This Was Not the Case Back Then (15)

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Murong Song is the master of Yunsong Temple and the number one master of the outer sect of Lushan Sword Temple. Yunsong's attainments in the Eighteen Ways of Righteousness and Reversal have been searched all over Mount Lu, and no one can make him as good both internally and externally as he is. The point of going against one's will. As soon as he drew his sword, the clouds rose sharply and surrounded Ming Feizhen from all directions, making it difficult for even people to see clearly. The sword light was like a piece of water, rippling back and forth, and the space around him was filled with sword light. Such swordsmanship was astonishing.

Ling Hanzhong was the first to shout hello! The discerning swordsmen behind him all cheered, with admiration in their eyes.

These people are all swordsmen with excellent martial arts skills. Among them are young masters who have not yet made their mark in the Lushan Sect, there are also backbone warriors who are on the front line, and some are elders of the sect who have retired from the front line and have made great contributions. Seeing such swordsmanship, these people all secretly admired him. I thought that if I had a superior weapon in my hand, I would be able to fight like this with a sword full of light and anger. But it also needs to be done after hundreds of moves are made, the momentum gradually condenses, and the internal energy reaches its peak, then the fire can ride on the wind and take advantage of the momentum to do it. If you want to do this, one shot after another is so powerful, and the room is filled with light. It doesn't show murderous intent, it makes people dizzy and they don't know where the sword is pointing, but they know they can't do it.

-The power of the sword has such a magnificent appearance. It has nothing to do with talent, but a state that requires long-lasting and months of practice to achieve.

There are only two people who are different from the others. One of them just smiles. His smile is like the sunshine in the forest, which makes people feel warm and comfortable. The other person seemed to hold the opposite opinion to everyone. Not only that, he also had a cold and sneer on his lips.

This sneering young man has a pale face and seems to have a sickly appearance, but he has long red hair that is completely opposite to his appearance. He has long red hair that is as blazing as fire. The key is to do whatever you want and use it freely. This is the most unrestrained and extraordinary swordsmanship among all Lushan sects.

Murong Song's swiftness in drawing the sword, agility in movement, precision in swordsmanship, high insight, and strong internal strength make him a top-notch swordsman in the world, and he has reached the realm of sword intention. But although he was good both internally and externally, his swordsmanship was extremely extraordinary. His talent in swordsmanship was far inferior to his hard work. He is strict in his actions and only believes that everything in the world can be done by force, and hard practice can replace spiritual enlightenment. Originally, it was common for martial arts to rely on hard work. It might be feasible to change to another martial arts, but not everything in the world can be achieved by relying solely on persistence.

This Yun Song's positive and negative swordsmanship is one example.

Murong Song had a strict nature, and he was very strict when learning and practicing swordsmanship. He followed strict rules for every move and would never deviate from the sword manual. This set of swordsmanship, which was completely unconventional, had been difficult for him as soon as he got started. But he practiced hard, relied on his superb internal skills and solid foundation in swordsmanship, and he turned out to be extremely powerful. It's just a set of flexible swordsmanship, but teaching him to use it was laborious and completely thankless.

If this is his business alone, forget it. But he is the master of Yunsong Temple, and has always been based on this swordsmanship. His usage is naturally the correct interpretation of this swordsmanship, and all the younger generations will follow suit. Few of the younger generations have his internal and external foundation, so it will be difficult to learn. It's easy to say that it's easy to do both pros and cons, but it requires a lot of hand and eye skills. I often practice until I'm sweating profusely and panting, but I still don't know how to do it at all. There is still half of the cloud-filled pine trees, the freehand and relaxed appearance, and a unique skill has almost been lost.

Therefore, this red-haired young man had always looked down on Murong Song for no other reason than he thought he was stupid.

But the scene that followed shocked the red-haired young man, and more importantly, Ling Hanzhong.

It was not a scene or a picture, but a sound.

It was a 'boom'.

It's like a mallet hitting a wooden fish or a hammer hitting an anvil. In short, it won't be a sword, gun or halberd, but a unique sound of "beating"

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Although after that, there were still people screaming, blood and flesh flying everywhere, heavy objects falling to the ground, rushing to save people, shouting and cursing, and other sounds with panic, shock, chaos, and anger, but Ling Hanzhong firmly remembered what lingered in his heart. But this was the only sound in his mind.

