Chapter 750: Battle Between Father and Son
"This sword and sword tassel are gifts from our elders,"
Ci Song held the long sword in his hand and said softly: "The sword is named Shuihan, and the ear is named Donglin."
"A gift from an elder?"
The young man raised his white brows and looked at Ci Song with a look of sudden realization. Then he turned to look at the young man Yan Zheng and said, "Look, I said that old man Xue was unreliable. He said that Shui Hanjian was unreliable before. , Donglin Sword Spike is the only one in the world, and there are two of them today.”
The young man Yan Zheng did not respond when he heard the words, his eyes still stayed on Bai Ye, because he felt a familiar aura from this young man, which was the aura of the "kill" formula.
"Sure enough, there is more than one copy of Yan Sheng's calligraphy inheritance." Young Yan Zheng thought to himself.
"Hey, Yan Zheng, I'm talking to you!"
Seeing that the young man Yan Zheng was not paying attention to him, the young man Ci Qibai suddenly muttered something dissatisfied, and then stopped thinking about why the Shuihan Sword and the Donglin Sword Spike became two handles. He held the Shuihan Sword in his hand and pointed at Bai Ye. He Ci Song said: "Let's take action together, don't waste time."
As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Bai Ye and Ci Song to respond, the young man Ci Qibai turned into a cold light and rushed towards the two of them. The Shui Han Sword in his hand shook, and in an instant, the overwhelming sword energy suddenly erupted. , wrapped in the biting cold wind, formed an ice and snow storm, covering the entire arena, and the sound was extremely terrifying.
When Ci Song saw this, he held the water cold sword in his hand and faced him. He tapped the tip of his sword. In an instant, with him as the center, circles of cold air condensed crazily, turning into an indestructible circular ice wall, standing in the storm. In it, all the overwhelming sword energy and ice and snow were isolated,
The next moment, the young man Ci Qibai's figure appeared on the ice wall. The water cold sword in his hand slashed down violently, wrapped in the extremely cold air, it turned into a huge ice-blue sword light and slashed towards Ci Song.
Ci Song raised his head and looked at the icy blue sword light falling from the sky with a solemn expression. The cold water sword in his hand suddenly pierced the sky. The majestic sword energy poured out like a flood that burst the embankment, turning into a huge sword shadow. Shake Ci Qi Bai's sword that created the world.
The sword shadow collided with the icy blue sword light. In an instant, the entire arena seemed to be enveloped by two extremely cold sword energies. The temperature dropped sharply below the freezing point. The hoarfrost on the arena thickened at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming a A series of ice edges hung in every corner of the arena.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise, and Ci Song's figure suddenly trembled, his feet drew two long traces on the ground, and then he barely stopped.
On the other side, the figure of young man Ci Qibai did not move at all. He stood on the ice wall, looking down at Ci Song, and said with some surprise: "Not bad, you can actually catch my sword. "
He raised his sword again and slashed towards Ci Song, but this time, where the tip of his sword passed, there were snowflakes falling. Each snowflake was as clear as ice crystals, exuding a deep chill.
"With the sword, the sky and the earth move."
Before he finished speaking, the young man's Ci Qibai had turned into a faint shadow, like a lone giant flying through the wind and snow, instantly towering over Ci Song. The water-cold sword was wrapped with the ultimate sword energy that could freeze all things, and he took it straight. Ci Song's neck, its speed was so fast that it split the surrounding air, leaving a bright ice blue sword track that lingered in the air for a long time.
"Heng Jian, lift the sword and ask the sky."
I saw Ci Song holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, turning his body nimbly, raising the tip of the sword to face the Shuihan sword that was about to fall. The two swords intersected, and instantly burst out with dazzling light and deafening roar.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"
In an instant, the shadow of the sword was like a shuttle, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal. The two cold water swords collided fiercely on the ring, making a crisp sound of gold and iron. Every time they collided, ice crystal fragments flew out, like ice and snow. The elves are dancing.
The young men, Yan Zheng and Bai Ye, both stood in mid-air, quietly watching the fight between the two. Bai Ye had his hands folded across his chest, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The young man Yan Zheng's gaze remained on Bai Ye. He always felt that the aura of the "kill" formula he felt from this young man was not an illusion.
"bite!"
With a crisp sound, the two fiercely colliding Shui Han Swords suddenly separated. The figures of Ci Song and Young Ci Qi Bai also flew out and landed steadily at both ends of the ring.
"Where did you learn your swordsmanship???"
Young Ci Qibai looked at Ci Song, with a bit of doubt in his tone. When he fought with Ci Song just now, Youth Ci Qibai clearly sensed that the sword technique used by Ci Song was exactly the horizontal sword technique, one of the vertical and horizontal sword techniques. Swordsmanship.
Moreover, the horizontal sword technique that Ci Song mastered was not superficial, but the essence. How could this not surprise him.
Gongsun Cuo and Ning Ping'an once said that apart from the two of them, the only person in the world who mastered the vertical and horizontal swordsmanship was their teacher, Mr. Guiguzi Wang Xu.
Could it be that the young man in front of me is a disciple of Guiguzi?
"My swordsmanship was taught by teachers and elders in my family. As for the details, please forgive me for not being able to tell you."
Ci Song looked at the young man Ci Qi Bai and said with some vigilance.
"Teacher? An elder in the family?"
Young Ci Qibai frowned slightly when he heard the words, but then relaxed. He looked at Ci Song and said, "Well, since you don't want to say it, I won't force it. My purpose today is to leave, not to investigate." Other people’s details.”
"The strong wind blows the clouds in the sky, and the shadow of the sword is like a dragon leaping across the sky."
"The sword light flashes and the cold stars fall, and the ghosts and gods are killed with a wild roar and a long song."
As the young man Ci Qibai recited the poem, his whole aura suddenly changed. If he was a sharp sword unsheathed just now, he was like a sheathed divine sword, all the sharpness was restrained, but the sharp sword energy was even more terrifying. Once it erupted, it would surely cause the sky to collapse and the earth to split.
Behind him, scenes of poetry and poetry quietly bloomed, like the most exquisite painting in the world slowly unfolding. In this illusion, the figure of a swordsman quietly emerged. He was dressed in a white robe that was not stained with dust. His figure was light, like a crane in the clouds, elegant and out of the world.
The face of the swordsman was exactly the same as Ci Qibai's. This was the manifestation of the strange vision of poetry and poetry.
"The guest from Zhao wears a Hu tassel, and the Wu hook shines through the frost and snow. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, which gallops like a meteor."
"Kill one person every ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles. When the task is done, brush off the clothes and leave, hiding the body and name."
"I went to Xinling to drink, took off the sword and laid it across my knees. I was about to feed Zhu Hai with roast meat, and held the cup to persuade Hou Ying.
"Three cups of wine and a promise was made, and the Five Mountains seemed light. After the eyes were dizzy and the ears were hot, the spirit was born."
"Save Zhao with a golden hammer, Handan was shocked first. Two heroes of the ages, glorious in Daliang City."
"Even if I die, my chivalrous spirit will be fragrant, and I will not be ashamed of the heroes in the world. Who can write for you, the Taixuan Sutra in your old age. ”
Ci Song recited the entire "Xia Ke Xing" in succession. With each sentence he recited, Ci Song's momentum soared, like a dragon soaring into the sky, invincible.
When the poem ended, at that moment, the world seemed to be torn apart by an irresistible force, and a vast and boundless sword intent gushed out from his body, rushing straight into the sky, shaking the clouds and fog away, and changing the color of the world.
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