In the empty martial arts training ground, Lin Qingyang held a sword and faced off with "Jiuchen" in silence.
Su Jingui and Li Tian took advantage of the opportunity and hurried forward to help the injured Jian Hong to a safe area on the edge.
Su Jingui looked at the two people in the field and asked doubtfully, "He... can he still use the sword now?"
Everyone has heard that Lin Qingyang was seriously injured five years ago and his cultivation was completely disabled. If it is true that he has not used the sword for five years, how will he fight Jiuchen?
Li Tian also frowned and stared straight ahead. "Who knows!"
Jian Hong covered his shoulder that was still bleeding and looked at Lin Qingyang with a complicated expression.
I saw Lin Qingyang holding the sword with one hand, slowly brushing the blade of the sword with his two fingers, and then swung the sword horizontally in front of his eyes, which was the most orthodox starting position of the Jiuxiao Sect. The eyes in the shadow of the sword were slightly raised, sharp and deep, and the edge was revealed. The previous careless and lazy look was gone, replaced by the fierce aura belonging to the glorious swordsman of the past.
"Jiuchen" on the opposite side seemed to sense something, his eyes were locked on Lin Qingyang, and murderous intent suddenly filled his eyes. Then he saw him holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, the sword standing in front of him, the tip of the sword pointed straight at the sky.
He was staring at the sword in front of him, as if he was accumulating strength. Even in this space where spiritual power was forbidden, that pure and supreme sword intention suddenly whipped up a gust of cold wind around him! The strong wind blew their clothes and clothes flying, their hair danced wildly, and the air was filled with a suffocating chill.
"This... what kind of big move are you holding back?" Su Jingui felt nervous looking at the formation.
Jian Hong's breathing was a little rapid, and he even forgot about the pain on his body. His eyes widened and he said in an excited voice, "This... this is Jiuchen Xianzun's unique move that shocked the world at that time - Zhutian! I didn't expect that I would be able to witness the start of this sword in my lifetime! What a pity! We don't have spiritual power here, so we can't see the true power of this move!"
Su Jingui rolled his eyes hugely and couldn't help but complain, "Pull him down! Now that he has no spiritual power, Lin Qingyang doesn't even know if he can handle it!"
Hearing this, Jian Hong realized the situation in front of him and frowned again and looked at Lin Qingyang.
At this moment, "Jiuchen" had a sharp look in his eyes, he raised his long sword, and with his hands wrapped with a mighty force, he suddenly soared into the air, with a sharp roar that ripped through the air, and he was about to strike down at Lin Qingyang!
At this critical moment, a tall black figure jumped up behind "Jiuchen".
Cang Mo was seen wielding a thick fine iron mace covered with pitch black spikes in both hands, using all his strength, he hit the back of the statue that was posing in the air hard!
"Clang--!!!"
A dull and rough loud noise instantly tore apart the solemn atmosphere in the martial arts training ground.
I saw the majestic "Jiuchen" statue. It didn't even have time to make a sound. Its head was like a low-quality watermelon exploded by a hammer, and it instantly exploded into wood slag and debris flying in the sky!
The legendary "Slaying the Sky" sword that destroyed the world came to an abrupt end, and half of the dead wood and the wooden sword in his hand fell to Lin Qingyang's feet with a "clack". Immediately afterwards, the body that had lost the support of the sword quickly lost its camouflage color and turned back into dark brown wood. It fell to the ground with a "bang", raising a cloud of dust.
In the flying dust, Cang Mo held the terrifying mace, still maintaining the posture of swinging it, and said "tsk" disdainfully. "It's so fancy, I won't cut it for a long time!"
"Scared me to death!" Lin Qingyang exhaled without any image, slammed the sword on the ground, and shook his hand that was numb from the shock just now, but he still had the demeanor of a peerless master.
The three people standing on the edge were obviously stunned by this sudden violent turn. Only then did they realize that Lin Qingyang had just put on a pose just to attract the attention of "Jiuchen" so that Cang Mo could wait for an opportunity to attack.
"No wonder they are so happy with each other, they are so happy together!" Su Jingui sighed.
The pilgrim-like excitement on Jian Hong's face didn't have time to fade away before it stiffened into a comical sluggishness. His face turned from white to red, and then from red to purple. Finally, with trembling fingers, he pointed at Cang Mo, who was holding the mace, and said sadly, "You... you are such a reckless man! How can you sneak attack from behind!"
Cang Mo frowned and looked at him, then looked at Lin Qingyang with a complicated expression. His disgusted eyes clearly asked: Is this old man mentally ill?
Lin Qingyang looked helpless, but nodded to him with absolute certainty.
Jian Hong looked at the head of the statue that was shattered into pieces of wood, and stared at Lin Qingyang with a crazy expression. "He is the founder of your Jiuxiao Sect! How can you... how can you tolerate such disrespectful behavior!"
"My ancestor has been dead for five hundred years, and this is just a piece of wood." Lin Qingyang shrugged nonchalantly, walked forward and handed the sword back.
Jian Hong stared at him speechless for a long time, and finally took the sword in silence, with an expression as if his lifelong belief in kendo was crumbling at this moment.
Li Tian on the side looked at the mess on the ground with a look of pain on his face. "This is the most proud work of our ancestors..."
Lin Qingyang said angrily, "If your ancestors could do less manual work, we would have gone out by now!"
Li Tian: "..."
When Su Jingui saw this, he quickly ran out to smooth things over. "Now that the biggest trouble has been solved, let's hurry to the formation! I really can't stay in this damn place for a moment!"
When the formation eye was mentioned, everyone's expressions became serious again.
Li Tian frowned and pointed forward. "The formation eye is right there."
Everyone looked along and saw a large lake not far ahead, and a small white building could be vaguely seen in the center of the lake. From a distance, the elegant buildings on the blue waves in the mist were a peaceful and quiet scene. But everyone's expressions were very solemn, because everyone knew that there must be some sinister murderous intention hidden in this seemingly peaceful scene.
Before entering, several people went to the weapon rack next to them to pick out weapons. Li Tian found a pair of crossbow arrows. Su Jingui tried for a long time, and finally picked up a copper shield from the ground to protect his chest. Lin Qingyang casually touched a short sword. With the sword fastened at his waist, Cang Mo glanced at the ordinary soldiers with disdain, and finally carried the terrifying fine iron mace. His other hand naturally held Lin Qingyang tightly, while Jian Hong still held his long sword.
The five of them each held their weapons and walked out of the martial arts training ground towards the lake.
The messy martial arts training ground returned to deathly silence. A breeze blew by, and among the broken trees, a ray of white light quietly overflowed. It was the supreme sword intention that had been sealed for five hundred years. After losing the restraint of the sacred tree body, it turned into a stream of light and floated to the sky.