Chapter 1820 Heart Rainbow

Even though the West City Gate was very close to the wine shop, surprisingly, no one paid attention to the movement that took place there.

The guests of the wine shop had all stood up at this time, gathered in a group, and surrounded Xiao Wanfeng and the three members of the Cheng family.

It was like a ring.

"Go!"

After thinking about it, Cheng Xie still issued an order.

No one wanted to be the first bird to stand out, and they were afraid of Xuan Cang's sharp sword, but Cheng Xie was not afraid.

This magic sword fell on Xiao Wanfeng, and everyone dared not take it.

When it fell into his hands later, would these cowards dare to take it?

If they dared to do so, then when he Cheng Xie summoned the half-saint again, would they still dare?

As the eighth sword fairy said: "Anyone who fears me will retreat three steps, and anyone who wants to fight me will be accompanied."

Only with absolute self-confidence can one move forward on the road of ancient swordsmanship - Cheng Xie, as an ancient sword cultivator, understands this principle better than anyone else.

Today, he will definitely be the first bird to stand out.

Not only must he be the master, he must also make everyone in the audience retreat and not dare to confront the Cheng family.

"Go!"

The two great Taixu who received the young master's order no longer had the slightest intention of retreating.

The dividing line on the ground cut by Xiao Wanfeng was a joke in the eyes of the two at this moment.

If he really had the strength, the sword would not have been cut on the ground, but on one of them.

Those who pretend to be gods and ghosts must be strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

The Cheng family did not do many things of bullying the weak, but they did do a lot.

This time, for the sake of the magic sword Xuancang, what's wrong with losing face in front of Fusang?

"Daluo Yunzhi!"

The two great Taixu jumped over the dividing line, one soared in the air, and the power of Taixu roared, condensing into a gray-white giant behind him.

The giant pointed from the sky hole to kill, and the wind and clouds were entangled, shaking the sky and breaking the earth. Its momentum and aftermath have caused the wine shops and the earth to collapse.

"Leaf of Xiaosheng!"

Another Taixu floated in the air, white leaves flying around his waist. He pinched a leaf with his fingers and threw it coldly.

The leaves of Xiaosheng broke through the air, and the area within a thousand miles was instantly silent, and everyone lost their hearing.

In the field of vision, the white leaves like flying blades swirled and enlarged, as if to cut through the souls and wills of everyone in the audience.

"The Taixu invited by the Cheng family is very targeted."

Outside the game, Dan Sheng Lu Shi and Lianling Fengsheng did not know much about ancient swordsmen, but they knew a lot about Lianling Taixu.

A big Luoyun finger mainly kills the flesh, and a Xiaosheng leaf mainly attacks the spirit, let alone the young boy Xiao Wanfeng.

Even if it was another Taixu, as long as he did not study the three paths of body, spirit and mind at the same time, he would be exploited somewhere.

——How many people in the world can master the three paths of body, spirit and mind?

Naturally, Xiao Wanfeng could not deal with it!

At that time, if there is a flaw in the three paths of body, spirit and mind, it will surely be met with a storm of attacks from the two great voids.

First tear open the wound, then sprinkle salt on the wound, continue to sprinkle salt, sprinkle salt crazily - just grab a flaw, and you can kill people!

"But this method of relying on seniority and bullying the minority is shameful, hum!"

The military saint Tie Dameng is a rough man, and he can't stand two old men targeting a teenager.

He can't stand the Cheng family, a family of ancient sword cultivators, not only seizing the sword, but also not using the ancient etiquette of ancient sword cultivators to fight for the path fairly.

On the contrary, they adopted a shameless beating tactic!

Lu Shiyu shook his head slightly, his eyes fixed on the three-foot-long sword in the boy's hand:

"Everyone is afraid of a capsize in the gutter, but that is the magic sword Xuancang. Once the golden dragon of luck for thousands of years comes out, not to mention Taixu, even the half-saints have to avoid the edge for a while."

