Chapter 822 Fifth Brother's Ten Thousand Blade Sword
The appearance of this long sword is extremely strange. The blade is dull and gray as a whole. There is no scabbard, and the length of the hilt is almost the same as the sword body.
There are nine shallow dents on the sword, which are unevenly distributed. There are multiple gaps on the tip of the sword, and there is a deep crack on the hilt, as if the long sword will break into pieces at any time.
But just like that, this long sword exudes a faint pressure of the saint, especially the nine dents on the sword, which also have faint traces of blood.
Yan Wen gently blew the dust above and said slowly: "This sword is called Wanbian."
"This sword is the Ten Thousand-Edged Sword of the Fifth Vice Master, right? I once heard that young man say it."
Speaking of this, Ci Song paused and did not clarify the truth.
"Although the Ten Thousand-Edged Sword is only a semi-saint treasure, it was once the sword used by Han Sheng when he was young. It was the sword he used before he broke through to the sub-sage. Later, Han Sheng gave it to his disciples, and later , passed down from generation to generation, passed into the hands of my senior brother.”
"Back then, I begged Fifth Senior Brother for a long time, but he was unwilling to give me this sword. Later, before Fifth Senior Brother died on the battlefield, he threw the sword back to the pass. Later, I brought it back to Tianguan."
Yan Wen gently waved the sword. The moment he waved it, the blade of the sword disappeared.
And when it stops, the sword blade will condense again and return to its original state, which is quite magical.
"The Ten Thousand Blade Sword Technique was created by Han Sheng's disciples based on the characteristics of this sword. The sword is silent, the sword falls without leaving a mark, and the sword passes without a shadow. If the Ten Thousand Blade Sword Technique is practiced to the extreme, one can swing tens of thousands of swords in an instant. There are tens of thousands of sword shadows, and even the lesser saint cannot be found."
Having said this, Yan Wen slowly waved his long sword. Following his movements, the long sword turned into sword shadows, and the sword shadows turned into sword lights again. In just a moment, the entire martial arts stage was filled with sword lights.
"Clang, clang, clang" A series of sounds of gold and iron colliding were heard, and Yan Wen suddenly sheathed his sword, and then thousands of sword marks appeared on the martial arts stage. These sword marks were of different depths and unevenly distributed. "It's a pity that my qualifications are dull. After many years of practice, I can only swing six thousand seven hundred and twenty-eight swords at the same time."
Speaking of this, Yan Wen suddenly laughed at himself, pointed his sword at Ci Song, and said: "I know your swordsmanship is superb, but I don't know if you can break this ten thousand-edged sword technique."
Ci Song didn't say much. He put the cloud-patterned glazed gold pole and stick into the jade pendant, and then took out the Shuihan Sword and the Donglin Sword Spike from it. The sword spikes swayed gently, and the terrifying chill was centered on the Shuihan Sword. It spread quickly, and in just an instant, the entire martial arts stage was covered in ice and completely frozen.
"Ci Yang, look, I will teach you the Ten Thousand Blade Sword Technique only this time."
Yan Wen said to Ci Yang who was watching the battle below the martial arts stage. When Ci Yang heard this, he nodded seriously.
I saw the talent behind him resonate with the ten thousand-edged sword in his hand,
Immediately afterwards, Yan Wen's entire figure suddenly disappeared. When Ci Song saw this, he immediately became vigilant.
Observing the surroundings, Donglin's sword swayed slightly, and the terrifying chill spread quickly, completely protecting his whole body.
"bite."
Suddenly, the sound of a sword sounded, and Ci Song immediately looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a sword light suddenly appeared, piercing his throat.
Ci Song immediately swung his sword and slashed towards the sword light, but the sword light suddenly disappeared. Then, there was another sword sound. Ci Song swung his sword again, but the sword light disappeared again. In just a short moment, the sound of swords could be heard on the martial arts stage, and Ci Song directly relied on the Donglin sword spike to resist the sword lights that appeared one after another.
"This swordsmanship is really wonderful. I can't detect your aura at all."
"Ding ding ding."
A series of sword sounds were like a sudden ice storm in the cold night, sharp and rapid, penetrating the quiet air around them. The ice barrier formed by Ci Song at an astonishing speed, under the baptism of the continuous sword light, seemed as if the lake surface in winter had been hit by violent wind and rain, and the cracks spread rapidly like a spider web.
The appearance of each sword mark is accompanied by a subtle clicking sound, which is a sign that the frost is cut with extreme sharpness.
Yan Wen's swordsmanship was like a ghost, erratic. His sword seemed both tangible and invisible. Every time he swung it, the sword light left a faint trail in the air, and then disappeared suddenly. In the next moment, the fatal edge was already in the most imperceptible gap in Ci Song. appeared quietly. This is not just a sword fight
Yan Wen's swordsmanship was really weird. Every time he swung his sword, the sword light would disappear instantly. When it reappeared, it would definitely be at an angle that was most difficult for Ci Song to defend.
"Clang clang clang."
The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed over the empty martial arts arena, and every sound shook the heartstrings of the spectators. Under Yan Wen's endless sword rain, the frost barrier gradually became riddled with holes. The cold air intertwined with the sword intent, forming a hazy mist that shrouded the entire martial arts performance stage in a hazy and chilling atmosphere.
A crisp sword cry of "ding" pierced the sky, and Yan Wen's figure suddenly appeared in front of Ci Song like a ghost. The two sword tips collided in the slightest, bursting out with dazzling light, and the terrifying sword energy was like a strong wind. The sudden rain swept across the entire martial arts stage in an instant. Wherever it passed, ice and frost shattered, dust flew, and even the air was torn into countless tiny vortices.
In that sword energy, there was both the sharpness and domineeringness of Yan Wen's swordsmanship, and the coldness and bitingness of Ci Song's ice power. The two intertwined and actually tore this solid martial arts stage apart.
"boom."
There was a loud noise, and the martial arts stage exploded instantly. The terrifying sword energy and chill spread around, and Yan Wen's figure flew backwards.
At the moment when Yan Wen landed, the ground seemed unable to bear the impact and uttered a dull groan, followed by a sliding track of ten feet, with ice and dust interweaving, like a light snow in winter, but with a chill and solemnity that could not be ignored.
And Ci Song stood there like a pine tree, the Shuihan sword trembled slightly, the Donglin sword tassel swayed in the wind, and his face remained calm.
Although he was not injured, the Confucian robe he wore had dozens of sword marks on it, all of which were caused by Yan Wen's sword energy just now.
Yan Wen slowly stood up from the ground. He looked up at Ci Song on the martial arts stage and said softly, "Sure enough, even the Ten Thousand Blades Sword Technique can't hurt you at all."
Ci Song put away the Shuihan Sword, shook his head gently, and said, "You haven't practiced the Ten Thousand Blades Sword Technique to the extreme, otherwise, I would really be hurt by this sword energy, not like now."
Speaking of this, he paused slightly and continued, "You held back on that sword just now."
Yan Wen was stunned at first, then smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "It's not holding back, but the current me can't exert the strength I should have."
. . . . . .