Cheng Qian's pupils shrank suddenly, and the next moment, he found that the restriction of his true essence had been released, and the true essence that had been imprisoned for a long time was flowing frantically in the sea of ​​​​qi. Eight sword shadows, hand-to-hand -

Cheng Qian didn't wait for the opponent to change his moves, and he had already entered the faint sword intent first. The frost-like sword intent pervaded the entire space, leaving no trace, but it was everywhere. The third sword of the middle-aged man was "extremely prosperous" And then, the two strands of true essence collided in the air, and there was an earth-shattering loud noise.

This senior didn't hold back, he chopped sixteen swords "Extremely Prosperous", each time more tricky, each time more dangerous.

For the first time, Cheng Qian truly understood the sword meaning of "youwei". At first, the somewhat stagnant sword became more and more proficient. The Demon Slaying Array has the same effect.

It's a pity that the stronger he is, the stronger the opponent is, and Cheng Qian's strength is finally exhausted.

At the time of the sixteenth sword, the frost blade came out of his hand again, and rolled to the ground awkwardly. Cheng Qian sighed, shook his head and didn't stand still, and fell down on his knees, his arms barely supporting it. ground.

The middle-aged man condescendingly put the sword in his hand around his neck, and said indifferently: "Do you know where you are wrong?"

Cheng Qian's heartbeat was thundering for a while, and he was speechless.

"The 'youwei' move is the most difficult move in the swinging wooden sword. It is unpredictable and all-pervasive. You were unreasonable before, but in a flash, you are already able to do it well. With such aptitude, why would you rather study other swordsmanships? ?impetuous!"

If Fang is worried about Yan Zhengming, his mood is a little impetuous, Cheng Qian admits, but his hard work over the years has never been less than anyone's, and he has never been more comfortable than anyone talent aside, he admits that he is definitely not. An impetuous person.

Cheng Qian immediately defended: "I..."

The middle-aged man's mouth was slightly raised, and a stiff smile interrupted him: "Because you feel that the wooden sword is not right with you, right? I walk the wooden sword in a 'humane way', from life to death, from young to young Old, there are thousands of ordinary people in the world who can’t escape this path, there is nothing unusual about it, you feel that you are an exception, different from those ordinary people, right?”

Cheng Qian: "..."

In retrospect, when other people were not afraid of tigers when they were born, and they were still waiting for thousands of miles, he believed that he had matured so early that he had lost his youthful heart. , walked in front from a distance, and when others struggled in every way and things backfired, he ran rampant in the world, and he was fearless long ago.

Although he never boasted, but Cheng Qian's deep self-esteem in his subconscious was so high that he never thought of every move in the swinging wooden sword to himself.

The various sword intents in the wooden sword always seemed to him to be separated by a layer.

The middle-aged man stopped drinking and said, "You look at the world, then look at yourself and others, but you never want to compare yourself with yourself. Are you not a human being? Since you chose 'humanity', why don't you let that go? A big and unreasonable heart of heaven and earth?"

"Treating people is all about being close and distant, who you feel, who you tolerate, who you are close to, who you love—who have you ever feared? Who have you looked up to? Who have you taken as a lesson?"

When the middle-aged man said this, he suddenly pressed the tip of the sword down, the sharp blade scratched Cheng Qian's neck and said, "Young man is arrogant, arrogant, pretentious, I don't think you are a young man, and you have no temperament. How much progress."

Cheng Qian had a cold sweat on his back.

"If you are truly extraordinary, and consciously understand the Fuyao wooden sword, why can't you even use the 'youwei' move? Stand up!" The middle-aged man shouted angrily, "The sword is not finished yet, why are you pretending to die!"

At the beginning, his mind was uneasy, and he lived like a year. Although he was not worried about Yan Zhengming, who was also here, he began to worry about Li Yun and others who were in the same room with many demon cultivators and people from Tianyanchu. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the master here clearly saw that he was absent-minded, and he was treated by the wind and rain, so he had to put aside his distracting thoughts and gradually sink into the swinging wooden sword.

Cheng Qian was trapped here for an unknown time, and the unknown master here imprisoned his true essence countless times, and forced him countless times to practice the frost blade as an ordinary wooden sword like a little disciple who didn't get started.

But when the man who had transformed into an old man pushed open another door and let him go, Cheng Qian suddenly had a strange feeling, as if all the sun and moon had only happened in one thought and one breath, he stood there. At the other door, I looked up and saw that the small strand of hair that had been cut off by the wooden sword before entering this door had just fallen to the ground.

Cheng Qian suddenly took a step back, turned his head and asked, "I don't know what the seniors are called?"

The old man looked at his nose and his mouth and replied, "No name, I'm just a little inheritance from you."

Cheng Qian asked again, "What if we chose the word 'heaven' or the word 'earth'?"

The old man said, "The Fuyao sect has only followed humanism since ancient times. As for heaven and earth, I can't teach it, and no one can teach it, so I have to send you back and forth."

