Lost Narrative Poetry

Among ordinary weapons, there are also categories of "soft swords", but most of them exist as unpopular exotic weapons and are not mainstream.

Moreover, soft swords are completely different swords from hard swords. Because the sword body is soft, the power is difficult to master and use, and practice requires a high degree of concentration of essence, energy, and spirit. Therefore, it is also extremely difficult to master among sword types. one type.

Moreover, even though it is a soft sword, it cannot be as soft as a whip, at least it is impossible for an ordinary weapon to be this soft.

However, the soft sword in Ouyang Mingzhu's hand is different. It is extremely flexible. It can really be wrapped around the finger, bend it like a hook with force, make a clanging sound, and straighten like a string.

As long as you truly master the Qimen swordsmanship of using it and exert force at critical moments, you can use its toughness and elasticity to explode with terrifying speed and astonishing power within a certain range.

He Yibai makes steel and turns it into softness around the fingers. This is actually the way to overcome hardness with softness.

Murong Ziying had inherited the inheritance from the previous sword-wielding elder of the Qionghua Sect, Zong Lian, and her attainments in sword-making skills had reached a level rarely seen in the world. Naturally, she could tell at a glance that this sword was a famous spiritual sword. It is "soft around the fingers".

The Qionghua Sect has always respected the art of sword-making, and is naturally the force that has collected the most comprehensive and extensive collection of forging charts for various swords in the world - the swords mentioned here are magic weapons, not the so-called sharp weapons in the world.

And it's not just as simple as having a melting map, but also the ability to forge the corresponding spiritual sword. However, there are two reasons that limit the terrifying situation where all Qionghua disciples have a fairy sword.

Firstly, spiritual swords are different from ordinary iron. They often require many precious heavenly materials and earthly treasures to be melted and forged, and are cast by skilled swordsmiths in the sect's Chengtian Sword Platform or similar anode places. Not to mention He stayed there all day long, but it took a lot of effort until the day the sword was completed.

And time is often measured in years and months. After all, the more precious and advanced a magic weapon is, the more time and effort it takes to make it. This is natural. Not to mention mysterious props, the same applies to technological products.

Therefore, most disciples often need a very long period of accumulation before they can exchange their contributions to the sect for a high-level spiritual sword.

Secondly, the Qionghua sect's cultivation method emphasizes the core concept of "the unity of man and sword". The cultivation level of a person and the grade of the sword must complement each other. Otherwise, there will only be disadvantages but no benefits. This does not mean that no matter how low the cultivation level is, All can control advanced magic weapons.

This rule does not only apply to the sword cultivators of the Qionghua Sect, but applies to the whole world.

——The more advanced and powerful the magic weapon is, the more powerful it is, and the requirements for its use are frighteningly high. Without the corresponding ability to control it, it is like a child dancing with a sledgehammer, which is harmful and unprofitable.

It cannot pose an effective threat to the enemy, nor can it be a force for self-protection, and may even harm itself in turn.

Therefore, the soft sword in Ouyang Mingzhu's hand actually surpasses the natal swords of most Qionghua disciples. Coupled with her smooth use, the powerful spiritual power fluctuations she naturally emits...

Murong Ziying felt a wave of toothache at this moment.

This girl who looks like she is in her twenties and is too young is actually at the level of an elder? It seems that no matter which sect you follow, they are all monks who have entered the third realm!

Even when he was in good condition, he was not completely sure that he could win the battle.

Although he is also a monastic genius, he has reached the realm of using Qi swords at the age of nineteen, and he has been slaying demons and slaying demons for the past few years, and he has a lot of experience in fighting. However, he has almost no experience with this level. Opponents have had collisions.

And at this time, everyone has been plotted before, and the divine will has fallen to the bottom. Even if the true energy and spiritual power are not consumed much, only the mental loss is serious, which will have a considerable impact.

It's like a person who has strong physical strength but is weak in spirit still cannot exert much strength.

