Regarding the intimidating words of Qinglong, the leader of the Jinyi Guard, Ling Hu Chong didn't pay attention to it at all.

"After all, none of these people have ever seen a real sword book to ward off evil spirits, I only need to draw a sword book that looks pretty good, and then I can be confused. That's it, can't I just piece together the lost sword moves of the Wuyue Sword Sect recorded in the cave inscription of the Siguo Cliff?"

Ling Hu Chong's thoughts turned quickly: "By the way, the name of the move needs to be changed, and it is best to change it beyond recognition." The noun related to slaying demons and destroying demons is very suitable as the name of the sword move of the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits. ”

Thinking about this, Ling Hu Chong also had a bottom in his heart.

When they got to the ruined temple, the two brocade guards hurriedly cleaned up a desk.

The disciples of the Huashan faction carried the four treasures of the study room in their luggage, and Ling Hu said: "Let that Zhu lead the grinding of ink." ”

Commander Zhu was stabbed in the left shoulder by him just now, and his right arm was also broken by the shock, which was really miserable. At this moment, Ling Hu Chong actually wanted to rectify him, so much so that Commander Zhu almost ordered Ling Hu Chong to be besieged and killed.

Qinglong glanced at him, and Commander Zhu had no choice but to go over, enduring the pain and anger and grinding the ink with his left hand.

Then, seeing Linghu Chong spread out the white paper, dipped the wolf in thick ink, and immediately wrote down the words "Evil Sword Spectrum".

Then there is the opening outline that he made up blindly: "Swordsmanship is never easy to learn, and it swims around like a dragon." The demons stand in the way and should be destroyed, and the sword blade and the blood of the blade are chaotic......"

Reluctantly reciting the general outline of more than 300 words, Ling Hu Chong began to draw the lost sword moves of the Wuyue Sword Sect, and changed its name to be very domineering, with many of the words demons.

As for whether the swordsmanship was coherent, Ling Hu Chong didn't care, he expected that such a profound swordsmanship would not be so easy to master?

In order to increase the difficulty of the sword spectrum, so that a master like Qinglong could not understand it, Ling Hu Chong also added some self-created sword moves to these sword moves.

In the process of drawing the sword spectrum, Ling Hu Chong's heart recalled from time to time the two sentences that Feng Qingyang had told him: "The way to use the sword is to care about flowing water and go anywhere." It has to be done, and it has to be stopped. ”

An hour later, Ling Hu Chong finally finished drawing a thick pile of white paper.

"Well, this is the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits, hurry up and go back to your life, don't bother me. Linghu Chong handed the pile of white paper with sword moves drawn to Qinglong, and said with an impatient look.

Qinglong took the sword book and looked at it carefully for a while, sometimes frowning, sometimes nodding.

The others didn't know what they meant, and after a long while, Qinglong said: "There are two problems, one is that this general formula doesn't seem to be smooth, and the other is that there are more than two hundred moves in it, at least five styles, and many of the moves are completely incoherent. Linghu Shaoxia, are you sure this is the real evil sword spectrum?"

"Of course, first of all, I recited and wrote this general formula according to the original sword spectrum, as for its unsmoothness, what does it matter to me? Originally, those of us who practice martial arts are not proficient in literature and ink, and the predecessors who created the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits are just to describe the sword spectrum as clearly as possible. ”

Ling Hu Chong said very calmly: "In addition, the style and incoherence of sword moves are just your feelings at the beginning, as long as you practice hard according to this sword spectrum, the sword technique will definitely be as powerful as me." ”

At this time, Yue Buqun's gaze at Ling Hu Chong was very gloomy, thinking that Ling Hu Chong had deceived him.

Lin Pingzhi's gaze was furious, and he was resentful that Hu Chong had taken his family heirloom sword spectrum to ward off evil as his own.

The other Huashan disciples were also stunned, but it was very dangerous here, and no one dared to talk about it loudly.

