Embers of Sword

Chapter 131 A wooden branch

The smile on Jing Qingming's face suddenly froze.

He looked at the young man in front of him with a gloomy expression and said coldly: "Xie Zhen! I think you are shameless!"

Having said that.

But Jing Qingming did not attack directly.

The reason why he was "late" was that he had to wait first... what he was waiting for was the first group of wandering cultivators from the mountains to come and visit him.

Now that a battle had already been fought in front of Xie Zhen’s mansion, he still chose the most conservative style of play when fighting again!
Jing Qingming snorted coldly, a wisp of sword thought hung high in the air, and the message of his soul immediately spread out. The disciples of the Silver Moon Sect who came with him immediately scattered in all directions, and the position where each person stepped was important.

"Sword array?"

Xie Xuanyi took a glance and couldn't help but sneer.

"Yes... you know what you are talking about. It is a sword formation."

Jing Qingming clasped his hands together.

The sword energy cave behind him slowly rose up, and nearly a hundred silver-white sword energies gradually overlapped together, piecing together to form a towering heavy sword that was a hundred feet tall.

The heavy sword was like a snow-white waterfall, with the tip of the sword pointing to the ground.

The pouring sword energy rushed across the lawn of Lotus Peak, bringing with it waves of chill.

Have to admit.

Jing Qingming is not at the same level as those "loose cultivators" who came to ask for swordsmanship before...

This sword energy ceremony.

Fang Yuanfang believes that he has a good chance of breaking into the top ten!
Jing Qingming was not a humble person either. He had announced long before he set off that he would aim to be in the top ten in this Sword Qi Ceremony and would definitely join the Golden Ao Peak!

Rumble!
A strong wind blew up on the lawn of Lotus Peak. The Silver Moon Sect disciples standing on all sides of Xie Xuanyi summoned their natal flying swords one by one.

Each of them stood at a center position of the formation!
Every wisp of sword energy!
They all turned into straight chains and shot towards the heavy sword hanging high!

With the support of this great formation, the heavy sword behind Jing Qingming continued to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, growing stronger and stronger, and finally became as high as a small mountain!
"What is the name of this formation?"

Xie Xuanyi looked up at the sword that reached the sky, his eyes filled with emotion.

Why did he feel that this sword formation looked familiar?

"This formation is called 'Qianjun Waterfall'!"

Jing Qingming sneered and said, "This formation requires the combined efforts of thirteen disciples to be completed. It is what my master learned after ten years of seclusion! Xie Zhen, you are lucky. You are the first person to witness the birth of this formation. Tonight, I will use you to clear my name!"

"Qianjun Waterfall?"

Xie Xuanyi turned a deaf ear to Jing Qingming's words.

He looked at the hanging sword silently.

The sword energy leaked out from the ground, just like a waterfall.

If I remember correctly, after he became the leader in swordsmanship, he was invited to Jiangning to give a sermon for the Xie family. Many fellow sword practitioners came from all corners of the world to give that sermon.

"Silver Moon Sect..."

Xie Xuanyi frowned and tried hard to recall the information in the Fangyuanfang case file.

The information on the major sects in Dachu Nanli was too much and too complicated, and he didn't have time to finish reading it.

A familiar name suddenly popped into my mind.

Xie Xuanyi looked at Jing Qingming who was suspended in the air, thought for a long time, rubbed his chin and asked: "Your master is... Ji Haoming?"

"How dare you! How can you call out the name of Master directly!"

Jing Qingming shouted angrily!
He held the heavy sword in both hands and slashed down with one blow!
With a sound of bell!
The huge heavy sword flowing with silver moonlight was aimed at Xie Xuanyi's head and smashed down. This sword carried the power of heaven and earth, stirring up a strong wind like waves, and finally smashed a long and thick gully on the lawn of Lotus Peak!
"call……"

Jing Qingming narrowed his eyes, and the heavy sword slowly rose up. He stared at the location of the gully plowed by the sword energy.

Smoke and dust flew everywhere.

A very conspicuous figure in black stood beside the ravine.

