Chapter 14: Ling Yunxiao

The morning glow is shining, the sun is red, the dawn is breaking, when the early morning sun is sprinkled, a new day has arrived.

The breeze floats, but also carries the smell of earth and the fragrance of flowers and trees.

In the forest, several tall old trees, with lush branches and leaves, made a "rustling" sound. The gentle birdsong has also sounded, crisp and pleasant, floating in the mountains.

The sun was red, dispelling the fog that was swirling in the mountains and forests. On the grass and trees, a crystal dew rolled down. A drop of water is a microcosm of the world, shining with a clear light, very soft.

Here, it is the forest outside the ancient temple, and Han Xuanming is here, waiting for the arrival of the fruit.

Last night, Han Xuanming and Liguo talked until the end, when Liguo told Han Xuanming that he would guide him in his cultivation tomorrow, so Han Xuanming waited here very early.

Suddenly, in the depths of the dense forest, a demonic qi collapsed into a cloud, as if a sleeping demonic beast had awakened, staring at this place, born from the forest, and spreading rapidly.

Han Xuanming couldn't help but feel his heart beat in shock, and he felt that his head was "buzzing", and he turned his head mechanically and looked there. At the bottom of his heart, he felt a slight chill, and muttered in a low voice: "Is there an enemy coming?"

At this moment, Han Xuanming was like a loaded bullet, his nerves were tense to the extreme, his two eyes were slightly narrowed, he looked closely into the distance, and his right foot took a step back, and he was already ready to escape.

When he saw someone walking in the distance, Han Xuanming's heart hanging in his throat finally let go, took a breath, and withdrew his withdrawn right foot.

But the next moment, the situation changed again.

Knowing that the person who is coming is the fruit, even if he wants to relax, Han Xuanming at this time, his right eyelid still can't help beating, his heart is "pounding" like a drum, and the tension in his heart is difficult to suppress.

At Han Xuanming's forehead, a cold sweat flowed down his cheeks and rolled to the ground. Almost in an instant, Han Xuanming's back was completely wet, and he was completely intimidated by that kind of coercion.

Han Xuanming was frightened, as if facing a demon, and the feeling of an instant was like looking at death. The cold intent of death spread in the bottom of his heart, spreading little by little, eroding his heart.

"It's terrifying!" Han Xuanming exclaimed, his cold hair bursting up.

There, the overwhelming terrifying aura is still diffusing and swirling, like a black hole, devouring people's minds, making people dare not look there, otherwise, they will lose their hearts.

The cold air is invading, and the air pressure here is constantly decreasing. When he felt the source of that cold air, Han Xuanming's gaze couldn't help but shift to Guo's hand.

Seeing the thing in his hand clearly, Han Xuanming let out a "coo" sound, swallowed a mouthful of spit, and couldn't help but be shocked.

In Guo's hand, he was carrying an iron sword, which was obviously only made of iron, and even the blade of the sword was blunt, but in Han Xuanming's eyes, it was definitely a sharp weapon for killing.

A blunt iron sword, rusty, in Guo's hands, but exuding a peerless ferocity, comparable to a divine weapon, even more terrifying than Han Xuanming's Heavenly Tribulation Sword.

"I'm coming!" The indifferent tone, cold and ruthless, at this moment, where is the Holy Spirit, it is definitely a demon god who kills people without blinking.

With that, he came with an iron sword, and his unparalleled blood qi exploded, rushing into the sky, shattering the giant trees around him.

One step at a time, it was as if the demon god had descended into the world, with infinite power, and he slashed out a sword and tore apart this world. It was like a demonic beast coming out of the abyss, and the fruit broke through the air, and with a wave of the blunt sword, the wind was fierce and shattered in all directions.

"Dang!"

Han Xuanming swung his long sword, met it, and collided with Guo's iron sword. Suddenly, a loud earth-shattering sound sounded, like the roar of thunder, echoing throughout the old forest.

As a result, he was indifferent, and he swung the iron sword and threw it out, and the power was so great that it collapsed the void. The iron sword swung out from the side, attacking sharply and directly, slashing at Han Xuanming's waist and eyes.

Han Xuanming blocked with his sword, blocking in front of his waist, and in an instant, he felt like a mountain of pressure and couldn't resist.

With just this blow, Han Xuanming was fruited, and swept away with a sword, like a ball that was knocked away, sliding out of a beautiful parabola and falling into the distance.

"Boom!"

Han Xuming crashed into a big tree, almost breaking the towering giant tree. The ancient tree let out a miserable howl, shook violently, and the green leaves of the tree fell to the ground.

Han Xuanming was embarrassed, fell from the old tree, the whole person was in the shape of a "big", lying on the ground miserably, sore, unable to straighten his waist, and couldn't even get up.

"The holy monk really moved, can he even do it, is it so aggressive?" Han Xuanming was shocked, and the whole person lay on the ground in a daze, in disbelief.

Han Xuanming tried to get up from the ground, but after several attempts, they all failed. He turned over, like a dead body standing up, and felt that the muscles and bones all over his body seemed to fall apart, without the slightest strength.

Footsteps sounded, and Ryo came from a distance. Han Xuanming lay on the ground and raised his eyes, looked up, and saw Guo's face.

Liguo stretched out a hand, pulled Han Xuanming up, and asked, "How do you feel?"

After Han Xuanming got up, he looked towards the fruit and asked rhetorically: "Holy monk, if I don't experience it myself, I won't believe it, it turns out that the holy monk actually has such a side." ”

"When the Buddha is angry, not to mention, before I became a monk, I traveled to the Nine Heavens Continent, and there were many grievances and hatreds, and there were many disasters and small difficulties, so I still had to have some capital. He said with a smile.

