The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 543

The land of Lingnan is mountainous and rainy.

When the rain meets the mountain, it becomes a river, a spring, and a waterfall.

There is a curtain of waterfalls hanging on the south side of Medicine Valley.

It’s just that compared to other waterfalls that are surging and loud, or graceful and slender, this waterfall is neither hidden in the clouds and mist to pretend to be mysterious, nor is it as magnificent as the Nine Heavens Falling into the Milky Way. He didn't even have a name, let alone a reputation.

But no matter whether it is famous or not, and no matter how much rain there is, in the past few decades or even hundreds of years, the sound of splashing water in the south of Medicine Valley has never stopped.

Time could not erase it, nor could it break free from the shackles of time.

It doesn't need to worry, worry, or worry about yesterday, today, or tomorrow.

Just quietly watching the people coming and going, and the gathering and scattering of the situation.

Just like it has watched the ups and downs of Medicine Valley silently in the long river of time, indifferently pretending to be the bystander who is most familiar with Medicine Valley.

It is like this in the whole Medicine Valley, and it is also like what happened by the Qingtan.

It didn't pay attention to when there were two more people on the boulder on the other side of Qingtan, and when they disappeared.

I don't even care about the small movements near Qingtan these days.

In fact, the movement near Qingtan is not small.

From time to time, landslides and rocks cracked, mud splashed, and gravel flew horizontally.

Occasionally, thunder explodes from the water, and the waves break like knives.

At this moment, it was the two swords that created these movements.

Or two people.

Unlike Luopu who lives indifferently, they can't treat time as nothing, they can only constantly press themselves, use the present time to pursue the excellence of the future and make up for the regrets of the past.

Both are young men.

One was dressed in black with a white cloth tied around his arm.

The other was dressed in white with a black cloth over his eyes.

Both of them hold wooden swords, both from the same hand.

There are different ways to use the sword, and the energy carried by the sword body is completely different, but the sword intent in each move and style is so similar.

After several offensive and defensive transitions, the two sides opened a distance of several feet and separated on both sides of Qingtan.

With just one breath, the men in white attacked again.

He seems to be riding the wind and piercing the sky, but also seems to come riding on the waves, swinging the sword like drinking wine, with a heroic spirit.

The sword light came with Qi, and the true Qi was raging and violent, causing the pool of water to churn up into huge waves, like a stone wall rushing down on the man in black!

This is the swordsmanship of the master of the man in black, and the two have learned a lot from exchanging and exchanging their swordsmanship for several days.

This sword was brought out by the envoy of the man in white. It has the style of the man in black's predecessor in the past, and also vaguely shows the awe-inspiring power that he had on the terrace that day.

The man in black didn't have time to express too much emotion. Facing this extremely oppressive sword and wall, although he didn't have the courage to resist it, he would never sit still and wait for death.

When he felt the majestic inner breath emanating from the sword edge of the man in white, the man in black was ready to fight hard or retreat.

Almost at the same time as the wave wall slapped down, and the sword's edge followed, the black figure in the wave suddenly disappeared without a trace!

For others, there is no trace of the disappearance of the man in black or the horns of the antelope.

But the man in white, who is blind to things, can sense that the man in black has turned himself into a leaf, even in the strong wind or in the big waves, he can find a glimmer of life, escape with the opportunity, and retreat completely.

Chi Chi counting sounds, extremely soft, but extremely compact.

The white-clothed man who fell in the air couldn't stabilize his body, but he could tell that it was the sound of his toes hitting the water, and the black-clothed man's counterattack was coming!

The man in black seemed to emerge from the void behind the man in white, he drew his sword and drew back his sword in the blink of an eye, stabbing four times in a row!

Every sword is engulfed with the pure inner breath of the man in black, even a wooden sword is enough to pierce through stubborn rocks!

The four swords pierced the white-clothed man's four vital points respectively, and three of them stuck to the white-clothed man's clothes, hair, and face and pierced through the air!

The last sword was only an inch away from the back heart of the man in white, but it was just this inch, but it seemed that thousands of rivers and mountains were separated, and the sword's power had been exhausted, and there was no further progress.

The man in white cleverly got away from the four swords that the man in black unleashed like lightning, without hurting the strength of the wooden sword.

The man in white didn't turn around, let alone stagnate, he rushed to stab the sword with his back and elbows before the man in black drew his sword again.

This is the sword style of the master in black again, looking forward and backward, looking left and right, reckless when advancing, supporting all sides when retreating, attacking is full attack, and keeping the rules is the sword style of full defense.

People in white still seem to be handy when using it!

Ka Ka Ka, after a few muffled sounds of wooden swords hitting each other, the man in black found that the frequency of his sword strikes was always half a beat slower than that of the man in white. In order to take the move passively, if you don't back away, you may be caught by the opponent's back and break the defense. You can only burst out stronger internal strength to slow down the speed of the opponent's sword, and retreat.

However, how can the man in white who has completely controlled the situation of the battle miss this step?

The man in black flew back only a foot away, but the man in white had already turned around, raised his sword and stabbed after him!

Compared with the man in black, the men in white retreated faster than the men in black, and they locked the whereabouts of the man in black, making it impossible for him to dodge.

The man in black had to mobilize his inner breath to stop him with his sword.

