Xuanxia

Chapter 723: Qingxuhua Sword Technique, Weakened Version
Dozens of miles outside the Shu capital.

Valley, pond.

On the frozen pond, a huge sword mark ran across the left and right sides, splitting the several-inch-thick ice surface into two, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror.

There were two people standing at each end of the sword mark.

One of them was the True Man Jingming.

"I didn't expect they would invite you."

She made a sword flower, her eyes were serious: "Why did you fall to this point?"

"Senior sister, you are too kind."

On the other side of the sword mark was a middle-aged Taoist priest.

He stroked his long beard and smiled, "Junior brother is not working for others, he is just avenging me."

He also held a long sword in his hand and said leisurely: "A few months ago, my disciple Chen Feng was killed by Fu Qingzhou. Now, I, your junior brother, am only joining forces with our common enemy, Fu Qingzhou, for him."

"Chen Feng?" Master Jingming pondered for a moment, as if recalling something.

After a long while, she sneered, "Could it be that he was the one who participated in the hunt for Wu Yan but was killed outside the capital?" (See Chapter 22 of Jinghua Volume, "The Trump Card", a minor character who was killed by the old ghost...)
"The dead are gone, what he did is no longer important." The middle-aged Taoist priest said leisurely: "But once a teacher, always a father, I have to do something."

Master Jingming sneered: "Sweet words - since you want to keep me, then do it again!"

After saying that, she raised her sword, and a sharp sword light whizzed away!

The middle-aged Taoist smiled slightly, raised his body and flew into the sky, narrowly avoiding the sword. Then he swung his sword forward in the same way, and the tip of the sword stabbed out an almost identical sword light, stabbing at Zhenren Jingming.

In a blink of an eye, the two had fought for more than ten rounds.

The sharp and powerful sword light cut the ice surface of the pond into countless pieces, and countless trees around the pond were also cut off.

This middle-aged Taoist priest is actually on par with Master Jingming!
No... In fact, he is even half a point stronger.

Compared to Master Jingming, this middle-aged Taoist always strikes later but is ahead. Although his sword light and sword intent are slightly weaker than Master Jingming's, he seems to be more advanced in swordsmanship. He can always find the opponent's flaws after a few rounds of fighting.

After several exchanges, Master Jingming's sleeves had been shredded by the sword energy, and his Taoist bun had also been scattered.

Her brows sank slightly, and she deflected the long sword that the middle-aged Taoist priest was attacking her with. She flew backwards lightly and landed on a tree crown.

"Junior Brother Qingjiang."

She said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid that Uncle Yiming didn't teach you the Pingxu Qingfeng Sword back then?"

"If my master didn't teach me, can't I learn it?" The middle-aged Taoist, Qingjiangzi, smiled and said, "Qinglongzi even killed his own master, so what's wrong with me secretly learning some sword manuals?"

After saying that, he swung his sword again and approached Master Jingming.

Taoist Jingming frowned and raised his sword to meet the enemy again.

With her abilities, it would be no problem for her to escape at this time.

But the important thing is that this Qingjiangzi must be kept!
Fu Qingzhou, Fu Qingzhou, you should have received the news, right? When will the helper arrive?

"Senior Sister, if you want to escape, I can't stop you."

During the fight, Qingjiangzi attacked fiercely while laughing, "You are still hesitating, right?"

Master Jingming had a stern face and said nothing.

Ding!
The two swords collided, and the overflowing sword energy instantly swept away all the branches and leaves within a radius of dozens of steps. For a moment, the sky was full of flying branches and snowflakes.

"You and I are the same. We have already left the True Immortal Palace."

Qingjiangzi continued to speak: "Don't you and I know why the True Immortal Palace was disbanded?"

"It was Qingsongzi and Qinglongzi. They traveled and brought back the horrible Qi Ran Jue, which eventually caused such a large sect to disappear. You and I should have done greater things, but we disappeared because of this... They even threatened us that if we told them about Qi Ran Jue, they would kill us."

"Senior Sister, even so, do you still consider yourself a member of the True Immortal Palace?"

boom!
The sword light swept across and hit a large rock, blasting it into pieces!
Master Jingming was forced back to the ground, retreating several steps, and his breathing became a little rapid.

