heart pole

Dark clouds gathered over Baling, and the water surface of Dongting was filled with white waves. The intensity of the Yueyang Tower battle has surpassed the public's perception of martial arts. This arena battle is destined to be recorded in the history of martial arts.

Because, the current power of the martial arts alliance can be said to be: the world's martial arts are ten points, and eight points belong to the alliance.

Therefore, everyone speculates that the situation of the two sides is at least: no compromise, use softness to overcome strength, use chocolate to overcome strength, use force to defend, and ease to wait for work...

However, in the second round, after the black and white sword monks sent by the sword room—Hei Zhongyun and Bai Jifeng—came into battle, except for the Yan family of the Wulin Alliance who had not yet sent anyone to fight, the eleven sects including Yunxuanmen All reps lose.Even Mu Baili, head of the Profound Department of Yunxuan Sect, was powerless against the two-in-one sword moves of black and white sword monks.

The Wulin Alliance's losing streak is beyond the expectations of those present!

In a blink of an eye, the only ones standing on the Yueyang Tower who have not fought yet are the leader of the Wulin Alliance, Qing Ruoxiao, and Yan Lingxi, the eleventh young master of the Yan family.

As for the Jiangyue and Jianshi sects, there are still the host Du Lingbei, the acting head Tianshui Chengbi, and the black and white sword monks on the stage.

Sword monks only exist in the Sword House sect.Like the monks in Shaolin, those who go to Xianshi Mountain to practice also abide by the precepts and specialize in swordsmanship.After reaching the seventh level of Jianxin "Empty mountain without self, clear mirror and still water", he will be awarded "Sword Monk" by the Sword House faction.There are only three sword monks in the Sword House Sect - the black and white sword monks, and the master Ling Yisha.Although the acting master Tianshui Chengbi has stepped into the seventh sword heart, he has not been called a sword monk.

According to legend, Ling Yisha is only one step away from reaching the ninth level of Jianxin - "Xinji".

"I didn't expect Mu Baili and the head of the Beifeng faction to fight together, but they were still defeated. I have never seen a swordsman with such a high combination of two in one." Yan Lingxi waved the folding fan leisurely, and said with a serious voice Narrating in a tone of voice, trying to attract the attention of Cheng Tianya, who was drinking by the window sill on the third floor.

"Eleventh Young Master wants me to go up to rescue?" Cheng Tianya was resting against the window with his eyes closed, with a contemptuous tone, "Only these two are not enough."

"Then do you think I can beat them?" Yan Lingxi said with a smile.

"They only need half a move, and your head will fall to the ground." Cheng Tianya commented unceremoniously.

Yan Lingxi put away the folding fan with a "snap", took off the hood that he had been wearing all the time, and made an appearance that he was going to challenge on stage, and said: "Tianya, the leader is going to hint to me that all the sects of the alliance have already appeared. Only our Yan family has not sent anyone. If you don't save me, I will have to go up and fall to the ground."

Sure enough, "Eleventh Young Master, shouldn't the Yan family show something?" Qing Ruo smiled and glanced at Yan Lingxi who was pretending to be eager to try.

Yan Lingxi immediately bowed and bowed: "Yes, the lord, the Yan family has applied for the battle." After speaking, he walked slowly towards the center of Yueyang Tower.

A gust of black wind suddenly blew up above the Yueyang Tower. Seeing this, the black and white sword monk who was standing proudly raised his hand and sword to his chest at the same time, as if resisting the sudden sense of oppression.

Everyone present could only feel a cloud of jet-black mist descending on the Yueyang Tower, falling in front of Yanlingxi, the black mist gradually dissipated, and a tall man in gold-painted black clothes walked out. "Eleventh Young Master, don't embarrass the Yan family." He said quite disdainfully.

"Hahahaha, brother Tianya is so generous, I won't go into this muddy water." Yan Lingxi laughed, and then saluted all the three forces present, and said gracefully: "The Yan family sent the Mo army to lead Cheng Tianya to fight .”

The corner of Cheng Tianya's mouth twitched after hearing this sentence, thinking that he had finally helped him once, so why would it be a muddy water.

