The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 328 Song Que, you are also a grandmaster!
Kou Zhong was about to rush into the sword formation, but was stopped by Song Que. He was puzzled, "Master, why don't we go in?"

"This sword formation does not distinguish between friend and foe. Except for Mr. Su, anyone else who enters will be attacked. Wouldn't it be better for us to wait here and wait for the enemy to tire themselves out?" As he spoke, he summoned his personal soldiers.

Kou Zhong showed a hint of embarrassment on his face, smiled and said nothing.

Lu Miaozi stroked his beard, his eyes full of thought. As soon as he came here, he found that there was something wrong with the mountain, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. He always felt that there was something out of harmony here.

Now, the sword formation is activated, and the sword gates are like two swords. The earth energy that has been nurtured for who knows how many years is triggered to pour out. The peaks and mountains here are swords, and they naturally contain sword energy, but ordinary people have no way of detecting it. Even if someone can detect it, they cannot mobilize it.

Su Ming was endowed with the power of returning to the origin from the Nether Sea, and he could transform all the energy of heaven and earth for his own use. With the help of the Piaomiao swordsmanship passed down from Ren Piaomiao, he was able to set up this astonishing formation.

Song Que swept his eyes across the two peaks and said in a deep voice, "After today, this Sword Pavilion will probably be destroyed, but the burial of the Guanlong coalition forces here will also leave a heavy mark in history in the future."

In the big formation, Su Ming activated the Nether Sea Return to Origin Energy, and the essence of heaven and earth within a radius of ten miles swarmed in, sucking in water like a tornado and sinking into his body, transforming into the most refined and pure ethereal sword energy.

Sword Qi flowed through the meridians. If it were an ordinary person, his body would have been destroyed beyond recognition by the sword Qi. However, Su Ming had already practiced body-building exercises during the time of The Legend of the Condor Heroes. His Dragon Elephant Prajna technique had reached the top level and was almost perfect. His bones and tendons were strong and powerful, and his endurance was extraordinary.

At this moment, he stood in place with his eyes closed. The sword intent of the dormant dragon in his sea of ​​consciousness rose inch by inch, as if it would ascend to the sky in the next moment. The sword intent condensed into sword energy and slowly moved along the trajectory of the formation.

The sharp sword energy surrounds all around, magnificent and majestic.

For a moment, all the Buddhists present were suppressed and unable to fight back.

Shi Feixuan held the sword in her hand, her temperament became more ethereal and almost fairy-like, her eyes were bright, and a transcendent aura emanated from her body, which was indescribable. The long sword drew mysterious trajectories, shattering the attacking sword energy.

There are many, as vast as an abyss; there is chaos, as disorderly and without any rules.

"What move is this?"

All around her and in front of her, everything she saw and felt was filled with sword energy, as if it would never be cut off or destroyed.

She had heard that Taoist Yu was good at swordsmanship, but such moves were unheard of. Even the realms of Sword Qi Yangtze River and Sword Master of Heaven and Earth recorded in the "Cihang Sword Classic" were far beyond her reach.

Before her eyes was the so-called world of sword energy, the Yangtze River of sword energy. Even with her nearly enlightened state of mind, she could not find a way to break it. She could only guess that it was an array formation, and the center of the formation was the Jade Taoist.

Good sword intention, good sword technique!
Excitement appeared on Fu Cailin's narrow face, his eyes became brighter, and his spiritual power seemed to become substantial. He wandered among the sword energy, the sword light flashed, and he easily cut off all kinds of sword energy.

In less than a quarter of an hour, he had walked through the entire canyon. When he finished, he was even more shocked. The other party actually used the natural world as a formation. The mountain peak of the Sword Pavilion itself stood like a sword. He used this as the eye of the formation and supplemented it with his own sword intent, urging the mountains and terrain to work for him, thus creating this vast sword formation.

If he wants to break the formation, he must either kill the master of the formation or destroy the entire Jiange Mountain. Otherwise, even if he tries his best, he will not be able to break the formation by force.

The powerful spiritual power merged into the heaven and earth, amplifying the senses. Fu Cailin clearly saw the veins and changes of the earth's energy flow. Strands of invisible energy surged out from the ground and turned into sword energy.

Even because Jiange was an ancient battlefield where countless bones were buried, the remaining fierce aura of weapons was also integrated into it, making the sword energy even more powerful. After being cut off, these sword energies did not disappear, but gathered together again and turned into sword energy.

Not for killing, only for consumption!
These sword energies could not kill them, but they could hurt them. They were difficult to ignore and kept blocking their steps.
After seeing all this clearly, he frowned. The scene he least wanted to see happened. The enemy divided the formation into parts and it was easy to be defeated one by one. To break the formation, he had to take the initiative to find the enemy and delay them.

The essence of heaven and earth is not endless, and there will always be a time when it is exhausted, but by then, the situation will be extremely critical. He was unwilling to confront the opponent alone, because the first time he saw the opponent, he knew that he was no match for him.

