Cultivating Immortals From Prison

Chapter 361 How about my sword?

In the currently known outer city area of ​​the holy city, there are four martial arts platforms, one each in the east, south, west, and north areas of the outer city, and they are all close to the inner gate.

Not far from the inner west gate, there is a fighting platform.

All the cultivators wanted to watch the excitement, and with the intention of weakening and weighing the Eight-Armed Sword King, they gave way to the two of them.

"Father."

Song Xufan reached out and grabbed Gu Shen's palm, with worry in his eyes, he knew that his father was very powerful, but this is a holy city, where the strong are like clouds, he also heard what many monks around him said about the swordsman in blue, Know that it is an incredible powerhouse.

Gu Shen smiled lightly, patted his son's head, and said, "Wait for Dad to come back."

Song Xufan pursed his lips tightly and refused to let go. He just looked at his father's firm gaze, knowing that he couldn't stop him, so he had no choice but to let go.

"rest assured."

Gu Shen smiled, and then walked towards the fighting stage.

When some female cultivators saw the father and son saying goodbye, their eyes were red.

The child didn't know, but they knew that Gu Shen would never come back in all likelihood.

Song Xufan looked at his father's back. The white robe seemed to be the only color in the world. He was suddenly afraid. From childhood to adulthood, he had experienced many humiliations and crises for so many years, but he had never been afraid. But now, he was suddenly afraid. He was used to having such a stalwart man by his side, such a man who protected him from wind and rain, and such a father who cared about him.

"father."

Song Xufan grew up in the Song family since he was a child, and received the education of a big family. He always called his father strictly, and never called his father like Gu Xiao, even though his father sounded closer than his father.

Gu Shen turned his head and looked at his son.

"I want to go home."

At this moment, Song Xufan finally no longer looked so mature, more like a child of his age.

After hearing his son's words, Gu Shen's nose was slightly sore, and he really hesitated for a moment, but he looked at the high rooftop next to him, remembered the purpose of coming to the Holy City this time, took a breath, and said with a smile: "Trust your father!" .”

After finishing speaking, Gu Shen turned around and walked towards the fighting stage.

After walking more than a hundred steps, they came to a high platform.

This is the Dou Fa Terrace. Compared with the roof, the scale is naturally much smaller, about the size of a football field, like a small square, but the material seems to be similar to the roof. The ground is paved with gray and white boulders, and there are stone railings on all sides as partitions.

Gu Shen climbed up the stone steps step by step.

He could feel that as he stepped up to the fighting stage step by step, the restraints on his body were gradually weakening, and the range that his spiritual sense could detect was getting wider and wider.

Moreover, the boulder under the feet is not an ordinary treasure, it looks like marble, but there is a refreshing feeling when stepping on it.

This is a top-notch treasure that is hard to find outside. It was sacrificially refined by the Holy City of Immortal Artifacts, and engraved with formation patterns. Even if the most powerful monks fight on this small stone platform, it will not be damaged in the slightest.

Climb up the last stone steps and come to this fighting platform.

Gu Shen had a feeling that this fighting platform seemed to be separated from another secret place of the holy city, no, it was not separated from the holy city, but just separated from the outer city of the holy city, allowing monks to fight wantonly here.

Perhaps, it was the same situation on the platform that day.

On the fighting stage, the blue-clothed swordsman, nicknamed the Eight-armed Sword King, was already waiting here.

"It's so slow," he said.

Gu Shen said in a flat voice, "Do you want to die early like that?"

Qingyang was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, looked at Gu Shen, and said, "I have somewhat changed my view of you now."

"Oh?"

"However, you are going to die today."

Qingyang held the sword in his left hand, slowly placed his right hand on the hilt, and spoke coldly.

He also saw the separation of father and son just now, although he has changed his opinion about this person, he is going to die after all.If it's just the collision at Jiuxuanmen that day, the key is Miss Chen's attitude towards this person, then maybe she will be the crown prince in the future.

Gu Shen nodded slightly, and said, "Yes, what you said is also what I want to say."

"Not ashamed to speak."

Qingyang pulled out the sword abruptly, and at the same time, as the long sword was unsheathed, a long, narrow and sharp snow-white sword slashed towards Gu Shen.

Gu Shen's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "It's not a bad way to draw a sword."

I saw that Gu Shen didn't dodge or dodge, and didn't make any other moves, but he wanted to accept this sword forcefully.

The scene on the fighting platform also fell into the eyes of countless monks below.

Seeing that Gu Shen seemed to be unable to survive even one move, many monks shook their heads slightly, disappointed, unable to measure the depth of Qingyang at all.

