Chapter 1030 A sword
Taixu Gate.
Shortly after Mo Hua returned to his disciple's residence, an elder from Tai'ashan came to his door and presented a map of the formation.
"Tai'a Kaishan Sword Formation Map".
Mo Hua was very happy and lamented that the head of Tai A was worthy of being the head of the sect. He acted decisively and gave good things as they said they were free of mercy, and he could deliver goods to his door.
The ink painting solemnly took it and said gratefully:
"Thank you, elder! Thank you, Master!"
Elder Taia smiled and nodded, exchanged a few greetings, and then said goodbye.
After the elder left, Mo Hua closed the door and burned Xiang to clean his hands, and couldn't wait to open the Tai'a Sword Formation Map.
As soon as the sword formation caught my eye, the sword pattern was ancient and a vast and majestic heavy sword aura rushed towards me.
Mo Hua glanced over and saw all the sword patterns, and immediately became even more happy.
Second-grade nineteen-patterned sword formation.
In addition to the ultimate formation, this is almost the best sword formation among the second-grade formations.
The head of Taia was even more generous than he thought.
Tai'amen's Kaishan Sword Formation was actually a very early match.
It comes from "blacking" by Sword Bones.
Jianbotou was once a disciple of Tai'amen. Later, he accidentally entered the depths of the Demon Refining Mountain and was captured by the demon cultivator into the Ten Thousand Demon Valley. He was forced to become an evil sword master and help demons practice evil swords every day.
Some of his inheritance are Tai'amen's sword-making techniques, including Tai'amen's sword formation.
Kaishan Sword Formation, I have learned ink painting.
This matter can never be hidden.
The reason why he spoke to the leader of Tai A to ask for Tai Ashan’s sword formation was actually to live a "bright road".
There are basically none of the sword formations that Mo Hua has mastered now that can be seen.
Especially Tai'ashan's sword formation.
The rules of the sect inheritance are very strict.
If you don't know in advance, once exposed, it will definitely cause big trouble.
After all, learning without telling is a stealing inheritance.
Even if the three sects merge, this kind of thing is not decent.
Put yourself in your shoes and think about it. Even if the leader of Tai A will not say it, he will definitely be very dissatisfied and will keep a record of it for himself.
Therefore, now we have the opportunity, so why not take the opportunity to discuss swordsmanship and ask the head of Tai A to "borrow" the Tai A sword formation.
This is considered passing the clear road.
In this way, if I use the Tai A Sword Formation to show my power in the future, the Tai A leader will not only not blame me, but may also praise myself for my good learning.
A clear and fulfilling human feelings means articles.
Many times, when people do things, they only care about face.
And now, the sword formation given by the head of Tai'a is even higher in grade than what he got from the sword bones.
Not only is the structure perfect, the array pattern is rigorous, and the sword energy is full of between the patterns.
Even the number of array patterns is four more.
This is an unexpected surprise.
This sword formation can be used on the surface in front of everyone.
The most commendable thing is his God-Slaying Sword, which integrates the Five Elements Sword Formation.
Now that he has learned the more sophisticated Taia Sword Formation, his God-Slaying Sword can be more diligent.
It can be said that it can win three goals in one fell swoop.
After that, Mo Hua took some time to learn this more orthodox and more advanced Taia Sword Formation.
Because there is a sword bone to provide the foundation for the sword formation.
When integrating the Tai A sword formation into the God-Slaying Sword, Mo Hua also had a deep understanding of the relevant sword principles.
So I learned very quickly.
In just two hours, he had a more thorough understanding.
After that, he practiced on the Taoist stele more than ten times and felt that it was fine, Mo Hua left the sea of consciousness and carefully selected a "open source" spiritual sword from the storage bag, and carefully drew the second-grade nineteenth-patterned Tai'a Kaishan Sword Formation.
After drawing, seal the sword body.
In this way, a "Shan Kaishan Sword" is completed.
Mo Hua touched the Kaishan Sword and muttered in her heart:
"The Great Romon Flying Swordsman is a genius of sword control, and is known as the two great swordsman geniuses of the Eight Gate..."
"How can this work?"
"What level and pattern does this Ye Zhiyuan deserve to be as famous as Xiaoxiao?"
Tomorrow, he will be defeated with one sword.
The number one swordsman in the Eight Sects is only his junior brother.
...
The next day, the swordsmanship conference.
Outside the Dao Mountain, there are still crowds of people watching the game.
The focus of this sword contest is almost the highest in history.
