Because of this scene, the two sisters Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu could not help but hold each other's hands tightly, staring blankly at the gray robe at the bow with their mouths wide open.
This uncle seems to be really powerful and scary.
They muttered at the same time.
Fortunately, Li Qiubai was referring to the sword.
The two sisters who have not yet entered the door cannot see the tricks.
Otherwise, if one encounters such "swordsmanship" at such an age, when one really embarks on the path of swordsmanship in the future, one will most likely unconsciously develop a temperament of being overambitious and incompetent, and feel that other swordsmanship is dull and difficult to swallow, making it difficult for one to make any progress.
As for Lu Mingliang, who retreated violently, he was frightened by this "sword".
He had heard of the name of Chang'an Sword Immortal for a long time, but hearing about it is not as good as meeting him in person, and meeting him in person is worse than hearing about it.
Even if he didn't practice swordsmanship, at this moment Lu Mingliang couldn't help but feel his hair standing on end, his hair standing on end, and goose bumps all over his body.
Romantic has always been a synonym for swordsman.
It is true that the others who have reached the ninth realm and taken a half step forward have equally extraordinary abilities, and are not necessarily weaker than the Sword Immortal.
However, the methods used by other cultivation schools can never be as shocking or as memorable as those of the Sword Immortal, and they are not worthy of the word "romantic".
Other people’s spells are just magic.
The sword of the sword immortal is more like a unique and eye-catching scenery, which is worth constantly savoring and appreciating.
Li Qiubai is a name that cannot be avoided no matter how hard the monks of their generation who were born in Chang'an come to know him.
With every strike of his sword, he earned a tremendous reputation in Chang'an over the years, and caused countless cultivators to come to him and yearn for him.
Especially when he left a sword in Chang'an City and then walked out with great momentum, his reputation reached a peak.
A well-deserved leader in kendo.
Lu Mingliang, who had just finally mustered up the courage, was now sweating from the tip of his nose.
He looked at Li Qiubai standing on the bow and responded in a trembling voice: "The Lancang has been opened, Shuiyuntai will naturally open its doors to welcome guests. All Shuiyun cultivators, make way immediately."
bar?
What can stop it?
Fortunately, the Chang'an Sword Immortal showed mercy, and this "sword" was directed at the Lancang River, just to intimidate them.
If this "sword" was really aimed at them, it would be powerful enough to break Jiang Zhantian's finger. Who among the armored monks present could resist it?
The outcome will inevitably be countless casualties, and their Shuiyuntai will not be able to escape the heavy losses.
Formation? Divine armor?
Lu Mingliang couldn't help but feel ridiculous for his ridiculous idea just now.
He actually planned to rely on these external objects to stop a sword immortal?
The most ridiculous thing in the world.
If these things could stop Li Qiubai, there would not be only three sword immortals in the world.
Li Qiubai left him a way out, and Lu Mingliang was naturally a man who knew the times.
At his command, the dragon boats that were connected in a line immediately dispersed, leaving a passage in the middle.
At the end of this passage, a towering bronze pagoda filled with precious light is suspended above the river. The pagoda has nine floors and is very similar to a tower.
On the tower body, there are densely packed cloud seals, which are mysterious and powerful.
This is Shuiyun Tower, a top-level magical weapon that took Shuiyuntai's weapon refiners a thousand years to refine.
Each floor of this tower is connected by iron cables.
The iron chains were stretched across the surface of the river. At a glance, thousands of them were cold and gloomy, forming an astonishing scene that would amaze anyone who saw it.
Shuiyuntai is the weapon department of Daxia. Although it cannot be said that it is definitely better than Jialou's weapon pavilion, other than that, there is absolutely no other weapon pavilion in the world that can compare with it.
Shuiyun Tower is one of the most proud works of the Shuiyuntai weapon refiner.
This can definitely be said to be a reflection of the highest level of equipment refining of the human race.
Lu Mingliang flew towards Li Qiubai's ship and stopped at an appropriate distance, not too far from them. He bowed slightly and said respectfully, "I am grateful to Li Jianxian for showing mercy and not pursuing the crime of Shui Yuntai for being ungrateful. Senior, please come this way!"
He stretched out his right hand as a gesture of invitation.
Li Qiubai was very calm. Seeing this, he just nodded slightly and said, "Then let's go."
But just as he was about to move, Li Qiubai's eyelids twitched slightly, he sensed something , and stopped moving.
