The sword of crossing the sky

Chapter 8

Jiangnan Road, Suzhou Mansion, Division of Lifting Swords

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is light and soft, soft and boneless like a willow, full of charm.

A sky-blue oil-paper umbrella appeared on the street in front of Tijiansi's gate, and walked slowly towards Tijiansi's gate.

At this time, the gate of the Tijian Division was opened, and the stone lions on both sides were squatting ferociously, stern and tyrannical.Standing in front of the door was a middle-aged man, wearing a black strong suit with a long knife on his waist, with a resolute appearance.

On both sides behind him, dozens of swordsmen wearing black shirts stood straight in the breeze and drizzle, respectfully saluting the sword to welcome the seventh swordhead of the Tijian Division—Nangong Hen.

"Are you Xu Mingzhi, the chief of Jiuyuan Division?" A soft, charming voice echoed in front of Tijian Division's door, making everyone's hearts tremble unconsciously.

"Back to the sword head, it's right next to me," Xu Mingzhi answered with cupped hands.

Nangong hate nodded lightly, and when he was about to speak, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he looked in the other direction of the street.

I saw a black oil-paper umbrella appearing on the other side of the street. I couldn't see the face clearly in the misty rain. When I got closer, I could see the person clearly.

"Oh! It turned out to be Lu Suifeng, the remnant of the Caomu Hall from the past. It's really strange. What kind of wind blows you out today!" Nangong hate waved his slender hand, signaling the swordsman to back off.

"Nangonghen, my Cao Mutang has already withdrawn from the arena, why do I continue to pester and kill them all!" Lu Suifeng clenched the black umbrella tightly in his hand, and shouted angrily.

"Why else, the Caomutang is not destroyed, the Holy One is in trouble!"

"In that case, it's up to you to see if you have the ability to be a swordsman!" Lu Suifeng's momentum changed, as if a peerless sword that had been silent for many years suddenly came out of its sheath, with awe-inspiring sword intent and sword aura.

"Cao Mu Tang, Lu Suifeng, please teach Nangong Jianshou."

Nangong Hen's eyes darkened slightly, and it had been a long time since I saw him, but Lu Suifeng's sword intent became more pure and powerful, worthy of being a rare swordsman in Cao Mutang for a hundred years.

"Huh!" Nangong Hen snorted coldly, forming a seal with his delicate hands, like holding a flower, and then the countless drizzles around him continued to stretch, like fine needles, stretching endlessly.

"Sword Rain - Fall!"

As soon as the words fell, Jian Yu shot at Lu Suifeng extremely quickly, his ruthless aura seemed to poke countless holes out of the person in front of him.

I didn't see how Lu Suifeng moved, but the release of his sword intent chopped and annihilated countless sword rains close to him, forming an independent space with a radius of two meters, in which the sword energy whizzed and swirled, protecting his whole body.

Nangong Hendai frowned slightly, the realm of sword intention? !This is a special field that can only be formed after a certain level of understanding of sword style concepts.

In this field, it is true that within three steps, I am invincible.This Lu Suifeng has only reached the age of [-], and he has already reached such a level in the way of swordsmanship, it really is rare to see a wizard in the way of swordsmanship.Thinking of this, Nangong hate's murderous intent became even more serious.

"Nangong Jianshou, it's just that you can't kill me like this!" After Lu Suifeng finished speaking, he slowly pulled out a wooden sword, and the wooden sword was unsheathed. For the first time, an expression appeared on Lu Suifeng's cold and indifferent face. It was an extremely serious and focused expression. , like a pilgrimage, is doing a very sacred thing.

Honesty and sword, honesty and Tao, honesty and one's own heart, these were the last teachings Lu Suifeng's master gave him before he died, and he always kept them in mind.

The previous dynasty was destroyed, and Cao Mutang withdrew from the rivers and lakes disheartened, regardless of the future and the past.But the current Holy Master insists on killing them all. In this case, today he, Lu Suifeng, is going to try how fast the sharpest knife in the hands of the current Holy Master is, and whether he can cut off the sword in his heart.

The wooden sword was simple and without an edge, but when Lu Suifeng combined his sword intention with the wooden sword, a bright brilliance flashed, as bright as a divine weapon.

