Chapter 4: Broken tide (large

"You can see the confrontation between Tianxia Jianxiu and Xijianchi disciples soon." Li Baoping looked forward to it.
As soon as the words fell, a figure flew out of the river and landed in front of one of the two middle-term Jindan disciples in Xijianchi.
"Zexia is a disciple of the Jinghong Sect, Ling Xin, not talented, dare to ask fellow Daoists for advice." Ling Xin put his posture very low.
"Xianjianchi, Jun Xiuyuan." The disciple of Xijianchi he had chosen replied.
The two sword repairmen are both of the foreign sword genre. The next moment is to stand up to fight, the sword light is dazzling for a while, and the sword energy is flying.
Li Baoping was full of interest in watching the tide building, and he screamed at the wonderful places from time to time. Even Li Zhanxiang, who pretended to be cold, was immersed in it.
Lu Qingshan felt a bit boring.
After all, these two Golden Core Swordsmen did not even comprehend the sword intent, and in his eyes there were no bright spots, and they were not as attractive as the snacks on the table.
Jiang Shang's two swords corrected the battle to the heart.
In the end, it was from Xijianchi Jun Xiuyuan, one sword point to the flaw that Ling Xin revealed, and he easily won.
After that, this sword-washing event has kicked off.
Immediately, six or seven Jian Xiu jumped out to challenge the disciples of Xijianchi.
For a time, the sword light shone on the vast Fengling River, and the sound of swords burst.
The battle between sword repairs is like lightning and flint, which changes rapidly, and has always been highly admirable. It is often within a breath to tell the victory or defeat, which makes Li Baoping feel addicted.
Of course, so far, the Xijianchi disciples have maintained a record of victory.
After all, the purpose of setting up this sword washing event in Xijianchi is to promote one's own reputation, and the selected disciples are naturally the elite of the door.
Moreover, the difference in strength between the disciples who came from the big sect and the ordinary monks was extremely large.
Therefore, it is not surprising that Xijianchi disciples maintain a complete victory.
Lu Qingshan occasionally raised his head and looked into the distance. A white line was faintly visible in the distance.
The Fengling River tide is approaching.
The fourteen disciples in Xijianchi have had at least one round of battles.
Only the Bilang Sword Qianliu has been hanging his arms over the river, and no one will challenge him.
Most people still have self-knowledge.
The sword repairmen who can be on the yellow list are no longer a class for them.
To challenge? That is self-infuriating, it is not necessary.
"Although I can't win, but at least let me challenge myself." Li Baoping could not help but feel a little anxious when he saw the tide of the wind tomb.
As the tide receded, this sword-washing event also came to an end.
The girl couldn't help muttering in her mouth: "Come on, a good guy...otherwise no one has ever challenged the Bilangjian? Wouldn't I be able to see him make a sword this time? Blood loss..."
at this time!
An elderly swordsman with a withered face, the sword rose up, and suddenly hovered in front of the Bilangjian Qianliu who had been unattended.
"Qinshan Qin Family? Qin He? Please also Bilangjian for advice."
"Yeah! It's finally here!" The girl Li Baoping waved her small fist in excitement, without Lu Qingshan asking? She was already chattering with Lu Qingshan on her own initiative.
"Baizhou Duojianxiu family? Qinshan Qin family and our Baima Li family belong to the same level of existence.
This Qin He is the Patriarch of the Qin Family? A seven- or eight-hundred-year-old Yuan Ying, who is not ashamed of it, challenging the Bilangjian who is younger than his son.
But fortunately, he doesn't know how to be ashamed, otherwise I won't see Bilangjian's hand broken this time! "
Li Baoping is complaining over here? The fighting over there has already begun.
Qin He also specializes in cultivating the sword of the outer sword? He stepped forward and stabbed with a sword, the sword light dazzling, and his own changes? A heavy power rushed towards his face.
This is his sword intent on the giant mountain, a mid-level artistic conception.
The sword came out like a huge mountain, and the momentum was extremely sinking.
This sword is extremely heavy.
The Blue Wave Sword Qianliu was clumsy? The Liuxue Sword had already appeared in his hand.
The sword body was cold like snow? Qin He couldn't help but shudder.
Faced with a sword attacked by Qin He? Qianliu just moved Liuxue forward a little bit and let it out casually.
Wow!
The sound of a wave came out of the sword.
All those who saw this sword felt that countless rivers appeared in this sword, and the river swept into waves, heading towards Qin He's sword.
Qin He gritted his teeth and cut it down, trying to break Qianliu's sword with a giant mountain.
boom!
The storm beats the rocks.
Qin He's huge mountain was not crushed by the waves, his face suddenly showed joy, and he was about to take advantage of the situation to pursue it.
Unexpectedly, the next moment is a sudden change in the situation.
