Start with Blue Silver Grass

Chapter 465 General outline of Xuantian Baolu
The grass grows and the orioles fly in February, the spring breeze blows, the snow on the eaves melts, and the weather becomes warmer.

The haze dissipated, and a scorching sun hung in the sky. Bathed in sunshine, everyone felt warm all over.

"Notting City", [Notting Junior Soul Master Academy].

On the playground, two pairs of vigorous figures are competing, with swords and swords shining, red and blue lights and shadows shining, like dazzling fireworks.

The steps under the feet of each figure have an indescribable charm, which dazzles the teachers, students and spectators who stop outside the venue.

Rong Nian Bing VS Luo Xiu!

Tang San VS Ding Zhiqiang!
All four of them were wearing white college uniforms, and their young faces were either excited, enthusiastic, or calm.

Rong Nianbing, with fluttering blond hair, was seen holding a white-blue dagger. Every time he waved it, snowflakes filled the sky, making people feel that they were still in the coldest month of winter.

Opposite was a broad and thick scimitar surrounded by orange-red flames. Under the control of its owner Luo Xiu, it was like a hunting falcon, catching every gap in the wind and snow.

The lights of the swords in the hands of the two intersected like the horns of antelopes, causing everyone outside the arena to scream in low voice.

On the side, another pair of people were fighting, but their momentum was lackluster.

Compared to the close-range duel between Rong Nian Bing and Luo Xiu, Tang San, who was determined to be a control type in the early stage, was cautious when facing Ding Zhiqiang, who was currently a support type.

The two sides kept a certain distance, with the palm of Tang San's right hand facing up, a light blue grass swaying in the wind, his hands folded together, and a soft blade of grass was sandwiched between the five fingers of his left and right hands.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!  …"

Tang San waved his hands quickly, and in an instant, dozens of blades of grass, blessed by soul power, shot through the air like flying knives, tearing apart the air in the middle, and appeared in front of Ding Zhiqiang in the blink of an eye.

"Chi~chi~chi..."

In a series of soft sounds, all the light blue grass blades were neatly divided into two halves, flying from the left and right sides of Ding Zhiqiang to behind him, and were nailed into the ground paved with stone slabs in the playground until nearly half of them were submerged!
As for Ding Zhiqiang, apart from taking half a step back at the beginning to leave room for a slow turn, a plain-looking gray and black iron sword appeared in the palm of his right hand.

What is surprising is that on the field, whether it is Rong Nian Bing, Luo Xiu, or Tang San, there is a bright yellow ring under their feet. Only Ding Zhiqiang's body is empty.

"Xiaoqiang is currently no match for classmate Tang San~"

Outside the court, Lin Er said softly with a flash of cyan light in his eyes.

"How...what do you say? Second brother?"

On the left side of Lin Er, Zhou Weiqing was chewing a piece of bamboo shoot as white as jade, and said vaguely: "Isn't Xiaoqiang having a fight with classmate Tang San..."

While the two were talking, Ding Zhiqiang moved his feet step by step, and the iron sword in his hand vibrated, accurately stabbing every sharp blade of grass in the air.

"Xiaoqiang's swordsmanship is indeed well practiced, with orderly advance and retreat, strict rules and regulations, and a balance of hardness and softness." Lin Er nodded and said affirmatively.

"but!"

"Look~" Lin Er raised his finger to Tang San's 'Grass Leaf Flying Knife' that was like a rain curtain at this moment, and continued indifferently: "Student Tang San's move is not a soul skill, but it is better than a soul skill~"

"Based on my observations during this period, classmate Tang San's careful study of this move is probably far superior to his first soul skill 'Blue Silver Coil'."

"This move tests not only the fine control of the soul power, but also the strength of the whole body, the force of the wrist, and the control of the technique."

"In terms of soul power consumption, this 'Grass Leaf Flying Knife' is far less than the 'Blue Silver Coil'!"

"In terms of power, it depends on the intensity of the soul power that Tang San pours into each blade of grass, as well as the strength he carries when he takes action. It can be said that it is as heavy as you want!"

"Uh—Student Lin Er, can you explain a little more clearly?"

Wang Sheng stood on the right side of Lin Er, with a confused look on his face. He scratched the back of his head and asked sheepishly.

"Hehe~"

Facing Wang Sheng's questioning, Lin Er smiled slightly, reached out and grabbed the "Blue Silver Grass" grass at the edge of the playground at his feet, and seven or eight blue grass blades fell into his hands.

Then, like waving the strings of a pipa, he raised his hands to Zhou Weiqing and Wang Sheng beside him.

"Hoo-!" "Hoo--!"

"Chi~" "Chi~"

The two shots, each containing three or four blades of grass, were easily caught by Zhou Weiqing and Wang Sheng.

When they caught the blades of grass that had turned into debris in their hands, the two people's eyes flashed and they looked down at the palms of their hands.

Zhou Weiqing: "This strength -?"

