Novoland: Eagle Flag Chapter 2: Sword Seven

The moonlight shines on the open rocky ground, large and small circles are engraved in the stone, encircling and crossing each other and spreading out.

There was a dark golden light flowing on the spear point, Ji Ye stared at his own spear point, slowly turning around the biggest gun.

"Extremely fierce gun is not a rush without rules, but when you shoot the gun, all your energy is concentrated on the tip of the gun, and there is no extra chance to think about how to move. So you have to practice it in normal times. When you are doing it, repeat every movement more than ten thousand times, until this movement is deeply rooted in your mind, you don’t have to think about it at all.” The old man was opposite him, stepping on the big circle and turning, “Don’t let yourself go Go on a rampage by yourself, and think about it every time you stab."

"Yes!"

"Then try to attack."

The point of Huya's spear sank, and then rose up high. There was almost no sign of accumulating power, everything was completed in a short moment, and Hime Ye left Dayuan. The spear turned into a straight line across the center of the circle, piercing the old man's eyebrows with a roar.

The old man retreated sharply following his gun. Ji Ye moved in quickly, and the old man also retreated quickly. The sharpness of the Extremely Fierce Spear was worn away with every inch of advance, and Ji Ye felt a tightness in his chest, knowing that his strength could no longer keep up. When he almost had to take a breath, he didn't breathe, and took another deep breath under pressure, the tiger's long teeth sank together again, and he added it out of thin air, and replaced it with the old man's chest. Only then did the silver spear stick out, and the silver light shivered rapidly around Huya's neck, and a silver arc stuck to Huya like a ball of thread. The old man snorted in a low voice, turned sideways, and his gun leaned to one side under the pressure of the tiger's teeth. With a distance of five inches, Huya whizzed across his shoulder.

Himino staggered to a halt. He gasped a few times holding the gun, without looking back. He knew that the silver spear must be quietly parked on the back of his neck at this moment.

"Okay," the old man withdrew his gun, "we'll be here first."

"I..." Ji Ye lowered his head, a little frustrated.

This is the thirteenth time he has tried hands with the old man, but the results are almost the same every time. His sprinting became more and more intense, and sometimes even he himself would be frightened by the screams from the tiger teeth, but all of these had the same result when it came to the old man. The spear looked like a silver ghost in the old man's hand, as long as he was entangled with it, no matter how powerful the spear was, it would be dispelled lightly.

Himino's spear looked like an angry dragon, but what it pierced into was the boundless sea, only splashing fine water.

"Don't understand?" The old man laughed, "You think you have nothing to enter the country?"

He raised the gun in his hand: "Look carefully, where is my gun now."

Jimo felt surprised that the position where the old man was holding the gun had moved to a place half a foot away from the end of the gun. The old man's gun was an eight-foot-long spear, and when he held the gun at half a foot, he only had a length of six feet and five inches in his hand. This is a taboo for using a gun. The tiger tooth was still seven feet long, and Ji Ye always held it by the end of the gun, leaving as much length as possible for the enemy.

"You have made progress, but you haven't felt it yet. When I first tried with you, I held the **** of the gun. If it is not forced, everyone wants to leave the length to the enemy to prevent the opponent from attacking themselves. It can be killed in advance. But the difference of the Changing Spear is that the shorter the spear, the stronger the defense power. When I was your age, I used a four-foot short spear, which can really manipulate eight I have used it for thirty-four years. But your thrusts are really getting faster and faster now, and I have to change the position of holding the gun."

"Then..." Ji Ye's eyes widened.

"Yes! You think right. My defense is the strongest when I hold the middle of the gun. At that time, I was holding two four-foot short spears, which formed the strongest of the feather clan spears. If you can break through my defense at that time, you will truly become my opponent."

"Double Roman and one-handed array?" Ji Ye stared at the spear in the old man's hand in a daze.

"That is the most proud martial art of the warriors of the Silver Birch Regiment of the Stark city-state of the Yu clan. When more than fifty people can use the spear technique of the double-roman one-handed array, they will form a dragon-seat double The Moon Formation is an invincible defense." The old man was silent for a while, "Let's not talk about it, you don't have to come often when you enter the Eastern Palace Barracks these days, I don't have much to teach you. Spear skills, in the final analysis It's just a killing technique, if you don't kill yourself, you will never understand the most profound things in it."

"When can I learn to burn the river?"

The old man glanced at him, fell silent for a moment, and did not answer his question: "Do the children in the East Palace often bully you?"