Everyone still relied on Liu Mengli's secret fragrance to stay awake and think. Under such circumstances, what chance could they have of winning against such a powerful enemy? !

"You claim to be upright, but it turns out that you only know how to make surprise attacks and bully the smaller ones when there are more people..."

Ouyang Mingzhu didn't understand Murong Ziying's toothache at all. She clenched her five fingers tightly, and the fingers around her fingers became straight in an instant. The blade was strong and sharp, reflecting the cold light in the night, and it was obvious that it was cutting iron like mud.

She just swung her backhand mercilessly, and the sword body seemed to be there. Under the stimulation of her spiritual power, the sword energy burst out like a silver electric snake, and struck Murong Ziying's eyebrows on the other side!

The huge sword energy slashed across a distance of several feet without losing any force. The air where it passed was frozen. A layer of light frost condensed in the air, exuding a trace of cold air, making the midsummer night feel cold. The temperature in the yard dropped sharply.

The sword is originally made of cold iron. Not only is the sword sharp, but when it is swung, it can naturally absorb the power of the surrounding water spirits, condense it into frost on the edge, and then be directly activated by Ouyang Mingzhu. The power turns into sword energy and comes out, and the power is certainly not bad.

The reason why the cut was only a few feet away was not because the attack range was only so far, but because the attack target was so close. Facing the oncoming huge sword energy cut, Murong Ziying hurriedly raised his sword to block it, but was still struck one after another. He took a few steps back, his face even paler.

But he didn't have time to pay attention to this. Instead, he felt angry: "You are indeed an evil heretic. It's really disgusting! It's obvious that you were the one who plotted against me, and now you're actually beating me up..."

If not all of them had fallen victim to the insidious and vicious god-damaging technique, how could they be in such a mess? The team is already exhausted. If we don't work together, how can we deal with this person in front of us?

However, the other party also made sarcastic remarks, desperately accusing them of bullying with too many people, and launching a sneak attack? How shameless is this? !

"That's nonsense! When did I plot against you..." Ouyang Mingzhu dismissed it. She didn't know what happened to this group of people, and she also didn't think that her teacher had any need to plot against this group of people.

The teacher can kill you little thieves with just one hair! Easier than killing a group of ants!

She also felt that this group of people were raking them down, so she became even more annoyed. The finger-winding soft sword in her hand followed the movement of her bare hand, and in an instant it changed its form. From the strong and sharp straight blade of the Star Sweeping Zhanyue, it transformed into A long whip that looks like a dragon on the sea or a flying phoenix in the sky!

Free and elegant, light and agile, it comes like thunder and then withdraws its wrath, and ends like the blue light of the river and sea! From hard to soft in an instant, although the styles and routines are connected with each other without any fireworks, it is quite natural and beautiful.

However, Yun Tianhe and Han Lingsha, who were fighting with her, still felt extremely uncomfortable for a moment, and they were in a hurry and in various situations.

"Amitabha, Donor Ouyang, please don't make mistakes. I believe that there must be twists and turns in this matter. This kind of unforgivable thing should not be done by you, right? In fact, you don't need to protect the people behind the scenes..."

Accompanied by a Buddha's name, it seemed to be chanted with a loudspeaker, which had a great meaning of compassion.

The muscular monk stepped forward quickly without hesitation, the light of merit bloomed, forming a circle of light behind his head, and the aura of the enlightened monk spread out. He felt confident that he had seen through the truth.

As the saying goes, love comes from the heart. This rich lady does not look like someone who would do such a thing. Moreover, he majors in the power of merit and has the ability to sense evil karma, so he immediately A bloody plot was sketched in my mind.

But no matter what, it seemed that in this situation there was a chance to solve the problem through talk. He acted very decisively, preparing to use emotion, reason, and in the name of justice, even if he could not let the other party Suddenly realizing that you have gone astray and come back, at least it can shake some of the opponent's beliefs and affect the performance of your strength!

"This matter is truly outrageous and has destroyed human nature. This poor monk must not just sit idly by and watch..."