"The Qianjun Waterfall missed? Was it dodged?"

Jing Qingming's pupils suddenly contracted, and the next moment he realized the problem: "No...Xie Zhen didn't move."

From beginning to end, Xie Zhen didn't move.

What's happening here?
Jing Qingming suddenly had a bad reaction in his heart.

"It's really Ji Hao's fate..."

Xie Xuanyi had a complicated look on his face. He looked at the silver-white heavy sword hanging high in the sky and couldn't help but recall the scene of his preaching in the past.

At that time, there was a person who kept pestering me and wanted to challenge me to a duel with him.

Xie Xuanyi, who has already reached the top of the sword-fighting world... naturally would not compete with others casually.

then.

He casually swung his sword at the mountains and rivers not far away, facing the man who was harassing him.

One sword cuts off the mountain and creates a waterfall!
The sword that Xie Xuanyi casually swung out that year was the result of an inadvertent enlightenment he gained when he passed by Yuping Peak... Therefore, the sword's meaning was mixed with the scene and artistic conception of his enlightenment at that time.

Waterfalls, cold air, and broken mountains.

The sword formation that Jing Qingming has condensed now just happens to be mixed with several artistic conceptions of this sword, so it looks very familiar.

The person who was harassing him that day was none other than Ji Haoming.

"Did he spend ten years meditating on this ray of sword power?"

Xie Xuanyi looked at the Qianjun Waterfall Sword Formation and felt helpless.

When I swung out that sword intent.

It was really just a casual act, just to get rid of Ji Hao's life.

After seeing the sword, the latter stopped pestering... and sat in front of the broken mountain like a madman.

"A heavy sword has no edge, and great skill has no workmanship."

Xie Xuanyi now looked at the sword formation and saw the problem at a glance.

In order to restore the might of that sword...

Ji Haoming pondered for ten years and finally adopted a clever method, asking thirteen disciples to "gather" enough sword energy to simulate the artistic conception of that sword.

This sword, when performed by Jing Qingming at this moment, has restored about 50% of its original style.

But there is still a crucial point missing.

"If you don't have the determination to never return, there is no point in holding a heavy sword."

Xie Xuanyi shook his head and said seriously: "This sword formation is interesting, but you... can't do it."

"Big talk!"

Jing Qingming looked gloomy and shouted sternly: "You are just a warrior! You are not qualified to talk about swords!"

He formed seals with his hands again, and raised the sword that reached the sky high. The sword intent condensed at the tip of the sword was like pouring out of a treasure bottle.

The rolling sword energy falls like a waterfall!
Xie Xuanyi still just stood there. He stretched out his hand and gently hooked his fingertips.

In the howling wind.

A branch of an old tree in the distance broke—

Whoosh.

The broken branch flew straight towards Xie Xuanyi's palm. Snap!

The branch swept into the palm!

Xie Xuanyi grabbed the branch and waved it gently.

At this moment, the lawn of Lotus Peak was covered with sword energy, the wind was like a dragon's roar, and the sword energy was like a phoenix's cry. The dry and yellow branch was wrapped in the fierce sword intent and trembled under the weight.

Rumble!
The heavy sword fell, and the silver-white sword energy came over like an overwhelming force. Xie Xuanyi slowly raised his head and looked at the silver-white giant sword with compassion, which almost filled his entire field of vision.

He raised his arms.

Attach a wisp of vital energy to the branch.

Then aim at the weakest point of the sword formation.

Just click gently.

……

……

"What did you say?"

"Xie Zhen didn't close the door to avoid the fight, but took the initiative to ask for the sword? And he asked everyone for the sword?!"

The top of the mountain where Prince Jiangning lives is brightly lit all night long.

Most of those wandering cultivators in the mountains have already dispersed, but there are still many young and important people drinking here and "watching the fun".

As the host, Prince Jiangning invited all the new nobles to make friends with him, so he naturally had to show up. However, after holding the wine cup and personally toasting everyone, he left quietly and went to the back of the mansion alone, stepping into the great formation of luck set up by the incense master.