"No!" Ji Ye shook his head.

"Lie! Your body is always bruised and purple, can't I see it?" The old man pulled his collar, and the exposed chest was wrapped with a bandage, and the skin beside the bandage was also bruised and bruised.

"I don't care either!" Ji Ye said coldly, "I was injured, and they were worse than me. Now ten of them beat me one, and when I learn to burn rivers, I can beat twenty, thirty Personally, I am not afraid of any more opponents!"

The old man frowned sharply, and a sharp light flashed in his sea-blue eyes: "This is not what a warrior should say! Could it be that you practiced guns just for these trivial things?"

"I..." Ji Ye was stunned for a moment.

"In your hand is the gun of destruction, cut off all roads, kill all people! You have learned to destroy the city, and then you will learn to burn the river, and then you will learn the broken armor and the heart wolf. The more spear skills you learn, The more power you have in your hands," the old man is aggressive, "but what do you want to use this power for? Just your own glory and victory, not to be bullied by others?"

He suddenly grabbed Ji Ye's hand, with such force that Ji Ye felt unbearable pain.

"I can't forgive my sins in my whole life, I don't want your future to be like mine," the old man put the wrench in his hand and Himeno's wrench together, "We take up weapons in our hands, we Don’t be afraid to die on the battlefield! Isn’t there a reason for us to do this? What are you doing for it? For money? For status? Or for honor? Then you don’t deserve to wear the wrench of Tianqi!”

He shook off Ji Ye's hand, sat back on the stone, and took a deep breath: "You Ji family has been crazy since ancient times. You are my student, and I don't want you to be the same. Go back and think about me In other words, I have some things recently, so don't come."

He shook his head and stopped talking.

Jimo looked puzzled at the suddenly angry old man, so he could only step back and salute, then turned and went out. His back disappeared, and the old man looked up at the door and sighed softly.

"See you sir," someone whispered outside the door.

The old man's pupils suddenly dilated, and he seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar. He clenched the handle of the gun tightly, and his whole body was stretched like a bowstring. He suddenly turned his head to look up at the bright white full moon in the sky, preparing to meet those silver feather arrows whizzing down. No one knows those flying shadows under the moon better than him. From the ground, they look like geese with the whitest wings, but wherever they go, they always leave blood-stained feathers.

But everything was still quiet, the moonlight shone peacefully around, and the murderous white feather did not appear as he feared.

A hand inserted a letter into the gap in the door, but the owner of the hand did not show up.

"This is my name badge, I hope Mr. Yi can take the time to meet and learn later." The voice of the person passing the name badge gradually faded away, and it was clear that he backed out after handing over the name badge while talking.

The old man regained his composure, approached the door slowly, and pulled out the envelope. It was a white envelope made of birch bark paper. When it was opened, the so-called name badge was just a long, narrow letter paper with no words on it. In the center was an ancient totem-like print. His whole body trembled slightly.

The old man turned and walked back to the yard. He walked seven steps, then turned around suddenly, and the silver spear pointed out a line through the fallen leaves on the ground, pointing straight to the gate of the courtyard. His whole body suddenly turned into a sculpture, and there was no more movement. On the stove in the corner of the yard, half-boiled tea was boiling, gurgling.

"Come in."

"Fortunately."

The speaker finally came out, walking slowly and steadily. It was a black figure, not wearing armor, but a black robe with wide sleeves around the waist. He stood quietly at the door, tall and slender, blending in with the tall birch trees behind him. The old man's eyes fell on the heavy sword he was wearing around his waist, he took a few steps back slowly, and stood in the middle of the bed where Ji Ye was standing just now. The strange visitor took a few more steps and stepped into the courtyard. He drew out his sword, which was colorful.

"Jingyue?"

"Yes. But I didn't come here hoping to win your trust with just a sword," the guest slowly and dignifiedly raised the epee horizontally in front of him.

The old man nodded slightly, and withdrew the spear with shaking hands. His hands pressed both ends of the gun barrel, and then slowly moved towards the middle, and finally his hands were almost together, holding the middle of the gun loosely. He took a step lightly, with a short body like a leopard, staring sideways at the visitor.

"Double Romans and one-handed formation?" The guest nodded slightly, "It's very lucky."

