Feiliu Sword Sect's palaces, pavilions, courtyards and houses are scattered all over the mountains and down the mountains, and between the four mountain tops.
Most of these places are not occupied by people every day. For example, there is a plum forest villa at the foot of the mountain, which is used to entertain distinguished guests to enjoy the scenery, and a hot spring villa on the mountain, where friends gather to bathe in winter.
There is a sword sacrificial pond in the valley, which is used to call on disciples to pour medicinal elixir powder, medicinal powder and medicinal soup into the water of the pond every New Year, and together they can sacrifice the sword and purify themselves. Sword energy.
However, even in these uninhabited places, there are still long swords scattered, sinking at the bottom of the pool, standing by the road, or stabbed on the plum tree.
In the retreat hall, when Liu Zhaoheng was angry, there was a loud thunder and thunder in the sky.
It was a sunny day, but the sound of thunder made many people feel anxious. When they opened the door and looked, they saw vague clouds rolling in, and it seemed like rain was falling.
But they soon discovered that in addition to the aftertaste of thunder, there was also the sound of swords echoing in their ears.
The swords in their hands, the swords on their waists, the swords on the wall, the swords on the shelves, the swords on the roadside, and the swords in the pool all felt inexplicably and trembled spontaneously.
The sharp edge of the sword often creates a silvery afterimage, making people deeply feel the anger conveyed by the master of the Feiliu Sword Sect from the sound of the sword.
The top figures in the true form realm can only destroy rocks and uproot trees with a single blow on the spot. Any further away, and the aftermath of their skills will decline significantly.
A strong person in the Mysterious Embryo Realm can influence the surrounding three or four miles with the power and aura of sitting in one place, and even cause the wind and rain, the mist to condense frost, or the living tree to wither, and the wet cloth to make a fire.
Within a few miles, the cold and heat are reversed, swamps and seas of fire are all done at will.
However, the four mountains of Feiliu Sword Sect cover a vast area, and the plum tree sword that is farthest from the master’s retreat place is about ten miles away, and it is also obviously affected by this kind of reaction.
Those knowledgeable disciples all know that the sect leader's sudden retreat has improved his sword skills and divine power.
But for such a good thing, I don’t know why he is angry.
The next moment, the disciples of Feiliu Sword Sect all saw a bright yellow glow flying high into the sky from between the palaces on the mountainside.
Liu Zhaoheng's temples are slightly frosted, his thick beard is waving, his yellow shirt is flying, his feet are on the long sword, the man and the sword are one, breaking through the clouds and mists in the mountains, and flying away in the air.
Although experts who have just entered the Xuantai realm, and even some masters who have reached the peak of the true form, can already walk in the air.
But this kind of walking in the air often does not leave the ground too far, because if something unexpected happens, you still have to touch the ground to increase the speed to the limit as soon as possible.
Liu Zhaoheng is different. He has been immersed in the Xuantai realm for many years, and the long sword forged by Hun Xing Earth Evil Bamboo has been with him for hundreds of years.
When he is flying with his sword, the changes in disguise, speed, and speed are all just like the natural trend of heaven and earth. He does not need to touch the ground at all to display the most agile posture.
Not long after, he had already flown hundreds of miles away, heading straight towards the place where Liu Zhicheng was in danger as detected by the secret technique.
In the cities, towns and villages on the earth, only a yellow light trace can be seen in the clouds, extending continuously.
Both the people in the mountains and the city were attracted by this novel scene. They called their friends and came out to watch the spectacle together.
On a barren mountain covered with snowflakes, a lazy middle-aged man with a black robe like ink, silver thread like a python, and an iron crown binding his hair also looked up from under the pavilion to watch the sword light.
"Soaring in the sky and breaking the wind, people are in the clouds. The light and color of the sword energy is still so pure. The profound artistic conception of the sword technique is also rare in the realm of Xuantai. It is worthy of a toast."
He squeezed his hands. The middle wine glass is filled with amber-like wine, and a toast is made from a distance.
Just as he raised his arm and swayed the wine glass, a layer of debris floated silently from the snow all over the mountain, dancing gently with the wind, giving the entire mountain forest a hazy beauty.
The clouds and mist in front of the mountain are also silently flowing into the sky in layers, like a beautiful tidal scene that is isolated from the sound of the waves.
