Mortal Bones

"It's really possible."

Liu Chuxuan suddenly felt his scalp tingling.

Because if he could really do this, wouldn't Xu Taiping be able to copy all the swordsmanship in the world with this set of swordsmanship?

"Huang Que, go back and investigate carefully to see who taught him this swordsmanship."

Liu Chuxuan said with a serious face.

Huang Que nodded.

At this time, Xu Taiping, who had been hesitating at the intersection for a long time, finally took action.

"Boy, follow the sword force of this plum garden path and go up the mountain."

"With such exquisite swordsmanship, this walking dragon order of Jiufu is specially prepared for you."

The owner of the palace Liu Chuxuan murmured with a serious expression.

Huang Que on the side also nodded secretly.

"Boom!"

What surprised them was that Xu Taiping did not choose to follow the sword force to go up the mountain, but dispersed a body of sword energy and words.

"What does he want to do?"

Huang Que was startled.

While he was talking, Xu Taiping in the bronze mirror suddenly controlled his sword and wrote the word "Miao" in front of him with his own sword energy.

When the sword energy roaring down from the mountain touched the word "Miao", it immediately exploded with a "boom".

"He intends to break the sword intent on the mountain?!"

The owner of the mansion Liu Chuxuan immediately saw Xu Taiping's intention.

"No, with his current sword skills, it is impossible to break the sword intent left by that person."

He then shook his head again and again.

Just as the owner of the mansion Liu said, Xu Taiping had just walked to the side of the road when the word "Miao" he wrote was broken by the sword energy and sword energy caused by the sword intent on the mountain.

"Zheng!"

However, at the moment when the word "Miao" was broken, Xu Taiping controlled his sword and wrote nine more words in succession, which barely resisted the sword energy coming down from the mountain.

At the same time, he seized the little time he had gained and drew his sword with a "swish" sound to cut off another plum tree on the side of the road.

"Boom!"

Just as he put the plum tree into the gourd, the Rusty Lion Sword finally couldn't resist the surging sword energy, and the sword energy like a surging wave rushed past Xu Taiping.

"Zheng!"

As another sword sounded, Xu Taiping shouted softly:

"Open!"

As soon as the voice fell, the Rusty Lion, under his control, wrote the word "Open" with his own sword energy.

Then, with a "boom", the surging sword energy that kept roaring and rushing past Xu Taiping was split into two with the appearance of the word "Open", and a road was separated from the middle.

"Hu..."

Xu Taiping let out a long sigh.

The moment he was submerged by the sword energy, he felt a long-lost fear of dying here.

He looked down at his body.

I saw that the Qingxuan Sect disciple's robe had been cut into many holes by the sword energy, and many wounds could be vaguely seen in it.

"Bang!"

At this moment, the word "kai" written by the rusty lion finally couldn't withstand the continuous attack of the sword energy above and exploded.

Xu Taiping thought for a while, and then wrote four more words with the rusty lion——

"Miao, Kai, Ming, Mie."

These four words don't have any special meaning. He just instinctively feels that the strokes of these four words should be able to split the strokes of the words transformed by the sword energy on the opposite side.

Yes, in Xu Taiping's eyes at this moment, the sword energy rushing down from the mountain is like a word.

What he has to do is to break these words into strokes again.

"Bang!"

Amidst the loud shock, the sword energy rushing down from the mountain exploded after encountering these four words.

It's just that the word "mie" in these four words also shattered in the collision.

"It seems that the word "mie" is ineffective against the sword energy on the mountain, but is instead split by the opponent."

While thinking this, Xu Taiping walked to the right side of the road and raised his knife to chop down a plum tree again.

"Boom!"

Just at this moment, another sword energy rushed towards him.

Xu Taiping looked up and tried to transform the sword energy into words. Finally, he flew out with a "clang" sound, and used the strokes of the words he had practiced to break it down into strokes.

With a "bang", the sword energy exploded.

Only the word "mountain" written by the rusty lion remained in the air.

"I think I understand."

Xu Taiping stared at the word "mountain" in a daze, muttering to himself.

"Treating other people's sword moves as words, disassembling and copying them is breaking the moves."

"Integrating your own sword moves into the words, and then pointing the pen tip at the enemy when writing is the sword."

"If you write a whole article in one breath, you can accumulate intention, momentum, and energy, and finally merge them into a sword when the article is finished."

After disassembling two waves of sword energy attacks in succession, Xu Taiping suddenly understood the deep meaning of Sansan Jushi asking him to fly the sword and carve words day after day.

This sword technique, which does not have a single move or style, actually contains the method of dismantling all sword techniques in the world.

"In this case, wouldn't the articles "Six Oaths", "Old Generals' Song", and "Mourning the Ancient Battlefield" that San San asked me to write all be transformed into a sword?"

The more Xu Taiping thought about it, the more frightened he became.

"Boom boom!..."

Without Xu Taiping thinking about it, the sword energy above his head rushed down again.

"I'll ask San San when I have a chance when I go back."

Abandoning all distractions, Xu Taiping began to concentrate on dealing with the sword energy coming down from the mountain, and continued to cut trees while climbing the mountain.

If he didn't cut enough trees, he wouldn't have the face to see San San.

……

An hour later.

Baiju Inn.

Huang Que stared at the bronze mirror without saying a word.

The Palace Master Liu Chuxuan also stared at the bronze mirror without saying a word.

In the bronze mirror.

Xu Taiping, covered in blood, holding a stone tripod in one hand and a long sword in the other, with a flying sword hanging in front of him, stood on the platform leading to the last step of the mountain top, looking at the mountain top with a firm look.

And behind him, the mountain road that was originally full of flowers is now only bare.

Not a single plum tree is left.

"Palace Master, is it the swordsmanship or Xu Taiping who is so powerful?"

After a long time, when seeing Xu Taiping getting up and walking up the last step, Huang Que suddenly asked the Palace Master who was sitting opposite him.