Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 504 Jianmenguan, Innate Sword Spirit!

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Shouyuan disappeared for another five years.

This is the result of Su Qinian's efforts to cut it off, otherwise the devouring power originating from nothingness may take another ten years of his lifespan to stop.

Su Qinian took a deep breath. Although the road to breaking the catastrophe has a direction, but now it seems that it is not that simple. What kind of existence in the emptiness intercepts the life essence, even if he penetrates the emptiness with the dragon soul, it is difficult to see Reality, as if it does not exist in this time and space, is really unimaginable to the extreme.

Reining in his thoughts, Su Qinian took a step forward and fell into the cave world.

After a stick of incense.

Shu Road, Guangyuan Prefecture, Jiange County.

For people in the martial arts world of the great Han rivers and lakes, Jiange County can be regarded as a wonderland of martial arts.

Between the big and small sword mountains, the seventy-mile plank road is like a sword, so-called Jiange, which is the first-class place to realize swords in the world.

There are even rumors that the sword pavilions between the big and small sword mountains were cut out by the sword master of Shushan Mountain from the top of Shushan Mountain across several states with a single sword. The demon emperor, who was later captured, was imprisoned in the demon lock tower.

Since then, the original only one sword mountain was divided into two big and small ones by a single sword, and the seventy-mile sword pavilion between the two mountains has also become a world-famous place for sword enlightenment, and even some strange creatures were born in it, which is Mount Shu. As disciples, a large number of disciples come here every year to practice and even look for opportunities.

The sun rises.

About thirty miles away from the two sword mountains, the air was slightly rippling, and Su Qinian's figure appeared from the virtual to the real.

As he thought about it, his snow-white long hair fluttered gently in the wind. Su Qinian was walking on the mountain road, and not long after, he saw martial artists in twos and threes, most of them were carrying weapons, and most of them were sword learners.

The swordsmanship of the Shu Road was very strong, and Shushan's swordsmanship was famous all over the world, from Qingming to Jiuyou. Many young people dreamed of worshiping at the gate of Shushan since childhood, learning the art of controlling the sword, and entering and leaving Qingming.

"Hey, another little Wudang fairy?"

"It's ridiculous that young people follow the crowd with their parents affected by their bodies and hair."

From a distance, after seeing Su Qinian, some people in the world were startled first, and then showed regret. On the way to Jiange, they have seen dozens of young people dressed like this, most of them are vain As soon as people try, they will reveal their secrets, leaving only jokes.

Therefore, after seeing Su Qinian again, they only had contempt and ridicule in their hearts. In their view, the behavior of these young people was really childish and ridiculous.

There was a strange look in his eyes. With Su Qi's current spiritual cultivation, he could guess everything from a single glance.

Of course, with the benefit of the soul deterring technique, one can subdue the spirit and intercept the memories of these ordinary martial artists, but for Su Qinian, unless he is the enemy of life and death, he will never easily explore the hearts of others. He is comparable to a top soul figure, but he still maintains the most basic respect for ordinary people.

This is the principle of his conduct in the world, adhering to a bright heart, he does not seek to save the world from suffering, but seeks to have a clear conscience.

Shaking his head lightly, he didn't care about the thoughts of these people in the world. At his current level of cultivation, majesty no longer needs to be supported by pure force, but has gradually reached a state of divine clarity.

Su Qinian walked with his hands behind his back, his steps were neither fast nor slow, and his whole body did not show aura. From the eyes of those people in the world, it seemed like a posturing. Looking at his footsteps in a vain manner, he might not have practiced the foundation building skills How many floors, I really don't know the depth of the rivers and lakes, thousands of dead bodies, buried every year, too many without names.

The only thing that makes these people in the rivers and lakes admire is Su Qinian's temperament. Although he is not as rich as jade, he is similar. Although he does not have a strong cultivation momentum, his white hair is like snow. It seemed very natural, and even the vicissitudes of life that shrouded it seemed to be real, adding a bit of strange attraction.

"Good skin, but unfortunately I don't know how to make progress."

"Going to Jiange to join in the fun, if you don't have a few brushes, it will be a chicken and egg fight."

Several people from the Jianghu shook their heads and quickened their pace to leave. This year is the thirty-sixth year of the Jiange, and it is rumored that another sword spirit will be born soon.

