Chapter 2175: The Heavenly Sword fights against the Evil King, and fellow sects join forces

In the south of Lingnan, Songjia Mountain City is located at the confluence of Yushui River, facing water on three sides and majestic mountains. The stone city is built from the mountainside and follows the mountains. The main buildings are located on the large flat land opened up by the mountains. On the top, the situation is dangerous, with the spirit of a man in charge. The mountains and plains near Junlin, facing Yulin County in the distance, symbolize the power that dominates the safety of the entire Lingnan District.

Dozens of large warehouses and hundreds of large and small docks have also been built along the Yu River. The docks are full of large and small ships, and there is constant traffic on the river. The prosperous momentum makes him feel very spectacular. The mountains are lingering. , Yushui circulates, and it is rugged and dangerous. Even if there are tens of thousands of elite soldiers, it may be difficult to use them.

The Songjia Mountain City spent countless manpower and material resources, and it took three generations and more than a hundred years to build it to its current scale. The city has a long-term reserve of food for more than a year, and there is spring water, which is sweet and delicious, and making tea is a must-have. The mountain city The construction was mainly due to its uniqueness and danger, but without the wealth of Yulin County, the entire mountain city would only have a majestic appearance. Now it can complement each other, and with the advantages of water and land transportation, it can reach the whole country.

If a person is on the mountain road to climb the city, whenever he reaches a dangerous point on the cliff, he will feel as if he is suspended in the air, with the river flowing below, and the wonders are endless. The appearance and interior of Songjia Mountain City will give people two completely different feelings. If the former reminds people of Attacking, defending and killing, the latter will only remind people of Ning Yi and peace.

There are hundreds of houses distributed in the city, connected by more than ten orderly bluestone-paved avenues. The most distinctive feature is that it rises layer by layer along the mountain. Each level is connected by stone steps and slopes. It is convenient for residents to drop off their cars immediately.

Trees and flowers are planted all along the road, and spring water from the mountain is introduced to form streams, which are interspersed in the garden residences, forming small bridges, flowing water, ponds and pavilions and other endless beautiful scenery. The space is spacious and comfortable, and it has the scenery of Jiangnan gardens. When you are in it, you feel like you are in a garden. In a large garden on a mountain.

The main building complex is gathered on a large platform about two miles around the ninth floor. The buildings are majestic and elegant. They are made of wood and stone. From the eaves to the flower windows, the decoration is meticulous, creating a southern atmosphere. The majestic cultural atmosphere makes people feel the Song Dynasty's important position in the south. There is a courtyard at the top of the mountain city, which is Song Que's retreat, Mo Dao Hall.

Song Que opened his tiger eyes, and there were thousands of knife shadows shining in his eyes. They were sharp and cut down everything in the world. With a solemn expression, he stood up, holding the thick-backed knife in his hand, and walked out step by step. Song Que had been there for many years. He hasn't stepped out of the sharpening hall anymore. Today is the day he comes out again. Something big must have happened that requires him to take action.

Song Que stepped out of the courtyard. Under the bright sunshine, a handsome face without any flaws appeared. Under his thick and clear eyebrows, there was a pair of eyes that were as bright and bright as gems. They were broad and bright. His forehead shows wisdom beyond ordinary people, and his silence has a melancholy expression that can impress anyone, but it also makes people feel that the emotion is deep and elusive.

The man in front was wearing a black brocade robe. He was handsome, with a bit of coldness, and his eyes were extremely indifferent. Even though he was running for his life and in a state of embarrassment, there was still no fluctuation. He was like a dry well, and his mind was dead.

"Brother, that child Yuhua was wronged. She married Xie Wenlong of Duzunbao for the sake of our Song family. Now the shadow assassin Yang Xuyan actually assassinated Xie Wenlong, making Yuhua a widow at a young age. The Demon Sect really has no way to control it.

We, the Song family, take it seriously! This matter cannot be let go just like this!"