Not only are there ink paintings that are so annoying.
There are eight major swordsmanship geniuses.
There are Daluo Feitian sword control, Chongxu’s true sword skills, and two excellent sword techniques.
There is also a competition for the first place in the eight major gates.
This will inevitably be a cruel and tragic, bloody and long battle. The disciples on both sides will fight to the death.
There is no reason not to watch this kind of sword competition.
Everyone was looking forward to it.
In the crowd, a monk with a white face and a strong bookish spirit was talking to others, giving full guidance in his words, and he picked up allusions from various schools and chatted happily.
Those who often come to see sword contests know the name of this person:
Bai Xiaosheng.
Bai Xiaosheng was having a good time chatting when he suddenly noticed someone pulling his sleeve. When he turned around, he saw that he was a 15 or 16-year-old boy with a pretty face. He was disappointed immediately.
The little Shutong stretched out his hand and pointed to the side.
Bai Xiaosheng was reluctant and bowed to everyone, "Everyone is waiting for me, I'll come when I go."
After saying that, he followed Xiao Shutong to the side and asked, "Why are you here?"
The little Shutong's voice was crisp: "Uncle, if you don't go upstairs, you should be angry."
"No." Bai Xiaosheng sneered, "What's the point of upstairs? The tall ones, looking down, everyone in the world is full of ants, and they can't even see clearly on their faces. What kind of fun can you tell? Don't go, don't go..."
"Uncle, you are here again..." Xiao Shutong looked sad.
Bai Xiaosheng said, "You don't understand. This is a swordsmanship conference. It's just that I want to mix in the crowd, watch with everyone, squirt and scold together, that's interesting."
"This is called the way of a hundred schools of thought. You will understand it in the future."
Xiao Shutong said, "I don't know the hundreds of schools of thought, the appearance of sentient beings. I only know that the ancestor said that you are sitting or not, and if you don't know the appearance, you will break the appearance..."
Bai Xiaosheng glared: "Why are you talking to your uncle?"
Xiao Shutong felt a little aggrieved, "It was not what I said, the ancestor said, they asked me to tell you personally and give you a reminder."
Bai Xiaosheng waved his hand, "No matter they are one or two, they are cold and have no humanity, so staying with them will make you feel nauseous."
"Uncle, please speak more slowly, so the ancestor can know."
"So what if you know?" Bai Xiaosheng sneered, but he was tough and his aura was a little weaker.
Xiao Shutong said again: "Then... I don't see the ancestor, you should go and visit my uncle. He is now the leader..."
Bai Xiaosheng shook his head, "If you don't go, you won't see you."
"Don't you really want to go? My uncle is so good..."
"Don't go."
Xiao Shutong said curiously: "Do you don't want to see me, or do you don't want to shout 'Uncle'?"
Bai Xiaosheng's face turned dark and he grabbed Xiao Shutong's mouth, "I will have to sew this little mouth in your face sooner or later."
The little book boy said a few times.
Bai Xiaosheng let him go.
Xiao Shutong rubbed her cheeks and muttered a few unhappy words, "If you don't go, don't go..."
"Then I will report to the ancestor, saying that you are busy... practicing the hundreds of schools of thought and understanding the appearance of sentient beings..."
Bai Xiaosheng nodded with relief.
Xiao Shutong turned around and walked a few steps, but couldn't help but turn around and reminded:
"Uncle, remember to say less and criticize less, especially not to say bad things about the uncle's family. Be careful that disaster comes from the mouth and offend people you shouldn't offend..."
Bai Xiaosheng was impatient, "Okay, okay, I have a sense of responsibility. If you talk too much, I will sew your mouth."
The little Shutong was reluctant and walked away with muttering. After walking a few steps, his back was blurred and disappeared directly. No one cared about it from beginning to end.
After Xiao Shutong left, Bai Xiaosheng seemed to have thrown away a small burden and then got excitedly into the crowd.
When he was away from the crowd, he was a very good-looking young man.
But as soon as he got into the crowd, he immediately brought out the secular spirit, like a idle cultivator, blending with everyone, chatting with a group of foundation-building monks:
"I still say the same thing, Taixu Sect can't do it."
"I won't talk about their heads, but the elders and especially the disciples are not in a proper way, and there is no major sect that should be."
"The sword art inheritance has also declined. Today's sword technique is not as elegant as the hall of elegance."
"And that ink painting..."
"What does a formation master look like when he relies on formations to make a living in the sword competition?"
"In today's battle, Da Luomon will let him know what real sword technique is and what real sword contest is."
