Chapter 244 Misty Song (first update)
Ying Juexiao said with satisfaction: "Okay, Taoist friend Shi is quick to talk to others, which is exactly the style of sword cultivators of our generation." Well, this guy simply regarded himself as a sword cultivator. After he finished speaking, he turned around and turned into a clear light and flew away into the distance, followed closely by Shi Xuan, Lou Yizhi, Gong Xujing, and Luo Banshan.
In the Emerald Valley.
After Jiang Nianqiao rested for a while, he suddenly remembered a problem in cultivation that had been bothering him for a long time, so he got up and looked for Uncle Shi again. However, he looked around and couldn't find Uncle Shi. He only saw Tang Youqiu walking towards the yard. Come, so she asked Tang Youqiu doubtfully: "Senior Sister Tang, where is Master Shishu? Did he go out with the Guanghan Sect monk just now?" Jiang Nianqiao simply ignored Lou Yizhi. More like an ice sculpture than a living person.
Tang Youqiu smiled slightly and said: "No, Ying Juexiao from the Luofu Sect's Xinghe Sword came to the door just now and wanted to compete with Uncle Shi, so they all went to the Luofu Sect's fighting stage."
"Ah, Senior Sister Tang, why didn't you tell me earlier?! I want to see Senior Uncle Shi show off his power." Jiang Nianqiao shouted excitedly and with a bit of complaint.
Tang Youqiu smiled: "Didn't I just come here to call you? Senior Brother Luo has already followed."
"Yes, yes, thank you, Senior Sister Tang. I'll help you call them." Jiang Nianqiao knew that Tang Youqiu was wrongly blamed, and quickly jumped back to the yard to help call people. Tang Youqiu looked at Jiang Nianqiao's lively appearance, shook his head and smiled, seeming to remember his own youth.
Not long after, a group of excited disciples set off under the leadership of a handyman from the Luofu sect.
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Qingyan Valley, not far from the Emerald Valley, is named because it is shrouded in pale white mist all year round. It is the largest fighting platform of the Luofu Sect.
Because he did not expect that Ying Juexiao would challenge Shi Xuan overnight, the monks from various major sects who had been watching here, as well as most of the Luofu sect disciples, had already left. The scene was deserted, except for the dozen or so disciples who were left. , it was because he had watched the elder masters fight swords earlier, which made his blood boil and his hands itched unbearably. After the others left, he made an appointment with his opponent to compete on stage.
"Good swordsmanship! This is a good move!" Two disciples on the stage were fighting swords, while the disciples in the audience were shouting and commenting. At this time, someone noticed Ying Juexiao and quickly saluted: "Hello, Uncle Ying. , why are you here again? Is this it?" At the end of the sentence, his face became excited.
Ying Juexiao nodded: "I want fellow Taoist Shi to learn from each other. If you are not in a hurry, you can stay and observe. Maybe you can get some inspiration in swordsmanship." Looking at Ying Juexiao's attitude towards the younger disciples, among the Luofu sect, The atmosphere should be no worse than Penglai Pai.
"Definitely, definitely." The disciple said happily and excitedly, then turned around and shouted to the fighting stage, "Stop competing, Master Ying and Senior Shi are here!"
The two disciples on the stage immediately stopped and jumped off the fighting stage. Together with their companions, they looked at Shi Ying and Shi Ying excitedly and feverishly. Shi Xuan sighed slightly. The disciples of the Luofu sect really have a pious heart for swordsmanship. It is a pity. Yes, they are not a sword cultivating sect.
"Senior Shi is welcome to teach us swordsmanship." As Shi Xuan went up to the fighting stage, these disciples suddenly said in unison. Shi Xuan suddenly had a misunderstanding. If they were shouting "Senior Shi is welcome to come and teach us", then hang up A very rustic red banner would be perfect.
At this time, Jiang Nianqiao and others had arrived. Except for Tang Youqiu, they were all out of breath. They were afraid of missing the sword show, so they came with all their strength. Then they came to the other side of the fighting stage, equally excited but less fanatical. Looking at Shi Xuan and Ying Juexiao.
When Ying Juexiao saw Shi Xuan standing on the stage, he said solemnly: "Today I will only compete with the flying sword, no matter what else, do you have any opinions, Taoist friend Shi?"
"That's very good." Shi Xuan spoke concisely and to the point, quite like his master Mo Yuan.
Ying Juexiao nodded, and a ray of crystal starlight flew out from his Dantian: "This is Pindao's natal flying sword, the ethereal star sword, the eighth heaven of perfection."
Shi Xuan pointed his hand, and a cyan lightning suddenly appeared, hovering around him: "The Heavenly Thunder Demon Sword, a spiritual weapon."
The disciples of the Luofu Sect in the audience were in an uproar. Someone said: "It's not the flying sword of your destiny? Could it be that you look down on Uncle Ying?"
"Probably not. The power of the flying sword, a spiritual weapon in the divine soul stage, is almost the same as Master Ying's natal flying sword." Someone argued.
"Unless his natal magic weapon is not a flying sword at all!"
"Damn it! What a master of swordsmanship below the golden elixir. He is simply blaspheming the art of swordsmanship. He doesn't choose flying swords as his natal magic weapon. He is simply a half-baked swordsman who steals his name from the world."
"Yes, yes, yes, Uncle Ying must defeat him! Let him know what pure swordsmanship is!"
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Jiang Nianqiao and others on the other side looked at each other in embarrassment. They couldn't understand why it was such a big sin not to choose the flying sword as their natal magic weapon. Judging from the expressions and tone of the guys from the Luofu Sect, it seemed that they were serious? !
