"This is the empty character in Kyushu in the world, he has already set foot in the spiritual realm, and even has a deep attainment, in front of such a character, I can't easily cast the "Time Knife", most of them will be detected and even recognized. ”

While Wang Qingyuan was thinking about it, the palm of this Dharma protector grabbed a meager ball of airflow, like a chaotic air flow, and an indescribable breath of life was emanated, extremely rich, separated by several zhang, which also made Wang Qingyuan tremble, and even the flesh and blood conveyed longing and urgency.

Heaven and Earth Ancestral Qi!

Wang Qingyuan condensed, this aura was somewhat similar to the mysterious power transmitted in the void when he broke through the "Time Knife", but it was different.

Syllable!

Immediately afterwards, this ball of Heaven and Earth Ancestral Qi was infused into the Baihui Acupoint on the top of the little boy's head, and his complexion also recovered a little bit of redness in an instant.

......

A day later.

Jiuligang, Qingshan Town.

Wang Qingyuan said goodbye to the old man of the Hu family who was sent from afar, walked in the village, passed by the Donghua Temple, he saw that there were a few more zhang high incense sticks in front of the temple, the cigarette smoke curled, many villagers went in and out, more were the servants of the Hu Mansion, some incense candles and melons were moved in, and given to the temple.

The incense in the temple is getting stronger.

The heart felt something, and the spiritual power broke out of the body, but it was blocked by an invisible force in front of the temple, and it was difficult to enter it.

"In the Taoist scriptures, it is said that 'there are gods with three feet above the head', is it true? Or is it the manifestation of people's supernatural powers in practice?"

Wang Qingyuan groaned, and at the same time put away his spiritual power, he faintly felt that a pair of vast eyes seemed to appear in the dark, more majestic than the starry sky, and swept over him lightly.

For a moment, he felt a little uncomfortable all over his body, but as he retracted his mental power, that gaze also dissipated into nothingness.

Half an hour later, he walked out of the boundary of Qingshan Town and stepped on the official road.

......

At the foot of Xuantian Dao Mountain.

Before unraveling the sword stone, Wang Qingyuan looked at the long knife full of rust again, he asked the two disciples on duty, but he didn't get any exact explanation, only knew that this knife seemed to have been here ten thousand years ago, and for tens of thousands of years, it was the top Yuanshen Zhenren of Xuantian Dao in the past dynasties, and he had also tried it, but no one could pull it out.

Wang Qingyuan always had an inexplicable feeling, he saw that this long knife was dusty, and his spiritual power touched, as if an ancient soul was sleeping in it.

Night.

In the Ziwei Palace, Wang Qingyuan sat alone in front of a bonfire, Qingliu and Qingyu had no news yet, and now, this Ziwei Palace was cold and empty, and he was the only one.

At the foot of Xuantian Dao Mountain, after solving the sword stone.

The long knife that had been silent for thousands of years, the mottled rust of the blade silently peeled off a piece the size of a fingernail, revealing a deep and tiny blade like a dark night, as if it was about to engulf all the light in this world.

Crape Myrtle Palace.

Seeing the wild grass flying in the cold wind outside the hall, Wang Qingyuan raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction of the palace gate.

A grim-looking young man, about eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in a black cloth robe, with bare forearms, and a long white iron knife nearly five feet long and unusually thin in his hand walked in.

"Sun Chongyang, please advise. ”

After a gap of about twenty feet, the young man spoke, and his tone was very stiff, and he seemed to speak seldom.

Wang Qingyuan saw that his face was a little pale, and it was conceivable that he must have experienced a tragic battle not long ago, had lost a lot of blood, and had not fully recovered now.

The name of Sun Chongyang of Hun Tian Peak, Wang Qingyuan has always heard of it, this legendary figure of the first courtyard on the shore of the water, is Jiang Zichen, the only son of the Marquis of Mingyang, who has been in this Hun Tian Peak for eight years, and has never been able to shake his status.

"You're hurt. Wang Qingyuan said.

"Xuantian Dao has three uniques, my father once commented on the world's sword technique, but said that Xuantian Dao used to be the Quartet Emperor Sword, which can be ranked among the top three in the world. ”

Sun Chongyang's eyes were bright, and even a little hot, and he said, "My knife can't stand it anymore." ”

With a sigh, Wang Qingyuan got up, "My knife is easy to come out." He still shook his head.

Sun Chongyang frowned and said, "Conditions." ”

He is very simple, although he is crazy, but he is not without reason, on the contrary, after many years of cold and warm eyes, few can escape his eyes.