"The inheritance of Daluomon is not simple. Going back, it is the 'Daluo Sword Sect'. The Daluo Sword Sect has an ancient origin and its inheritance is terrible."
"Especially the Daluo Feitian Sword Control Technique, the word "Flying" has the weight of it."
"I know some inside story, but I can't say it..."
Bai Xiaosheng looked confident, "So, I expected that Taixu Sect would be defeated today."
"And that ink painting will surely die today..."
"Don't believe it? You can wait and see..."
...
In the crowd, people watching the fun were talking.
On the other side, Zhang Lan, Wen Renwan, Gu Changhuai, Yuer, Murong Caiyun, Hua Qianqian and others silently looked at Fang Tian Huaying, with a solemn heart.
All of them were paying attention to this game of swordsmanship.
I also silently cared about the ink paintings participating in the sword contest.
...
And above the crowd, in the Sword Tower.
There are also many more "VIPs" who come to watch the game than before.
A gorgeous and elegant interior.
The dignified and beautiful Lord of the Baihua Valley was sitting at the table, looking over the window and looking at Fang Tian's painting.
On Fang Tian’s painting, a handsome boy was preparing for the pre-war period.
The Lord of Baihua Valley frowned slightly.
He always feels that it's still a bit like...
In terms of formation, there is also a talent for being a worldly person, and there is also a charm that transcends the world between the eyes and eyes.
It's just as controversial and jealous.
There are many people who love him, and more people who hate him.
But when you think about it carefully, it's all different.
The spiritual roots are indeed too bad, and I have never practiced swordsmanship.
Although the formation is good, the paths are different.
He is so easy-going and cute. He is as close as a brother and sister to his fellow disciples. He is loved by his elders and even spoiled by his ancestors.
It is true that people hate it, but it is not because of "talent", but because of their bad intentions from time to time.
These are different from the one who is like a fairy sword, showing his sharpness and untainted by the world...
The Lord of Baihua Valley was thinking, and in his heart he was a little confused.
At this moment, a woman chuckled softly and said, "Sister, what are you thinking?"
The Lord of Baihua Valley looked back and smiled, "Think about the past."
A woman in golden clothes with skin as cream, graceful eyebrows and eyes, and a naturally superior temperament, gently holding the arm of the Lord of Baihua Valley, said angrily:
"You are so cruel and don't remember to go to Daozhou to see your sister."
Next to him, there were two young women in gorgeous clothes, with a noble face, nodded and said:
"That's right, that's it."
"After having been together for decades, Sister Hua didn't have a letter, and obviously didn't take her sisters to heart."
The Lord of Huagu said helplessly: "The sect affairs are too busy."
"A liar."
"It's just a Baihua Valley, why should Sister Hua be so busy?"
"That's..."
"If you want me to tell me, just throw it away, just try to have a leisure time..."
"Okay, OK," said the woman in gold before, "You are free, don't bother Sister Hua."
After saying that, she took the white white palm of the Lord of Flower Valley and whispered:
"I know, you have grudges and you know that you are busy on weekdays, but in Daozhou, you still have to go back if you have time."
"Even if you don't look at us sisters, I'll greet you."
"The old lady loves you the most and often talks about you. Don't let her feel heartbroken..."
The Lord of Flower Valley showed shame and nodded slightly.
The woman in golden clothes then showed a satisfied smile.
Qianxuezhou has many families in the world, and the blood relationship inside is complex. For example, ancient trees have complicated roots and are complicated and disorderly.
Outsiders look like their branches and leaves are obstructing their eyes.
No one knows who is in marriage with whom.
Whoever is with whom, hiding relatives.
Who is with whom, share the same ancestor.
...
And under this sword viewing room, it is two floors lower.
He is the head of the four major sects.
Below, there are the heads of the Eight Sects and even the other twelve-rate sect leaders.
Taixu, Taia, the head of Chongxu Sanshan, also gathered in the old room to drink tea.
The room was quiet and the atmosphere was dull.
None of the three sects spoke.
I was just a little nervous when I watched the sword contest before.
Then in this game, the sword competition that determines the ownership of the eight major gates is a complete torment.
And it's very heartbreaking.
The only person with a better mentality is the leader of Tai'a.
He said, "I have talked to Mo Hua."
As soon as these words were spoken, the head of Taixu was immediately displeased, "Don't disturb the disciples before discussing the sword."
"I gave him the Tai'a Sword Formation." The head of Tai'a said.
The head of Taixu will not say anything.
