flstandardbreds Chapter 172: The Two Immortals of Nan Jue, Swords and Blades
Chapter 172: The Two Immortals of Nan Jue, Swords and Blades
Nan Jue, Dongyue Lake.
Dongyue Lake is as its name suggests, the lake surface looks like a bright moon, surrounded by mountains.
The lake is emerald green, shaded by green mountains. A pair of master and disciple are walking on the lake embankment shrouded in mist and rain. From a distance, they are just two moving black dots.
The rain in Nanjue always comes unexpectedly. The lake, which was as calm as a mirror just now, is now extremely lively.
Raindrops hit the lake, stirring up layers of smoke. Yu Shengmo held up a black dragon umbrella and walked in front of Ye Dingzhi. He looked at the pavilion in the middle of Dongyue Lake and said softly:
"arrive!"
Ye Dingzhi was wearing a conical hat. After hearing his master's words, he immediately infused himself with true energy and was ready to draw his sword at any time.
At this time, Ye Dingzhi was no longer the same as the silly boy in the Jingyu Palace in Tianqi City. His own cultivation had already broken through to the Fuyao realm.
Born with a martial arts meridian, he can practice swordsmanship and internal energy at a speed dozens of times faster than an ordinary person.
He also mastered twelve moves of the Magic Fairy Sword, but only the last fatal sword that could borrow power from gods and demons had never been used by his master Yu Shengmo.
The raindrops on the black dragon umbrella formed into lines. Yu Shengmo looked at the pavilion in the middle of the lake from afar. The purple-black true energy in his hand shook slightly, and the dense raindrops around him were instantly dispersed by him!
"Master, why is there still no sign of Sword Immortal Yan Lingxia?"
Ye Dingzhi took a step forward and stood side by side with Yu Shengmo.
Yu Shengmo glanced at his disciple from the side, and suddenly his right ear moved slightly, as if he heard a faint sound in the distance on the lake.
He looked up and then whispered:
"A bamboo floats alone on the clear water, a reed crosses the river. I didn't expect someone this old to still be so pretentious!"
Ye Dingzhi looked in the direction of the sound and saw a bamboo as thick as a bowl sticking out from the pavilion in the middle of the lake half a mile away.
The bamboo seemed to be thrown out by someone with great force. Surprisingly, the bamboo broke through the lake water and headed towards the master and disciple!
"Master..."
Ye Dingzhi's eyes flashed.
The corner of Yu Shengmo's mouth curled up into an evil smile:
"Disciple, that person is the Southern Sword Immortal, Yan Lingxia!"
Mao Zhu rushed out more than ten feet away, and suddenly a burst of true energy surged, and a golden figure flew out from the pavilion in the middle of the lake!
The figure was light and ethereal. With a light touch of the toes on the lake water, it landed steadily on the bamboo, as if it had landed on flat ground and remained motionless.
"The chill comes over the waves, and the jade on the boat is smoking!"
As Yan Lingxia slowly recited this poem, the bamboo under her feet immediately sped up and rushed towards the master and disciple on the lake embankment!
"Disciple, stand down!"
The true energy in Yu Shengmo's hand gently pushed Ye Dingzhi thirty steps behind him.
Before Ye Dingzhi could react, he was pushed onto a big tree on the lakeshore.
"Master, be careful!"
Ye Dingzhi knew Yu Shengmo's temper. Since he didn't allow him to interfere, even if he forced himself to do so, he would be pushed back by him with a palm.
Seeing that Yan Lingxia, who was stepping on the bamboo, was less than a hundred steps away from Yu Shengmo, Ye Dingzhi was watching nervously.
Yu Shengmo shook the umbrella handle in his hand with his wrist strength, and the entire black dragon umbrella spun and flew towards the shore.
Ye Dingzhi was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He paused and turned into a black shadow to catch his master's umbrella.
"Oh!"
Yu Shengmo swung the Xuanfeng Sword in his hand diagonally, and a sword energy stirred up the lake water in front of him.
Just as Ye Dingzhi caught the umbrella cover and just landed on the ground, the lake water stirred up by the rain demon turned into a purple-black water dragon!
The giant dragon raised its head and roared, Yu Shengmo jumped onto the top of the faucet, and pointed the Xuanfeng Sword at Yan Lingxia from afar!
"This move is so cool! Next time we fight by the water, I want to learn Master's dragon-transforming sword technique..."
Ye Dingzhi stared at the lake surface with his eyes. This pair of swordsmen from Nan Jue were about to collide with each other!
When Yan Lingxia saw the black water dragon that was more than ten feet tall, she did not hesitate. She took two steps back and stomped hard on the back end of the bamboo.
The bamboo immediately shifted its center of gravity backward, pointing straight to the sky!
Yan Lingxia stepped on the lake surface, then took off into the air and landed steadily on the top of the upright bamboo.
"The number one master of the Southern Art, is that such a big temptation to you?"
Yan Lingxia asked while standing on the top of the bamboo, holding a three-and-a-half-foot-long, elegant single-edged sword.
Yu Shengmo's face was cold, and his lips slightly raised:
"Humph, that's a long way to go!"
At this time, Ye Dingzhi, who was guarding on the shore, finally saw Yan Lingxia's face clearly.
Ye Dingzhi sighed in his heart. He thought that this Sword Fairy Yan Lingxia was about the same age as his master, probably a woman in her forties or fifties.
But I never thought that when I saw her today, she would be so stunning and extraordinary! At just one glance, I felt that this person's appearance was absolutely stunning and beyond compare.
Yan Lingxia's eyes were as clear as a spring. Although she was over forty, her face seemed to show no trace of time.
She opened her red lips and said, "Yushengmo, you were seriously injured in the last battle. I heard that you were defeated by Li Changsheng from Tianqi City..."
"Does your sword still have some of the wildness it once had? I think it's almost rusted!"
Yu Sheng Mo sneered:
"Hmph... So what if it's just a rusty sword? I'm going to show you who is the number one master of the Southern Art!"
"Except for Li Changsheng, I've never been afraid of anyone, and you are even less so!"
Before he finished speaking, the purple-black water dragon under Yu Shengmo's feet became more powerful, and he himself split into eight figures like a ghost, and at the same time raised his sword to slash at Yan Lingxia.
Including the body of the Rain Demon, nine Xuanfeng swords broke through the rain curtain and slashed down in the air with sharp sword energy!
This sword is exactly the ninth sword that Ye Dingzhi has learned - the ninth level of the Phantom Demon!
Yan Lingxia pulled out a long sword with one hand, raised it up and slashed it back. Infinite light burst out from the sword and collided with the nine figures of Yu Shengmo!
"Keng!"
The collision of swords and knives caused the powerful internal force to stir up layer upon layer of waves in the lake within a radius of dozens of feet!
After one sword strike, the sword fairy Yan Lingxia felt a slight numbness in her wrist. How could she have expected that Yu Shengmo's magic swordsmanship, which she had not seen for a long time, would be even more domineering than the last time!
"Yan Lingxia, I think your knife is a bit blunt!"
The true energy around Yu Shengmo was running wildly. After the eight figures merged into one, he turned over and landed on the huge water dragon.
"Are you really not afraid of the backlash from the Demon Fairy Sword? Don't fall into the devil's way for a false reputation!"
As Yan Lingxia swung her long sword, a sound was rang out.
Yu Sheng Mo held the sword in one hand, dodging the blade, and the murderous look in his eyes became even stronger:
"Even if I feed the demon with my own body, what's the harm? Yan Lingxia, let's decide the winner within three moves!"
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