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Yan Zhengming was startled, and then heard Cheng Qian still calmly say, "It's alright, get out of the way."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Zhengming's inner palace suddenly gave birth to a sword intent that was exactly the same as that of the outsider, subtle and unpredictable, unlike the gentleness of an ordinary sword... but it was everywhere.
It was the sword of origin that he had seen when he got started!
Neither the fire nor the severe cold can extinguish the fine grass and the breeze that reincarnate on the wasteland, as long as the first shoot falls from the wind and takes refuge here—
The wooden sword evoked every state of mind in the swinging wooden sword. Yan Zhengming instinctively flashed every move of the wooden sword in front of his eyes. The bladeless wooden sword was all-encompassing. This hundred years of light yīn looked back again.
In this flash of lightning, the original sword intent and the wooden sword met, and a ray of light immediately fell on Yan Zhengming's scarred Primordial Spirit.
At this moment, all the fresh air of Fuyao Villa poured into the bamboo forest like a river flowing into the sea.
Tang Zhen was the first to go outside the bamboo forest, followed by Shuikeng and Li Yun, Shuikeng ran over and almost plunged into the small bamboo forest, but was stopped by Tang Zhen with a flick of his sleeve: "Be careful girl, right now Can't get in."
It was only then that Shuideng realized that the strand of long hair that had just floated in front of her had been cut in half.
This seems to be full of infinite vitality, and contains the ubiquitous sword edge.
In Yan Zhengming's inner palace, an ordinary wooden sword suddenly pierced through the infinite sword qi, straight into the center of the inner palace, and fell like a pinhead of the sea god, a hurricane rolled up, and the chaotic backlash of the sword qi had no time to escape, and it was completely destroyed by the huge sword. The gravitational force rolled up, and the swords of the Primordial Spirit were recovered one by one by the wooden sword, connecting them into a line, and with the wooden sword as the base, they fell down one by one.
The sword light was blazing, Yan Zhengming's primordial spirit recaptured the inner palace in an instant, and his movements disappeared, but he was still immersed in the boundless sword intent for a long time.
The sharp sword qi that was released was all gathered into his palm, and the boundless anger in his heart suddenly returned to tranquility, and a trace of sea cháo sword qi from Cheng Qian was mixed in the swinging wooden sword.
He seems to be under the sea, the abyss is thousands of feet, and the height is thousands of feet. There are wind and thunder surging between the sleeves of Hunter's robes, but everything is silent.
That's what "sheathing" is.
Three zhang prison, jumping out to see, in fact, it is only a crude drawing of the ground as a prison.
Cheng Qian, of course, felt his approach, and took the opportunity to withdraw his consciousness.
He sat for eighty-one days, and there was a layer of frost on the corners of his eyes and brows. It was the result of his inner breath running to the extreme. Xiaoqing'an was as warm as chūn in the middle. Only he was cold here, and there were spots on his chest. bloodstains.
This damage to the primordial spirit might really take a lot of work to recover, but Cheng Qian's heart was like a boulder falling to the ground, but instead opened up a bit.
He was willing.
Cheng Qian turned his head to look at Yan Zhengming, and saw that he still hadn't woken up, but the anger of gray defeat was gone, and the dark red heart demon mark between his eyebrows was almost invisible, only the pure sword light flashed, Immediately, he regained his composure, and when he was unsheathed, the terrifying sharp edge was revealed, and he couldn't see it at all.
Cheng Qian was whimsical, and based on the wooden sword, it turned out to be a success. Thinking about it, it is incredible. Rao is that he is sure of everything. At this time, the corners of his mouth could not help but slightly curl up, revealing a smile.
The next moment, the feeling of exhaustion from the damaged Yuanshen came over involuntarily, Cheng Qian hurriedly stretched out his hand to support him, but he didn't get down on the spot, and that little pride immediately turned into a wry smile.
Li Yun's voice came from outside the door, with a little imperceptible anxiety: "Xiao Qian, how are you?"
"It's okay." Cheng Qian took a deep breath, reluctantly stabilized his voice, and replied nonchalantly, "Wait, I'll sort it out a bit."
Hearing that there was no abnormality in his voice, Li Yun finally felt relieved and had time to joke with the people next to him.
He said to Shuikang, "When those two people come out, I'll go into seclusion and worry about my hair all day long. I don't have much cultivation, and my wrinkles are about to grow."
Tang Zhen stood a little further away, the strange sword intent in the bamboo forest had not yet dissipated, he reached out to catch a green bamboo leaf, and reached out to wipe off the dew on it. With some complicated expressions, he said, "You create something out of nothing, and you are in a desperate situation... It's really amazing, and it is indeed a person who is not afraid of even the calamity."
Cheng Qian was far less relaxed than he showed, so it was inconvenient for Li Yun and the others to wait for a long time. That set of blood-stained clothes was smeared into powder, and the corpses were destroyed. Then, he had an idea and set the same incense burner on one side. Only then did he wipe the cold sweat from his face, adjust his breath in place for a while, and give Li Yun and the others. Open the door.
