightened, and obviously she was very unconvinced.
Mingyue said again, "Your door is--"
When it comes to specific acupuncture points, it is inaudible. When she passes it on to Zuo Youxian with the kung fu of the sound, otherwise they will have an endless feud.
Zuo Youxian calmed down and stared at the bright moon fiercely. After a while, he nodded and sighed, "Zuo admitted defeat!"
He bowed his hand to Shi Zhixuan and turned around and slipped away.
Anyone knew that he was indeed covered by Mingyue, which made him lose the courage to fight against the enemy.
Yin Xianhe then returned to his seat, and there was a little joy between his eyebrows. It turned out that when he was fighting against the sword of Zuo Youxian, the two people were sympathetic. He strangely noticed that Zuo Youxian's mental strength was concentrated in the twelve righteous times, but Gang was surging at the vein, ready to go, mysterious and unusual, just like the sound of the bright moon. No two.
Although he didn't really have a face this time, he took a glimpse of the mystery of Ziwu, and that kind of surprising spiritual induction, which made him understand that his cultivation was unconsciously refined.
Fu Cailin said, "The evil emperor is coming, and I will teach you the master."
His famous Yi sword is flat on the table. There is no scabbard. It is four feet and five inches long and two inches wide. The sword body is glowing with fluorescent blue light, and the handle and handguard are full of snail patterns, and the shape is elegant and clumsy.
The whole scene vibrated.
The first is that Fu Cailin is finally going to take action.
The name of a person, the shadow of the tree, the three masters are ancient and modern, and the Chinese and foreign martial arts are all proud to witness their skills. This will undoubtedly be of great benefit to future martial arts.
The second is the four words that Fu Cailin said lightly - the evil emperor is coming.
Is Xiang Yutian finally coming?
Compared with the three masters, Xiang Yutian's reputation may be slightly smaller, but Shi Zhixuan's generation doesn't know his horror.
Fu Cailin is the oldest in the field, and he is over 100 years old. He can be called Grandpa Xiang Yutian. In this prosperous world of martial arts, martial arts have a very long life, and it is normal to live for more than a hundred years, but I have never heard of anyone who has lived 240 or 50 years without being grounded like Xiang Yutian!
For some reason, everyone at the scene believed that Xiang Yutian returned to the world after 30 years of his mysterious disappearance and changed his name to Yuan Tianang.
Anlong and Wan Wan looked at Shi Zhixuan, and the latter said, "The man is still 200 miles away, but the speed is extremely fast. At most, there is a scent (PS: five minutes, but also an hour, which means the former) can arrive."
Those who heard it were not stunned. Isn't Xiang Yutian running all the way thousands of miles away?
The bright moon over there came to the field and said, "Master Fu's sword skills are famous all over the world. The little woman has always been predestined, and she is trying to open her eyes today."
Fu Cailin said, "I have no grudges with the queen, but my young apprentice has been calculated by your family. This beam will be untied by my three swords."
Mingyue sat elegantly opposite him and said, "Is Master Fu going to do this?"
Fu Cailin still turned his back to the bright moon and said, "It's okay for the queen to take action. I will block you three tricks, and there will be no resentment between me and Tianmen in the future. Junyu, get out of the way!"
Fu Junyu sat on his left side, expressionless and didn't say a word. Hearing the words, he followed the teacher's order to avoid the banquet and watched the battle with Shang Qingya.
Mingyue's eyes turned to the sword lying on the table and sighed, "The sword is like chess. This table happens to be used as a chessboard. With the master's peerless swordsmanship, there is no difference between sitting still and moving, and there is no difference between big and small. Mingyue has offended!"
Keng!
The long sword in her hand came out of the sheath, but it was not as fancy and full of momentum as the left fairy. She was obviously sitting, giving people the feeling that the peerless fairy was about to dance.
Watching her movements, there is a pleasant feeling at any time.
Only the pupil of Bi Xiuxin in front of the window tightened and whispered, "How can it be? It's a flying-winged sword!"
With colorful phoenix flying wings, my heart is sharp.
The flying wing sword has always been the special sword of the Lord of Jingzhai. Twenty-five years ago, her master would be closed to death and participate in the study of the sword ceremony, so he passed the position of Zhaizhu to his sister Fan Qinghui, and at the same time, he also handed over the flying winged sword.
But how can the flying wing sword appear in the hands of Mingyue now? Did something happen to Qinghui?
In her thoughts, the Yi sword on the table suddenly jumped up and fell into Fu Cailin's hand. At the same time, Mingyue held the scabbard of the flying wing sword in her left hand, holding the hilt in her right hand, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Fu Cailin.
There is an eight-foot-long square wooden table between the two, and they are not aware of any vigor.
The red flowers in the two vases on the table were dead after leaving the mother's body. At this time, there was a second spring. The flowers became bright again, and a few crystal beads of water on the buds condensed and formed.
The spectator's eyes were wide open, and they couldn't imagine who made the flowers appear in such a vision.
Ding!
The flying winged sword makes a clear sound without anyone's pressure, like a spell from the eighteenth floor of hell, and like the sound of nature coming from the nine clouds, this extremely contradictory feeling is perfectly integrated.
