Resurrection of Spiritual Qi: startling the Guardian

The moment the woman moved, in an office at the back of the room, the movements of the two men who were sitting and playing chess stopped at the same time.

One of the men was wearing a blue Chinese tunic suit, and his appearance was imposing. He sat there standing tall and upright, his whole body restrained but still giving people the feeling of looking up from a high mountain.

On the opposite side of him is another middle-aged man who is tall and slender but looks extremely thin. He is wearing a black robe and has a black spot stuck to his ten fingers. Sitting there, but with a long sword across his knees, his other hand was always resting on the scabbard and never moved.

The whole person sitting there is like a sharp sword, giving people a sharp aura.

"It's starting to fight, won't you stop it?"

This is the man in Tsing Yi, the middle-aged Zheng Yuhou, the head of the Prison Division, who opened his mouth and said, looking at the slender blacksmith on the opposite side.

"We won't intervene in the fights of the younger generation, just to let them see what it means to have someone beyond others!"

The blacksmith said that the middle-aged man had a son, but he suddenly asked curiously: "What is your original name? It has been 40 years since my master brought you back and placed you in the armory factory. Even you I have forgotten your name, and to be honest, you were really inconspicuous at that time, we always thought you were an orphan."

"Even later, some people speculated that you might be the master's illegitimate son or something, and there might be other arrangements in the future, but then he threw you there for more than ten years, and then they disappeared collectively. They have been gone for 30 years! "

"But no one would have thought that you, who were like a beggar 40 years ago, would turn out to be a formidable powerhouse today, and you've even blazed your own path, a path not inferior to those of martial arts and cultivators!"

"Does this road have a name?"

Zheng Yuhou asked, as if he was expounding on the past, and also seemed to be deliberately seeking information.

But the man didn't seem to care, he frowned as he watched the chessboard in front of him drop a piece, and said.

"I changed my surname to Dugu and my name is Yifeng. I did not open up this road. It has existed since ancient times. I just got it by chance, and I have cultivated some things through experiments. Known as a sword cultivator!"

"Dugu Feng?"

The Marquis of the Prison muttered something, his eyes flashed brightly, and then he asked with a smile and doubts: "It's so mysterious, did there really exist gods before the pre-Qin period? Did there really exist immortals? "

"Don't you already know the answer?"

Dugufeng raised his eyes and glanced lightly at Zhen Zheng Yuhou and said.

"In recent years, you have excavated a lot of ancient relics, and you have obtained a lot of related things. Didn't you discover it after several secret moon landings? Didn't you get anything from those few vitality tide eruptions back then? The people who cultivated those medicinal materials Do you still need me to say the place? Are those pills refined by you really developed by yourself?"

"And the so-called new martial arts system that you cultivated, was it really developed by your masters?"

Every time Dugufeng uttered a word, Zheng Yuhou's expression changed a little, until the last sentence fell, Zheng Yuhou's expression turned gloomy.

But soon, he was relieved again, showing a look of regretful exclamation.

"What we have worked so hard to pursue, you never thought you would know it long ago!"

"Since you also know that the great world is approaching and the third tide of vitality is about to erupt, don't you want to do something? After all, this world will not be able to keep people like us, and there are still many crises in positions.

Right now, only if we join hands and work together as one, can we find a better way out for the people of this world and this country! "

Zheng Yuhou said with a sigh.

But Dugu Feng left the second son unmoved, and then said calmly.

"I don't want to participate in your lofty ideals, but if it really comes to the time when demons dance wildly, my sword will not be aimed at humans, but the grievances left over from ancient times are not solely my responsibility. You should think about it." How to continue to become stronger, there are many existences in this world that we don't know, and the world will be peaceful after solving them!"

"But is it really that easy?"

Dugufeng's words made Zheng Yuhou sigh again, but neither of them spoke, but focused on the chess game in front of them, and even more on the battle outside.

"Are you really not worried that your apprentice will suffer?"

