Changfeng crosses Baishi

The imaginary dizziness did not come, and the angry roar disappeared in an instant, and the surrounding was deadly silence.Ying Changfeng felt that his hands and feet were weak, and after a little effort, he found that the spiritual power was still there, and he was relieved.

He raised his head vigilantly, the surroundings were pitch black, and the mist was flowing, lingering around.Occasionally, a little aggressive temptation came, and after being blocked by Changfeng's long sword, he quickly retreated, as if he was just greeting him with no pain and no malice.

But Ying Changfeng didn't believe how old-fashioned and warm-hearted they were, his eyes froze, and Yuan Shandai's scabbard ignited demon fire, illuminating the square inch where he was standing.

Still nothing.

Ying Changfeng was a little confused, what exactly does this mean?

He took the initiative to enter this cloud of devilish energy for the things inside, but that doesn't mean he dared to act rashly.After contemplating for a moment, Ying Changfeng flicked his finger, and a distraction appeared out of thin air, circling around the edge of the demonic energy.

It was empty, as if the metallic sound just now was an illusion.

Ying Changfeng swung his heart, and the long sword came out of its sheath.

The moment Yuan Shandai's sword blade appeared brilliantly, the magic energy suddenly changed, they seemed to split apart, and screamed in panic.It was that muddy and hoarse voice again, Ying Changfeng's temples began to hurt suddenly, but he didn't flinch, vaguely guessing that they seemed to be afraid of the sword, his heart sank.

As the sword light passed by, there was another cry of "stab!"

Ying Changfeng's eyes flickered, and he rushed away, and the five fingers of his left hand burst out with tangible sword energy, and there was no room for relaxation, and he gave it directly for a second time, like a violent storm——

"...Sword Qi?" The voice sounded again, and then sneered, "It's bad!"

Yuan Shandai flew into the air, and the sword energy suddenly disappeared on the spot.

Ying Changfeng had never encountered a situation where he could dispel the sword energy out of thin air since he entered Taoism. He was only stunned for a moment when he heard the sound, and then he was furious. He didn't intend to say a word of nonsense, and the sword energy came out from his left hand again!

Disappeared again.

It's no coincidence that it happens over and over again.

Was it his sword that went wrong?

Or is it always close, where is the close?

If it wasn't a little bit worse, he should have touched the body of that thing just now, is it a sword intent or a sword move, what's wrong?Where is the difference?

This thought suddenly attacked Ying Changfeng after the sword intent disappeared, beating him to agitated spiritual consciousness.

He is not someone who is easily obsessed with anything, and he has never been troubled by anything.He is self-taught, he doesn't ask anyone, and he doesn't take other people's words as good advice.

After more than [-] years of Taoism, Ying Changfeng doubted the world and the Tao of Qingxin——

But he never doubted that there was something wrong with his practice.

His sword intent had already been perfected long before he went to the South China Sea, so it couldn't be worse!

Of the nine "Sword Canon", he has even comprehended half of the long-lost "Broken Mountain". There may be flaws and loopholes, but there is absolutely no difference!

Where is the difference...

Broken mountain?

Is it "Broken Mountain" that cannot be found in the other half?

"... There are three kinds of demons in the heart. They are too murderous and obsessed too much. They can't get what they want."

"If you're here, I'll be fine."

"If there is a day when you hold me by the side, you won't fall into the abyss."

Are you obsessed?Are you searching?

A little less sword intent.

Can't ask for more...

"Ying Changfeng, don't let me go."

Ying Changfeng shuddered and bit the tip of his tongue fiercely.

He was almost dragged away by the delusional thoughts that occurred just now, and when he came back to his senses, his forehead was covered with cold sweat.Because of the pain, Changfeng's divine sense should return to its place, and he looked down to see that the devil's energy had climbed up to Yuan Shandai at some point, and had already submerged most of the sword body.

"Presumptuous!" Ying Changfeng shouted angrily.

Yuan Shandai immediately broke free from the restraints, and seeing him furious, those demonic energy retreated back to their original place knowingly.

The voice laughed again.

