I am Dugufeng in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 260 Three

The full moon rises above the sea level, obliquely shining on the Qiantang River.

Riding on the never-ending sea wind, the turbulent tidal wave swooped in from the distant sea, with a sound like thunder, and with an overwhelming momentum, it was like a thousand horses galloping, roaring towards the embankment.

In the turbulent tide, a light boat is moored.As the river tide goes west, the tide forms rough waves, like a galloping horse, crashing into the sandy ridge of the river bed, setting off waves several feet high. It is true that the turbid waves of the sky will empty out, and the river will overturn the sea and mountains.However, no matter how rough the waves are, the light boat is as stable as a mountain. When the overwhelming waves pass by the thin light boat, they are like tamed sheep, with a calm and docile taste.

Dugufeng gazed at the mouth of Qiantang River calmly, and clearly felt that there was a powerful soul rolling over there with a huge momentum like a great tide of heaven and earth.

A flat boat appeared at the mouth of the Qiantang River, with Song Que's majestic body at the bow.

The Jiang Chao unmanned boat is self-propelled, Song Que's spirit and spirit form an inseparable whole with the small boat, without any oars, the small boat seems to have a spirit, going against the surging tide, like a flying swift , sometimes rushing to the top of the waves, sometimes falling to the troughs, walking freely among all kinds of strange waves stirred up by nature's wonderful hands.

The moonlight falls quietly, and the turbulent tide stirs the roaring thunder, interweaving a strange scene of contradictions and harmony.

The majestic Qiantang tide is constantly surging, the back waves push the front waves, layers upon layers, the waves can't stop accumulating and expanding, pressing down head-on with the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas, making it difficult to breathe freely.

When the tide hit the embankment, the waves splashed in all directions, and the sharp whistling sounded like a cry of ghosts, which shocked everyone who heard it.

Song Que's mind was unprecedentedly peaceful and peaceful, and the thrilling and frightening situation in front of him, just like a phantom in a magical world, did not distract him at all.

He felt that behind the violent and ominous, there was an indescribable level and beauty of nature.His spirit merged with an incomparably huge force in the depths of nature, and his spirit kept rising like waves piled up layer upon layer.In an instant, he seemed to have traveled through time and space and returned to the time when he was driving a boat to create the Three Gorges.

The sound of sharp cracking and friction sounded at the bottom of the boat, and a huge wave sent people and the boat effortlessly to the sky without any effort. Song Que's face carved like a mountain stone showed no emotion at all, and the full moonlight swayed down , just covering him in the golden light, he seems to have an aura that transcends time.

Dugufeng's slender and tall body stood proudly on the bow of the boat, smiling happily, with long-lost expectations and excitement, she cast her eyes unreservedly on Song Que who was standing in the air.

The eyes of the two met, and the world changed immediately.

The two minds and wills carrying huge spiritual power collided unreservedly. In an instant, the bright moon in the clear sky, the turbulent waves, and the roaring thunder completely disappeared in the vision of the two.The invisible confrontation in the void with the power wrapped in a huge momentum stirred up a brilliant and chaotic terrifying aura,

At this moment, there is only each other in the world of Dugu Feng and Song Que, locking each other unreservedly with their spiritual power.No need to speak, no need to speak, sword and sword confrontation, no need to be tempted by words, they will naturally understand each other and interpret each other in the struggle with each other.

The angry tide rushed towards the embankment, swept back again, and hit the following waves fiercely, stirring up a column of water that soared into the sky.Song Que's figure was raised inch by inch, and his right hand slowly and steadily moved towards the back, and every minute and every inch of movement was kept at the same speed, as if it was a still and connected picture.

Xu Ziling and Duan Yucheng, who were watching the battle on the embankment, were dazzled and surprised. You must know that even in the deepest state of meditation, the human body moves at an undetectable speed all the time. This movement is extremely chaotic. The speed is different, and it is completely impossible to grasp, so it is impossible to balance the speed of the human body.It is very rare for a person's movements to maintain a certain speed.You must know that any movement is composed of countless movements in series, and there is a difference between the speed and severity of each movement, and the series of movements that make up Song Que's reaching for the knife, each movement is similar to the previous movement. Repeated casting is an unbelievable miracle in itself. This seemingly simple movement contains extremely mysterious artistic conception and the ability to control the body meticulously.Why not teach them not to be dumbfounded and unbelievable.

Dugu Feng stepped on a small boat, stood on the tide, her eyes were shining, and she stared deeply at Song Que.