Giving things is not annoying.
However, he was also a little surprised, "You really can't bear to..."
This is a sword formation.
Tai'a's leader said: "Mo Hua said that with this sword formation, this sword competition can be a little 'simple'."
"I won't say much about how important this game of swordsmanship is."
"As long as you can help a little, even if you can just make the swordsmanship a little easier, that's good."
The head of Taixu and the head of Chongxu both nodded and expressed their agreement.
"I'll tell you earlier. I'll give him one of my sword formations that Chongxu Mountain."
"You can't do it when rushing to Xushan's sword formation. If you talk about making a sword, you have to count me too much. You can give the sword technique..."
"It's useless for me to give away the sword technique. This kid Mo Hua doesn't learn sword technique..."
"Taixu Mountain does not attach importance to the inheritance of swordsmanship..."
The head of Taixu was unhappy and corrected: "It's not that I don't pay attention to it, it's my sword technique in Taixu Mountain. It pays attention to the sword intent. This is something that can only be understood after the golden elixir..."
"Once you understand it, your power is incredible."
"Isn't that a waste of time?"
"This is a foundation-building and sword-making debate, the golden elixir. What should I do if I mention it?"
"Besides, the sword intent method left by Taixu Mountain is no longer as good as before. What else can I do now..."
"This... the ancestor is thinking of a way..."
"What can I do?"
"This...can't be said..."
"Okay, let us see and open our eyes if we have time..."
...
As the three of them chatted, they soon became silent again.
The atmosphere became solemn again.
The head of Tai A suddenly slapped his head, "Where is tea? Aren't we drinking tea?"
The head of Chongxu frowned: "I don't have the heart to drink."
"Drink some."
"I'll discuss the sword soon."
The head of Tai'a sighed: "In this sword contest, some people will fight. If you don't fight to the death, you won't be able to decide the outcome."
"The Great Romon is not easy to meet."
"There is that Ye Zhiyuan, and that, Daluo Feitian Sword..."
As soon as he said this, everyone had a headache.
"Drink some tea and calm down."
Elder Taixu took out the exquisite tea stove, the fine spring water, and the green tea leaves, and began to cook tea.
But the three of them still put their minds on the field.
...
At this moment, everyone's eyes were also gathered on Fang Tian's painting, looking forward to this sword competition that decided to be the leader of the eight major gates.
Until the end, no one knew how long this sword competition would last.
No one knows what kind of battle will be experienced in the swordsmanship competition.
No one knows where the ending will go...
Soon, the bell of the discussion was ringing.
The sword contest begins.
Disciples from both sides entered the venue.
This is a beheading match that requires killing the enemy's "leader".
The "leader" of Dalumon is Ye Zhiyuan, who has the highest cultivation level and the strongest swordsmanship.
The "leader" of Taixu Sect, but unlike before, chose Linghu Xiao.
Obviously, Taixu Sect also knew that this sword contest was different, so he did not dare to take any risk, and did not dare to let Mo Hua, who would "break" and "dead" with one sword, be this "leader".
Ye Zhiyuan sneered.
"Do I think I won't kill you if you don't become the leader?"
In this game of sword competition, he not only wanted to win, but also wanted to kill Linghu Xiao, but more importantly, he wanted to kill that Mo Hua.
If you kill Mo Hua, you can become the "leader".
For him, the position of this "leader" is no worse than the leader of the eight major gates.
He is arrogant and arrogant, but he is not a fool.
What does an "organization" that covers eight major sects, twelve-rate, and even some of the four major sects mean and how important it is, you can think of it without thinking.
Before this, no one had such "cohesion" that could bring such a large-scale genius together and form an alliance.
Even if such a genius "Union" leader is only nominally and does not have much real power, it is absolutely extraordinary.
Moreover, this is just an opportunity.
This alliance was established with the purpose of "killing ink painting" and the situation was also very loose.
But as long as you become the leader of the alliance, you can subtly change the nature of this alliance and let the alliance be used by you.
As for ink painting?
Who cares about him?
He is just a pawn to "hit hatred" and a cover to "gather people".
Those geniuses from the four sects and eight sects were completely blinded by hatred, so they took "killing ink painting" seriously.
People who are dominated by hatred will not have any great power.
Therefore, this leader can only be the leader himself.
Only by not taking ink painting seriously, but being able to kill the ink painting itself and having this "meaning".
Ye Zhiyuan touched the Daluo sword with the same thoughts in his hand, his eyes sharp and he said coldly:
"According to the plan, kill!"
