Sealing Sword Chapter 88: Unsheathed

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After making up his mind, Duan Qing didn't stay in Ruoshuiguan, and gave Xuan Su a few more words, and then left with Ye Fusheng.

He took the mountain path, the shade of the trees was like waves, and the people were rare, showing the picturesque quietness of the years. However, even though Ye Fusheng was a newcomer, he had a good memory. No matter how he looked at it, he didn't seem to be going to the Qishuangyuan.

When they came to a clearing between the bamboo forests, Duan Qing stayed and turned around and said: "Why do I want you to go without asking?"

"Senior mother does things, of course it makes sense." Ye Fusheng circled his arms, "Well, it should be the first time to see Senior Brother Xuansu's first journey into the rivers and lakes. Although martial arts is good and lacks experience, it is more appropriate for people to accompany... Well, I'm afraid it has something to do with me, right?"

Duan Qing nodded: "The "Dream Poison" in your body has entered your lungs, and ordinary external forces can only temporarily suppress it, not a long-term solution."

Ye Fusheng squinted his eyes: "Wuxiang Temple has a way?"

Duanqingdao: "It's not Wuxiang Temple, but this martial arts conference."

The martial arts conference will gather many people from the world, three teachers and nine liu, and the capable people and strangers are unknown. Instead of spending time in peace and waiting for the rest of your life to pass, it is better to seize every opportunity to fight.

Ye Fusheng understood what he meant, and said, "Thank you, Madam for reminding me."

"This martial arts conference will definitely not be easy. You need to be cautious." After a pause, he said, "Now you have a gap in your chest. I don't need to talk too much about everything. This time I will let Elder Duan Heng take You go over."

Ye Fusheng was startled: "Sister, aren't you going?"

Duan Qing's eyes sank slightly: "Internal strength is about to break through the bottleneck, I will meditate for a few days."

Ye Fusheng suddenly became a little curious. Counting this reunion, it was the second time he had seen Duanqing use martial arts since he was a child. Although he didn't know what realm it was, he was afraid that he could still throw himself a few blocks away.

However, today's Ye Fusheng is no longer what it used to be compared to Gu Xiao's back then. Although he has passed the youthful and vigorous age, few martial artists are aggressive. Ye Fusheng can be confident that he will not lose to Gu Qifang, but he is still curious about Duanqing, who has always been unremarkable.

Not to mention...

Ye Fusheng's gaze shifted around Duan Qing's body, from his head covered with frosty white hair to a tall and straight figure, even his face was still as graceful as a man in his early thirties, and he didn't see any oldness. .

But when Gu Xiao started to remember, Duan Qing looked like this.

Twenty years have passed, he has grown from a small child to a tall and long man, but he is still as clear as ever. The years seem to have solidified on this person, except for hair dyes, creams, eyes and snow. Traces of time.

However, how can there be immortals in the world?

Ye Fusheng thought in his heart. He also moved his hands. He bowed and smiled: "Speaking of which, I am so old and I haven't been instructed by the teacher once. I wonder if I can do it today, but is this regretful? "

He had a hippy smile, and he meant to fight in and out of his words, so he took a look at him and he was right.

Duanqing nodded, and Ye Fusheng kicked his feet, and he came out like a startled water. The shocked sword came out of his waist. The sound was still trembling, and the blade was in front of him.

He made this knife very fast, especially when Duan Qing shot his hand and tried to stop it, the back force came out again, the blade flipped with his wrist, just like stepping on the water to sway the energy, the three-style virtual move swayed in a flash, the blade caught the gap straight to the end Clearing his throat, strange and strange changes, even Duan Qing could not stop it.

Jinghong's line is more important than quickness and dexterity. Ye Fusheng has already mastered these eight characters between life and death in these years, but he can't let go of the knot in his heart, and his hands and feet are naturally dragged down.