"Wait a moment." The sword immortal suddenly laughed again.
Lu Mingliang was startled, then he noticed something unusual and looked to the side.
There, a handsome young monk stood proudly, his posture and temperament were extraordinary.
Lu Qingshan, who was fortunate enough to witness the amazing sight of the sword immortal cutting the river in half with one finger, is still immersed in the lingering emotion of Li Qiubai and his sword.
The layman watches the excitement, while the expert sees the details.
Not to mention, the "sword" of Li Qiubai was meant to guide him.
Therefore, Lu Qingshan saw a lot of clues from it.
From a leaf in Tai'an City that became a flying sword, to today's sword that opens the Lancang River.
Lu Qingshan truly understood that although Sword Immortals and Sword Cultivators both have the word "sword" in their names, they are completely different and are two completely different types of people.
At this moment, he was seriously comprehending Li Qiubai's sword and had gained something.
He already possessed an unparalleled talent in swordsmanship that was comparable to that of Li Qiubai. In his sea of ​​consciousness, there also existed Mang Cang Liuyan's semi-saint swordsmanship insights. The two complemented each other and brought out the best in each other.
Besides, Lu Qingshan had practiced swordsmanship for nearly ten years and it was not in vain. He had already reached a high level in the way of swordsmanship. Now that he was taught the sword, it was like looking down from a high vantage point. It was reasonable for him to gain some insights.
Lu Qingshan narrowed his eyes slightly.
The sword intent in his chest became more vigorous and crisper, growing continuously, and the energy was flowing.
In his mind, many insights were confirming each other.
Li Qiubai gave up sword moves and sought sword spirit, and embarked on the path of sword immortal.
This is very powerful, but this is only Li Qiubai's path, not his Lu Qingshan's swordsmanship.
He only took the essence of it to prove that his swordsmanship had benefited greatly.
The next moment, Lu Qingshan stretched out his fingers and gestured in the air unconsciously.
Li Qiubai turned around and glanced at Lu Qingshan.
Others may not notice anything, but how could he not see the abnormality?
At this moment, invisible energy was flowing on Lu Qingshan's fingertips, ready to burst out at any time.
It was obvious that Lu Qingshan had gained some insights from his sword and was only one step away from a breakthrough.
He does have some understanding, and it's not in vain... that I think so highly of him.
However, this seemingly simple finishing step is not so easy to break.
Countless people have been stuck at this final step their entire lives, unable to enter.
Of course, Li Qiubai had never experienced this feeling of being denied entry in his life.
However, although he had not experienced such a thing, he had seen it a lot.
If this kid can take this last step one day, then his sword strike today will not be in vain.
The sword immortal thought so in his heart and retracted his gaze.
On this side, Lu Qingshan remained silent and gradually closed his eyes.
In his mind, he kept recalling the scene where Li Qiubai pointed his sword to block the river.
As he recalled over and over again, Lu Qingshan didn't notice that the divine text in his soul that represented the six words of Mang Cang gradually began to emit a faint fluorescent light.
The water in the Lancang River where Lu Qingshan is currently located is all dark water, heavy and bone-chilling.
But life is always tenacious, and there will be corresponding creatures wherever it is.
At this time, in the Lancang River that was divided into two parts, there was an extremely strange carp that lived in the mysterious water. It seemed to be startled by the sudden changes of the Lancang River and suddenly jumped out of the water.
After the carp swung its tail in the air, it sank into the river again.
But the black water weighing hundreds of pounds suddenly splashed up high because of the carp's movement.
Water droplets all over the sky.
After the cold mist was cleared away along with Su Yi by Li Qiubai, Shuiyuntai, which had not seen the sun for a long time, finally saw the light of day again.
Under the reflection of sunlight, the water droplets in the sky sparkle with colorful light, which is very beautiful.
Lu Qingshan opened his eyes at the right time, his eyes shining brightly.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he bent his fingers slightly, flicking them lightly at an indescribable speed.
In the blink of an eye .
Li Qiubai, who had just retracted his gaze, suddenly looked sideways at this moment.
Huh? This kid...
Actually got started?
He murmured to himself.
It was I who was wrong.
…
Pop.
Among the water droplets splashing all over the sky, there was a drop that seemed to be hit by some invisible force and floated away in an instant.
Everyone heard the sound.
Lu Mingliang, who was waiting quietly on the side, suddenly widened his eyes and followed the inconspicuous little drop of water with his gaze.
