Chapter 326 The sword is perfected, and the duel is like snow (two-in-one)
Many thoughts gathered together, and the image of watching Lin Qingying practice swordplay during these days appeared in Li Hao's mind.
That graceful figure dances in my mind.
Li Hao's mind completely calmed down, and his eyes became focused and solemn.
The small flaws I saw during those periods of sword practice were integrated into my heart at this moment, and they were also gathered into the tip of my pen from my heart.
He studied the ink, picked up the pen, and dropped the ink on the paper. A beautiful woman appeared on the white paper and danced gracefully.
His sword posture is like a god, his eyes are like a clear lake, and his whole body contains the most gentle swordsmanship.
Under Li Hao's pen and ink, the sword's meaning is more pure and soft, like a puddle of clear water or like swaying raindrops.
The meaning of the sword is like cotton, the edge of the sword is like a line, and the posture is like a rippling wave. The offensive changes are invisible, impossible to spy on, and impossible to figure out!
As the first painting ended, Li Hao took off the paper and hung it in the air, followed by the second and third paintings.
It took a total of three hours to complete three paintings in succession.
With the completion of three paintings, Li Hao's painting experience has also increased to a total of 70,000 experience points, which is much closer to the one million experience mark.
Returning from the intoxicated thoughts, Li Hao looked at the woman who was still sitting cross-legged and enlightening the sword in the courtyard, put the three paintings in her hand in front of her, and said:
"These are three paintings for you. You can take a look at the painting.”
After saying that, he stood up, put away his drawing board and ink, and returned to his small courtyard.
Lin Qingying opened her eyes and looked at the three scrolls floating in front of her. Her eyes fell on the first painting. When she saw the woman dancing on the white paper, she felt her heart tremble.
When the eyes are focused above, the woman in front of her seems to have descended from the painting into reality. She is swinging a sword gracefully in front of her eyes, with a round posture, and a light and soft beauty in every move of the sword.
She suddenly remembered that she had practiced like this before, but that was half a month ago.
And the posture I practiced at that time seemed not as perfect as the one in this painting.
Lin Qingying was stunned, her thoughts were drawn by the sword intention in the painting, and she was immersed in it.
After finishing practicing the swordsmanship in the painting, Lin Qingying suddenly felt a sense of understanding. She realized where her flaws were.
She was a little shocked that the other party could actually see the flaws in her sword intention and draw them out!
And there are three paintings?
Lin Qingying's eyes moved, and she refrained from practicing immediately, but continued to watch the second picture.
The graceful sword-practicing posture in the second painting was from a week ago.
Lin Qingying stared at it carefully for a long time before she understood and absorbed it. Her expression became complicated. This second painting also complemented her sword intention.
Her eyes fell on the third painting. Besides her, there was a vague figure on it. Lin Qingying recognized it at a glance. This was the scene of the previous battle with the Dragon-Slaying Son.
At this moment, the battle seemed to be replaying before his eyes.
But this time, the woman in the painting used her sword very decisively. When the opponent exploded with the appearance of heaven and earth, she just wiped out his appearance and defeated his true form with just one sword move, making no sound!
So soft!
What is softness? Soft as water, as soft as air, so soft that it can be everywhere!
The sword's intention is endless, scattered in all things, and condensed from all things!
Lin Qingying's eyes showed a trance, and for a moment, the blood all over her body seemed to boil and burn, and she felt an uncontrollable excitement.
This is the perfect and soft sword intention, the great sword intention!
She quickly turned her head to look at Li Hao, but saw that he was no longer in the place where he usually sat.
Lin Qingying suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, as if time had passed and could not be captured.
This feeling made Lin Qingying lose her mind for a moment, but soon her thoughts dispersed and she found that in Li Hao's small courtyard, he was sitting in the courtyard carving, as usual.
Lin Qingying's tense heartstrings quietly relaxed again at this moment.
She stared deeply, and at this moment, she had already faintly realized that the Qingfeng she had picked up was anything but simple.
Lin Qingying withdrew her thoughts and carefully put away the three scrolls in front of her. This time she was extra serious, rolled up the scrolls, and put them into the space of heaven and earth.