This was his intuition as a swordsman. This intuition had helped him avoid danger many times, and he believed in it firmly.

For a moment, he was caught in a dilemma. On one side was the Buddhist allies, and on the other was Goguryeo, thousands of miles away. It was very dangerous to confront Su Ming. Once he died here, Goguryeo would fall into crisis and would no longer be able to resist the Central Plains.

After a few breaths, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. He had to take action. Only if the Guanlong Alliance won would Goguryeo have a future. Otherwise, even if he escaped alone, he would be liquidated sooner or later when the Song clan unified the world.

Fu Cailin's eyes focused, and he used his sword to cut off the sword energy one after another and continued to move forward.

After a while, he finally came in front of Su Ming, but the other party was surrounded by sword energy and it was difficult to get close to him.

Then he drew his sword.

The sword slashed out with a mysterious trajectory, piercing through a condensed sword energy. He took a step, moved his body sideways, and moved forward slowly, always able to achieve the greatest progress with the least consumption.

Su Ming had already sensed the opponent's trajectory. The moment he drew his sword, he opened his eyes, looked at him quietly, and slowly said, "Come, let me see your sword skills."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword energy gathered around Su Ming suddenly changed, condensing into a huge sword energy and rushing towards Fu Cailin.

Fu Cailin's eyes became more and more solemn, and the hairs on his body stood up, as if he had met a mortal enemy. He could not dodge or avoid the sword and could only take it head-on.

"drink!"

The true energy of the Jiuxuan Dafa circulated to the tip of the sword, transforming into a dazzling sword energy that rushed forward.

"Oh!"

The sword energy collided, turned into invisible, and was annihilated one after another.

However, Fu Cailin frowned. He had just used the Yi sword technique in an attempt to anticipate the enemy's moves. Along the way, he had seen the changes in the sword energy in the entire sword formation and had already understood the opponent's swordsmanship very well.

His book on chess and sword emphasizes the use of people to play chess and sword, and the use of swords to play chess with the enemy. It integrates chess theory into swordsmanship and focuses on anticipating the enemy's moves. The prerequisite is to use a keen eye to grasp the strengths and weaknesses of the opponent's martial arts, understand the opponent's foundation, and then make a judgment, blocking the opponent's next move in advance, so as to defeat the enemy. Just like when playing chess, you must first understand the eternal and unchanging rules of the chessboard to always take the initiative.

But in front of Su Ming, his Yi sword technique was ineffective. No matter how he swung his sword, he could not avoid it. The sword would always fall on him, and the result would inevitably be that he would be stabbed. However, the sword energy he emitted might not be able to break the sword energy surrounding Su Ming and cause him harm.

With a moment of distraction, the amount of sword energy in the formation decreased by three points.

Venerable Emperor Xin wielded his Zen staff, and the movement was not big, but it was just right to protect the vital parts of his body, while Master Wisdom and several others guarded other positions, waiting for an opportunity to break the formation. They practiced together for many years, fighting against the enemy together, and were very familiar with each other.

Although Su Ming separated them deliberately, they still reunited thanks to the mysterious Zen connection.

Sensing the reduction of sword energy, Venerable Emperor Xin didn't know what was happening, but he also seized this opportunity keenly, "Everyone, prepare to break the formation!" Fu Su Ming stood in place, with sword energy coming one after another around him. Fu Cailin in front of him had already given up the Yi sword technique and was purely fighting the enemy with his own powerful skills. He took a head-on approach and wanted to interfere with Su Ming and reduce the suppression of the formation on his allies.

While facing the enemy, Su Ming was distracted to suppress everyone. Even though Su Ming had the blessing of the Zhelong sword, his mental strength was gradually exhausted. The operation of the formation began to slacken and flaws appeared.

"It's now, the formation is below, break it!"

There was only a loud shout from Venerable Emperor Xin, and the sound waves rolled like waves, penetrating the air and spreading in all directions.

Upon hearing this, the separated monks gathered their true energy and launched powerful attacks.

Several powerful moves landed on the ground and exploded with a loud bang. The circulating earth energy suddenly became disordered and the sword energy actually stagnated.

The monks were overjoyed, it worked!
Then, he used another powerful move, and with a series of loud bangs, the ground was scraped away several feet, leaving holes. The earth's energy veins were interrupted and could no longer be used by Su Ming. The sword energy that permeated a hundred feet suddenly dissipated.

The next moment, the Song clan, who had been prepared for a long time, rushed into the battlefield and faced their enemies.

Pei Ju faced Fan Qinghui, Lu Miaozi faced a monk from Jingnian Zen Temple, Kou Zhong chose Shi Feixuan, Lao Tianshi faced Kong, and the rest chose their opponents.

Song Que was standing in front of the four holy monks, staring at them intently.

"boom!"

There was a thunder in the sky, dark clouds gathered, raindrops fell in an instant, and the air became humid.

