Rivers and lakes start from Shushan

Chapter 152
The sky is full of sword energy, yin and yang are divided into two, manifesting the nine palaces, eight trigrams, seven stars, Liuhe... various formations.

Those streaks of sword light were shocking, and they were swayed by Yang Ke wantonly like fingers.

This formation is enough to resist thousands or even ten thousand people!
If hundreds of masters are gathered together, can one person block a sword?
And Yang Ke, can he only use such sword moves, only the current number of swords?
Such a vast sword array!

Can such a shocking sword array be called a sword technique?

According to rumors, Yang Ke also had two swords, one purple and one green. When his Xuanmen colleagues visited him, he wielded the two swords and easily killed the two killers in Xueyilou.

At that time, Yang Ke once said that his sword was named "Wan Jian Gui Zong".

Afterwards, everyone who heard it felt that Yang Ke was arrogant. Even the Huashan sect, known as [Sword Out of Huashan], had never had a swordsmanship and dared to name it [Wanjian Guizong].

Yang Ke, who is from an unknown family, how dare he call him such a name.

They all thought it was a joke.

Even if Yang Ke's name is on the two spectrums, after his fame spreads all over the world, there are not many people who think that he has the unique skill of "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect".

Just this time.

Looking at the sword shadows all over the sky.

Or there is a sword, its power is tyrannical and unparalleled, its meaning is earth-shattering, and its power looks down on the world.

Or there is a sword, its meaning is flawless and unstained, and its strokes are extremely brilliant.

Or there is a sword, its power is sharp and sharp, and its meaning is moving.

Or there is a sword whose moves are completely natural and have no trace.

Or there is a sword that evolves the way of nature and lives endlessly.

Or there is a sword, extinction of vitality.

It's not just the Xuanmen sword art that the world is familiar with, it seems to have included all the changes in the world's sword moves.

There are more than a dozen changes in the sword posture and sword intent in an instant.

This is not a contest of swords.

It is showing, proclaiming.

The name of the Sword Emperor is well-deserved.

Compared with Yang Ke's majestic sword array, Ximen Chuuxue's sword is very simple.

A sword.

Still a sword.

A very simple sword.

A leisurely sword strike.

The power of one sword blocked Yang Ke's hundreds of swords, and the damage to his hair and clothes did not damage his temperament.

In his eyes, there was only the shadow of the sword all over the sky, blocking it with one sword, and blocking it with another sword, but the sword was very flat.

"Such a sword formation, such a swordsman... Amitabha!"

With the sound of the Buddha's name, Jin Jiuling looked back at this moment, and then saluted eleven, "I have met senior brother."

"Bitter Melon Master."

Lu Xiaofeng said hello, the one he called a master was naturally a well-deserved name, a great monk from Shaolin.

Shendu and Shaolin are not far away, in the city of Shendu, there is Shaolin Temple, and there are many martial arts gyms and properties run by Shaolin disciples.

There was a sword discussion on the bank of Luoshui, and the Shaolin monks naturally had to come and take a look.

Jin Jiuling looked at his senior brother with pleading eyes. If he could preside over the Shaolin Temple in the capital of the gods, he must have earth-shattering skills, and he must also have the Dharma to save all sentient beings.

It must be possible to stop those two.

Master Bitter Gourd shook his head lightly, but he was also powerless.

It's not that he can't beat it, but it's not worth it. With his eyes, he can naturally see that Yang Ke's breath is not damaged at all.

If he went up, he would be involved in Yang Ke's sword formation. At that time, he might have to face the pincer attack of Ximen Chuuxue and Yang Ke.

Ximen Chuuxue's every sword strike has to go all out to block Yang Ke's sword formation.

But if he goes up, he will not reduce Ximen Chuixue's strength by half. What they will face will only be the countless torrents of sword energy at the snap of Yang Ke's fingers.

Unless it is, you can break the several sword formations Yang Ke has set up with one move.

This is not impossible. Yang Ke's sword formation has not yet achieved the number of [one yuan]. It seems to be noisy and there are formations within the formation, but it is still one after another and has not merged into one.

The numbers from Jiugong to Liangyi have little difference in power. As long as one has the power to break through the eight formations, Yang Ke's [Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Zong] technique can be broken.

Eight times the power, I am afraid it has already touched the power of heaven and man.

Master Balsam Pear is not very sure. Besides, this is just speculation. If he really faces the sword formation, will he still be able to do what he thinks?

He didn't cherish his own reputation, but Shaolin.

As the abbot of Shaolin Temple, he represents Shaolin. If he loses, he may have to face other eminent monks in Shaolin. He has to win against Yang Ke to end this episode.

At that time, there are only two results, Shaolin wins and Shaolin loses.

Master Bitter Gourd looked at this time, the young man sitting quietly playing the zither, among his peers, is there anyone in Shaolin who can beat him?
At that time, if you send out a celestial being, you will lose if you win.

