During the battle in the alley of Beimang, the blind female guqin player, Xue Songguan, had stopped the rain in the alley in an instant. During the battle at the city gate of Dunhuang, the world's greatest demon, Luo Yang, stepped on the ground, splashing countless raindrops into flying swords. She competed with the new God of Swords, Đồng Thái. In terms of level, Hsu Fengnian was not as good as the blind guqin player who had skipped the Vajra Entering Mystery Finger. In terms of internal energy, he was miles ahead of Li Chungang and Luo Yang outside Dunhuang. However, under his feet, there was a two-faced and six-armed Celestial Phenomenon expert in a red robe. Both of them were mentally connected. Xu Ying continuously transferred internal energy to Hsu Fengnian. Like a flood rushing into the lake, Hsu Fengnian naturally had the illusion of being an independent sword deity. Hsu Fengnian thought he knew his limits. He used his heavenly energy to make tens of thousands of crooked snow swords. The deterrence was far greater than the actual effect. However, he did not know that in his body, there was a dilapidated pond that looked like a withered lotus leaf. A purple-gold lotus seed had broken out of the ground and a tender seedling was swaying gently.
Above everyone's head, there were tens of thousands of white swords on the lake. They were slanted horizontally and vertically, and their thickness and length did not have a fixed pattern. However, in terms of grandeur, it was indeed rare. Hsu Fengnian's unique understanding of swordsmanship, coupled with the support of Xu Ying's perfect Celestial Phenomenon level, had finally created this picture scroll on the Dragon Lake.
In Jianghu, there was an unavoidable grassroots atmosphere. If one could not afford a sword or a secret manual, he would be in poverty. A single copper coin could kill a hero. In Jianghu, there was a vicious atmosphere. Although they called each other brothers, they would backstab each other. In Jianghu, there was a righteous spirit. Drawing a sword and becoming a swift strike would not disappoint the youth. However, the Jianghu also had the aura of immortals and chivalry. The Qi cultivators' white robes fluttered in the wind as they walked on the lake. This was undoubtedly the aura of immortals in the eyes of the commoners. Hsu Fengnian insisted on blocking the way for the sake of his old friend's kindness. At first, it seemed like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. This was the aura of chivalry that ordinary people could not understand. Tens of thousands of snow swords floating in the air was even more of an aura of immortals. Hsu Fengnian bravely pursued the cornered bandits, not giving them the slightest chance to catch their breath, he suddenly pressed down with both hands.
The snow and tens of thousands of swords pressed down on the Guanyin Sect Qi Refinement Warrior.
The barefoot young woman who had been mediocre all this while suddenly giggled and said, "There are thousands of swords in the world, but one sword in my hand is enough."
She did not use the talisman sword that was more suitable for killing demons and exorcism. Instead, she used the same method as Wang Xiaoping. Between the lake and the snow sword, she bent down and rushed forward like a white feather arrow. She made a gesture of picking up a bucket with one hand. A water column in the lake was like a flood dragon coming out of the water. She held it and it became a dark green long sword. It was obvious that he wanted to capture the ringleader before capturing the bandits. So what if there were ten thousand swords above his head?
If you make ten thousand snow swords, I'll break it with a water sword.
It was unknown when such a strange saying had spread in the Jianghu. There was a dragon lady in the South Sea whose swordsmanship had reached perfection. The wind was high and the waves were fast, but the sword traveled ten thousand miles while riding a toad.
On the last page of the Bladesmanship Manual, there was a saying that the sword had a tacit understanding. Hsu Fengnian, who had accidentally lost the Great Vajra Realm and dropped two levels, could only settle for the next best thing. He wholeheartedly rode on his sword and fought in close quarters. He boasted that he could kill anyone below the Xuan Finger Realm with twelve flying swords within a hundred feet. Hsu Fengnian was not afraid and continued to let the snow sword press down on him.
