Chapter 8: Pure Yang

For warriors, the human body is a treasure.

Hands, feet, elbows, and even the head are all parts that can be cultivated. Higher and more clearly, while polishing and practicing kung fu, while practicing true qi, after a great success, you can cross the army, and take the head of the enemy like a bag to get things.

The practitioner is different. The starting point at the beginning is far higher than that of the martial artist. The martial artist taps his own potential, but the potential of the human body is limited. There is always a time when it is exhausted. The highest achievement can be achieved is the innate realm, which is the end of the warrior. Practitioners are different. They feel the road of heaven and earth, and what they vomit is the aura of heaven and earth. There is no limit to the road of practice. For example, the pure yang qi that is absolutely difficult to cultivate in the eyes of martial arts, and the cold qi is only ordinary in the eyes of practitioners. All the spiritual qi in the world can be called aura, which can be absorbed by practitioners.

Therefore, practitioners are also known as qi practitioners.

Pure yang thirteen swords, superior swordsmanship, the highest level is the pure yang spirit all over the sword body, when dancing, there is a scorching air raging, and the power is terrible. Ordinary martial arts have no opportunity. Even if it is the innate realm of practice, I'm afraid they can't use this pure yang spirit. But for Su Yue, the qi of pure yang is not rare at all. The scorching sun on the sky is the root of the qi of pure yang. When Jinwuyao's sun picture is visualization, what is absorbed into the body is the pure yang qi!

This pure yang thirteen swords has never been practiced to the highest level, so it can only be the best swordsmanship, but now the swordsmanship that operates with the spirit of pure yang is far from the first class.

"How is it possible..."

Su Wu was proficient in a hundred martial arts, and naturally came into contact with the Chunyang Thirteen Swords. Seeing that Su Yue's sword was red, as if there was a burning flame, his first reaction was not surprise, but fear!

"How can a concubine give birth to a child and cultivate the spirit of pure yang? It's impossible!"

He muttered, Su Wu took a deep breath and cut at Su Yue with a knife.

The wide long knife suddenly trembled, and a ten-foot-long knife breath burst out, roared and pulled, and quickly crossed to Su Yue.

"Pure Yang Thirteen Swords..."

Su Yue's eyes were cold and he said faintly.

The wrist suddenly turned over, as if the red sword wrapped in flames emitted a crisp sword, and an inexplicable chill came out. However, Su Yue's eyebrows frowned. When the sound of the sword was revealed, he heard a slight click from the inside of the sword body. He immediately understood that this iron weapon could not withstand the pure yang qi and was about to disintegrate by itself.

But it doesn't matter. The important thing is to be able to fight. The long sword in Su Yue's hand trembled frequently, either picked, stabbed, or chopped, shooting out a dozen sword shadows, and caged the oncoming knife spirit.

It's like the melting of ice and snow. Su Yue's sword gas entangled the knife gas, and after several entanglements, it was annihilated at the same time. However, Su Yue's figure flashed. He jumped out from the shadow of the sword with a long sword in his hand. Under the stirring of his hands, several fierce swords burst out, forming a sword net, covering Su Wu.

This sword net, every silk thread, is a red pure yang. After combining it, it becomes a big net with a burning atmosphere.

"Break the sword!"

The oncoming sword net made Su Wu pale, and he immediately affirmed that Su Yue really cultivated the Chunyang Thirteen Swords to the highest level. In addition to being shocked, he regrets a little. If he takes advantage of the upper hand just now, he will not be given Su Yue a chance to use his swordsmanship. At the critical moment of life and death, it is too late to think too much. Although Su Wu's character is inferior, his fighting experience is indeed much better than Su Yue. At this juncture, he knows that he can't give in and must break through the sword net to defeat Su Yue. At that moment, he used a strong and unusually broken saber, and split seven knives one after another, trying to break the fiery red sword net.

However, how could Su Yue sit back and watch Su Wu break through the net? At that moment, he sneered and wiped his finger on the body of the sword, but he saw a red light shooting out of the body of the sword and went straight to Su Wu's chest.

At the same time, the long sword stabbed forward and wanted to seal the throat with a sword.

"This rebel!"

Marquis Jianning couldn't sit still anymore. He suddenly stood up and couldn't see the extreme. Su Wu is undoubtedly his favorite son. Now when he sees that Su Yue wants to kill Su Wu with every sword, he is also angry in his heart. He completely forgets the idea that he just wanted to subdue Su Yue. He held his fists tightly and couldn't help but want to take action.

However, the lieutenant on the edge of the campus had already noticed it. With a faint glance, Jianninghou's face turned pale and sat weakly on the chair...

The meaning of the lieutenant is very clear. The comparison is a comparison. It depends on strength to win, and no one can intervene!

"If you really kill Wu'er, I want you to bury Wu'er!"

Su Tiegong did not dare to disobey the lieutenant. He took a deep breath, and there was an extremely cold look in his eyes.

"Break it for me! Broken! Break it!"

I never thought that I would be forced to this extent. Su Wu's eyes were also bleeding red. Obviously, he also began to go crazy. The long knife in his hand was almost like thunder, constantly chopping, and the true qi in the meridians was surging, and there was a wisp of sweat steaming behind his head.

The old and spicy fighting experience made Su Wu successfully break through the sword net, cut the long knife into a cut, and scratched Su Yue's neck.

"If you have the courage, stab it down and exchange your life for another life!"

