The first among the heavens begins with martial arts

Chapter 117 Flying Immortals Outside the Sky
The two warring parties suddenly separated again, facing each other at a distance of five feet.

Ye Gucheng's face was stern. At this point, he already knew that the opponent's strength was far superior to his own. Although he hadn't come out with the ultimate move, he had tried his best, but he still couldn't touch the corner of the opponent's clothes.

Qian Heng didn't even show his weapon, but occasionally hit Feihong's sword spine with his hand, which made Ye Gucheng return without success.

This incredible martial art is much higher than the number one sword in the world in his memory.

He couldn't even understand why Qian Heng's martial arts were so high, even though the opponent's age was only weak.

"What kind of martial arts do you practice?"

Qian Heng smiled faintly, "Synopsis of the Golden Chamber."

Ye Gucheng can’t be said to have read poetry and books, but he has extraordinary knowledge. He knows that part of the Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases written by the medical sage Zhang Zhongjing is the Synopsis of the Golden Chamber, but isn’t this a medical book?

"The one you think of is just the same name and surname, but the content is not quite the same."

Qian Heng stood with his hands behind his back, "I want to see your Flying Immortal."

Ye Gucheng said coldly: "You will see."

Until now, he still hasn't caught the change of Qian Heng's aura, and he can't find a chance to strike the sword. Even in the fierce battle, the opponent's aura is as stable as a constant, so he dare not strike rashly.

Suddenly, a flaw appeared in Qian Heng. In a blink of an eye, he seized this insignificant opportunity and made a bold move.

Flying Immortals!

The brilliant light of the sword illuminates the sky, as if a fairy descended from the sky, traveling through time and space, turning the end of the world into a close distance, and swaying a sword like a dream and a poem.

This sword is formed by gathering the charm of the Eight Immortals of the Upper Cave, like light and shadow, like clouds and fog, floating in the sky, returning to the world, the blue sky and white clouds, flawless and unstained.

If the No.15 sword is derived from the death that all things and spirits can't avoid, then this sword is the soul's pursuit of detachment and freedom.

Ye Gucheng turned his attachment to Xiaoyao and infinite yearning into swordsmanship, fantasizing that he has become a fairy, soaring in the two worlds of heaven and man, riding the wind and clouds, and wantonly between heaven and earth.

This kind of swordsmanship, soaring above the nine heavens, moving like a thunder, as fast as an aurora, with thousands of changes in one sword, is the pinnacle of ecstasy, better than all other moves except the No.15 sword, Shi Guanyin's man can't see it Compared with it, it's like a cloud of mud.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Qian Heng had a straight face, even he had to keep up his spirits in the face of this sword from beyond the sky.

When the mind enters the ancient well, there is no wave, and everything around it is reflected, everything is like a mirror, illusory and unreal.

He referred to the sword, did not use the dream of the starry sky, and did not use the sword art of the fairy gate, but purely based on the kendo accumulated by himself, which is also the most suitable sword.

Split the sky into the sea!

The unbelievably sharp sword seemed to penetrate the endless sky, and no one or anything could block the sword.

This sword is simple and unpretentious, the sword light is bright but not glaring, and there is no overwhelming momentum or coercion, it is just a simple stab.

The power of this sword is terrifying. Seeing mountains and splitting mountains, crossing rivers and breaking rivers, crossing seas and dividing seas, flying into the sky and splitting the sky, wherever the sword's edge passes, everything tangible and intangible, both qualitative and intangible, will be cut to pieces, and even the void will burst into flames. Ripples.

This sword is also derived from the deepest and most fundamental wish in Qian Heng's heart, which is his resistance to restraint, condemnation of fate, longing for freedom, and pursuit of dreams.

The two swords yearning for freedom clashed together, as if thousands of times had occurred in an instant, the invisible sword energy stirred up the air within a radius of ten feet into a mess, and no one outside the range could see it. Clear the figures of the two.

The sound of ding ding's clashing swords was as dense as rain and waterfalls, and a song of sword gallbladder and qin was played, which resounded throughout the Forbidden City, making people mesmerized.

The swordsman's confrontation has reached its climax. In this situation, masters of the same level must concentrate on it. If they are distracted, they will die without a place to bury them.

A blaze shot straight into the sky, bursting into bursts of fireworks in the sky.

"It's about to start!"

Chu Liuxiang sighed, and turned his gaze to Longevity Mountain in the darkness.

At the same time, the sound of a large number of forbidden troops marching sounded, and the soldiers in charge of maintaining order also adjusted their positions under the scolding of their respective officers, and surrounded the five people.

Seeing in the picture, the orthodox masters who were disguised as small soldiers also showed their true colors one after another, and surrounded five people together with the great masters.

Mu Taoist pulled off the human skin mask on his face, and nodded to several people.

"Everyone, I didn't expect that we would meet on such an occasion."

Except for Lian Xing, he was familiar with everyone else, especially Chu Liuxiang and Xue Yiren, who were regarded as friends.

"Yeah, it's really unimaginable to be here today."

Xue Yiren sighed, the changes in the world were bizarre, like white clouds and dogs, he never imagined that one day he would make such a bold decision.

Chu Liuxiang stared at Hua Zhenzhen, smiled and said, "You are here too."

"I am coming."

The head of Huashan had a complex expression, and he drew out his sharp sword, "I won't keep my hand."

Li Xunhuan burst out laughing, he really didn't expect Xiangshuai to meet his old lover in this scene.

"Actually, we can't fight."

