Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 141 Demonstration Sword
Going east on the Defeng Ancient Road, five hundred miles away, I saw:

The green peak is like a screen, piercing the sky high;

With a flash of red rainbow light, Lin Chongyang stepped onto the peak, waiting for the arrival of others.

In this arena, in dealing with people, success or failure has always been determined by the details.

Just like the gatekeeper Confucian scholars of the ancient virtues, excellent grades are just the foundation. If you want to be competent, you must at least understand the many forces in the world and the characteristics of the masters.

Just for this point alone, his abilities are far superior to those of the leaders of the third-rate sects in the Jianghu.

Lin Chongyang put the location of Zhengjian here for the same purpose, in the final analysis it is still those four words.

There is no grievance or enmity between the two parties, and the other party's character is not bad, so there is no need to make a big fanfare for this certificate, and it is enough for the parties to know the result.

If it is under the watchful eyes of everyone, even if the person concerned doesn't care, the follow-up impact will not be good.

This is the Jianghu, and in the final analysis it is still those four words, just those four words.

.........

After a while, three rainbow lights landed at the same time, Jiangnan Chunxin and Yi Qiunian consciously retreated to the side, the two had already known each other on the way there.

For his friend's visit to Zhengjian, Yi Qiunian actually disapproves of it, but he can't stop his friend's determination, and no one can stop him, so he can only help him.

The two people's understanding of Lin Chongyang was actually only the scene of thousands of swords blazing in the past, and the follow-up propaganda of Confucianism did not have much dry content.

But it was the scene of thousands of swords screaming together, which strengthened Moliujian's belief in coming to prove the sword, because he went forward indomitably, regardless of everything, and only wanted the perfect sword attainment.

"Since it is a proof sword, let's shine the sword."

Lin Chongyang didn't open his mouth, it was not a voice, but a sword intent that reached people's hearts, and the sword intent of benevolence and kindness knocked on people's hearts and conveyed his thoughts.

It is the product of the improvement of cultivation base in the secret realm of Tianqiao in the past. If the opponent's cultivation base is too poor, or the will is not strong, you don't need to actually fight, and you will be weaker when you meet face to face.

"Please."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Liujian's true essence moved, and a huge sword was thrown into the air from behind. Then, the streamer shot towards the hilt of the sword, and with a palm movement, the sharp sword came out of its sheath.

Its blade is blue-black, very sharp, and designed to be divided into two.

Seeing this, Lin Chongyang appeared in the form of a dragon, and the two confronted each other with swords, and the atmosphere was solemn for a moment.

In the next moment, the body did not move, but the mind moved first, and the energy splashed everywhere, and the momentum was magnificent.

A wave of smoke and dust erupted centered on the two of them, and everywhere it touched were crossed sword marks, since it was a witness sword, Lin Chongyang did not use force to suppress them.

Seeing this scene, Yi Qiunian, who was watching the battle from a distance, was also relieved, and at the same time sighed, this Confucian master is worthy of the title of Emperor of the Sword, and his moral character is so high that ordinary people can't match it.

"kill!"

After drinking awe-inspiringly, the Moliu sword moved first, swift and fierce like a cheetah, and the sword edge radiated a gloomy cold light, attacking Lin Chongyang.

clang!
The sword's edge clashed, and the sword's intent clashed, just like the scene of thousands of swords screaming in the past reappeared before the eyes. Mo Liujian had a firm mind and quickly broke free from it.

"not bad."

Still conveying the meaning with meaning, but not concealing the meaning of appreciation. The bigger the flaw in his mood, the more passive he will be when facing him. Mo Liujian can do this step, and the distance is not far away.

"The sword weeps blood!"

But seeing Mo Liujian's shape change, he gave up the temptation, and started with a decisive move, the swordsmanship was wild and wild, and the moves were as heavy as Mount Tai.

The devil is the same as the sword, going forward indomitably, even if it is lost today, there will be no regrets or regrets.

"My heart is clear!"

Just like the eternity of the sky, the change of the poor's heart, the enemy's opportunity is predicted first, when it is done, it is done, and when it is stopped, it is stopped.

