Kuaiwen: I earn a pension by breaking through the game

Chapter 26: The resistance of the sect’s power bank (26)

The brilliance condensed into a substantial sword, and Jiang Qiucheng stood on the sword.

Looking at the proportionally enlarged Ling Xiao sword at her feet, she took a few tentative steps forward.

There was no swaying as expected, nor an uncontrollable feeling of weightlessness.

Jiang Qiucheng was as if she were walking on flat ground atop the Lingxiao sword. No matter how she jumped, the sword could always catch her firmly.

"Is this flying with a sword? It's really fun..."

Feeling the cold wind blowing in his face, Jiang Qiucheng raised his face intoxicated, enjoying these few moments of freedom.

Because she was afraid of being discovered by the people below, she had been hiding her figure under the soft clouds.

As long as they don't fly out of the Tianxuan Sect's boundary, they won't touch the mountain guarding formation.

The disciples and elders below were all distracted by the collapse of the mine. As long as she didn't make any noise, it wouldn't be easy to be discovered.

After all, no one would associate such an earth-shattering event with a little disciple whose spiritual power mysteriously disappeared.

Jiang Qiucheng kept this in mind, deliberately controlled his speed, and moved towards the sect master's courtyard.

After flying with the sword for a while, my mood changed from the novelty at the beginning to a comfortable and relaxed mood.

Jiang Qiucheng stands on the sword body, as straight as a pine and as light as the wind.

The sword light circulated, reflecting her delicate face, passing through the clouds, overlooking the familiar sect below.

The sect is located on the top of the mountains. The architecture is simple and majestic. The sun shines on the golden roof of the roof, shining with dazzling light.

The mountains were shrouded in clouds and mist, casting a hazy veil over the sect.

The lake is surrounded by green trees and the water is crystal clear, with fish swimming freely in it.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Qiucheng couldn't help but sigh, indeed only when you reach a sufficient height can you realize the insignificance of everything in the world.

Time passes and stars change, but this sect still stands on the top of the mountain, witnessing the growth and glory of generations of cultivators.

Only today did Jiang Qiucheng finally understand the meaning of the sentence "A drop in the ocean, a moment of sorrow for my life". Compared with such a vast world, mountains and rivers, human beings are really too small.

After flying around in the sky, she reluctantly got off the Lingxiao Sword.

The servants in the sect master's courtyard only felt that there was an indistinct white light flashing across the sky, but other than that, there was nothing special about it.

Everyone just glanced at it casually and forgot about the matter.

When Jiang Qiucheng returned to the familiar house and completely closed the doors and windows, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This time she went out and gained a lot. Not only did she activate the Golden Spiritual Root, but she also got the Lingxiao Sword.

Although she doesn't know much about this sword yet, she also knows that it is definitely a rare treasure.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qiucheng lifted up his sleeves at his wrists.

On her white wrist, a sword-shaped totem is as eye-catching as a relief sculpture, and a golden light flashes from time to time.

The totem is carved with exquisite lines, and under the light, it seems to be singing silently.

The blade of the sword flows around the wrist, like the Milky Way falling to the ground, bright and holy.

At first glance, it looks sharp, but if you look closely, you will find that it is not that kind of dazzling light.

It is a soft, restrained light, like pearls under the moonlight, warm but not dazzling.

The sharpness faces outward and the warmth faces inwards.

The light of the totem seemed to beat with Jiang Qiucheng's pulse, sometimes as quiet as a mirror, sometimes as lively as a flame.

"Ling Xiao!"

In the silent air, Jiang Qiucheng's voice rose gently, like a breeze passing over the lake, causing a slight ripple. Following Jiang Qiucheng's low voice, the Lingxiao Sword seemed to fall from the sky and appeared out of thin air in her hand.

Today, Ling Xiao Sword has established a close connection with her, and the two are as close as one body.

This Lingxiao sword is not only incredibly powerful, it is also retractable and retractable.

If Jiang Qiucheng didn't take the initiative to show it, no one would know that Ling Xiao was inside her.

And as long as she is not willing, no one can take the Lingxiao Sword away from her hands.

Just when Jiang Qiucheng was about to put the Lingxiao sword back into his body, he suddenly felt absent-minded for a moment, and a set of swordsmanship moves appeared in his mind.

"Yunmeng Liuguang Sword Technique..."

This sword technique is divided into nine styles. Each style contains profound philosophy and mysterious meaning. It is as smart as a dream, mysterious as a cloud, radiant and colorful, and the sword energy is vertical and horizontal.

The first style: Clouds surge into thousands of peaks.

Lifting the sword is like a gushing spring, and between puffing and puffing, it is like a sea of ​​clouds churning with majestic momentum. Wherever the sword points, the mountains bow their heads and the clouds are lingering.

The second style: Dreaming back to the sky.

This move is like a dream, the sword body is light, as if it is dancing in the nine heavens, and wherever the sword blade passes, it is like waking up from a dream, making people feel like they are in another world.

The third style: shooting stars catch up with the moon.

The sword is extremely fast, like a meteor piercing the night sky, extremely swift. Once this move is launched, the opponent is often caught off guard and finds it difficult to deal with it.

The fourth style: illusion of light and shadow.

The sword technique changes erratically, flickering in and out, like an illusion or a shadow. The body moves at will, the sword turns at will, and the interplay of light and shadow is dizzying.

The fifth style: cloud cover and fog cover.

The sword moves are like clouds and mist, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and reality. The sword edge is hidden in the clouds and mist, appearing and disappearing, making it difficult to grasp.

Type Six: Dream Bubble.

This move looks like a dream but not a dream, like an illusion but not an illusion. The sword edge trembles slightly, like a bubble shattering, but it can give the opponent a fatal blow.

The seventh style: Ambilight.

The sword body flashes with light, which is dazzling. When the sword moves, the light overflows, which is dazzling.

Form 8: The sword cuts through the sky.

The power of this move is infinite, the sword tip shoots out of the air, like a flying fairy from the sky, and the space seems to be shattered with one strike of the sword.

Form 9: Return without a trace.

Sheathing the sword and returning it to its original position, the body disappears into the vast sea of ​​clouds, leaving no trace. This move makes it impossible for the opponent to detect the traces of the swordsman, making it impossible to guard against him.

This set of Yunmeng Liuguang Sword Technique is extremely profound. Those who practice it to the extreme will be able to master the true meaning. The sword technique is so superb that it is breathtaking.

After closing his eyes and memorizing these nine postures, Jiang Qiucheng tried to move.

The light in the room was dim, and the light shone on her body mottledly through the gaps in the window grilles, making the clear scene hazy.

Jiang Qiucheng is like a villain in a martial arts secret book. He sets up his moves in a precise manner. His movements are vigorous and elegant. He gradually gets better and dances smoothly.

Her clothes fluttered with the dance of the sword, and every time she swung the sword, she carried an irresistible momentum.

The tip of the sword drew silver arcs in the air, forming a sharp contrast with the darkness.

Every time the swords crossed each other, there was a slight sound of metal collision, creating a unique movement in the room.

Jiang Qiucheng's eyes were deep and firm, as if he could penetrate the darkness and see clearly all illusions and realities.

(End of this chapter)