The battle between Xu Mogui and Liang Sheng was extremely fierce.

Neither of them spared.

All shots are begging for a single blow, but there is almost no killing intent on the Heavenly Chosen Platform - they all know that they can't die.

Only the will to fight!

Liang Sheng slashed at the sky with a sword.

The aura pouring down like a waterfall is like a great river falling into the sky and meeting the pillar of the top sky, which is divided into two from the center and splashes on the heavenly selection platform, making a huge sound of water hitting the ground.

A sword broke through the aura waterfall, Liang Sheng held the sword behind him, leaned forward, and ran.

Lightning-fast.

Afterimages were pulled out from behind.

As long as he is close to him, even if Xu Mogui is in the third realm of Confucianism, he will be more than lucky.

Xu Mogui was not in a hurry.

The book of "Baopu Collection" in front of me turned over without wind, and when I came to the first page, I was implicated with her like a stream of trickling ink rhyme, and I was a little richer, and I only heard her say lightly: "The white clouds are in the blue sky, and they are unattainable." ”

This is a poem by Liu Ji, a writer, soldier, and Taoist of the Ming Dynasty.

Liu Ji, that is, Liu Bowen.

At this moment, Xu Mogui was at his fingertips.

When Xu Mogui recited this poem, there was nothing unusual on the Heavenly Chosen Platform in the eyes of everyone, but in Liang Sheng's eyes, there was a sudden vision.

Xu Mogui, who was obviously close at hand, suddenly became a white cloud.

Float in the sky.

It seems close, but it's far away.

No matter how fast you are, no matter how long you run, you will never be able to close the distance.

Liang Sheng understands that this is not true.

Xu Mogui was not far in front of him, not in the sky.

This unattainable state is her Confucian method, and if she can't break this vision, then she will lose.

Liang Sheng is a sword cultivator.

He has no sword moves.

So he did one thing: draw the sword.

There are injustices in the world, and I will calm them.

There is an infinite road in front of me, and I will break it with my sword.

It's a simple single sword split.

On the Heavenly Selection Platform, a snow-bright sword light rose up, and the sword in Liang Sheng's hand soared, turning into a sword light more than ten meters long, cutting through the sky, and slashing straight out a semi-circular arc.

In front of him, there was obviously only air, but the sword light seemed to cut into the mud, and layers of ripples rippled in the air.

The sword light advanced inch by inch.

Extremely slow.

Liang Sheng's hand holding the sword was as steady as Mount Tai, and he knew that as long as he broke through this invisible layer of mud, then Xu Mogui would not be a white cloud far away in the sky, but a powerless reader in front of him.

Xu Mogui's face was slightly red, and his forehead was sweaty.

"Hug Pu Ji" overflows with the ink rhyme that implicates her, rippling, like the wind blowing a wrinkled stream.

She struggled.

The sapling, which was only half a meter tall in the secret realm, seemed to be under the rain and wind, and between the branches and leaves, it was frantically overflowing with spiritual power, helping her maintain the realm of export art.

Above the heavenly dome, Liang Sheng's teacher, the sword cultivator sighed sincerely: "Sure enough, it is a reading seed." ”

And Xu Mogui's senior brother bowed his head, "Your disciple is indeed amazingly talented, you are right not to teach him sword moves, he has already figured out the 'potential' of sword cultivation by himself, given time, it is really possible to become the first monk to ascend to immortality with sword cultivation in these two thousand years." ”

Li Fengqi on the side couldn't cry or laugh.

This business blows each other......

He immediately asked, "What is the 'potential' of sword cultivation?"

is also a sword cultivator, Liang Sheng's mentor has a very good impression of Li Fengqi, and he is very patient with preaching and confusing, "The so-called potential, in fact, is generally only found in sword cultivation and martial arts, Liang Sheng's potential is the fearless momentum that I draw my sword and cut it no matter what is in front of me, to put it simply——"

This sword cultivator was stuck.