Of the three paintings, two were of her daily sword practice. Lin Qingying bit her lower lip slightly and her eyes flickered, but soon her thoughts focused on her sword.
The Dacheng Sword Intent appeared in her mind, and the sword in her hand began to dance again.
As a saint-level prodigy, she has extremely high talent in swordsmanship. Now that she has been given some tips, she has mastered it very quickly.
Moreover, the drawing points are easier to understand than the master's teachings, which is equivalent to a step-by-step teaching.
In the courtyard, the sword intention rises like the wind and stops like the wind.
The weeds are floating, the fallen leaves are rolling, and maybe it’s not just the sword that is blowing in the wind...
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The decisive battle for the top 16 begins.
The seats outside the venue were still packed. All the outer disciples rushed to the venue in advance, and the tens of thousands of inner disciples were also sitting quietly in the audience. They had all finished their battles and obtained their final rankings. This contest also had many differences. Gain less.
Now, the battle between the sixteen strongest geniuses in the Sword Ancestor Holy Land will definitely bring about a luxurious and ultimate swordsmanship feast.
The battles at the Saint Son level are basically in the Five Extremes realm, so when the extreme realms are the same, the comparison is between Dao domain and swordsmanship.
Li Hao followed Lin Shanhai and other alchemists to the floating seat. The battle between the top 16 had not yet begun, but the atmosphere was already extremely heated.
Li Hao looked at Lin Qingying, who was standing quietly on the holy platform, and saw his still eyes, knowing that his picture scroll had been absorbed by him.
"Today was a tough battle. I hope Qingying's luck won't be too bad and he won't encounter those troublesome guys right away."
Shi Huajin looked worried.
Because of Lin Shanhai's relationship, they all preferred Lin Qingying to win.
But the first place is suppressed by Holy Son Haoyue. If you want to win the first place, you must cross this high mountain.
The rest of the rankings are more promising and more intense.
"As long as you rank among the top ten, you will get the incense of a hundred cities; if you get first place, you will get the incense of a country!"
Lin Shanhai had a look of worry in his eyes, incense was the key to becoming a saint, and this competition must be fierce.
Moreover, this incense is not a one-time reward, but will also be enshrined in the rewarded area!
On the holy platform, more than a dozen saints and saints stood quietly, all with extraordinary grace and unique temperament. They seemed to be together, but they all seemed to be independent.
The Dragon-Slaying Holy Son looked at Lin Qingying with a fighting spirit in his eyes. He had been defeated before, but today he wanted to meet the opponent again and have a good fight.
Soon, with the arrival of the Sword Master, the Law of Chaos involved everyone's tokens and arranged them in disorder.
Everyone's opponents were quickly matched.
"Um?"
When Qiu Wuhen saw that his opponent was actually Holy Son Haoyue, he frowned slightly, but soon returned to normal.
Others also noticed that Qiu Wuhen was unlucky and got the Holy Son of Haoyue.
This also made many people secretly relieved. Although they did not think that they would definitely lose to the opponent, if they met in the finals, they could fight to their heart's content, but they did not want to meet them early.
At the same time, Saint Son of Dragon Slayer also saw that his opponent was not Lin Qingying, but another Saint Son of Purple Yang, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Lin Qingying also looked up and saw that her opponent was actually the sword master himself.
Her eyes flickered slightly and she turned to look. At the same time, another woman in snow clothes also looked towards her. Two pairs of beautiful eyes looked at each other and then looked back.
"Disciple, Holy Son Haoyue's Sun and Moon Sword Technique is more restrained against you. Please be careful and reserve your strength to fight again later."
In Qiu Wuhen's mind, his master's voice came.
Qiu Wuhen was slightly silent and did not respond. Give in? But he wanted to try.
Perhaps in an extreme dilemma, one can gain insight into the shortcomings of the sword's will and enter the Tao more quickly.
Soon, the first battle began.
There is only one battlefield arena today, not three arenas starting at the same time, which also makes the entire audience focus on one place.
The first battle was between Holy Son Haoyue and Qiu Wuhen.
Li Hao saw that this fishing friend actually got the Holy Son of Haoyue, and couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.
He also saw the swordsmanship of Holy Son Haoyue yesterday. It was indeed very strong. It was obviously a step better than what the other saints showed. It had already been accomplished, and it was an extremely strong sword intent!