Xie Hui stood with his hands behind his back and looked at Hou Xibai, who was dressed in white robe, seven feet tall and extremely handsome. He couldn't help but feel a flash of surprise. This was the first time he had seen a man who was more handsome than Song Que.

As soon as this news came out, Xie Hui of Duzun Fort finally couldn't restrain the hatred in his heart and used all his strength to chase down the shadow assassin Yang Xuyan. Yang Xuyan fled all the way and was in a state of embarrassment.

Shi Zhixuan was not weak at all. His right hand stretched out from behind, turning into finger shadows all over the sky, cutting through the void, condensing into one, stabbing forward, using his left hand as a palm, and swung out frequently, dozens of circular aura rings formed,

It was put on the hand and wrist, and it hit the sword shadows all over the sky. There were bursts of explosive sounds in the air, and the roar was endless, like a thunderous thunder, shaking the mountains and forests.

As the force of the sword changed, so did his footwork. Even Shi Zhixuan couldn't predict which angle he would attack from in the end.

"Please also ask Lord Song to turn around and return to the Song Family Mountain City!"

The person who could make Song Que feel like he was facing a formidable enemy was certainly not an ordinary person. Opposite him stood a scribe and poet, with a large Confucian robe and long black hair hanging on his back. The mountain wind blew by, flying freely.

Wild and uninhibited, flamboyant and free, the scribe's face had a look of concern for the country and the people, his eyes were full of tenderness and compassion, with a bit of sadness, and his charm was amazing. With his right hand behind his back, he blocked Song Que's path.

There is Lingshan Mountain in the middle of Sichuan, and Emei is the most beautiful place in the world.

Song Que's divine will has reached its peak. God is the mind, mind is the body and mind. Every time a sword is struck, the whole body follows. The mind and spirit are united. The thick-backed sword cuts through the air. There are many wonderful phenomena, and they can't stop in a space of about two feet.

Changes, every change is so clear and clear, just like writing your thoughts with a knife. The most terrible thing is that every change makes Shi Zhixuan's prepared coping methods useless, giving rise to the decadent feeling that all previous efforts have been wasted. Using a knife

At this point, we have reached the pinnacle and reached a state of perfection.

"Hey, what's wrong with Senior Brother Yang? He's in such a mess and is being hunted down!"

The expression in Shi Zhixuan's eyes kept changing. Sometimes he was full of compassion, and sometimes he was indifferent and ruthless. The changes were endless, making people wonder which face was his true face. He sighed in a faint voice.

Song Zhi, the Earth Sword, bowed and stood outside the door of the Sharpening Hall. He looked at his eldest brother who was stepping out with excitement and admiration in his eyes. Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, was the white jade pillar holding up the sky and the purple golden beam that supported the sea.

, is the belief of Lingnan soldiers and civilians, even Song Zhi, who has achieved the status of a master, is no exception.

The frost on Song Que's temples did not show signs of aging at all. Instead, it gave him the aristocratic air of a high-ranking official and the demeanor of a Confucian scholar. It was also daunting and unattainable. In conjunction with his well-proportioned and graceful body shape and great depth

Ting Yuezhi's body posture indeed has the invincible demeanor of a top master.

Song Que's eyes simultaneously shone with divine light, covering Shi Zhixuan, making Shi Zhixuan feel that no part of his body, inside or outside, could be hidden from the observation of this man who was known as the best swordsman in the world. He could be seen through, as if he were naked.

, exposed to cold wind and snow.

"I will be responsible for the main attack, and you can just be on the sidelines to contain him. This old guy has profound skills and strong cultivation. Don't show off, be careful!"

Half a day later, the world heard that the evil king Shi Zhixuan and the heavenly sword Song Que had a battle in the land of Bashu. It was difficult to decide the winner after a hundred rounds. In the end, they reached an agreement that the evil king Shi Zhixuan would not interfere with Yang Xuyan's affairs. The heavenly sword Song Que also

He turned around and returned to the Song Family Mountain City.

"Who are you?"

Xie Hui's voice was extremely cold, and his heart was full of anger. His whole body was on fire, like a powder keg. His only son had been killed, and his enemy was right in front of him. Whoever dared to stop him would be his life and death enemy.