The sound seemed to be some kind of force that suddenly shook the blood all over the body, and still wanted to penetrate outwards, so the person it brought flew up non-stop, and even knocked the person dozens of feet away. The sound of landing was far less than the sound of hitting the ground.

It was a sound that could only be made by some kind of power that was beyond the scope of understanding.

In the years that followed, Ling Hanzhong could still think of this nightmare-like sound every time he dreamed about it at midnight. It was as if someone had hammered hard at the door of his heart, causing him to wake up suddenly and sweat all over his body.

The smoke disappeared and the sword light condensed.

The circular fog dissipated, revealing a young man holding a long black object. His expression did not change, and his eyes were still bright red. He gently turned his shoulders and said lightly: "The next one."

His eyes suddenly shot toward Ling Hanzhong.

Ling Hanzhong took a step back involuntarily. Everyone else looked at this with surprise on their faces. As the head of the White King's seven crowns, he actually showed such a frightened and ugly expression in front of a young man, which can be called a great shame and humiliation in his life. However, there was cold sweat on his forehead and he had forgotten about fighting back.

Ming Feizhen was not in a hurry to advance, but walked forward slowly, down-to-earth, step by step. The swordsmen were obviously looking at him, but some of them took action. His existence seems to be a huge mystery that cannot be understood, and can no longer be understood by common sense.

"I'll meet him.

After these words, there was a burst of indescribably fast sword energy, and a burst of fiery red that was close to dazzling red. this one

Compared with Murong Song's dazzling swordsmanship, the sword seems simple and boring. However, if you ask who saw the moment when the young man drew the sword, the answer is no. The sword was incredibly fast, and almost as soon as the sound of drawing the sword sounded, the sword had already swept in front of the opponent. If Murong Song's swordsmanship is an achievement achieved through hard work, the sword of the red-haired young man symbolizes the most enviable existence in the journey of swordsmanship. That is another way to learn swordsmanship that is different from hard work, or even completely opposite.

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Mi Sword - Once you put it in your hand, you will be able to figure out how to use the weapon. When you see the enemy, you will instinctively know how to kill the enemy. He is like poison in a swordsman, a poisonous snake in a sword, which can only play a role related to death.

The pale red-haired young man, the murderer of Lushan, Ling Xuezhao, had indescribable fanaticism in his eyes.

Since the battle at Lawless Cliff, Ling Xuezhao had not killed anyone for several months. This is a rare thing for this swordsman who proves his swordsmanship by killing people. After that battle, Ling Xuezhao fell into distress, the distress of having no one to kill.

Since the battle with the Demon Cult Protector, it has become increasingly difficult for him to find a decent opponent. - General martial arts masters are nothing to him.

Often when they were halfway through the fight, they would abandon their swords, lie down on the ground, fall asleep, and let their men take care of them. Later, even the sword was

This problem child who had been absent from morning and evening homework every day since his disciple days was Ling Hanzhong's heart disease in Lushan. He didn't like people who were out of control, but with Ling Xuezhao's strength, it would be a pity to abandon him. Later, every time he went on a mission, he would kill people in rivers of blood, which gave Ling Hanzhong a headache.

But there had never been a time when Ling Hanzhong was so eager to unleash his natural murderous nature and kill this person in front of him - he actually - he couldn't find words to describe it.

Today, Ling Xuezhao finally found another opponent worthy of his sword. The sword energy suddenly condensed into a huge red light, as if it was about to penetrate the opponent

Ling Hanzhong's hands trembled unexpectedly, and he shouted: "Blood Zhao! Kill this one--" He was halfway through, but he still couldn't continue.

Before Ling Hanzhong could finish his words, Ling Xuezhao's sword had already been handed to Ming Feizhen's throat, matching his slow pace, as if Ming Feizhen himself had put his neck towards Ling Xuezhao's sword. tip. The moment the sword tip and the skin of the throat were about to come into contact, the skin sank - a seemingly large pit.

One blood! Blood! Deeper! Another one

No one saw when Ming Fei Zhen raised his hand.

