I hang up and lie flat in the world of martial arts

Chapter 122 Sword Intent of Thousand Lakes
Bang!

With tiles and gravel scattered.

Four figures fell vertically from the roof.

"Leave this to him, and the outside to me." Zhao Lingyue's voice came from next to my ear.

When Qi Xuan heard the words, he silently retreated to the door.

He was about to say something, but found that Zhao Lingyue had already floated out of the ruined temple.

Qi Xuan sighed softly, turned his head and glanced at the blind beggar who was already wrestling with the four of them, then tapped his feet, and disappeared from the temple like a ghost.

Outside the ruined temple.

When Zhao Lingyue stepped out, she saw a person standing on the top of the carriage.

The man was dressed in black, with a mask of blue and fangs on his face.

Seeing Zhao Lingyue coming out, the masked man suddenly let out a strange scream.

"Whoosh" two figures swept out from the left and right of the carriage, and attacked Zhao Lingyue with a faint sound of breaking wind.

The speed of the two was extremely fast, and they were in front of Zhao Lingyue in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Lingyue's figure was nimble, she sideways avoided the attacking palm, and then raised her palm to meet the pale palm of another person.

"Oh!"

A muffled sound.

The person facing Zhao Lingyue flew backward like a cannonball.

Zhao Lingyue, who instantly repelled one person, did not have a trace of joy in her eyes, she tilted her head slightly, and a pale hand brushed her ear and passed directly.

Looking away from the corner of the eye, the nails on that hand were as long as sharp swords, shining with a seductive turquoise light.

There was a trace of caution in Zhao Lingyue's eyes, and then she turned around suddenly, pointing to the sword, and pointed at the chest of the visitor...

With a "poof", the sword energy passed through his chest.

On the other hand, Zhao Lingyue's eyes narrowed slightly, and then she retreated abruptly!

Zhao Lingyue settled down, and her eyes fell on the chest of the other party who had just been pierced by her sword energy.

The clothes there had been destroyed, revealing a very strange silver skin.

Where Zhao Lingyue's sword energy penetrated, a fingernail-sized hole could be seen with the naked eye, and the blood color inside could be faintly seen.

But... not a trace of blood flowed out of this piercing wound!
Zhao Lingyue took a deep breath: "Are you a human or a ghost?"

coax!
The person who was blown away by Zhao Lingyue's palm had also flew towards him.

The two stood side by side, and their dull eyes focused on Zhao Lingyue again.

"The two of them should not be alive." Qi Xuan's voice sounded from behind.

Zhao Lingyue didn't change any expression when she heard this.

She had already discovered it when she had just fought against the two of them.

The two people in front of them are simply two breathing corpses!
Yes.

Corpses breathe!
The sound of long breathing between the two mouths is not difficult to detect.

But they have no heartbeat.

Zhao Lingyue seemed to think of something suddenly, and her face gradually sank.

"Qi Xuan, I need your help." She said slowly.

"Okay!" Qi Xuanli stood at the gate of the ruined temple behind Zhao Lingyue. When he heard Zhao Lingyue's request for help, he agreed without hesitation.

Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Two figures attacked Zhao Lingyue again.

"Help me take these two people down, but don't hurt their bodies!" Zhao Lingyue looked at the black-clothed ghost-masked man on the roof of the carriage as she spoke, "I'll go and take that man down!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Lingyue's figure disappeared instantly.

The two who had already killed them flew into the air, and there seemed to be a little confusion in their godless eyes.

Just at this moment, a figure drifted over.

Before the two of them could react, Qi Xuan stretched out both palms and stamped on their chests respectively.

White frost emerged from the palm.

In less than a breath, both of their bodies were covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

Bang, bang!
Two stiff bodies fell on their backs.

Simply not too simple.

Qi Xuan thought to himself.

At this time, Zhao Lingyue was already fighting with the ghost-masked man in black.

Qi Xuan just glanced at it, and then a smile appeared in his eyes.

"Yinfengclaw, hehe..."

……

In the dense forest outside the ruined temple.

"Zhao Lingyue is also in the ruined temple. Is it really feasible to make such a hasty move?" The speaker spoke stiffly, dressed in different clothes, and stepped on a pair of wooden clogs. He was dressed like a Japanese warrior.

Beside him, another person was dressed in white, with a mask of blue and fangs on his face.

"It's not just Zhao Lingyue, Qi Xuan who killed your brother is also among them." The masked man in white slowly tilted his head, his voice dark like a ghost.

When the Dongying warrior heard the words, a strong killing intent burst out in his eyes.But it was calm in an instant.

He said lightly: "It's a disgrace to the Fujiwara family that such a waste as Fujiwara Qianjun died in the hands of a brat!"

"Hehehe..."

The ghost-masked man in white let out a sinister laugh, and then fell silent.

At this moment, a scream suddenly sounded out of thin air.

"No, something happened to Heiwuchang!" The ghost-masked man in white said in a concentrated voice.