"But that is Rao Yaoyao's golden dragon of luck!" Tie Dameng disagreed, "Even if Xiao Wanfeng can use it, how much power can he have left? He can't win at all!"

Lu Shiyu glanced at him, and didn't know what Tie Dameng meant for a moment, and said with a smile: "It is because of fear that Cheng's Taixu has a full-strength attack?"

Tie Dameng can't speak, and can't express his feelings.

He was just a spectator, and he rolled his eyes immediately, too lazy to say more: "Anyway, I can't stand it. At the critical moment, I will take action!"

Lu Shiyu ignored him, pointed to the battlefield below, and had a little expectation:

"Move."

...

Xiao Wanfeng moved.

When the two great Taixu broke through the air, he didn't move yet.

When the two great voids crossed the dividing line, he tightened his grip, the Xuancang sword turned, his eyes and eyebrows turned cold, and his fighting spirit burst out.

"Xuancang, open!"

The sword hummed and moved, and Xuancang spit out three feet of rosy clouds.

Xiao Wanfeng was like a different person, from the gentle and jade-like, no-edges hidden sword state, to a sharp edge, like a sword out of the sheath.

He took a step forward.

"Boom!"

The wind and snow were surging, and the sword intent was high.

Cheng Xie took a look and almost couldn't help laughing, "Acquired sword intent?"

Acquired sword intent, sword sounds a mile.

This is what laymen use to judge the level of sword intent of ancient sword cultivators.

Cheng Xie naturally didn't use it. As the throne of swordsmanship, he had already cultivated a pair of wise eyes.

Everyone in the tavern also laughed, thinking it was so awesome, but it turned out to be a big fart.

But soon, the smiles on everyone's faces froze.

Xiao Wanfeng's sword intent was rising, but it was just the beginning. Soon, the sound of the sword broke through ten miles, and Fu Sang moved slightly.

"Ten miles of sword sound, innate sword intent!"

This is a bit surprising. A mortal boy in his teens cultivated innate sword intent?

But in front of Taixu, innate sword intent is useless!

"Wait!"

It hasn't stopped yet!

In an instant, around the Fusang Tavern, the spirit swords of the people trembled, and the famous swords were startled. They all flew into the air, intending to return to the court.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect, the master sword intention?"

Xiao Wanfeng said "open", from a mortal body, he opened the master sword intention?

The four sons of the Burial Sword Tomb came from a distance.

Everyone paid attention to the only girl among the four, that is Gu Qingsi, who is about the same age as Xiao Wanfeng.

Gu Qingsi and Shouye were born in Tiansang Ling Palace, and they were also amazing.

Half a year ago, she was also a master sword intention, but she had a master, from the ancient sword cultivation family Su family, spirit sword cultivation Xiao Qixiu, and Burial Sword Tomb Wen Ting.

She had enlightenment in the way of swordsmanship, and someone led the way from beginning to end.

Xiao Wanfeng is a wild man, at this age, can he also cultivate the same master sword intention?

Gu Qingyi could clearly sense that Xiao Wanfeng was more than that. He turned to look at Su Qianqian and chuckled, "I'm afraid he is not weaker than you."

Su Qianqian nodded, knowing that the senior brother took her feelings into consideration, and said without hesitation, "Somewhat better."

Gu Qingyi and Gu Qingyi were solemn, but they didn't think too much about it.

"Too much better."

"Too much better."

Lu Shiyu saw that the sword intent was still rising, and his face was surprised.

He has never eaten pork, but he has seen pigs run. He glanced at Tie Dameng: "Maybe you don't need to do anything."

As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Wanfeng's black hair fluttered, and the sword intent rushed into the sky, no longer restrained.

"Crack!"

The ground around him cracked, and was broken into pieces by the sword intent.

The sharp-eyed person glanced and found that the broken part was a large circle about ten feet long. The cracks inside were not scattered, but seemed to have a complex law of order in chaos.