I only know that after Ling Xuezhao handed out the sword, Ming Feizhen did this. It seemed that his action was not very noticeable. In comparison, the disappearance of the murderous red sword energy was even more obvious.

No one saw when Ming Feizhen moved - including Ling Xue Zhao, who spurted a straight path of blood in mid-air - and no one noticed. It wasn't until they discovered that Ming Feizhen's movements with one hand holding the sword in the air was really weird, as if something was missing, that they discovered that the person who was not there was Ling Xuezhao, who they believed could kill his opponent with several moves.

Ling Xue Zhao stayed in the air for an unexpectedly long time. When he and the mouthful of blood landed beside Ling Hanzhong at the same time, Ling Hanzhong's heart suddenly - -

The young man in front of him is a complete monster. The defeats of Murong Song and Ling Xuezhao were not something that humans could do - they couldn't even take the blow.

Ming Feizhen slowly put away the black knife, without stopping, and still said calmly: "Next one. "

"Cong'er! Cong'er!!" The principle is that Qi comes first. Of course, it was impossible for Ming Feizhen to defeat the hundreds of masters behind him, let alone the enemy of the Ganren Sword Team after that. Even two masters were frustrated. If all the high-ranking people in Lushan Sword Temple were defeated, it would cause an indelible blow to morale, and the results of today's battle might be rewritten. What's the difference between this and someone else picking the Lushan Sword Temple? Ling Hanzhong gritted his teeth with hatred.

In addition, with the experts in front of him to push it, if he didn't deal with this guy quickly, it would soon be his turn to Ling Hanzhong - this thought, but he tried his best to avoid it in his heart.

"Cong'er is here.

A young voice sounded next to Ling Xuezhao. A tall and handsome young man with short hair came to Ling Xuezhao's side at some point. Ling Xue Zhao fell, and he sprang out from the crowd, using one palm to remove Ling Xue Zhao's falling force, holding on to his vest to catch it steadily, and did not let him actually fall to the ground.

This young man has a baby face, and his appearance is very childish. He seems to be only in his teens. His behavior, including his behavior, reveals the sunny atmosphere of a boy that affects people's judgment of age. He grinned, as if the spring breeze was blowing on his face. In this dangerous situation,

But in fact, he is already twenty-two years old this year, and he is already twenty-eight temple masters, ranking fourth among the Lushan Sword Temple.

The short-haired boy-young man clapped his palm behind Ling Xuezhao, showing a slight movement of energy, with a look of blue thunder appearing on his face. Ling Xuezhao's whole body suddenly trembled violently, and blood suddenly spurted out from his mouth. Although he had not yet regained consciousness, his complexion had returned to rosy.

Ling Hanzhong couldn't help but marveled at the internal injuries Ling Xuezhao suffered. Even with his decades of cultivation, he could not say that he could open up the meridians within three to five days and let him unblock the inner energy with one palm. What a profound cultivation! Confidence. There was an immediate increase.

"Cong'er! Take the six great swordsmen of Tian Cong Temple with you and let them know how powerful our Lushan Sword Temple is!

The baby-faced young man showed unbearable expression: "Uncle, Brother Xuezhao's injuries are not fatal. He did not kill anyone. This is not right."

"If you don't take action, it will be too late by the time he takes action!"

Ling Cong's face looked helpless, and he clasped his fists at Ming Feizhen and said, "Brother, I don't like killing people, please get away from us.

Ming Feizhen didn't say a word and still walked forward slowly.

Ling Hanzhong only felt the thumping sound revolving in his cochlea, and he couldn't help but urge: "Cong'er! Don't you do it yet!! Do it quickly!!

"I...

"Just come in." Ming Feizhen didn't stop, but showed a rare smile: "I rarely see people like you in the White King's Seven Crowns." "

Ling Cong touched his head, as if he had been praised suddenly, and he was a little at a loss: "I, I am often called shameless by others. But I really don't dare to do anything to you."

"What are you afraid of?

"I, my martial arts skills are low, and I often kill people."

"These two sentences have opposite meanings."

Ling Cong is simple-minded. It's not that he doesn't lie, but he really can't lie.