But if he wants to form a life-and-death enmity, Master Bitter Melon will naturally not step forward, and just recite "My Buddha's Mercy" here.

Sword lights poured down like rain. If it was just colorless and invisible sword energy, although it was hard to predict, it would only take a little effort to block it.

Now, what Ximen Chuuxue faced was a sword with a handle, a sword controlled by sword energy.

Each handle is a sword that swordsmen dream of.

It is extremely sharp and indestructible.

This is not only a comparison of martial arts, but also a comparison of financial resources.

Just these hundreds of swords with different shapes are enough to attract people's attention.

Feeling resentful in my heart, why don't I love swords so much!
The sound of Zheng Ming is very simple, like an ancient song, but Ximen Chuuxue never appreciates it.

I just feel noisy!
The sun is setting and it will be late.

The sword moves are like dreams and illusions, and under the afterglow of the setting sun, they look even more magnificent, and when matched with the sound of the zither, they are especially solemn.

Countless people are watching from afar.

Monks, Taoist priests, scholars, dancers, men, women, old and young, and princes and ministers drove to watch from afar.

Yang Guang was standing beside Yang Jian, looking at this side from the city tower, Yang Yong was on the other side of Yang Jian, looking arrogant, Yang Guang looked at it, but was not angry.

Any son who has become so talented will behave like this.

What's more, Yang Yong couldn't threaten him, and he couldn't threaten him long ago.

There were many princes and ministers on the city tower, but Yang Su was not there. He was at the bottom of the city.

It wasn't that he was not qualified, but that Yang Jian was tired of him. He was afraid that Yang Jian would remember how he dared to get in front of him.

Martial arts, Yang Su sighed slightly when he saw the sword aura all over the sky.

What would have happened if he had chosen martial arts?
Even if you can't become the Supreme Being of Heaven and Man, you can not be afraid of anyone.

It's not like today, when martial arts have declined and they can only do conspiracy things, with life and death in the hands of others.

Ming Yuexin was also watching, accompanied by two maids, both of whom were covered with veils, so others could not see her face clearly, and no disciple stepped forward to disturb her.

It's not that the gods are in good order, but that there are countless figures from the rivers and lakes gathered here, most of them are heroes and young heroes, and some devils are evil, and they can only hide their heads and show their faces.

Those thieves, if they dare to do anything, they don't need to be called, and they will be stabbed with several swords at no time.

Just look at the Snake King, the number one figure in the underworld, curled up in the small sedan chair, not even daring to cough loudly.

Jin Jiuling's face was a little ugly. He had already arrived at the top of the city and was reprimanded just now.

Ask him why he didn't evacuate the people, if someone hides evil intentions, so many martial arts people will cause a catastrophe, what will happen.

Yang Jian didn't speak, but Yang Guang was scolding.

Jin Jiuling could only send people to join the imperial guards to intercept the people in Shendu who had finished their work at various street intersections.

Most of the people who come here during the day are martial arts people who have nothing to do. The common people have to work hard all day before they have free time to watch the excitement.

These were the people Jin Jiuling stopped.

Those who know martial arts will naturally detour and fly. He doesn't need to stop him, and he can't stop him.

Even a courtyard wall as high as the imperial palace may not be able to stop the prying eyes of martial arts people, why should he.

Once there are too many people, disputes will naturally arise. Most of the reasons are just to glance at him in the crowd.

What are you looking at?
How are you doing?

Busy back and forth, mediating this kind of dispute, with the arrival of the dark night, a greater disaster may also be brewing.

Jin Jiuling only felt that this was his catastrophe, and he had to pay such a high price to sit in this position.

If something bad happens tonight, his position will come to an end.

All the plans are gone in a blink of an eye.

Just because of those two people, they are going to have a sword fight on the bank of Luoshui?
This reason is too ridiculous!
"I can't stop it alone!"

After finding Lu Xiaofeng, Jin Jiuling spoke first. Looking at Hua Manlou and Master Balsam Guar beside Lu Xiaofeng, Jin Jiuling felt that this matter must be resisted by these four eyebrows.

"The embroidered thief harassed and committed serious crimes in the capital of God. Now everyone's eyes in the capital of God have been drawn here. Isn't he..."

Jin Jiuling explained the reason and wanted to persuade Lu Xiaofeng.

"Not only that, there are these people, it is unknown who is hidden in them..."

Listening to Jin Jiuling's reasons, Lu Xiaofeng felt that there was a strange feeling, why Jin Jiuling has a more chivalrous heart now, and he did things in the past, he was somewhat, which can be regarded as unscrupulous evaluation.

He didn't think too much about it, he just thought that Jin Jiuling had become the chief arrester of the Six Doors now, maybe it was because of the change of duties that he was given a heavy burden.

