Loud voice.
The cliffs and peaks along the Aoshan Mountain echo endlessly.
The earthquake caused the snow to fall in the mountains and forests.
From time to time, you can see birds sleeping on the branches at night, or small animals hiding in the dead leaves on the ground. They seem to be aware of the approaching danger and run away as if to escape.
“When Chen Daoyou asks for a sword, the poor Taoist should do his best.”
Master Zhaohu also chuckled.
With a swipe, he took off the long sword from behind.
Put your hands on your chest.
It was an ancient sword with a simple shape. It had Taoist talismans engraved on the scabbard and ancient patterns running between it. It looked like a heavy sword without an edge.
The long sword has not been unsheathed yet.
It seemed that he felt the master's thoughts.
At this moment, the scabbard of the sword continued to clank.
First it sounds like gurgling water, and then it sounds like a rushing river. In an instant, the momentum rises one by one, like a spring tide, a waterfall, or rolling thunder.
“This sword is called Ben Lei.”
“It was used by the third generation headmaster of Chunyang Palace and has been passed down from generation to generation.”
"It has been in Pindao's hands for more than thirty years. It has been nourished by Qi and has become connected with my heart."
Zhaohu Zhenren's fingers lightly traced the scabbard.
Wherever your fingertips pass.
I can still faintly feel a flow of Qi.
He looked calm and spoke with a smile, but his tone could not hide his pride.
"Today, the poor Taoist will rush to thunder and accept the invitation of fellow Taoist!"
Withdrawing his gaze from the ancient sword, Zhaohu Master turned to look up at the figure not far away.
The tone seems plain.
But it is like an invisible sword, sharp and aggressive.
“But...”
"Since my Taoist friend is asking about the sword, I wonder where the sword is?"
Although Chen Yulou said that he had been practicing swordsmanship for many years, he also sensed the sword's intention from him.
But how can a sword cultivator be without a sword?
From the first time they met on the Immortal Platform, until now, he has never seen Chen Yulou's sword, so he can't ask for it with his bare hands.
Hear the words.
Chen Yulou just smiled faintly.
Put out your hand.
Pull it out gently behind you.
In an instant, the roar of a dragon roared out of thin air.
The invisible but terrifying aura swept out from the snowy plains along with the cold wind. In an instant, everything in the entire Aoshan Mountain, no, in the peaks of Zhongnan Mountain, was dormant.
Even the wind between heaven and earth seemed to have stopped.
Feel the energy.
And the increasingly amazing sword intent.
Zhaohu Zhenren felt as if his heart was beating like a drum, his eyes suddenly widened, and he stared at Chen Yulou... To be precise, it was his hand reaching behind him.
Buzz!
In the roar of the dragon.
A straight, upright, simple and thick long sword appeared in his hand at some point.
Being slowly pulled out by Chen Yulou.
The scabbard is simple and unpretentious, but it cannot hide the sharp edge of the sword.
“This is Chen’s sword, named...Dragon Scale!”
Also holding the sword with both hands, Chen Yulou smiled lightly and said warmly.
"This..."
Compared with his calmness and indifference, Zhaohu Zhenren was extremely shocked at this moment. He only felt that his mind was blank. Compared with the previous sight of him floating in the sky, , walking in the air, it will be even worse several times.
A certain moment.
He even wondered if there was a gap in his memory.
Obviously, he had never seen his sword from beginning to end.
As a sword cultivator, Master Zhaohu is not arrogant. Among the hundreds of Taoists on Taibai Peak, there is absolutely no one who can be better than him in swordsmanship.
The sense of smell for swords is also unparalleled.
But.
I just saw it now.
Such a long eight-sided Han sword... appeared in his hand as if it was born out of thin air.
“It can’t compare to the ancient swords passed down in an orderly manner by real people.”
“Chen’s sword was produced only half a year ago.”
Chen Yulou held it slightly with his fingers, and There was a flick on the scabbard.
铮——
In an instant, there was a sound of interlacing iron armor and pipa strings, and a faint sound like the roar of a dragon could be heard passing by.
Gudong!