At the same time, there was reflected moonlight jumping on the visitor's epee and the old man's spear, and the explosions of the two were completely indistinguishable. The piles of fallen leaves were stirred up by the wind, trembling and rolling in the wind, The silver light of the sword and gun was obscured, and there was only a "ding" sound, as if a very taut silver thread was being snapped. The two people who rushed towards each other retreated in unison after an instant handover. The old man and the visitor flashed to the left together, stopped sliding, and at the same time flashed to the right, stopped sliding again, but did not change direction, tried again, and at the same time Run to the right.

The distance between the two was less than ten feet, which was the distance that could hit the opponent with a single shot, but neither of them attacked again. It's just a flash in a very short moment, the speed and timing are exactly the same, just like a person and his shadow in the mirror. The courtyard was filled with the sound of footsteps, and fallen leaves and dust rose and fell under their feet, as if wrapped in a turbulent current.

The two rushed close at the same time again, the old man was already manipulating the gun with one hand, the tip of the gun swept from below in a perfect half-arc, while the opponent's epee slashed down from the completely opposite direction. The tip of the gun and the blade of the sword collided and swung away from each other. The long spear seemed to be completely out of force, but the tail of the gun rotated along with the force of the swing. It took only an instant for the old man to change the direction of the handshake, and the short silver thorn at the end of the gun pierced out silently. . However, the recovery speed of the epee did not fall behind at all, and the opponent did not retreat this time, the continuous force slashed, and the moonlight reflected on the sword flashed strangely, no one could see how many sword lights he slashed out, those slashes The cutting was almost at the same time, from top, bottom, left, right, and top right, bottom right, top left, and bottom left, as if a steel chrysanthemum bloomed in front of him in an instant, and the old man stabbed slowly and erratically. It just stabbed the stamen of the chrysanthemum. The old man didn't dare to maintain this straight thrust, the spear trembled and changed, and struck a series of blows with the epee in all directions, and all the sounds of the blows sounded like a continuous long sound.

The two of them backed away again, each of them came to a stillness, and their breathing became heavy and rapid.

The old man was still short, his posture was the same as before the attack, as if he had never moved, and the opponent also stood upright, with the sword flickering coldly in front of him. The old man looked down at his feet, and the opponent's feet happened to step on the "sword circle" he had drawn earlier. The two looked at each other, and all they saw were quiet eyes, without the slightest nervousness, as if they were experts in a game of chess.

"We can all guess all the opponent's changes, which will wear out one of us," the old man whispered.

The opponent also nodded: "The circles you carved helped me a lot."

"The circle of the sword and the circle of the gun are not everything," the old man suddenly shook his wrist. The long gun was shot out, and the position where he held the gun moved to the end of the gun, and the point of the gun was on the ground. The old man's stature is even lower, with a slowly gathering strength "Do you want to use this gun? After so many years, only you can teach that child the fierce tiger and dragon slaying teeth that break all circles," the opponent seems to be in admiration.

He suddenly withdrew his sword, looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. At this time, his chest was full of flaws, but the old man's gun was still quietly fixed on the ground, and the old man just silently stared at the tip of the gun, without any intention of attacking. The guest lowered his head and looked at the old man. He separated his legs and slowly raised the epee with both hands. This was the first time he held a sword with both hands. The sword, which could be manipulated freely with one hand, suddenly seemed extremely heavy. When he raised the sword, the edge of the sword trembled uncomfortably, as if he was encouraging him to lift a big rock.

The sword was finally lifted to the top of the head, and suddenly stopped.

At this moment, the extremely sharp sound completely tore through the silence. The old man's silver gun jumped up, and there was a twisted dragon jumping on the silver gun shaft covered with birch bark, and time stopped for an instant. The old man roared, exhaling, causing his long white beard to explode, and an endless stream of power poured into the body of the gun. The restless dragon jumping on the gun suddenly broke free, pointed at the visitor's throat and stabbed out.

It is not a moment that human eyes can capture. The lingering sound of the cry is still in my ears, and everything has calmed down again. The distance between the old man and the visitor was only five feet, and the two looked at each other motionlessly. The old man's gun rested in front of the visitor's throat, only an inch away, while the visitor's long sword stopped in a chopping movement, and the edge of the sword was between the old man's eyebrows.

At the last moment, the two of them stopped the raging wave attack at the same time, as if time was frozen by the extreme cold on the spear and sword.

Cold sweat rolled down the sideburns of the two of them. Until then, they realized that without knowing each other, curiosity made them play a game of brushing against death together.

"The God of Beichen is in a desperate situation; if you don't move your mind, you will be extremely strong." The guest took a deep breath and recited this sentence in a low voice.

