After sending Su Tiantian away, the door master carried the eighth son on his back and walked towards the main peak step by step from the mountain road.

The eighth son opened his eyes in a haze and looked around carefully.

"Awake?"

"Hmm."

Knowing that this was a mountain road, not Jiachenju, where the senior brother was, the eighth son, who was a little puzzled, was about to ask, only to hear the master say: "Then put away these two swords, after all, this is the only thing he gave you." ”

"I guess I'm out of the mountain gate now."

The eighth son was startled, and looked back down the mountain, but only saw the clouds and mist. Someone has already come down the mountain. Grabbing a sword in one hand, he suddenly felt a little unreal.

Holding the two swords in his chest, the eighth son lay on his master's back, and heard the old man say a word lightly.

"Su Yue, Hu Xue, the sword he carried with him, he was willing to give it away like this."

The old man didn't wave, but the little guy had a ripple in his heart.

The master of the door stopped talking, and his footsteps did not stop, and he climbed all the way up the mountain and came straight to the large square in front of the main hall. The old man put down his eighth apprentice and took him by the hand to the edge of the square, with his back to the main hall and a pair of stalkers, facing northeast.

After a long time, the old man asked softly, "Do you like your senior brother very much?" ”

The eighth son was stopped by the old man's question, and he didn't answer, and he didn't answer, so he had to look at the old man in silence.

The old man stared at the face of the eighth son, and after a long while, he sighed heavily. The old man walked around behind the boy and put his hands on the boy's shoulders.

"Now that it's here, there's nothing it can do. Keep an eye on this direction, eighth son, the senior brother in your mouth will soon be with you outside the mountain hall in the Mingyue Cliff to watch this sword battle that is destined to cause a sensation in the world. This battle is your starting point, and it is also a node in his life, especially since he has no sword by his side now. Look carefully, that senior brother of yours has an all-encompassing sword heart, and he is the most top-notch genius in kendo like you. But since he doesn't want to get involved in the affairs of the mountain hall, I won't care about him. But you are different, you will grow up here, and you will also understand the history of the mountain hall, and the rise and fall of the next generation of the mountain hall will be in you and those children of the Heaven and Earth Net Temple. So don't blame the master for putting too much burden on you, eighth son, you have to slowly take the sword from the hands of us old fellows, year after year, year after year. Keep your eyes open and look at the beginning of your eyes, the world of great contention, the sword of great contention. ”

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Presumably from today onwards, the people of Zhongzhou will have a little more to talk about after dinner.

On the northwest territory of Qiyang, near a mountain peak in the Kunlun Mountains, the two confronted each other in the air. One person steps on the sword, the other holds the sword, the person who steps on the sword stands in the air, and the person holding the sword has his back against the cliff.

The sword struggle that began in ancient times, in the history of Zhongzhou, has gone through the Daque Dynasty thousands of years ago and the Dapeng Dynasty more than 600 years ago. Now that it is the Qiyang Dynasty, the two people on the martial list, Shifang Jucheng, who is in the position of Tanhua, and Dugu Jialuo, who is close behind, will inevitably fall on their heads in this generation. It is not only a battle of swords, but also a battle of three or four.

The gimmick is huge, the thunder is extremely loud, and the spies have a lot of eyeliner. It's just that I don't know who wants to make a name for it and who wants to break through it. It really responds to the old saying, how much money does a person get for a benevolent person, and how much justice does a person get for a righteous person?

Su Tiantian ran all the way and finally came to the Bright Moon Cliff. It is said to be a mountain peak outside the Assassin's Mountain Hall, but in fact, this peak is also a private place in the Assassin Mountain Hall, where people are watched all year round, and outsiders are not allowed to enter. Su Tiantian easily rode up the mountain and went straight to the peak. As soon as he tied his horse to a piece of bluestone, he heard a loud noise, and he suddenly got up and looked north, his eyes were hot.