I can't think of a good metaphor for a while.

Senior Brother Xu Mogui smiled, "You might as well explain it to him like this, Li Fengqi, do you know that the two armies are facing each other, and there is such a saying: one is vigorous, then it declines, and three is exhausted?"

Li Fengqi nodded, "Yes." ”

He already roughly understands what momentum is, to put it simply, it is a higher-level understanding of momentum.

Xu Mogui's senior brother saw Li Fengqi's expression, and knew that he understood a little, and was quite relieved, and said: "You have probably thought of it, the so-called momentum is to use a continuous means to raise a momentum that can break everything and give up who I am, just as Liang Sheng's long sword will break Xu Mogui's momentum at this moment, it is the momentum that he has stored in a short period of time, but unfortunately he has not stored enough momentum, so it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat of this sword, if he can run for a hundred miles, thousands of miles and store the momentum, and turn it into a sword for a thousand miles, then Xu Mogui will undoubtedly lose." So under the sword momentum, the most terrifying thing is the last sword. ”

That sword never breaks.

Li Fengqi understood.

He began to think that the Qingyun Three Styles would definitely not be able to store and raise the momentum, and if he wanted to practice the sword momentum, he would have to learn from Liang Sheng, find the trick of storing and raising the momentum, and then abandon the Qingyun Three Styles and make a sword at the peak of the potential.

Master Liang Sheng knew what he was thinking and said, "You are wrong. ”

Li Fengqi was surprised.

Master Liang Sheng said with a smile: "The first move of the Qingyun Three Styles you learned is actually a sword momentum, but you haven't perfectly controlled it, which is indescribable, and you need to explore it slowly." ”

Li Fengqi nodded.

was immediately puzzled, how did Liang Sheng's mentor know that he had learned the Qingyun Three Styles?

I was about to ask.

saw that everyone was already watching the Heavenly Selection Platform, and they were about to decide the winner.

Liang Sheng's sword fell inch by inch.

When it was about to fall on the top of Xu Mogui's head, the chosen son, who was the first reading seed, did one thing: she stretched out her hand and turned the "Baopu Collection" in front of her back to the title page.

On the title page is a message from Mr. Suya.

Tap on the title page and tap twice.

In "Hug Pu Ji", the ink rhyme is like a white cloud rising, and two words float out of the book.

Plain.

In the message on the title page, the word "Pingzhen" in "Beginning to Know Pingzhen" is manifested, and then look at the title page, where the two words are located, there is already a blank, as if these two words are living creatures.

The word "plain" floated in the air and burst away.

Everyone seemed to see a gray-haired old pedant, coming from the long river of time, behind him, in the glow of the sky, countless ink-colored characters fluttered and changed, converging into a big river, rolling eastward.

On the Heavenly Chosen Stage, Confucianism is clear.

Above the sky, Senior Brother Xu Mogui saluted silently, and even Master Liang Sheng and Little Fox Daji were also saluting.

The old pedant waved.

The clouds are light and the wind is light.

In Liang Sheng's eyes, Xu Mogui was still a white cloud in the sky, and it was out of reach, but the surging sword light in his hand dissipated, leaving only a lone long sword, which could no longer advance an inch, and fell into the swamp.

Exhausted.

Liang Sheng sighed secretly, but did not admit defeat.

I want to collect the sword and then draw the sword.

Xu Mogui said lightly: "Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles." ”

When the words fall, people rise.

In front of Xu Mogui, Mo Yun tore the endless aura, intertwined, and a black chivalrous phantom holding a long sword appeared, the long sword in his hand crossed the sky, and the phantom and the sword fused into a line, passing through Liang Sheng's body in an instant, shooting straight into the distance.

For a long time.

Liang Sheng stiffened, his face gradually lost color, and his chest was covered with blood.

There was a smile in his eyes, "Little girl, you won." ”

After saying that, he fell to the ground.