This battle of strength was also like a battle of contradictions.
In the water element, the dragon force was the strongest, and in the land element, the elephant force was the strongest.
Xu Longxiang, the only lucky person in the world who was born in the Vajra Realm, was known as Beiliang's sturdiest shield.
However, he met Huang Qing of Beimang's Thirteen Prefectures, who was the sharpest spear in Beimang.
Huang Qing's sword was only three inches out, but it was already magnificent.
It was like the sword immortal in the sky had broken a string of prayer beads. Thousands of sword energy beads, big and small, fell on a jade plate and rolled forward.
Xu Longxiang, on the other hand, used the desert as a drum. With a punch, he attracted the scene of the Earth Bull turning over. The sky and earth were turned upside down, and yellow tornadoes broke out of the ground continuously.
The green pearls condensed by the sword energy were smashed into pieces in the yellow sand, filling the sky with dust and obscuring one's vision.
Although the Earth Bull had the unrivalled spirit of pulling up mountains and rivers, each and every one of the pearls guided by the sword aura contained spirituality. Although eight or nine out of ten of them were shattered by the yellow sand tornado, there were still no less than a hundred green sword pearls that bypassed the sand column and rushed toward Xu Longxiang.
Xu Longxiang, who had a wooden expression, took a step forward. A fan-shaped sand wall was erected in front of him. The beads crashed into the wall one after another. There was both the brilliance of mutual destruction and the helplessness of hitting a rock with eggs.
The green sword energy was flowing chaotically, and the yellow sand was also surging endlessly.
When the green robe was about to be destroyed by the pearls, Huang Qing's left hand pressed on the sword, and he floated silently.
Huang Qing casually took the sword from his waist and hit Xu Longxiang's chest with the sword hilt. The Calm Disturbance, which was three inches out of the sheath, was knocked back into the scabbard after one hit!
Xu Longxiang was not sent flying. His feet were still rooted to the ground, but his body slid back several feet. The young man bent slightly, forcibly stopping the momentum of his retreat, and instantly began to sprint, smashing his fists toward the green robed swordsman.
With a flick of his wrist, Huang Qing held his sword horizontally in front of him. His left elbow pressed against the scabbard, forcefully resisting Xu Longxiang's fists.
The sixth most famous sword in the world, Calm Disturbance, let out an ear-piercing roar in the scabbard, and the scabbard trembled violently.
Xu Longxiang maintained his posture of striking the sword with his fists and continued to run forward, while Huang Qing was pushed back several dozen feet.
Huang Qing, whose feet were a foot off the ground, tapped the ground lightly with his thumb. With a smile on his face, he calmly pulled his sword out of its sheath by an inch.
Li Ge folded.
Xu Longxiang was too lazy to care about what kind of sword move, sword intent, and sword momentum this time, and smashed his fists again.
Two-inch Sword, Stacked Two.
Three inches was three stacks.
Xu Longxiang punched the scabbard again and again. Although Huang Qing, who was hovering in the air, never abandoned his sword, he was unable to stop Xu Longxiang's charge. However, as the number of punches from Li Ge increased, the distance Huang Qing retreated after each punch from the youth decreased.
After Xu Longxiang's eighth punch and Li Ge's Eight Stacks, Huang Qing finally stood still, with the demeanor of a grandmaster who would not move even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.
Huang Qing, whose sleeves were fluttering, looked at the youth in front of him. He did not speak, but there was undisguised surprise and admiration in his eyes. There was only a trace of disappointment after the dust had settled.
His final fist contained the legendary strength of eight dragons and eight elephants, so he was naturally a rarely seen genius of the martial dao. However, he, Huang Qing, still possessed the Nine Folds of Li Ge, and even the Ten Layered Mountains that he evolved from. If this youth who was renowned throughout Northern Mang's court stopped here, then he, Huang Qing, didn't dare say that he could defeat his opponent without even drawing his sword. At the very least, he would be in an invincible position. The reason why Huang Qing chose to use Li Ge to fight against Xu Longxiang was that he did not have the thought of comparing the youth with Murong Baoding. The latter was a stone Buddha who had been famous for a long time. Huang Qing had once compared notes with the high-ranking imperial relative a few years ago. They did not fight to the death and did not overdo it. When Huang Qing was young, he was determined to use his sword to break the "Vajra Meditation" of the white-robed monk of the Two Zen Temples and complete the feat that Tuoba Bodhisattva could not. Murong Baoding, who was known to be invincible, was undoubtedly the best test stone for his sword. It was said that the youth in front of him, who had cracked Murong Baoding's golden body in Qingcang City in Liuzhou, was even more so.
The expressionless Xu Longxiang threw out another punch in a seemingly lukewarm manner. The previous eight punches were all done step by step, with the strength of the dragon and elephant progressing layer by layer. Huang Qing's Li Ge was nothing more than following the prescribed order, layer by layer.