What is this?

Cheng Xie also noticed the cracked circle of the sword under Xiao Wanfeng's feet. He could no longer laugh and was horrified.

"The Sword Dao Mystery Formation Diagram?"

It seemed to be true, but it was not.

If the Sword Dao Mystery Formation Diagram of Shouye was formed by the Dao, it would be extremely bright and magnificent.

What was under Xiao Wanfeng's feet was like a firefly to the bright moon, insignificant.

It was a physical crack in the ground, only a few feet in radius, without even a trace of Dao rhyme.

But, is it really not there?

The Dao rhyme was not formed by the cracked pattern, but by Xiao Wanfeng's body. At this time, Xiao Wanfeng's sword intent was so strong that it could shake the sky without any obstacles.

"The Sword Dao Throne!"

The people around the tavern shouted in horror.

Xuan Cang's choice was not wrong. This sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was extremely talented and had reached the realm of the Sword Dao Throne!

What is the "Sword Dao Throne"?

The lower limit of the Sword Dao Throne is barely open, and it can be killed by the Sword Sect across levels.

The upper limit is the Seven Sword Immortals, who are qualified to participate in the competition, win the name of the ancient and unprecedented, and be respected by the five domains.

The upper limit is to open the mysterious door with a sword, kill the half-saint with force, shake the Saint Emperor, or conquer the ancestor god.

Shou Ye, to put it bluntly, is also the throne of swordsmanship!

Shou Ye's evil sword is recognized by four swords, and Xiao Wanfeng's magic sword Xuan Cang is recognized. Can these two be on par?

"What a joke!"

Thinking of this, everyone's face turned green.

Xiao Wanfeng may have some strength, but it is definitely not at the level of a "monster".

His sword throne is at most the qualification of a candidate for the Seven Sword Immortals, and he may not even be a candidate, after all, he is unknown.

"By the way..."

Thinking of the name, thinking of the Seven Sword Immortals.

Everyone hurriedly looked at Gu Qinger in the sword tomb. This is a serious leader of the new generation of ancient swordsmen.

But they saw that Gu Qinger's face was solemn, but only for a moment.

When he sensed that someone was looking at him, he nodded slightly, his eyes showing the approval of a superior to a subordinate, indicating a slight recognition of Xiao Wanfeng's strength.

—— He was just short of stroking his beard in an old-fashioned way, but it was a pity that Gu Qinger shaved his beard clean.

"Huh..."

Everyone sighed and came to the conclusion:

Xiao Wanfeng has something, but not much.

...

"Really not much?"

Outsiders' feelings are outsiders.

The two great Taixu watched as Xiao Wanfeng jumped from a mortal to the throne of swordsmanship in an instant, comparable to the young master Cheng Xie.

If you want to talk about pressure, there is no way there is none!

There is no limit to the ancient sword cultivators, who doesn't know it in the world, not to mention that the sword in this boy's hand is called Xuan Cang!

"I hate it!"

The Taixu's attack was already extremely fast, but it was a little slower than Xiao Wanfeng's sword, and when he faced him, he had his hidden sword unsheathed.

This slight difference made the two elders feel uncomfortable.

But after knowing that this boy was extraordinary, they wanted to increase the intensity of their attack, but a calm voice came to the ears of the two elders:

"Heart Sword Art·Heart Lake."

Xiao Wanfeng ordered the sword not to cut, but to hang it in front of his chest and gently stab it down.

Wow!

The earth was rippling with sword waves, lifting heavy objects with ease, quietly including all the people around.

The faces of the two elders of Taixu changed, and they were already panicked.

The scene in front of them changed. It was no longer Fusang City, no longer a wine shop, but on a clear lake.

No sky, no earth, no flowers, no grass.

Everything in this world was wiped out. The two elders stood on the lake. There was nothing around except this heart lake.

They wanted to move, they could move, but they couldn't get out.

They attacked, the heart lake was rippled, and the waves disappeared, without any effect.