Swordsmanship had always been controversial. It was difficult to have both the bear's paw and the shark's fin at the same time. For hundreds of years, Li Chungang was the one who had both. The Two-sleeved Green Snake was the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and the Sword Opening the Gate of Heaven was the pinnacle of swordsmanship. Before Đồng Thái fought against the number one in Beimang, Tuoba, he gave people the impression that he was bent on stepping on the head of the Wu family's Sword Tomb. He wanted to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship and achieve Dao. It was only after he borrowed the sword that he changed and began to focus on swordsmanship. This was not to say that the Peach Blossom Sword God's swordsmanship was bad. It was just that his attainments in swordsmanship were not as brilliant. Using the sword in one's hand to inflict the greatest amount of damage and reach the terrifying realm of being able to fight against a thousand people, the requirements for both swordsmanship and swordsmanship were extremely high. It was not difficult to break the armor of the soldiers with a single sword strike, but the armor was an inanimate object after all. The soldiers were not inanimate objects, and they were not wooden stakes that would allow the sword qi to injure them. Furthermore, the exertion of all forces in the world would result in a backlash. Back then, during the battle at the Guangling River, thirty to forty percent of the injuries suffered by the old man in the sheepskin fur coat were caused by his own sword Qi.
Zhi Huo Buoyed Finger, its power lies in its godly speed. When the sharp nail pierces into the metal and stone, the force is gathered at one point.
Riding a sword too much would cause one to be distracted, and these two supreme essences of the Martial Dao would definitely be damaged. This was also the reason why countless renowned swordsmen in the Sword Forest of the world disdained to ride their swords to kill their enemies. An inch shorter was an inch more dangerous. Riding a sword away from one's hand was already extremely unwise, and it was even more boring to pour down a rain of swords from the sky. How could casting a net that covered the sky to catch fish compare to the fierceness and fierceness of hooking a fish?
After Ancestor Lu, the only person who truly carried the weight of swordsmanship was Li Chungang.
After Hsu Fengnian pulled down the snow sword in the sky that was relatively more powerful than gravity, he had been waiting for this moment of life and death. However, it was slightly different from what he imagined. Originally, he was afraid of the old woman, not the young girl who was stabbing directly at him. Hsu Fengnian was cautious by nature. To put it bluntly, he was timid and always thought of the worst. Facing the South Sea Qi Cultivators, he had always been a little doubtful. Although the Qi Cultivators were untainted immortals, these sixteen people whose cultivation levels differed greatly from the South Sea's shore and went deep into the Liyang Dynasty's hinterland. They would definitely not fight in close quarters like tigers that were made of paper. At first, he was worried that there was a real brilliant swordsman lurking at the bottom of the lake, waiting for an opportunity to strike. However, Xu Ying's abundant Qi was like the roots of water plants spreading to the bottom of the lake. There was no abnormality. Since she was not at the bottom of the lake, she was naturally among the sixteen people.
Hsu Fengnian had already known that the Qi Cultivators would have a backup plan. After seeing the beautiful woman's Finger Sword, he had already overestimated the Guanyin Sect. However, when he saw the understatement of the sword, he realized that he had still underestimated it.
That sword was made of water. It came from nowhere and turned into a pool of lake water and fell into the lake. However, the barefoot woman still flew straight towards him. This made Hsu Fengnian, who had already set up the Thunder Pool, realize that something was wrong. As expected, the 12 Flying Swords with the perfect Sword Embryo were like soldiers who had betrayed their masters the moment they pierced the Qi Cultivators into a sieve. Although they did not attack, they were as docile as butterflies around the woman. They spun lightly and happily without any Sword Qi or killing intent. This made Hsu Fengnian, who had never lost control of the Flying Swords, feel shocked and bitter. This lass was so scheming. That move of using water to make a sword was just a pretense. She herself was the real secret sword. Although it seemed like she was seeking her own death, she had something to rely on. Hsu Fengnian once heard from the old man wearing a sheepskin fur coat that in the world of swords, there were two kinds of people who were true geniuses. One was like Đồng Thái, whose Taoist skills were not vulgar. Peach blossom branches were swords, rotten wood was swords, and rainwater was swords. There was nothing in the world that could not be used as a sword. The other kind was even rarer. They were born with a natural affinity for swords and could subdue swords. They themselves were the supreme Sword Embryo. No matter how good your swordsmanship was or how sharp your sword moves were, as long as you were not a Sword Immortal, if you were not careful, you would be defeated after you used your sword.
Since he had asked the sword.
Then he would ask the saber.
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