"It's a blessing to suffer! Besides, it's also good for her to see clearly that there are no peers who are stronger than him in the world!"

"I said there's no need to do it!"

Jiang Xuan really didn't expect that the fairy-like woman in front of her would choose to do it directly without saying a word. She was caught off guard, but fortunately her reaction was not slow.

The moment the other party pounced on her, the celestial aura on the woman disappeared without a trace and was completely broken, replaced by a fierce and somewhat lonely aura.

Like an unsheathed long sword of ice, the chill was overwhelming.

She used her index finger and middle finger together to form a sword finger, turned it into a long sword, and stabbed at Jiang Xuan. It was an ordinary sword, but it contained an inexplicable charm.

A look of astonishment flashed in Jiang Xuan's eyes. This woman actually has a lot of attainments in swordsmanship. Just looking at a simple flat stab makes people feel unable to avoid it.

It gives people a feeling that no matter how you hide, you can't dodge it, and you must be hit by the sword. It seems to block all his resistance.

With this move alone, Jiang Xuan felt that the woman's swordsmanship was at least at the level of a master, and that she had reached the level of mastery in terms of technique, or even stronger.

The woman's eyes were cold, and she seemed to be convinced of Jiang Xuan.

However, Jiang Xuan didn't want to get entangled with the woman. Although this sword must not be dodged by others, it doesn't mean that he can't dodge it. After all, his swordsmanship has reached the extreme in terms of skill.

The skill is close to the point of Tao!

He tapped his toes lightly, and the sword tip that was about to fall on his chest fell into the air, and his whole body quickly retreated back, light and without a trace of fireworks, extremely elegant.

"In terms of swordsmanship skills, you are not my opponent, girl, please stop, I am here to meet the chief and the old blacksmith!"

Jiang Xuan's voice came.

The woman did not intend to stop when she heard the words, a look of disbelief flashed in her eyes, and said coldly: "If you want to see my master, you have to pass my test first!"

Jiang Xuan was startled when he heard the words, is this woman the apprentice of those two?Whose?

He soon understood that most of the woman's swordsmanship belonged to that old blacksmith, and he didn't hear Yue Zhenshan say that the chief was a master of swordsmanship.

After the woman finished speaking, she turned around, and the flat stab instantly turned into a splitting sword, and there was a faint cold light on her fingers, but that was not sword energy, but the light shining like gold and iron on her fingers.

"Forget it, let's go through the tricks. It's not easy to meet a master-level swordsmanship master. Let's see how strong my swordsmanship is!"

Jiang Xuan said something in his heart, and the next moment he didn't dodge or dodge, but rushed forward instead.

The next moment, the air in the whole room suddenly became fierce, and at the same time, the sound of gold and iron clashing came from the fingertips of the two people from time to time.

The two figures flew around like a dance, their bodies were elegant and elegant, and they completely lacked the ingenuity of ordinary people practicing swords and the fierce aura of fighting.

After dozens of rounds, the woman gradually fell into a disadvantage, retreating frequently, her face became more flushed, and the surprise in her eyes became stronger.

"Be careful!"

At this time, Jiang Xuan gave a reminder, and stabbed at the woman's middle door with the finger sword, and the woman immediately tried to resist.

However, in an instant, Jiang Xuan's finger landed directly on her brow, and he didn't notice it. He even saw Jiang Xuan's sword finger still stabbing towards his chest.

But there was a stabbing pain on her forehead, and at the same time, a force came from her. Her mind was shaken and her spirit was shaken. She flew backwards and hit the coffee table.

Seeing that the woman was about to fall to the ground, but he didn't intend to turn around at all, Jiang Xuan frowned, and the next moment his figure flashed, turning into an afterimage and appearing beside the woman in an instant, catching her falling figure.

At this time, the woman's eyes were dull and dull, as if she hadn't recovered yet.

But Jiang Xuan was in his bosom with a soft fragrance and gentle jade, and the faint fragrance hit him, making him fascinated for a while, and throbbing in his heart.