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Chapter 136 Heart Sword Intangible
On the top of Huashan Mountain, the sound of gold and jade clashing continuously resounded in the wind and snow for a long time.

In the eyes of onlookers, both Yang Qing's figure and long sword have turned into mist shadows, surrounding Jinlun Fawang's body heavily.

On the other hand, Jinlun Fawang's hands-print formula changes, and the exposed skin has bright yellow fluorescent light flashes from time to time.

His ten fingers gathered and scattered in the void, causing vibrations and humming, like bursts of Sanskrit sounds.

Unable to attack for a long time, Yang Qing was still not in a hurry.

The sword light changes one after another in his hands, sometimes purple and red are strange, ice and fire come out together; sometimes it is as deep as the sea, absorbing and absorbing.

Or switch to Jiuyin Zhenqi with a light blue color, or Jiuyang Zhenqi with red and fiery red.

Each kind of zhenqi has its own characteristics, and all kinds of changes are displayed one by one.

Although Jinlun Dharma King guarded against the wind and rain, he couldn't stop being shocked.

"No matter how many exercises you have, there will always be times when you run out of skills!"

Thinking of this, he punched Pian Jianying again, his vigor surged like a heavy hammer beating a drum, shaking the whole field.

Yang Kang and Guo Jing, who were on the sidelines, saw that they hadn't won for a long time. They peeked down the mountain, and saw that a sea of ​​people had completely surrounded the foot of the mountain, and there was no room left.

The two looked at each other, and they both knew that when the victory or defeat was decided, it was the time for the army to attack the mountain.

At this moment, Yang Qingjian was slightly shocked when he was blocked.

He was suddenly blessed, and once again caught the mysterious and mysterious fluctuations in the sky full of sword shadows and palm shadows.

It is not seen by the eyes, it is more like the sun casting a beam of light in the gap between the dark clouds, or a soaring flame ignited on the vast snowfield.Clear and clear, abrupt and natural.

Complying with the induction in the dark, Yang Qing ignored the wind and thunder in the palm of Jinlun Fawang, and suddenly put away the sword shadows all over the sky.

"First-cut lotus palms together! Die!"

When Jinlun Fawang was fighting the stormy sword with fists and palms, suddenly there was nothing in front of him, and Yang Qing didn't move his sword anymore.

Seeing this situation, he didn't hesitate, turned over his handprint and immediately put forward a handprint.

The wind and snow everywhere in the palm of the hand suddenly changed, like a rolling sea tide!
"Big brother!"

Yang Kang and Guo Jing returned to the arena again, only to see that in the blink of an eye the form was suddenly reversed, Yang Qing stood still with his sword in his hand, ignoring Jinlun Fawang's palm that was about to force his body!

"What the hell is this kid doing?"

Hong Qigong who was drinking was startled at first sight, he threw the wine gourd behind him, and rushed forward with Huang Yaoshi Yideng and others in an instant!
The palm wind came whistling, and Yang Qing's gray shirt and black hair were all blown up by the strong wind, violently heaving behind him.

"Quick flash!"

Yang Kang, who only had time to shout out, felt his heart was on fire. At this moment, his eyes staring at Yang Qing suddenly dimmed, and then the surrounding void seemed to collapse, and the endless tearing force disappeared in an instant, and an inexplicable rise suddenly rose in his heart. of fear.

He staggered a few steps before standing still, and then his eyes turned bright, as if the moment just now was just an illusion...

"impossible……"

An old and feeble voice sounded in front of him, and Yang Kang looked up, only to see Jinlun Dharma King limp on the ground, and the monk's clothes were broken into pieces and scattered on the ground.

A bloodstain flew obliquely upwards from his right waist, running through his chest and abdomen.

Hong Qigong, Huang Yaoshi, and Yideng stood half a foot behind Yang Qing, still maintaining the posture of helping.

The crowd watching all around, whether it was the Central Plains side or the Mongolian side, were all in a daze, looking at the field in a daze, as if they had been hit by someone's Ya acupuncture point.

Only the old naughty boy was holding his arms neatly, his expression on his face was changing one after another, as if there was a thousand twists and turns in his heart that were difficult to untie.

"Nothing is Impossible."

