Chapter 961: The Ancients Showed Their Holiness and Spoke the Law

( ) Jiang Chengzi, who had sneered earlier, looked extremely ugly on his pale face. He had never expected such a scene to appear.

"Wu Que, Wu Que, my heart is higher than the sky, and I want to create this perfect Dao of the Sword, but I also have doubts. Is there really such a thing as Wu Que in the world? Moon Wu Que, but the moon can be cloudy or sunny, and the four seasons are perfect. In the place of extreme north and south, half a year is polar day and half year is polar night, and there are always two seasons missing."

"I am also confused. I use my body as a knife and my mind as a knife, but how should I deal with the knife in my hand, and where should I put the knife in my heart..."

Xiao Chen spoke very sincerely. In the first half, he talked about his experience, and in the second half, he talked about his own shortcomings and doubts.

A continuous flow of words, without interruption, Xiao Chen completed it in one go, after he finished speaking. I just feel happy and inexplicable, a lot of doubts, seem to be touched, and faintly see a ray of dawn.

After finishing the words, all the visions that he displayed disappeared one by one as he moved.

Just when the crowd felt endless aftertaste and chewed carefully, the phantom of the ancient sword king sitting on the stone pillar did not disappear slowly as before, but opened his mouth in surprise.

"I have a law, I would like to discuss the Tao with you. It is called the Dao of Killing Dao. The sword is a murder weapon. It is born to kill people. I should kill all living beings, destroy all things, and kill everything..."

"I have a method, and I would like to discuss the Tao with you. It is called the Way of Butian. The way of heaven is hard to find, and the sword of heaven is hard to find..."

"I have a law, and I would like to discuss the Tao with you. It is called the Dao of Death Sword. All things are born to wait for death. I am a swordsman, go against the sky, and survive death..."

"I have a method, and I would like to discuss the Tao with you. It is called the Dao of Thunder Sword. Thunder is the hand of heaven. It is the catastrophe of the heavens..."

...

The vast holy sounds overlapped, layer upon layer, hovering between the heaven and the earth, and the entire Tianding City was enveloped by the sound that spanned time and space.

The ancients manifested their holiness, opened their mouths, and in a land of hundreds of miles, colorful smallpox fell.

All the swordsmen in Tianding City were stunned. Under the shroud of such a holy sound, there were endless spiritual sounds in their minds. After they realized it, they all sat cross-legged and began to carefully understand the way of the sword in their hearts.

On the high platform, the scene of the Old Sage speaking, no one expected, but in just a moment, the faces of these young leaders changed drastically, and they quickly sat cross-legged, without saying anything, and they all felt it carefully.

The Old Sage spoke,

It's not that the Old Sage came back to life, it's just a coincidence because of Xiao Chen. These scenes of the ancient saint's death have crossed the distance of time and appeared in the present.

This is a rare opportunity. After losing it, it is absolutely impossible to find it again.

The experience of the ancient sword kings is so precious. Eighteen ancient sword kings all died together at once. This kind of scene is unprecedented and unprecedented.

But how much you can hear depends on your talent and understanding. The voices of the eighteen ancient sword kings overlapped together, and it was not a simple matter to distinguish them.

In the Palace of the Lord of Tianding City, Bailang's father, a quasi-emperor-level powerhouse, looked at the seven-colored smallpox falling from the sky. There is also the holy voice echoing endlessly in his ears, this one is only one step away from being the man of the age of Emperor Wu, and his face can't help but change.

The mighty voices, one after another, permeated the entire Tianding City, and lasted for two full hours. The old man manifested his holiness, and the sword king died, this kind of spectacles gradually disappeared, and the world returned to peace.

But the warriors in Tianding City couldn't calm down for a long time.

After this day, the status of Tianding City among Xuanyu swordsmen has soared, and it is even compared to Tiandao City, which is the first holy place of swordsmen and the sword king Wu Xiaotian governs.

In the center of the square, under the eighteen stone pillars, Bailang and his party slowly opened their eyes.

As the arrogance of the younger generation, they received the ancient sage's body at close range, and they must have gained more insights than ordinary people. Everyone has gained something, and their faces are full of satisfaction.

Xiao Chen was the last one to open his eyes, and he absorbed a huge amount of divine liquid in the heavenly dew divine spring, and his comprehension was astonishing.

He memorized each of the 18 ancient sword kings' different ways of swords, one by one, without missing a single word. After returning home, he can write it down immediately, which will be a valuable asset.

No one present was as talented as he was. Even Bailang could memorize five different Dao of the Sword skills, which was far beyond ordinary people.

Whoosh!

"I respect you for this cup of tea. I formally apologize to Brother Xiao. Bai has blind eyes and made people laugh at him. I hope Brother Xiao will forgive me."

Bailang opened his eyes, poured a cup of tea himself, and flew towards Xiao Chen.

He could afford to let it go, and after seeing Xiao Chen's attainments in the Dao of the Sword, he immediately served tea and apologized without any airs.

Open your mouth, let eighteen ancients manifest their holiness, and the holy voice that transcends time and space descends on Tianding City at the same time. This is not considered a swordsman, and there are really no swordsmen in the world.

Everyone apologized to Bailang without any contempt or ridicule.

Xiao Chen reached out to hold the teacup, took a sip, and put it on the table: "It's okay, brother Bai is a real swordsman, I can understand your thoughts."