"I win, he will build the foundation and enter my crape myrtle peak. ”

Wang Qingyuan also said bluntly, no matter what, this person's talent and understanding are absolutely extraordinary, and he can suppress the disciples of the outer courtyard of Hun Tianfeng, although many of them have not yet built a foundation, and some exercises have not been able to practice, but this can show that he is extraordinary, and his heart is quite high, and he does not want to build a foundation with the seventh layer of "Xuantian Gong", if he succeeds in the future, he must be the eighth layer of "Xuantian Gong" above the cultivation of the Tao and open up the world.

Such a character, Wang Qingyuan is unwilling to let go, he uses the name of Ziwei Peak, naturally he has to do his best, he believes that he needs to pay, and the Buddhists do not want to lightly touch cause and effect, although he is now in the Daomen, he also recognizes.

The cold wind pierced the bones, the wild grass was flying, the bonfire in the hall was bright and uncertain, Wang Qingyuan stood in front of the door of the Ziwei Palace, looking at Sun Chongyang not far away, his eyes were open, and he did not hide it.

"Okay, catch me three times, if you can't catch it, I want you to teach me "Ziwei Heavenly Knife". ”

Sun Chongyang's eyes were burning, it wasn't greed, Wang Qingyuan saw a kind of desire and madness for the way of the sword.

"Good!"

Wang Qingyuan also responded, he didn't have the slightest intention of retreating, no matter how strong Sun Chongyang was, he hadn't yet comprehended the eighth layer of "Xuantian Gong", if he was defeated like this, what would it matter if "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" was handed over, let alone a magical knife technique like "Ziwei Heavenly Knife", if his heart was incompatible and he had no spiritual power, it would be difficult to cultivate at all, and he would not be able to wield real strength, Wang Qingyuan was not afraid of falling into his hands.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

Sun Chongyang raised his eyebrows, and then took a step, the five-foot long knife in his hand dragged on the ground, and the sparks on the bluestone bricks burst out.

His steps were extremely fast, at first only a few feet at a time, and then more than a zhang, after three steps, he took a few steps a few feet, the air behind him was distorted, pieces of red light bloomed, and the sparks of the Tao swayed, and there was a condensation and transformation of reality.

What a strong momentum!

Wang Qingyuan seemed to see a sea of fire rushing towards him, and in an instant, the five-foot long knife drew an extremely tricky trajectory, slashing obliquely towards his arm, and the air was like a crack, being quietly torn apart under the blade as thin as a cicada's wings.

The miserable white sword light is wrapped in a kind of tragedy, which is a knife technique that belongs to life and death.

It is also a basic knife technique, but it is streamlined to the extreme, aimed at the vital point, but not like the viciousness of an assassin, although it is also ruthless, but it is dignified and iron-clad.

Boom!

Wang Qingyuan took out the knife, the blue iron long knife was like a bolt of lightning, horizontal in front of the thin blade, the blades intersected, but there was no trace of gold and iron sound, Sun Chongyang felt an extremely viscous force from the blade, and all the strength was like a mud cow into the sea, disappearing without a trace.

"The Five Elements Boxing, the Fortune of the Boxing Method, and the principle of Tai Chi rotation have been integrated into the knife technique. ”

Sun Chongyang's eyes were as bright as lightning, his blood was spurting, and his fighting spirit was very strong, and he pierced through Wang Qingyuan's sword technique at a glance.

"Second cut!"

With a loud shout, the long knife set off a violent wind, like the sea of fire spreading, the storm howled, the blade was red, and the qi and blood gathered, but it condensed into less than half an inch of qi.

The wind fuels the fire!

From this knife, Wang Qingyuan's eyes showed a dignified look, and this second knife is no longer the basic knife technique, such a knife artistic conception, some descriptions in Wang Qingyuan's memory.

Away from the fire Xunfeng knife?

As soon as Wang Qingyuan's mind moved, he understood a little that this Sun Chongyang really had an extraordinary opportunity to master such a knife technique, although he only cut the first knife, he could already see the extraordinaryness of this knife technique.

Call!

The blue iron long knife in Wang Qingyuan's hand was reversed, the tip of the knife was facing downward, his body turned around, and his whole temperament changed suddenly, as if an ancient giant had awakened from a long slumber, and the giant was holding an axe to open the world and evolve yin and yang.

Sun Chongyang's pupils contracted suddenly, Wang Qingyuan's knife tip was pointing downward, and he pushed it horizontally, turning into a giant axe in his eyes, opening up the world, and the two qi of yin and yang instantly filled the entire heaven and earth.

Clang!