Feeling the fierce power of the sword, Master Zhaohu could no longer bear it and secretly swallowed his saliva.
Half a year.
You can develop such momentum.
Not to mention seeing it with his own eyes, he had never heard of it.
"I wonder...fellow Daoist Chen, what kind of swordsmanship have you mastered?"
It was silent for a long time.
Zhenzhen Zhaohu asked with a complicated look.
“It’s a family tradition of Chen, called Dao Swordsmanship.”
"It's not an extraordinary inheritance."
Chen Yulou shook his head.
His swordsmanship was taught by the old Taoist when he was young.
In the past, he only felt light and airy, without any murderous intent, but as he entered the cultivation stage, he discovered that the so-called swordsmanship did not require many fancy moves, but focused on energy and momentum.
Tao swordsmanship perfectly fits this point.
He had also wondered whether this kind of swordsmanship had a great origin, but it was a pity that the veteran never mentioned it.
Plus until today.
I climbed up Mount Zhongnan on a temporary basis, only to meet many fellow Taoists and Taoist sword cultivators.
It is impossible to find out the origin of Taoist swordsmanship.
“Tao swordsmanship?!”
Zhaohu frowned slightly.
I just feel it feels inexplicably familiar, but I can’t remember where I heard it.
Furthermore, he had a strong feeling that it was unusual to be named after the word Tao.
Sword cultivation is a small category in the Taoist inheritance.
Except for Chunyang swordsmanship, only Wudang Mountain swordsmanship is the most famous. One is Wudang swordsmanship, which is secular martial arts, and the other is Dan sect swordsmanship, which is said to have been created by Zhang Sanfeng.
Dan Sect swordsmanship is one of Wudang Taoist mountain-holding swordsmanship.
When practicing swordsmanship, emphasis should be placed on the balance between oddity and rightness, and the balance between hardness and softness.
It is exactly the opposite of the Chunyang swordsmanship that is sharp and open.
"Is it possible that this Tao refers to the golden elixir and alchemy?"
Zhaohu Zhenren thought to himself.
Otherwise, he would have never imagined that there are other swordsmanships in the world that can temper a brand-new long sword to such an astonishing level in just half a year.
"Today, Chen, I will ask the sword Chunyang Palace with dragon scales!"
Chen Yulou held the hilt of the sword and shook it gently, only to hear a brushing sound, it was three feet eight long. Inch, like frost and snow, the cold light of the sword broke out of the sheath.
The long sword is as thin as a cicada's wing, and you can faintly see patterns like dragon scales.
“The Divine Patterns Are Made in Heaven…”
Zhao Hu's eyes twitched, feeling incredible.
Although he doesn’t know how to refine weapons.
But it is nothing more than smelting the sword embryo, drawing it, and then quenching it, taking it out of the furnace, and making it into a weapon.
As for divine patterns, only materials that are rare in the world have a chance to be melted into shape.
The reason why the ancient sword in his hand was named Ben Lei was not because the sword sounded like thunder, but because during the casting process, there were natural thunder patterns on the sword embryo.
Unexpectedly, I saw it again on another sword.
Waiting for him to put away his surprise.
Zhaohu seemed to have noticed something, and subconsciously looked down. The Benlei ancient sword in his hand was trembling on the scabbard, and he almost broke free.
"This..."
I feel something in my heart.
His head jerked up.
The eyes fell on Chen Yulou's hands again.
On the bright mirror-like blade, the frost and snow falling all over the mountains, ancient pines and strong bamboos, and the vast clouds and mist are reflected, and in the quiet scene, there is a faint shadow like a dragon and a snake moving back and forth. .
“Wait!”
Zhaohu’s heart skipped a beat.
An extremely bold idea emerged.
Dragon? !
The form, the breath.
Can’t be wrong.
Zhaohu Zhenren looked like he had seen a ghost. The reason why he could recognize him at a glance was because there was a dragon bone in the Chunyang Palace.
It is said that Lu Zu was practicing in seclusion in Zhongnan Mountain.
At that time, there was great chaos, the world was in turmoil, and demons were rampant.