"The sword of Jingyue is in your hands... Is your teacher dead?" The old man withdrew his spear and stepped back.

"It was eight years ago."

The silver gunpoint fell to the ground, and the wind blew the old man's white hair. He silently looked at the starry sky and didn't speak for a long time.

"Nice to meet you, my child." He half knelt down, holding the spear in his right hand against his left shoulder, and tightly clutching his right wrist with his left hand. The glory of the God of North Star shines on each other's shoulders, we are proud of our dignity, we are proud of our bravery. The iron armor is still there."

"Still here!" The opponent knelt halfway in the exact same posture, "Dong Lu went to the Tang Dynasty, and the Wu Palace commanded Xi Yan. Please refer to His Royal Highness Yi Tianzhan, the lord of the Stark city-state."

The water in the earthen pot was refilled, and it boiled again. An ethereal tea fragrance filled the courtyard, and the two testers were already sitting side by side on the stone beside the crock. Xi Yan took off his epee, loosened his belt and opened the throat of his robe. The night wind poured in, and the damp heat from his body gradually faded away, making him feel better. He knew that his close-fitting clothes were soaked through, and the terrible circle-shattering thorn brought killing cold as if it was in his throat. The legendary No. Not a strong dragon.

Xi Yan took a sip of tea lightly, raised his eyebrows: "I heard that the camphor tea of ​​the Yu tribe is very famous, and I bought it from a merchant, but it doesn't have such a long aftertaste."

"That's because of the forests in Ningzhou. The land there is actually very barren and the color is light green. It takes more than ten years for a camphor tea tree to produce tea. It only takes one year to transplant a camphor tea tree in Donglu. Tea will be produced, but the taste will change." Yi Tianzhan sipped the tea carefully, then suddenly changed the topic, "How did your teacher die?"

Xi Yan stared at the clear tea and shook his head: "Mr. Yi must ask this question?"

Yi Tianzhan was silent for a while: "Did he die without the dignity of a warrior?"

"After Emperor Fengyan's Northern Expedition, how many Tianqu died with the dignity of a warrior?" Xi Yan smiled lightly, "Mr. Yi wants to listen, maybe in the future."

Yi Tianzhan nodded: "I went all the way south from Hanzhou, passed through four states, followed the address we left to visit my companions, but found nothing. If the family was not wiped out, the whole family had already moved. The rest, even Ji Yang's grandson, is now just a sheep chasing the glory of official career. Tigers have become sheep, how can I expect other people? Seeing your swordsmanship today really surprised me .”

Xi Yan turned the cup silently, without speaking.

"However, I have another mission to go south this time. Since General Xi is the first person in the Tang army, he should not be unaware," Yi Tianzhan suddenly turned his head to look at Xi Yan, his eyes slightly He narrowed his eyes, his eyes were sharp and menacing.

"Is it for the great suzerain's saber?" Xi Yan's voice was indifferent, as if he hadn't noticed the knife-like gaze at all.

"Yes! Cangyun Ancient Toothed Sword, it should still be in Nanhuai City, how much does General Xi know about it?"

Xi Yan sighed: "That is the sacred object of Tianqi, any member of the Tianqi warrior group will never be careless. It is a pity that when You Changji entered Nanhuai City, I was only Tianqi City A Jinwu guard in front of the palace of the Yulin Tianjun. Later, my military rank gradually increased, and I could consult more files, but I did not find any useful information from them. The last sentence of the file in Nanhuai City may be related to You Changji. The documents of Tingwei’s Mansion stated that ‘on the night of December 12th, thirty-two people were killed in a private fight in Minglong Station, all of whom were killed by chopping off their roofs’.”

"Splitting and killing the top?"

Xi Yan nodded slowly: "All of them died at the hands of one person. I found the author at that time. He said that there were no less than dozens of weapons broken on the spot, and all the dead were without exception. The one who died from the top was horrible. I think it is the masterpiece of Cangyun Ancient Tooth Sword. The sword is extremely heavy. The person who uses the sword must raise the sword and chop down. The opponent raised the weapon to block, but was defeated by the heavy sword weapon, and then split the head."

"There are no more clues after that?"

"No, You Changji seems to have disappeared from Nanhuai City since then, and there is no news about the pair of swords."

"Being able to cut off all the clues, making it impossible for you to check, you can't help but feel that you are in a trap."