Song Que's sword-drawing action is as if it is integrated with the heaven and earth and the deeper body hidden behind it forever, and it is full of the flavor of the ever-changing and constant.There is no gap or flaw to be found, and it makes people feel that the first knife following his gesture must be earth-shattering, weeping ghosts and gods, with no beginning and no end.Dao of the sword has reached the level of ghosts and gods so far.

When Song Que's figure rose to the highest point, Song Que happened to be holding the handle of the Heavenly Knife by not more than one centimeter, not less than half a cent.The moment his figure began to drop, Song Que accelerated rapidly.

"Clang"!

The sky knife is out of its sheath.

At the Tiandi Interchange, the Qiantang River Chaos is no longer the previous Qiantang River Chaos. The raging tide seems to "come alive" suddenly. Instead, it is full of murderous spirit, rolling up huge waves that soar to the sky, roaring and rushing towards Dugu Feng standing tall. boat.

The sky knife cuts across the void, the light of the knife is shining, all the life and death energy of the world is concentrated on the blade, and the stars and moon in the sky are immediately eclipsed.This feeling is extremely strange and weird, it is difficult to explain, it cannot be described.

In an instant, Song Que's figure disappeared out of thin air.What the eyes see, what the gods feel, Song Que can no longer be seen, and after what the onlookers see, they only "see" the Heavenly Saber piercing through the air, crossing the space of ten feet, and hitting Dugu Feng directly.

The Heavenly Knife pierced the sky, but surprisingly, it did not bring any sound of breaking wind, nor did it have the slightest bit of saber energy. However, Xu Ziling, who was fighting tens of meters away, clearly grasped that Song Que's saber cage covered the sky, and he fought hard all the way. Besides, there is no other choice.Song Que's vigor and spirit have long been integrated with the raging tide of the Qiantang River, sweeping the tide. At this moment, the sky is a knife, the moonlight is a knife, and the roaring waves are also a knife. Where the sky knife is directed, everything Turned into a blade.This kind of miraculous sword technique has surpassed people's imagination, and even surpassed the ordinary level, rising to the realm of Tao.

Xu Ziling and Duan Yucheng turned pale in shock. Facing the unstoppable knife that ruled the world, they didn't know how to dodge and block it, so they could only kill involuntarily.The Heavenly Knife technique was so earth-shattering that it completely surpassed any master they knew.At this moment, their confidence in their master's victory in this battle was shaken involuntarily.

Song Shidao snatched the embankment, and what he saw was the first moment when Song Que reached for the knife.He couldn't believe his eyes. Although he grew up listening to his father's victory over opponents, he had already established in his mind the image of his father being invincible and invincible.But he didn't expect his father's martial arts to be completely beyond his imagination.At this moment, he couldn't help but worry about Dugufeng, he didn't even dare to watch it anymore, he was deeply afraid of seeing Dugufeng fall under his father's knife while his father fell.

The moment Song Que suddenly grasped the handle of the knife, the eager anticipation in Dugu Feng's eyes faded away, and turned into a calm like the everlasting bright moon.Her right hand moved suddenly, and in the next moment, she was already holding the handle of the knife.

"Clang"!

The Heavenly Sword unsheathed.

Dugufeng's spirit was highly concentrated, all thoughts, all perceptions were all condensed at this moment, time stagnated, spiritual thoughts froze the space, the flowing sea breeze, the surging tide, in this moment An instant becomes a static picture, an instant becomes eternity, and an instant becomes eternity.

Dugu Feng's mind is far away, traveling through endless time and space.

It was a sunny afternoon, and he waited anxiously at the school gate, his chest full of love and anticipation beating like a fawn.That is the budding and sweetness of first love.

It was the dusk of the willow branches in one month, he was standing side by side with her in the shade of the lake, he mustered up the courage to hold her hand, there was no unexpected rejection, only the smile quietly rising from the corner of her mouth, at that moment, he holds the whole world.

That's a...

The journey of life is so wonderful, the passage of time washes away the impetuous mind, but leaves those touching moments!

In the infinite distance of Shensi, the Yitian sword quietly came out of its sheath.There is no extreme speed that exceeds the ability of visual capture, no sharp sword aura that sets off stormy waves, and no mysterious artistic conception that makes people feel confused.The Yitian sword was drawn out of its sheath like a stream of autumn water, and the sword light was not slow or fast, and it greeted it at a constant and steady speed.