At that time, Zhongnan Mountain was also called Taiyi or Earth Lung. An evil dragon was causing chaos and swallowed up countless pilgrims, medicine farmers and hunters who came up the mountain, causing panic.
Hearing this, Lu Zu carried the Pure Yang Sword on his back, broke out of the barrier, and went all the way deep to the foot of Difei Mountain to kill the evil dragon.
Since then, Difei Mountain has returned to peace again.
This incident has been passed down orally among the disciples of Chunyang Palace for generations.
Zhaohu Zhenren heard it from his senior brother from the day he went up the mountain. At first, he couldn't believe it. After all, a young Taoist priest who had just entered the mountains was sent to practice by his parents because his family was so poor that he couldn't even afford food.
Until the master took him to visit the underground palace.
He didn't believe it until he saw with his own eyes the corpse of the dragon that was suppressed under the palace.
Over the years, he had been practicing in the mountains and had gone down to kill demons and demons, but he had never killed a dragon with his flying sword like Lu Zu did, and he had always felt regretful about it.
After all, it takes five hundred years for a snake to turn into a snake, and five hundred years for a snake to turn into a dragon.
How is it that the dragon is so easy to see?
But.
I wouldn’t think of it even if I beat him to death.
Today, I actually saw a dragon spirit sealed in Chen Yulou's sword.
"Chen... Fellow Daoist Chen."
"Is it a dragon in the dragon scale sword?"
Taking several deep breaths in a row, Zhaohu finally suppressed his heart Shocking.
It was just the vibrato in his tone, but it exposed the thoughts in his heart.
On the snowy plain.
Chen Yulou was still waiting for him to draw his sword when he suddenly heard this question.
I couldn't help but feel a little dazed for a while.
After all, apart from a few of them, this was the first time anyone could recognize the dragon in the sword.
“Don’t think too much, fellow Taoist.”
"It's just because Lu Zu also killed the evil dragon in Difei Mountain with his sword, so I can recognize him."
Seeing his hesitation, Zhaohu Zhenren, who thought he had said something wrong, quickly explained.
Hear the words.
Chen Yulou shook his head and smiled.
“You’re so polite, real person.”
"It is indeed a dragon. Chen once went to southern Yunnan and passed through the barren mountains. He encountered an ancient pagoda with a dragon suppressed underneath. The seal was about to be broken."
"I was worried that it would cause harm to the world. Only then did I Take action to surround and kill him."
He briefly talked about what happened in Longtan Mountain that day.
Although the experience has been concealed as much as possible.
But when these words fell on Zhaohu’s ears, they were extremely exciting.
This was something he wanted to do all his life but couldn't do.
The flying sword kills the dragon.
How magnificent? !
It's a pity that although there are many monsters in the world, dragons are extremely rare to see. Otherwise... with his character, he would have wanted to take the sword on his back and give it a try.
Even if it doesn’t work.
At least one idea can be fulfilled.
"Chen Daoyou has the talent of heaven and man."
"I admire you!"
Zhaohu held the long sword and bowed seriously to Chen Yulou.
Although he said it was a siege.
But I saw it before on the Sendai.
Even if the other two Taoists have foundation building skills, they are still far from enough in front of the dragon.
So.
There is a high probability that Chen Yulou did it alone.
This undoubtedly further verified his guess.
It is reasonable for Lu Zu, a heavenly being, to ascend during the day and kill the dragon to attain enlightenment.
The realm in front of me is probably much higher than I expected.
"This..."
Seeing him like this.
How could Chen Yulou not guess it? He couldn't help but feel dumbfounded.
"You're welcome, Master."
"We don't have much time, how about asking for advice first?"
He was worried that if this continued, Master Zhaohu in front of him would not even be able to draw his sword. I dare not even think about it.
Or, simply invite him as the headmaster of Chunyang Palace.
With his character, he might be able to do such a thing.
"It's because I'm being rude."
Zhaohu nodded.
There will be no further delay.
With a flick of his finger, the scabbard turned into a black shadow and stuck straight on the snowy ground.
The long sword in his hand finally revealed its original appearance.