"After so many years, Mr. Yi is still convinced that Cangyun Ancient Toothed Sword is still in Nanhuai City, did he get any news?"

Yi Tianzhan hesitated for a moment: "Didn't your teacher mention it to you? The sword itself is the seal of the secret technique."

"Dragon blood bone knot curse mark?" Xi Yan raised his eyebrows, "Is there really such a curse mark in the world?"

"The name is good, but you may not know how terrifying this curse seal is," Yi Tianzhan murmured, "When the Heluos raised this sword in the sun for the first time, they called it' Hell's Soul-eating Dragon Sword', legend has it that the dragon soul is sealed in it. It **** souls more ferociously than any soul-sealed weapon, and not everyone can hold its sword handle. And every inheritor Its people have made an oath at the rising dawn of Beichen, willing to protect the dignity of the sword with all their strength and blood, and You Changji is no exception. During the sword sacrifice ceremony, he cut his finger and let the blood seep into it. In that sword, I witnessed that scene with my own eyes. At that time, the moiré of the whole sword flowed like water waves. This is the countless souls sealed in the sword roaring and sucking blood, and they crazily hit the skeleton of the sword , but this is a weapon cast by the He Luo people with the "Star Burning Technique". It is like a cage that binds them, and they cannot rush out. Finally they calmed down, and the blood red on the sword faded, which showed that they accepted it. The new owner. When the owner of the sword dies, he can no longer guard his soul. At this time, he cannot resist the countless souls sucked by the sword, and will eventually be sealed in the sword. If there is no new heir, the sword hides The Dragon Blood Bone Knot Seal will wake up by itself. Such a powerful guardian can be compared with the Fengshan Longyeyin Formation in the secret path of the Yu Clan. If it is not its owner, let alone pick it up, even if you want to get close to this sword It's a delusion."

"So what happens when you get close to this sword?"

"The soul is pulled away in a hurry, but the body is not dead. People often become a walking corpse, even worse than death."

Ying Tianzhan refilled the cup with hot water: "How did you find this place?"

"Follow that child. The first time I saw Himeno, I knew that there must be another person who taught him the extremely fierce spear. His father did not have this ability. Before I saw him stab the spear , I don’t believe there is such an invincible assassination in the world.”

"Yes, he is really very talented. I never thought that he would stab out the city in just one night. If he passed the level of Burning River, it would be no problem to learn the heart wolf all the time. As for whether he can do so His great-grandfather learned how to destroy the dragon, it depends on his determination."

"The Dragon Destroyer Spear that was said to have stabbed a dragon to death?"

Yi Tianzhan nodded: "Actually, I haven't learned this spear either, and I haven't even seen it stabbed in Ji Yang's hand."

"However... even if he has the determination, is Mr. Yi willing to teach him the essence of the Extreme Spear?"

Yi Tianzhan suddenly focused on the action of drinking tea, and was silent for a moment: "Did you see us try hands?"

"Look, what Mr. Yi taught Ji Ye is not the real extreme spear. According to the legend, the so-called Burning River is far more powerful than the beginner's destroying the city, but Mr. Yi's drill just now is still just a change. Destroy the city with action."

"I can't hide it from the successor of the Sword of Jingyue," Yi Tianzhan put down his teacup and looked at the sky, "I regret these days, why did I show him the city-destroying demonstration that night on impulse. He is too talented , But I can't see through his heart. When I look into his eyes, sometimes I feel uneasy, unable to understand, as if blocked. A child, thirteen years old, looks at people with such eyes, which is chilling. I know his father treated him badly, but sometimes I want to ask him about his childhood, but he says he forgot, or doesn’t answer at all. I think there are some things he doesn’t want to say, and those things are scary when I think about them.”

"How can a child make the Cangming Eagle so uneasy?"

"Maybe I was raising a man-eating tiger. I made a mistake once, and I had to issue the killing order myself."

"Accepted the martial arts and finger pulling of Tianqi, if Ji Ye does not accept the belief of Tianqi, according to the rules of the organization, he will have his wrist cut off?"

"He really needs to repay everything that Tianxiu gave him. I don't let him come here often, because I don't want Cangyun Ancient Tooth Sword to be affected. Besides," Yi Tianzhan shook his head, "I don't want him to come here too often. I know if I really want to teach Fenhe to him."

Xi Yan was silent for a while, then smiled: "Then I will also do my best for Mr. Nanhuai City, if it is hot and humid, Mr. Yi should stay here for a while longer."