Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 145 Guizang Sword, Xiantian Sword

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Han River.

As the largest tributary of the Yangtze River, the water of the Han River is sometimes clear and crystal clear, and sometimes turbid and turbulent.

In Su Qinian's memory, during those [-] years sixteen years ago, the Han River was much smaller than it is now, and this world was countless times larger than in his memory.

People always have inexhaustible curiosity. Now, on the bank of the Han River, hundreds of people from the rivers and lakes have gathered. They look at the Han River and under the Zigai Mountain, wanting to admire the demeanor of this generation of Guizang knife inheritors.

Su Qinian is also curious. "Book of Changes" is the first of all classics, and it is the "Sword of Death" that he is carrying now, and even the first style of the specious "Subduing Dragon Palm". There is a reason for the change of the universe in Zhouyi. After "Zhouyi", there are more ancient "Xiantian", "Lianshan", and "Guizang". They are all older than Wenwang. There is no way to verify.

Up to now, only the Xizong lineage on Zigai Mountain has mastered the complete "Xiantian Yi". It has been passed down from generation to generation, and it seems to be traced back to the ancient tribal era, one of the leaders of the human race, the Fuxi clan.

A generation of Guizang Dao is passed down to the present world, and a dead tree crosses the river, pointing directly at Zigai Mountain in Zhongxian. Needless to say, this will be a collision of two big numbers.

""Gui Zang Yi", "Xian Tian Yi"..."

At the foot of Zigai Mountain, by the waterside of the Han River, Su Qinian murmured, these two big numbers, he captured the words of people from all over the world at this time, and he also vaguely understood that the successors of the two big numbers, almost every generation, competed and fought against each other. There are high and low, so after several generations, the two inheritances compete from the second-rate to the first-rate, and then from the first-rate to the top.

Today, "Xiantian Yi" also claims to be Fuxi's Yi, and "Zhou Yi" was performed by King Wen, only "Gui Zang" and "Lian Shan" have no clue or origin.

"arrive!"

Someone whispered, Su Qinian raised his head, and saw a dead tree on the water of the Han River in the distance, like an arrow, riding the wind and waves, galloping towards it like lightning.

Standing on the dead wood was a young man in a gray robe with a somewhat dull face, but from those eyes, Su Qinian seemed to see the ups and downs of everything in the world.

The young man was carrying a four-foot-long red sandalwood box, dotted with gold stars shining in the sun, filled with purple air. Needless to say, the knife box must be the world-famous Guizang knife.

"A psychic weapon, I really want to see a thing or two. If I can touch it with my own hands, I will have no regrets in this life."

"A hundred years ago, this Guizang Dao was ranked No. [-] in the weapon list. After a hundred years, it has already reached No. [-]."

"Guizang Dao and Xiantian Sword have won and lost each other in the past dynasties, so they are listed in the ninety-fifth place in the weapon list."

Many quacks lamented that there are still some psychic weapons in the world, but those that can be listed on the weapon spectrum are all rare magic weapons in the world, and their mystery is beyond ordinary people's understanding.

"I just don't know if this generation of Guizang Dao and Xiantian Sword's descendants can now have the power to control the Divine Sword and Divine Sword."

The magic weapon is psychic, even half of the top, and even some magic soldiers have been psychic for a long time, even ordinary top soul masters, there is nothing they can do.

Needless to say, the magical weapon that can be listed on the weapon spectrum, I am afraid that ordinary top souls can't do anything about it.

Is the dull young man the successor of this generation of Guizang Dao?

Many people in the rivers and lakes are a little disappointed, especially some young men and women, they yearn for an outstanding and stunning demeanor, but obviously, the heir of Guizang Dao in front of them has not given them such a sense.

The only thing to be gratified about is that he is young, he doesn't look like a weak crown, but he doesn't know how much skill and saber technique, and he has almost become the essence of Lianjiaguizang Dao.

The dead wood crosses the river and stops on the riverside side of Zigai Mountain. The dead wood rises and falls, and the dull young man stands on it, looking up at the top of the mountain.

This stop made Su Qinian's eyes look solemn, and ordinary people in the world could not sense it, but he clearly caught a hidden and hidden sharpness, which belongs to the way of the sword, and only the same comprehension Only those who practice martial arts can sense the sharpness of their weapons.

"Little brother, I see that you also practice swords, but you have to watch carefully. If it is not for generations to fight for power, how can we have such a blessing."

This is an old man with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles from the world. Standing beside Su Qinian, he is holding an old smoking pipe and shaking off the burnt soot inside.

"Look, those are the sects and aristocratic families around Xiangyang City. Since Guizang Dao entered Xiangyang Prefecture, people have been sent to watch it. Now they are all here to observe this battle."

The old smoker talked to himself, regardless of whether Su Qinian was willing to listen, but not far away, some young people flocked over, walking the rivers and lakes, the older the better the treasure, not to say how good the martial arts are, but the three teachings and nine streams. All kinds of ways are clear in the heart, and for the younger generation, it can be regarded as a living legend storybook.

"The old man said, it's all those sects and aristocratic families."