Another wave of higher and more fierce waves rose up, sweeping towards Qin He again.
"The sword produces nine waves, and one wave is stronger than one wave," Li Baoping said excitedly: "This is the famous sword style of the Blue Wave Sword. There are a total of nine strengths in a sword, which is as long as water. The wrestler, I don't know if this old man is not ashamed, he can hold back several waves."
Lu Qingshan's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the battle on the river quietly.
boom! boom! boom! boom!
There were four more violent bangs.
In the next instant, all the waves of the river passed away, and the tip of the snowy sword in Qianliu's hand had already stopped at Qin He's abdomen.
Before everyone could react, Qin He in the late Yuan Ying had already lost the battle.
This seven- to eight-hundred-year-old sword repairman, before Qianliu, the new generation sword repairman, lost his temper.
"Certain." Bilangjian said gently.
"Bi Lang Sword is really strong, I am ashamed." Qin He was dumbfounded for a moment, convinced sincerely.
"Your sword is as powerful as a mountain and heavy, but because of this, it lacks the meaning of agility. If you can absorb some of the length of the water, you will definitely get better." Bilangjian Qianliu suddenly pointed.
Qin He was startled when he heard the words. He closed his eyes slightly, seeming to realize something. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Thank you for your guidance."
"No, it's nothing more than a hand, isn't that why I set up this sword washing event on the Fengling River in the Sword Washing Pool? I use my sword to meet friends and help the world." Bilangjian said calmly.
It seems that this remark touched Qin He. He thought for a while, and suddenly he said loudly: "Xianjianchi has a heart for the sword repair of the world. It is really righteous. Today I feel it, even if it is a big deal. I have to say a few words."
"Although Jianzong is strong, the threshold is as high as the sky, and there are very few people who can enter the door.
Therefore, no matter how strong it is, it can only be a strong one, and it is meaningless to cultivate in the world.
Don't you see the Eastern Region because the sword sect's light is too strong, the other small and medium sword repair schools have not many inheritance.
But Xijianchi is different. Xijianchi recruits disciples from all over the world, with the purpose of strengthening the sword repair of the world. His vision is by no means limited to one discipline, and never squeezes the rest of the sword repair schools.
In addition, he is willing to send his disciples to hold a sword washing conference on the Fengling River, so that all aspiring young sword repairers can communicate with each other. Therefore, the Western Regions have become the domain of the sword repair school.
Compared with Jianzong, this sword washing pond is not inferior in other respects except for the sword immortal who carries the ding. It can even be said to be worse.
Let me say that the true leader leading the development of kendo is not the Eastern Sword Sect, but the Western Swordsman.
As long as there is a Sword Immortal from the Washing Sword Pond, it will definitely replace this Eastern Sword Sect and become the world's number one sword repair sect! "Qin He uttered a loud voice, determined to be extremely divided.
A stone caused a thousand waves of waves, and there was an uproar among the monks watching the "tide", and there was a lot of discussion.
The prestige and status of Jianzong have long been ingrained in the hearts of Jianxiu in the world.
What Qin He said was undoubtedly challenging authority.
But after a little thought, I have to say that there seems to be some truth in it.
...
Watching the tide building.
Lu Qingshan was already narrowing his narrow eyes, looking at the Qin Family Patriarch who thought he was inferior in front of the Bilangjian, but talked about Xijianchi and praised in every possible way.
Very poor acting skills.
How could a family leader be sent because of the little meaningless instructions of Bi Lang Jian, so there is no feeling of the city?
At this moment, how could he still not understand that this old dragon sword repairer was actually a caregiver from the Sword Pond.
The main purpose is to use the words of others to say, "Except for the missing Sword Immortal, the Washing Sword Pool is already on par with the Sword Sect in other respects, or even surpasses it." The remarks.
The creation of this momentum has subtly influenced Tianxia Jianxiu's view of Xijianchi.
If this is said by the person who washes the sword, it would be a bit of a prince selling melons, self-selling and boasting, the effect is not great, and it is even suspected of directly provoking the Sword Sect.
But if this was said by a sword repairman who had nothing to do with Xijianchi, in such a willingly and sincerely convincing situation, it would be like this Qin He was subdued by Xijianchi, indirectly confirming the elegance of Xijianchi again.
It's really wonderful.
Lu Qingshan sighed with emotion.
Put this in his world, it's just a celebrity public relations technique that is too vulgar.
Everyone has long looked bad and can't deceive many people.
But in this world, it is still quite novel, and looking at the effect, it seems to be pretty good.
Who could have imagined that a sword repairer who has always acted at random and willful, could even be able to play this kind of flower intestines?
just......
Lu Qingshan smiled in his heart.
Don't let him see it.