Some young female cultivators are flowers in the greenhouse. They have been cultivating in the sect since they were young. They have not experienced beatings in the cruel cultivation world, and they are more emotional.

The Saintess of Jinyang was dressed in purple, her long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, she saw that it was not easy.

Prince Han was originally thinking with his eyes closed, apparently not interested in the battle between Qingyang and Gu Shen, but at this moment he also opened his eyes.

On the fighting stage.

Seeing that he was about to cut Gu Shenli in two with one sword, Qingyang frowned.

He didn't think it should be so simple.

Although he has confidence in his own strength, the opponent is not weak, and shouldn't even be able to catch his own sword.

Sure enough, when the sword struck Gu Shen's body, it cut a hole, and Gu Shen's figure was slowly dissipating.

Seeing this, Qingyang's expression froze slightly, he became a little more solemn, and looked around cautiously.

"You are nicknamed the Eight-Armed Sword King. Why? Because your sword is fast? Sword skills are like eight-armed swordsmanship? Use your strength and teach me."

A flat voice came from behind Qingyang.

Qingyang's face changed, and he suddenly stabbed with the backhand sword at the place where the sound came from, as fast as thunder.

However, it still pierced an empty space, and it was a phantom again.

"So fast."

Qingyang's face darkened, "Are you relying on the strength of your body?"

call out!
The next moment, Gu Shen's figure appeared on the east side of the fighting platform.

"Ha ha."

Gu Shen smiled lightly.

He does feel very relaxed and has a sense of joy. He has experienced many battles, from being weak to now.

Battle white impermanence.

Fight against the master of Biyun Sect.

Under pressure from the nameless monk.

Fleeing in embarrassment after being kicked out by the imperial guards of the Great Wei Dynasty.

Nie Changkong, the fierce gun in the middle of the war.

Which time was it not a narrow escape, fighting the strong with the weak.

This blue-clothed swordsman was indeed stronger than Bai Wuchang and Biyun sect master back then, but in terms of the pressure he brought to Gu Shen, this person was really far behind.

The feeling of ravaging a genius is really cool.The feeling of easily ravaging a genius is so refreshing.Gu Shen couldn't help but slightly raise the corners of his mouth when he easily trampled on the genius who had previously threatened that he was a scumbag and superior.

Under the stage of fighting skills.

Gu Shen's performance caught the eyes of many monks.

"This person is so exquisite."

"It must be a powerful spiritual skill that has been comprehended to an extremely high level."

"I thought that the eight-armed sword king would kill this person with one sword, but I didn't expect to be dodged. It's interesting. This battle is interesting."

"I hope this person can weigh the weight of Qingyang."

In a certain place, the boy was also watching the two people fighting on the stage, and his mood experienced a big ups and downs.

On the fighting stage.

Qingyang's icy eyes were about to shoot out sword lights, and when he saw Gu Shen's figure again, his body was like a phantom, cutting out dense sword lights almost at the same time.The speed of his swinging the sword was too fast, as if he had grown many arms, and cut out the sword at the same time.

On the fighting platform, sharp sword energy was everywhere, and Gu Shen was surrounded by sword energy as the center.

"You ask how I got the nickname 'Eight-armed Sword King'? That's how I got it."

Slashing out one after another of sharp sword energy, Qingyang stood with the sword behind his back, and said proudly, "Your body skills are good, but you are only struggling to die, and you will not escape defeat in the end."

He is very confident, confident in his swordsmanship, confident that under his superb swordsmanship, his opponent will be defeated.

Facing the sword skills that flooded the entire fighting skill arena, Gu Shen no longer relied on his body skills to dodge, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, raising a nice angle, looking at the overwhelming sword energy, he slowly raised his right hand, more accurately In other words, he stretched out a finger of his right hand.

Facing the sword aura, Gu Shen slowly pointed out a finger, and on his white fingertips, there were traces of silver light surrounding it, it was a Taibai sword aura.

call out!
The fingertips collided with the Senbai sword energy, and an ear-piercing buzzing sounded.

Immediately, Senbai's sword energy was wiped out, and Gu Shen continued to stretch out his finger to tap another sword energy.

Under Gu Shen's repeated guidance, the sword energy that Qingyang swung was wiped out.

In just a few breaths, all the sword energy on the huge fighting platform was eliminated.

This is a horrifying scene, at least for Qing Yang.

"you--"

The Tsing-clothed swordsman, nicknamed the Eight-Armed Sword King, was stunned and speechless for a moment.

His cultivation has reached the third level of the God Transformation, and he is not far from the peak of the early stage of the God Transformation. He is definitely a genuine saint-level cultivation base. Opponent, but now, the white robe on the opposite side actually wiped out his sword style with just one finger.