Cao Mu Tang is a long-established holy place of swordsmanship. Different from Jiange's epee heavy swordsmen, Cao Mu Tang values ​​people but not heavy swords. It admires all things in the world, and even plants and trees can be used as swords.

Therefore, Cao Mutang's apprenticeship is extremely strict, understanding, talent, and perseverance are indispensable.Therefore, although there are few disciples under the sect, the disciples of each generation are all outstanding and outstanding in the same generation.

"Hehe, whether I can kill you or not is up to me, not you!" The chuckling Nangong Hen was even more charming, but the words he said were extremely cold, with a firm killing intent.

Slowly pulling out the Autumn Water Sword, the light of the sword was piercing, the seal was light, and the drizzle within a range of hundreds of meters stood still in the air, and then quickly turned into a pocket-sized Autumn Water Sword.

"The sword is like autumn water, cutting through sorrow!" The light of the sword is like autumn water, cutting away mourning with tears.

The overwhelming sword rain of autumn water formed a mighty waterfall of sword rain and smashed towards Lu Suifeng.

Lu Suifeng held the wooden sword piously, not paying attention to the oncoming sword rain waterfall, and then the dazzling wooden sword soared into the sky, a breath of withering and extinction spread, and the flowers, plants and trees in the surrounding streets were affected. When this breath is released, it quickly withers and decays.

"Withering vegetation cuts off vitality" When vegetation withers and grows, it destroys vitality and ends life and death.

The wooden sword instantly turned into a beam of flickering sword light, swiftly piercing towards Nangong Hen who was following Jianyu Waterfall.The monstrous sword energy split the continuous rain curtain, and even plowed a deep ravine on the ground paved with bluestone slabs.

The sword that came into his eyes was dazzling, and the sword's intent was shocking, and there was no turning back.Nangong Hen, who had dealt with Cao Mutang many times, naturally knew this amazingly powerful Cao Mutang secret technique, but she didn't expect that Lu Suifeng would abandon his defense and make a desperate move.

Faced with such a dangerous sword strike, Nangong hated his silver teeth and gritted his teeth secretly. The seal remained unchanged, and the sword rain waterfall continued to castrate, and still slammed Lu Suifeng fiercely.On the other hand, his true energy burst out, his artistic conception merged, and the Qiushui sword exuded a radiant brilliance.

"Qiu Shui Yingying sighs farewell!" Beside the Yingying Qiushui, there is unspeakable sorrow and sighs farewell.

During the crisis of life and death, Nangong Hen also unleashed a sword that never returned. As the head of the sword division, he should go forward bravely and face difficulties.The endless sword light met the tragic sword without giving in.

When the two swords collided, there was a loud sound, and then countless bright and sharp sword qi burst out. The scattered sword qi destroyed the surrounding streets and courtyard walls incomparably. All the stone lions he made were headed by owls, and the lion's head fell to the ground and rolled aside.

"Pfft!" Nangong Hen's hasty move ended up being slightly lost and seriously injured.Wiping the corner of his bleeding mouth, Nangong Hen looked gloomyly at the street ahead where no one was seen, knowing that Lu Suifeng had taken the opportunity to leave, but the blood left on the ground showed that he had also suffered serious injuries.

"Nangong Jianshou, do you need to catch up?" Xu Mingzhi hurriedly stepped forward and asked respectfully.

"No need. No matter how much you go, you will only end up dead. The injured swordsman will be in more danger. Send out a sea arrest document and inform the world that Lu Suifeng, the remnant of Cao Mu Tang, will be offered a heavy reward."

"Director Xu, secret order from the Holy One: The ruins of the ancient magic path Butian Pavilion will be opened again. Collect the black jade tokens quickly, the more the better!" Nangong Hen handed Xu Mingzhi the style diagram of the black jade tokens and warned sternly. : "Be fast, the number of tokens is limited."

"Yes! The subordinates will do their best, please rest assured, chief."

Nangong Hen swayed the catkin, moved lightly with lotus steps, and walked into the drizzle, her graceful figure gradually dissipated in the increasingly hazy misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

(End of this chapter)