Su Wu gave up all defense. He just deflected his body and avoided the key point of the heart, but his shoulder was penetrated by the red light used by Su Yue, and the blood flowed. He didn't feel anything. He only saw Su Yue's neck in his eyes. This knife was the most tragic knife, and he was going to exchange his life for his life!

There was a cold shuttle around his neck, and Su Yue's hair stood up all over his body, but he didn't expect Su Wu to be so decisive, attacking instead of defending, extremely fierce. But he really didn't want to change his life with Su Wu. He could only sigh and pull back the long sword that stabbed Su Wu's throat.

"Waste is a waste after all. Although it can fight for your life, you dare not change your life. Since you collect your sword and come back, I will cut your head with a knife..." Su Wu's heart surged with joy. He knew that he had bet right. Su Yue really did not dare to exchange his life with him. At present, he not only did he not collect the knife, but he was even more desperate and determined to cut off Su Yue's head. .

Ding!

The sword collided again, but Su Yue blocked the long knife with a sword.

Sneer...

Su Yue seemed to be pushed and rejected by a force. Under his pale face, he involuntarily glided backwards, and the sound of the soles of the shoes rubbing against the ground came from the campus.

After a continuous retreat, Su Yue's face was a little ugly. The long knife was thick and heavy, and it had an advantage when fighting with the sword. In addition, Su Wu was born with divine power. Under the collision, there was severe pain from the tiger's mouth, and he almost couldn't help dropping the sword.

And Su Wu was not uncomfortable. He did not retreat, but his hand holding the long knife trembled. If someone looked closer, he would definitely find that Su Wu's wrist was scorched black, which was burned by the qi of pure yang. Su Yue's strength is not as strong as Su Wu, and his strength is far worse, but this pure yang qi is extremely strange. It not only burns the body, but also spreads along the meridians, making the true qi in Su Wu's body run around, and there is a sense of hotness in the meridians.

In the long run, the meridians will be severely damaged.

The two stared at each other, with a little less hatred on their faces, deeply buried in the bottom of their hearts. Instead of hatred, it was a serious look.

The fight in several rounds turned out to be an equal situation. Both of them were injured, but the gap was not big. Su Wu can't accept this result, and Su Yue can't accept it even more!

"Come and fight!"

I don't know who roared. The two suddenly collided with each other, and the swords and shadows flashed.

Shu...

More than a dozen rounds passed in the blink of an eye, and both of them were damaged, but they both gritted their teeth and fought with red eyes. They flew wildly and beat the ground on the campus.

"This is an endless situation. Whoever retreats will lose..."

Someone sighed.

Everyone nodded one after another, but they were still staring at the two people fighting in the field.

Li Yan, the son of Zhennan Marquis, secretly clenched his fist, with a complicated look in his eyes. He thought that his opponent was only Su Wu, but he didn't expect that Su Yue appeared out of thin air, which was also so strong.

From the fierce battle between the two, Li Yan saw that he was no one's opponent.

"Drink!"

Su Yue and Su Wu collided again, and at the same time, they shouted, and the swords were against each other, and the sparks were drawn out.

The two people's heads are against each other, and the tip of their nose is only three inches away from each other, and they can even feel the hot breath in the other's nostrils. Su Yue's eyes were more hateful. Sixteen years of torture and the hatred of killing his mother forced him to go crazy. Su Wu's expression is also very firm. He must kill Su Yue today, otherwise it must be a big problem for this boy to grow up.

Bum!

I don't know how many violent collisions there are, and then each has its own damage to retreat. In each round, both sides have a lot of damage, but they have no intention to retreat. On the contrary, the next battle can burst out stronger strength.

The two of them are no longer overdrafting their physical strength, but overstretrating their potential! Sweat has already soaked them all over. As long as the battle is over, both of them will definitely collapse.

"Ah, I'm so angry!"

Another collision, Su Wu decisively threw away the long knife in his hand and fell to the ground with a howling. Every time he fought, a wisp of hot pure yang gas would enter his meridians. He gritted his teeth and suppressed it for a long time. Finally, he could not suppress it. He felt that what was surging in his meridians was not true qi, but hot magma, and his internal organs seemed to be steaming on the cage.

This kind of severe pain in the body is a hundred times more painful than trauma. Su Yue couldn't bear it at all. He immediately rolled all over the ground and howled.

"Hahaha, I won..."

Su Yue's mouth was bleeding, but he laughed happily. Although he was seriously injured by Su Wu's vigorous shock, he was still standing on the court after all, and the final winner was still him.

Eighteen years of humiliation, I finally raised my eyebrows today. That kind of pleasure almost made Su Yue feel like floating...

Under the eyes of everyone's consternment and awe, Su Yue laughed a few times, but his eyes were cold, and he walked to Su Wu step by step with his sword.

"Su Wu, it's over..."

When everyone saw Su Yue's murderous eyes, their hearts suddenly trembled.

Jianninghou's face was even more ugly. He held the handle of the chair with one hand and fell deeply into it. He could hardly resist the desire to take action.

Wow...

However, at this critical moment, a wisp of blue smoke suddenly appeared from the red sword in Su Yue's hand, and then cracked several cracks, becoming a few pieces of scrap iron falling to the ground.

The sword made of iron has endured the pure yang for so long, and finally died.

But this time is too inappropriate...

The lieutenant looked at Su Yue and said lightly.

"This battle is a draw."