"If that's the case, then why do you worry about Qing Longzi's apprentice?"

Qingjiangzi was suspended in the air, and said with a smile: "As long as you promise not to participate in the encirclement and suppression of Jiang Baichuan, this matter will be over."

"Haha, do you think I'm stupid?" Master Jingming raised his head and sneered, "You guys believe a promise?"

"Promise, promise, of course it's not just a promise." Qingjiangzi said with a smile: "Of course, I won't let you down too much. As long as you go back with me to rest for a while and... write down the Qingxu Huajian Jue, everything will be fine."

Master Jingming sneered disdainfully.

"It seems that Jiang Baichuan is very much loved by the master behind you now."

She said coldly: "They invited you to go for the Qingxu Sword Technique, right? Why, didn't you learn it secretly?"

"Ashamed."

Qing Jiangzi smiled calmly and said, "This sword move is too difficult. Without a teacher's guidance, it is impossible to learn it completely by just stealing."

"Really?" Master Jingming sneered, "Then you should learn it now!"

After saying that, she suddenly thrust her sword towards the sky.

At this moment, the tip of her sword seemed to melt and merge into the picture of heaven and earth.

A streak of white ink emerged from the sword and splashed towards Qingjiangzi.

Wherever the bright ink went, whether it was the flying leaves, snowflakes, the whistling wind, or even the spiritual void diffused in the air, they were all swallowed up and melted by the ink.

It spread forward gently, very gentle, yet carrying a chilling murderous intent.

Qingjiangzi's eyes instantly revealed intense jealousy, envy, and desire.

He also turned the sword and swung it diagonally.

In an instant, a stain of white ink also appeared on his sword!
But this piece of ink was obviously weaker.

If the Qingxu Sword Technique was like knocking over an inkstone in reality, then this sword of his was like deliberately holding a brush and splashing ink dots on the scroll.

The sword light was not as pure and bright, and seemed a little duller.

The two sword lights rushed towards each other and collided with each other.

Then they blend, flow, spread and splash.

Master Jingming retreated several steps, and the long sword in his hand disappeared without him noticing, leaving only a hilt.

Qingjiangzi was in an even more embarrassed state. He quickly retreated dozens of steps in the air, not daring to get even a drop of sword ink on his hand. The sword in his hand was also silently dissolved, and his Taoist robe was covered with several blood stains without any warning.

Soon, the two intertwined sword inks gradually faded away, leaving only a vast void, as if something still existed there, and the flying leaves around did not even dare to approach.

"What a great swordsmanship! What a great swordsmanship!"

The jealousy in Qingjiangzi's eyes almost burst out: "Senior sister, you have such a unique skill, so come back with me! The lord will definitely treat you as a national hero!"

"Guoshi?"

Master Jingming sneered, "What a big tone! It's you, Junior Brother, who is working so hard. I'm afraid Jiang Baichuan promised that after he learns the sword, he will ask you to learn it too, right?"

As she spoke, she raised the broken hilt of her sword, pointed it at the other person from a distance, and said in a shocking voice: "Don't even think about it! Even if I kill all the descendants of the Qingxuhua Sword Technique in the world, I will never let you, a treacherous person, learn it!"

Hearing this, a hint of resentment finally flashed in Qingjiangzi's eyes.

"Senior Sister, you asked for this..."

He gritted his teeth and said, "You know, it was me, my junior brother, who was trying to persuade them to surrender you... Since you don't know what's good for you, then prepare to die!"

As he said this, he stretched his hand out of his sleeve.

In an instant, a mighty and powerful aura descended from the sky!

It was obvious that he had prepared some magic weapon, which he had never used before!
Master Jingming's expression changed.

Just at this moment, the lazy laughter of Master Baihe suddenly came from the surroundings.

"Hey, why don't you chat for a while? I want to rest a little longer."

"Qingjiangzi...I remember you. My master once said that you have evil intentions."

As he was speaking, countless fine whisk filaments appeared out of thin air in all directions around Qingjiang Mountain!
They were like tough webs shot out by thousands of spiders, instantly wrapping the Qingjiangzi into a big cocoon.

(End of this chapter)