Mortal Bones

This is the "Book of Mourning the Ancient Battlefield" that Uncle Jiu taught Xu Taiping.

After this line of words was written, a majestic sword force with a solemn and desolate meaning suddenly rose from the Golden Scale Platform.

"Bang!"

As the sword force rose, the lines of words transformed by the sword energy flew up with a bang.

They were like nails, nailed to the Skylight Sword Shadow controlled by the Third Prince.

The power of the Skylight Sword Shadow weakened a little.

"How can your little Qingxuan's nameless sword technique be a match for my Source Law Sky Shadow Sword!"

The Third Prince was determined to die in this battle, so after seeing Xu Taiping's sword, he immediately raised his hands and grabbed the sky, desperately urging the Sky Shadow Sword with all his strength, completely ignoring how serious the backlash would be.

Immediately, the light and shadow of the Golden Scale Platform dimmed again, and the people in the stands seemed to be in the dark.

On the contrary, the beams of sunlight above the Golden Scale Platform that shot down to the audience below became even more dazzling.

"Boom!"

As the Third Prince pointed his sword downward, the group of skylight sword shadows that almost covered the Golden Scale Platform suddenly pressed down, causing Xu Taiping's sword energy to collapse.

It was not until the skylight sword shadow was only a hundred feet away from Xu Taiping that it stabilized again.

Even the line of text embedded in the skylight sword shadow showed signs of cracking at this time.

This scene shocked everyone in Xuanyun Martial Arts Hall.

However, Xu Taiping on the Golden Scale Platform seemed to have not noticed it at all. He held the sword in one hand and took off the wine pot containing dragon gall wine from his waist with the other hand.

"Gulong, Gulong, Gulong..."

After drinking a big mouthful of undiluted gentian wine, Xu Taiping, who was a little drunk in his eyes, raised his sword again, and wrote with the sword while chanting aloud in his slightly hoarse voice:

"Submission, lifelong barbarians; war, bones exposed in the sand. Birds are silent and mountains are silent, the night is long and the wind is rustling."

"Souls are gathered and the sky is heavy, ghosts and gods gather and the clouds are dense. The sun is cold and the grass is short, the moon is bitter and the frost is white."

Almost at the same time as he chanted, the golden words transformed by the sword energy flew out with the sound of sword ringing.

At the same time, the austere and desolate atmosphere of the ancient battlefield in the fierce sword force became more real.

Everyone present seemed to be really in the bloody, desolate and desperate ancient battlefield.

"Boom!"

After two lines of golden words transformed by sword energy flew out, the sword force of the group of skylight sword shadow controlled by the third prince was once again blocked and stopped falling.

However, from the constant "booming" collision sound and the cracks that kept appearing in the lines of golden words, it can be seen that Xu Taiping still did not have the upper hand at this time.

"Gulonggulonggulong..."

At this time, Xu Taiping suddenly drank most of the remaining dragon gall wine in one gulp.

Then he wiped his mouth hard to stop his staggering steps, raised the Rusty Lion Sword in his hand, which had been rusted for most of the time, and wrote with the sword as a pen, chanting loudly with a sad and angry tone:

"Who among the people does not have parents? They support and carry them, fearing that they will not live long."

"Who does not have brothers? They are like feet and hands. Who does not have husbands and wives? They are like guests and friends."

"What is the grace of life, and what is the blame of killing?"

"Whether he lives or dies, no one in the family knows."

"If someone says something, I will believe it or not. I will see it in my sleep and sleep."

"I will pour out the wine and cry to the end of the world."

"The world is worried, and the grass and trees are sad."

"Without condolences, the spirit has no place to go. There will be a bad year, and it will be left to wander."

"Alas! Is it time or fate? It has been like this since ancient times!"

In one breath, Xu Taiping chanted and wrote out the article almost completely, leaving only the last line.

But strangely, the golden words in the sky did not fly towards the skylight sword shadow above.

They just floated quietly in the air, just like the guests in front of the storyteller in the teahouse, who seemed to be listening to the most exciting part of the story, and all looked forward to it without saying a word.

For a while, the world was dead silent.

However, masters like Zhang Tianze sensed the breath of destruction dormant in this dead silence.

"Gulong..."

And Xu Taiping on the Golden Scale Terrace seemed to have entered the scene in the poem, and stood there quietly with his head down.

After a long time, he raised his head again, raised his sword, looked at the golden words above his head with a desolate look, and then moved his lips, raised the sword and wrote the last line of this poem-

"What can I do? Guard the four barbarians."

Just like the dragon's eye.

As the eight characters were written, the golden characters scattered over the Golden Scale Terrace suddenly made a sound of swords, rising into the air like a giant dragon, and finally gathered into a golden giant sword.

At the same time, Xu Taiping also flew out with the Rusty Lion and merged with the sword shadow.

At the same time, the sword force full of solemn and desolate aura also transformed into an illusion of an ancient battlefield at this moment. The sound of weapons on the battlefield, the desperate roars, shouts, and cries of the armor resounded throughout the Golden Scale Pool.

This is a sword full of despair and tragedy.

"Sword name."

"Remove armor."

Xu Taiping, who controlled the sword with all his strength, said the name of the sword and stabbed into the sword shadow of the sky with the huge golden sword shadow.

"Boom!——"

Accompanied by a loud tremor, even if the Third Prince tried his best, he still couldn't block Xu Taiping's sword.

After the sword, the sky and the earth were bright.

And Xu Taiping, whose blood and essence were almost completely exhausted, was held by the rusty lion and floated quietly in the air.

"Not yet... not yet announced... can't fall down."

He forced his mind to open his eyes.

The winner of the competition has not been announced yet, so he can't just faint like this.

And at this moment, a huge golden finger stretched out from the sky above the sky, and finally gently touched Xu Taiping's forehead.

Then, an extremely majestic voice came from the sky above the Golden Scale Pool-

"This sword should be rewarded."