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a "crash" sound, and then a black figure appeared in the forest.

"Be careful, there are two more people ahead." Qi Xuan's voice sounded again in the ear of Zhao Lingyue, who was closely following the ghost-masked man in black.

At such a close distance, Zhao Lingyue has already noticed two powerful auras in front of her.

She felt a chill in her heart.

Qi Xuan asked himself to let go of the ghost-masked man in black on purpose, saying that there were two other people hiding in the dense forest.

In the end, he was really right!

Seeing the figure of the ghost-masked man in black slowing down, she also slowed down, and then turned around to look,

On a bare tree trunk, Qi Xuan was nodding and smiling at her.

When the ghost-faced man in black stopped in an open terrain, two other people had been waiting here for a long time.

The first person to catch Zhao Lingyue's eyes was naturally the ghost-masked man in white.

"As expected of the second lady of Qianhu Villa." The white-clothed ghost-masked man smiled sullenly, "Even the silver-armored corpse that His Majesty painstakingly refined couldn't stop you."

Silver Armored Corpse...

Qi Xuan stood on a towering tree not far from them, and the words of the ghost-masked man in white came into his ears clearly.

Recalling the two people who were frozen by him just now, the exposed silver skin is worthy of the title "Silver Armored Corpse".

Seeing that the three of them had already surrounded her with corners, when she heard the word "Zun Shang" mentioned in the mouth of the white-clothed ghost, Zhao Lingyue chuckled immediately: "Who am I? This place is sneaking and pretending to be a ghost, so it turns out to be a rat from Wugou Villa!"

After Zhao Lingyue revealed his identity, the ghost-masked man in white immediately fell silent.

"Miss Zhao, your face is indeed as beautiful as the rumors say." At this moment, a slightly stiff voice sounded.

Zhao Lingyue looked sideways and found that it was a man dressed as a Japanese warrior.

"People from Dongying?" Zhao Lingyue raised her eyebrows, saw the pattern on the man's clothes, and then sneered, "So it's from the Fujiwara family."

"Hi, here is Kenichiro Fujiwara." Dongying people looked at Zhao Lingyue with naked desire in their eyes.

"Although Fujiwara Hidetora lost from the Central Plains in disgrace back then, he was considered number one." Zhao Lingyue continued with a sneer, "Why is the Fujiwara family now reduced to being with these hide-and-seek rats?"

"Zhao Lingyue!" The white-clothed masked man could hear the strong anger in his tone, "Do you really think we can do nothing to you?"

"Go!"

As the white masked man yelled, he shot at the same time as the black masked man who had kept silent.

Both of them bent their fingers and attacked Zhao Lingyue like sharp claws.

This scene naturally fell into Qi Xuan's eyes.

"Sure enough, it's Yinfeng Claw." Qi Xuan smiled, and then said to himself, "It's because you have broken through the iron shoes and have nowhere to look, so you came here by yourself!"

Yinfeng Claw is the martial art of Yinfengshi.

And Feng Jiuqing once said that the Yinfeng Envoy who died in the hands of Qi Xuan was supported by Lu Song, the Yinhun Envoy.

It can be seen that, except for the cold jade mask,
The martial arts heritage of the Yinfeng Envoy is also in the hands of Lu Song, the Yinhun Envoy.

The identity of the remnants of the Yinyue Sect is very sensitive. Unless it is someone Lu Song trusts, he will not spread the martial arts of the Yinyue Sect to the outside world.

Right now, the black and white ghost-masked men both use Yinfeng Claws!

Presumably, the two have a close relationship with Lu Song.

……

Facing the siege of the black and white ghost-masked men, Zhao Lingyue did not lose the wind in the slightest, and even faintly overwhelmed the two of them.

It was the white-clothed ghost-masked man who was forced back by a single finger of sword energy, and couldn't help shouting at Fujiwara Kenichiro who was watching the fun: "Don't do it yet, don't forget the agreement with your lord!"

"Ugh--"

Kenichiro Fujiwara sighed softly when he heard the words, looked at Zhao Lingyue who was agile with fiery eyes, and then slowly pulled out a short knife from his waist.

"I'm sorry, beautiful Miss Zhao!"

"Shura Slash!"

Accompanied by a shout, black saber energy slashed out!

Squeak!

The air of the knife passed by, as if the air was burned.

Zhao Lingyue glanced out of the corner of her eye, and immediately turned around in the air, dodging the sharp claws of the ghost-masked man in black.

After standing still, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Sa!
The black and white ghost-masked figures froze at the same time.

Tick, tick, tick...

There was the sound of water in my ears.

The ghost-masked man in white looked down, and saw that his feet were actually standing on the sparkling water.

Sword Intent!

Qi Xuan, who was watching every move below from the top of the tree, couldn't help showing surprise.

This is the second time he has seen Zhao Lingyue use her sword intent.

It is the same as the artistic conception created by Fu Yunrong and Feng Jiuqing at the beginning,
The essence of sword intent is also to draw the opponent into the artistic conception created by the swordsman himself.

