Dream about the world of martial arts

After the meeting at Pegasus Ranch, Meng Xunzhen and Kou Zhong returned to Luoyang together.As soon as they entered the city, Jing Nian Temple sent a monk to send a message, explaining that after discussing with Ning Zhenren, Fanzhai Master had decided to accept Meng Xunzhen's challenge and bet. It will be the first day of the next month ten days later.

At the moment of the war, the opponent is Ning Daoqi, who is known as the No. 1 "scattered real person" in the Central Plains. Naturally, Meng Xunzhen dare not neglect. Body and mind are adjusted to the best condition.Kou Zhong had a lot of military and state affairs to attend to, but Xu Ziling was alone, so he volunteered to protect Meng Xunzhen.

On the ninth day, Meng Xunzhen broke through, but he stopped working hard. Instead, he got rid of Xu Ziling and got him a piece of precious red sandalwood core material about four feet long, as thick as an arm, and of high quality. Sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard with a soft sword of crape myrtle as a tool, he started carpentry work.

Although Xu Ziling at the side was a little strange, he didn't ask any questions, and just sat quietly on another stone bench to watch.In his eyes, Meng Xunzhen's movement of cutting wood with his sword is completely natural. Every time he swings the sword, the angle, weight, force, and speed all produce subtle and wonderful changes according to his mind, perfectly realizing his vision before swinging the sword. .As the sporadic sawdust fell to the ground, the wood gradually took shape under Meng Xunzhen's sword.When he put away the Ziwei soft sword, he was already holding a simple wooden sword in his hand.

"Ziling, what do you think of this sword?" Meng Xunzhen turned his head and smiled slightly at Xu Ziling, and passed the wooden sword backhand.

Xu Ziling reached out to take the wooden sword, and when he looked intently, he saw that the sword was three feet and four inches long from head to tail, about three fingers wide at the base of the blade, and about one finger thick at the spine.The sword body gradually narrows and becomes thinner upwards, reaching the top, about two fingers wide.The spine of the sword is about half a finger thick.The tip of the sword is not narrow and sharp like ordinary swords, but a semicircle full of ancient meaning.There is no guard at the front end of the hilt connecting the sword body, and the shape is extremely simple, just an oblate column.On the blood-orange surface of the wooden sword, fine twisted wood grains are distributed according to some mysterious law, which is heavy and quaint.

"Good sword!" Xu Ziling admired, closed his eyes suddenly, brushed the two fingers of his left hand lightly over the sword, and said dreamily, "The surface of this sword is simple and unpretentious. In fact, every cutting mark is concentrated Brother Zhen's understanding of the way of swords is uncanny, nothing more than that!" He played with it fondly for a while, then opened his eyes, and exchanged the wooden sword with some reluctance.Meng Xunzhen took the sword in his hand with a smile, waved and stabbed it a few times casually, only felt that the wooden sword seemed to be connected with his flesh and blood, it was almost a part of his body, and it was indescribably easy to operate.It was a wonderful feeling that none of the magic weapons he had used in the past could give him.

"In the battle of Jingnian Temple, I will use this sword to meet Ning Daoqi's 'sanshoubapu' for a while!"

The next day, on the square in front of the bronze hall of Jingnian Temple, two groups of people arrived as scheduled.Except for Meng Xunzhen's side, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling accompanied him.Even Song Que, who carried the "Heavenly Sword" Song Que, held the battle in person; on the other side, standing with Shi Feixuan and Liaokong, was an old man with E Guanbo and a woman who couldn't hide her peerless beauty even though she was dressed in black. Ni.

Song Que, the most senior of Meng Xunzhen's side, stepped forward first, he greeted the old man first, and said: "Brother Ning Dao." Then he turned to the nun.A complex look appeared on his handsome face, and he said, "Has Qinghui finally come out of the mountain?"

Even without the title of Song Que, Meng Xunzhen and Kou Xu had already guessed the identities of these two people—"San Zhenren" Ning Daoqi, and Cihang Jingzhai's contemporary vegetarian Fan Qinghui.

