This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 282: The sword technique looks particularly noble

Ma Yu.

Yang Huai.

Kong Yishan.

Shi Chenghui.

Xiang Yuan had seen the portraits of the four Feng family sons-in-law in Ji Boli's intelligence. He recognized their faces, but could not match their names. He had no intention of asking and walked towards them with a sword in hand.

The four Jindan stage monks moved their minds and reached a tacit understanding in an instant.

The momentum spread out, and their figures rose from the ground like four towering mountains, echoing each other, and their momentum was connected, as if all the mountains and rivers between heaven and earth were mobilized by them.

The majestic momentum gathered together, and the invisible torrent rolled forward, crushing towards Xiang Yuan, trying to suppress his mind with the power of heaven and earth, making it impossible for him to even gather the strength to hold the sword.

The head-on confrontation of the soul's will is simple and crude, and is also the most direct collision of the laws of heaven and earth.

There is no need to talk much about Xiang Yuan's soul strength. To make him feel pressured, one must be at least at the Grandmaster level of the Tongyou period, and have four spirit transformations...

All I can say is it's okay. Facing four invisible giant hammers head-on, I let out a cry to show my respect.

Since you have copied it, you must show respect.

Ma Yu and his three companions were overwhelmed by the laws of heaven and earth, but they felt like a drop in the ocean without even a ripple. They marveled at the vast starry sky in front of them, which was so deep and boundless, and seriously suspected that they had fallen into some kind of illusion.

"It's rude not to reciprocate. It's my turn now."

After Xiang Yuan finished copying, his soul shook slightly, and an invisible force instantly counterattacked back, descending from the sky with indescribable numerical beauty.

Ma Yu and the other three felt an irresistible pressure suddenly descending upon them. The laws of heaven and earth were so strange and vast, as if the entire heaven and earth were putting pressure on them.

"Sword, swordsmanship!"

Among the four people, someone shouted something, which stopped the precarious situation from collapsing.

"I'm sorry, I'm forgetful. I almost forgot."

Xiang Yuan apologized perfunctorily, held out his sword, used the sword technique of "Autumn Wind and Falling Leaves", and chased after Ma Yu: "But you can't blame me. I saw you guys were holding back for a long time, so I tried to cooperate with you. Who knew you would break into pieces as soon as you touched me."

Xiang Yuan lightly raised the Crazy Beauty Sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, drawing an invisible ripple in the air.

The sword energy condensed quietly like the autumn wind. At first it was soft and dense, as if it was there and not there. But as the sword force progressed, it gradually became faster and faster, forming an invisible wind wall.

Use defense as attack, use stillness to control movement, and dissolve Ma Yu's defensive sword moves one by one.

elegant!
Ma Yu's sword moves were fierce and domineering, and each sword carried the force of thunder and lightning. However, in front of Xiang Yuan's Autumn Wind and Fallen Leaves Sword, it was like a heavy punch hitting cotton, and all the force was removed.

The value of Door Crack Sword Master is still rising!

Although this fellow looked down on Xiang Yuan, his Dao Sword Realm was not exaggerated. Xiang Yuan used the Autumn Wind and Falling Leaves Sword with this state of mind, just like he broke into a morgue and shouted at anyone who didn't obey. Not even one person could stand up and speak, not even a breath could be taken.

Xiang Yuan has always been ruthless when he has the upper hand. After accumulating sword power to the extreme, it suddenly bursts out, the sword follows him, his figure is as agile as a dragon, the sword light is like rolling clouds, and as it sweeps, leaf shadows fly, as if the whole arena is shrouded in autumn wind.

Ma Yu's clothes rustled in the sword energy. The sword light swept past, leaving behind a trail of bloody sword marks. The sword skills that he was proud of in the past were completely defeated today.

Offstage, there was a Feng who was at the Xiantian stage and knew this sword technique. He exclaimed in amazement, "The autumn wind rises, the chill gradually grows, the leaves drift with the wind, the autumn wind blows hard, sweeping away all the remaining clouds... Wonderful! I didn't expect the Third Young Master's sword theory to be so profound, and the Autumn Wind and Falling Leaves Sword can be used in this way!"

After saying this, he was shocked to find himself surrounded by angry faces. He suddenly remembered that he was in the wrong camp, and hurriedly lowered his head, secretly saying that he was bitter.

The third young master is an enemy, you are praising the wrong person.

But, the wonderful thing is that even if he is nailed in the coffin, he will still scream with his rotten voice.