Of course, unless others are hiding their clumsiness, judging from the current situation, based on sword intent alone, the other party should be number one.
On the field, Holy Son Haoyue and Qiu Wuhen both landed in it.
"A sword with thousands of threads is nothing but a drizzle in front of the sun, moon, heaven and earth. Your sword is restrained by me. You are no match for me. Just admit defeat."
Holy Son Haoyue stood with his hands behind his back, but his expression was calm and calm, as if he was recounting a fact without any arrogance.
Qiu Wuhen's expression was not too troubled, and he just said calmly:
"A drop of water can penetrate a stone, a drizzle can cover the sky and the earth, the sun and the moon, and a spring curtain can cover all things. How can you know which one is strong and which one is weak if you don't try?"
"Do you want to practice my sword power? I'm afraid you won't have the chance."
There was a hint of coldness in the eyes of Holy Son Haoyue. He immediately understood the other person's thoughts and wanted to use him as a sharpening stone. How could this be possible?
As the magic circle condenses, it also indicates that the battle has begun.
On the holy platform, Lin Qingying and many other saints were also watching.
On the battlefield, Qiu Wuhen did not rely solely on swordsmanship to win as before, but instead directly inspired the ultimate power.
Its whole body exudes golden light, and the extreme level of divine power greatly increases the strength of its physical body, which greatly increases its physical resistance and healing capabilities.
The veins of heaven and earth extend like a whirlpool, gathering forces from all directions and quickly pushing their state to the peak.
The soul is hidden in the body and becomes one with the body, which can help him detect subtle attacks.
This extremely difficult state of cultivation has already been reached for the Holy Son, who has endless resources and extremely talented people.
"Finally pushed him to his limit."
In the audience, Luo Cheng, who was defeated by Qiu Wuhen yesterday, smiled bitterly, but his eyes became serious, wanting to see the opponent's ultimate power.
On the other side, an old man among the six half-saints sighed secretly, knowing that his disciple was being more serious this time.
He secretly smiled bitterly, and he also knew the other party's temper. He seemed to be indifferent on weekdays, but in fact he was very stubborn in his heart.
Holy Son Haoyue felt the power of the other party's extreme state, but his eyes remained indifferent, but golden light gradually appeared all over his body, and he only displayed the extreme state of divine power.
Whoosh!
Qiu Wuhen was the first to take action, and his body suddenly teleported away. It was Guixu teleportation.
When he faced Luo Cheng before, he did not use this method and only relied on his sword to capture and defeat him. But now he used Guixu and took the initiative to attack.
Holy Son Haoyue turned his eyes, and the gold-rimmed color in his pupils made him seem to be able to glimpse some traces. The sword light in his hand suddenly flicked out, and Qiu Wuhen, who had just emerged from the teleportation of Return to Ruins, seemed to take the initiative to face the opponent's face. The sword light greeted him.
Qiu Wuhen's body suddenly retreated. This attack was not a real attack, but a test.
"The divine eyes of the sun and moon can spy on Guixu!"
Qiu Wuhen's eyes were solemn. He was born with strange eyes. As expected, he could spy on Guixu's movements as rumored!
Legend has it that these are a pair of divine eyes, which are formed by the saint's condensation of the ultimate way of the Tao, and contain the ultimate principles of the holy way. The other party has such divine eyes, and can spy on the ruins, so it can be understood.
Guixu was useless, and Qiu Wuhen had no intention of using it to attack again. He pulled out the sword from his waist. The sword was stained with rust, but at this moment, the rust was shaken off.
This rust is not iron rust, but blood rust!
The blood stained on it has dried up. At this moment, as the blood and rust fall off, a bright sword light like autumn water emerges.
"The sword passes without a trace!"
Qiu Wuhen suddenly took action, which was directly one of his special skills! The sword in his hand seemed to turn into the autumn wind. As he swung it, the sword energy suddenly disappeared, and the void was split open.
"Everywhere the sun and moon shine, there are traces. Your sword is also a trail!"
The Holy Son of Haoyue stood in the air, with cold eyes, looking down at Qiu Wuhen in front of him. The moment he swung his sword, his whole body's Dao realm expanded. Forty-nine levels of Dao realms were layered on top of each other. There seemed to be yin and yang, the sun and the moon rotating inside. That traceless sword energy actually emerged within its realm and was frozen!