Yang Qing looked at the three-inch hilt of the sword in his hand, the cold iron sword that had accompanied him for countless years had been rendered invisible by the strike just now.

At this time, the sleeve robe of his right hand disappeared, bloodstains were scattered all over his smooth arm, and the palm holding the sword was even more bloody.

At the moment when he swung his sword along the inexplicable ripple track just now, even though he was shielded by thick qi, the light was dim that day, and it seemed that the sword that shattered the void still cost him a lot.

"I'm completely sealed, so how did your sword get in?"

Hearing the words, Yang Qing also fell into the memory of the moment when the sword was drawn just now, that kind of mysterious and mysterious feeling is difficult to express in words.

The moment the sword came out, he seemed to be standing in a pitch-black vacuum, all appearances disappeared, only the sword marks that appeared out of thin air in front of him were clear and abnormal.

After the sword was drawn, he felt all his spiritual thoughts, even his true energy and emotions pouring down in one go, indescribably happy and wanton.

When everything returns to normal, the outcome will be two points.

Throwing away the hilt of his sword and slowly raising his scarred arm, Yang Qing stimulated the Changchun True Qi while walking towards Jinlun Fawang whose eyes were getting darker: "I don't know either."

When the voice fell, he covered the other party's dantian with his left hand, and under the capture of Bei Ming's true energy, there was no obstacle at all.

The endless heat flowed towards the sea of ​​qi, and flowed through the dark vortex formed by the true qi of Beiming to the other channels of true qi...

"Big brother."

Absorbing Jinlun Fawang's true energy, Yang Qing's consumption of swinging the sword just now has almost recovered.

Hearing Yang Kang calling from behind, he turned and looked at the crowd.

Hong Qigong, Yideng and the other three were only a step away, and they were staring at him strangely.

"What's the matter with you boy?"

Yang Qing stood up and said with a smile to Hong Qigong: "It's a comprehension before the battle."

Huang Yaoshi glanced at the haggard Jinlun Fawang, and said calmly, "What is the name of your sword?"

"Mingtang?" Yang Qing thought carefully about the realization when he just drew the sword.

In the beginning, he practiced swords, only wanting to do it quickly.The sword's edge is so fast that it can change the situation.

Later, I realized the sword intent of the epee Wufeng, which is not only fast, but each sword is more powerful.If it wasn't for Jinlun Fawang, a mutant freak, few people would be able to block him with so many moves.

And the last decisive sword just now seemed to transcend the previous realm.

"Heart Sword."

Yang Qing's heart moved, and he said, "The sword of the heart is invisible."

The sword is imaginary, the epee has no front, and the heart sword has no form.

"Heart Sword..." Huang Yaoshi repeated in a low voice, and sighed softly: "It seems that there is no need to compare Huashan Sword this time, the number one in the world is none other than you."

Yang Qing glanced at the surrounding soldiers at the foot of the mountain, and said in amazement: "Senior Huang still has such thoughts?"

Huang Yaoshi walked to the edge of the cliff, glanced at the soldiers down the mountain and said proudly: "Either kill them up the mountain, or obediently watch from below. This time Huashan Sword Discussion has just begun, and it is the most lively one ever!"

"Hahaha, Huang Laoxie, you can't beat my disciple!"

Zhou Botong's long smile seemed to break the tense atmosphere that had been stagnant for a long time, the flying snow that had been emptied of true energy in the field began to flutter and fall again, and the Mongolian army that was heavily surrounded by the mountain seemed to have disappeared.

Yang Kang, Guo Jing and others rushed forward and surrounded Yang Qing in the middle.

The martial arts crowd watching all around also changed their state of silence just now, and began to talk about the decisive battle just now, but their voices were still not loud, and most of them looked up at Yang Qing when they glanced at Yang Qing.

"My dear disciple, what kind of sword technique did you use just now? Why is it dark for a while and bright for a while, can you teach me?"

Zhou Botong put his arms around Yang Qing's neck, eagerly.

Yang Qing laughed and said: "Senior Yideng and others rushed to rescue me just now, only you stood aside and watched, and now you want to learn martial arts, how can there be such an elder?"

"Eh?" Zhou Botong shook his head and said, "My martial arts are higher than theirs, and my eyesight is naturally better. How can I not see that you have another trick? Don't hide it, tell it quickly, don't think I didn't see you used it just now The kung fu of the Nine Yin Scriptures.

