Sword of Coming

The old scholar stood on a huge rock on the top of the mountain, his sleeves fluttering in the mountain wind and making a hunting sound.

At this time, the white-haired old man standing tall in the wind, how can he still feel a little bit shabby?

The old scholar looked eight hundred miles away, and the light that suddenly lit up, even from such a long distance, still made the old man feel a little dazzling. The old man nodded slightly and said: "After so many years, although the sword is better than the rumors, , it is much duller, but the vigor contained in it has not weakened much. It is amazing, it is really amazing. After thousands of years and the vicissitudes of life, I can still possess such a weight of energy and spirit. But..."

The old scholar quickly smiled and said: "I will rely on this mountain to help you retreat. Fighting is something that can only be fought as little as possible. It will hurt the harmony."

The mountain at the old man's feet, which he had imagined and painted, could not be more famous.

The Middle Earth Divine Continent, which has the largest territory among the nine continents, has a large mountain called Suishan. The mountain is so majestic that it can be said to reach the sky. On the top of the mountain, there is a handwritten inscription by the most holy master, "The only one in the world." "Ancestor", there are "Gang Feng Xu Lai" left by Tao Zu's first disciple, and there are four characters "Only I Wudang" carved with the finger of a military sage.

There are more than 180 stone carvings of emperors from all continents and dynasties who came here to pray to heaven. They are all in cursive, seal and regular script. These mysterious words and cliffs have been carved from the top of Suishan Mountain. The rooftop platform extends down to the mountainside, and places of interest can be seen almost everywhere.

The old scholar looked at the bright sword light and was a little surprised. He had seen Chen Ping'an's sword-holding gesture when he first appeared at the entrance of the old well before. It was really unsightly. Even for someone who was not particular about martial arts like the old scholar, I can't even stand it. But at this moment, seeing the young man holding the sword horizontally in front of him, the old man had only one feeling.

stable.

The young man's hand holding the sword was very steady, and his mind was very calm and steady, so his whole soul and spirit were more stable.

After the tall woman poured all her sword power into the "Old Sword Bar", the next moment, with an even more ethereal figure and mysterious aura, she appeared directly in the heart of the young Chen Pingan, with golden eyes and bare feet, serving as her toes. Touching it gently on the lake surface, ripples appeared, and the young man began to express his thoughts.

Her warm voice resounded through the young man's heart, "Don't rush to take action, first get used to the feeling of a ten-level Qi practitioner."

"The so-called swordsmanship moves are only of a few types, and there are not many tricks that can be changed. This is the difference between the Jianghu in later generations and the immortal family on the mountain. Qi practitioners practice Qi, nourish and refine it into one, and the sword spirit bred out of it has a thousand Tens of millions, some are deep and some are shallow, some are high and some are low. If others are like wells and streams, you are like the lakes and rivers, and you are naturally a thousand times better than others."

"The length of the sword energy depends on the development of the physical Qi palace. The more holes in the Qi palace are opened, the deeper the potential is tapped. Others only have an inferior blessed land, but you have all the cave heaven blessed lands. The difference between the two is huge. ! Meridians are like roads, the stronger they are, the wider they are. Others are like a single-plank bridge and a narrow road, but you are like the great road to the sky. How can I compete with you?"

She looked around and saw the young man's state of mind, with a smile on her face and said softly: "Do you understand?"

The young man was having a hard time adapting to the feeling of cultivation in the ten realms, and the airflow around his body was so turbulent that he couldn't even open his eyes, let alone speak. Fortunately, she told him that he only needed to recite silently in his heart. The young man told her honestly, "I understand, but I don't know how to do it."

She was not surprised at all and burst out laughing.

Chen Ping'an didn't know what was going on, and continued to try his best to adapt to himself as a ten-level qigong practitioner.

That weird feeling, I can't explain it.

Just like a hungry person, his stomach is suddenly filled with big fish and meat, leaving no gaps at all, and all the Qi palaces are stretched open.

The vitality energy that originally seemed like a swimming fire dragon suddenly transformed from the size of a needle and thread, as if it had grown into the size of an exaggerated loach. It swam rapidly through the meridians of the body, rushing unimpeded, and constantly enveloping various Qi along the way. The Qi in Fuqiao acupoint is snowballing, and his posture feels like he won't stop until he turns into a veritable dragon.

The body is as clear as glass, and the meridians of the trunk stretch and relax like golden branches and jade leaves.

The true energy is pure and untainted, returning to its original nature, long-term vision and long-lasting life.

One by one, Lin Shouyi's statements came to Chen Ping'an's mind.

