the first emperor

Chapter 909 Sword Art Competition
Xiao Cheng's face was as gloomy as water, and the strength of the young man in front of him was even more terrifying than he expected.

"What kind of boxing technique did you use just now? It's actually stronger than my Holy Sword Art."

He knows the strongest martial arts in the world, and the Holy Sword Art is among the best.But the boxing techniques used by the boy in white were not the ones he knew.

"Of course it's stronger than your holy sword."

Xi Qianye said calmly.His Jingtao Xianquan originated from the immortal family, not only stronger than Xiao Cheng's inexplicable Holy Sword Art, but also infinitely stronger than the real Holy Sword Art.

"It's just my fault that I'm not good at learning. It's absolutely impossible if I don't have the holy sword."

Xiao Cheng said coldly, he was quite displeased with Xi Qianye's belittling of Holy Sword Art.In his heart, Holy Sword Art is the most sacred exercise.

"Wrong! Yours is not Holy Sword Art at all. In other words, you don't know Holy Sword Art." Xi Qianye shook his head and said.

Xiao Cheng was stunned when he heard the words, and immediately mocked: "I'm not practicing Holy Sword Art? You really know how to talk nonsense. I can't! Could it be that you can?"

Although there are some other versions of Holy Sword Art on the mainland, the Holy Sword Art of the Zhushan tribe is recognized as the most authentic Holy Sword Art. It is ridiculous for a young and ignorant junior to dare to say that he does not know Holy Sword Art .

"Since you don't believe me, then I will use the real holy sword to kill you."

Xi Qianye shook his head and said.

"The real holy sword, haha! I will wait and see how you use the real holy sword to kill me."

Xiao Cheng laughed loudly when he heard the words, his eyes were full of mockery.

Never belittle the holy sword of the Zhushan tribe, and dare to use an ax in front of him. He wants to see what kind of holy sword the young man in front of him can display.

As for killing him?
That was even more ridiculous. Although he admitted that Xi Qianye was very strong, wanting to defeat him and killing him were two different things.

Xi Qianye flicked his fingers, and a battle sword appeared in his hand. He lifted the sword forward, and the blade drew a deep crack in the sky.

He didn't release any sword intent or sword light, he just moved forward with his sword, like the most ordinary swordsman.

His holy sword art originated from the ancestor of Qianye, whose swordsmanship talent was mediocre, and he could not cultivate the holy sword art into the state of Dzogchen, but anyway, the ancestor of Qianye was also a well-known genius at that time. Ordinary swordsmen are much stronger.

After finding out the holy sword art in the memory of the ancestor Qianye, with the foundation of the ancestor Qianye, Xi Qianye only had a little comprehension and mastered it.

"The holy sword has no sword moves, let alone tornadoes. The most powerful swordsman will always have no moves to win."

Xi Qianye walked through the air, and the sword in his hand made a slight sound as he stepped forward.Although the sound of the sword was not loud, it resounded through the sky, and even in Changze City on the ground, a large number of monks were surprised to find that their long swords were also singing slightly, as if they had spirituality.

Xiao Cheng's complexion immediately turned solemn. As a senior swordsman, he naturally understood the way of swordsmanship quite well. He felt an aura that he had never experienced before in Xi Qianye. It was the aura of the way of swordsmanship, but he had never seen it before. However, it is so ethereal and difficult to find its origin, he can't understand it at all.

"The most powerful Holy Sword Jue has eighteen sword moves. The Holy Sword Jue you practice is probably Yeluzi. How dare you say that there are no sword moves."

Xiao Cheng held his sword tightly, staring at Xi Qianye coldly.

Although he sensed an incomparably extraordinary aura from Xi Qianye, he couldn't lose the battle no matter what.He firmly believed that the Holy Sword Art of the Zhushan Tribe was the most authentic and powerful Holy Sword Art, and it had been like this since ancient times on the mainland, without any suspense.

"Stupid, the sword art with sword moves has limited sword principles after all. How can it become a prosperous school of swordsmanship. Countless swordsmen have been involved in it, and it has evolved infinite changes. It seems that you are also a real swordsman For the sake of this, let me tell you that the real Holy Sword Art has only seven sword realms. As for sword moves, different swordsmen will produce different sword moves when they practice Holy Sword Art."

Xi Qianye said lightly, maybe because of the familiarity of the Holy Sword Jue, it brought back his memories of the past, and made him speak a few more words with Xiao Cheng, which is rare.

Imitating other people's sword moves to practice is not a real swordsman, but just a successor to sword moves.

For a truly advanced technique, there is no such thing as a move, only the meaning and context inside.

For example, Xi Qianye's Surging Wave Immortal Fist, the first form of Surging Waves is about to rise, is actually not a move, but a state.

Different people perform the Surging Waves, and their moves, movements and even artistic conceptions are completely different.

The same is true of the Holy Sword Art, and only with such a sword art can a hundred flowers bloom and become a self-contained orthodoxy.

Xiao Cheng naturally didn't want to believe Xi Qianye's words. He took a deep breath and used all his energy to circulate the wild energy in his body. He had to catch Xi Qianye's sword and break it perfectly. Only in this way could he fully prove that he was right. Qianye was wrong.

Xi Qianye's sword didn't seem to be fast, walking with the sword, every movement was clear.

But suddenly, I found out that it is extremely fast, because you can't dodge his sword at all, no matter how slow he is, even if he is thousands of miles away, the sword is locked on your body, no matter what you do Only face each other.

Whoosh!
The war sword streaked across the void, and the sword light drew a curved arc to cut towards Xiao Cheng. It looked ordinary, without any bells and whistles.

His holy sword art is naturally different from that of the ancestor Qianye back then.Different people display it, and there will be differences after all.

But the moves and sword intent will be different, but the state of the sword is the same, and the power is not much different.

In Xiao Cheng's eyes, Xi Qianye's sword was extremely ordinary, but he found himself a little out of breath.

"Never let him win!"

Xiao Cheng strengthened his mind in his heart and went all out to display his holy sword to confront Xi Qianye.

The collision of swords and swords was not as gorgeous as imagined. It was ordinary and disappeared like a flash in the pan.

Xiao Cheng stood there in a daze, staring at the sword in his hand, without making a sound for a while, his eyes were deeply shocked and sad.

"why……"

Xiao Cheng raised his head with difficulty and looked at Xi Qianye.

Only at this moment did he finally understand that it was himself who was wrong.

puff!

A line of blood appeared on Xiao Cheng's neck, and the next moment a large amount of blood gushed out like a fountain. When his head tilted, a head fell from his neck and fell towards the ground.

Xi Qianye's sword not only cut off his head, but also cut off all the vitality in his body.

Behind Xi Qianye's back appeared a series of tattoos of the Underworld Emperor's corpse, which penetrated into Xiao Cheng's corpse, and saw that his corpse was shriveled, and all the essence of flesh and blood had been swallowed up.Xiao Cheng is a strong man who is quite close to the half-step holy king, and his flesh and blood essence, Xi Qianye, will naturally not be wasted.

(End of this chapter)