The yellow sword light in the sky suddenly slowed down and landed straight down.
"Situ Yuntao!!"
Liu Zhaoheng stepped on the flying sword, hovering outside the cliff, his clothes were hunting, and his voice was like a loud bell.
"What's your purpose of stopping me here? Could it be that Zhicheng's danger has something to do with you?!"
Situ Yuntao smiled and said: "Sect Master Liu is overly concerned, I'm just I am here to borrow something from the Feiliu Sword Sect, so I would like to invite the sect master to sit in the pavilion for a while and have a drink with me so that we can talk in detail.”
“Borrowing something?”
Liu Zhaoheng lowered his eyes and flashed slightly.
The mountaintop in front of me is deserted for dozens of miles. There are no mountain roads and no temples. There is only this pavilion, standing alone here.
And this pavilion is actually made entirely of colored glaze. The foundation of the pavilion is made of dark colored glaze. The four pillars are like red jade, and the railings on all sides are crystal clear and ruddy.
The glazed tiles on the top of the pavilion are as beautiful as gold and transparent as crystal.
"If you want to borrow something, why don't you come directly to my sect? It would be too childish for me, Situ, to burn earth with bare hands and make a pavilion on this barren mountain."< br>
Liu Zhaoheng's face became even colder, "Unless you knew in advance that I was leaving the sect."
"In the past few years, your subordinates have also come to our sect to give gifts several times. I Although I accepted everything according to the order, I still followed my promise and did not feel sorry for them."
"No matter who it is, it will be with the Situ family. I will never stand on either side of their fight. This is my position that has been proven for hundreds of years. Why do you bother to set up such a situation? "
Liu Zhaoheng's voice, in front of you. Each sentence became more serious than the next, but when he said this, he suddenly became calm again, his speech slowed down, and his hands were clasped behind his waist.
“Or do you think that by capturing a disciple who is very dear to me, you can not only ensure that I will not interfere, but also blackmail me into being your pawn and lend my entire sect’s power to serve you successively?”
Situ Yuntao shook his head and drank all the wine in the glass.
“To be honest with the sect master, although I was indeed prepared to take action against them, among the several plans, none of them was the one that started with the Feiliu Sword Sect first.”
< br>Situ Yuntao said with emotion, "It's really a coincidence that the two of us will meet here today. "
"Your people went to a place they shouldn't have gone to, and there happened to be a person who made progress so fast that even I couldn't imagine. He captured many secrets in one fell swoop and let me know the ruins of the Xilu Sword Tomb. "
"I have no choice but to change these plans."
Situ Yuntao smiled, "However, the effect may be better than originally thought."
Liu Zhaoheng felt something was wrong in his heart.
The Situ family is not without opponents. Long before Situ Yuntao emerged, they had several waves of old enemies, but they always fought without defeat.
Xuantai masters are very valuable. Those who can compete with the Situ family in the officialdom of the county can always find a background and a way out for themselves.
Therefore, the defeated party will at most lose its local power base and lose its subordinates, and it will most likely be relocated elsewhere.
This was the underlying rule in the officialdom of the entire Chu Dynasty.
Although Liu Zhaoheng was not a member of the officialdom, it was because of the existence of this rule that he was able to remain silent and let the Feiliu Sword Sect take care of themselves.
He originally thought that Situ Yuntao would use some tricks today to tie them Feiliu Jianzong to the ship of the county lieutenant, but he still followed the routine to increase his chances of winning.
But Situ Yuntao's tone is intriguing, revealing great ambition behind it.
“What exactly do you want to do?”
Liu Zhaoheng's mind was racing, and his tone became cautious, "The Situ family's connections elsewhere are no worse than yours. If you really want to accomplish something, you can only rely on your own local power."
"But what confidence do you have against the ancestor of the Situ family? Do you..."
Liu Zhaoheng felt a slight chill in his heart when he thought of that possibility.
"Zhicheng was not in danger and was captured by your people, but he is already dead, at the hands of the person you said was beyond expectation."
"Then "You didn't come here to blackmail me or win me over. What do you want to borrow?"
Situ Yuntao raised his eyebrows and smiled, and was about to answer when he saw a bright yellow light flash past the cliff, suddenly turned into a rainbow and flew away.
This flight is like a reflection in the dew, broken and destroyed.