Sword Spirit!

Su Qinian's gaze shifted, the Jiange conceived a sword spirit, this is a well-known event, the reason why he and the Elder Yifeng had set a date for half a month was because he planned to go to the Jiange first.

Although there are not many psychic soldiers in the world, there are still many, but it is extremely difficult to get a follower of a psychic soldier. Except for the first generation of military masters, the psychic soldiers have spirits and are often unwilling to follow others again. It is easy and difficult for a top soul figure to subdue a divine soldier.

And the sword spirit is a spirituality formed by the innate sword spirit bred in the sword pavilion. As long as you can withstand the raging sword spirit in the sword pavilion, you can get this sword spirit. Once the spirit enters, one can immediately obtain a psychic sword, which will not change until death.

Even Shu Mountain, although known as the Holy Land of Sword Dao, but the preciousness of a sword spirit is enough to tempt the hearts of top souls.

But it is a pity that for the top primordial spirits, the Jiange is like a burial place, and the remaining sword intent on the seventy-mile plank road has a unique feeling for the primordial spirit. Once a primordial spirit enters, they will suffer the most ruthless strangulation This is recorded in the history of martial arts. Once a Shushan sword king entered the sword spirit on the day when the sword spirit was born. A generation of Shushan sword masters would probably die if they made a move.

So far, the Jiange has become a forbidden place for Yuanshen, which can only accommodate the existence of first-class Hunyuan Realm at most.

This also gives all sword practitioners in the martial arts world a great opportunity, great fortune, even if it is a third-rate Open Heaven Realm, the existence that has just established a foundation, may also be recognized by the sword spirit. Although the chance is very slim, but for thousands of years , or occasionally, as to whether it can be kept, it is another matter.

According to rumors, the psychic holy sword Everlasting Hate was forged from a sword spirit, and the innate sword spirit has infinite possibilities.

Of course, not every thirty-six years, there must be a sword spirit born. Sometimes, people's fate is shallow, and the sword spirit that was born that year will escape into the depths of the sword pavilion and never be born again.

Regardless of the antecedents, breaking into the Demon Suo Tower at night is no small matter. If he sneaked into a forbidden area of ​​the town, even if he directly killed him on the spot, he would not be able to say much about it.

And if there is anything that has the greatest allure for Shushan, there is no doubt that it is the sword spirit from the Jiange.

This is also the ultimate that Su Qinian can achieve. It is the style of the great masters to be courteous before soldiers. His Qingyang Peak lineage has a long history, and his reputation cannot be lost in his hands.

Qing Yu.

There was thought in Su Qinian's eyes, he would not be ignorant of where the Demon Locking Tower is, and even if he knew, he would sneak in forcibly. If there was no reason for this, Su Qinian would never believe it. In the Qingyang Palace, the right arm is empty, who cut off the arm, now it seems that the story in it is mostly intriguing.

After half an hour.

A few miles apart, Su Qinian saw two ancient mountains, one big and one small, like swords.

Between the two ancient mountains, the cliffs are straight, and a long plank road extends into the distance.

That is the Jiange, the gate of the Jiange, also known as the Jianmen, before the so-called Jianmen Pass, the primordial spirit cannot cross, for the top figures, the Jianmen is the gate of ghosts, stepping into the Jianmen and entering the Jiange is like entering the gate of ghosts.

At this time, although the sun had just risen, thousands of people had already gathered in front of the sword gate.

Thousands of people from the martial arts world came from various states of the Han Dynasty, many martial arts sects, aristocratic families, and even a large number of casual cultivators, all for the sword spirit who was about to be born in the sword pavilion.

The temptation of a psychic weapon is so great, especially for people in the martial arts world, it is enough to make them go on and on, regardless of life and death.

It is a heavy weapon capable of suppressing the background of a top sect and aristocratic family. It is supported by the method of raising soldiers. Once the critical moment of life and death is reached, the blood sacrifice to the divine soldiers will burst out with shocking power.

and many more!