A young man asked a question, and his footsteps were deep and shallow. Su Qinian knew at a glance that the foundation building skills had not been practiced well, and the muscles and bones had not been tempered. Looking at the body shape and the posture method, most of this group of young people are practicing "Galloping Horse" Jin's ordinary family background.

"Hehe, listen up, little ones, it's Qi Jianzhi Feng Family, Zizhu Gang, Zhenquan Sword School, Lu Ming Dao Xiao Family..."

The old man mentioned a series of names of sects and aristocratic families, including first-rate, second-rate, and third-rate. Most likely, many sects and family members in Xiangyang Prefecture have come. The heirs of the two top inheritances, the first battle they have been waiting for for many years has finally arrived. Perhaps this is not the last battle, but it represents the beginning of the two major battles of "Gui Zang" and "Xian Tian" in this generation.

"Hey, it's a pity, the threshold of these aristocratic families and sects is always so high, those of us with one or two levels of "Galloping Horse Strength" cultivation base don't like it at all."

"That's right, who can eat meat every day these days, not to mention the tonic monster meat, if I can do that, I can also practice the fourth level of "Galloping Horse Strength", no! Fifth level!"

This group of young people seemed to be rather frustrated. Someone noticed Su Qinian, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Little brother, you have come out to wander the world at such a young age. I would like to advise you to go home as soon as possible. The road is dangerous, one day the head will be tied to the waistband of the trousers, maybe one day it will be picked off by someone, or it will fall into the belly of a monster, and there are parents at home, so it is not far away."

This is a young man who looks a little rough. There are many patches and some rips on the coarse cloth robe. He has rolled up his sleeves and carries a rough iron sword with fine gaps on his back, which is tied to his back with only a piece of cloth.

But when the young man spoke like this, the group of young people who were still in high spirits and asked about the old smoker's news became a little silent. Someone seemed to have thought of something and sighed softly.

There are too many people chasing dreams, they are just a small clump of weeds, the wild fire will never burn out, but when the spring breeze blows, the rebirth will no longer be their stubble.

But Su Qinian laughed, and said: "If you have a dream, you can have a heart, if you have a heart, you can have love. With your parents, you can return from a long journey, as long as you have a heart."

As long as you have a heart?

A group of young people chewed on these four words, and looked at Su Qinian's eyes a little strangely. This young man who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old could actually say such words. Looking at him in a dark blue robe, he didn't look like The children of some kind of aristocratic family from a famous family, at least they don't have the arrogant and overlooking temperament they sometimes feel.

Only the long knife wrapped in blue cloth, with a simple handle, seemed to be worth a few taels of silver.

"Here we come! Look! Someone has come down from Zigai Mountain!"

Suddenly, people's voices exploded by the Han River, and Su Qinian felt it, and looked at a cliff on Zigai Mountain facing the Han River.

Once learning green yarn, jumping on the cliffs, like walking on flat ground, every step seems to exhaust the mountain energy, blending with the energy of the Zigai Mountain, it is impeccable, and there is no trace of flaws.

"Hey, you found it so quickly."

The airy young man followed Su Qinian's gaze, a little fuzzy, but don't think about it, it should be the innate sword successor of Xizong's generation.

Zigai Mountain, which is nearly two hundred feet high, came down after only ten breaths of learning green gauze. It was a woman as graceful as jade, with a beautiful appearance, about twenty-nine years old.

The long dress in green gauze is tied around the waist, with blue silk like a waterfall, a nose like jade, and a graceful figure like the breeze rippling, especially the pair of eyes that are calmer than autumn waters, which seem to contain the clouds of nine days. Unwavering.

He didn't see any movement, a piece of green bamboo by the river broke off, flew up into the air, landed just under his jade feet, and then landed on the calm, slightly rippling river.

Xizong of Zigai Mountain, the descendant of this generation of Xiantian sword, is such a young and stunning woman?

By the side of the Han River, a group of people gathered in the martial arts world could clearly see that behind this beautiful woman in a green gauze dress, she was also carrying a four-foot-long purple pear sword box on her back.

In the sword box, it seems to be the Xiantian sword that is also ranked [-]th in the weapon spectrum.

Homing the knife!Innate sword!

This is a martial art or magic weapon that contains the essence of two innumerable essences. The two heirs of this generation have finally appeared in the world.

"Treading water and Lingbo, this requires a lot of martial arts. I heard that it is only possible to do it if you cultivate the true energy of the inner family and master the strength to the smallest detail..."

The airy young man murmured, looking at Su Qinian again, but ignored him, his gaze fell on the river with solemn eyes.

When he lowered his gaze again, the man and the woman on the Han River water attacked almost at the same time without saying a word.

Withered trees facing the river, a dull young man from Guizang Daolian’s family scooped up a pool of river water, and he spilled it with a wave of his hand, dripping water into a knife, glowing with waves, the blade was rough and ten feet long, the air was torn apart, and a pale Vacuum cracks. (Ask for a monthly ticket, the genuine subscription is the biggest support for ten steps, and the writing feels better and better)

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