"It's true, it's true!" Ling Cong said seriously: "I'm not good at martial arts. People always say that I'm a thief or a thief. When I get angry, I'll cut him down while yelling and cursing. I - accidentally He fought back, but beat him to death again." As if he was afraid that he wouldn't believe it, he beat him to death with another wrong hand, adding, "If you don't believe it, I won't be responsible for his death." There are few exceptions. . That day, he won the position of leader of Tiancong Temple, competed with his fellow disciples, and almost picked the entire Tiancong Temple. Apart from the strangers he had encountered in his life who taught him how to restrain his inner strength, even Ling Hanzhong did not dare to try his cunning thunder skills in person.

"Don't worry, I won't die." Ming Feizhen kept walking, closing the distance with him, "Attack with all your strength, remember not to hold back."

Ling Cong saw that Ming Fei was really insisting, and his uncle couldn't help urging him, so he had no choice but to say: "It's okay, you want to fight, but you can't come to kill me again because you think my martial arts are low. Then I can't save you." "Okay. .

"Don't try to trick me. In the past, my uncle told me not to scold me when he fought with me. However, he scolded me after only five moves and asked me to follow him in the future.

He had no intention and kept talking, which made Ling Hanzhong's face turn red. He shouted: "You haven't done anything yet, what nonsense are you talking about!" However, there were many swordsmen behind him who burst into laughter. The laughter - suddenly burst into laughter, one after another, the puff - - the laughter turned into a puff of laughter, Ling Hanzhong was even more embarrassed.

"Ming Ming, if you are afraid of my nephew, just tell me and stop lying to children.

Ling Cong heard that he was very confident and felt relieved a little. He swung his palms slightly, without any special posture, but suddenly felt a burning and fierce energy spreading out from Ling Cong, as if thunder was coming. His whole body is filled with such strong and powerful energy that it is like covering with thunder armor. Even the Forbidden Wind and Thunder Palm Technique of the Wuyi Gang cannot do this.

The baby-faced young man turned into a thunder arrow and shot it out. Ming Feizhen chopped off the black knife in his hand with his backhand. Both moved in an instant, and no one could clearly capture their movements. I saw two figures moving suddenly, and everything changed.

Ming Ming's sword was not real, but Ling Cong clasped his hands together and took it forcefully. The two of them remained motionless towards each other, as if the scene was frozen. No one knows how it got like this, and the movement was so fast that people felt chills on their backs. facial features. Affected by the thunder, Ling Cong's eyesight was so good that he could still see at night. The falling feathers of flying eagles looked like slow ants in his eyes. This is why he was the only one who could catch the flying Ling Xue Zhao before everyone had time to react.

He could see Mingfei’s true movements.

"Oh? That's interesting." Ming Feizhen expressed his appreciation for his opponent for the first time in this battle.

Ling Cong did not reply.

"It's really good. If only... I could practice for five or ten more years.'

Gently and slowly, the black knife was drawn out from between Ling Cong's hands. Ling Cong's whole body was motionless, his eyes were wide open, and his expression was not at all. It was as if the blow from the black knife had shattered his soul at the same time.

Ming Feizhen held Ling Cong with one hand and kept walking, dragging him forward.

Ming Feizhen seemed to want to stretch his muscles and gently flicked the black sword away, but a circle of sword waves was swept away at the same time. The more than thirty swordsmen were almost unable to stand due to the sword's energy.

"Lushan Sword Temple is full of talents, and there is a new monster who can be called 'Murderous Ying Ye', who once killed the demon sect's protector on the Lawless Cliff.

As he spoke, he stepped over Ling Xuezhao, who was completely unconscious.

"Or, there is a man who is known as the highest peak under the Wulao Peak in Lushan Mountain. He has a young man's magical skills, his skills came from the sky, and he is born with extraordinary internal powers. Why don't you let him fight with me?

With his fingers spread apart, Ling Cong, who was still unable to use his thunder power, slowly slipped from Ming Feizhen's hand. His eyes were still open, as if he were a dead corpse.

"I said, why do you keep retreating?"

Being forced back by a young man with a black sword, the pale-faced hundred swordsmen heard this moment, and they felt the last thing they wanted from the bottom of their hearts.

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