Huang Qing, who originally wanted to use Li Ge, felt his heart skip a beat. He resolutely abandoned Li Ge's Nine-layered Sword and shouted softly, jumping directly to the Ten-layered Mountain. Huang Qing, who was surrounded by six or seven green rainbows, not only did not use the Ten-layered Mountain to block the impact of the ninth punch, but the green rainbows also exploded in the blink of an eye. The Calm Storm was smashed into an astonishing arc by the two punches. Huang Qing retreated again and again until he was eighty feet away before he could stop the decline. The scabbard of the Calm Storm was finally straightened with great difficulty. Huang Qing was neither angry nor fearful. Instead, he was amazed and gratified. He changed the sword stance from raising his arm horizontally to raising his sword vertically. In the blink of an eye, he took the opportunity to remove the huge remaining force from the sword.
Huang Qing's thumb caressed the sword hilt. The scene of the sword energy pouring out into green rainbows was gone. However, the more it was like this, the more oppressive it felt like a storm was coming.
Li Chungang had passed away. Fortunately, there was still the Peach Blossom Sword Deity.
Before Đồng Thái, who went to the sea to visit immortals, returned to the land, he lifted the sea with his sword and flooded the Guanyin Sect.
Huang Qing had only gone to Liyang River Lake once in his life, but he had stopped at Northern Liang. He had met the young Chief of Wudang Mountain, Li Yufu, once, and quickly returned to Northern Mang. During this period of time, it could not be said that they were at each other's throats, nor were they at daggers drawn. Instead, he took the opportunity to admire the spectacular scenery of the eighty-one peaks. He also watched the peaceful scene of thousands of people practicing their fists in front of the Wudang Main Palace at Big Lotus Peak in the morning and evening. In the end, Huang Qing did not continue his long journey to the hinterland of the Central Plains. He did not challenge the white-robed monk Li Dangxin, nor did he meet Deng Taia, the new champion of the world's sword art. However, he left in high spirits and returned in high spirits. In addition, he occasionally learned something from his chat with Li Yufu, which was of great benefit to his martial arts cultivation. In terms of the word "Dao", Huang Qing admitted that there was no clear winner in his short and amiable conversation with Li Yufu. However, in terms of the word "skill", he had a vivid understanding.
Xu Longxiang did not pursue him. Huang Qing slightly raised the ancient sword in his hand and laughed softly, "I am from Chess and Sword Music School. My sword energy is close to Huang Qing's, and my sword is calm. When I was young, I entered the sword art through the way of chess and returned to the way of chess at the age of 30. I thought that returning to the way of sword art in my lifetime would be the end of my martial arts life. Unexpectedly, I found a new way by accident and reached the third realm of the three realms of Chess Player Observation in my sect. With this, I created a new sword. I wanted to use this sword to compete with Đồng Thái … "
The young man looked puzzled and whispered, "Just fight. Why are you so meddlesome?"
Huang Qing smiled and explained patiently, "You said it was one sword, but it may be a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand. To be precise, it should be a game of swords."
Xu Longxiang did not talk nonsense at all. He directly stepped forward and began to sprint in a straight line toward the chattering middle-aged swordsman.
Huang Qing, who was like a scholar meeting a soldier, laughed it off. Then, he looked serious and closed his eyes to absorb the Noble Qi of Heaven and Earth.
Waves of Noble Qi filled the space between heaven and earth.
It vaguely formed a chessboard, with the famous rivers in the world as the winding chess lines and the huge mountains as the huge chess pieces.
It formed a Small Chiliocosm.
If the strength that Huang Qing had shown so far was that his swordsmanship was only at the mysterious level and his will was not at the celestial level, but his mind at the moment reached the level of an immortal on earth.
It was no wonder that Huang Qing returned to Beiliang happily after a trip to Beimang.
Huang Qing let go of the Calm Disturbance in his hand, and the ancient sword quickly floated in front of him. The sword was halfway out.
Huang Qing's right hand made the shape of lifting and placing chess pieces, and said softly, "Mount Wudang. Top. "
Top was one of the terms of Go.
It was just right to restrain Xu Longxiang's seemingly dignified but slightly clumsy chess style.
A sword aura was born.
Xu Longxiang's shoulder crashed into the ethereal aura of the "Mount Wudang" in front of him.
Huang Qing continued to lift and place chess pieces.
The change of the first two pieces was very small.
That was why it was called Little Sharp.
But the sword aura was vigorous and solid.
As the saying goes, there is no evil hand in a small point. Huang Qing's chess moves, or sword moves, were also upright. It was just a normal game of chess. Of course, it was one piece after another. But this game of chess created by Huang Qing was like flying pieces, not following the rules at all.
After the small point, it was the tight qi. After the tight qi, it was the elephant step. Then, it was the combination of the seal and suppression. There was also the continuous power of the Thousand Treasure Pavilion.
Huang Qing's elegant face glowed with a kind of solemn and dignified brilliance.
All the yellow sand that could be blown by the breeze was strangely still at this moment. Only the majestic sword aura was wantonly rampaging.
I have an abundant sword aura that is unparalleled in the world.
There will be a sword to tell the world.
I have been depressed for forty years.
Today, I have to speak my mind.
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