Thinking of this, he also said solemnly: "It really can't be like this. I'm afraid someone will make trouble secretly. Master, I have to invite you to go with me."

Master Bitter Gourd's face was wrinkled together at this moment, he understood what Lu Xiaofeng meant, it wasn't that the two of them went to bed together, but that he wanted to invite someone together.

For example, the host of the White Horse Temple.

Honest monk.

This monk acted a little secretively, and his words often showed Zen intentions. As for whether it was nonsense or the most reasonable, it was just as the saying goes.

Ordinarily, he should be honored as a master, but the name of "honest monk is not honest" has been passed down, so no one regards him as a master.

Martial arts are unfathomable, if he makes a move, it shouldn't be difficult for them to help in this battle.

Thinking of this, Monk Kugua felt that it would be okay if he didn't have to take the lead.

Don't offend King Xiang's lineage less, and Shaolin's offerings will decrease in the future, and you can't blame yourself for the reason.

The White Horse Temple is not far away, just next to the capital of the gods. It is bestowed by the royal family. If there are members of the royal family who become monks, they are also in this temple.

Although it is not as famous as Shaolin, it is just as rich and powerful.

"Master, there are two people asking to see you."

"No! No!"

The honest monk was in a daze, as if he was in a daze, staring blankly at the sky, which gradually became darker.

The moon is like a disc.

Hearing his yelling, the monk who sent the message was about to drive away the visitors.

At this time, only one person said with a smile: "Monk, my old friend is here, how can I not see you?"

Shaking his head, the honest monk knew that the door of his temple could block many people, but some people could not be blocked.

Nothing can stop it.

"You are late!"

The honest monk's words made Lu Xiaofeng feel a little strange. Why is it so late?

But Monk Balsam Pear, who understood his Zen intention, looked at the horizon and recited something silently.

Lu Xiaofeng was only confused for a moment, but later he understood. Immediately, without saying anything, he flew towards Luoshui, his figure was like a butterfly.

……

A light boat sailed against the current, even though it was far away, Yang Ke had already sensed it.

Sword intent.

The noble and unparalleled sword intent.

The swordsman was a man with a white face and a slight beard, wearing a snow-white robe. His eyes looked like two cold stars in the dark.

His face was very white, neither pale nor pale, but a lustrous and lustrous color like white jade.

His eyes were not pitch black, but they were terribly bright, like two cold stars.

On his jet-black hair, he wore a beaded crown of sandalwood, and his clothes were as white as snow.

The wooden boat moved very slowly, and behind the swordsman, there was a maid holding a sword, a noble and unparalleled sword, with a noble and unparalleled sword intent.

The sword energy all over the sky faded suddenly, flew to Yang Ke's side, and disappeared together.

This scene was astonishing, but the masters all looked at the person who was sailing the boat.

Or, the sword behind him.

How did this person, this sword, get here?

Ye Gucheng, Chunjun sword.

Everyone who saw it understood that doubts arose in their hearts, including Yang Ke, who looked at the full moon in the sky and the sword intent that filled the sky, but still couldn't hide one person and one sword.

Yang Ke didn't get up, the guzheng sang softly, and only heard:

"When the moon will be there, ask Qingtian about the wine.

I don’t know what the palace is, but what year is it.

I want to return by wind, and I fear Qionglou Yuyu, the heights are too cold.

Dancing clear shadow, like in the world?
Turn Zhuge, low tenants, and sleepless.

There should be no hatred, why is it going to other times?

People have sorrows and sorrows and joys, and moons have yin and qing, which is difficult to complete.

Nung, moon and new moon. "

This scene, this poem, this person, the bright moon hangs high, the sky and the earth are silent, even if it is noble and unparalleled, how can it compare with the immortal chapter.

Ye Gucheng's boat stopped.

Compared with swords, he is not afraid of anyone or any sword.

Just this article, how can he be against it?

Even the noble and unparalleled Pure Jun sword pales in comparison.

Waves arose in the hearts of countless people; Mingyue, Mingyuexin, are you talking about me?

Looking at that faint figure, Mingyue felt a little insane.

Ximen Chuuxue was holding the sword, he should have used the sword, he had thought about it a long time ago, split the sword light all over the sky, cut his mind, that sword, he had been preparing for a long time.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt that he was thinking of someone.

Such a chapter is no worse than the perfect art of heaven and man. After thousands of years, if you listen to it and read it, you will feel trembling when you look at the full moon.

Not to mention, on the banks of Luoshui, there are countless people who have heard that faint voice.

Most of them are educated, and there are very few illiterate martial arts people.

Huamanlou can't read.

He is blind in both eyes, and has never seen words since he was born, but he understands.

I understand better than many people who can learn Chinese characters by looking at them morning and evening.

The eyes shed tears, not for this chapter, but for the blurred faces and forgotten people in memory.

He is not alone.

(End of this chapter)