The next moment, with a sweep of his gaze, even with Su Qinian's state of mind, the corners of his mouth could not help twitching slightly, because in front of the sword gate, he saw a dozen figures, all of whom were dressed in pure white robes with purple ribbons, white hair like snow, more than a dozen figures. This young man looks calm and indifferent, but the curiosity and excitement that sometimes reveal in the depths of his pupils are still exposed.

"Hey, there's another one!"

"There are so many little Wudang gods, is this a gathering of gods? Hahahaha..."

"However, there is a bit of temperament. I'm afraid it's just pretending. When it comes to real swords and guns, I'll be cowardly."

Many people in Jianghu noticed Su Qinian and joked wantonly. It is really hard for others not to notice that this white hair is too eye-catching.

He was quite speechless, but Su Qinian would not get angry with these people. He walked towards the sword gate, and there were people coming in and out of the sword gate from time to time. Those who went in were full of energy and confidence, but most of them came out. He was mentally weak, his whole body was tattered and covered with bloody sword marks.

There are many masters.

After reaching the sword gate for several miles, Su Qinian gradually noticed that some people with profound cultivation were first-class Hunyuan Realm masters. There are thousands of people here who have stepped into the first-class Hunyuan Realm. There are nearly two hundred people.

Su Qinian understood in his heart that Jiange Yuanshen was difficult to get through, and under Yuanshen, the first-class Primordial Realm became the most important force to compete for the sword spirit.

Without walking into Jianmen in the first place, Su Qinian stopped at the foot of the cliff tens of feet away from Jianmen, and his spiritual will overflowed his body soundlessly. There were two sword mountains, one large and one small. As soon as the spiritual will approached, I felt a hidden deep edge, the sharpness of the edge, accumulated for endless years, even if the edge of the sword entered the gods, Su Qinian's spiritual will also contained the blade, and I felt extremely palpitating.

He has a feeling that if he forcibly penetrates into the sword gate with his spiritual will, he will probably suffer the most severe kendo attack. What will be the result then, it will probably be a catastrophe.

"Brother, are you also an admirer of the little fairy?"

Suddenly, Su Qinian's gaze became a little strange. He looked around and saw a white-haired young man who was closest to him, as if he saw a confidant, but at the same time he was afraid of destroying the temperament he had worked hard to imitate. There was a smile, but his expression remained the same, and the flesh on his face trembled slightly.

"That's it."

Su Qinian showed a bit of helplessness, the young man in front of him seemed to be two or three years older than him, about the age of a weak crown, he seemed to have just established his foundation and stepped into the third-rate open heaven realm, and he was full of internal energy and a little vain , apparently not yet stabilized.

With such a cultivation level, thinking of coming to this sword pavilion to touch the sword spirit, either the heart is too big, or there is something to rely on. There are elders here. After all, such an age can build a foundation and open the sky. It is difficult for ordinary second-rate martial arts sects and aristocratic families to cultivate them. Only first-class sects and aristocratic families have such a heritage.

Sure enough, when Su Qinian thought about it, he noticed an old man hundreds of feet away, with gray hair and a rough white robe, his eyes sometimes glanced here, sometimes he blew his beard and stared, obviously he was very angry at the costume of the person next to him .

Although he is now famous all over the world, especially when he invites to fight the world's dragons and tigers by the Wei River, breaks into the first-class Hunyuan realm, and after refining the Hunyuan ancestor, he has gained a great reputation in the entire Han territory. As long as he is a younger generation, I am afraid Few people do not know his life and experience.

But as an elder, it is obvious that he does not want his disciples or younger generations to follow blindly. The same road may not be able to walk out of the second person, and different experiences may not be able to walk out of his own invincible road.

It's a pity that not many of the younger generation can understand this truth. Most of those who really understand have become outstanding young people on the dragon and tiger list, and even young taboos.

"Brother Tai is indeed a member of the same path. I am afraid that I am here today to try my luck. In fact, I wait for the younger generation. I have nothing to fear. If I get my luck, I will lose my life. How can there be anything in this world?" Absolutely, maybe today is the day of your and my luck, and the sword spirit will make a psychic sword."

The white-haired young man smiled and said: "As long as the sword spirit is approved, unless the master of the sword spirit voluntarily donates it, even if the sword spirit is captured, the sword spirit will go away through the air, and the Yuanshen figure can't stop it. With a psychic sword, becoming the master of the first generation of the sword, this is a major event enough to leave a name in the history of martial arts."