You kid is very cunning, if you don't tell me, I will tell Qiu Chuji and let him punish you for not obeying the master's order! "

While talking, Zhou Botong climbed onto Yang Qing's body, and at the end he couldn't get off of him anymore.

"Berton stop making trouble."

Yang Qing was being entangled to the point of helplessness, Ying Gu led Zhou Yitong away from the crowd, "Thank you boy."

"Don't thank me senior, you haven't given me the antidote yet."

Ying Gu chuckled lightly when she heard this.

It was 30 years ago that the two met for the first time. At that time, she tried several times to believe that Yang Qing had no malicious intentions: "You look like a good man, but in fact you have a lot of thoughts. How can you not know whether the pill is poisonous or not?"

"Haha."

Yang Qing responded with a smile and didn't mention it anymore.

"I said you boy." Hong Qigong picked up the wine gourd again at this time, poured out the remaining wine and swallowed it, and said with a smile: "I heard that you have been in seclusion for decades, and the co-author is to take you back. Master with the title of number one in the world, the six-veined sword in his hand is very handsome."

The spectators were in the snowstorm on the top of Mount Hua, seeing the army besieging the mountain below, but these legendary figures in the Central Plains seemed not to care, and their hearts relaxed a lot, and they were excited to experience this grand event.

On the other side, Yang Qing heard Hong Qigong talk about the Six Meridians Excalibur, and told about the use of "Supernatural Ability of Snapping Fingers" without any concealment, which aroused Huang Yaoshi's heart.

"Actually, I only have one branch of Yiyang Finger, and it can no longer be regarded as the Six Meridians Excalibur, so the younger generation renamed it "Flip Finger Excalibur". Please forgive me, two seniors."

"Okay!" Huang Yaoshi smiled and said, "Flicking the Excalibur is very good."

"Amitabha." Master Yideng said at this time: "Benefactor Yang is a genius, and I don't need to hide my secrets. Today I will simply complete the other five meridians for you."

Yang Qing was startled when he heard the words: "Senior Yideng, didn't you say that the Six Meridians Excalibur has long been lost?"

"Six Meridians Excalibur is certainly lost, but Yiyang refers to six meridians still exist." Yideng said with a smile, "However, it is difficult for ordinary people to cultivate only one meridian, and there is no way to condense Qi into a sword. It is a Yang finger force, there is no difference.

Now that you can condense your energy into a sword, and also have powerful skills, the old man can naturally be as beautiful as a man. "

Master Yideng, this is a surprise.

Yang Qing has too much zhenqi, so it can be said that there is no place to use it. He can gather more sword qi in the future, and can use different zhenqi to form corresponding qi swords, so he has more ways to deal with the enemy.

His eyes shifted to Hong Qigong, who immediately pouted and said:

"One by one, Huashan Discussion of Swords has turned into a power transmission meeting. Don't look at me, boy, there is nothing that old beggars can pass on to you."

Everyone laughed when they heard the words.

Guo Jing walked to the edge of the cliff at this time, glanced at the foot of the mountain, turned around and said to everyone: "Seniors, I'm afraid we will have to work together to fight out later."

"What are you afraid of? The old beggar loves fighting the most. Today, the sword is useless. It's not bad to fight against the Tartar soldiers."

"It's all under Guo Daxia's arrangement."

Hong Qigong and the others didn't care, and the heroes from all directions also rose up in response, shouting loudly.

"Brother, are you hurt?"

Yang Kang and other people finally found a space to ask Yang Qing about his injury after their voices fell.

Hearing this, Yang Qing leaned over and grabbed a handful of snowflakes and wiped them on his arm. His true energy melted from snow to water everywhere. After washing the blood on his right arm, he immediately revealed his new-born skin.

The original cracks had already been tightly squeezed together, and no obvious traces could be seen, only the wound on the palm was deeper but the bleeding had stopped.

"Don't worry, I'm not fragile enough to need someone to take care of me."

Dispelling Yang Kang's doubts, he patted Yang Xi on the shoulder again, "I really grew up."

Although Yang Xi was nearly thirty years old, his admiration for Yang Qing remained undiminished, and his eyes became more fervent after witnessing his sword strike just now.