It's just that before he finished speaking the compassionate words in his mouth, what came over his head was a "whip" like a spiritual snake spitting a letter, roaring and tearing the air, it was like a thunderbolt falling from the sky——

"Shut up! Bald ass!"

The golden light of merit shines brightly, turning into a large pale golden bell with a clear outline that can be seen, covering the great monk from the distant mountain.

when--! !

A majestic bell rang, the vastness shook the void, and set off a layer of ripples visible to the naked eye in the air, making people feel that their souls were shaken.

However, the great monk from Yuanshan groaned. He was mentally exhausted and fought hard. Although he did not suffer any damage, his mind was further depleted and he was about to faint on the spot.

There are also cracks in the light golden bell cover. If it is whipped again, it will definitely explode on the spot!

However, at almost the same moment, the swords of Huaishuo and Xuanji arrived, but it was the two junior disciples who had just wanted to support their uncle Ziying, but their reaction speed was really slow on this ever-changing battlefield. , so that now the attack is belated, but it works wonders.

Ouyang Mingzhu's eyes were slightly focused, and her figure suddenly blended into the surrounding darkness, making it difficult to detect. And at the same moment, she seemed to appear from the void, and she was already in front of Xuanji, raising her hand and pointing forward.

A piano sound sounded just at this moment, long and distant, condensing the energy of heaven and earth!

Just suddenly, it was as if the sound of the string turned into a substantial sound wave, rushing into the gap between the two people. The string hurts people, but it can be broken into pieces. It is obvious that there is no string or silk, but it is definite. It turned into a series of slashing lines coming across.

"Well?!"

The girl in the green dress suddenly frowned, and at the last moment, she froze her finger, unable to touch the little girl not far ahead, even though it was only a few inches away.

If she wanted to kill someone, she would not stop because of such an obstacle. As long as she thought about it, the spiritual power of her whole body could penetrate through her palms and transform into a sword that could fly into the air. Its power could reach three feet away. Even rocks can be easily penetrated, let alone flesh and blood.

It's just that although Ouyang Mingzhu's personality has changed, she is no longer the rich lady who was unconditionally gentle to everyone in the past and faced the whole world with a naturally innocent attitude, but she has not become extremely twisted and twisted in nature. Still kind.

In addition, the reactions of others were also extremely fast. After Liu Mengli intercepted the ghost-like Ouyang Mingzhu with precise strings, the others immediately reacted and responded quickly.

At this time, no one is stupid enough to just watch their companions fall into danger and let the enemy deal with themselves and others one by one.

"snort!"

A soft hum reached their ears, and the Ouyang daughter in their eyes did not stop. Without a single hit, she immediately escaped into the darkness and moved to another location.

Lingbo takes a slight step, and his socks are dusty. He can often move a distance of more than ten feet with one step.

She is indeed a rare Taoist talent. Not long ago, Xia Ran figured out the principle of shrinking the ground into an inch with the help of the earth spirit bead, and combined it with the earth escape technique to create a low-end abbreviated version of the body. She can already use it now.

However, this is also related to Ouyang Mingzhu's spiritual power attributes. Among the five spirits, she originally majored in earth spirit magic, and she has already mastered the art of earth escape. With such a foundation, she can easily master the new skills. magic.

If you switch to the wind system, you may not be able to get in for a year or two. This is also normal.

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Xuanji escaped, but her face became even paler.

At that moment, it seemed that the flow of time suddenly slowed down. She was highly focused and seemed to be able to see the slender fingertips approaching her forehead little by little.

Although there was no actual murderous intention, Xuanji was still frightened. She always felt that if she had not been rescued by someone just now, she would probably be gone.

Subconsciously, she looked gratefully at the immortal girl behind her.

Liu Mengli did not see this scene, and was still supported by the sound of the piano. Even though she stood still, the sound waves of the string could always attack Miss Ouyang's position at the fastest speed to contain the opponent.