Gu Qifang’s entry into the earth was safe, as if he had covered his half-body burden with the loess. Now he is lighthearted, with the blade in his hand like a finger, the same trick "Flying" is now being used. Same day.

This knife is like a breeze sending flying catkins, and it is weak, but it just avoids the opponent to defend, and it has been cut close to the flesh in a flash.

The world of martial arts is only strong and fast, and only fast is not broken. Ye Fusheng's ability to reach the peak of "fast" is the ultimate way.

A trace of relief flashed in Duan Qing’s eyes very quickly. He made a mistake, and his body shifted to the left. The Jinghong knife almost swept his shoulders. Ye Fusheng moved his hand and turned around with the knife. It is the meeting of seven.

He has seven knives in a row, slashing and piercing. The strange thing is that Duan Qingming walks between the blades, and the speed is not too fast, but the blade seems to be stuck by invisible energy, and it always shifts. Drive.

Ye Fusheng's eyesight is quick and quick, he can see that Duan Qing is not really doing it now, but is using his strength to drive his body with his sword power, and firmly grasp the battle situation.

He was stretched out by Duan Qing, and his body involuntarily stepped forward three steps. Seeing that Duan Qing returned his palm and slapped his chest, Ye Fusheng's left hand also caught the gap. When the palms of the fingers touched each other, Ye Fusheng only felt that all his finger strength was transformed by this palm, but he also grasped the gap of escape. With the help of the force, he retreated five steps in a row. His right foot was on the ground and his waist suddenly turned. "Dragon" swept out.

"Youlong" has a strong sword force, which is quite likely to sweep thousands of troops. Duan Qing does not resist him, his figure flies back, starts with a jade flute on his waist, turns over and steps on it, and looks at it. Ying steadily landed on the Jinghong Dao.

When his hand sank, Ye Fusheng's shock force began to clear, he saw the white-haired Daochang's body turned in mid-air, his upper body was down, and the jade flute in his hand was also upright, piercing his heavenly spirit!

Yu Xiao has no front, but he has already cut pain. If Duan Qing is holding a sword, Ye Fusheng knows this must be a terrible one.

He didn't dare to take it carelessly. He slid out like a fish. Before he stood up, he had eight knives in his hand. He was so fast as to combine the eight moves into one.

As if squally wind and rain are coming down instantly, nowhere is clear, nowhere.

As far as the number of martial arts in Duanqing seems, it is the wind of Zhongzheng, regardless of fist and sword strokes are clear and intentional, and Ye Fusheng is taking the fast and strange road with "Jinghong Jue". It can be said to be a typical example of "surprisingly attacking its deficiencies", and it has the upper hand for a while.

Seeing that the blade is like thunder and lightning, Duan Qing is still calm.

People who practice martial arts are most afraid of impetuosity, but these frivolity and impetuosity have to be washed by time. Ye Fusheng has just entered this age, but Duan Qing has already passed this time.

He practiced "Wu Ji Gong" when he was young. For more than ten years, he has grind all his arrogance and arrogance to the point of no flesh and blood, leaving only the old style, no passion and passion, but more water in the heart. Later, I went into the deep mountains, Chunhuaqiuyue and Xia Lei Dongxue gradually faded in my eyes, and everything is like a mayfly to him today, let alone winning or losing.

You don’t care about victory or defeat, so you can have no sidelines and invincibility.

Ye Fusheng has indeed achieved "swimming like a dragon and astounding", but this is not enough.

The eight swords came out almost instantaneously, and the last one came first after the "thunderstorm", but the jade flute in Duanqing's hand only came out one style.

This should be one-style swordsmanship, but it doesn't seem to be.

It's a simple one, when the blade has already cut a line of light red, but it seems like running water bypasses the Qifeng Mountains, it penetrates through the gap of the eight swords, without any touch.

Judging from Ye Fusheng's eyesight, this style is not very fast. He can clearly see the changes in the trajectory from Yuxiao raising to bullying, and he can also see the cold light flowing in Duan Qing's eyes for an instant.

