This is a young man who looks weak, with slender eyebrows and eyes, eyes like swords, very cold, he is dressed in a green satin shirt, holding a four-foot white iron sword, the blade of the sword is flickering with cold light, and there is a cold qi flowing.

"Senior Brother......

One wanted to speak, but was stopped by his raised hand, and then, the eyes that were even sharper than a sword fell on Wang Qingyuan's body.

Disciple of the foundation!

It is a unique aura that belongs to its own vitality, forming an invisible field, as its gaze falls, it is shrouded in Wang Qingyuan's body, this field oppresses the body, and the body is squeezed, which naturally oppresses the spirit.

Wang Qingyuan's thoughts were clear, the spiritual power in the ancestral court flowed, and he grasped every inch of the change in the spirit of the body, and all kinds of enlightenment came to his heart.

Well?

Qingying's eyes became more and more intense, although he had just built the foundation for less than half a year, and even the Dao foundation had not been achieved, but the cultivation of his own vitality had been consolidated, which belonged to the coercive field of vitality.

But now it seems that he can't convince this Wang Qingyuan, and it seems that there are some doorways.

"Master Jingxing, if you are still not satisfied, please look at this knife. ”

Wang Qingyuan spoke, showing a solemn look for the first time in the Yuan Qi field, his tone was very flat, but there was a kind of solidity and confidence between the lines.

Jing Xing Lao Dao was stunned, the four disciples were stunned, Qingying's eyes flashed, the green satin shirt was windless, his clothes were flying, and his momentum was as fierce as a sword.

Airplanes!

There was a sound of knives trembling, Wang Qingyuan raised his hand to hold the handle of the knife, and the blue iron long knife behind his back was pulled out inch by inch, and an indescribable aura spread.

As Wang Qingyuan drew his sword, the Yuan Qi field that belonged to Qingying seemed to be paper-paste, and it was directly dissected by an invisible qi machine, and he was shocked, because he felt an invisible edge, which was not very sharp, but it was magnificent, powerful, and even exuded an imperial aura.

"Sharpness, how is it possible, how can it be possible to breed the spirit of edge?"

The Jingxing Daoist muttered, others don't know, how could he not know, at this time, as Wang Qingyuan drew his sword, the one who cut through the Qingying Yuan Qi field was clearly the sword dao master who could cultivate the condensed edge qi after practicing his own vitality.

Wang Qingyuan drew his sword, his eyes met the rising sun, his back was straight, the vicissitudes of the ancient qi flowed, in the eyes of the Jingxing Taoist, the figure of Wang Qingyuan in front of him was blurred, as if an ancient figure woke up from his slumber, and let out a roar that shook the sky.

"The fourth type of panfeng sits on the water and moves the power, and the sixth type of earth fire Mingyi carries the storage power, and enters the essence of the gods, all of which are the marrow of the gods!"

The Jingxing Daoist vaguely understood something, and then observed the sharp aura on Wang Qingyuan's body that was about to erupt, it was like the divine light above the nine heavens, and an emperor star was rising, and he wanted to command everything. ”

"It's not good! It's "Ziwei Heavenly Knife"!

The Jingxing Daoist was finally shocked, he let out a loud shout, and Wang Qingyuan's long knife was already out of its sheath.

No one can describe the brilliance of this knife, the purple starlight condensed on the body of the knife, and even swallowed an inch-long aura at the tip of the knife, this aura is not its own vitality, but a knife that contains spiritual power, the air is like a cracked silk, it is cut by a knife, and a long trace is pulled.

This knife is the emperor who has returned to Beidou, the awakening of the main star that has been sealed for thousands of years, and the supreme spirit that commands the stars!

This knife is the rolling red dust that will not return, the years will not return, and the Tao in my heart will ascend to the sky!

Qingying gritted his teeth, in the face of this knife, he felt very powerless, under that sharp edge and will, his own vitality in his dantian became stagnant, and even his gaze faintly dodged the sword light, under such a vast and noble heavenly sword, the power of the stars made his heart tremble.