After casually dealing with the people's visits and questions, Cheng Qian's energy was finally unsustainable, he turned around and fell on the small couch beside him, and before his head touched the pillow, he fell asleep as if in a coma.
He was also a sword cultivator. At this time, You Liang, who had settled in a town thirty miles away from Fuyao Villa, could clearly see that there was an indescribable strong sword intent that had been patrolling the Fuyao Villa for a long time.
Considering that You Liang had just stepped into the Primordial Spirit's cultivation, he could not see the depth of Sword Art Online's cultivation. He just deeply felt that kind of qiáng, and shuddered deeply for it - a shudder full of fighting intent.
There are a hundred sword cultivators in this world, and 99 of them are belligerent. , it was only after nine deaths and a lifetime of progress - of course, the remaining special one was Yan Zhengming, a once-in-a-lifetime Sword Art Online expert. He was not born with a warlike heart. Practice is almost always forced.
You Liang jumped up the beam of the inn, looking at the hazy cloud of Sword Art Online from a distance, his young eyes were full of eagerness to try, but there was a light cough behind him, and You Liang turned around reluctantly. , Seeing Wu Changtian walking up slowly, he muttered: "Senior brother."
Wu Changtian glanced in the direction of Fuyao Villa, but said nothing.
You Liang said with emotion: "I really hope that one day I can fight against such a person."
Wu Changtian's eyes moved slightly, and after a while, he sighed and said, "Xiao Liang, when the matter of the demon dragon subsides, you should self-isolate for three hundred years and leave Tianyan."
There are too many secrets in Tianyan. If you want to escape, you have to go through three hundred years of retreat. After the confidentiality period, you can return to freedom.
You Liang was stunned: "Senior brother..."
Wu Changtian said in a low voice: "Besides you in Tianyan, there is no second sword cultivator - sword cultivator is so hard to practice, firm in mind, and the heart of searching for a hundred years is more than his way, there are so many things in Tianyan, it is not suitable for You practice, you are extremely talented, don't delay."
You Liang frowned and argued: "How can it be so serious, that Yan Zhengming is still the head of their Fuyao faction, isn't he also involved in trivial matters all day long, and he still entered Sword Art Online!"
"You've only seen a prominent family member in front of you, but you haven't seen someone suffer behind your back." Wu Changtian shook his head. His younger brother had only been in the school for more than a hundred years, and he had a strong desire for swords, but it was a bit unpopular. , he couldn't help but say a few more words, said, "Tujiao Chenglong, although he has walked the magic way, he does not need to be angry, a pair of rivers and mountains, and two 'real dragons', why do you say the edict?"
You Liang was taken aback: "Senior brother, you...you have to be careful."
"There are many sects in the world, but if you want to talk about the background, none of them can compare to my Tianyan school," Wu Changtian sneered, "Everyone in the world thinks that the 'Tianyan place' was established by the emperor, but we don't know that our Tianyan school has existed for hundreds of generations in the world. Inheritance, we cultivate Taoism not for longevity, but to prevent those great powers who call wind and rain and spread beans and become soldiers from harming mortals. The world has changed dynasties, but the purpose of our Taoism has never changed. Jian, he also recruited a large number of so-called loose cultivators. I didn’t agree at that time, but the sect master insisted on doing things his own way, saying that he had an identity and could do things well. If he really had some moral conduct, would he not be a mortal? Dangerous villain, now... hehe, he has become their emperor's private guard!"
You Liang asked in surprise, "Senior brother, since the change of dynasty is not under our control, why do we have to do our best to stop the dragon this time?"
"You read the scriptures into the belly of a dog, haven't you heard of 'The wind never ends, the shower never ends'?" Wu Changtian sighed, "From ancient times to the present, have you ever heard of a sect of demons that continues Going down? They are powerful, but they flourished for a while, and they declined quickly. Besides, those demons clearly go their own way, regardless of whether others live or die.
The sword intent in the sky above Fuyao Mountain Villa gradually faded, presumably because the sword cultivator who was not born in this world slowly pulled it back, Wu Changtian saw his eyes flickering, and after a while he whispered: "The slayer of demons in those days became demons, but today's Dao defenders have no way—Tianyan and Fuyao are in decline, it’s really… that’s all, I think their heads will have to leave the customs in a few days, and they’ll just have to pay a visit at that time.”
Yan Zhengming stayed in the sheath for a day and a night before he calmed down all the backlashing sword energy. The injuries from the trapped dragon locks in the inner palace immediately became negligible. The sky returned to normal, and he looked inside, only to feel that even the demons in his heart had faded a lot.
However, since the inner demon has arisen, it is difficult to disappear. The more you care about it, the more it will linger in your heart.
Yan Zhengming finally opened his eyes, rubbed his eyebrows, and felt that as his realm improved, he became more and more open to thinking. He felt that with his aptitude, he might not become the most powerful sword cultivator in history, and it seemed good to be the most generous.
Instead, it was the sword that Cheng Qian entrusted into his inner palace, a set of swinging wooden swordsmanship. Although the swords of the brothers and sisters all came from the same origin, different people naturally have different understandings, even if it is the same person, after the passage of time. All have different angles.