Now that I have seen it... someone belittles his own sect to raise the sword washing pond like this. As a disciple of the sword sect, it is too unreasonable to be indifferent.
"Li Baoping." Lu Qingshan put down his chopsticks and looked at the slowly advancing tide.
"Huh? What's the matter?" The girl Li Baoping was called to her name, turned her head, and asked in confusion.
"I think it won't take long for your wish to come true," Lu Qingshan looked at the girl's lovable face, and laughed softly: "At that time, you can tell others that you are not only talking to the monks on the yellow list. And even invited him to dinner."
"What do you mean?" Li Baoping couldn't react, yet he didn't understand what Lu Qingshan's sudden remark meant.
Then, she discovered that the great Taoist fellow who had been with them all the way suddenly stood up and turned into a streamer, actually shooting towards the forward Fengling River tide. go with.
That Fengling will be a ray of tide at this time, as fast as thunder, coming surgingly, pushing the distance step by step.
Thunder gathers on the sea, and Jiangxin waterfall is horizontal.
Under the rising tide of the mighty tide, the heaven and the earth are clouded, and those with low cultivation bases can't see through the thick water vapor even if their spiritual power is transported to the eyes.
Only the blue shirt sword repair in the washing sword pool, standing high above the tide, stood by the sword.
The vigorous and heroic posture has attracted countless female sisters.
Jian Xiu, is the most romantic monk, since ancient times, has always been the most affectionate for women.
.........
The tide is surging and mighty, like a tall snow-white city wall.
Like a dragon fighting, running like rain and hail.
Splashes of water splashed like large beads and small beads falling on the jade plate, noisy and hissing.
The waves are magnificent, and people can't help but open their minds.
"Sword Sect Lu Qingshan, dare to ask Xijianchi Bilangjian for advice."
In the sound of the rolling tide, everyone heard such a loud sound from the river bank.
Jianzong...? !
Is it the sword sect of the Eastern Region? !
If yes, how could it appear in the Western Regions? !
Countless trendy visitors brought their attention together.
I saw a figure, starting from the attic by the river, and blasting towards the blue sword Qianliu above the tide.
First, a blazing red sword light came out, straight into the billowing wave.
Then there were thousands of swordsmanship gossips, and a great deal of water flew out, directing the entire Fengling River to make a sensation.
Finally, it was the figure that appeared above the tide, holding a magnificent sword in his hand.
"Lu Qingshan?" Bi Lang Jian Qianliu watched the figure appearing in front of him warily, "Sword Sect?"
"Exactly, since Xijianchi is here to open the sword cleaning event, wouldn't it be forbidden to participate in Jianzong disciples?" Lu Qingshan asked.
"Naturally not." Qianliu wouldn't let his own sect be inferior to Jianzong.
"That's good, I'm just a small sword repairman in the early stage of Jianzong Yiyuanying," Lu Qingshan nodded and said softly: "Today, please Xijianchi Bilangjian to pick up my three swords."
The voice fell off.
Secret sword · Zhentian.
Lu Qingshan said in his heart.
Zhentian is one of the three sword immortals in the world, he created the supreme secret sword technique by himself.
After he advanced to the Nascent Soul, he was finally able to cut out the complete three swords.
Complete three swords with five times the power.
Above the dragon bird's sword body, there was suddenly a cloud of sword energy condensing and boiling.
With a five-fold increase in power, even the sword qi is like an ant on a hot pot, unable to stand it any longer, rising up, violent with fierce intentions.
"Killing, and penetrating..." Lu Qingshan muttered.
The Secret Sword of Zhentian cannot be superimposed with other sword styles, but there is no limit to the sword intent.
The killing sword intent for killing and the death penetrating sword intent for attacking were instantly attached to the sword.
Lu Qingshan had no reservations about the first sword he slashed out after entering Yuan Ying.
The power of evolution of the true meaning of immortality acts on the sword intent of dying piercing.
The dazzling cold light flashed suddenly, bursting from the dragonfinch, and followed the dragonfinch all the way forward with a deafening roar.
The crowd watching the crowd saw that Jun Yi Jianxiu who claimed to be Lu Qingshan swung three swords one after another in full view.
The first sword, its power is infinite, its brilliance is sharp, contains a thousand or two hundred sword aura, it looks like a Tianhe hanging upside down.
The third-ranked sword repair genius of the young generation in Xijianchi, handed out a peak of one sword and nine waves.
The sword contains nine strengths, the artistic conception of water merges with the sword of killing, and waves suddenly burst out, one wave is stronger than the other, and under the addition of nine, there is no resistance.
Sword Qi Yousi suddenly confronted the nine-fold waves, and the aroused sword tide was even more turbulent than the Fengling River tide.
In the blink of an eye, the two had already touched thousands of times.
boom!
The Guangling River boomed.
Sword Qi disappeared suddenly.