“Forty-nine levels of Dao realm!!”
"Oh my god, am I wrong?"
All the outer disciples in the audience were shocked and excited.
On the holy platform, many saints also stared slightly.
Among the crowd, Jiang Yingyue, who had already lost to the top sixteen, moved her eyes slightly and looked towards a floating seat somewhere. When she saw the young man sitting calmly, her eyes flashed.
The age of the other party is not known, so the number of realms is not comparable.
It is said that some Taoist realms in the Holy Land that have lived for thousands of years have condensed into dozens or even nearly a hundred Taoist realms. Those were once saints, but later they were not destined to become saints, so they could only develop horizontally. , delve into the realm of Taoism.
The old saint son who has been practicing for thousands of years is extremely powerful.
Bang!
Under the suppression of Daoyu, the silent and traceless sword energy not only prevailed, but was also shattered.
Holy Son Haoyue looked indifferent, and then he drew out the sword in his hand, and suddenly slashed the moon with one sword!
The sword light was like a crescent moon, silvery white and bright. It was exactly the sword skill used to defeat another Holy Son with one sword yesterday.
Qiu Wuhen's eyes were solemn and he wanted to dodge, but found that the sword light was locked on him.
Return to the ruins!
He quickly moved away, but the sword light actually followed him and was not blocked by Guixu.
Qiu Wuhen immediately understood that the sword light moved according to the will of Holy Son Haoyue, and the opponent's sun and moon divine eyes could see his movements. As long as he could not escape from the opponent's divine eyes, he could not escape from the opponent's sword energy!
No wonder the opponent was able to defeat the Holy Son with one sword yesterday!
This is a sword that is sure to hit!
Since you can’t avoid it, break it! !
Qiu Wuhen's eyes showed fighting intent, and he suddenly waved his sword light. The sword intent was like silk, layered on top of each other, and seemed to turn into a great net of heaven and earth in front of his eyes, covering and imprisoning the entire space.
With a bang, the crescent moon came in turns, seemingly indestructible, and his sword web was split instantly.
But the layers of sword intent gradually slowed down the sword energy. However, the next moment, the sword energy suddenly disappeared.
Qiu Wuhen's pupils shrank, and his body moved hurriedly, but a tearing force still appeared on his chest, and with a bang, his body flew backwards.
Blood spattered, and Qiu Wuhen felt that all the bones in his chest were cut off. He quickly used his immortal power to heal quickly.
Fortunately, he is in a state of divine power and has amazing self-healing power, otherwise this sword might take half of his life!
The opponent teleported to Guixu and used his sword energy.
Qiu Wuhen raised his head, but his eyes were cold. He also knew this method, but the opponent had the Sun and Moon Divine Eye, which was equivalent to destroying his Guixu Extreme Realm. Although he himself could capture the Guixu Extreme Realm, he could not capture it. You can only barely discern it. If the opponent moves too fast, he will still be hit.
Moreover, all his sword intent was cut off, and he lost the means to capture the traces of Guixu.
There was a bit of silence outside the court at the moment.
Yesterday, Holy Son Haoyue defeated another Holy Son with one sword. Today, Holy Son Wuhen was severely injured with another sword.
Everyone could see that if the opponent took the opportunity to attack, Qiu Wuhen would be in great danger.
"The trail is the trail, how dare you compete with the sun and the moon?"
Haoyue's eyes were cold, as if he was stating the facts. When he said this, his own sword intention was also perfected.
While constantly defeating the small paths, he can also build his invincible Dao Heart and perfect his own Dao.
Qiu Wuhen struck the ground with his sword and stood up. His eyes became sharp and the sword in his hand burst out with dazzling light.
"Jian Wuying!"
Suddenly, he drew his sword again, and when he raised his hand, he had already struck it in advance.
Whoosh!
The sword light traveled through the void, suddenly appeared in front of Holy Son Haoyue, and actually passed through his forty-ninth realm!
Everyone's eyes were still on the sword in Qiu Wuhen's hand, but his sword energy had already been released.