It was a small world completely dominated by the swordsman himself.

The deeper the swordsman understands his own sword intent, the more realistic the artistic conception he creates will be.

People who are drawn into the artistic conception will receive the same damage in reality according to the true degree of the artistic conception.

Swish!
A sword made of water pierced through the right rib of the masked man in white.

Enduring the severe pain, the masked man in white touched the wound...

It was warm to the touch.

He retracted his hand and put it in front of his nose to smell it.

fishy, ​​sweet...

"I really hurt!"

"No, everything in front of me is fake!" The masked man in white looked at the stretches of lakes in front of him, and his words revealed despair.

And at this moment, as the ripples spread out on the surface of the lake, in the center of each lake, the lake water slowly condensed into the air, and in the blink of an eye, a glistening sword was formed!

……

Qi Xuan saw that the right abdomen of the masked man in white was dyed red.

He knew that he had fallen into Zhao Lingyue's sword intent and couldn't extricate himself.

"what!"

At this moment, a scream resounded through the forest.

The black-clothed masked man with the worst martial arts among the three fell to the ground, neighing in pain.

"my eyes!"

"Hands, legs!"

……

"Sword Intent?"

Seeing the endless lake in front of him, and the gradually condensed sword above the lake, Kenichiro Fujiwara's eyes instantly became stern.

At this time, the sword above the lake has been condensed.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Accompanied by bursts of piercing sound.

Swords like raindrops struck towards Fujiwara Kenichiro.

"call--"

Kenichiro Fujiwara let out a deep breath, and then slowly closed his eyes. A trace of black breath gradually overflowed from under his body, gradually blackening the surface of the lake where he was standing...

When the transparent sword tip was about to touch the tip of his nose, Fujiwara Kenichiro suddenly opened his eyes.

"Asura Purgatory!"

He held the dagger tightly with both hands, and with a loud shout, the black air under his feet exploded instantly!

Kaka…

There was the sound of something breaking.

Bang!
Everything in front of me collapsed in an instant like a landslide.

There was a trace of fear in Fujiwara Kenichiro's eyes, and then the churning qi could no longer be suppressed...

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Fujiwara Kenichiro fell to his knees powerlessly, his vision gradually became blurred, and then slowly returned to clarity...

What came into view was a withered yellow leaf.

A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Fujiwara Kenichiro's mouth.

He escaped from the sword intent.

"Well, your Asura Slash is quite accomplished." A pleasant voice made Kenichiro Fujiwara's smile freeze.

"Qi Xuan!" Then Zhao Lingyue's voice sounded again, and a bit of sullenness could be heard faintly.

"I'm sorry, I was curious for a while!" Qi Xuan, who appeared at this moment, was embarrassed, and didn't dare to look Zhao Lingyue directly in the eyes.

He was just curious about Zhao Lingyue's sword intent.

So come down here and feel it.

I didn't expect my cultivation base to be too strong.

In Zhao Lingyue's sword intent, it only stayed for a moment, and it caused her artistic conception to completely collapse!

But at that moment, Qi Xuan still saw the endless lake.

"Is this your sword intent?" Qi Xuan quickly changed the topic, and said with a smile: "It is very consistent with Qianhu Villa."

Zhao Lingyue gave him a rather dissatisfied look.

Kenichiro Fujiwara's expression was a little dull. Hearing what the two of them said, he recalled the scene of the landslide when he just escaped from the artistic conception.

It turns out...it's not my own ability to escape from the artistic conception!

"what--"

The ghost-masked man in black continued to howl.

Zhao Lingyue walked over and directly lifted off the mask on his face, revealing an ordinary face, his eyes had already been stained with blood.

The ghost-masked man in white was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Qi Xuan walked over and lifted his mask.

This face looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

The white-clothed ghost-masked man's chest rose and fell slightly, apparently still alive.

But the white clothes on the right abdomen and chest have been stained scarlet with blood.

"Your artistic conception has reached such a point." Qi Xuan couldn't help sighing as he looked at the wound of the ghost-masked man in white.

Being able to cause substantial damage in the artistic conception shows that she has comprehended the sword intent to an extreme state.

Zhao Lingyue just shook her head when she heard the words: "My Qianhu sword intent can only hurt people, and the range covered by the sword intent is no more than a hundred steps. Compared with a real sword master, there is still a big gap."

A real swordsman...

With the blessing of sword intent, Zhao Lingyue is already invincible at the same level.

Unless it's someone like Qi Xuan whose cultivation level is too high for her artistic conception to accommodate.

But how many people in the world can have Qi Xuan's almost peak cultivation.

In this world, who else could be worthy of what Zhao Lingyue called a real master of swordsmanship.

As if seeing Qi Xuan's doubts, Zhao Lingyue said bluntly: "If you participate in this martial arts conference, you will be able to see the Heaven-cutting Sword Intent of the True Martial Sword School, known as the sect of swordsmanship in the world."

(End of this chapter)