The momentum of the two people who did not move their bodies collided in the first round, like a thunderbolt. Shifang Jucheng stepped on the sword with his hand in his hand, frowning slightly.

"Dugu Jialuo, do you really want to have a fight with me here now?"

On the cliff, the man holding the knife raised his eyebrows.

Shifang Jucheng was expressionless and said, "I don't want to fight you yet." It's not easy for you to practice knives, and it's even more difficult to cultivate your mind, so don't end up with all your strength broken. Twenty years from now, if you're going to fight me, I don't have a word. ”

Dugu Jialuo's face was gloomy, and after a while, he put the knife in his arms to his shoulder, grinning gloomily. He erected his palm into a knife and slashed diagonally in the air. The ten directions are sincere and the two fingers are used as swords, and they are also a little apart. There is no great momentum, wind, rain, thunder and lightning. Only the white clouds in the sky cracked layer by layer, and among the surrounding peaks, the two top-notch peaks were each missing a section of the mountain.

Thunder in the silence.

Dugu Jialuo raised his eyebrows again and said, "Is this time enough?" ”

Seeing the self-confident swordsman, Shifang Jucheng nodded, and whispered to himself: "Seek benevolence and benevolence, and seek death and death." ”

Suddenly, countless sword qi fell endlessly from the sky, all of them falling towards the peak where Dugu Jialuo was located. Ten Directions threw out a sheathed sword and made it hover in front of him.

The sword heart is clear, and there is endless sword energy without drawing the sword. This is what Li Bai, the poet sword immortal, said after he got drunk.

And according to legend, this great sword immortal who is drunk and better than before waking up, and whose swordsmanship is unparalleled, is also one of the protagonists of the sword battle of the Dapeng Dynasty six hundred years ago. The swordsmanship is high, straight to the heavens, and the heroic spirit goes straight through the underworld.

How similar, this generation of kendo leaders Shifang Jucheng perfectly reproduces this proverb of the drunken poet sword fairy.

"Good time!"

Dugu Jialuo laughed, lifted the long knife in front of him with one hand, and the sword qi in the sky rolled down, and every time he swept a sword qi, he vibrated the knife once. Twenty-four vibrating knives successively, each vibrating knife is different. There is a vision beside Dugu Jialuo, or there is a spring breeze in heaven and earth, or a scorching heat wave, or a falling leaf, or a winter snow and winter thunder. Dugu Jialuo's knife is a long knife, but the blade is wider than ordinary knives, similar to the ghost head knife. The knife vibrates the knife, and the blade of the knife roars.

The spring breeze blows, the summer rain falls, the autumn leaves break the sun, and the winter thunder shows...... Each vision tore apart a sword aura. The visions of the four seasons repeat themselves, constantly eating away at the sword qi and sword rain that falls from the sky. The three orders and nine realms of the martial arts avenue have been inherited for nearly a thousand years, and the first three realms of the world, which are rumored to be the masters of the grandmaster, are the three realms of "high position", "holy word" and "mandate of heaven" named after the Confucian atmosphere. After the opening of the dynasty thousands of years ago, this martial arts system was a one-size-fits-all martial arts road. As for the three realms of martial arts that are above the top of all beings, the "high position" is unparalleled, the "holy word" is a prophecy, and the "mandate of heaven" resonates with heaven and earth. Dugu Jialuo vibrated the knife in one hand, which was already a proper peak level of the Mandate of Heaven.

Dugu Jialuo kept the knife momentum unchanged, and silently recited this vibrating knife style in his heart: the world.

The sword qi fell, Dugu Jialuo was unscathed, he changed the upside-down knife to a straight knife, pointed to the ten directions in the sky, and said loudly: "Come again?" ”

Shifang Jucheng did not speak, his body did not move, his left hand reached forward, reached out and grabbed the unsheathed sword, and his right hand held the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled out the sword.

An inch out of the sword, the clothes on Dugu Jialuo's chest cracked without warning.