With a pop, Holy Son Haoyue tilted his head slightly, and a slight scratch appeared on his cheek, but the wound had healed before the blood flowed out.
His eyes became cold, and this sword actually hurt him.
"Mingyue!"
He slowly raised his hand, and the sword light in his hand condensed the bright moon, as if he was holding a round of moonlight in his hand.
Then, suddenly thousands of sword energy shot out vertically and horizontally.
Each sword energy exudes extremely terrifying power, no less powerful than the crescent moon that was cut out alone before.
Bang bang bang!
The sound of sword light flashed in the void, and Qiu Wuhen's thousands of swords became fragmented and riddled with holes.
His Dao Domain extended, and thirty-seven Dao Domains appeared one after another. The number of Dao Domains shocked the disciples in the audience. The opponent's Dao Domain alone was enough to suppress more than 90% of the inner disciples.
However, compared with the forty-nine realms of Holy Son Haoyue, there is still a huge difference.
The sword light penetrated and intersected along a straight line, tearing Qiu Wuhen's Dao Domain apart in an instant.
Several rays of sword light fell on him in succession, knocking him away and cutting off his arm.
A mighty force suddenly enveloped Qiu Wuhen, resisting the remaining hundreds of sword lights.
Holy Son Haoyue frowned slightly and looked up at the old man among the six elders.
"You have already won this battle."
The old man said calmly, and immediately, Qiu Wuhen's body on the battlefield disappeared, and the sword in his broken hand also disappeared and appeared in front of the old man.
The old man raised his hand and pressed it, and the power of the law enveloped him. His body healed quickly and his injuries recovered.
Saint Son Haoyue's expression was indifferent, and he also withdrew from the Dao Domain. The golden light on his body dissipated and restrained him.
If he killed the opponent in this battle, it would be detrimental to his reputation, and it would also be a great loss to the Holy Land. He was not angry at all.
Qiu Wuhen stood up, his face a little ugly, knowing that he had been defeated, and defeated completely.
His sword pursues the traceless like drizzle, but in front of the opponent's sun and moon divine eyes, it is completely exposed, and the Gui Xuji realm is also abolished. The difference in strength between the two is indeed too big.
"Thank you, Master."
Qiu Wuhen lowered his head and said something to the old man, then turned around and retreated.
The old man sighed in his heart. If he didn't try, he would never know the difference. He hoped that after this battle, it would not be a blow to Qiu Wuhen, but an encouragement.
As the first battle came to an end, cheers erupted from the silent disciples in the audience, and countless calls for "Holy Son of the Bright Moon" rang out.
The strong are respected here. The strength of Holy Son Haoyue has made countless outer disciples crazy. It is so strong that it is simply a disconnected existence among the Holy Son. He severely injured the Holy Son with one sword, and almost killed him with another sword. , simply terrible.
The expressions of the other saints and saints also became more solemn. Seeing the return of Holy Son Haoyue, they felt like a mountain was approaching.
Lin Qingying's eyes flickered slightly, and she felt a bit of pressure. Now that her Soft Sword Intent has been perfected, she has reached the peak of her cultivation. The further she goes, the more she has entered the Tao.
She didn't know if she could compete with the opponent with her current swordsmanship.
On the other side, Bian Ruxue was also sizing up Holy Son Haoyue. His sword was majestic, reflected by the sun and moon, and his divine eyes were the best among their generation.
Master Sword Saint had sent a message yesterday to tell her that Holy Son Haoyue had been practicing for longer than her and was not someone she could compete with at the moment. In this battle, her goal was to compete in the top five!
After all, compared to these saints and saints, she is too young, and her background is somewhat lacking.
"The opponent's sword should be close to the ultimate sword mentioned by Master Wudao, but it is not the real ultimate sword yet..."
Bian Ruxue glanced at Holy Son Haoyue and looked away. She had seen the ultimate sword, which was wielded casually by Master Sword Saint, an entry-level swordsmanship.
The charm of that sword will never be forgotten by her, and it also makes her Taoist heart stable, confirming that she is not wrong in pursuing the path of swordsmanship. If she can master that sword, everything will be worth it!
"With Brother Hao's talent, if he concentrates on practicing swordsmanship, he might be able to get close to his opponent's level in a hundred years..."