Su Qinian caught the repressed excitement in the young man's eyes, and was a little speechless. I am afraid that the last name left in the history of martial arts is what he really wants.

"Huh? That kid came out again! I really don't give up."

Suddenly, the white-haired young man raised his eyebrows. Su Qinian's eyes moved, and he looked at the sword gate. He saw a young man who looked about eighteen or nine years old, with messy black hair. He was wearing a ragged gray cloth robe with swords all over his body. There were blood marks all over his body, and the broken robes stuck to his body, making him look extremely embarrassed.

The young man staggered out from the sword gate, and fell to the ground within ten feet, gasping for breath, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, obviously stabbed in his internal organs by the sharp edge.

But he quickly took out a sapphire bottle with a lot of impurities from his bosom, poured some pungent gold sore medicine from it, and applied it on his body, the blood barely stopped, but even if there was a slight movement, it still flowed continuously.

Struggling to get up, the young man was about to enter the sword gate again.

"Why bother? Don't die!"

"The deeper the Jiange goes, the sharper the sharpness of the sword will become. If you don't do what you can, you will only lose your life in vain."

"Although the sword spirit is good, it must be endured. This kid is really persistent. Unfortunately, if it wasn't because of his weak bones and mixed constitution, he would be a good seedling, especially in the way of swordsmanship. Such a temperament is very valuable."

Around Jianmen, some martial arts people, especially those of the older generation, lamented that sometimes, whether temperament and martial arts fit is more important than innate physique. It is a pity that this young man's aptitude is not good enough. There is almost no hope, it is a destiny.

That's right, this young man who seems to be obsessed doesn't even have a third-rate foundation-building cultivation base, and even has normal energy and blood in his body, and doesn't even have the strength of a half-horse.

What a guts!

Su Qinian, for example, was quite amazed in his heart. Generally speaking, if you want to enter the Jiange, you must at least have the cultivation base of building a foundation and opening the sky, so that you can barely retreat from the whole body. If you don't build a foundation, I am afraid that even the outermost The sharpness and sword intent couldn't bear it, and he was in danger of dying, but it seemed that this young man had gone in and out many times, and had gone through life and death several times, and he still kept his face unchanged. His courage was not ordinary.

Su Qinian also noticed that the young man's physique is quite poor, and his bones are rough. If it is an ordinary method, not to mention building a foundation and opening up the sky, it is to practice the "Galloping Horse Strength" that is popularized by the big man to the seventh level. power, there is not much possibility.

"Little brother, why are you bothering?"

At this time, a middle-aged man in brocade robes passing by stopped, one hand landed on his shoulder, and with a clang sound, strands of sharp rays shot out from the many wounds on the young man's body, tearing the air and tearing apart the whole body. The mud on the ground pierced sword holes about an inch deep.

"What a Mu Yuan sword!"

"Mu Yuan Sword Master has a benevolent heart, and he is also a master of medicine."

There were admiration sounds from all directions, the middle-aged man in brocade robe who made the move was a high-ranking man on the Hunyuan Ranking, ranking ninth. People in the Jianghu called Mu Yuan Sword Master, he was a Hunyuan Realm master who had truly comprehended the origin of swordsmanship.

The Muyuan sword master came from the Shu Dao Muyuan Pavilion, which is a top sect, and he is also a master of alchemy. In Muyuan Pavilion, which is famous for its medical skills of alchemy, there are few people who can match it.

Su Qinian also nodded slightly, using his sword force to force out the kendo sharpness from the body of an ordinary martial arts practitioner who has not yet established a foundation, without hurting his frail body, whether it is the comprehension of kendo or the control of spiritual power, They are all second to none, at least in the first-class Primordial Realm, this is the first time Su Qinian has seen them.

"This is the second son of Elder Yifeng of Shu Mountain..."

There was a voice, but it quickly became quieter. It was obviously related to some people and things, and it was not suitable to spread it widely, especially before the sword gate was closed.

But how could he escape Su Qinian's eyes and ears? He looked at the young man with clenched fists, and a strange look flashed in his eyes. It turned out to be the second son of Elder Yifeng. He is the heir of an elder, and if his talent and physique are not good enough, he cannot be included in the Shushan gate wall.