The Third Young Master was a man who relied on his abilities to be arrogant and domineering, and his mouth was foul to the extreme. But when he wielded the sword, he seemed particularly noble, and people were convinced.

The autumn wind is chilly and everything withers!
In the field, Xiang Yuan's sword energy suddenly condensed, and he swung the sword away from Ma Yu's hand. He used softness as the main method, using the opponent's force to counter force. Then the sword's momentum turned, sharp and murderous. The red sword light shone like a bloody setting sun, cutting Ma Yu's neck and leaving a fatal wound.

For a strong man in the Spirit Transformation Stage, a fatal injury is not enough to kill him. Xiang Yuan did not summon the Crimson Universe, and the Crazy Beauty Sword was not stained with evil spirit. This sword did not take Ma Yu's life, but only made him bleed on the stage and lose face.

"You want to compete with swords, don't you? Is this all you have?"

Xiang Yuan taunted with his voice, but the sound was still not loud and still spread throughout the entire arena, making sure that everyone could hear it clearly.

A sword flashed at him from behind, but Xiang Yuan didn't even turn his head. He flicked his fingers and blasted it away with his natural strength.

He turned sideways, and the long sword in his hand swept out like an autumn wind, encircling Yang Huai and the other two in the sword's force.

The autumn wind blows the fallen leaves, floating freely and elegantly, a combination of reality and illusion.

Xiang Yuan's sword moves were continuous, and the sword force was as pervasive as the autumn wind. He blocked three swords with one sword, and wielded it effortlessly and casually, forcing Yang Huai and the other two to retreat step by step while strolling in the garden.

There was also a long sword that swung out a brilliant red glow, the rouge was fragrant, and the scent lingered wherever the sword passed. It was extremely elegant and charming at the same time.

Ma Yu wiped away the sword mark on his neck and attacked with the sword. The sword came suddenly, but was still easily resolved by Xiang Yuan. The Crazy Beauty Sword swept across, trapping Ma Yu in the autumn wind.

One against four, the autumn wind is bleak, the sword is shining like a rainbow, he is at ease and continues to suppress.

Rather than a life-and-death fight in the ring, it was more like having fun with a group of kids while having nothing to do.

Everyone on the sidelines was stunned, as if they were captured by an invisible force, their eyes were obsessed, and even their breathing became light. Even the two Wang family sword masters couldn't help but immerse themselves in it at this moment, their eyes followed the sword, unable to extricate themselves, indulging in the beauty of the Rouge Sword, and being seduced by the sword shadow.

A beautiful woman is still a beauty even if she is criticized crazily.

Clang!
The sound of a sword startled everyone.

Xiang Yuan held one hand behind his back, and the Crazy Beauty Sword in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground. The enchanting and sharp sword light was still there, making people linger.

On the opposite side, Ma Yu and the other three had no visible faces. There were only four sword-wielding human figures covered in blood plasma. The contrast between the two made the nostrils of Xiang Yuan's master look even more majestic.

"Your swords are weak, your sword skills are not good, your lower body is loose, your reaction is slow, and none of your moves are decent. You still want to compete with me on the same stage? Dream on!"

Xiang Yuan shouted with contempt, then smiled without saying anything else.

"Hahaha----"

The sudden foul mouth startled everyone. Yes, the Third Young Master's sword was indeed elegant and charming, extremely beautiful, but he was...

She keeps talking nonsense, which is really annoying!
If only he didn't have a mouth!
Almost everyone had the same idea, especially the eldest daughter of the Wang family. Wang Yunxi curled her lips, showing her disgust.

Fortunately, she regretted her marriage and didn't get married, otherwise she would have to face that big mouth all day long. At the age of 28, she could live like an 82-year-old, but...

His sword dance is so beautiful!

Feng Wenshu's two elder brothers did not think so. Seeing the third brother showing off his extraordinary power and overpowering four people in the Spirit Transformation Stage, they were all grinning and did not listen to the foul words at all. One of them wanted to write poetry, and the other wanted to paint. When the feeling came, they felt as if ants were crawling all over their bodies.

Ma Yu and the other three stood there in a daze, like zombies, with signs of their swordsmanship being crushed.

"Sui Er Jian Xin, take him in as a dog!"

Xiang Yuan narrowed his eyes and shouted loudly, awakening the fighting spirit of Ma Yu and the other three.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s a dog or not. He is not in the Huntian Sword Pavilion and is not interested in the future of the old Feng family. The key is that the experience packs are hard to come by, and he hopes that Ma Yu and the other three will show their cards.