The human figure appeared in Bian Ruxue's mind, but when she thought of the other person lying on the chessboard with a smile on her face, she felt a little regretful.
At this time, the elder's prompt came from the front, calling her name.
Bian Ruxue also came back from her thoughts and saw that it was her appearance in the second battle.
And her opponent is Lin Qingying.
The two women looked at each other and without saying much, they both descended on the battlefield.
Seeing the confrontation between the two saints, the atmosphere in the audience became heated again. The eyes of the male disciples were shining. Sword skills aside, the grace of the two saints alone was a feast for the eyes.
But those inner sect geniuses were more concerned about the swordsmanship contest between the two and paid no attention to these skinny men.
"It's Saint Xue'er. I heard that she is the youngest among the saints, only 27 years old?"
"Tsk, tsk, the Taoist realm at the age of twenty-seven is simply terrifying!"
"This is nothing. Her master is a sword master. She has a top alchemy master to serve her, and she has a sword master to guide her practice. Do you understand what the saint preaches?"
"This battle with Saint Qingying will be dangerous."
"Are you kidding? Saint Qingying has been practicing for twice as long as her, so she cannot be defeated no matter what."
"Saint Qingying's master made a mistake and was imprisoned in the Sword Prison for self-enlightenment and cultivation. It doesn't matter that he is older than Saint Xue'er. How can he be worthy of the personal guidance of the Sword Master?"
"Don't look down on others just because they are young. Saint Xue'er is gifted with a sword and has high qualifications. She is no worse than other saints."
The disciples in the audience were talking a lot, and they all knew about this youngest saint in the Holy Land.
On the battlefield, the magic circle slowly condensed.
Lin Qingying looked indifferent. Her master made a mistake and was imprisoned, which was a scar in her heart, but she was fighting at the moment and she would not be affected by these thoughts.
Bian Ruxue's expression also became solemn. This was her first battle with a saint-level disciple, and it was also her first battle.
She had seen Lin Qingying's battle before. The soft sword intention was similar to her ice and snow, but her sword intention was even sharper.
The two of them were not familiar with each other, so they didn't say much.
As the battle began, neither side was careless, but released their ultimate realm, divine power, and heaven and earth veins!
Soon, the whole body's condition was pushed to its peak.
Lin Qingying's eyes were as calm as a lake, but Bian Ruxue's eyes seemed to have falling snow, gradually becoming sharper.
Whoosh!
Bian Ruxue suddenly waved his sword. In an instant, the battlefield seemed to freeze, and the heaven and earth turned into ice.
In terms of sword intent, her kendo restrained Lin Qingying. Lin Qingying's sword was as soft as water, but she could freeze it!
To break the ice, only the most rigid and brilliant swordsmanship can do it. For Lin Qingying's soft swordsmanship, it is very easy to be influenced by her.
This battle is also the one she thinks she must win!
As the ice covered them, even across the magic circle, the disciples outside felt a chill, and the surroundings cooled down.
Lin Qingying's eyes were solemn. She knew how difficult this battle would be. If it had been before, she wouldn't have been sure. But at this moment, the sword's intention was perfected, allowing her to understand the gentle intention.
The frosty air condensed on the other side is also the trajectory of her sword intention!
Oops!
The blue light-like sword intent suddenly slashed out, tearing a gap in the ice. The power as soft as water tore through the ice at this moment, and flew straight towards the side like snow.
Bian Ruxue was startled, her pupils shrank slightly, and suddenly she waved her sword, the realm of Dao expanded, and everything around her froze.
The speeding sword intent was also blocked by the Dao Domain. Her Dao Domain was layered on top of each other, with twenty-two levels!
Moreover, the Dao Domain is all filled with sword energy, which is obviously a sword domain condensed by different sword techniques!
At this moment, the sword fields overlapped, and the snow fell all over the sky around him. It roared suddenly, chopped into pieces the sword intent that was coming quickly, and headed towards Lin Qingying to cover it.
But at this moment, Lin Qingying returned to the ruins and appeared behind Bian Ruxue. The blue light in her hand was slashed out, and the mist exhaled by Bian Ruxue, like a pulling thread, turned into sword energy and enveloped her body. Strangling!
(End of chapter)