"Yes!"
The disciple of Dalumen activated his body and practiced rapidly, like a sharp sword, quickly approaching the five people of Taixu Sect.
Soon, the two sides met.
The fight is about to break out.
The four disciples of Daluomon formed a force to surround him and all rushed towards Linghu Xiao.
Ye Zhiyuan stood in the distance, controlled the Daluo Sword, silently used the sword control technique, took off the flying sword, and made a move to kill Linghu Xiao.
The biggest advantage of the sword-controlling technique is far away.
Secondly, it is fast.
Then, it's strong.
The long-distance flying sword is extremely fast and has extremely strong sword energy. In the blink of an eye, it kills the enemy's life.
Looking at the entire Qianxue sect's disciples, there is a sword energy that is stronger than him, but no disciple can compare to him by sword.
Therefore, he is the first "Sword Control" genius in Qianxue.
This is God's food.
It is a unique swordsmanship.
Naturally, make good use of it.
Ye Zhi stood still from afar, activated Daluo Feitian Sword Control Technique, pretending to kill Linghu Xiao, but his spiritual sense obscuredly captured Mo Hua's figure.
Soon, he found the ink painting.
Like him, Mo Hua was standing stupidly from afar, motionless.
Ye Zhiyuan sneered in his heart and secretly sarcastically:
"Idiot, I stand still to keep my sword. Are you waiting to die if you stand still?"
Defeat the sword and kill, life and death.
Fighter jets are often fleeting.
Since ink painting has given him a chance and there are flaws, Ye Zhiyuan will naturally not let it go.
His sword is far away, fast, and strong.
Pretending to kill Linghu Xiao, then unexpectedly, suddenly rushed over with a sword.
This ink painting was unexpected, and no matter how hidden or how to use it, it would be impossible to use it, and it would definitely die!
Ye Zhiyuan was holding a sword, looking directly at Linghu Xiao, but his spiritual sense was quietly locking in the ink painting.
His sword has not yet taken action.
Then the next moment, he found something seemed to be in the distance and flew over first.
Ye Zhiyuan was stunned.
What's the thing...flying towards me?
The thing that flew over was also far away, and soon, there was a trace of dangerous light.
Ye Zhiyuan's eyes didn't recognize him.
But he subconsciously realized it in shock:
sword?
Is it a sword? !
This is the fuck, someone killed me with a flying sword? !
"Save!"
Ye Zhiyuan had only had time to shout this.
He stretched the distance, chose a safe position, and was concentrating on his sword, and was most afraid of being attacked and killed at this time.
Several other Daluman disciples also noticed an abnormality and stepped one step ahead of Ye Zhiyuan and stopped him.
They wanted to block the flying sword for Ye Zhiyuan.
But the flying sword was too fast, and they could not stop it at all.
Not only them, no one expected that a sword would suddenly fly out in the Taixu Sect camp.
This flying sword passed through the interception of the four Dalumen, and was quick and accurate, and directly hit Ye Zhiyuan in the chest.
But he was blocked by his Taoist robe...
Ye Zhiyuan was so scared that he was so scared that he flew out of the sky.
But there was no sword energy on the sword, and it couldn't even penetrate his Taoist robe.
Ye Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but curse:
"What the hell is it? This is worthy of being called a flying sword? There is no sword energy at all? How can I kill me?"
The next moment, the spiritual sword trembled suddenly, and sword patterns lit up.
The sword formation is inside the spirit sword, absorbing the spirit stones and operating on its own, instantly generating the extremely sharp mountain-opening sword energy.
The sword energy accumulates more and more, and it becomes stronger and stronger, even exceeding the load of the spiritual sword itself.
So much so that cracks began to appear on the sword body.
Then, in Ye Zhiyuan's gaze that was difficult to understand and extremely frightened, the spiritual sword exploded directly.
The explosion intertwined the sword energy and roared together.
The sharp and sharp sword energy of Kaishan, with the sword formation as the core, formed a vortex of sword energy, instantly swept around.
It seemed as if several giant swords were strangled in the air.
The surrounding mountains, rocks and trees were all crushed to pieces.
Before everyone could react, what happened.
The bell of Mount Lundao rang.
The sword contest is over.
The game ended with just one sword.
On the Mount of Interpretation, there was a dead silence.
Everyone was shocked and speechless.
Then there was a "boom" in an instant, and the sound of people was extremely loud and the noise was boiling, like a volcano bursting out, and the entire Mount Lundao was in full swing...
(This chapter ends)