However, if you can get the sword spirit...

Su Qinian sighed in his heart, he was another stubborn young man, once upon a time, he was equally stubborn, to be able to get to where he is today, sometimes thinking that even he himself felt a little unbelievable.

But the fate of the world is really hard to tell. Many karmas and fates come together on the edge of life and death, and it is not just as simple as fate.

If fate can rule everything, then life in this world still needs to practice martial arts, so that man can conquer the sky.

This is a kind of belief. It is not just some people who talk about it and go against the sky with their mouths.

"I'm going!"

The young man gritted his teeth, took a step back, and bowed to Sword Master Mu Yuan with a firm tone, rather unrepentant, and then stepped forward again, stepping into the sword gate without looking back.

Shaking his head, Sword Master Mu Yuan sighed and didn't stop him, then raised his foot and stepped into the sword gate.

"Pucheng Arhat of Dizang Temple in Daxue Mountain!"

"It's actually the Lihuo sword master of Lishuizhou Nanli Sword Sect on Yanggui Road!"

……

Since then, some first-class Hunyuan Realm figures have appeared one after another, and there is no lack of existence on the Hunyuan List. Obviously, the sword spirits in the Jiange have an unimaginable allure for swordsmen.

Shushan has no restrictions on this. If someone is willing to donate the sword spirit, he can become the elder of Shushan Foreign Minister. Although he has no real power on the mountain, he has many other benefits. Maybe it is not as good as a sword spirit, but it is enough to make up for most of it. .

"Shushan disciples have arrived!"

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, looking up at the sky, Su Qinian also looked at the sky, and saw several sword lights flying from the sky, coming from afar, the sky was torn apart, leaving behind a pale sword mark.

Immediately, the sword light flashed, and a group of dozens of people appeared. It was a few big swords wider than the door, guarded by several Shushan elders, and nearly [-] Shushan disciples stood on it.

"Return to the sheath!"

Then, several Shushan elders gave a soft reprimand, and the large swords shrank back to their slender blades and fell into the scabbard behind them.

"Elder!"

There have been disciples of Shushan waiting here for a long time, and now they came to pay a visit, and told them about the many changes in the Jiange, as well as the incoming forces from all corners of the world, famous masters.

"Why don't you stop that trash!"

An elder from Mount Shu showed an unswerving look, and said: "Shu Mountain's reputation cannot be lost. This son is here, does it mean that my Shu Mountain is intolerant? He is stubborn and does not want to accept idle work until he dies. Do you want fellow Jiang Hu to see my jokes about Shushan! Go, catch him back!"

"Yes! Elder!"

A group of Shushan disciples responded, and one of the young Taoist priests glanced across the Jianmen Gate, revealing a bit of suspicion. Just now, there was a sense of familiarity. eyes fixed on him, but when he looked for it, he couldn't find anything.

"Cave poverty!"

"The disciple is here!" The young Taoist looked back and said respectfully.

"You lead your juniors and younger sisters into the Jiange first, don't stick to one place, divide and dissolve. Although the Jiange is dangerous, as long as you don't insist on going deep, you won't have much trouble."

"Yes, elder!"

……

"Brother, Brother Yu, take a step first, remember to be careful and do what you can."

At this time, beside Su Qinian, the white-haired youth turned his head and said, he was startled for a moment, there was no sign of that young man.

Seventy-mile plank road, seventy-mile sword pavilion.

As soon as he stepped into it, Su Qinian felt the ubiquitous sharpness in the air.

The sword pavilion is steep and straight to the sky. Even if you are down-to-earth, you can still feel a kind of acupuncture, coming from the soles of your feet.

The plank road is very wide, it can reach hundreds of feet, and the rocks are jagged, like knives and swords, with sharp edges and corners, as if they can pierce the sky.

The vegetation here is also very sparse, and those that can grow in such a sharp air are some very sharp-looking existences, including old vines, thorns, and strange flowers that grow on thorny flower stems .

Su Qinian looked into the distance, the deeper the Jiange was, the more blurred it seemed, the air seemed to be gradually filled with a layer of mist, very pale, but it was not water droplets, but like tiny icicles, It looked very sharp.

The edge of the sword!

