The first among the heavens begins with martial arts

Chapter 227
Qian Heng talked eloquently and revealed a lot of information, making Song Que dizzy and confused.

For an ancient person, the information density contained in these words is too high.

However, Tiandao was very human after all, and quickly recovered his composure.

"The national teacher does have a way of teaching the scriptures, no wonder Yang Guang obeys your advice."

Qian Heng felt a little helpless, he was telling the truth, but the other party refused to believe it.

However, this is also normal. A martial artist like Song Que who has climbed to the top has an extremely firm belief in his heart. They have a deep understanding of the world and life, and they will never be easily swayed by others. It is absolutely impossible to rely on words alone. Convincing others, this is why he has to do it himself.

Only a display of unrivaled strength can shatter the stubbornness of these powerful men and reshape their view of the world for their own use.

"Everything I said is true, and there is absolutely no half-word falsehood. As for Tiandao's unwillingness to believe it, that is your own business."

Song Que sneered, "Don't gossip, the national teacher came all the way, probably not just to see me?"

Qian Heng smiled lightly and said, "I do ask Tiandao for help with something." He told what he was going to do, and invited Song Que to do it with the introduction of magical skills.

Song Que pondered for a moment, and said, "If it's just to help, it's okay, but in my opinion, the national teacher's vague words, I'm afraid it's not just for this matter, is it?"

"After connecting to the other world, what will happen?"

Song Que's question pointed to the point and pointed out the key point.

Qian Heng didn't shy away from it, saying: "If the two worlds are connected, they will naturally merge into one."

"Then the question is, which side is the master of the state division?"

The answer to this question is well known to both of them. If this realm is to be the main one, they will naturally not be in a hurry to open a large formation to connect the two realms.

Qian Heng can sweep the world by himself. If other worlds are the main ones, the world of pornography will be reduced to a secondary position.

Qian Heng was rarely choked, so he paused and said, "I don't know what the boss thinks about the world and the common people?"

Song Que calmly said: "I don't count opinions, I just don't want to become a slave to a subjugated country."

"The general trend of the world, Hao Hao Tang Tang is unstoppable, who can do what they want."

Qian Heng said softly: "I know that the lord's heart is Han, but the country in the other world is also Han. The language, writing, culture, food, classics and clothes are all exactly the same, and the prosperity is dozens of times better than that of Yang Sui. After unification, there is no need to shave. Wouldn't it be great to be able to blend in with Fa Yifu?"

"Hahaha……"

Song Que laughed wildly for a long time before he stopped, "They are far apart in two worlds, so the same words and language can be regarded as the same origin. In terms of blood relationship, they are probably farther than people from the Great Western Great Qin."

Qian Heng also laughed, "In the heart of the lord, what are the people of China?"

Song Que said: "The blood of Xuanyuan speaks the language of the Central Plains, wears his hair on the right lapel, and inherits the culture of the Three Emperors."

"If there is a foreigner who speaks the language of the Central Plains, writes the words of the Central Plains, and his words and deeds do not exceed the righteousness of the sage, and regards himself as the people of China, throwing his head and blood for the interests of China, is he a citizen of China."

Song Que said decisively: "This person is considered a citizen of China."

Qian Heng smiled lightly and said, "The people in that world are also descendants of Xuanyuan's blood. Everything they say and do meets the requirements of the lord. According to the standard of the lord, they are naturally Chinese citizens."

"That's different!"

"What is the difference?"

"This world and another world are the biggest difference!"

Qian Heng sneered and said: "The lord should have read Yi, and understand that everything is changing all the time. The only constant in the world is change itself. If you have to stick to the old, being eliminated is inevitable. With me, the overall situation is two worlds." Integration, this is an irreversible trend.”

Song Que's face sank like water, and he said, "You are indeed the big picture, and you are indeed irresistible, but can you reverse my desire to fight against you?"

A strange feeling arose in Qian Heng's heart. This was the first warrior who had shown unparalleled strength after he returned to the human world and was determined to fight him to the end.

This kind of behavior is unquestionably hitting a stone with a pebble.

There are many people with integrity in the arena, and there are also many people who are mavericks and only act according to their own temper, but under his continuous beating and righteousness, none of these people choose to oppose him.

Only Song Que is determined to fight against himself because he resists the future that has not yet appeared.

No, it cannot be called a struggle, but rather a martyrdom.

He had made up his mind to die.

"It seems that you are going to decline my invitation?"

"The way is different, so don't talk too much!"

Song Que slowly pulled out the saber and laid it across his chest. The body of this saber is as thin as silk, as soft and dexterous as a feather, and it also oozes out the crystal light, and the sharp air comes out through the body. It is the famous saber Narcissus .

It was from this sword that he realized the world-renowned eight tactics of the Heavenly Sword.

Qian Heng sighed lightly: "Then let me learn the Eight Skills of the Heavenly Sword."

As soon as his words fell, Song Que had already made a move.

The Heavenly Wind Ring Wear of the Eight Skills of the Heavenly Knife.

The light of the knife is ethereal and hard to find, surrounded by mist, like a fairy riding the wind in the clouds to come and go, although you can't see it, there is the sonorous sound of fairy music on the ring, which is hard to figure out.

Qian Heng stood motionless like a stake, smiling and watching the magnificent saber technique, with a relaxed and peaceful expression.