"It seems that the former Nine Heavens Continent also had the name of a holy monk. Han Xuanming said, and couldn't help but reverie.

According to the time calculation, what happened back then, and later Guo became a monk, should have been more than ten years ago, at that time, Han Xuanming may have just been born, no wonder he has not heard of Guo.

He sighed, shook his head and snorted lightly, and said, "The past is all gone, don't mention it." ”

Seeing that he didn't mean to say anything, Han Xuanming didn't ask again.

Liguo changed the conversation and said: "What I showed just now is the swordsmanship I used in the past, which is very direct, without any bells and whistles, and only pays attention to the word 'potential'. ”

"Of course, although it is a swordsmanship, it can also be said to be a wild way, there are no specific moves, only pay attention to the sword momentum, I call it three words 'Ling Yunxiao'. ”

"Today, I pass on this 'Ling Yunxiao' to you, hoping that you will be able to use it in the future. Guo stared at Han Xuanming's eyes, with a kind of expected light.

Han Xuanming also looked serious and nodded solemnly.

Li Guo said to Han Xuanming: "The sword in your hand is definitely a divine weapon, but unfortunately, maybe it is a seal, or maybe it is yourself, you can't stimulate its full strength, and the power of the divine weapon is difficult to show." ”

The other party's words made Han Xuanming a little embarrassed and ashamed, but he didn't say anything wrong, he just told the truth.

The Heavenly Tribulation Sword, the peerless divine sword, is enough to make the Nine Heavens Continent crazy for it, but unfortunately, in the hands of Han Xuanming, it has been humiliated again and again, and it is difficult to show its divine might.

The roots of Han Xuanming's ears were a little red, and he unconsciously lowered his head.

On the other side of him, Li Guo didn't worry so much, but continued: "The 'Ling Yunxiao' I want to teach you is just right for you, and it can be used to stimulate the 'momentum' of the divine sword. ”

Li Guo continued: "Next, I will try my best to collect my strength, feed you tricks, and let you understand, as for how much you can gain in the end, it depends on your ability." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, raised the iron sword in his hand, stared at it, a pair of pupils, and looked at the person opposite, and whispered: "Understand as much as possible!"

As soon as he stepped on the ground, he directly stepped on the earth, and the whole person turned into a heaven-piercing arrow, swooping in the direction of Han Xuanming.

The momentum was big and mighty, Han Xuanming only felt that on the other side, a wind was blowing, like a cold blade chopping, and in the blink of an eye, the fruit had already swept in front of his eyes.

There were no words, just a blunt iron sword, which fell without mercy, and went straight to Han Xuanming's door.

At this moment, the fierce wind fell, it was just the wind, but it was like a knife slashing, which made Han Xuanming's cheeks hurt, so it was not painful. The cold wind blew Han Xuanming's hair, and for a while, he danced wildly and wantonly to the sky.

Han Xuanming didn't dare to have a trace of carelessness and luck, and used all his strength to face the offensive that came from Guoqiang's pressure.

He raised the sword in his hand, and the silver spirit burst out with light, a beam of light that reached the sky flashed, tearing out, terrifying, and slashing towards the striking iron sword.

In mid-air, seeing this, Li Guo frowned, and said unhappily: "I'm instructing you to practice, not in a life-and-death battle, put away your sword power, and only use sword moves to fight against me, otherwise, how can you make progress?"

Hearing this, Han Xuanming was stunned for a while, a little demented, and hurriedly put away the divine power of the silver spirit, treating it as an ordinary sword to meet the enemy.

At the moment when Han Xuanming was stunned, he didn't have any intention of stopping, and the killing move was coming.

The iron sword kills with endless battle intent, spraying a thin murderous aura, terrifying demonic power, and terrifying. A sword slashed, like a black dragon soaring, opening its teeth and dancing its claws, bombarding Han Xuanming.

The fruit face is expressionless, his eyes are terrifying, and he dances an iron sword, domineering and awe-inspiring.

"Dang!"

A deafening sound sounded, the two weapons collided, and in an instant, the fierce wind raged, shaking the heavens and the earth, destroying the withering and decaying, and rushing in all directions.

This blow, although the fruit had already been closed and he didn't make a ruthless move, Han Xuanming was still difficult to resist, and his whole body was as if he had been electrocuted, especially the hand holding the sword, and he was numb and weak for a while.

Han Xuanming took a few steps back, avoiding the fruit far away, wanting to take a breath of relief.

On the other side, Liguo didn't give Han Xuanming this opportunity, and approached again, as if the demon god was attacking.

The cold iron sword was raised, and it was held in his hand, obviously it was just a mortal iron, but it was like a peerless killing weapon, circulating and pressing.

The iron sword slashed down, and the murderous aura rolled in, surging like an ocean, and cold like a cold wind.

In a hurry, Han Xuanming raised his sword to meet him, and the tip of the sword soared into the sky, heading towards the crushed iron sword.

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!", ......

The sound of the exchange of swords and soldiers reverberated throughout the forest, the magic sound roared in the sky, and the sound waves were terrifying, making the old trees around them tremble for a while, just like the arrival of autumn slaughter, and the leaves shook off one after another.

Between the struggles, Liao Guo raised his sword and slashed, and explained to Han Xuanming: "The so-called momentum is to move forward, only by being indomitable and fearless can we be invincible." ”

"Ling Yunxiao is to roar to the sky, and swear to be higher than the sky. ”