If it is a magic weapon, that would be best.

He can't use it, but he can sell it for money. Sister Ziping of Jianxinzhai has a market for it, so after refurbishing it, she can ship it through formal channels.

This is what a famous and upright family looks like!
On the sidelines, Wang Yunxi glanced at her uncle again. Even though she couldn't provide timely help, at least adding icing on the cake was also good. Now that she went on stage to help, she would definitely get a lot of good looks from Feng Wenshu.

Otherwise, God knows what bad words this foul-mouthed guy would say to you.

Just thinking about it made Wang Yunxi's scalp tingle.

Because it was not Wang Mifeng who was criticized, he did not support this proposal from the perspective of the overall situation.

He shook his head slightly, calmed his niece, and said in a voice transmission: "If you go up on stage, the Fourth House will definitely catch Feng Wenshu's victory unfairly, and... I think if you dare to go up, Feng Wenshu will beat you up."

"..." x2
It was well-reasoned and Wang Yunxi couldn't refute it.

Wang Mifeng glanced at his niece and continued with the unfinished words in his mind: Not only does he dare to beat you, he also dares to tear your clothes with a sword in public.

Thinking that they would have to stay in Feng's house for several days, Wang Mifeng felt a little hesitant. Feng Wenshu was arrogant and reckless, and Wang Yunxi would be attacked by masked men late at night if she stayed there as a guest. In the end, her clothes would be torn by a few sword strikes.

Because it wasn't him whose clothes were torn, Wang Mifeng thought about the mission of this trip and held back from saying anything.

Wang Yunxi has a magical weapon of the Tongyou period on her, so even if she gets frightened, she should be safe...

In short, the mission is more important.

The camera returned to the scene. Following Xiang Yuan's loud shout, Ma Yu and the other three's eyes widened. When they thought about how they were treated like dogs by Feng Wenshu and how they had to wag their tails every day to please him, their faces turned pale.

He was a dog before he committed the crime, and he is worse than before after he committed the crime. At least he was a decent dog before, so their crime was in vain!
I will win no matter what today! x4
The four of them no longer cared about swordsmanship, threw away their swords, and took out their magic weapons.

Without exception, they are all swords.

A cultivator of the Tianjian Pavilion, born as an outer disciple, he developed and grew up according to the needs of the Tianjian Pavilion since childhood. He has been practicing swordsmanship and comprehending the way of the sword all his life. The laws of heaven and earth he learned are closely related to the sword, so the magic weapons he condensed are also swords.

For them, the sword is not only a weapon, but also an extension of kendo and a bridge for them to communicate with the laws of heaven and earth.

Four swords came out at the same time, sword energy was crisscrossed, divine light was boiling, and the aura of killing spread, instantly pushing the atmosphere on the martial arts stage to a climax. Ma Yu's magic sword, which was used to cultivate both his life and his life, was taken away by Xiang Yuan, and a replacement was made from somewhere. It was very similar to the original Qingming sword, with a slender body and a cold sword edge, which looked quite valuable.

Looking far away one by one, the other three swords were the same, all made of heavy metal that Zi Ping couldn't close her eyes.

"Wonderful!"

Xiang Yuan waved the Rouge Sword in his hand, the sword light dispersed into mist, the red light was sharp, like the rising sun, he said with full of power: "I have been traveling for more than ten years, seeing the mountains and rivers of the world, tasting the sufferings of the world, and received the skills from many sword masters, and created a set of sword techniques by myself. I think holding this sword is like looking at the world, today I will use you to test my sharpness!"

He swung his sword and rushed towards Ma Yu, shouting, "The rising sun in the east!"

Xiang Yuan lightly raised the long sword in his hand, and the sword energy was like the dawn. The next moment, the sword soared into the sky like the rising sun, with sunlight shining everywhere, carrying the power of the bright sun, dispelling the darkness and destroying all evil spirits.

This move was created by Xiang Yuan when he was trying to fleece the Sword Master through the cracks in the door, while observing the rising sun and the dawn. Therefore, the sword move is upright and majestic.

With just one sword, the morning sun was as blazing as fire, evaporating all the moisture on the martial arts stage. Ma Yu hurriedly controlled the sword and spread the light of the magic weapon to protect himself, but he was no match for the majesty of the sun, and the magic weapon in his hand was knocked out by one sword.

Xiang Yuan waved his hand to take away the nameless magic weapon, clasped it with five fingers, and once again, in front of Ma Yu, he took the sword away.

