The Heavens: Starting from the Monk of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 405 The First Appearance of the Six Paths of Sword Art
"Amitabha, the poor monk and others have also gone down the mountain."

Master Kongwen could remember that he and his two juniors were still suffering from extreme Yin and Yang internal forces.

Now they can only go to Wudang Mountain and ask Luo Qingyang to help them. That Immortal Medical Doctor Hu Qingniu will definitely not save them.

If the stalemate continues like this, the ghost knows whether they can be saved, or they may lose their lives.

Even Miejue Shitai, who was in charge of this matter, went down the mountain directly, and he had no reason to stay here.

"Master, wait a minute, our Kunlun and Shaolin go the same way."

He Taichong and his wife from the Kunlun Sect also plan to go to Wudang Mountain, please ask Luo Qingyang to take a good look.

They were injured by Zhou Zhiruo, and the power of Yin and Yang also invaded their bodies, but the condition was not as serious as that of several Shaolin monks.

"Shaolin and Emei are gone, and the Wudang sect won't deal with their disciples, so what are we left for?"

"That's right, this time the Emei faction united with other sects to besiege Guangmingding, but the Wudang faction became the final winner."

"The Wudang sect not only has Zhang Zhenren and that heavenly man, but now also has the entire Mingjiao."

There are many righteous people around, talking about it.

Among other things, the Wudang faction's gains from this trip are enough to make many people envious.

Mingjiao is not destroyed, and it will definitely revive, and Wudang will add reinforcements.

In the future Wudang Mountain, whoever dares to provoke, the Mingjiao alone will be able to compare with several sects.

Many famous and decent sects left the mountain one by one, and it was meaningless for them to stay here any longer.

"Wuji, I will leave Mingjiao to you. Remember not to do anything wrong, otherwise your grand master and elder brother may come to you to have a good talk. We are also going down the mountain."

Song Yuanqiao was not surprised by this ending.

Ever since Dai Qisi appeared in the Mingjiao camp, he knew that Luo Qingyang had already set his sights on the number one sect.

Seeing Zhou Zhiruo challenging the elders of Kunlun and Zhang Wuji appearing in Mingjiao, the driving force behind it is self-evident.

"Uncle, don't worry, sister Dai is watching me!"

Zhang Wuji didn't want to be the leader of the sect, but if Luo Qingyang wanted him to be, he could only be.

I don't know what Luo Qingyang is going to do to subdue Mingjiao.

At this point, the Wudang faction also descended from the Guangming Peak, and the vitality of the entire Ming Cult was severely injured, but it was not to the point of being injured.

On the other side, Luo Qingyang was wearing a lake-blue Taoist robe and carrying a mahogany sword on his back.

During this time, he had found Zhu Yuanzhang and beheaded him with one sword.

"Now, it's my turn to do it."

Luo Qingyang's figure disappeared on the mountain, and he was so close that he couldn't see his shadow. The next moment, he had already appeared in the camp of the Emei Sect.

When he arrived, the female disciples of the Emei Sect had already been hit by Shixiang Ruanjinsan and fell to the ground one by one.

A large group of Mongolian soldiers surrounded this place and surrounded all the disciples of the Emei Sect.

"I didn't expect not only to use poison, but also to send [-] Mongolian soldiers."

Luo Qingyang slowly drew out the mahogany sword, and stood in front of Miejue Shitai and the others.

"Song Shaoxia, what's going on here?"

Juejue Shitai couldn't use all his internal strength, relying on the Yitian sword alone, he was definitely not a match for the five hundred Mongolian soldiers.

Even if the Emei Sect hadn't been poisoned, it would be very difficult for the only remaining people to break out of the Mongolian soldiers' encirclement.

"You have been poisoned by Shixiangruanjinsan. I will prepare the antidote for you later. Please close your eyes now. Don't open them, otherwise your life may be in danger."

After Luo Qingyang finished speaking, he suddenly started dancing on the spot.

I saw him as graceful as a frightened bird, graceful as a swimming dragon, and the mahogany sword was spinning and swinging in his hand from time to time.

At this moment, he seemed to be one with nature, and the heavens and the earth trembled.

After the Emei sect closed their eyes, they heard the faint sound of birdsong in their ears.

They seemed to hear cuckoos, partridges, swallows, chirps, blue tits, thrushes, larks, blue-bills, and other birds.

There even seemed to be a rooster crowing, all coming from the direction of Luo Qingyang.

Two phoenixes formed by true energy danced in the sky above Luo Qingyang, and the phoenix crowed in the sky, as if entering a fairyland.

The sounds of various birds chirping right now are actually made by the sword dance, echoing with the birds formed by true energy.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now, Mrs. Tai, I have to go to rescue other sects, so I will take my leave first."

After Luo Qingyang's words fell, the whole person had disappeared.

Many female disciples of the Emei Sect opened their eyes and looked forward, only to find that the five hundred Mongolian soldiers were all dead.

Even the horses they sat on were all dead, without exception.

"How on earth did he do it?"

Ding Minjun looked at the front in disbelief, all the dead Mongolian soldiers.

They didn't seem to have blood flowing out, and everyone died peacefully, as if they were dying.

In other words, they were killed silently without even knowing it.

"This"

Miejue Shitai was also at a loss.

The members of the Emei Sect heard a song called Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix, and they didn't feel any killing intent.

Then all the Mongolian soldiers died, and they fell down the moment they opened their eyes.

"Master, Junior Brother Song seems to be standing here dancing with a sword."

Ding Minjun looked at the footprints on the soil and was convinced that Luo Qingyang was dancing sword here just now.

Moreover, the sound they heard was like a classical movement, so beautiful.