Venerable Di Xin gripped the iron Zen staff with increasing force, his eyes were stern and he was extremely alert. Master Zhihui was facing a formidable enemy and raised his palm to his chest. Monk Dao Xin also became serious and alert. Master Jiaxiang's face became ruddy and his withered body seemed like a dead tree coming back to life.

Song Que just stood there quietly holding the long sword, but the four monks felt pain in their eyebrows, as if they were pointed at by an invisible blade. Their minds were frantically alarmed and their hearts were pounding.

Since their debut, they have formed the Buddhist F4 and have been invincible. Even Shi Zhixuan was chased everywhere by them, and even though the other party has become a grandmaster, it did not give them such strong pressure.

After all, Shi Zhixuan was an assassin from the Butian Pavilion, and the two sides had fought many times, so they knew each other well. However, Song Que gave them the feeling that he was a greater threat than Shi Zhixuan. In a trance, they seemed to feel the approach of death.

There is only one answer to this.

Venerable Emperor Xin looked at the other party and said in a deep voice, "Song Que, you are also a Grandmaster!"

Who could have thought that Song Que, who had been sitting in Lingnan for decades, would break through silently and become the fourth grandmaster in the world.

How can it be?

Everyone in the fight was shocked, as if they had heard something incredible: there were two great masters here!
The Buddhist monks were extremely panicked. One grandmaster was already difficult enough to deal with, and now another one showed up. "If you are a grandmaster, why didn't you tell us earlier? If you had told us earlier, we wouldn't have come."

Venerable Emperor Xin was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "Amitabha, Master Song, you came here today because we have offended you. I am willing to take on all the sins, turn hostility into friendship, put an end to the war, and bring peace back to Shu."

"The coalition forces will withdraw to Guanzhong and return Hanzhong to the Song clan. I wonder what the clan leaders think?"

For a moment, the faces of the people from the Song clan froze. Are all monks so shameless?
Only Pei Ju's expression did not change at all. He had long witnessed the shamelessness of Buddhism and was not surprised at all.

Song Que's expression did not change at all. He raised his arm, pointed the tip of his knife at the other party, and said in a deep voice, "Master Di Xin, fighting on the battlefield is no child's play. This land of Shu is not a place where you can come and go as you please!"

"Let's meet Zhenzhang!"

The four great monks sighed in unison, feeling extremely bitter in their hearts. The moment they learned that Song Que was the grandmaster, the ending was already determined.

……

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the battle between the grandmasters gave rise to a resonance between heaven and man, causing changes in the celestial phenomena.

And there are not one, but three grand masters here.

There was no need to worry about maintaining the sword formation, and Su Ming did not need to continue standing still and attacking. There was no doubt that before he appeared, Fu Cailin was the most powerful swordsman in the world. Now, the two top swordsmen had finally officially fought each other.

"Dangdang~"

The sound of metal clashing suddenly rose up, even drowning out the sounds of wind and rain around, and became more and more intense. Both sides moved dodging and dodging, leaving a trail of afterimages wherever they passed.

Killing Fu Cailin is easy, but Su Ming wants to see the opponent's Yi swordsmanship. One can learn from others' strengths. Power does not necessarily mean perfection. No matter how strong the Piaomiao swordsmanship is, it is not Su Ming's way. Fu Cailin's Yi swordsmanship may give him some inspiration.

At this time, Su Ming no longer used the Piaomiao sword technique, but instead used the Jingzhe sword technique he created himself. This sword technique currently only has two moves, Jingzhe and Jingmeng. It is based on the Jingzhe sword intent and is a sword technique that he created completely by himself.

Without the suppression of the vast sword energy, Fu Cailin used all his swordplay to transform himself into a chess player, observing Su Ming's sword and getting a glimpse of the changes in his swordplay.

When Su Ming dispersed the sword energy suppression, he still felt happy, because he thought he could see through the changes in the Piaomiao Sword Formation, that is, he saw the essence of the opponent's swordsmanship and could anticipate the enemy's moves.

However, when they actually fought, he was shocked.

In the blink of an eye, the long swords collided and hit each other, and then looking at the man holding the sword, two figures suddenly moved back and forth in the wind and rain. When the sword shadows collided, the sword light was like thunder and fire, arguing endlessly, and the sword energy made a hissing sound. The falling raindrops were cut into pieces by the sword energy and dispersed into water mist. From a distance, it looked like two dragons swimming in the wind and rain.

The so-called essence of swordsmanship was ineffective, and Fu Cailin's Yi swordsmanship could not be restrained. He could only use his own exquisite swordsmanship to meet the enemy.

On the other hand, Su Ming used the move of Jingzhe, and the sword was as sharp as a dragon rising into the sky, unstoppable. The wind and rain around him suddenly stagnated, and it seemed as if they stopped in the air. When he used the move, the wind and rain did not fall down, but rolled up into the sky, like a waterfall hanging high in the sky, and fell from the sky with the tip of the sword.

Fu Cailin sensed the sword intent contained in this move, but did not feel the death intent, and could not help but shout, "You also take my sword!"

(End of this chapter)