Mr. Tang snorted coldly, "Could it be that Li Tanhua thinks that he can scare us off with his reputation."

Huo Xiu said sadly: "Surrounded by the army, let alone five of you, even if there are five more, it will only add a few more lives."

Yan Shisan said indifferently: "We are indeed not strong enough to deal with the army, but if you want to escape, I'm afraid you can't stop it."

Dugu Yihe said coldly, "You guys think too highly of yourself, Brother Yan, you might as well look to the left."

Wealthy Sword Yin Xian raised his head and ate a lead pill, the next moment his aura rose endlessly, and soon surpassed the level of Grand Master, even surpassed Lian Xing and Li Xunhuan, his whole body exuded a storm-like tyrannical aura , the infinite vigor even made him levitate in the air.

Ding Ao, the star picker, took a long and narrow black box, tore it apart with a little force, and a red gun with a handle of two feet in length appeared in front of everyone.

A battle for supremacy in the battlefield, with my invincible vicious aura scattered in all directions, the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees by air, Ding Ao was like a devout believer, his eyes were full of fanaticism, holding the spear in his hand, this weapon seemed to have infinite power injected into it In his body, he seemed to have turned into a human-shaped murder weapon in an instant, exuding the same evil spirit and evil wind as a weapon.

The next moment, the two of them aimed at their target and rushed up. They knew that they didn't have much time, and they had to achieve enough results before the backlash came, so as not to be in vain for this shocking power.

Mu Taoist sighed, he actually wanted to delay with words for a while, as long as President Phoenix died under Ye Gucheng's sword or was killed by artillery fire, he can guarantee that most of these people will disperse, and this turmoil may not What a lot of casualties.

No one can guarantee that he can escape from Xiao Li Feidao, and he can't. If the conflict can be controlled, no one is willing to play the game of gambling except for those who are destined to die.

Ding Ao's target was Yan Shisan. He shot his spear straight away, and with a straight thrust without fancy, he made a fierce charge with thousands of horses and horses. In an instant, he seemed to become another person, a peerless spearman With the rebirth of his body, he will have a duel with Yan Shisan across the world.

Yin Xian stared at Lian Xing, the violent energy was continuously escaping from the lead pellets in his body, every inch of his flesh and blood was filled with unimaginable energy, and the meridians all over his body were broken every inch, it was just an incredible amount of energy Let him not die for a while, but this can only last for a few breaths, he must vent the excess energy, otherwise he will be blown to pieces by the violent energy.

At this time, he didn't even use a saber, he just punched out with a simple punch. The power of the overwhelming fist was not inferior to Yu Luocha's world robbery. The power of this punch was so vast that even Xue Yiren and Chu Liuxiang could Shrouded in, the strength has not yet reached the body, and the two felt as heavy and suffocating as being on the bottom of the sea.

Li Xunhuan was about to make a move when an old man with white hair and a two-foot-long cigarette stick appeared in front of him.

This old man's body is like a cloud, his mind is like a breeze, the tobacco rod in his hand is unpredictable, and it appears like magic, so that Li Xunhuan can't grasp its laws. Obviously, he is at least a semi-skilled warrior who can break through the magic barrier.

There are many masters who use sticks in the martial arts, but if you want to judge a number one, only the old man Tianji who retired from the world ten years ago after his duel with Shangguan Jinhong can get this evaluation without any objection.

"I didn't expect you to come to this muddy water all the time."

Sun Baifa smiled wryly, "In the world, who can escape? Ten years ago, I thought it was possible, but now I think it's just a deception."

Li Xun Huan said with a smile: "Maybe, after tonight, we can sit down and drink."

Sun Baifa was surprised that he could still laugh, so he said seriously: "Then it's settled."

In an instant, the five members of the Order of the Phoenix had already fought with the enemy, and the battle was so fierce that they were still above the two on the top of the Forbidden City.

Li Xunhuan was besieged by Old Man Tianji, Dugu Yihe, and Taoist Mu, trying to make him unable to throw the throwing knives that never failed.

Lian Xing was besieged by Hua Zhenzhen, Yin Xian, and Mr. Tang. Yin Xian focused on the main attack, Hua Zhenzhen's thirteen-style auxiliary attack, and Mr. Tang's hidden weapon checked for omissions. The three of them teamed up. It is impossible to win, but it is also possible. Hold Lian Xing firmly.

The battle between Yan Shisan and Ding Ao was full of dangers. He never let go of his heart and broke through the half-god's heart. Ding Ao, who was possessed by the gun god, was killed in a panic. He didn't have the No.15 sword. The domineering and brave marksmanship of the three armies can only protect his body, and he even has to seek Li Xunhuan's support repeatedly.

Master Tianfeng of Southern Shaolin was alone, and he was evenly matched with Xue Yiren. Xue Yiren took the initiative a little bit, but he still couldn't do anything to this divine monk. The state of sticking is like a smelly and hard tortoise shell, making Xue Yiren like a mouse pulling a tortoise, unable to start.

Chu Liuxiang's opponent is Huo Xiu, the richest man in the Ming Dynasty. The martial arts of the two are not on par, but he has two first-class masters, the Xiaoxiang swordsman Wei Ziyun and the desert eagle Tu Fang. There is no way to fight back.

Except for Yan Shisan, the others have tried their best, but they can only protect themselves. However, the imperial court still has a large number of masters watching from the periphery, putting pressure on several people.

The situation has become extremely dire.

(End of this chapter)