Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 31 Qingyang Sword, Resting Sword

(It's a bit late, Chunyang's ten steps of martial arts are still being explored, this chapter is an attempt, and is still being adjusted, please recommend tickets, please collect.)

On the martial arts arena.

What attracted Su Qinian the most at this time was a young Taoist priest in his twenties. The young man had an ordinary appearance and was very ordinary. He held a four-foot long knife in his hand.

The young man stood in the martial arts arena. Unlike many martial arts disciples, he was motionless, even with his eyes closed. He pointed his long knife obliquely at the ground, and looked at a middle-aged man in a blue Taoist robe in front of the Qingyang Temple.

"Jiyuan real person!"

Qing Yu let out a low cry, and his eyes fell on the middle-aged man, just like the portrait in the Wudang Historical Records of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he was confident that he would never admit his mistake.

Su Qinian's eyes were also shocked. This is Jiyuan Daoist, the last peak master of Qingyang Peak, who fought with the master of the Desire Demon Sect, one of the thirteen sects of the Demon Sect, in the thunder calamity, and both fell.

A mild-looking middle-aged Taoist priest stood quietly in front of the Qingyang Hall with a whisk in his hand. Following his gaze, Su Qinian returned to the young Taoist priest.

hum!

After a few breaths, there was a faint buzzing sound, which seemed to be born from the soul of a person, but at this moment, Su Qinian's mental power was restored, and his eyes were fixed on the long knife in the young man's hand. The blade of the blade was trembling with a very small amplitude, and this kind of subtle control of power was beyond Su Qinian's imagination.

groan!

There was another very faint sound of the sword, and Qingyu's eyes were bright, staring at the real person Jiyuan. Although the real person did not have a sword on his body, he had an intuition that the sound of the sword came from the hand of the real person.

Regardless of whether it was the sound of the knife or the sound of the sword, it would soar up after a while, stirring up the sky light, making the entire sky dim slightly.

At this moment, the three of Su Qinian only felt extremely small, and the mere sound of swords and swords made their breathing stagnate, giving birth to a deep sense of powerlessness.

At this time, many figures in the martial arts field also stopped their movements, and everyone's eyes stayed on the young Taoist priest and Jiyuan real person.

With the passage of time, the aura of the young Taoist priest became more and more powerful, and even Su Qinian and the others had a glaring feeling at first glance, which was the sharp aura of a knife.

On the other hand, Master Jiyuan, although the sound of sword chanting became more and more intense, he still looked calm, unobtrusive, and as gentle as jade.

After half a cup of tea, the aura of the young Taoist climbed to the peak, and the wind and clouds in the nine heavens were changing, and the brilliance of the blue-golden sun seemed to have become weak under the edge of the knife.

Su Qinian's eyes widened. This is a real martial arts master, or he has walked a long distance on the road of martial arts. Such momentum, even causing changes in the celestial phenomena, is already beyond his imagination.

Suddenly, the young Taoist priest opened his eyes, and the sky and the earth were dark. He raised his feet and took a step, but he only took one step, but it seemed that he had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and the sky was so close, and he was condensed under his feet. Zhang's land.

Clang!

The young Taoist priest drew out his sword, the light of the sword was bright, and it seemed to illuminate the good and evil in the world in an instant.

scoff!

The air was torn apart by the light of the knife, and the vacuum was broken. Wherever the light of the knife passed, the void was slightly distorted, as if everything had become unreal.

There was a blank in Su Qinian's eyes, only this knife was left in Su Qinian's eyes. In the ancestral orifice courtyard, the illusory pale white knife shadow trembled slightly, showing faint signs of recovery.

groan!

At the moment when the young Taoist priest slashed down with his sword, the sound of the sword's chant also rose to the extreme. On the sky, the blue-golden sun suddenly dimmed, and then a blue-golden sword light bloomed from the nine heavens. Became the only one in this world.

However, before the three of Su Qinian saw the sword light clearly, they saw a flash in the void and then disappeared.

Ding!

With the sound of metal and iron clanging, Qing Yu couldn't help but gasp as soon as he turned his eyes, and even his voice trembled slightly.

"Qingyang Sword!"

It was a long sword that could be three feet nine inches long, the whole body was blue-gold, crystal clear like jade, and the blade seemed to have brilliance flowing. Facing upwards, it resisted the long knife in the hands of the young Taoist priest.