It was as if a hand touched his throat gently, but Ye Fusheng couldn't avoid it.

It is not that Yuxiao penetrates human nature, but that this trick alone can isolate a person into a sharp sword.

His surplus of power is not exhausted, and Yu Xiao has already touched his throat.

Gently, without any force.

Ye Fusheng felt cold behind his back, cold sweat was already drenched on his forehead.

Duanqing's style didn't use internal force. He didn't even feel the slightest pain, but at this moment, he noticed the murderous aura, not against himself, but the original murderous intent of this style.

Simplify the complexity and return to the basics, but it is inevitable.

For a while, there was no sound in the bamboo forest, until Duan Qing took the Yuxiao back, Ye Fusheng only woke up like a dream, and he even got his sword into the sheath.

There was a thin red mark on the side of Duan Qing’s neck. Ye Fusheng held it tightly, only torn the epidermis, and only a little blood was leached out. He didn’t care, lifted his sleeve and wiped it away, saying: "You Very good."

Ye Fusheng looked at him, his tone sinking slightly: "The move the teacher did just now is better."

"I just took advantage of my age. After all, I am inferior to you." Duan Qing looked at him, "The name of Jinghong is worthy of your hands."

Ye Fusheng said: "The disciple will go here, and he will live up to his expectations."

"In that case, you can go back and pack your luggage." Duan Qing nodded, "When you leave the bamboo forest, turn left and you will see the Qishuangyuan."

Ye Fusheng heard that he meant something else, and didn't say much. He bowed to Duanqing and went to Qishuangyuan.

Duan Qing watched him go far in place, then turned and walked on the opposite path.

This road became more remote and deserted, and Duanqing also walked slowly. It took about two quarters of an hour to stand in front of a mountain wall.

This is a huge stone gate, weighing about a thousand catties, Duan Qing reached out and pressed the slightly raised stone brick, and the gate slowly lifted upwards.

Inside is a very spacious cave. I found out the fire and lit the lamp on the wall to disperse the dark color and illuminate a small stone stele in the cave.

The above are also the four words engraved by Jian Qi's fingers, but the age is a bit older, and the stroke has begun to blur, and it is vaguely seen as "the sea of ​​bitterness is boundless."

However, on the stone stele, there are long blackened and dried blood stains, and a few messy **** handprints. Upon closer inspection, they are all from a person's hand.

Duan Qing didn't look at the stele, he just walked inside, and finally came to a stone room that was built quite tightly.

Compared with his residence in the Qishuangyuan, this place is more like a place for a person to live, stone beds, tables, chairs, clothing and quilts... all of them, but a thin layer of ash, which looks like a month I have never lived.

Duan Qing brushed away the wide cloth covering the stone bed, meditated cross-legged, closed his eyes, quietly calming his inner breath.

For a long time, he opened his eyes, and his face, which was not very popular, became even harder.

The finger touched the jade flute on his waist, and he felt a slight crack. He looked at it carefully through the light for a while, and a soft color slowly appeared in his cold and merciless eyes.

This is the mark cut by the blade, the strength is left three to seven, not more than one point, not less than a cent, and it is just right.

Although Duanqing’s style is not unparalleled in the world, it has been a long time since I met an opponent.

He put Yu Xiao down, reached into his arms and fumbled, and took out a purse.

Two bi peaches are embroidered on the purse. The one on the left is smaller and has rough stitches; the one on the right is larger and is delicate and picturesque.

You can take a closer look, but you can tell that it is a person's handwriting, but the skill is different, it should be the work of the embroiderer at different times.

He opened his purse, and there were a few pieces of broken jade inside, and he could vaguely see that it was a piece of jade with good color.

Duan Qing patiently put the broken jade together a little bit, and then put it together into a whole round jade pendant. Then he opened his mouth, his voice was light, and his tone was mild: "He is not what he used to be, you Huangquan If you know it, I feel relieved."