"Nephew Song cultivates the way of heaven, it's not something you and I can understand, but now that the Mongolian soldiers are all dead, let's go back and join other sects."

Juejue master and apprentice saw so many Mongolian soldiers, and immediately understood their intentions.

I'm afraid that leading the six sects to the Guangming Peak is to make them both lose, and the Mongolian soldiers will reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Since they were attacked, other sects probably did the same. They were probably poisoned and surrounded by Mongolian soldiers.

Now that there is a genius doctor nearby, why should they go to Wudang Mountains!
On Wudang Mountain, there is only one Hu Qingniu left, except for the Mingjiao people, they will not be healed at all.

Luo Qingyang ran to several houses in a row, all to make everyone close their eyes, and he performed a sword dance in the field.

Huashan School, Kongtong School, and Kunlun School all refused to listen to their persuasion. When the sword dance ended, their vitality was cut off and they died inexplicably.

In the end, Luo Qingyang went to the Wudang faction. They were the last to go down the mountain, and they were also the last to encounter the Mongolian soldiers.

It's just that this time, there are a lot of Mongolian soldiers, there are thousands of people, twice as many as other sects.

"Father, Sixth Uncle, Seventh Uncle, all of you close your eyes and remember not to look around, or your life may be in danger."

Luo Qingyang jumped up and swung the mahogany sword on a tree, all kinds of voices appeared.

The phoenix and a hundred birds with condensed true energy formed on top of his head, this time they did not dissipate, but were thrown in the direction of the two elders by his mahogany sword.

"Princess, run away."

The faces of the two elders Xuanming were ashen. They had seen Luo Qingyang's swordsmanship nine years ago.

It's just that it's so weird now, Luo Qingyang danced on the branches, and actually condensed two phoenixes and a hundred birds.

The Mongolian soldiers below were all dead, and their vitality was cut off, as if their lives had been sucked away.

On the other hand, Luo Qingyang's mahogany sword suddenly struck towards them, and two phoenixes of Zhang Xu, as well as hundreds of birds, all struck towards the cliff.

"Boom~"

Two phoenixes and many flying birds attacked and directly blew up the cliff and razed it to the ground.

When Luo Qingyang reappeared, he was still holding a little girl disguised as a man in his hand. It was the princess of Ruyang Palace that he had met nine years ago.

"You are a devil."

Zhao Min's heart was about to burst, when had she ever seen such a weird scene, she was simply inhuman.

Thousands of Mongolian soldiers died inexplicably just like this.

Then Luo Qingyang slashed on the cliff with his sword, and there was smoke and dust everywhere, probably no one was alive.

"From now on, you will follow me and be my servant girl. Otherwise, I will go to Ruyang Palace and kill your father, your brother, and everyone in Ruyang Palace."

Luo Qingyang slowly let go of Zhao Min, if he hadn't saved Zhao Min, the girl would have died in that sword strike.

"Qingshu, what kind of sword do you practice?"

Song Yuanqiao and the others looked at the strangely dead Mongolian soldiers around them and the flattened cliff above.

Even their master Zhang Sanfeng doesn't have such strong strength.

With every gesture, thousands of people died, all of them died.

"Newly created, the first form of the Six Paths Sword Jue, a hundred birds turn to the phoenix. Anyone who watches my sword dance and listens to my sword song will be cut off from life, and will be reborn as an animal in bliss."

Luo Qingyang himself didn't understand how he realized this sword.

This time, he not only entered the innate realm, but also comprehended the first form of the Six Paths of Sword Art, just the first form.

This move is called a hundred birds facing the phoenix, because when the sword is danced, it will produce the scene of a hundred birds facing the phoenix, and at the same time it will produce the sound of a hundred birds facing the phoenix.

If the two hear one of them, they will fall into reincarnation and be sent directly to the next life.

As for shielding the six senses, his Bai Niao Chao Feng is also very aggressive, and it is an extremely powerful sword art.

"Direct overrun?"

Yin Liting swallowed her saliva.

What kind of evildoer is he? With just one swing of his sword, he killed thousands of people.

I am afraid that after this point, no one in the world does not know Luo Qingyang, and no one dares not to face up to his existence.

"Is this the way of heaven?"

Mo Shenggu felt that they were practicing martial arts, while Luo Qingyang was cultivating the way of heaven and returning to the realm of immortals.

There is indeed a huge gap between mortals and immortals. An immortal's sword can destroy heaven and earth, and kill all living beings.

And their swords can only fight and kill, and they don't have much power.

"Let's leave Guangmingding first, go buy some medicinal materials, and get rid of Shixiangruanjinsan among you."

Luo Qingyang tore off Zhao Min's hair casually to let her disguise fall away.

I saw that Zhao Minrong's complexion was gorgeous and incomparable, at the same time, she was graceful and luxurious, with a dignified look, which made people awe-inspiring and did not dare to stare at her.

She is infinitely charming, unrestrained and elegant, with a radiant face, a charming and charming expression, and she is indescribably handsome and lovely.

That pretty face became brighter and brighter, like a flower just blooming, bright as a rose, no less than Zhou Zhiruo, Dai Qisi, and Xiao Zhao.

"you"

Just when Zhao Min wanted to scold someone, he suddenly heard movement around him, and immediately became quiet.

I saw people from several other sects rushing towards Wudang one after another. The corpses there made them feel terrified.

Nine years ago, Luo Qingyang's sky-high talent made the senior masters in the martial arts have to avoid the edge for the time being.

Nine years later, Luo Qingyang was astonished as a celestial being, and even the peerless masters in the martial arts had no choice but to feel intimidated.

Today, he alone, with a mahogany sword, killed more than [-] Mongolian armies, how can people not be intimidated?
(End of this chapter)