"Brother Yang, it's fortunate that you killed the Mongolian national teacher, otherwise there would be more trouble."

Yang Qing heard Huang Rong mention it, and then looked at Jinlun Fawang, only to find that his body had been submerged in snow for a short moment.

So he looked at the cowering Mongolian soldier and said, "Take the corpse away."

The Mongolian general who followed Qiu Qianren up the mountain to blow the trumpet was taken aback when he heard the words, looked left and right, and took a while to realize: "You let us go?"

Yang Qing nodded and said: "The army will attack the mountain later, you have to stand back for a while."

The general stared at Yang Qing for a moment, then suddenly bowed and bowed, and then led the people to lift up Jinlun Fawang's body and went down the mountain without saying a word.

A crowd of martial arts heroes watched silently, and no one made a sound to stop it.

Yang Qing watched them go down the mountain, and when he turned around, he caught Guo Jing's slightly grateful smile and responded with a smile.

Guo Jing grew up in the desert, and actually has a deep affection for Mongolia.

It's just that he understands righteousness, does not forget his own identity, and sacrifices his life to guard Xiangyang against Mongolia.

Naturally, there was nothing to say when they met on the battlefield, but under such circumstances, it would be unbearable for him to order the killing of these soldiers.

Yang Qing's seemingly ultimate enemy's approach also relieved his worries.

"Ouch..."

At this time, General Lan whimpered softly, and walked to his side to rub his trouser legs.

Seeing that there were still a few arrowheads stuck in it, Yang Qing's heart softened, and he immediately raised his hand to press on General Lan's body. Changchun's true energy flowed out, and he ejected a few sharp arrows out of his body without bleeding a single drop of blood.

General Lan squinted his eyes and raised his chin frequently, looking extremely enjoyment.

"Uncle Yang, can I touch it?"

Guo Xiang came out from behind Huang Rong and squatted beside General Lan, tilting her head to look at Yang Qing, eager to try.

She had met Yang Qing a few times in Xiangyang, but the latter always came and went in a hurry, so they didn't communicate much.

General Lan has been in the sword mound, Guo Xiang has never seen it, only heard Yang Xi mention it a few times.At this time, seeing General Lan's majestic appearance, I couldn't hold back in my heart.

"Touch it, it won't hurt anyone casually."

Guo Xiang was overjoyed upon hearing the words, and immediately stepped forward to stroke General Lan's fur.Seeing that there was blood on it, he grabbed the snow from the ground to wash it.

Guo Polu, who had a more honest personality, was fascinated by watching behind him, and Guo Xiang greeted him a few times, and finally couldn't hide his youthful heart, and they also stepped forward together to cleanse General Lan.

General Lan was washed by Changchun's true energy, and he regained his spirit after a while.

Tilting his head, he saw two young children wiping his body, turned his head up, yawned and rolled over on the snowy ground, then swept his tail and swung the snow towards the two of them.

Guo Xiang's eyes lit up, and he took his younger brother to grab the snow ball and fight back, and the two of them started playing around in the crowd.

Yang Qing didn't care anymore, instead she looked at Huang Rong and asked, "Why did you bring the child?"

Huang Rong looked at Huang Yaoshi and Yideng and smiled wryly, "I received a letter from Brother Yang that day, but General Lu of Xiangyang refused to send troops. If I don't want to die, how can I get his promise."

Yang Qing was chilled when he heard that, but he also knew that Southern Song Dynasty had been beaten to the point of losing courage.Some officers and soldiers were able to defend the city, and it was unthinkable to go out of the city to fight.

"Forget it, I will never let them make mistakes. When will the Xiangyang soldiers arrive?"

Guo Jing said: "The journey is too long, I'm afraid we have to wait for a while."

Yang Qing nodded and didn't ask any more questions, turned around to see Huang Yaoshi Zhou Botong, Yideng Hong Qigong and the others standing on the edge of the cliff, watching the sky full of wind and snow, not knowing what to talk about.

The four of them are all peerless masters in the world, but they are all old and their glory will be exhausted.

Thinking back to the time when five people discussed sword Huashan, how ambitious they were.Now it is sunset and it is difficult to return.

After all, a person's lifespan cannot beat the destiny.

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(End of this chapter)