At this time, Yi Jian raised a green and strange light, crossed the touching lines beyond the beauty of the world and the truth of heaven and earth, bypassed the vase, and hit the bright moon against the side of the bottle.
The dew on the petals was attracted like an iron magnet, turned into a string of water, rushing to the tip of the sword, and condensed into a ball of smoke in an instant. The front of the sword turned into a little blue light, like the immortal starlight surrounded by clouds, running to the position between the eyes of the bright moon like a meteor.
Even if Fu Cailin still turned his back to the bright moon and didn't look at her at this moment, his position of Yijian was not bad at all, and the angle was so sharp!
This point of starlight has the magic of enchanting soul. As long as there is a gap in the Taoist heart of the bright moon, it will be suppressed and taken advantage of it.
The most beautiful.
It's terrible to the extreme.
Mingyue finally has to face the unparalleled swordsmanship in the world.
At this point, the swordsmanship has indeed reached the peak of the extreme!
Fu Cailin's Yi swordsmanship is emotional. Its subtlety lies in his combination of the feeling of whole heart and soul with the sword. The external feeling is virtual, and the feeling of the soul is real.
If you don't understand his realm, Mingyue is not qualified to sit here and fight with his swords at all.
The blade of the flying wing sword draws a perfect small circle, full of unfathomable but unfathomable taste, and a strange strength was born in the circle.
The star point disappeared, and the dew fog ball still seemed to float slowly towards her, but it happened to be broken by her strange energy.
The bright moon's delicate body trembled slightly, and her upper body shook.
A space star point appeared above the table. Every point seemed to be attacking her, and every point was like practicing the Milky Way, and it was eternally motionless.
It is like the starry sky, with a constant taste in the changing.
The bright moon immediately knew that she was at a low wind.
She just crossed the front of the sword, with both attack and defense, and the unity of heaven and man. That is, with Fu Cailin's ability, it is also difficult to find the flaws in its gaps, and it is even more difficult to play the immortality of using human swords and swords to defeat the enemy. Therefore, with the help of the dew fog, she made a move to throw a stone to ask the way. Although she has melted beautifully, she has changed from traceless to trace, and was restrained by Fu Cailin's swords.
Mingyue could no longer master Fu Cailin's Yijian. He hurriedly collected his mind and restored the waveless state of the ancient well. He looked at the condensed light of the sword in front of him like nothing. His heart knew that he had stopped and wanted to act, and the scabbard swept across.
The scabbard was everywhere, and the light disappeared. The vase reappeared in front of me, and the fog on the flower petals still floated gently from the bottle.
Under the induction of the air machine, the bright moon recycles the scabbard, and picks the flying wing sword to the bottom of the bottle. If it is picked for her, the vase is sprinkled with flying flower leaves and sprinkled on Fu Cailin. With Fu Cailin's ability, it may be worthy of the name.
If there is a trace of flowers and leaves on the body, it will be difficult to continue to compete with Fu Cailin's status.
Unexpectedly, Fu Cailin's sword was like attacking and defending, but the bright moon across the table clearly felt that at the moment when she picked up the vase, the other party's sword must hit her wrist first. That feeling could not be explained by common sense.
Mingyue's heart was not good. She began to know that the other party's previous move was actually aimed at tempting her to take the initiative to attack, but now she has been defeated by Fu Cailin's sword. Not only has it changed from active to passive, but it is also controlled by it. If she can't win back the inferiority, she will be defeated in a few moves.
The most important thing is the sword spirit emitted by Fu Cailin Yijian, which locks her flying wing sword tightly. If she keeps the original style unchanged, when the sword front picks up the incense burner, Yi Jian just stabbed her wrist.
Her only way to respond to the situation is to accurately grasp the attack point of Fu Cailin Yijian according to the current situation, and try to force Fu Cailin to make a hard move against her with two swords to save the decline.
If she withdraws her sword and recovers it, from attack to defense, Fu Cailin will soar the power of the sword and enter the ground under the traction of the air machine. Unless she is willing to escape from the chair, she will never suffer for a long time in the narrow range of the table.
But the only way to solve the problem is to fight against the opponent. He happened to fall into the dead end of being defeated by Fu Cailin's sword, and completely fell into the other party's calculation. There was no need for rich imagination. He also knew that Fu Cailin would not miss a good opportunity to dominate the decisive battle on the table with the skill of Yijian until she was defeated.
Fu Cailin knew the next move of the bright moon, but the bright moon could not grasp the change of the other party's sword moves at all.
With a human sword, with a sword against the enemy.
Fu Cailin took the lead and led Mingyue's nose. If it continues to develop like this, she will definitely die when she is exhausted.
Fortunately, she knew that there would be a change.
Bum!
The window is broken.
rushed into three figures, one of which rolled in like a round ball, and happened to hit the table where the two were fighting.
The leg of the table burst.
The bright moon screamed and flew backwards.
With Fu Cailin's wisdom, he couldn't expect such a situation. He sighed, "The number of days is like this, what can I do?"
Yi Jian returned to the previous state on the table.
He didn't turn around all the time.
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PS: This chapter is very hard. In fact, like the strong master, everyone has a rich set of ideas, which is by no means my level that can be described. So I copied a few paragraphs from the original work. Don't blame me. So far, the original awesome man has appeared on the stage. Just wait for the end of the work.