The two elders looked at each other and saw the panic in each other's eyes: It's over, this kid, his cultivation at the level of mind is better than ours!

"This is..."

Dan Saint Lu Shiyu was surprised.

He was also brought into the heart lake, and he could no longer see the Fusang scenery, and he also stood on the lake waves.

But unlike the two old men Taixu in the battle, he can see other people, Tie Dameng, Shangfeng Taoist, and many spectators in the tavern.

——Only Xiao Wanfeng is not there!

"What is this? How did I get in? Illusion Sword Technique?"

Tie Dameng was shocked, and ripples appeared under his feet, but as soon as the ripples appeared, they disappeared, and the power seemed to be swallowed up by the heart lake.

The spectators in the tavern were also panicked, and each of them looked anxious:

"My God, what kind of heart sword technique is this image?"

"I'm just a spectator, don't bring me in, I don't want to die!"

"Look, Dan Sheng, Bing Sheng, Zhen Sheng are also here, and the half-saints have been brought in. Xiao Wanfeng wants to kill the saint?"

"Cheng family Taixu, it's not moving, what's going on?"

The heart lake ripples frequently, and in the sound of discussion, waves are rising, but soon all the waves disappear, and the heart lake swallows them all.

The two great Taixu in the battle were like puppets, as if they were in another world of the heart lake.

They might have made some movements and performances, but what they showed in the hearts of the spectators was just "nothing" - nothing!

"Is this the heart sword technique?"

Su Qianqian entered the Buried Sword Tomb late, and only practiced for half a year. She had never seen such a heart sword technique, and immediately turned her head to look at the third senior brother.

She only knew that the heart sword technique was divided into two realms: the current gods and Buddhas, and Prajna.

Xiao Wanfeng had never used the heart sword technique.

His heart sword technique did not seem to be in these two realms. Was he taking a different approach?

The third senior brother looked at the second senior brother.

The second senior brother looked at the eldest senior brother.

The eldest senior brother Gu Qing looked heavy and whispered: "The ancient sword technique is divided into nine sword techniques, eighteen sword flows, and three thousand sword ways."

Gu Qing of the Buried Sword Tomb spoke one by one, and everyone in the audience looked at him, including the half-saint, including Cheng Xie, who was born in an ancient sword cultivation family but was also confused about this sword.

"Three thousand sword paths are the foundation, which is the 'sand' that gathers sand to form a tower. If you feel that you have practiced the three thousand sword paths, you can advance to the Dao and practice skills, and choose to practice the sword style."

"Of the eighteen sword styles, the heart sword technique has two: the gods and Buddhas in the present, and Prajna. If you understand these two, you can further cultivate your mind, enter the Dao with your heart, open the mystery of the sword, and be deified as the ancestor."

"The word 'Tao' in the sword path is one, and the sword style is two. The 'heart way' of the heart sword technique is to see the mountain as a mountain, see the mountain as not a mountain, see the mountain as the back of the mountain, and return to the original simplicity. 'Three' - this is the real 'ancient sword way'."

Speaking of this, Gu Qing sighed, and was a little unbelievable:

"Master said , because it is difficult to directly practice the ‘Way of the Heart’, the Eighteen Sword Flows and Three Thousand Sword Daos were derived to facilitate the practice of ancient swordsmanship. ”

“This is just like the difficulty of practicing the spiritual way, so you must first master the power of the innate attributes, master the spiritual skills and holy martial arts, and then you can be deified and called the ancestor.”

“But if there are amazing talents, you can completely skip this step, skip the path of ‘using the Tao to enter the skills, using the skills to enter the Tao’, and directly enter the Tao with the heart.”

“Xiao Wanfeng, you took the third step, which is to return to the original nature.”

Everyone was confused, but the ancient sword practitioner Cheng Xie’s feet exploded, splashing water, and almost fell into the heart lake.