Boom.
The small drop of water moved forward and hit another drop of water, and soon they connected with each other, making a small but crisp and pleasant ding-dong sound.
But this is far from over.
Two drops.
Three drops.
Four drops.
Five drops.
…
Ten drops.
Hundred drops.
Thousand drops.
Every collision makes a crisp sound.
The ding-dong, ding-dong sounds played together sound like a pipa piece of music.
The sounds of the strings are mixed together, and pearls, big and small, fall on a jade plate.
The water droplets in the sky are strung together into lines.
The ice spring is cold and the strings are frozen, and the sound stops temporarily.
Finally, the music stopped.
Silence is better than words at this time.
The water line has condensed into a sword.
A water sword.
The silver bottle broke and water splashed out.
The water sword spiraled forward, shooting straight towards an iron chain across the river.
Like a dragon drawing water.
This sword seemed to cut through the space.
When it was still quite some distance from the iron chain, the light around the water sword began to twist strangely.
Immediately, the water sword disappeared in an instant, without even a trace left on the spot, leaving only a breeze brought by the water sword.
clang!
A moment.
Where the iron chain was, a breeze also blew, causing the light to distort and change.
The disappeared water sword suddenly appeared and hit the iron chain.
The cold ice on the iron chain instantly turned into powder and dissipated.
The next moment, sword energy burst out from the water sword.
The water sword was only a thin line, but it contained amazing sword energy and sword intent.
As if to annihilate everything, a withered and dead air flashed by.
The true meaning of nirvana.
For a moment, there was a chilling sword intent on the surface of the river, and it was hard to tell whether it was the sword immortal's sword intent escaping or Lu Qingshan's sword intent arising.
Ding ding ding!
The rumbling sound continued.
The sword energy began to pour down like the Milky Way and pierced into the iron chain.
With a gentle snap.
The iron chain made of thousand-year-old black iron finally couldn't bear the weight and was pierced, revealing a hole.
This iron chain made by the Shuiyuntai weapon refiner is actually a part of the Shuiyuntai formation.
Although the formation was restrained and its power was not apparent at this time, the iron chains were extremely extraordinary in terms of their material itself. Even a sword cultivator at the level of Divine Transformation might not be able to cut through them in a short time.
But now, with a flick of a finger from a fifth-level swordsman, the iron chain was easily pierced.
A move that is perfect at the highest level.
Lu Mingliang was stunned.
He could never have imagined that he, an eighth-level cultivator, would one day be so surprised by a fifth-level sword cultivator.
Here, Lu Qingshan repeatedly recalled in his mind the sword he had unleashed that was like a dragon emerging from water, wanting to remember this feeling.
In his soul, on the incomparably beautiful original divine text, the strange symbol representing the word "return" has begun to shine, and the lines are like iron and silver hooks.
The golden light is shining and the divine light is shining.
Under the cover of golden light, the strange symbol gradually separated from the divine text transformed by the six words of Mangcang and floated above Lu Qingshan's sea of ​​consciousness.
The next moment, bits of starlight emanated from it.
In the blink of an eye.
The word "return" has dissipated into thin air, transformed into starry sky and evaporated, leaving no trace of it.
This is because...
At this moment, Lu Qingshan finally fully understood the secret of the word "return".
The previous Spring Breeze Returns was actually just a prototype of a sword move.
But now, Chunfenggui can be called a unique skill.
A unique sword technique that he comprehended and created by himself.
A sword technique that is as bright as the sun and as bright as a rainbow, pursuing extreme speed, but also with extraordinary power.
This seemingly simple sword contains countless complicated sword moves and implies a chilling sword intent.
There is Slashing Wind, Seven Deadly Sins, Silence, Killing, and Immortality...
There is also Gui Zi Yan, and Li Qiubai's magical sword.
But it’s just some, not all.
The core spirit, energy and energy belong to Lu Qingshan himself.
Lu Qingshan put down his fingers and let out a breath.
After this sword strike, he released all the powerful sword intent that had been accumulated in his chest for a long time, and felt extremely refreshed.
"Boy Lu, what is this move called?" Li Qiubai became interested and asked.
To this day, there are very few sword techniques that can catch his eye.
Lu Qingshan's sword did it.
"The spring breeze is back." Lu Qingshan replied.
Today, Li Qiubai blocked the river with one finger.
He, Lu Qingshan, with one sword, can bring back the spring breeze.