The first sword between Lu Qingshan and Qianliu ended in a draw.
However, Qianliu's face at this time was already somewhat pale.
Lu Qingshan still looked as usual.
Then, Lu Qingshan swung Zhentian's second sword.
咚咚咚咚咚咚咚咚!
Like a war.
Like a giant punching, Qianliu's heart was shocked.
He gritted his teeth and drank from his mouth, "Secret Sword·Thousands of Snow!"
The rocks pierced through the sky, the stormy waves hit the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.
This is a secret sword in his grasp.
When the nine waves came out again, a turbulent wave was transformed into a stormy wave, like a bright moon on the river, pouring out to meet the sword of Lu Qingshan.
The second sword of the sky in the town of Lu Qingshan confronts the secret sword of Qianliu·Thousand Pile of Snow.
Between the confrontation between the two, the sword light and sword energy continued to rush out, swallowing each other and disintegrating. In the blink of an eye, I just don't know how many fierce confrontations have occurred.
boom!
There was another explosion.
The drums of war died down, and a thousand piles of snow passed away.
In the sight of the tide-watchers, the tide of the Fengling River and the two on the tide head were all over the eyes.
This second face-to-face confrontation, the two once again drew a tie.
However, this... is not over yet.
Finally, Lu Qingshan cut out with the third sword.
The Bi Lang Sword Qianliu, who was already poor in skills, could only resist with a sword.
hide?
It's not that he can't hide, but under such a crowd's attention, if he hides, where is the reputation of the sword washing pond? Isn't this Fenglingjiang sword washing event just a joke?
Therefore, for the reputation of the sect, he must do his best to block this sword frontally, even if he suffers serious injuries, he must stop it!
However, he overestimated himself and underestimated Lu Qingshan.
With only one point left in one breath, how could he stop the Heaven-Skinning Sword that he could stop with his best efforts.
This time, the balance broke instantly.
Lu Qingshan's sword light destroyed the waves that Qianliu had chopped out like a rotten sword, and went straight towards Qianliu, who was already bloodless.
"My life is over?" This thought suddenly flashed through Qianliu's mind.
He couldn't believe that he was going to be here, and he had been regarded as just a game by himself, and the Fenglingjiang Sword Washing Conference fell off his body.
The viewers are also staring.
Sword Sect disciple, is actually going to kill the Xijianchi disciple in full view?
If this happens, it is conceivable that the Western Regions will cause a storm.
Lu Qingshan looked at Qianliu's pale and desperate face, smiled lightly, and immediately turned the sword in his hand.
If you are undecided, you just draw your sword and kill it directly, it is a brain problem, not a sword repair.
What Jian Xiu has never moved forward is Dao Xin, not his way of dealing with others.
Shengbilangjian was already earning face for Jianzong.
Killed Qianliu? That's something a fool would do.
It's just that the sky is out, so powerful a sword, even he can't take it back, Lu Qingshan can only turn the sword's edge and attack others.
But on the Guangling River, who can block his all-out sword?
Therefore, Lu Qingshan turned to attack the Fengling River tide at his feet.
On this day, on both sides of the bustling Fengling River, all the tourists who watched the tide saw an unforgettable scene in their lives.
The two tidal waves that crossed and hugged Zhengda peak stopped abruptly at the peak.
They were cut straight by a sword.
It's like a supernatural skill.
The water droplets that are like large beads and small beads are empty, and the water vapor evaporates in the same way.
Only the peaceful Fengling River is left.
Everything disappeared, and the tide seemed to never existed.
Like thunder, like hail and the sound of tidal water, it also dispersed and disappeared.
The tide-watchers were dumbfounded, and the world fell silent for a while.
Quietly silent.
Bilangjian Qianliu hovered in the air with a dull face, not knowing what he was thinking.
A group of spiritual power flicked across, taking away the twenty spiritual crystals hanging high in the air.
Between the heaven and the earth, only the light of Lu Qingshan's fading away, and his last hearty laugh, "Xianjianchi these twenty spirit crystals, Lu Mou is disrespectful."
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Lu Qingshan ~EbookFREE.me~ a sword broke the tide of the Lingjiang River.
Also broke the sword of washing the sword pool "Tide"
Can be called outstanding elegance.
Li Baoping, a young girl who had just joined the world, was sitting on the tide-watching building, staring at the figure that was gradually disappearing above the Guangling River. Her thoughts were like carps rushing to eat in a pond.
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After a long time, she couldn't help but wonder: "Everything is going..."
That figure, she felt that she might not forget it in this life...
Li Zhanxiang glanced at Li Baoping, whose eyes were full of little stars, and unconsciously sighed for his sister in his heart.
My father said that when I was young, it was a kind of luck to meet someone who was too amazing...and also a kind of misfortune.
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