Xie's secret agents continued to provide intelligence.

Xie Zhen asked everyone about the sword... When the news reached the mansion, it caused a burst of laughter in the mansion.

A young master from an aristocratic family said drunkenly, "Is this guy crazy? He asked everyone about the sword, and then what?"

The spy reported truthfully with a complicated expression.

After the words fell——

The laughter in the mansion disappeared in an instant.

The smiles on everyone's faces froze.

"Xie Zhen beat up everyone?" The young master thought he had heard wrongly.

He confirmed it several times, and then the wine cup in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

"Crazy... This Xie Zhenzhen is a madman..."

Then he remembered something important and asked hurriedly, "What about Jing Qingming? Didn't Brother Jing lead his men there as well?"

The spy looked hesitant and whispered, "Jing Qingming... was also defeated."

"Jing Qingming also lost?"

Everyone in Prince Jiangning's residence gasped.

"how is this possible?"

The young master could not accept the reality. He murmured, "Brother Jing is at the Cave Heaven Realm, and he is accompanied by thirteen disciples of the Silver Moon Sect... His Royal Highness once said that once this Thousand-pound Waterfall Sword Formation is deployed, even he will find it extremely difficult..."

"Have you ever seen clearly what Xie Zhen's natal flying sword is?"

This question.

This made the spy feel a little embarrassed.

"Didn't you see clearly?" The young master frowned.

"It's not that I didn't see it clearly."

The detective smiled bitterly and said, "But... no."

"No?"

Everyone in the mansion was bewildered.

"Although Xie Zhen took the initiative to ask for the sword earlier, he used his fists."

The spy whispered, "In the later battle against Jing Qingming, he did use a sword, but..."

"But what?"

These young dignitaries looked anxious and paused for some reason.

"However, what Xie Zhen used was just a wooden sword."

The detective sighed.

"To be precise, Xie Zhen picked up a branch and defeated Jing Qingming and the Silver Moon Sect's 'Qianjun Waterfall' formation."

When these powerful people heard the news, they were all stunned.

"The sword formation was broken, Jing Qingming was seriously injured, and the other disciples also lost consciousness. Now, they have all been sent to Zhenyin Peak for treatment..."

The spy smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid the Silver Moon Sect will have no chance to participate in the upcoming Sword Qi Ceremony."

……

……

"Jing Qingming is really disappointing."

In the great formation of luck shrouded in clouds and mist.

Prince Jiang Ning put his hands behind his back, not disguising the sarcasm and mockery in his eyes: "The Silver Moon Sect spent ten years practicing the 'Thousand-pound Waterfall' sword formation, but they couldn't even force Xie Zhen's natal flying sword out... In the end, the opponent just used a wooden sword to smash the heavy sword and penetrate the formation. Can you imagine that this would be the result?"

"This battle was indeed unexpected."

The incense master sat in the big formation.

As he did in the past, he took advantage of the terrain of the mountain and silently observed the flow of energy in the peaks of the Dashui Sword Palace.

The incense master sighed and said, "But what really surprised me was not Jing Qingming's defeat, but Xie Zhen's strength... It's really hard to figure out."

Xie Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

"The Qianjun Waterfall Sword Formation, Jing Qingming has roughly performed it several times in front of His Highness."

The incense master said in confusion: "The power of this formation should not be underestimated. Even if it can be dismantled... it will take a lot of effort. How did Xie Zhen do it? He dismantled the Qianjun Waterfall with a wooden sword? Is he actually a gifted formation master?"

"..."

After hearing this, Prince Jiangning fell silent.

"That doesn't make sense. It really doesn't make sense."

The incense master aimed the fortune formation towards the direction of Lotus Peak. No matter how he looked at it, the Lotus Peak looked withered and dilapidated.

He aimed the formation's fortune monitoring direction towards the old courtyard at the foot of Lotus Peak.

After looking around, I couldn't see any clues.

That young man.

Just as I had seen before.

Lifeless and broken.

This kind of person doesn't even look like he can live long, so how can he compete with the dragons?
(End of this chapter)