Cheng Qian listened, and a thought suddenly flashed in his heart, too fast to catch it. He thought for a moment, and dignifiedly bowed to the old man as a junior, and then he strode away.

The door of inheritance behind him closed silently, as if it had never existed. Cheng Qian looked up and saw Yan Zhengming standing not far away, holding the wooden sword he took out from the inner palace, and lowered slightly thoughtfully. head.

Seeing him, Cheng Qian couldn't help but feel happy, and his footsteps were much lighter: "Eldest brother..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, Yan Zhengming's cold eyes swept over and cut off the words behind him.

Cheng Qian grew up with him since he was a child. Whether he was looking for trouble on weekdays or was really angry, Cheng Qian could still tell the difference. At that time, he was stunned for a moment, and he was a little murmured in his heart, thinking: "Is he also caught by that Was the old man tortured lightly?"

After Yan Zhengming glared at him, he didn't say a word, turned around and walked forward.

Cheng Qian followed him in confusion, racking his brains to remember where he had offended the young master, and asked helplessly, "What's wrong with you?"

As soon as the words fell, Cheng Qian himself suddenly reacted, his eyes fell uncontrollably on the wooden sword in Yan Zhengming's hand, his scalp tingled for a while, and he said in his heart: "Wait, what is he doing when he has nothing to take out of the wooden sword? "

The old man in the inheritance is very sharp-eyed, and he can't see what he has said.

Thinking of this, Cheng Qian almost felt guilty, he quietly wiped a cold sweat, and quickly pondered the countermeasures in his heart.

Yan Zhengming immediately kept silent after hearing his question, thinking to himself, "Oh, this is a guilty conscience of being a thief."

After waiting for a while, just as Cheng Qian coughed and was about to speak, Yan Zhengming said unexpectedly, "Why, have you already made up nonsense about how to replace this wooden sword?"

Cheng Qian: "..."

The two of them seemed to have passed through a long and narrow passage, and soon came to the end. At the end, there was a soft halo of the morning sun. After Yan Zhengming asked that sentence, he walked in directly without looking back. Flash went through something and disappeared.

Cheng Qian hurriedly chased after him, and with a flash in front of his eyes, he found that he had returned to the foot of Taiyin Mountain. When he turned around again, the inheritance and the Valley of Heart Demons had all disappeared.

In addition to an angry senior brother, there are many other people. One side is headed by Han Yuan, the rabble behind him are all demon cultivators, the other side is headed by You Liang, and behind them are a large number of ordinary monks who gathered here at some point in time. .

Li Yun, Shuikeng, Nian Da and others were in the middle without embarrassment, floating in the sky.

Cheng Qian was certain that when the Demon Slaying Array was broken, there were not so many living monks here.

Could it be that they transferred the battle of the immortals and demons originally scheduled in the Taihang Mountains to here?

Chapter 87

When he saw the two of them, the water hole was like a child without a mother who had found his home. No matter what the two armies were facing each other, he jumped down without saying a word: "Senior Brother!"

She was dressed in bright red, and when she fell from the sky, the ends of her clothes seemed to be glowing with rays of light, as if a scorching fire fell from the sky, drawing everyone's attention to the two people who suddenly appeared.

Successfully blocked Cheng Qian's defense that he was about to speak.

Han Yuan sat cross-legged on a high place, originally closed his eyes carelessly, opened his eyes when he heard the sound, and swept his gaze sullenly over the surrounding demon cultivators who looked at the puddles with blue eyes, scaring them to the point of silence. Looking back, he met Yan Zhengming's gaze.

Yan Zhengming looked at him with a complicated look - Yan Zhengming has always been complicated to Han Yuan, and he has always been difficult to understand, but he has never really given up on him.

That can... After all, he is their most incompetent little junior brother.

The puddle whispered in his ear: "The day you broke the formation, you and your little brother were involved in the crack together, and the rest of them, the nasty people, just climbed out of the Demon Slaying Formation, and started to fight again, hitting each other. In the field, the damage was half and half, so I had to go to different places to adjust my breath, and then four... um, the spirit of the dragon attracted a lot of magic cultivators to gather here, and the little white-faced sword cultivator, I don't know who to tell After that, a large number of monks came from Taihang Mountain the next day, they have been fighting like this for several days, and they are about to start fighting."

She chattered a lot, her tone was cheerful, and she was not in a state to watch the excitement. After she finished speaking, she leaned over from Yan Zhengming's side to look at Cheng Qian, and asked, "Little Senior Brother, where have you two gone? "

Before Cheng Qian could answer, Yan Zhengming had already reached out and pulled the puddle away: "Don't talk to him, let him think about it."

Hearing the words, Shuikeng shook his head and sighed, glanced at Cheng Qian, and winked at him - why did you irritate him again?

Cheng Qian had no choice but to shake his head with a wry smile - ashamed.