Two inches out of the sword, Dugu Jialuo maintained the posture of the front finger of the long knife, and small blood flowers bloomed all over his body.

Unparalleled in swordsmanship?

The knife man let out a low snort, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he put the knife on his left waist, lowered the tip of the knife, and held the knife in both hands. Dugu Jialuo roared angrily, and raised a sword light of hundreds of feet from the bottom to the top in the style of praising his father to the sky. Those small sword qi that enveloped the whole body suddenly disappeared, and the huge sword light went straight to the sky with two swords.

Shifang Jucheng's face was solemn for the first time, and the sword in his hand was directly unsheathed halfway, and three huge sword lights slashed horizontally towards Baizhang sword light. As soon as the sword light and sword light touched, they fell against each other, and a piercing sound came from the blade, and the situation was stalemate for a while.

Dugu Jialuo's Yangtian sword was born from the sword drawing technique, and the sword intent in the sword of Shifang Jucheng was also extraordinary.

Su Tiantian, who was watching the battle from a distance, secretly thought to himself, the three sword qi, each of which alone could not be compared to the sword that Uncle Shi had evolved in Qingya before, but the three swords were in the same situation, and the sword intent made up for each other, layer by layer, which was not comparable to that sword light. The swordsmanship of the ten directions is ever-changing, and the sword intent is flawless, which is really the style of a sword immortal. Although I don't know who is stronger or weaker than the poet and sword fairy who was the most proud of Zhongzhou six hundred years ago, but in this generation of rivers and lakes, Shifang Jucheng has been in the position of the sword leader for 30 years, thousands of swordsmen, thousands of geniuses, are not half unconvinced by this sword leader, it can be seen that Shifang Jucheng, the name of the sword immortal, is worthy of the name.

Sure enough, under the mutual destruction of the swords, the sword light was the first to be unable to bear it, and was cut into four sections by the three sword qi at once, and collapsed. And the expected Dugu Jialuo's lightning sword also dispersed the three sword qi that came with the remaining momentum.

Shifang bowed his head sincerely and said softly: "Come again." ”

This time, the white-clothed sword immortal directly pulled out the entire long sword. The moment the sword was unsheathed, it hovered above the palm of the Ten Directions. Shifang Jucheng held the long sword in his right hand, the sword light was dazzling, and the sword qi was restrained.

He looked at the high-spirited Dugu Jialuo, snapped his fingers, and said:

"Go!"

The sword burst out.

On the top of the mountain, Dugu Jialuo's scalp instantly went numb. He breathed a long sigh of relief, and in the face of this oncoming killing sword, he made a very strange movement, and took a breath at the knife, and the long knife shook behind him, and a pair of feet cracked half of the peak. Don't retreat, but advance, and face the flying immortal sword.

What is the foundation of Dugu Jialuo?

Tyrant! Overlord! Domineering and indomitable!

Dugu Jialuo slammed straight into the flying sword, and the fierce flying sword was staggered by the collision. The unconvinced flying sword adjusted the tip of the sword and pointed at Dugu Jialuo again, never thinking that the guy suddenly made a move to make a yin leg sword, and suddenly slapped the sword body with the blade, and it smashed the two peaks before stopping the decline.

Dugu Jialuo no longer cared about the flying sword, the tip of the knife forward, turned into a knife, and crashed into Shifang Jucheng without hesitation. This swordsman knew that he was still inferior to the immortal who was sincere in all directions, and at this time, the way of hitting the sword with the way of the sword was already ten out of ten deadly fighting methods. Breaking all laws, exchanging lives for lives, colliding with one's own heart and colliding with martial arts, and colliding with martial arts are destined to be a man who is famous and a person who dies.

A sword stood between the two.

The tip of the sword that Shifang Jucheng stepped on before pointed downward, and flew in front of Dugu Jialuo in an instant. The tip of the swordsman's sword slammed into one side of the sword, and the swordsman stepped on the other side of the sword with one foot, hanging in the air.