Ying Changfeng stood where he was, and slowly held Yuan Shandai tighter with his right hand.The force with which the palm lines were embedded into the hilt of the sword made him ache, but also made him awake.

After swallowing his anger briefly, he tentatively asked, "Jiang Yuan?"

This hoarse voice seemed to have not spoken for a long time, with the difficulty of learning a child's language, and an old and strange accent: "Younger, you are rude."

"You are Jiang Yuan?" Ying Changfeng turned a deaf ear and said.

The voice said out of breath: "Soul... the remnant soul, the body returns to heaven and earth."

Is it Jiang Yuan's remnant soul?

The Jiang Yuan that Xiao Heyan said was very grumpy and crazy, presumably he was not easy to get along with.Unexpectedly, the remnant soul who was suppressed after death and turned into a wisp of demon could speak human language.

Ying Changfeng made up his mind, after all, a senior who started to practice 1000 years ago should have a sense of awe even in the face of a wisp of soul.So he reluctantly added an honorific title, and said perfunctorily, "Oh, senior is testing me?"

Jiang Yuan's remnant soul should have a better temper than himself, and after a while, he gradually got used to talking. Although his words still have the strange accent of a thousand years ago, he can vaguely understand what it is saying.

It digested Ying Changfeng's tone for a long time, and was not dissatisfied, but affirmed Cai Cai's outrageous sword move just now.

"The aptitude is good, but it's still a little bit worse."

Almost.

These three words almost aroused Ying Changfeng's rebellion again, he forced himself not to care about this thing that he couldn't see what it looked like, and desperately thought about Xiao Baishi, and what he said to Xiao Baishi in the inn that day .

To go out well, to leave, to stay with him for a lifetime.

He promised Xiao Baishi that he must not break his promise.

Wouldn't it be a big joke for a lifetime if it collapsed here?

Ying Changfeng suppressed the surging spiritual consciousness, and turned towards the direction where the voice came from: "Then dare to ask senior, what is the difference?"

Jiang Yuan's remnant soul intended to provoke him, but he didn't expect that the man looked so proud and didn't bow down for the world, and actually asked a question in a good voice, and fell silent for a moment.

It didn't speak for a while, Ying Changfeng got impatient with waiting, and when he spoke again, he had a familiar yin and yang aura: "Senior, I heard that you were the first sword cultivator in the world before you were alive, and you won't be imprisoned for hundreds of years. Have you forgotten what you have repaired?"

"..."

"Oh, no, I forgot." Ying Changfeng smiled evilly, "I have seen your handwriting, there is no 'road' on it, let alone traces of 'sword'—you lied to me?"

He usually doesn't speak very well, and he couldn't figure out Jiang Yuan's details before, so he said a few polite words. At this time, his patience was exhausted, and he didn't bother to do superficial skills. With that uncertain expression, he really owed a lesson.

But Jiang Yuan's remnant soul was not irritated by him, and still spoke in a slow tone, which sounded annoying.

"What traces of 'sword'?" It asked Ying Changfeng lightly, "Why must there be traces?"

Ying Changfeng was at a loss for words, but the anxiety at first disappeared.

"Sword intent, should have no trace."

It was as if the most critical part had been grasped by just a few words, and it was only a layer of window paper away from the so-called truth. Ying Changfeng wanted to pierce it impatiently, but he couldn't find any way.

While speaking, the trajectory of the demon energy changed suddenly, and Ying Changfeng sharply said, "Is there someone outside?"

"A few children who don't know the heights of the sky and the earth have come." The tone of the remnant soul when he mentioned the word "children" was kind, but it was creepy for no reason. gone."

You mean... Shen Yizhou?

Ying Changfeng was about to talk to it, and when he turned around and saw the picture in front of him, he forgot everything he wanted to say.

The turbid demonic energy scrambled towards the direction he came from, and the monster who had been wrapped in it and couldn't see the true face of Mount Lu finally showed its original appearance——

Not a dragon.

But it cannot be called an individual.

The lower body of the remnant soul was submerged in the devilish energy, as if it had been wiped out.It was wearing a tattered long gown, bones could be seen inside, only one face was considered intact, but its facial features were gloomy and its pupils were dull. It was obviously hanging by one breath, and it didn't feel like a person who could control monsters at all. looks.