It was a green peak about three feet long. Although the sword had been made for more than a thousand years and had been passed down in Chunyang Palace for many years, the blade was still as sharp as frost.
Thunder patterns are faintly visible.
The long sword trembled and buzzed.
"Please!"
Zhaohu Zhenren raised his hand slightly, and the cold light overflowed from the long sword.
Even his temperament seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes in an instant.
Even though he was still wearing a worn-out Taoist robe and his hair was tied with a wooden hairpin, holding a long sword in his hand, he no longer looked down and out as before, and his whole body exuded an astonishing aura of transcendence.
Just standing there.
It gives people a sense of sharpness.
The aura around him was rising invisibly, and there was a strong wind outside, causing snow from the mountain below him to fly up.
Sensing the sword potential on his body.
Chen Yulou also showed a look of solemnity on his face.
Lü Zu’s direct descendant, Pure Yang Swordsmanship.
No matter what it is, just mentioning it is enough to make him take it seriously.
Buzz!
A flick of the wrist.
The dragon scale sword suddenly clanked.
“Fellow Daoist Chen, be careful!”
Getting ready, Master Zhaohu stepped forward with a long sword in his hand. The long sword in his hand was spitting out cold light, just like a snake raising its body. .
“In this way, you can look for snakes through weeds!”
The words have not yet finished.
Zhaohu Zhenren appeared outside his body, and the cold light from his long sword slashed straight down. For a moment, the void seemed to be cut into two parts.
The sharp sword energy suppressed the cold wind outside.
The blow made Chen Yulou’s robe rustle.
Chen Yulou concentrated on the changes in the sword moves and felt that the sword power was unpredictable, taking into account the front, rear, left and right, and the traces were hard to find, just like a snake exploring grass.
Zheng!
However.
At the moment when the sword energy comes.
He had not moved yet, but he suddenly raised his hand, raised his wrist, and the dragon scale sword passed through the air with a clang, and the long sword blocked Ben Lei.
Zhaohu was stunned for only a moment, and then the sword moves in his hands suddenly changed.
The long sword was extremely agile, bypassing the dragon scale sword body and heading straight for Chen Yulou's chest.
"This move is written by Kuixing!"
Feeling the energy of the sword, Chen Yulou felt that he could not avoid it. With a tap of his toes, his whole body Go straight back.
At the same time, the long sword in his hand turned and slashed towards the hilt of Ben Lei's sword.
The sword move was instantly cracked.
Zhaohu was even more amazed in his heart, but his expression still showed no signs of it.
The hand holding the sword hilt actually let go.
The ancient sword that originally stabbed Chen Yulou moved a few inches and fell towards him. Zhaohu had no intention of stopping, and kicked out his right foot hidden under the Taoist robe without any warning. .
Powerful and powerful.
It landed on the hilt of the sword accurately.
Buzz!
The Thunder Sword, which was still falling, shot out of the air again.
“Dantian?!”
Feeling the point of the long sword.
Chen Yulou was shocked. Even he had not expected that Master Zhaohu could change his moves so quickly.
If this sword hits.
Not to mention that he is in the cave heaven realm, even the land gods will fall.
Of course, the competition is not a life and death fight, so Master Zhaohu will not really kill him.
But...
How to break the situation?
Chen Yulou's mind was like lightning.
The next moment.
As if he was blessed in his heart, while he was still retreating, his body froze for a moment, and then he jumped up. With a press of the long sword in his hand, he immediately switched offense and defense.
The sword went straight to Zhaohu's head.
“Is this... the top of Mount Tai?”
Zhaohu's expression changed.
Can't help but exclaim.
This is clearly a move from Chunyang Swordsmanship.
But he didn't have time to think too much. When it comes to sword fighting, there are differences between superior and inferior. There is no room for sloppiness. A slight distraction will lead to defeat.
Feel the weight of the mountain above your head.
Zhao Hu stretched out his hand and pinched the tip of the sword. At the same time, he slightly arched his body, and the ancient sword formed a full moon bow, violently knocking out his aura.
“This move.”
“Holding the moon day and night!” (End of this chapter)