Not far away, the four outer courtyard disciples froze, and some other disciples who rushed to get the news also stopped in the distance, many of them held their breath, as if they were fascinated, this kind of sword technique made them see that in addition to the sword technique, the sword technique can also be so magnificent, even extremely brilliant, rather than the rough and wild as imagined.

Damn it!

Qingying roared angrily in his heart, and the Jingxing Daoist spoke, but he couldn't avoid it if he wanted to, because the edge that belonged to the Ziwei Heavenly Sword had already locked him.

That invisible will was integrated into Wang Qingyuan's spiritual cultivation, not to mention Qingying, even if it was an ordinary cultivator in the Jindan Dragon and Tiger Realm, he would not want to get rid of it easily.

Boom!

The white iron sword was unsheathed, the sword light flickered, its own vitality was infused, and the sword body trembled.

The first style of Xuantian Dao swordsmanship, the wind is surging.

This is a third-rate swordsmanship that many disciples of the outer court generally practice and comprehend after building the foundation, although it is a third-rate, if you talk about the entry of swordsmanship, throughout the whole world in Kyushu, few can stand out from the right, it is the first generation of Donghua Taoist people to create, into the original Yin and Yang principle, for the Yin and Yang Taiji sword theory elaboration of the most solid foundation swordsmanship.

Qingying out of the sword, the sword roar broke through the air, the sword light was like the clouds flowing in the sky, the clouds were rolling and the clouds were shu, with a trace of purple qi that could not be checked, I have to say that this Xuantian Dao swordsmanship is the first style, its comprehension is quite profound, and it has been integrated and comprehended, and a little truth has been understood.

On the tip of his sword, less than half an inch of pure white qi was swallowed, and the air was also torn apart, and the pure Taoist vitality overflowed, resisting the sword light of the brilliant heavenly power.

Clang!

There was a loud bang, and the swords rang out, as if they were about to penetrate into the soul of the person, and an invisible wave of qi rolled up a violent wind and swept in all directions.

Kick, Kick!

Except for the Jingxing Daoist, the four outer courtyard disciples all retreated, and the wind was blowing in their faces, and there was a strong wind like a sword and a knife, cutting their faces painfully.

The wind stopped.

Wang Qingyuan put the knife into the sheath, stood with a long body, seven zhang away, Qingying stood still, the white iron sword pointed obliquely at the ground, his face was expressionless, and he looked down at his right hand holding the sword.

Blood flowed down the tiger's mouth, and a large hole was cracked in the arm of the turquoise satin shirt, and the inch-long cuffs fell to the ground, and the pure white lining inside was unharmed.

"Good knife technique, I lost. ”

Qingying put away his sword, glanced at Wang Qingyuan deeply, and said, "We underestimated you." ”

"People are warm and cold, but they are just to live. ”

Wang Qingyuan took a long breath, then looked at the Jingxing Daoist, and said, "Uncle Shi has been satisfied. ”

His eyes changed, and the Jingxing Taoist seemed to be a little distracted, for a long time, he sighed, and said: "True and false, virtual and real, I didn't expect that the year was over, and I haven't been able to see it clearly, after five hundred years, how many generations of spring and autumn have passed, and I can still see this sword technique that only exists in the historical records, you didn't insult it, it was the old way that insulted it." ”

"Uncle Shi's words are serious. ”

Wang Qingyuan was a little surprised, he didn't expect that Jingxing Daoist could afford it so much, and he could put it down, and the last trace of churning qi and blood in his heart finally calmed down.

This is an old Taoist with a frank heart, who has lived in the land of Xuantian Dao for hundreds of years, and has left his entire youth and years here.

Waving his hand, Jing Xingdao said: "Needless to say, you go in, don't go upstairs, walk through the first floor, and when you reach the backyard, it is the place to comprehend the last three layers of the "Xuantian Gong". ”

Watching Wang Qingyuan's back disappear into the Dharma transmission building, some of the disciples gathered in the distance all sighed, looking at the outer courtyard of their Cloud Scroll Peak, there were a few more disciples who comprehended the fourth and sixth forms of the Five Elements Fist to the peak of the realm of Dacheng, and entered the essence of the gods.