Your previous sword was pretty good. My brothers enjoyed using it very much. Your current sword looks good too. Give it to me to play with. I’ll return it to you after you’re done.

Don’t worry, this is my brother. When I return it to you, it will be 90% new, just like it has never been used.

What, you won’t give?

Then I won’t return it!

Xiang Yuan took away Ma Yu's magic weapon with one move, and then chopped off his head with a sword, severely damaging his body and soul, then turned around and rushed towards Yang Huai with a sword.

"Like pheasants flying!"

The morning light faded away, and everything seemed to be calm again, but in fact the heat was dormant, ready to burst into flames, enveloping Xiang Yuan's entire body.

With the sound of a sword, the young bird spread its wings and the phoenix danced in the sky.

The sword came out like a flaming feather, and moved like a phoenix. When the sword arrived, pheasant feathers flew everywhere, and murderous intent was everywhere. An endless sea of ​​fire fell from the sky and submerged the place where Yang Huai was.

Under the scorching flames, Yang Huai felt as if he had fallen into a red lotus hell. A phoenix shadow pounced towards him, his soul was in pain, and he was beheaded with a scream. His body was covered by the golden and red flames that followed, and with a few crisp crackling sounds, two dry and charred parts of his body were left behind.

On the left side, Kong Yishan came with a sword in hand, man and sword became one, the fierce sword light cut through everything, nothing could be touched, the long sword in his hand was a ferocious magic weapon, with a hint of blood-red light.

Xiang Yuan snatched Yang Huai's magic sword, suppressed it with his terrifying spiritual power, swept away the restrictions and put it into the jade disk space. Seeing that the sword in Kong Yishan's hand was extraordinary and coming with great momentum, he did not retreat but rushed towards him.

At this time, the remaining fire in the Crazy Beauty's sword had just gone out, and the heat left was limited.

A sword swung open, and it was like the sun on the other side, cruel and bloody. There was no scorching sun burning the sky, only red clouds sinking in the west.

"If the sun comes!"

The sword was raised, and the sword energy was soft and dense, as if it was there and not there. Although the general trend was going westward and it was difficult to shine brightly, once the sword was out, the aftertaste was long, and when it intersected with the laws of heaven and earth, it could still make mountains and rivers pale in comparison.

The setting sun is like blood, the sun is approaching, soft yet sharp, murderous and merciless.

Kong Yishan's knowledge of the laws of nature was far inferior to Xiang Yuan's. Even though the long sword in his hand had an infinite edge, he still ended up in a miserable defeat when the two swords collided.

His cultivation was quite good, and his magic sword was indeed good at killing. After blocking three or two moves, he was separated by Xiang Yuan's sword.

Xiang Yuan picked up the magic weapon next to the corpse owner, broke the soul restriction with ease, and put it in his pocket.

After defeating three Spiritualization Stage warriors with just three moves, the only one left on the martial arts stage was the trembling Shi Chenghui. He could neither advance nor retreat. Seeing Xiang Yuan glaring at him, his face instantly turned pale and he shouted, "Master, Shi is willing to..."

"The scarlet mist is covering it!"

Xiang Yuan shouted to interrupt, and the Crazy Beauty's sword pierced through the numerous ripples, causing the steam to rise from the sky above the martial arts stage, which floated along the tip of the sword and turned into a strange and changeable thick fog that enveloped the entire place.

The setting sun is gone and night is coming.

Xiang Yuan's sword was like a scarlet mist, ethereal and unpredictable. It had the softness of mist and the speed of a gust of wind. The mist concealed thousands of possibilities and was ever-changing.

Shi Chenghui had lost all his fighting spirit. He had already been frightened by the tragic defeat of his three accomplices. How could he resist such mysterious sword moves? He hurriedly raised the Mountain Sword, but was enveloped in the fog as soon as they met.

The sun rises in the east, pheasants dance, the sun is about to rise, and the red mist is shrouding...

Such elegant and ornate sword moves, when Xiang Yuan was trying to take advantage of the Sword Master, he summarized and sorted out more than ten moves. Each move refined the laws of heaven and earth, and each move could be called a unique sword skill, enough to be passed down through the ages and sought after by sword practitioners all over the world.

A high-class sword move naturally needs a loud name with extraordinary meaning and can inspire people to think. Otherwise, the precious pearl will be covered in dust, like boiling a crane and burning a piano. Those who come after will cry when they hear it. Xiang Yuan, the initiator, bah, isn’t the sin of this sword master a great one?

