The Sword of Six Doors Points at the Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 403: Sword Qi Across Thirty Thousand Miles!
Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Goosen, Xueming.The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

Killing a person in ten steps, without leaving a thousand miles.Hello.

After drinking in Xinling, I took off my sword and crossed my knees.He will eat Zhu Hai with roasting, and persuade Hou Ying with a glass of wine.

Three cups of turmoil, the five mountains are light.After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born.

Rescue Zhao Huijin Hammer, Handan was shocked first.The two heroes of Qianqiu, Huanhe Daliang City.

Even if you die as a hero, you will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world.Who can write Your Excellency, the White Head Taixuan Sutra!
This is "Xia Ke Xing" by Li Bai, a poet of the Tang Dynasty

At this time, Ye Xiuwen was practicing sword and reciting poems at the same time, which really had another charm.

This sword is cut out, just like calligraphy, scribbled like a knife and dotted like a peach.While practicing the sword, Ye Xiuwen discovered an astonishing secret.

This day hurts the sword, there is no real sword move at all.

At the beginning, his swordsmanship was like flowing water, sometimes soothing, sometimes rushing forward, and sometimes soaring into the sky.

But when Ye Xiuwen reached the third day of practice, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

This Tianshang Sword has sixteen moves. Only by integrating these sixteen moves into one can it exert its greatest power.

But these sixteen moves are too scattered, some of them flow freely, some of them move forward swiftly, they can't be integrated at all.

This is like a person who draws a square with his left hand and a circle with his right hand. It is so difficult to use one mind at two times.

And at this moment, an idea popped up in Ye Xiuwen's sea of ​​consciousness in vain.

This torrent advances bravely, can I write it as a running script?Can I be treated as a wild grass with those flowing clouds and flowing water?
Thinking of this, Ye Xiuwen turned the sword move into calligraphy, or in other words, the Heavenly Scar Sword was originally intended to be issued in calligraphy.

But no matter what, when Ye Xiuwen practiced to the seventh celestial head again, his swordsmanship had already been mastered, and this sword was used, just like a person who had three heads and six arms, and the shadow of the sword was all over the sky.

Ye Xiuwen felt that it was time, his swordsmanship reached its peak, vitality, qi and blood were poured into the sword in his hand,
"Buzz!"

The green copper sword burst into humming, and the cyan sword glow surged, and then shot out from the edge of the sword.

The sword energy stretched for thirty thousand li, covering nineteen provinces with a single sword light. Although it was not that exaggerated at this time, the sword energy released directly enveloped Ye Xiuwen and him within a radius of thirty feet.

Waves of cyan sword energy splashed everywhere like hailstones falling from the sky.

The sword energy fell to the ground, and the hard rock exploded.The rumble was endless.

Yue'er was practicing "Qianjue Hands" on one side, and was disturbed by the roar.

She raised her eyes, only to see a sword glow coming towards her face.

Of course, this was Ye Xiuwen's unintentional mistake, because when this sword technique exploded with sword energy, it was completely out of control.

The Heavenly Injury Sword even hurt Ye Xiuwen himself, let alone outsiders.

At this time, Yue'er saw that the sword light was coming from a bad person, so she directly sent the sword at her waist, and slammed into the flying sword light.

With a ding sound, the Jade Copper Sword collided with the sword energy, but unexpectedly, the Jade Copper Sword was knocked and flew out.

At the same time, the sword energy was also knocked off its original trajectory, and flew towards the side of Yue'er's cheek.

As the sword energy flew over, Yue'er felt her face was burning hot, and the three black hairs on her temples were cut off and floating in the air.

"What a powerful sword energy!"

Yue'er sighed, but at this moment, unexpectedly, the place where Ye Xiuwen was was collapsed.

The power of the sword qi was too great, and the sword qi shattered the steel-like stone.Ye Xiuwen's body sank because of this.

On the lower floor, eighteen young monks are practicing.Hearing the rumble and rumble above his head before, he thought it was not good.The human head retreated to the side and was looking towards the roof.And at this moment, the ceiling of the cave began to crack, and then there was a bang, and streams of sword energy descended.

The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, smoke and dust were everywhere, eighteen young monks formed a bronze formation, looking like they were facing a big enemy.

"Cough cough!"

Ye Xiuwen coughed twice, and walked out from the smoke.Following the example of a monk, he said: "Amitabha, I have crossed the border!"

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The little monks looked at Ye Xiuwen speechlessly.At this moment, Ye Xiuwen was shirtless, with sword marks all over his body.

The sword marks were deep in some places, and a lot of hair had been cut off.Just standing there bloody.

Although the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, it was terrifying enough.

"Xiuwen? How are you?" Yue'er asked at this moment, lying on the top of the cave.

"It's okay, it's just playing too far."

Ye Xiuwen shouted, but Yue'er also jumped out of the hole.

As the moon set, eighteen young monks bowed their heads at the same time, put their hands together and said, "Namo Amitabha!"

"Hehe, there are also little monks!" Yue'er was amused to see eighteen little monks, because these eighteen people actually painted their bodies in gold.

"Eh? Your clothes?" Yue'er saw the shirtless Ye Xiuwen again.

"Hehe, let me just say, you can't practice this sword technique!" Ye Xiuwen looked at Yue'er with a smirk.

Yue'er gouged out Ye Xiuwen's eyes, her small eyes seemed to say: "Did you practice wrongly?"

"It's almost time, and we have to leave the customs, otherwise it won't be beautiful if we miss the Shaolin martial arts competition." Ye Xiuwen said again.

"Then you can't, just go out like this?" Yue'er looked at Ye Xiuwen and said.

"It's okay!"

Ye Xiuwen had his own opinion, he stepped forward to a young monk who was about the same size as himself and said, "Amitabha, little master, can I lend you some clothes?"

"It's good, it's good, benefactor please do it!" said the little monk.

Ye Xiuwen knew that monks are easy to talk to, they want nothing, they will give you anything you borrow.

Otherwise, when you arrive at the temple, you say that you have no clothes, and you have to borrow a suit of clothes to wear.The monk refused and said, "I don't have any clothes yet?"can i give you

This must be a fake monk, because a real monk would not do this. Sweeping the floor may hurt the lives of ants, and the monks are all compassionate.

For example, a beggar is about to starve to death, and a monk is also about to die of hunger.But the monk has a piece of cake, he will give this piece of cake to the beggar, and sit down himself.

Or else, monks are worthy of the respect of others, because of this.A real monk is here to save sentient beings.Take yourself as a benchmark and let the world follow him.This is called transmutation.

Otherwise, it would be ridiculous for monks to burn, kill and loot, but let ordinary people devote themselves to Buddha.

So the little monk gave Ye Xiuwen and Yue'er his robes, and without asking their names, opened the door and let Ye Xiuwen and Yue'er out.

But at this time, the two of them didn't know that the competition in Shaolin Temple had already begun! .
PS: Today, seeing a reader brother Cui Gengha, Xiao Mo thought about it and sent out the saved manuscript.But there are so few subscriptions, it seems like they are almost gone.Not to mention eating instant noodles this month, I probably won't even be able to eat the soil.After calculating the manuscript fee, it seemed to be only three yuan yesterday.Alas, Xiao Mo just thought about it, if Xiao Mo really starved to death writing a novel, it would be quite interesting.

(End of this chapter)