There was no expected great momentum caused by the collision, and a bell, or rather a Sanskrit chant, echoed through the vast heaven and earth, and then the heaven and earth were silent. Shifang Jucheng turned over and stood up, and the sword returned to his feet unscathed. Dugu Jialuo retreated again and again, and did not reluctantly stop until he retreated to the peak where he was before.

Dugu Jialuo's eyes were suspicious, and he tentatively asked the figure in the sky: "Have you taken that step?" ”

At this moment, all those who put their eyes on this battlefield were filled with deep uneasiness in their hearts.

The ten directions in the sky reached out and swung the sword that had been slapped away by Dugu Jialuo back to the scabbard and hung it on his waist. Then he solemnly said a word to the swordsman on the mountain peak in the distance, and replied to the question: "Dugu Jialuo, you are qualified enough." ”

Shifang Jucheng never likes to be in shape, but at this moment, it seems that his laughter echoes in this world.

The sword crossed the sky and the earth, and the figure slowly sat down.

Here is further north of Xunyang City, where an old drunkard drank a full bowl of wine.

Shifang Jucheng closed his eyes, the sunlight seemed to be a little less dazzling, the sky and the earth darkened a little in a trance, and the thick dark clouds suddenly converged here. All those who follow this side of the battlefield are even more uneasy. In the Assassin's Mountain Hall, Wang Rafter, the hall master of the Ascending Pole Hall, sat cross-legged on the top of Qianling Mountain silently, wanting to drink but not bringing wine, the eighth son unconsciously opened his mouth wide, and the old man of the door master was still as pale as water. Outside the mountain hall, Su Tiantian's hands trembled slightly, there was no sword at his waist, and there was no sword in his sleeve.

Dugu Jialuo's eyes drooped slightly, and he raised the knife in his hand, grinning silently.

"Yunkai!"

The ten directions are sincere, and the heavens and the earth are visionary.

Suddenly, a ray of light tore through the clouds and illuminated all directions, and where the dark clouds in the sky cracked, a huge figure slowly descended, head-down. A golden Buddha of more than 100 zhang descended from the sky, wrapped in the momentum of wind and thunder, his hands were folded, and his palms were closed to hold a huge golden sword. The face of the big Buddha is similar to the two points of sincerity in the ten directions, the eight points are similar, and the long sword is pointed directly, which is a black shadow on the peak.

The posture of the immortals, the Buddha is a sword.

The immortal Buddha was on the top, Gangfeng was hunting, Dugu Jialuo raised his head, and after a while, he laughed loudly. In the eyes of countless people, this swordsman, who had always been at a disadvantage from the beginning to the present, took a step forward. At this moment, he didn't have anything else in his heart, but felt that this step should be taken, so he stepped on. There is a great avenue above the martial arts, he Dugu Jialuo has never been afraid, I have a knife in my hand, what are you afraid of? You're coming? I crashed into it! Dugu Jialuo stepped forward, holding the knife with both hands for the back knife pose, and the next moment stepped forward with his feet and waved the knife! Do whatever you want, without hesitation.

Dugu Jialuo, Dugu, thought of loneliness, a black shadow faces a big Buddha, is this scene lonely?

Heaven and earth cut out the most sassy round.

Shifang Jucheng seemed to smile, and in the next moment, the swords collided, and everyone only felt that their eyes were bright, and they couldn't see this battlefield.

In Xunyang City, the old drunkard smiled and put away the wine bowl.

Bright Moon Cliff, Su Tiantian is full of energy.

The Assassin was on the top of the mountain, and the tall old man retracted his gaze, recalling more subtleties of this battle, but in his heart he was copying one picture after another.

"Master."

A call came, and the old man turned his head to look at his little apprentice.

At this moment, the eighth son was staring intently at the two swords, with a hint of doubt in his eyes. The old man's pupils shrank, and in front of the little guy, the two swords that Su Tiantian had just given him hovered in the air, one long and one short.

The moon is shining, and the snow in the lake is frosting.