Wang Sheng: "Why is it different?"

"I said~"

The cyan glimmer in Lin Er's eyes never faded. He watched closely as Tang San walked around the field with ghostly steps, running around Ding Zhiqiang, firing seemingly endless 'leaves of grass flying knives' in his hands, with a slight smile on his lips. Qiao said with a smile: "Classmate Tang San's rain curtain offensive, every blade of grass, its strength and angle are all controlled by the heart~"

"But Xiaoqiang, who is passively defensive, must always maintain a high degree of vigilance and concentrate on every blade of grass and flying knife."

"In this way, not to mention the consumption of soul power, mental, physical strength, etc. will all be lost quickly..."

"After all, Xiaoqiang's "Sword" martial spirit has not yet been attached with a spirit ring, so the increase in combat power is almost non-existent! "

"If it were Xiao Xiu or Nian Bing, either of them would not have to distinguish the power of these 'grass blades' and just slash them out with one strike. The ice and flame breath of the martial spirit itself would be enough. Those ordinary blades of grass can be frozen and burned. After such screening, those 'grass blades flying knives' that are infused with more soul power and strength will no longer pose much of a threat...huh?!"

Lin Er stopped talking and suddenly looked towards the field.

However, I don't know when, in the 'rain curtain' that filled the sky, a wisp of purple mist filled the air, and even the breeze did not blow it away.

"Good guy! That's it!" Lin Er murmured to himself.

"Huh?!"*2
Affected by Lin Er, Zhou Weiqing and Wang Sheng on the left and right also discovered the purple mist that was as light as cloud smoke and could not be seen clearly without paying close attention.

"Is this...poison?!"*2
Zhou Weiqing and the two spoke in unison.

In the field, Ding Zhiqiang, who felt slight numbness in his hands and feet, was also aware of the poisonous mist surrounding him. He quickly waved the iron sword in his hand to wipe out the wave of attacks. Taking advantage of the gap, he turned his hand to summon the "Gourd" martial spirit, using his left hand He picked up the yellow-skinned gourd and poured something into his mouth. With his free right hand, he took out something from the soul storage device on his waist and raised it.

He sprayed the thing with his bulging mouth.

"puff--!"

"boom--!"

Fires all over the sky burst into flames, and the 'Grass Leaf Flying Knife' that came in front of him again and the ubiquitous lavender poisonous mist were swept away.

Outside the arena, Zhou Weiqing stomped his feet vigorously, and said with a regretful face: "Oh! This is a good thing that Xiaoqiang has kept for almost ten days. It's such a waste to just spit it out like this!"

In the field, Ding Zhiqiang had solved a wave of crises. Before he could relax, he heard a calm voice with a hint of joy ringing in his ears:
"Blue-silver entanglement!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! ......"

Amidst the sound of venomous snakes swooping, blue-purple vines entangled themselves and enveloped Ding Zhiqiang, who was holding a yellow-skinned gourd in one hand and a fire fold in the other.

With a hint of disappointment on his face, Ding Zhiqiang held the "Gourd" martial spirit tightly in his hands, with the spirit power stirring outside his body. The bright yellow spirit ring under his feet shone brightly, resisting the encroaching vines, and said loudly : "Student Tang San, I lost this game!"

After saying that, he prepared to put away his martial spirit with a calm expression, but found that the vines around him were still shrinking and showed no signs of being withdrawn.

"Classmate Tang San! It's over!"

"Tang San! You have already won..."

"stop!"

"Mistress!"......

Outside the court, the teachers and students watching the game shouted together.

However, Tang San in the field turned a deaf ear and stared at Ding Zhiqiang closely, saying: "Let's capture him without mercy. Only when you give up resistance can I stop..."

'The Tang Sect's Xuantian Treasure Record has a general outline. If your opponent has the power to resist, you must not take it lightly and not give the enemy a chance to counterattack...' Tang San thought to himself.

To be honest, according to the policy of the "Tang Sect" "Xuan Tian Bao Lu General Outline", Tang San should not expose his hidden weapon techniques easily. After all, the reason why hidden weapons are hidden weapons is to be used in secret.

Originally, when he came to this new world, Tang San thought that he was unique, so hidden weapons would naturally become his secret means, unknown to outsiders.

But unfortunately, when he found out on the hill outside Holy Soul Village that there was also a [Tang Sect] in this world, Tang San knew that the word 'dark' for hidden weapons was just like the Jianghu in his previous life. It could no longer be darkened. .

"Sila—!"

The sound of cloth being torn sounded, and Tang San, who was thinking of "Xuantian Treasure Record General Outline" in his heart, was suddenly startled, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and a clear voice, with a tone like coaxing a child to sleep, rang in his ears Bian said softly: "Classmate Tang San, the winner has been decided, it's over~"

At this moment, the purple pupils in Tang San's eyes suddenly shrank to the size of needle tips, his whole body tensed up instantly, and cold sweat broke out.

　Done!Good night everyone~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)