But the sunshine in the dewdrop dream shines from the illusory dream into reality.
The entire ray of light is full of a sense of dream, so dust will not be a resistance to this ray of light, and mountains and rivers will not be able to stop his future.
It was too late to stop it, and I didn’t know how to stop it.
The Thousand Suns Piercing Dew Sword Technique has indeed been developed to its extreme in Liu Zhaoheng's hands.
However, as soon as his body flew away, he felt that the thousands of layers of mountain shadows around him were crowding towards him and spinning at extremely fast speeds.
Big mountains and hills, steep peaks and cliffs, black forest stone gorges, and strange green pines and rocks.
Hundreds of different mountain top features flowed around him like a revolving lantern. The sky was arched by these mountains, leaving only a small patch in the middle, and the clear sun disappeared.
Liu Zhaoheng was just a little surprised when he found that all the scenes had frozen in place again.
The difference is that the barren mountain pavilion that he originally left far behind now appears in front of him.
He is flying towards the pavilion.
Turn the five senses and six consciousnesses upside down, and reverse chaos in all directions.
It is indeed the power of the soul!
Any master who has access to the vitality of heaven and earth can hardly be fooled by illusions.
Because the vitality of heaven and earth is vast and indescribable, changes that even you can't imagine are happening all the time.
If you encounter an illusion, as long as you feel the vitality of heaven and earth a little, you will find the incongruity.
But the masters who have condensed the martial arts spirit are different. What they interfere with is other people's senses of time and space.
In this illusion created by the soul, all changes in the vitality of heaven and earth will still be reflected truthfully on the victim.
However, those who are caught in the attack will be unable to draw normal strength from it due to the disorder of their own rhythm. Even their direction of movement will be unknowingly interfered with and manipulated.
The reason why those who have become the soul of martial arts is called the realm of the gods.
It is because the place where such a master is located is like a god opening a palace, bringing the surrounding natural mountains, rivers, plants and trees, and all kinds of mundane things under his control.
Situ Yuntao sat in the pavilion, opened his palms, and the glass wine cup on his palms bloomed like a budding flower.
Although it is made of glass, it is as tender as a real flower. It blooms with bright red color and moves towards Liu Zhaoheng automatically without wind.
Situ Yuntao didn't move his hands, only his eyes moved.
His eyes followed the glazed lotus, as if he was using the power of his eyes to push the lotus forward.
His eyes were as deep as smoke, and there was the sea beneath the smoke.
Sea of fire! !
Liu Zhaoheng’s eyes could not help but focus on the lotus flower, and he could see the sea across the flower.
He had seen this move before, because he once competed with Situ Yuntao, and knew that this move was exactly the "Red Lotus Emerging from the Ground, Connecting to the Three Saints" in the "Earth Fire Roar Holy Scripture".
When Situ Yuntao used this move, he made fist seals with his hands and trampled on the earth. He specially collected a type of earth fire energy from the energy of heaven and earth, and circulated Qi Yuan, Jing Yuan, and Shen Yuan, allowing him to The three powers of oneself manifest respectively as Taoist, divine general and traveler.
Then they gathered together in one punch to create the image of a red lotus blooming and the Three Saints flying into the sky.
With a radius of five or six miles, one can feel the red light of the earth, the rolling heat waves, and the pores all over the body, as if they are about to soar together with the three saints' shadows.
Unexpectedly, today, Situ Yuntao only used a glass wine glass to perform the killing move that he used to roar into the sky and use all his strength.
Obviously, there was so much energy of earth and fire gathered on the small wine glass, but the environment around the barren mountain did not show any obvious changes.
The thin snowflakes outside the pavilion show no signs of melting.
Liu Zhaoheng seemed to have no choice but to fall towards the lotus, but he did not point out the sword finger like a sword.
As steady as dusk, the mountains at the end of the field of vision are thick enough to isolate the setting sun from the world.
And with his finger, more than a hundred finger-length sword-shaped lights suddenly appeared on his body.
Regardless of whether they were willing or unwilling, these more than a hundred sword spirits were swept away by his mountain-colored sword intent and blended into this finger.
When these sword spirits first broke out of the sword grave ruins, they were even enough to stop Liu Zhaoheng and force him to retreat into seclusion and surrender.