Ding Ding Ding-!
The sword momentum of the Moliu sword is indomitable, and the sword moves of his body are brought into full play, and he continues to launch offensives.

Between Lin Chongyang's dismantling and breaking moves, the way of the sword is constantly changing: fast, heavy, strange, ruthless, light, clever, and clever.

During the clash of swords, Mo Liujian discovered that no matter how his attack changes, he is in the opponent's control, and every move and style is dismantled and broken by the opponent with different sword ways.

"kill!"

The crazier his eyes, the more ferocious his swordplay, the calmer Mo Liujian's heart became.

"With this one move, if you can come out, you will have a bright future in the future."

Although it is a single move, it is far better than thousands of moves. Lin Chongyang's sword will resonate, and his moves are measured.

The sound of gold and iron screaming is endless, like rain hitting a plantain, like pearls falling on a jade plate.

The king of swords, the demon of swords, the top swordsman, the most extreme sword confrontation.

Blood splattered, the atmosphere of death was shrouded, and Mo Liujian suffered countless wounds.

But even he himself didn't realize that none of these wounds were fatal.

"The magic sword weeps blood!"

Move the true essence again, but the sword in Moliujian's palm splits into two impressively.

The sword is divided into two parts, and the sword energy is released at the same time, trying to break free from the predicament.

"not enough."

I saw Yinglong's sword turned, and the spirit of the emperor and the gentleman split out. Lin Chongyang was holding two swords, and then he broke the magic flow sword.

Two different sword intents run through the two swords, and Lin Chongyang re-mastered the rhythm of the battle. If he remembers correctly, although the early magic flow sword created the scar of the wind, the limitations are too large, and the two swordsmanship cannot be used at the same time.

After Moliujian received the move, he suffered several wounds on his body. He knew from the beginning of his sword practice that only by doing everything he could, could he have the possibility of breaking through to the peak. At that time he practiced the sword with a living person. Today he will use himself His life is also on the line.

"I also ask the master to do my best. If my true skills stop here, I will die without regret."

He accepted the other party's wishes, but the journey to prove the sword should end with the defeat of one party.

If not, it would be an insult to the sword, a lifetime of regret, and a lifetime of guilt.

"Then, accept the move."

Sensing the opponent's belief, while Lin Chongyang sighed in his heart, he regained his sword momentum.

Although he has already provided a reasonable route for the opponent, as long as he breaks through his trick, he can break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly; but the opponent obviously does not want to do this, or this is not enough.

As expected, the magic flow sword of this era.

The two swords intertwined behind his back, Lin Chongyang's real head of state luck, his Dao heart was revealed, and the decisive victory appeared.

"Ask for peace of mind and think without thinking!"

An Ze has a strong Dao heart, and after the Dao heart, it is the ultimate—targeting weaknesses!
Before the move was made, only the sword intent spread, and that restraint force made Moliu's sword power bend by three points, and countless bloodstains appeared on his body.

Then, the sword came out!
Mo Liujian knew that this was the last move.

If the speed is not enough, die; if the strength is not enough, die.

Despite the gurgling blood flowing, Mo Liujian's heart was truly at peace at this moment.

Tick!Tick!
Blood dripped, but time seemed to stand still at this moment; consciousness seemed to return to the past.

The Heavenly Demon ruled the Demon Realm, he and Zhu Tian did not want to be bound by the Heavenly Demon Record, so they chose to leave.

Zhu Tian founded the Demon Sword Dao, but he has no interest in martial arts struggles, so he put all his energy into pursuing the ultimate swordsmanship.

Although there were missteps and mistakes in the middle, but after being enlightened by his good friend Yi Qiunian, he has also changed his ways.

Looking back on the past, facing up to the original heart, the magic flow sword moved.

"Magic Sword!"

"Wind Scar!"

Yokono's crazy magic flow sword, the calm and joyful wind trace, and the black and white staggered figure are proofs of breaking through himself, and the combination of the two figures is the ultimate sublimation.

The Moliu sword was handed out, as fast as a shooting star, but as heavy as Mount Tai.

(End of this chapter)