Above the heart lake, she whispered: "It's not even interesting. Sword cultivator is not an ordinary Qi practitioner after all."

Then she raised her head and looked into the distance. Through Chen Ping'an's alchemy room, she looked directly at the boulder on the top of the mountain and asked with a smile: "What do you think? Otherwise, why don't you shamelessly move out of this place?" If Suishan comes to defend the enemy, it would be too much to win without using force."

"As long as you are convinced that you lose."

The old scholar understood the idea, laughed heartily, hesitated for a moment, and narrowed his eyes slightly. His eyes wandered over the entire mountain, and finally his eyes focused on a cliff, on which there was a strange "" written by the ancient sword immortal with abundant sword energy. "Copybook" is exactly the "Flying Sword Poster" that attracted countless swordsmen to watch and practice in the Divine Continent of Middle-earth, and even built a hut under the cliff to learn the art of swordsmanship.

"Just take it. How much you can take depends on your ability. Zuo Xiaozi was like you at the time and had not yet formally learned the sword. He accidentally climbed a mountain and looked at the characters on the cliff. At this glance, he caught six characters. The talent of practicing swordsmanship No matter what your qualifications are, you will get immediate results. In sword cultivation, geniuses emerge in large numbers, but geniuses also come in different sizes. In five words, you will definitely become a land swordsman. Chen Ping'an, let's see how you are!"

I saw the old man waving his sleeves, and the seven simple characters on the cliff flew out of the cliff and flew towards Chen Pingan, who was eight hundred miles away. In an instant, they were next to Chen Pingan, and they had turned into palm-sized ancient seal characters with brilliant golden light. Shining, each word quickly revolved around Chen Ping'an.

But in the end, he didn't even want to get close to Chen Ping'an. The distance became farther and farther away, and finally he simply turned around and flew back.

When the old scholar saw this scene, he was embarrassed and guilty, and murmured: "It's self-defeating, Xiao Ping'an, I'm sorry. How could I have imagined that these words are so disrespectful..."

The woman who stepped on Chen Ping'an's heart snorted coldly.

The old scholar laughed and said: "It's tricky, it's really tricky. What should I do? It doesn't matter. I'll try a more trouble-free method. It's not difficult for me. I have an old friendship with the God of Suishan Mountain. I know very well what kind of family background he has. If it doesn't work, I will..."

"I'm not surprised that those seven words look down on me."

At this moment, Chen Pingan opened his eyes and stopped talking to the tall woman from his heart. Instead, he said directly, "And actually I don't want them either, really!"

She was shocked.

The young man increased his strength, held the long sword in his hand, and said slowly: "When I was practicing boxing, I always had the feeling that until the end of practice, the punch would be very fast, even the fastest. Now that you are by my side, I think it’s enough, no words are needed at all, the next sword will be very fast! Believe me, it will be very fast!”

The woman nodded.

The old scholar was also stunned and said: "This tone is really like Xiao Qi when he was a boy."

There was a smile in the old man's eyes, but he deliberately raised his voice and snorted: "I want to see if this sword can make your boy's tenth realm cultivation reach the eleventh realm or the twelve realms! Chen Ping'an , don’t hold back. In the end, you will only show the strength of the seventh or eighth realm. Come on, come on, if this sword is not handed out, the day lily will be cold!"

After the old man finished teasing the young man, he sat cross-legged and murmured: "A poet has a saying, it takes ten years to sharpen a sword, but the frost blade has not been tested. Today I will show you that no one has any injustice. But there are so many injustices in the world, and the sword But there’s only one handful.”

The old scholar smiled cheerfully, no longer feeling sad about spring and autumn, and gloated: "Besides, it takes others ten years to sharpen a sword, but Chen Ping'an, the sword in your hand takes ten thousand years."

Chen Pingan and the tall woman almost said in a deep voice: "Let's go!"

Chen Pingan began to run forward.

The young man actually dragged his sword away.

The old scholar who took all this into consideration just smiled and shook his head.

The young man ran forward with his head held high.

The young man jumped up high and slashed down with his sword.

Everything was silent.

There is no amazing sword light that illuminates the world, and there is no sword energy that penetrates the rainbow.

But at this moment, on the boulder on the top of the mountain, the old man who originally sat facing south turned sideways.

On the surface of the Heart Lake, the woman suddenly fell to the bottom of the lake. She closed her eyes and said slowly: "Ten thousand years."

At the same time, next to the well of Qiulu Inn, Li Baoping, who had been studying the scroll, suddenly widened his eyes and shouted in surprise: "Why did the scroll suddenly have a crack?"