Song Que lowered his eyes and looked at the heavenly sword at his waist. His aura surged, and a flash of white light shone. The sword was unsheathed, and he stepped on it. The light of the sword spread across the void, and the sword's light was sharp. Song Que and the sword became one and the same.

Divided and blended into a whole, it is a strong and profound feeling, subtle and difficult to describe.

Yang Xuyan took a look at Hou Xibai and saw that the aura around him was unstable, as if he had just broken through to the innate realm. Thinking that the other party was here to help, he frowned slightly and took the initiative.

The aura rings hanging on Shi Zhixuan's wrists were cut through by the sword energy one by one, and the shadows of the swords in the air were also disillusioned one by one. The phantom body movement under Shi Zhixuan's feet was like a ghost, flickering left and right, leaving afterimages all over the area of ​​ten feet.

Song Que continued to attack around the Heavenly Sword.

The sound of fighting continued in the nameless green mountain, trees collapsed, and rocks flew. The two were like gods in myths and legends, destroying the world and destroying the earth, with immeasurable magical powers and terrifying power.

"Hou Xibai, don't talk nonsense with him. Let's join forces to repel him!"

How did Yang Xuyan know that the real murderer was Hou Xibai next to him? Seeing that he was still greeting Xie Hui, he said coldly.

"boom!"

When he reaches the realm of a supreme master like Hou Xibai, the most mysterious thing is no longer to absorb and refine the essence of heaven and earth to help increase his power, but that the essence of heaven and earth and his innate true energy are no longer limited by the physical barrier and establish

Invisible and seamless connection, there is no difference between things and me, no distinction between inside and outside, impermanence and no self, and the integration of heaven and man.

Hou Xibai's body fluttered and flashed to the middle of the road, his expression was lazy, he even stretched, yawned, tilted his head, and glanced at Yang Xuyan, who was stained with blood, with a somewhat joking smile.

, joked.

Shi Zhixuan knew very well that Yang Xuyan did not assassinate Jie Wenlong, but the assassin knew the martial arts of Butian Pavilion very well, and was very familiar with Yang Xuyan. There was only one person in the world who could achieve such a situation, and that was the person who had been with him since childhood.

Hou Xibai, who studied with Yang Xuyan, and Shi Zhixuan still didn't understand that Hou Xibai was responsible for this matter.

Yang Xuyan has made great progress in these years, and his cultivation has reached the innate realm. He has the cultivation of a first-class master. He also practices the way of killing. He has amazing combat power, vicious methods, and is good at assassination. Even a master master cannot do it.

Dare to underestimate.

Song Que waved his hand to stop Song Zhi's complaint. There was a bit of guilt on his handsome face. He felt a bit guilty for his eldest daughter Song Yuhua. For the sake of family planning, he betrothed her to the playboy Jie Wenlong.

She had accepted her great grievance, and now her husband was killed. If he, as a father, did not stand up, he would really not have this daughter.

"Do you really think that the sword on my waist, Song Que, can't kill people?"

The moment Song Que held the sword, an invisible but tangible sword force, like a copper wall and an iron wall, came towards Shi Zhixuan with Song Que as the center. He had to use his luck to resist, and he also had to force himself to have fighting spirit, otherwise he would be heartbroken.

Cold, defeated without a fight. Such martial arts, unless witnessed and experienced by others, people would not believe it is true if they say it.

Suddenly, Hou Xibai gradually felt that for miles around the waterfall and pool, every bit of life in the mountains and fields was connected to him. He was completely forgetful, blurring the heaven and earth, and illuminating all things.

Shi Zhixuan also heard about Song Que's appearance and knew that Yang Xuyan's martial arts alone would never be able to withstand the power of the heavenly sword, so he had to show up to stop Song Que.

Heavenly Sword Song Que, as the world's best swordsman, has not left Lingnan for more than ten years. Now that his son-in-law was assassinated, he has returned to the world. The four major sects of Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism and Demonology were shocked by this, moved one after another, and paid attention.