Xiang Yuan quoted from classics, pondered for half a night, slapped his forehead, and came up with two words that were neither vulgar nor profound, and combined them into the name of his sword technique.

Ancestor is the root of all things and the beginning.
An means stability, tranquility and stillness.

The two are combined, so it is named Zuan Sword Technique!
Swish!
Xiang Yuan took the Mountain Sword, skillfully wiped out the soul restriction, and easily put it into the jade disk space. Behind him, Shi Chenghui's headless body was dancing wildly in place.

With the terrifying vitality of the Spiritual Transformation Stage, they could survive if their heads were connected. Xiang Yuan did not kill them, but only severely damaged their souls. He did not really intend to take their lives, so the four people just looked miserable. In fact...

It's actually quite miserable.

But this is not the point. At least the person is fine. He can go back and recuperate well. In less than 18 years, he will be a good dog again.

The thick fog dispersed, but there was still moisture on the martial arts stage. Amidst the astonished gazes, Xiang Yuan sheathed the Rouge Sword, stood on the stage with one hand behind his back.

"I have been sharpening my sword for ten years, but I have never tried it. Today I will show it to you. Who has any grievances?"

"How wonderful! How wonderful!"

"Hahaha----"

The laughter was shrill and indescribably irritating, but no one dared to speak. Everyone was like a frightened bird, lowering their heads and not daring to look him in the eye.

What's worse, seeing the miserable state of Ma Yu and the other three, his divination skills improved greatly. He foresaw the future, but found that there was no future. He couldn't help but lose his voice and sobbed on the spot.

"Why are you crying? Today I am the head of the family. It is a happy day. Smile!"

Xiang Yuan snorted coldly, "Take these four good-for-nothings away, and you old things, go home and settle the family assets. When I take over as the head of the family, there will be congratulations from all sides. I want 70% of the people's money you have earned over the years. If there is one less, I will come to your house to take it myself!"

The shouting made everyone tremble with fear. The old man, who was not sure whether it was the third uncle or the fourth uncle, foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground twitching, causing chaos under the martial arts stage.

"Even if you die today, you must send 70% of it to the eldest son's mansion before the burial."

Xiang Yuan turned and walked down the martial arts stage, ignoring his two crying brothers. He caught a glimpse of Wang Mifeng and Wang Yunxi out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but frown.

Wang came here not to help the fourth house, but even made time difference, intending to support him.

Although it didn't last, it was indeed planned.

This is outrageous. Could it be that he is here to remarry?
Xiang Yuan glanced at Wang Yunxi and thought to himself that she was just ordinary stuff. Not to mention compared with his sweethearts Xiao Lingyue, Chaner, and Baiyue Jushi, she was even inferior to his ghost lover Shang Qingmeng.

Asking him to touch my little hand, he is too lazy to do so.

Unless you add money!

……

That night.

Xiang Yuan came to the mourning hall, dispersed the kneeling family members, knocked on the coffin, and said in a deep voice: "Someone from the Wang family came and suddenly stayed here. What do you think about this?"

"I'm dead now, you can do whatever you want." A buzzing sound came from the coffin.

"Are you sure? You'll be sent to the ancestral grave in two days."

"Xiao San, if you think their coming is suspicious, you might as well give it a try. Wang Mifeng is a shrewd man, and maybe you can pry Wang Yunxi's mouth open." Feng Jiahe suggested.

"hehe."

Xiang Yuan said sarcastically, "Ms. Wang broke off the engagement years ago. I still remember her kindness. But this time, she didn't even apologize to me and asked me to test her. So, I'm trying to please her?"

"This woman is good at swordsmanship, she is a high-quality stock."

“What about quality stocks?”

Xiang Yuan curled his lips. Forgive him for being too picky, but he didn't see anything worth mentioning about Wang Yunxi.

"Xiao San, these two people came to Feng Mansion for a purpose that must be not simple. If you don't want to test them, you might as well listen to what I say and drive them out of Yanfeng City, and the sooner the better."

Feng Jiahe said slowly, "I am lying in the coffin, and my right eyelid keeps twitching. I am afraid these two people are going to harm our Feng family. If we delay, something bad will happen. The sooner the better."

So, why do you keep lying in the coffin?

Xiang Yuan frowned. There was something wrong with Feng Jiahe, and there was also something wrong with the people from Wang's family...

What exactly happened to the old Feng family?

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Asking for the monthly ticket at the end of the month!
There are few days in February, so if you don’t invest, it will expire.

(End of this chapter)