There is not much difference in age between the two, but the difference in internal strength is not small, it's just that the man in white has no intention of relying on internal strength to overwhelm others, and only used [-]% of his strength to compete with the opponent from the beginning to the end, but when the vertical and horizontal swords intersect, there is no way to avoid it The man in black, who was avoiding him, only felt that the momentum of the sword was overwhelming, like a huge boulder was pressing on his chest, and he couldn't breathe.

Click!

The wooden sword that stood in front of the two swords finally could not bear the unbearable weight of his life, and broke tragically!

Or the army was defeated like a mountain, and at the same time as the sword was broken, one of the men in black stepped back and fell backwards!

The man in white was still in the process of castration, and it was hard to take back the sword. In this situation, he had no choice but to turn the sword sharply and go towards the empty space.

A few strands of hair failed to escape from the aftermath of the sword, and fluttered desolately from the head of the man in black.

At the same time, the man in black landed on his buttocks, and let out a soft hiss.

Presumably, the sharpness of the edges and corners of the crushed stones is not inferior to the sharpness of the knife edge.

The man in white stretched out his left hand to the man in black who was lying on the ground, and said, "Again?"

The man in black was not in a hurry to pull the man in white's hand, he leaned on his side with one hand on the ground, rubbed his aggrieved buttocks with the other hand, curled his lips and said, "I can't do it, fighting with you is really useless sword, but it's useless It's a wooden sword, otherwise there really wouldn't be so many swords here."

The two of them have gotten to know each other a lot in the past few days, and their words are naturally less polite.

The person in white said, it's not because he has the foresight.

With a smile on his face, he said, "Then I'll cut another one for you right away."

The man in black muttered, "My pants are all torn."

The man in white stopped insisting, and said, "Oh, let's stop here for today."

The man in black clasped the hands of the man in white and stood up, then walked towards the bamboo forest together.

The white-clothed man couldn't see, nor could he notice, that the black-clothed man's empty hands were slightly clenched.

The man in black knew that the man in white didn't take advantage of him by relying on his cultivation skills, but he couldn't help but regret that he didn't work hard to make the skills taught by his master solid and reliable; Able to learn and use, but he is only a glimpse of the doorway; anxious about the changing situation in the arena, obviously it will not leave him too much time to become stronger.

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Ten days ago.

A person holding a sword leaves Medicine Valley alone and returns to the world of mortals to seek and explore his own sword intent.

A gradually thinning figure always stepped out of the house and ran along the all-round roads in the valley before the white belly appeared on the horizon. When the morning light dotted the tops of the bamboo forests in the south, it did not enter it.

Chu Shangu was sent away by Jiang Yichen.

Zifeng and Jiang Yichen began to ask each other about swordsmanship.

Jiang Yichen also sent off Yuntianguan and his party.

The six masters, uncles and nephews went down the mountain together, but two people were missing when they returned.

Although it is unpredictable in the rivers and lakes, once the matter involves life and death, the sadness and self-righteousness can be easily diluted and erased.

The four left three days ago.

In the previous seven days, Jiang Yichen cared about Xi Weiyu a lot, but he could clearly feel the other party's forced smile.

The younger brother who experienced the rivers and lakes with her died.

The younger junior sister who had been with her day and night for nearly 20 years died.

Compared with the little witch in Cangwu Mountain who gradually changed her mind, Xi Weiyu who had learned to pour more emotion into those around her, her heart was undoubtedly more traumatized.

Apart from reluctantly responding to Jiang Yichen's concern, most of the time Xi Weiyu followed the four old Qi and Huang Su in the Valley of Medicine to learn from Yao Lao and his disciples and grandchildren, and exchanged ideas, and occasionally brought up a point or two. Interested to go to the pool to play the piano, watching junior brother Yun Jing and eighth master uncle Qi Huangwu compete with Jiang Yichen and Zifeng in swordsmanship.

After the four people from Yuntianguan left, there were only six people in the pedestrians who came to Medicine Valley from Ningtai Terrace except Jiang and Zi.

Yao Lao formulated a treatment method for Niulang's condition, and assigned Gu Zhong's disciples to be responsible for his early pharmacological recuperation.

Where Cowherd was, Weaver Girl was accompanying him, and the two of them cooperated with Yaogu's actions and kept a low profile enough.

Low-key enough to make the whole Jianghu completely forget about their existence in the future.

Also hoping to be temporarily forgotten by the rivers and lakes is Niu Kelian who made waves for a while.

With the two-pronged approach of Medicine Valley's good medicine and Xiaohua's careful care, Niu Kelian can move freely within three days, but after all, he is no longer the young and strong body he used to be, and his bones need to be nourished for some time.

In comparison, Ning Kuang, who was still young and strong, was extremely fortunate to keep his left arm under the medical skills of medicine and rejuvenation.

Also therefore also be restricted activity area and activity capacity.

Most of the time Ning Kuang is looked after by Fei Piao.

However, every day, Fei Piao would take the three jars of wine he got from somewhere to stay in front of the graves of Xiao Yan'er and Mu Shang.

I don't know if she went to chat with them, or if she just wanted to stay there, anyway, she would finish the three jars of wine and come back after more than half an hour.

During this time, Xiao Hua and Niu Kelian helped take care of Ning Kuang.

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Falling waterfalls rush, time passes in ignorance.

And in this increasingly chaotic world, it seems that everyone is slowly seeing clearly the most precious thing in their hearts, and thinking about how to protect it.

(End of this chapter)