Su Qinian took a deep breath, this sword pavilion is indeed worthy of being the Holy Land of Sword Enlightenment, the sharpness of the sword has actually faintly transformed into a real existence, which can be found from the grass and trees in this plank road, and even the chaotic stones and mist.

Walking in the sword pavilion, even if Su Qinian comprehended the Dao of the Sword, he also had a vague comprehension, which can be called analogy.

After walking about a hundred feet, when Su Qinian was observing the sword-shaped grass in a remote corner, he saw a familiar figure, and it was not the second son of the elder Yifeng of Shushan Mountain.

Although it is only a hundred feet away, the sharpness in the air here is enough to cut flesh. With this young man's cultivation base that has not yet established a foundation, his blood is weak, and it is difficult to even form the field. Although the skin membrane has been condensed, how is it possible? It was able to stop the sharp edge of the sword from cutting all the time, and at this time, blood spattered from time to time, leaving bloody sword marks on the already tattered gray robe.

There were sword marks intertwined with different shades of blood, which looked extremely ferocious and desolate, but the young man gritted his teeth, his face was pale, his eyes were red, and he didn't have the slightest intention of turning around and retreating.

Su Qinian raised his eyebrows. This young man's stubbornness was beyond his imagination. If he passed a stick of incense like this, his blood would dry up. At that time, such physical injuries would turn into internal injuries, until he died.

call out!

Suddenly, a sword light suddenly appeared, without any warning, it arrived in front of the young man in an instant.

The sudden change, the young man didn't think of it at all, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he wanted to avoid it, but the thought was born, but the body had no time to react, seeing the sword light approaching, and even the sharp aura faintly radiating from the tip of the sword , It made his body tingle, as if it was about to get into his bones.

At the moment of life and death, many images appeared in his eyes. He saw his father turning around, his elder brother's sympathetic eyes, and the day before his mother's death when he was a child, entrusting him to the woodcutter at the foot of Shushan Mountain to take him up the mountain.

His father treated him very well, as did his eldest brother and stepmother, but the most unbearable thing for him was the pair of pitying eyes. He knew clearly that because his mother could not practice martial arts, she never made it to Mount Shu. Those who are not members of the Shushan sect, even relatives, cannot stay on the mountain.

He is unwilling, so what if his body is weak, changing fate against the sky does not exist in the world. I don't know how many.

Even so, so what, if he doesn't fight, he can't change anything, and what he fights for is only a life, so what if he loses it?

In the blink of an eye, many picture scrolls appeared in front of his eyes, and he saw the tip of the sword zooming in before his eyes, which was Shushan Sword Controlling Technique.

He couldn't move his body, and under the lock of the true meaning of the sword control technique, his thoughts became slow. In addition to the excessive blood loss, his consciousness began to blur, and everything in front of him began to become hazy.

until after counting interest.

The thoughts gradually loosened, and the consciousness regained a bit of clarity. I never felt the sting of the sword's edge, and even the sharp aura that rushed towards my face seemed to disappear.

As soon as he moved his eyes, he saw a figure in a pure white robe with a purple ribbon. It was a young man with white hair dancing lightly, and he put an index finger across an inch in front of him. Touched the fingertip, as if it was not an index finger, but a divine wall, separating the sky and the earth.

Wudang little fairy?

The young man was stunned, a little astonished, there are too many people impersonating and imitating that one these days, this one in front of him looks extraordinary in skill, judging by his temperament, he also has a certain appearance, I don't know which school or that family's young master, Resisting the skill of controlling swords with bare hands, this kind of attainment of eyesight and physical body is definitely not something that ordinary small families can cultivate.

hum!

It was a long sword that looked scarlet and fiery. At this moment, with a slight shock, it shot backwards at an extremely fast speed. If the sword failed, it retreated. The master of the sword was really decisive in killing.

But no matter how decisive the attack was, if he didn't even master the sword control technique, how could he escape Su Qinian's grasp.

I saw him raise his hand, grabbing at the void, the inverted sword light froze in mid-air, and then the sword light flashed and landed in the palm of his hand. (Ask for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket. Starting point genuine subscription is the biggest support for Shibu! There is still a thousand words left before dawn, and I will make up tomorrow.)

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