With a loud bang, the blades of the two collided, and finally sparked a dazzling spark, a large canopy of sparks burst out, a wisp of strong wind centered on the two people, swept in all directions, the wild grass flew all over the sky, the two of them were in all directions, the bluestone bricks were clean, and the dust was gone.

Kick, Kick!

The next moment, the two of them took ten steps back at the same time, standing six feet apart.

This knife is evenly divided.

"Yin and yang evolve, and the Tao is self-contained; You're only one step away, ready to give birth to vitality?"

Sun Chongyang's gaze became very serious and solemn, and he was also a little amazed, in just over a month, he had comprehended and practiced Xuantian Dao "Xuantian Gong" to such a state, that is, he was ashamed of himself, let alone the evolution of vitality, connecting heaven and earth; If Wang Qingyuan really gave birth to yin and yang vitality and evolved to open up the world, what kind of power would it be.

"And the final cut. Wang Qingyuan said lightly.

"This knife, I also didn't realize it for a long time, I thought two knives were enough, but now it seems that I underestimated you, and even "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" was not forced out, it seems that you still have hole cards not out, I am worth the trip. ”

Up to now, Sun Chongyang is a sharp speaker, a matter of knife skills, his mind is like electricity, and he is more eloquent than a person who reads poetry and books.

Wang Qingyuan slowly clenched the handle of the knife, because at this time, Sun Chongyang's body rose with a depressing aura that made him suppress, that is, it overflowed from his body, and the spiritual power to grasp the void in all directions was also suppressed.

It's a familiar smell!

Thundered!

Sun Chongyang took out the knife, the third knife, his whole temperament became extremely sharp, this knife was slashed, the air was like a thunderbolt, carefully distinguished, but it was like a Xunfeng roaring, deafening.

The miserable white knife light fell, yes, it was smashed, the air was oppressed, and there was a bang.

On the tip of the knife, the blood-colored aura was swallowed, and it could reach half an inch.

The strong wind was blowing on his face, like a sword cutting, scraping the bones painfully, Wang Qingyuan finally affirmed that this was not anything else, but the sharp qi of the knife.

The edge of the sword!

Generally speaking, this is the true meaning that only everyone can understand and comprehend, and it is a watershed in the way of the sword.

One step is sharp, one hand covers the sky, and a few steps away, is the mirror.

Eyes burst out of unprecedented light, under such oppression, Wang Qingyuan also gave birth to a vigorous fighting spirit, he took the Yin and Yang pile in the strength of the method, Tai Chi Yin and Yang Principle, just initially into the knife method, has not yet been fully integrated, also has such a power, if it is integrated into the Yin and Yang vitality, what will happen?

Airplanes!

The blue iron long knife trembled, the air vibrate, giving birth to fine folds, in an instant, Wang Qingyuan's whole body burst out of qi and blood, climbed to the extreme, muscles and bones sounded together, if the war drums beat, even the internal organs and five organs, also faintly gave birth to induction, heart and lungs beating, breath long and powerful.

Boom!

In an instant, Wang Qingyuan's blue iron long knife cut through the air, the knife light was brilliant, like the emperor star shining, as if the master of the stars of the nine heavens, vast and noble, on the tip of the knife, half an inch of purple light was like smoke and smoke, what was away from the fire and the plain, the wind was howling, all of them were truncated under this powerful and fierce knife light, only the starlight shone on everything.

The flash of a moment seemed to dispel a lot of the chill in this crape myrtle palace, and the bonfire in the hall rose, the flames were bright, and the dead branches and firewood burned and crackled.

In front of the crape myrtle hall.

Wang Qingyuan put the knife back into the sheath, and looked at Sun Chongyang, who was ten zhang away, on the five-foot white iron long knife in his hand, there was blood gurgling and dripping down, but the blade was spotless, and there was no blood, and it was obviously also a treasure soldier.

And at Sun Chongyang's feet, two faint plow marks extended forward for three zhang, which was a place that was shaken back three zhang.

"If you're not at the top, I'm not going to win. ”

Wang Qingyuan spoke: "You can rest for a few days, and then fight again on a later day." ”

Wang Qingyuan practiced the Heavenly Sword, oppressed people with grandiose power, and did not want to take advantage.

Sun Chongyang took a deep breath, but shook his head, and his tone became stiff again: "This little injury didn't damage my combat strength, I lost." ”

After speaking, he turned around and dragged the knife, and left directly, as if he didn't want to say anything more to Wang Qingyuan.

Looking at Sun Chongyang's slightly stumbling back, Wang Qingyuan was dumbfounded, and after a long time, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.