The fighting stage fell into silence, and the needle drop could be heard off the fighting stage as well.

Everyone looked at this scene in shock. They had thought about many possibilities, but they hadn't thought of this one. It seemed that they had misjudged it from the beginning.

The boy Song Xufan's eyes were wide open, his fists were clenched, his face was flushed, he was staring at the stage, seeing how powerful his father was!
The always calm Prince Han also changed his expression at this moment, "Qingyang is in danger."

Qingyue next to her finally failed to maintain her icy look, and asked nervously, "Will Qingyang lose?"

The fighting platform is no different than others. This is the fighting platform set up by the holy city. Even the unrivaled powerhouses may not be able to break the rules, let alone them, they can't get involved at all.

Prince Han stared deeply at the white-robed guest on the stage, speechless for a long time.

Qingyue's heart suddenly hangs when she didn't get a response from the prince.

On the fighting stage.

There was an eerie silence.

Qingyang, who was eager to try at first, no longer restless, and stared at the opposite Baipaoke vigilantly.

The opponent just showed his hand just now, and Qingyang knew that this battle was not easy to fight.

"Eight-armed Sword King?"

Gu Shen raised his eyebrows and said: "The speed of the sword is too slow, how can such a speed be called a 'king'?"

After Gu Shen finished speaking, Qing Yang's face turned red instantly.

If it was before, he could not care about it, but now seeing the other party's strength and hearing the other party's comments, a sense of humiliation welled up in his heart.

"It's not yet known who will die. If you talk big now, you won't be afraid that the wind will flash your tongue." Qingyang said angrily.

Gu Shen smiled lightly, and raised his right hand lightly.

This is his first shot in this battle.

Qingyang had already tasted the strength of his opponent this time, and now his face was solemn, he raised his sword across his body, and was ready to fight.

Under the stage, the holy sons and saintesses of the major holy lands, the preachers of the great teachings, the casual cultivators of the five domains, and the young man in the corner all opened their eyes wide at this moment, looking at the fighting platform at this moment.

The original intention was to let this person test out the depth of the blue sun, but he never thought that he would lead out a giant whale.

That Qingyang is the number one general under the command of Prince Han, even Prince Wei is not his opponent, at this moment in front of that person, he is like a child facing a strong man.

Although Gu Shen hadn't made a move yet, his demeanor when he deflected the sharp sword energy just now was really amazing, and he could vaguely reveal some strength.

Next to Prince Han, Qingyue, who had always shown the public with a cold appearance, changed her face at this moment, clenched her fists, and stared at the stage.

On the fighting stage.

Gu Shen slowly raised his right hand, looked at the Tsing Yi swordsman on the opposite side, and said with a light smile, "You are good at using swords, and you are nicknamed the Eight-Armed Sword King, so today, let's take a look at my sword."

After Gu Shen finished speaking, he pointed out.

call out!
A silver-white sword energy shot out towards Qingyang.

At first glance, this burst of sword energy seemed ordinary, without any leakage of sword energy, but it made Qingyang's back break out in a layer of cold sweat.

Only a swordsman who has truly achieved great success in a certain sword skill can see the horror of this sword.

At least Qingyang is very clear that he is still some distance away from this step, and his opponent just pointed out casually. Qingyang can't help but think of the greatest opportunity in his life. According to the summary of this spiritual skill "Blazing Sun Sword", according to what the ancient sword master said, only when the spiritual skill is comprehended to the perfect stage, can the sword energy be mixed into one, harmonious and not leaked. .

"Blazing Sun Sword!"

Qingyang drummed up his mana in his dantian, ready to attack this sword energy with all his strength.

boom!
However, the next moment, before he could complete the sword, the sword energy shot towards him at an unimaginable speed, knocking the spirit sword in his hand into the air and piercing through his right shoulder.

"Good and fast."

The sharp sword energy raged in his body, but Qingyang said this sentence again, this was the second time he said this sentence today.

Under the raging sword energy, Qingyang's right arm had already lost the ability to move.

With a wail, the spirit sword fell on the gray-white stone platform.

With one move, the verdict was decided. No one doubted that if the white robed guest made a full attack, Qingyang's life would be lost.

"How is my sword compared to your sword?"

Gu Shen's voice was still flat, but in Qingyang's ears, it was as heavy as a bell.

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PS:

I originally planned to write [-] words and send it out, but after thinking about it, it’s better to write it in one breath. I’m sorry to keep my brothers and sisters waiting for so long, woo woo woo.

There is also a big guy in the front who gave a reward of 500 starting coins, and I will sort it out, thank you very much!

(End of this chapter)