Duan Jiulang stood in His Excellency Qiulin, not like a huge boulder that did not move or shake, but like a rickety old pine hiding among the mountains and rocks to survive. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He knew very well that the boulder was not unbreakable, and his past years of cultivation taught him that no matter how hard the stone was, it would definitely break one day, and the heavens and the earth were high, and the avenue was endless, if he wanted to go further on the path of cultivation, he could only be an old pine that was always bent down and humble.

For this reason, although his swordsmanship is calm and atmospheric, with a rustic feeling of heavy mountains and rocks, it does not have the fierceness and domineering momentum of the mountains.

Song Qiu retreated in embarrassment, and Duan Jiulang stood in place, but did not pursue.

It's not that he is arrogant, but from the sword move in his hand, he recalled his cultivation experience many years ago, a little sad, a little touched.

Those experiences made him who he is today, and because he remembered those experiences, he had new feelings in his heart.

Some of the Tao methods that I didn't understand before suddenly cleared up in my mind, as if I was pouring a bucket of cold water from my head in late spring and early summer, first slightly cold, and then sober.

As if he had been initiated, the Tao he had learned in the past was integrated and mixed together in his mind.

The long sword in his hand was raised slightly, and Duan Jiulang, who had realized something, unconsciously handed out his sword move.

The long sword pierced through the debris of the maple leaf and stabbed at Song Qiu.

is no longer a simple nineteen swords, and the sword moves are mixed with Duan Nineteen Lang's latest realization.

The sword emitted a silvery white light, and the light shone on the surrounding debris, which suddenly crackled and burned, and countless sparks in the sky ignited, like stars in the night sky.

These shattered stars swarmed towards Song Qiu with sword qi.

As the so-called spark can start a prairie fire.

The sparks around the sword body connected and gradually burned into a curtain of fire.

The firelight of the fire curtain was reflected on Jiang Fenghan's face, and the red light was in stark contrast to his slightly pale face.

I don't know if it's because it's unhealthy, or because I'm too surprised, Jiang Fenghan's face was slightly white, his lips were also slightly white, he looked at the attic in surprise, and for the first time he had an impression of Duan Jiulang.

Even if it was the "embattled" and "the wind is Xiaoxiao" just now, although Jiang Fenghan had some admiration for Duan Jiulang, it didn't make him feel admiration and admiration, because he could easily do it because of the change of place.

But now this fire curtain made Jiang Fenghan feel completely different.

This fire curtain is not unfamiliar, those fine fire crumbs seem to be disorganized, but in fact they hide a mystery, which is the foundation of the Shangqing Sect in Maoshan Shangqing.

The legend of this rune is that the founder of the Qing Sect on Maoshan was created by Sanmao Zhenjun, and it has always been the signature Taoism of the Qing Sect on Maoshan Mountain, and there has always been a saying in the world of cultivating immortals that "Maoshan is a rune covering ten thousand papers", which means that compared with the runes of the Maoshan faction, the runes of other sects are just scraps of graffiti on yellow paper.

Back then, a certain immortal cultivator who was only one step away from cultivating into a true immortal even once said the words "Maoshan Fu Fajia World", which has since been regarded as a model by many immortal cultivators.

If the "embattled" and "wind Xiaoxiao" just now are the continuation of the past, then now this rune is open. In the past thousands of years, immortal cultivators have never imagined that they can turn sword moves into part of the runes, using the sword body as the yellow paper to draw the runes, and the hand holding the sword as the pen to draw the runes, to draw such a fiery and powerful runes.

There are many geniuses in this world, and there is never a shortage of people who carry on the past, but there are very few people in this world who dare to open up and can open up. Only when the world dares to create can it embrace a new chapter. For a long time, the most valuable thing in the world has always been innovation, so Jiang Fenghan felt sincere admiration for Duan Jiulang.

The fire curtain was burning, mixed with the maple leaves all over the mountain, and it was impossible to tell which ones were fire and which were leaves.

The blood on Song Qiu's forehead flowed faster, and the color became lighter, lighter, and lighter, as he began to sweat.

The rapidly approaching fire curtain emitted an astonishing heat, and beads of sweat on Song Qiu's face fell like raindrops.

Song Qiu looked at the fire curtain, his eyes were full of sparks, like the stars in the sky at night.

He seemed to be stunned, and stood motionless, as if he had realized that he could not escape this catastrophe, so he bound his hands and waited for the final judgment of fate.

Duan Jiu Lang looked at Song Qiu coldly, a cold smile bloomed at the corner of his lips, and there was no slackness under his hand, and the long sword moved with the fire curtain and headed towards Song Qiu.

The fire curtain turned into a tumbling fire dragon, cracked its terrifying mouth and teeth, and screamed and climbed to the corner of Song Qiu.

The corners of Song Qiu's clothes burned violently, burning as quickly as confetti, raising a lot of fly ash.

The strange thing is that Song Qiu still maintains calm, and he is really calm as if he is a generous righteous man.

Jiang Fenghan stood in the attic and saw this scene, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Logically speaking, at this time, he should stand up and organize Duan Jiulang's attack, even if doing so would cause dissatisfaction among the Qing Sect on Maoshan Mountain, and might even trigger a war in the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

But Jiang Fenghan finally chose to wait and see.

Not because he was afraid or hesitant in his heart, but because Song Qiu was too calm.

There were fire points left in those flying ashes that had not completely burned out, and the fire points were flying in front of Song Qiu's eyes, filling his sight.

The fire curtain just now was like a starry scene in Song Qiu's eyes, and at this moment, these fire spots fell in Song Qiu's eyes, and they turned into a vast universe.

Song Qiu's eyes were shining.

The light in his eyes shone brighter than the fire points and the flames on his body.

Hidden among the fire points in the fire curtain are obscure ancient characters that are difficult to find, and few people will understand the meaning of these words.

But Song Qiu understood.

Song Qiu had seen these orderly ancient characters countless times in the past few days, and Song Qiu was very familiar with these characters.

Familiar with it melting in the water, Song Qiu can recognize it, melt in the wind, Song Qiu can recognize it, hide it in the fire, Song Qiu can still recognize it.

These ancient characters are the basis of the runes, without which they would never have been used.

Song Qiu's palm grabbed the flames burning on the corners of his clothes, and those flames were like pendant decorations hanging on his clothes, which were easily removed by Song Qiu.

Holding the talisman fire in his hand, Song Qiu sighed a little.

He wasn't mistaken, this talisman fire was what he imagined it to be.

He didn't know what this talisman was called in Duan Jiulang and Maoshan Shangqing Sect, but he knew that it was actually a variant of the Sanqing Miaoying talisman.

He had only practiced this talisman for three days, and he had only just started it.

But now, he wanted to use this beginner's talisman to compare with Duan Jiulang.