Song Que’s movements and whereabouts.

"I will give Yuhua an explanation for this matter and seek justice for her!"

The Baimei fan in Hou Xibai's hand is the most valuable treasure in his body. However, this fan is not his own. It is the inherited treasure of the Huajian sect. He has no right to dispose of it, otherwise it would have been pawned by him and exchanged for gold.

If you already have a lot of money, how can you go to the Dashi Temple and eat fast and chant the Buddha's name for so many years just because of a mouthful of rice?

Originally, Yang Xuyan was being chased by the martial arts judge Xie Hui, which was none of Hou Xibai's business, but a letter from Shi Zhixuan made Hou Xibai wear the stars and the moon, travel across mountains and rivers to Mount Emei, and quietly wait for the arrival of Xie Hui and Yang Xuyan

.

But Shi Zhixuan was too lazy to explain to the outside world. After all, both Hou Xibai and Yang Xuyan were his disciples. He was half responsible for who killed Jie Wenlong, so why bother?

Hou Xibai's mind returned, and his true spirit disappeared into the void. His eyes were clear and his heart was like a mirror, observing the surrounding sky. He slowly stood up and looked at the horizon. One after another, two figures came into view.

Song Que's expression was slightly cold, and he said sarcastically with a bit of a smile on his lips.

Hou Xibai felt that he had become the center of the universe. The essence of the sky penetrated through the top of his head and flowed down along the Ren channel. The essence of the earth went straight up from the Du channel and merged with the two channels of Ren and Du.

Deep in the soul, thoughts are clear, true nature is agile, rising infinitely, filling the void, breathing and operating together with all things.

Although it is said that acquired things are made with some action, limited by physical constitution and have their limits; innate things are made without action, seizing the creation of heaven and earth, gathering the essence of the sun and moon, and absorbing the natural power of heaven and earth, which is endless.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

"Your disciple killed my son-in-law. I haven't even had a fight with you yet. How dare you stop me?"

However, in fact, there is still only one person among ten thousand who can truly cultivate and evolve his innate true energy to the point where he is in harmony with heaven and earth, and the endless state. The road is long and long, and the hardships and hardships involved are difficult to explain to outsiders.

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Hou Xibai closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the solitary blue stone in the pool. The waterfall poured in front of him, the water roared, and the rapids on both sides of him were gurgling, but his mind was extremely peaceful and clear.

Hou Xibai still felt a little guilty in his heart. After all, Jie Wenlong was killed by himself. Facing the suffering master, he was somewhat lacking in momentum, so he spoke with a slight smile on his face.

Behind him is a man about fifty years old, with a high forehead and straight nose, dark complexion, and a proud and indifferent expression. He stands there casually, with a domineering aura that is powerful in all directions, although it is not as good as Song Que's.

His attitude of looking down on the world and letting the world be my own will still make anyone respect him and leave a deep impression on him. He didn't wear any weapons, but no one dared to doubt his powerful lethality.

His temperament is refined, free and easy, his eyes are as bright as the sun and moon. He holds a folding fan in his hand. Judging from the material, the fan ribs are made of fine ivory, as warm as jade, as white as gelatin, and feel delicate to the touch. The fan surface is made of silkworm silk.

It's done, it's impervious to water and fire, and it's indestructible to swords. This folding fan is priceless, a priceless treasure.

Regardless of other things, Hou Xibai wanted to put this shit basin on Yang Xuyan's head. Even if Yang Xuyan knew the truth in the future and explained it to the outside world, no one would believe it. This is the fear of people's words and preconceptions.

Only Yang Xuyan, the unlucky man, kept explaining that he was not responsible for the murder, but he couldn't explain why Xie Hui would believe the words of his enemy who killed his son. He could only fight and escape at the same time. He was in a state of embarrassment and suffered a lot.

"Master Jie, Senior Brother Yang killed your son, it was his fault, but I couldn't help myself and came here under the orders of my master, I'm really sorry!"
To be continued...