Su Qianqian also had ripples under her body, and asked in surprise: “He doesn’t practice the sword way, doesn’t practice the sword flow, but only the sword art?”

Gu Qingyi shook his head: “He must have practiced it, but he has reached the realm where he can directly use the sword art of the heart, and the auxiliary means such as the sword way and the sword flow are no longer needed.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience exploded under their feet.

Even the Alchemy Saint Lu Shiyu and the Military Saint Tie Dameng understood that Xiao Wanfeng was on the third level. This young man was so terrifying!

The Heart Lake was in turmoil.

The turmoil returned to nothingness.

Until this moment, Xiao Wanfeng, who was on the battlefield, appeared on the Heart Lake. Facing the two great voids that were under the control of the Heart Lake, he did not draw his sword.

On the contrary, he slowly sheathed Xuan Cang.

"Heart Sword Technique·Returning Waves."

Wow!

The image of the Heart Lake disappeared.

Everyone seemed to have returned from a fantasy, back to Fusang, back to the vicinity of the wine shop.

But they saw the two great voids in the air frozen, and the attack just now disappeared because of the loss of mind, and each of them was bleeding from all seven orifices, clearly suffering from the backlash of the out-of-control spiritual skills.

The two elders had no light in their eyes, their minds were completely lost, and their spiritual intentions seemed to have been taken away by someone, and went to...

Everyone turned their heads and looked at Xiao Wanfeng.

Xiao Wanfeng held the scabbard at his waist, Xuan Cang was hidden deep in the scabbard. He seemed calm, but his hands and feet were shaking.

But he was not shaking because of panic or nervousness!

It was because Xuan Cang was sheathed at this time. There was not only Xuan Cang in the scabbard, but also a terrifying power that moved people, like the power of a semi-saint!

"Gui Lan..."

Some people thought of the ripples that had just appeared and disappeared in the heart lake.

Su Qianqian looked at the eldest brother, and Gu Qing nodded slightly, thinking: "He hid the 'waves of mind' of everyone in the heart lake just now, including the semi-saint..."

Is this the sword art of the heart?

Cheng Xie has realized that something is wrong. This must also include the sword art of hiding, right?

He guessed it!

Xiao Wanfeng knows more than just the sword art of the heart.

But what kind of sword art of hiding can hide the waves of the heart lake of a semi-saint and turn the invisible power into a visible one? This involves the sword art of no sword art and no sword flow, right?

What kind of swordsmanship can forcibly plunder the power of the heart lake from others? This involves the swordsmanship of love and the way of the world, right?

"This Xiao Wanfeng..."

Cheng Xie's face was pale and his lips trembled.

Xiao Wanfeng seemed to know more than he thought, and he used ancient swordsmanship that he had never seen before!

"Not good!"

He suddenly realized something and shouted: "Cheng Zhong! Cheng Qi! Wake up quickly!"

After this loud shout, the two elders in the air woke up from their dreams, their bodies trembled, and the spiritual light in their eyes returned.

But they didn't move yet.

Xiao Wanfeng closed his eyes deeply, and there were whispers in his heart:

"The waves are as calm as a mirror, and the rosy clouds are as bright as silk."

"A startling rainbow spits out, and the moonlight flows like hail."

The heart lake reappears, encircles everyone, and then disappears again.

"Draw the sword, heart rainbow!"

Everyone's mind trembled, and they only felt a flash before their eyes.

Xiao Wanfeng had already drawn his sword, and slashed twice in succession, slashing the two Taixu in the air with horrified faces.

Bang! Bang!

The holy rainbow was high, piercing through the clouds, breaking through the heart lakes of the two Taixu elders, like a ghost taking souls, taking away all the spiritual light in the eyes of the two people, turning them into hail-like moonlight, reflecting snowflakes, and falling in the air.

Bang! Bang!

The two elders fell to the ground, smashing the ground full of smoke and dust.

The body was clearly intact, without any missing part, but it was like a soulless zombie, without any life at all.