The swords and swords intersected, silently, with the two as the center, the void twisted violently, and even many people in the martial arts field changed their expressions, and some of the disciples who were slightly less cultivated all retreated one after another.

For example, the three of Su Qinian also felt an extremely sad tearing force transmitted from the void. They are simply far away from each other. Although the tearing force is not small, it can still withstand it.

But at this moment, Su Qinian and the others couldn't care less. All three of them fixed their gazes on the Qingyang Sword floating in the air. Martial arts in the world are also extremely rare. Since the fall of the real Jiyuan five hundred years ago, they have disappeared without a trace.

"Relying on the primordial spirit is the art of controlling the sword!"

Qing Yu took a deep breath, and couldn't help sighing, it belongs to the means of the top figures in the martial arts. After training the primordial spirit, you can use the psychic weapon to entrust your body, and use the god to control things, almost supernatural means, enough to kill the enemy thousands of miles away outside.

"If you guessed correctly, this knife is the unique "Life-saving Knife" of Qingyang Peak, the virtue of following the sky, and grasping the fate," the fat man also added, "There is even a generation of three-crazy Taoists who commented on Wudang's various martial arts, bluntly If this "Xiu Ming Dao" is practiced to the peak, it will not be inferior to ordinary top martial arts."

……

The sword was useless, the young Taoist put his sword back into its sheath, but he didn't make any more moves.

Master Jiyuan smiled, took the Qingyang sword with his hand, and waved the whisk lightly with the other hand. In the martial arts field, all the disciples dispersed, only the young Taoist priest and another man and woman stayed behind.

Some disciples walked by the three of Su Qinian, and regarded the three as air, as if they did not exist.

"Hey!"

The fat man couldn't help but opened his mouth, and stretched out his hand to grab someone, but he didn't want to pull it away, so his hand went straight through the disciple's chest.

fake!

Qing Yu's eyes were a little dull, while Su Qi Nian pondered. This seemed to be akin to a soul deterrent technique. It was like a phantom world in front of him, outlining all kinds of realities, which made people believe it was real.

However, this kind of soul deterring technique is far from what Su Qinian can do now, even the invisible sharpness has evolved, almost confusing the real, if it is not for the fat man, it is impossible to see the false and the real.

"This primordial spirit world belongs to Jiyuan Daoist. If everything in front of you is good, it is most likely because of his memory." Su Qinian said.

"Memory?" Qing Yu was stunned, and said, "In other words, this memory is also real, and it really existed in the past."

"That's right, it's probably like this." Fatty Qingye was a little depressed, "Don't say that Jiyuan Daoist had fallen five hundred years ago, even if he didn't die, he couldn't live past five hundred years, even the Master of Destiny can hardly do it. "

In front of Qingyang Hall.

At this moment, Master Jiyuan didn't move, and the young Taoist priest and the other two didn't move either. The four of them just stood still like this, which made Su Qinian and the three of them a little puzzled.

When they came to the martial arts arena, the three of Su Qinian looked around. Everything in front of them was the Qingyang Palace that existed in the memory of Master Jiyuan, which belonged to the peak of Qingyang Peak in the past.

pity.

The three of them looked at each other, and they all saw regret in the eyes of the other two. Five hundred years of time were like a sword, and almost all traces were cut off.

"What are they trying to do?"

After half a stick of incense, the fat man said suspiciously, he looked at the four people in front of the Qingyang Temple not far away, and the four of them didn't move after half a stick of incense.

Hearing this, Su Qinian and Qing Yu were also a little curious. They could vaguely see that apart from Master Jiyuan, the three young Taoist priests seemed to be the best among the disciples of Qingyang Peak in that generation, especially the young Taoist priest. It's too amazing. In the Wudang Mountains, where swordsmanship is revered, it is really rare, even unbelievable, to have such a sword technique.

How to get the broken inheritance of Qingyang Peak? In this mysterious and unpredictable world of primordial spirits, the three of Su Qinian finally decided that if there is a real inheritance, it probably exists in the Qingyang Pavilion next to the Qingyang Hall. (It's a bit late, Chunyang's ten steps of martial arts are still being explored, this chapter is an attempt, and is still being adjusted, please recommend tickets, please collect.)

(End of this chapter)