Huang Qing opened his eyes and looked at the young man who was almost lying on the ground. There was some pity in his eyes. He felt sorry for the young man's talent, but there was also some obscure self-mockery. The Taiping Order once said that where a poisonous snake appeared, there must be herbs. This was the natural law of all things in the world. The more a carp turned into a dragon, the more difficult it was to escape. A hundred years ago, Liu Songtao was invincible in the world and sealed the mountain for a nameless wandering Taoist. Li Chungang's swordsmanship was known to be on par with heaven. He opened the Gate of Heaven whenever he wanted, but he was restrained by Wang Xianzhi. In the end, Wang Xianzhi died in the hands of Hsu Fengnian.
Huang Qing calmed his mind and collected his thoughts. In front of him, Xu Longxiang had already been blasted into the huge pit by countless Sword Qis. In his field of vision, with the young man as the center, numerous yellow Jiao Dragon Sword Qis rose from the ground like blooming flower buds. They continuously smashed onto the young man's back, not giving him a chance to catch his breath. After all, it was reasonable that the strength of the dragon and elephant could not defeat the grand atmosphere of heaven and earth. Although Huang Qing was a little regretful that the young man did not make him use all his strength, it was not easy for him to hold on for so long in a game of swordsmanship. Huang Qing did not want to kill Xu Longxiang in this way. It was not that he was afraid of being hated by the young King of Beiliang in the future, but that Huang Qing was able to reach the Great Grandmaster Realm of swordsmanship today, and he had a matching breadth of mind.
Huang Qing reached out and pressed down on the Calm Storm, then suddenly pushed it back into the scabbard.
"Place the Heaven's Origin."
At the same time, a terrifying Sword Qi as thick as the roots of a mountain fell from the sky.
The Sword Qi exploded into the ground, just like a famous sword returning to its scabbard.
The Sword Qi was so rich that it was exaggerated to the point of flowing water. It crazily overflowed from the big pit and flowed rapidly outside the big pit, soaking the yellow sand.
Huang Qing sighed slightly in his heart and turned to return to Gusai State.
The Calm Storm in his hand trembled slightly, and the amplitude was increasing.
Huang Qing frowned and looked at the big pit again.
He could not detect a trace of vitality, but because of this, the laughter squeezed out from the throat like a beast was particularly terrifying.
A thin figure in ragged clothes walked out along the slope of the pit. He was bent and his hands were hanging low.
When he raised his head, Huang Qing was a pair of golden eyes...
There was not the slightest hint of emotion in those eyes. There was neither sadness nor joy, neither worry nor joy.
In the blink of an eye, Huang Qing controlled the sword Qi to erect six tall walls behind him. The youth, who had lost his human aura, instantly appeared behind Huang Qing. He then began to run, smashing through the six walls in one breath. His running speed did not decrease but instead increased. When he was two zhang away from Huang Qing, the youth leaped high into the air and pounced at Huang Qing.
Huang Qing's hand that was holding the sword slid down and grasped the end of Calm Disturbance's scabbard. After raising his arm, the hilt of the sword accurately hit the young man's throat.
Huang Qing said in a low voice, "Dismissed!"
.......
. A bright sword light bloomed in front of the young man's chest.
But what surprised Huang Qing was that after the collision, the young man tilted his head back and then hit forward at a faster speed. Not only did he break the Sword Qi, but he also almost lost his sword.
Huang Qing took a few steps back. During this time, his five fingers loosened briefly. When the hilt of the Calm Storm was knocked back to his palm, he held it again. Fortunately, he did not fail miserably. Otherwise, the Sword Qi would have been knocked out of his hand by the young man's throat.
But Huang Qing's palm was also bleeding.
Huang Qing's wrist shook. The sword was only an inch out when the young man landed and twisted his body. He held the hilt with one hand and "gently" pushed his chest with the other.
Not only was the Calm Storm pushed back into the scabbard, but Huang Qing was also pushed more than a hundred feet away by the young man.
Huang Qing, who was flying backwards, stepped on the air a few times like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water, creating a long string of mysterious ripples that looked like water ripples. When those ripples gradually expanded and came into contact with each other, sword qi swayed like lotuses from the 'water'. These twenty or so green lotuses were as tall as an adult in the blink of an eye, blocking the path of the young man.
The young man with golden eyes stared at Huang Qing. In the process of sprinting, he grinned but did not speak. His hands casually tore apart the green lotuses that were in his way.
Huang Qing took half a step forward, and the back of his shoe was completely covered by the yellow sand. Then, he drew an arc on the ground and took half a step back. The yellow sand behind him was pulled by this half step, and he actually pulled out a crescent-shaped sand dragon that was more than 100 feet long.
Huang Qing's move was not the sword out of the scabbard, but the scabbard leaving the sword.
It was aimed at the young man's heart.
Since ancient times, swords had always been shorter and shorter. The Qin sword was more than twenty-two inches long, while the Dafeng sword was only nineteen inches and six fen. Later on, the Nine Kingdoms' private sword furnaces aside, the imperial court's swords all had different lengths, but they did not exceed the Dafeng sword. However, the Calm Storm, which was one of the most famous swords in the world, was a new weapon that had been forged for less than twenty years. It was as long as the ancient sword of the Qin Dynasty, twenty-one inches and three fen. It was to seek the profound meaning of "long sword to reach far". This was probably the expectation of the person who gave the sword to Huang Qing.
After Huang Qing unsheathed the scabbard instead of the sword, he silently recited, "Sixteen views!"
The scabbard was sixteen inches away from the sword tip. Every inch out, there was a view.
One view, one form. Sixteen wonderful visions appeared in the sixteen inches in the air.
First, there was an illusory little man in a green robe sitting on the sword tip in Huang Qing's hand. He was facing the west. There was a rising sun, shaped like a hanging drum. When the red sun was seen, it opened and closed its eyes.
After the sun view, there was a water view. There was ice like colored glaze, shining brightly.
Next, there was the Vajra Seven Treasures Golden Pagoda, shining brightly.
There were constantly precious trees, precious ponds, and precious lotuses growing. There was the endless music of the heavens, and the fairies scattered flowers.
Most of Huang Qing's sword.
One sword gave birth to Buddha.
Xu Longxiang's heart was struck by this sword, or rather, the scabbard. His body maintained a charging posture, but he suddenly stopped.
Huang Qing slowly moved forward and pushed the sword back into the scabbard. Every inch the sword returned to the scabbard, there was a form that dissipated, and the young man took a step back.
Huang Qing looked at the young man sixteen steps away and sighed softly, "I only know that ghosts and gods can protect things, but I don't know that dragons and elephants will turn into ashes."
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