On the side, the remnant soul was leaning on the remaining skeleton of the demon dragon. Ying Changfeng took a closer look and found that the two of them were tightly locked together by something, and the soul was attached to the skeleton.

He stared for a long time, and Jiang Yuan's pale face squeezed out a smile, and now the bloodstains appeared, which was even uglier than crying.

"Hundreds of years of torture, I have long forgotten what I was like in the first place, thinking about meeting people, I squeezed out one. Qinglong's body has long been swallowed by Cuiwei Mountain and turned into nothing, and only this torso is left. You are shocked. Ashamed."

Remnant Soul spoke politely, Ying Changfeng was a little dazed, thinking that the other party was so polite, he was too embarrassed to do it immediately, and if he wanted to exchange a few polite words with him——

A ray of white light came towards him with a compelling sword intent.

After the remnant soul babbled a lot, it caught off guard and made a move!

Ying Changfeng wanted to block Yuan Shandai when he mentioned it, but the sword intent disappeared.He was taken aback, not daring to be negligent, when the sword intent appeared out of nowhere when he was about to pursue it, it almost stuck to his face.

The remnant soul let out a sigh, and his words were vaguely full of spirit.

"Housheng, your sword is very good, but it blocks your way!"

Ying Changfeng was in a trance, and his mind was completely blank by these words out of thin air.The left arm was hit by surprise, he felt a burst of burning pain, and then the magic energy changed, almost engulfing him again, Ying Changfeng stepped back quickly, Yuan Shandai almost rubbed blood out of the palm.

"Spiritual power is the mind, not the shape! What do you always hold it for?!"

"Without the sword, you wouldn't be you?!"

It seems that at this moment he is not in the strong demonic energy, but in the depths of Cuiwei with beautiful mountains and clear waters.The remnant soul in front of him is not the devil who committed a heinous mistake and caused countless people to be displaced, but the crazy or idiotic sword repairer Jiang Yuan from the past.

Jiang Yuan... Is she teaching him?

Tell him not to rely too much on Yuan Shandai.

Is this appropriate?Since he was a child, he knew that a sword repairer must have a good sword, and Yuan Shandai chose him. This is what Ying Changfeng is most proud of in the first 100 years.Because of this, he thought that he and Yuan Shandai would never be separated.

But now he was fooled by Jiang Yuan.

Sword, why must there be traces to follow?What would he be without the sword?

Yuan Shandai dropped her hand and fell.

"Ding--"

The lingering sound of touching the ground continued, Ying Changfeng closed his eyes lightly and his whole body remained still, a moment later he raised an arm suddenly.

Half an inch away, this time he touched the opponent's sword intent.

When he opened his eyes, all he saw was the void.

He could feel the sword intent brought by Jiang Yuan's remnant soul. It was true that there was no way, and it was extremely violent, but it contained endless changes, which could not be summed up in a few or two sword moves.

At this moment, all the sword manuals that Ying Changfeng read eagerly in the past years became a pile of waste paper.

Slightly exhaling, the spiritual power condensed into form in the hand, and quickly returned to the void the next moment, as if the fleeting shadow was fleeting.Ying Changfeng slashed forward with a sword, the demonic energy screamed and split instantly——

The stars are far away, the frost and snow are sounding, the green mountains are flying across, and the world of mortals is far away.

Everything that has animism can enter the sword.

This is the first sword intent after Daozu.

The author says:

Note: The subtitle "Sword Without Sword" is inspired by "Silence is better than sound", which means that the tangible is invisible.After finishing writing, a friend reminded me that the title of the martial arts song of Murong Yanyu (the role of Jinguang, setting the sword god, and the weapon wooden sword setting sun) is called "Sword Without Sword" (I am in Amway Jinguang Puppet Show again) and "Invisible Power is called In fact, there are many martial arts novels, such as Liumai Shenjian and Dugu Nine Swords, so there are similar descriptions in the form of expression.

In order to avoid unnecessary debate, I hereby explain that the plot of "Sword Without Sword" is independent, but the concept itself is not original to this article (crazy gestures)