His gaze never left Narcissus, and no matter how Song Que changed, he was still unable to hide his intentions.

Unable to even find a chance to make a move, Song Que turned his saber and moved on to the next tactic.

Xiaoxiang Shuiyun of the Eight Skills of the Heavenly Sword.

This knife is shrouded in mist, with water, light and cloud shadows hidden, endless flow, infinite state of mind, so dense and soft that it can be called the king of knife skills.

As delicate as a cow's hair and as flexible as a spider's silk, the saber air is woven into a web, wrapping the head towards the enemy layer by layer. Ordinary warriors have no strength to tear through the fine saber air net, and then they are exhausted little by little in the battle.

But this trick is not enough to deal with Qian Heng.

Although the flexible saber energy is dense, its lethality is greatly reduced, and it cannot be fatal to the strong of heaven and man.

The air suddenly fluctuated, Qian Heng opened his mouth and sucked in, the invisible suction acted on his body for several feet, and the saber air net was swallowed into his stomach in an instant and disappeared.

"tasty!"

Song Que was indifferent, one move was broken, and he immediately transformed into the next move.

The clear spring on the stone of the Bajue of the Heavenly Sword.

The knife-style that seemed to flow continuously turned into a stream of clear spring water that pierced the rocks and rocks, and the narcissus blade drew a blue glow, following a beautiful arc that surpassed any words, and attacked Qian Heng. .

Water dripping through rocks lies in perseverance, and the faint blue light of the knife contains a timeless flavor that will continue to surge even if the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, intending to penetrate Qian Heng's sacred mountain.

In the blink of an eye, Song Que heard a familiar voice in his heart.

"I like the artistic conception of this knife."

Qian Heng pointed his finger up like a sword, and also thrust out a sword.

The tip of the sword also draws an indescribably graceful arc, striking each other with the unwavering firmness of the vicissitudes of life.

The Narcissus Knife seemed to be frozen in time, unable to move forward or backward. Song Que's face turned from white to red, and then from red to purple, before he withdrew the knife.

"There is no need to use these tricks to test, use your strongest move."

Taking a deep breath to calm down the Qi and blood, Song Que said in a deep voice, "The National Teacher is indeed invincible, and take my ninth blow."

Facing an unprecedentedly powerful enemy, his fighting spirit has boiled to the extreme, but on the contrary, his heart has become more and more quiet.

Victory and defeat, life and death, the world, ambitions, love, family affection, everything in the world and even himself are all forgotten by him, and they can no longer affect him in the slightest.

This is not ruthless way, but extreme concentration.

There is nothing but the sword.

But this is not the end, it's just the beginning.

His state of mind continued to improve, and gradually, he couldn't even remember the knife in his hand, and only the enemy remained in his mind.

This is the state he dreamed of - forgetting the sword after getting it.

Under Qian Heng's oppression, he naturally crossed this natural barrier and reached a new peak.

At this moment, he merged with all things in the world and became an indestructible sharp knife, destroying all enemies.

This is the real sword of heaven, man and sky are in harmony, and sky is the sword of man.

No one in the world can defeat this kind of saber technique, even a strong man who can shatter alone, can't do anything to him.

And if you find an evenly matched opponent with a big move, you can penetrate the void and open the fairy gate.

A strong aura shot up into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds, and there were several thunderbolts in a row in an instant. Before he could cut out with the knife, the clouds in the sky were divided into two halves, and a straight knife mark stretched for several miles appeared.

Song Shidao and others who were guarding outside were stunned, looking at the incredible celestial phenomenon, they were speechless in a daze.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this celestial phenomenon is by no means a natural occurrence. Song Shidao wondered whether this season has anything to do with his father.

He wanted to go in and have a look, but when the idea just came up, he felt a great sense of crisis in his heart, which made him dare not act without authorization.

But he didn't speak, but someone else spoke.

Song Yuzhi's beautiful eyes flowed, her voice was charming, and she looked anxiously at the grinding knife hall and said, "The situation is too weird, uncle, do you know what happened?"

Song Zhi and Song Lu naturally didn't know, their martial arts hadn't advanced yet, and they couldn't understand the strange appearance of the clouds at all.

"Can you go in and have a look?"

Song Yuzhi acted like a baby to her elder brother. She was loved by the whole family since she was a child, even her father couldn't do anything about her, and she believed that she would not be scolded. She has always been very courageous.

Song Shidao held on to his younger sister who was eager to try, and said with a wry smile: "You should wait honestly. I wanted to go in and have a look just now, but when I thought about it, I realized that there was a thorn in my back. The current Sharpening Hall must be very dangerous."

Song Shidao is also the only one of the younger generation of the Song family who has been promoted to a congenital master. In terms of martial arts, he is second only to his father Song Que.

Unable to enter and watch, several people could only guess what happened, but they still couldn't figure it out. During the debate, the door of the Sharpening Hall suddenly opened.

Song Que and Qian Heng talked and laughed, appearing in front of everyone.

Seeing Qian Heng, who was three points more handsome than Song Que, everyone reacted quite differently.

Song Yuzhi blushed pretty, lowered his head and dared not speak, Song Shidao was puzzled, he couldn't remember when someone entered the knife grinding hall, Song Lu and Song Zhi noticed that Song Que's body was trembling slightly, with his martial arts, this book It's totally not going to happen.

(End of this chapter)