The black and white sword monks exchanged glances, and looked at the man in front of them—a weak crown, but nearly nine feet tall, a head taller than both of them.A lean figure is paired with a jet-black round-neck gown with gold patterns, black hair is gathered in a bunch on the back like a waterfall, and a strand of blue hair on the forehead crosses the cheek like a sword.He stands proudly, with a blue hilt in his hand, and the sharp silver light of the sword is like a sharp ax for cutting mountains. Every inch of his body is like a sword's edge, and his whole body exudes a lonely and unruly aura.

"Lord Du, under the combination of the black and white sword monks of the Sword House, even the leader of the alliance, Qing Ruoxiao, is powerless." Tianshui Chengbi looked at the imposing Cheng Tianya, and his tone was more dignified than before, "Neither you nor I exception."

Du Lingbei, the landlord of Jiangyue, glanced at her quietly, and heard the implication - if the black and white sword monks lose, they will have no one to fight.

Du Lingbei smiled slightly, with a trace of helplessness.

The black and white sword monk knew that this person was not at the same level as anyone he had challenged before. There was no slightest underestimation or slack in the eyes of the two of them.

Under Cheng Tianya's sword eyebrows, a golden light flashed across the jet-black pupils, and the black and white sword monk suddenly felt murderous intent, and Bai Jifeng, wearing a crying face mask, asked, "Your Excellency, if you don't declare your family name, you will challenge us. Don't you feel a little impolite?"

Cheng Tianya glanced at him dismissively: "Challenge? When did I say that I regard the two of you as rivals?"

"You!" Hei Zhongyun's expression under the smiling face mask must have been extremely angry.

"Don't bother me, it's boring." Cheng Tianya didn't care whether the other party was calm or angry.

Hei Zhongyun raised his black sword with his right hand, and the air of black flying sand gathered at the tip of the sword; Bai Jifeng raised his white sword with his left hand, and the air of colorless wind gathered at the tip of the sword.

"Are the two going to use 'Mie Tian Long Xing' as soon as they come up!" Murong Yimo, the head of the North Wind School who had already retreated to the third floor, was startled when he felt the surge of sword energy.The unique skill of the Beifeng School is "Dragon City Sword Art", and the strongest move is "Tianlongxing". Although Mu Baili is extremely strong, but because the two people's moves are far less compatible than the black and white sword monk, they were caught by the flaw and ended in a disastrous defeat.

Qing Ruo also showed concern on his smiling face, maybe he was thinking, if he faced the black and white sword monk alone, what method should he use to break it.He said: "The seventh level of sword heart: an empty mountain without self, a clear mirror and still water. The two sword monks who have reached this state are already able to move any sword move freely, the weather is also; fire, water, wind and earth, the way of sword control. Fire Main thinking, water main shape, wind active, soil main static. Hei Zhongyun main soil, white monsoon main wind, static and dynamic combined, life is endless, and the location is also favorable; the black and white sword monk has been inseparable since birth, tacit understanding is rare in the world, People and also."

"Oh?" Yan Lingxi glanced at Qing Ruoxiao with a slight smile, "If the leader said so, the black and white sword monk is already invincible?"

Qing Ruoxiao shook his head peacefully and said: "Eleventh Young Master, I have never met this young man from the Yan family, so I don't know what happened. Since I don't know, I can't judge victory or defeat."

Yan Lingxi asked quietly: "Leader, how many people in my alliance have reached the seventh sword heart?"

Qing Ruoxiao replied without thinking: "I, Baili, Shisan." But then he paused, and added: "I heard Shisan some time ago, and his apprentice Ning Yuan has also understood it."

"Ha." Yan Lingxi clapped his hands twice and pointed forward: "Then we can add one more person now."

"Who?" Qing Ruo was taken aback with a smile, and followed the former's fingers, "Could it be?"

"Cut." Cheng Tianya didn't know that Yan Lingxi had leaked out his family fortune. Seeing the formation of black and white sword monks, the contempt in his eyes deepened: "Small skills, how about I let you have a sword?" To the two of them, with a throw of his right hand, the long sword shining with cold light was thrown on the ground, spun around for a few weeks, and slipped to the feet of the black and white sword monk.

"Stop looking down on people!" The black and white sword monk defeated the top ten sects, and has been in Wu Chu for nearly seven years. How has he ever been insulted like this!With a roar, Hei Zhongyun swung his sword first, and the flying sand exploded like sleet beads, and there was a loud dragon chant under the blue clouds, and an oolong formed by gathering black smoke and mist swung across the mountains and ravines and the mighty blue sky. Ming, the sound broke the sky; Bai Jifeng swung his sword, and the invisible air flow accumulated above Dongting Lake. The misty water vapor and hunting wind turned into a light gray dragon, passing the vast Dongting and Biya Tingzhou, drawing a line of numbers. The foot-high white waves roared from the sky!The double dragon roared wildly, and rushed straight to Cheng Tianya on the Yueyang Tower.