Bai Lang nodded slightly without showing any traces, and continued to speak: "Wu Que Dao Dao is indeed unique. It makes people's eyes shine, it is unprecedented, and there is no falsehood. I heard your doubts in the second half, and I have some insights in my heart. I want to discuss it with Brother Xiao. two."

Xiao Chen's heart moved, and he said with a smile; "But it's okay to say it, comrades, if you have any opinions, I hope to speak freely."

"The second half of your book mainly focuses on a few issues. Let me talk about the first one, using the body as the knife and the mind as the knife, how to deal with the knife in your hand."

Bailang paused for a moment, as if he was considering his tone, and then said: "I think this question is a bit confusing, for us swordsmen. A knife is a part of the body. There is an old saying that a knife is in the body, and the knife is dead. Death, that’s what I’m talking about.”

Xiao Chen's eyes lit up, thoughtful, he used his body as a knife, his hair as a knife, and his clothes as a knife. But why can't you use a knife as a knife, but a knife is a knife in the first place, because of this, you get involved.

Considering the knife as an item like hair and clothes, how to deal with the knife in the hand, this problem can be solved without attacking.

Lin Yan, a student of the Flame Sword King, smiled and said: "I also have some opinions on the way of perfection, the so-called perfection. It doesn't have to be perfect to be perfect. There is no perfect thing in the world, but it may not be perfect. Perfection is not necessarily No downside."

"Brother Xiao, the bright moon before, I thought it was a perfect moon, and when it was perfect, it would be perfect."

There has never been such a way of swords in the world. Even the swordsmanship of the eighteen ancient sword kings, which is all-encompassing, has not been touched by the way of perfection.

Being able to participate in the discussion of this kind of Dao of the Sword has a feeling of creating history. It is foreseeable that once the Dao of the Perfect Sword reaches the top, its name will last forever, leaving a strong mark in the era of martial arts.

The swordsmen present all seemed quite excited and spoke enthusiastically, regardless of whether they were right or wrong, they at least opened up Xiao Chen's mind. From the perspective of others, he could always see something different.

Finally, after this topic was over, Bailang put down his teacup, patted his palm on the table lightly, and put the precious saber beside it, with its sheath, clanging, sank an inch, and inserted it into the high platform.

Clang clang!

The rest of the people followed suit one after another, inserting their precious sabers into the stone platform, and the aura of the saber surged and buzzed for a while, and the powerful saber intent lingered endlessly in the field.

Xiao Chen understood in his heart that this was the second process of the tea party, meeting friends with a knife was also the highlight of the tea party.

After all, no matter how good the words are, you have to fight to see the effect.

With a slight movement, the Moon Shadow Knife was also inserted into the high platform with its sheath attached.

"Fashion prevails, I've heard about it for a long time, can you give me some advice?"

After everyone's knives were inserted into the high platform, a tall and thin man in a long gown asked Fengxing Sheng to fight.

Feng Xingsheng smiled slightly and said: "It's not enough to teach, just to learn from each other."

Whoosh!

The two rose into the air at the same time, stretched out their hands and made a move, the two saber lights flickered, the sword clanging sounded, and they grabbed the sheath, and the two of them were high above the sky, and began to quickly exchange moves.

The people below can see clearly when they raise their heads slightly, and comment with friends around them from time to time.

The battle between the two was remarkable, but Feng Xingsheng was obviously superior. He is very aware of his talent, the Dao of the Wind Blade, and if he only takes a little bit as a breakthrough and comprehension, it will be a gentle breeze.

In the lingering breeze, the sword intent is everywhere, and in the gentleness, there are murderous intentions everywhere.

After another two hundred moves, the opponent took the initiative to admit defeat, and the two returned their swords to their sheaths, saluted each, and sat down again.

Afterwards, the tea party began to gradually enter the climax, and swordsmen from all walks of life appeared on the stage. Xiao Chen saw them one by one, and the ones who impressed him the most were Lin Yan and Dugujue, the disciples of the Flame Sword King and Thunder Sword King.

Several people successively made an appointment to fight with the two, but they were all defeated within a hundred moves.

The way of thunder and flames, in the swords of the two, was brought to the extreme respectively. The billowing flames erupted like volcanoes, and when the sword fell, red flame clouds filled the sky for ten miles, and the momentum was astonishing.

What Xiao Chen cares more about is Dugujue, the descendant of Thunder Sword King, of course, his real essence is the attribute of thunder, and the will of comprehension is also the will of thunder. Of course, we have to compare it with this person.

Dugujue's swordsmanship made Xiao Chen's eyes shine. The thunderous swordsmanship comprehended by the other party can be described in two words as speed and explosiveness.

People in the world often describe it as thunder and lightning, a person's speed is extremely fast, and his knife is extremely fast. But if you think that only the speed is there, it is a big mistake. Its explosive power in Sumeru is equally terrifying, shaking Tianding Square violently.

The power of thunder is not only about speed and explosion. Xiao Chen has experienced thunder disasters and endured the baptism of thousands of thunders.

But the other party must also know this truth. After all, there is a great emperor who taught him, but he understands the truth that greed can't be chewed, and he only brings these two characteristics to the extreme.

In Xiao Chen's mind, he couldn't help but compare this person with An Junxi. If the two fought, it would be quite exciting.

"Xiao Chen, your high-spirited talk makes people speechless. But I don't know if there are some real tricks in my hands. I, Jiang Chengzi, want to ask you for some advice."