Qinglong pondered for a moment in silence and said, "Let's have a try, I want to see if you use these sword moves." ”

Ling Hu Chong's heart was cold, and he had to admire the wisdom of Qinglong, if Ling Hu Chong didn't use the Dugu Nine Swords, he would not be able to resist the attack of his Ming Fourteen Potential Brocade Box, but Ling Hu Chong used the Dugu Nine Swords, and the tricks were obviously different from those on the sword spectrum.

Seeing that Linghu Chong was silent and didn't answer, Qinglong sneered: "What? Is Linghu Shaoxia worried? Even if you lose, I won't kill you, don't worry." ”

"But even if it's just an injury, if I use the Wuyue Sect Sword to defeat it, it will prove that this is a fake evil sword technique, and the power is not strong enough. Ling Hu Chong secretly complained in his heart.

However, on the surface, Ling Hu Chong smiled heroically and said: "I fought with these subordinates of yours before, and the internal strength was consumed too much, and let me rest for a while, how about we fight again until dawn?"

"It's fine, as you wish. Qinglong said that, he took his men to the other side of the broken temple to rest.

Ling Hu Chong was about to rest, when Lin Ping came over angrily, he had already been carried away by anger, he grabbed Ling Hu Chong's collar, and scolded with spit: "Ling Hu Chong, you villain, I used to treat you as a chivalrous man, and I respected you as a senior brother." I didn't expect you to actually engulf my family's evil sword spectrum, what do you say?"

"Fuck off, don't bother me. I met the masked man and the brocade guard just now, why don't you stand up and block it? Linghu Chong kicked Lin Pingzhi away.

The sad Lin Pingzhi was kicked so hard that he couldn't get up, so he had to lie on the ground and cry.

Although Ling Hu Chong understood that Lin Pingzhi was a pitiful worm, he was blinded by hatred, and later killed his little junior sister, so Ling Hu Chong did not sympathize with him at all.

As for Yue Buqun's reprimand and the incomprehensible eyes of his sister and junior sister, Ling Hu Chong completely ignored it.

Then, Ling Hu Chong concentrated on calming down, closed his eyes and ran the Mixed Yuan Gong to heal his injuries, and adjusted his state.

"I can't get cranky, I'm going to get my best and give it my all tomorrow. If I can kill the Qinglong with the Dugu Nine Sword, wouldn't it resolve the crisis? Commander Zhu and the other Jinyi guards are nothing. Linghu Chongxin said.

The rain was pouring down and stopped the next morning.

Linghu Chong was still meditating with his eyes closed, and Qinglong was waiting beside him.

"It's time to compete. Qinglong Road.

"Don't worry, I said that I would not break my promise today. It's also very tiring to meditate all the time, so I'll take a nap and fight again at noon. Linghu said.

Qinglong wanted to say something, but Linghu Chong had already fallen to the ground and snored, and Qinglong shook his head and laughed.

At noon, Ling Hu Chong was woken up, and after stretching his waist, he smiled and said, "Commander Qinglong, have you eaten?"

"Nonsense, go and try it outside the temple. Qinglong said in a deep voice.

Then, when they arrived at the open space outside the temple, Ling Hu Chong and Qinglong confronted each other from a five-zhang position, while the others gathered in a distant position, silently watching the battle.

The green dragon stood with the brocade box, and Ling Hu Chong already had a sword in his hand.

The bleak cold wind blew, and the leaves fell in a whirlwind, and suddenly fell quickly between the two of them.

"I haven't been able to practice the Dugu Nine Sword to the point where I can go anywhere, if I am still sure of comparing swords with Qinglong, but in his brocade box of the Ming Dynasty, there are too many hidden weapons and too many knives, how can I crack it?"

Ling Hu Chong remained still, thoughts surging in his mind, and in the case of uncertainty, the first move would most likely put him in a disadvantageous situation.

At this time, Qinglong's gaze had already met Ling Hu Chong's, and at a distance of five zhang, his gaze was still as sharp as a dagger, making Ling Hu Chong's eyes hurt a little. But he had to try to be as light as possible, and he knew that first of all, he couldn't lose in terms of momentum.