Waiting for Song Que to finish the ceremony with the other party.Meng Xunzhen and the three went up to meet each other afterwards.After exchanging pleasantries, the others consciously retreated to the back, leaving only Ning Daoqi and Meng Xunzhen in the arena.

Ning Daoqi laughed at Meng Xunzhen and said, "I heard that the little friend used 560 and [-] moves to kill Bi Xuan, but I don't know how many moves he plans to use to kill the old man today?"

Meng Xunzhen smiled lightly and said, "How about one move?"

Ning Daoqi was stunned, and instead of being angry, he asked happily: "My little friend thinks so highly of the old man?"

Meng Xunzhen said: "Bi Xuan has enjoyed the honor on the prairie for a long time, and has long been locked up by the fame and fortune. The name 'Wu Zun' is actually hard to live up to. Although Master Ning entered the world, the younger generation is in your hands. In my eyes, I only saw the tranquility and purity of a child, so I decided to use my strongest sword to pay tribute to the real person. But there is an ugly saying that I want to say first, this sword is actually the essence of my swordsmanship, and its power It's so big that this junior can't control it himself. One strike with a sword, you and I will live and die."

Ning Daoqi smiled and said: "My master said, 'When you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening'. If you can witness the peerless swordsmanship of your little friend, what regrets does the old Taoist have when he dies?"

"Even so, forgive me for being rude and offended, junior!" The wooden sword on his back suddenly appeared in his palm, and Meng Xunzhen squeezed his left and right middle fingers into a sword formula and pressed it on his right wrist, slowly raised the sword as his chest, and pointed at Ning Dodge stabs flat.The sword is straight, but the blade slowly rotates in the air with the turning of the wrist.Judging from the castration of the wooden sword, it should have rotated exactly one full circle when it pierced Ning Daoqi's body.

At the same time as the sword was drawn, the Yin and Yang Qi that had been perfected in Meng Xunzhen's Shanzhong Qi sea surged out without reservation, and poured into the wooden sword along the meridians of his right arm.Because the two kinds of qi, one yin and one yang, have always maintained an extremely delicate balance, so despite their incredible power, they have never damaged this relatively fragile wooden sword.

The wooden sword infused with a huge amount of yin and yang true energy produced a terrifying vision. The side of the originally purplish red sword body became as dark as the deepest night, and it continuously devoured the surrounding surroundings while exuding a bone-chilling cold air. The light, on the other side, turned incandescent like the hottest flame, emitting dazzling white light continuously while exuding scorching heat.Darkness and light rotate with the slowly rotating sword body end to end, and blend with each other at the same time, turning into yin to hide yang, and yang to contain yin, forming a perfect Tai Chi.

This sword is Meng Xunzhen's under-the-hood combination of the two ultimate moves of "Lonely Smoke in the Desert" and "Sunset in the Long River" after the yin and yang energies are fully formed. It is even more powerful than the evolution of the five elements. "Five Elements Trapped Immortal Sword".

The moment Meng Xunzhen drew his sword, the two sides watching the battle changed their colors together.Only Ning Daoqi, who was facing the sword head-on, still kept a calm smile on his face, and inexplicable joy appeared in his eyes as deep as the sea and as clear as a stream, which looked a bit like an innocent urchin. your favorite toy.He let out a long, high-pitched laugh like a cloud, and said loudly: "Good sword! Good swordsmanship! What a 'sword fairy'!"

A pair of slender and well-proportioned hands, with white jade-like palms protruding from the wide sleeves, evolved eight moves in a very short period of time leisurely, calmly but extremely quickly, but in the end they gave up all the changes and turned into The simplest thing is to put your palms together on your chest, clamping the wooden sword that Meng Xunzhen stabbed in front of you.

The moment the swords and palms touched, the darkness and white light on Meng Xun's real wooden sword suddenly increased tenfold, completely engulfing his and Ning Daoqi's bodies. (.)