A young man who has not yet built a foundation, with the two-style Five Elements Fist to accumulate strength, and finally slashed out the amazing knife, even the foundation building disciples who opened up the dantian and first entered the Dao Foundation are not opponents, such talent and understanding, I have to sigh.

"It's a pity that most of the brothers and sisters who have built a successful foundation have gone down the mountain and started to walk the world, grinding life and death, otherwise they can explore the bottom of this Wang Qingyuan. ”

"Isn't the golden scale a thing in the pool, and it will turn into a dragon when it encounters a storm. ”

......

The end of the world.

In the courtyard of the fragrant plum blossom.

Gu Yue sat on a carved moire rosewood chair, the furnishings in the room were very exquisite, the celadon glaze on the Bogu shelf was delicate, and the incense burner on the table was lit with the unique quiet incense in Chang'an City.

He rubbed the jade pendant with one hand, the handle of the mutton fat white jade had accumulated a thick layer of slurry, and the fingers of the other hand flicked on the armrest.

"That's it, this is the news from the outer courtyard of Cloud Roll Peak half an hour ago. An eighteen or nineteen-year-old disciple of the outer courtyard stood down and said carefully.

"Oh, in this way, Zhang Jun didn't be able to intercept him, it seems that he suffered a big loss, but he lost his eyes, this son is a little extraordinary, but he underestimates him," Gu Yue said lightly, "Is that the sword technique in the legend of Ziwei Peak? In this way, check all the experiences of this son since he came down the mountain, where he has been, who he has met, what he has done, and tomorrow morning, I will have all the news. ”

"Yes, Senior Brother Gu. ”

As soon as he walked into it, Wang Qingyuan smelled a strong bookish atmosphere, and there was a calming agarwood around him.

There are bookshelves full of camphor wood, not all of them are some exercises and martial arts, but more of some annotations, experience codexes, and even some Kyushu travelogues, Taoist scriptures or Danjuan.

There are two floors in the Dharma transmission building, most of the first floor is stored in some third-rate exercises, and the second floor is different, most of them are second-rate exercises and secret books, and there are also some first-class masters, which are related to the inheritance of the Xuantian Dao and the Dao method, and it is easy not to leak it.

The mental method of the last three floors of "Xuantian Gong" is in the backyard of this Dharma transmission building

In the depths of the outer courtyard of Yunjuan Peak, a courtyard that seems to be a little deep, as soon as it is approached, you can smell the rich medicinal fragrance, through the bamboo fence, you can see a dustpan drying herbs, there are some Wang Qingyuan knows, and some are not recorded in the eighth volume of the "Tao Jing".

This is the residence of the deacon of the outer courtyard of Yunjuan Peak, the residence of the Jingwu Daoist, and the place of refining medicine and seeking pills.

As one of the few masters who are proficient in pharmacology and Dan Dao among the deacons in the outer courtyard of Xuantian Dao, Jingwu Daoist does not seem to have the compelling momentum of ordinary cultivators, but has a peaceful temperament.

As a deacon of the outer court, Wang Qingyuan did not see a single handmaker, and he was a little moved.

"There is still half a month to ask for Dan, and this month's Tsukidan has not yet been released. ”

Without raising his head, Jingwu Daoist said lightly, very simply, as if he had already noticed the arrival, but there was no intention of greeting Wang Qingyuan.

What a keen perception!

Wang Qingyuan's heart moved, and now, he has won the essence of "Xuantian Gong", and under the deliberate restraint, the breath is like a giant beast dormant, if there is nothing, this Jingwu Taoist can still appear for the first time, and his cultivation should not be underestimated.

Without concealing it, there was no circle, Wang Qingyuan spoke, his eyes were bright, and said, "I implore Deacon Jingwu to take action to save a child's life." ”

"Child?" Jingwu Daoist raised his eyebrows, finally raised his head, looked at Wang Qingyuan, and said, "Which branch of the branch are you a disciple, which disciple's descendant is in trouble, but there can be an elder's edict or a letter post." ”