At this moment, all the sword spirits were used by him. The power of this finger was able to break the illusion created by the soul, causing all the surrounding mountain shadows to return to normal and stay away.
The world in front of the pavilion suddenly opened up, which further enhanced the momentum of the sword-mountain-colored skylight.
Ding! ! !
The glazed lotus flower shattered into pieces, and more than a hundred sword spirits swished and swished, all flying out from Liu Zhaoheng's sword fingers.
"After all, it's just my first time entering the realm of the gods. It's fine if you want to defeat me, but I don't believe you can keep me."
Having defeated his opponent's unique move, Liu Zhaoheng's mind changed. Great spirits.
The sword light under his feet suddenly went straight to the ground, easier than cutting through tofu, and penetrated directly into the depths of the mountain like passing through smoke.
Above his head, a ray of light flew to the sky, and it could be vaguely seen as a drop of water.
That is his mysterious fetus, the Heavenly Essence!
The clouds in the sky surged joyfully, forming a funnel-shaped brilliance that gathered into that small drop of water.
The thick and moist vitality in the mountain suddenly converged and poured into the sword made from the mixed star earth evil bamboo.
Xuantai and the natal sword are both part of Liu Zhaoheng’s existence.
These powers had just poured into the two things, which was equivalent to already pouring into his body.
This is the true foundation of Liu Zhaoheng. It is the fragment that the owner of the cave directly copied from the supreme secret code "Drip Tianmui" of the Xilu Sword Sect.
Internal strength, vitality, swordsmanship and divine will are all the realms represented by these three words.
Learning about mountains, water, and skylight, to capture the essence of heaven and earth!
Liu Zhaoheng's skin texture, including his eyebrows, hair, and every pore, emits a bright yellow light full of vitality, and his figure moves in the sky.
The sword's finger seemed to be piercing Situ Yuntao, but in fact the sword was crushing towards the pavilion.
He had already seen that when Situ Yuntao was firing the pavilion, he exuded the aura of his own soul and enveloped the landscape.
It doesn’t matter whether the sword finger can stab Situ Yuntao or not.
As long as the pavilion is destroyed first, the influence of Situ Yuntao's spiritual aura on this landscape can be completely eliminated, and enough opportunities can be gained to escape.
Situ Yuntao's eyes still followed the trajectory of the lotus flying forward, and even the speed did not change.
Until this moment, he happened to move to the point where he looked directly into Liu Zhaoheng’s eyes.
Liu Zhaoheng was shocked, and his body suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Although the lotus was destroyed, the true meaning of earth fire that Situ Yuntao placed on the lotus, heating the earth and leading all things to revive, was not destroyed.
The heaven and earth are vast and transformed, and the earth and fire are stable and orderly.
Situ Yuntao's true meaning of earth fire is so steadily stacked to the extreme, and the order is not chaotic.
Liu Zhaoheng destroyed the shape of the lotus and the energy of the lotus. He thought he had defeated this unique move, but he never expected that now was the time for him to really face this unique attack.
Red light poured into Liu Zhaoheng's mind from his eyes.
It is as if there is a red lotus blooming quietly in the darkness, and there are nine lions in the lotus, with fluffy manes rising up, gradually waking up from laziness, cheering up, and roaring.
"So this is the soul..."
After this roar, Liu Zhaoheng's consciousness was shattered into pieces, plunged into permanent darkness, and completely destroyed.
Situ Yuntao withdrew his gaze and raised his hand. A faint cloud of air held up the body, and he grasped it out of thin air with his other hand.
Xuantai was caught by him and punched into his body. The long sword was caught by him and he whined and stood still.
The sword spirit was also captured in his palm.
Seeing Liu Zhaoheng's first move, Situ Yuntao had already used his full strength.
In comparison, the remaining sword spirits and the sword "Yunxia Ling" only require him to use less than half of his strength.
"This pavilion is indeed my new creation, just to bury you, my old friend."
Situ Yuntao exhaled, looked around at the wild scenery of the mountains, strode out of the pavilion, waved his sleeves, and the entire pavilion was wiped out.
Liu Zhaoheng's body, sword, and sword spirit all flew high into the sky with him and disappeared.
Snowflakes from the mountains gradually drifted in and covered this open space, just like in the past.
What has happened is hidden under these ordinary appearances, brewing great changes.
(End of this chapter)