Cheng Tianya's back was facing the surging sword energy and the roaring black and white dragons, his sword eyebrows remained motionless, the contempt on his face was even more serious, and he suddenly raised a finger with his left hand.

That finger was so sharp, it was like the tip of a sword piercing the blue sky.A light pick can save the vastness of the earth, and a light touch can overwhelm mountains and seas!Let the black dragon breathe out, let the blue dragon sway its tail, under this finger, they are all torn apart like a shadow puppet!

Cheng Tianya even used one finger to break the "Double Extermination of Heaven and Dragons"!

But the attack from behind the pair of dragons turned sharply upwards. The black and white sword monks had already raised their swords, and two figures, one black and one white, rushed towards them and melted into gray light in an instant. The black sword and the white sword fit together seamlessly In one place, a thousand swords and thousands of blades are transformed, like catkins flying all over the sky in the poplar forest in spring, one after another, the flawless gray sword shadow completely covers Cheng Tianya!

Seeing this, Tianshui Chengbi seemed to let out a long sigh of relief, and read out the name of this move: "Black and White Dragon Sword Rain."

Du Lingbei naturally noticed her movement, and he said: "It is said that Ou Yezi of Chunqiu once forged the Eight Swords, which were the original statues enshrined in the Eight Swords Palace of the Sword House School. He first used meteorite from the sky to cast Longquan, Gongbu, and Tai swords. The three swords, Zhanlu, Juque, Chunjun, Yuchang, and Shengxie were cast with Longquan fine iron. Among them, Shengxie sword is also called Xiejian. When it was cast, Ou Yezi held the pure Jun suppressed his evil nature, and the two swords intertwined, turning into two dragons, one black and one white, and at the end of the fierce fight, countless gray raindrops fell."

Tianshui Chengbi smiled gently: "Lord Du knows a lot about our faction."

Du Lingbei also smiled: "Miao Zan, the head of the generation, according to my observation, Zhong Yun and Ji Feng are just like the black and white twin dragons back then, and their power has reached the peak of sword moves."

Even Qing Ruoxiao sighed with emotion: "Every generation has capable people, and everyone judges heroes in black and white." While feeling emotional, he put his hand on the hilt of his waist, and prepared to be the last of the martial arts alliance after Cheng Tianya failed. The finale of the battle.

The entire Yueyang Tower centered on the position where Cheng Tianya had just stood, filled with countless gray smoke.The black and white sword monks landed at the same time from mid-air, and their chests kept rising and falling. Although they couldn't observe the state at this moment through their masks, it was obvious that the sword moves just now were too exhausting for them. My hands trembled uncontrollably.

"Hmph, what black and white twin dragons, I am the one who slays twin dragons." Zhang Kuang's voice came out from the gray smoke, and the smoke gradually dispersed, but the black shadow was still standing proudly, motionless.

"How is it possible!?" Everyone present, including Qing Ruoxiao, were extremely shocked!

"He took the black and white dragon sword rain completely, and he was unscathed. Is he a human or a ghost?" Du Lingbei, who had always been elegant and bookish, turned pale with shock. Cherry-colored thin lips, an expression of complete disbelief.

Only Yan Lingxi didn't have much surprise on his face, quietly opened the folding fan little by little, and said softly: "After all, it's a legendary move, and it still has some effect." After Qing Ruoxiao heard it, she took a closer look, Only then did I discover that little clue.

Cheng Tianya waved his sleeves to disperse the last dust, and a ray of bright red dripped from the back of his right ear.He casually wiped away the blood stains around his ears, lifted his overlord black gold iron shoes, and stepped on the drop of blood on the ground. "Tap, tap." Step by step, he walked up to the black and white sword monk, with contemptuous eyes, he didn't even intend to look at the two of them.

He kicked up the blue hilt of the blue sword under his body, and the sword bounced back, and he grabbed it, then turned around proudly, closed his eyes and said coldly to everyone: "The legend is awesome? It's ridiculous."

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This article is nine feet tall, using the Han Dynasty 21.35-23.75cm = one foot