Ying Juexiao, who was on the stage, was also slightly surprised. Then he suppressed a trace of dissatisfaction and became calm again: "Fellow Taoist Shi, draw your sword."
Shi Xuan understood that Ying Juexiao was assuming his identity as the master, so he was not polite. He displayed his sword light and flew towards Ying Juexiao at an extremely fast speed.
Ying Juexiao's ethereal star sword drew a wonderful trajectory, and also blocked the green sword light at an extremely fast speed. After that, the two flying swords frequently collided in the air, making dense and clear clanging sounds, dragging out streaks of green star light. The afterimages made the disciples below feel dizzy and confused, and they didn't expect that just the collision of flying swords would make them so uncomfortable.
"Sure enough, Fellow Daoist Shi and Fellow Daoist Ying have both mastered Sword Qi Leiyin, but under this condition, neither of them can take the initiative by using fast to defeat slow. In the end, they still have to compete in swordsmanship." As the elder, Gong Xujing, Let’s explain it to the disciples of Penglai Sect.
"But Senior Gong, we can only see countless green lights and starlights, like fireworks on the stage, and we can't see clearly the changes of the flying sword at all." Jiang Nianqiao said with a bitter look on his face, Ren Shuiyao and others He nodded with the same expression.
Gong Xujing smiled and scolded: "If you can see clearly the changes in their flying swords, then all these years of practicing swordsmanship will be in vain, but it doesn't matter, the fighting platform should have the ability to slow down." As expected, a Luofu sect disciple left When I arrived at the fighting stage, I didn't know what kind of magic was being played. A curtain of water rose from the side of the fighting stage. On top of it, Shi Xuan and Ying Juexiao were also fighting, but the speed was much slower, making the disciples dizzy without having to look at it. , all of them extremely focused.
After a storm of attack and defense, Ying Juexiao changed first, the crystal starlight changed, and the sword light continued to hit Shi Xuan like a drizzle, while waves of ethereal and wonderful music enveloped the fighting stage. The sound and singing are extremely disturbing, and they are exactly the sword technique "Drizzle Piaomiao" included in the Piao Miao Song Jue.
Shi Xuan Tian's Thunder Demonic Sword flicked, and a huge thunder sounded, shaking the misty singing into pieces. At the same time, a huge thunder pillar fell from the sky, covering the entire place in front of Shi Xuan. Thunder struck the ground and drizzle fell, creating a beautiful scene.
Seeing that he couldn't take any advantage, Ying Juexiao unfolded the Misty Star Sword, and a condensed starry sky seemed to appear within a few dozen feet. The flying sword drew mysterious traces, bringing out bursts of misty fairy music. In the blink of an eye, The stars were connected in a short time, and then the overwhelming starlight hit Shi Xuan.
At this time, one after another thick blue sky thunder fell from the sky, hitting directly under the starry sky. These sky thunders were more powerful than each other, covering the entire fighting stage in the blue thunder light, and the blue thunder light was rolling inside. There are dots of stars in the thunder ball, emitting misty starlight. These lights cover up the figures of Shi Xuan and Ying Juexiao.
The disciple on the stage had to slow down for a few beats, and now he sighed: "I didn't expect that the swordsmanship was so beautiful, with the thunder, light and drizzle complementing each other. This Shi Xuan is not a person who has gained a reputation in vain."
"Hmph, Uncle Ying's swordsmanship has changed wonderfully, and he has the upper hand. Shi Xuan can only respond passively, and is no match for him at all. It seems that Uncle Ying may not have used all his strength when fighting Uncle Hu this afternoon."
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"Okay, this is the 'Piaomiao' that Master Ying combined with the 'Piaomiao Song Jue' and the 'Zhu Xing Sword Jue'. It is indeed extremely powerful."
Hearing these words, the corner of Jiang Niangqiao's mouth twitched slightly. Senior Ying Jue Xiaoying's naming skills were really not very good. Because he practiced "Piaomiao Song Jue" and "Zhu Xing Sword Jue", his natal flying sword was called Piaomiao Star Sword. The swordsmanship is called the misty stars... "Wow, Uncle Shi's lightning is so fierce." Before she could finish her rant, she began to sigh about Shi Xuan's thunder punishment from the sky. Next to her, Ren Shuiyao's eyes were shining brightly, and she couldn't help but stare at it. Li Bingnan and others are less enthusiastic, but more excited. Perhaps when they reach the Qi-entraining stage, they will reluctantly choose the flying sword as their natal magic weapon.
The disciples of the Luofu Sect who were bragging just now were also shocked by this dreamlike scene, and it seemed that Shi Xuan, who was not pious to Feijian, had the upper hand.
On the fighting stage, the cyan lightning and starry sky disappeared without a trace. The Misty Star Sword had returned to Ying Juexiao's hand. He bent his fingers and flicked the flying sword, and the sound of killing Qingyue suddenly sounded. To frighten the soul, and with his false shot, the flying sword turned into a crystal starlight and soared into the sky. When it reached the mid-air, it turned into countless starlights and fell towards Shi Xuan like fireworks. It was the killing move in "Piaomiao Song Jue". Playing the sword and singing wildly."
Shi Xuantian pointed his magic thunder sword, and countless stars dragged their comet-like tails towards the starlight, stimulating countless fleeting lights in the sky.
Suddenly, the sound of killing Qingyue sounded again. Because Beidou's mental method of guiding the way has been running, Shi Xuan's heart condensed at this time. He directly recalled the Tianlei Fu Demon Sword and slashed into the void beside him. It seemed that he was in the air. Make strange movements.
But when the cyan lightning arrived there, it seemed to collide with something, making a clear and pleasant sound, and then a crystal starlight fell out of the body. At this time, countless stars in the mid-air disappeared without a trace.