Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

"Stupid, you are just a second-rate master, what can you do if you join? It's nothing more than giving away people's lives." Yan Dan looked at the Mohist disciples in front of him and scolded him sternly.

This kind of unclear person is the most annoying. For the sake of his so-called loyalty, he can't see anything, and he is greedy for small righteousness and misses big things.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I only know that my fellow disciples are in danger." The thin body left only Yan Dan's back, which had turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed towards several Mohist disciples surrounded by flames. He held a A little bit of cold light bloomed, it was the hidden weapon he had hidden in his sleeves.

"A person who majored in the Lightning God Walk actually chose to go head-to-head with the enemy?" Seeing the figure who was as fast as lightning and whose speed was hardly lower than that of the first-class masters, a name emerged in Yan Dan's mind. Among the young people Among the Mohist disciples of the generation, there was one person who successfully practiced the Electric Light God Walk, the unique skill of the Mohist movement. That person's name was Robber Zhi.

The flame curtain that surrounded the Mohist disciples was torn open by the sudden attack of Robber Zhi. Among the Mohist disciples inside, the Mohist disciple who was in danger due to a broken arm noticed the momentary loosening of the flame curtain and triggered the broken arm. Using blood as water, he turned into a palm print and attacked the crack. Using blood to attack the fire, he tore open a larger crack in the flame curtain.

Several Mo family disciples have been learning martial arts together since they were young, and they are very familiar with each other. They hardly need to speak a word. Faced with the determination of their companions, they made the choice immediately, and rushed towards the crack one by one, breathing inside. During the vibration, the curtain of flames with the intention of ever flowing was torn open.

But among the several figures, a figure with a broken arm suddenly fell down, and the blow that tore the curtain apart had exhausted the last of his life.

Facing the fallen body, the other three Mohist disciples could not care less. This was an opportunity created by their fellow disciples. They must live and catch the flame witch so that they could help the giant and prevent their fellow disciples from letting go. Sacrifice in vain.

"Spread out. When his flames attack four people at the same time, he needs to be distracted in all directions, and his combat power will inevitably be greatly reduced." Thief Zhi who joined the battle group shouted loudly, and the four figures scattered around Yan Lingji. Come, when they get together, the opponent only needs to attack one place to drive them into panic, but if they spread out and one person attacks four people at the same time, their energy will inevitably be dispersed. If it lasts for a long time, they may not be able to Chance.

Seeing the four Mohist disciples surrounding her from four directions, Yan Lingji lifted up a strand of long hair hanging on her temples and couldn't help but smile: "You want to bully the few with more, do you want to capture me and threaten him? Haha, this It's really despicable, and the Mohist disciples are nothing more than that."

"The enemy is strong and we are weak, we have to do this." Thief Zhi, who knew that what he did was indeed not good, said, he was a thief anyway, so he could adjust his bottom line appropriately.

"Then you have to work hard. If you can't capture him, your giant will be beaten to death." Yan Lingji said with a smile.

Yan Lingji has full confidence in Yang Ming's strength. Isn't he a master-level expert? There is more than one master-level master who has been defeated by Yang Ming, and the Mohist giant will not be that exception.

Hearing Yan Lingji's teasing, even if they had full confidence in their own giants, the four Mohist disciples, including Robber Zhi, subconsciously looked at the battlefield in the distance. The raging sword energy made it almost difficult to look straight at it, and the ink in the middle was in a trance. Uncertain, it does look like it is difficult to gain the upper hand.

"I forgot to tell you that although his swordsmanship is powerful, it is not his strongest attack method." Yan Lingji, who knew what the four Mohist disciples were worried about, said without forgetting to touch up the sword.

Yang Ming only started to practice swordsmanship after he had already achieved some success. Although he has almost exhausted all the ways to change the swordsmanship, and even has a few swordsmanship moves that can make people directly reach the first-class realm, but in Yang Ming, Compared with the three-point return of vitality, the swordsmanship is still far behind. If Yang Ming had used the three-point return of vitality at this time, he would probably have killed the six-fingered black man long ago.

The gap between masters is even greater than the gap between first-rate masters and second-rate masters. The six-fingered black man has not practiced the Mohist Kung Fu to the ninth level, but only has the strength of the eighth level, which is really not enough in front of Yang Ming. watch.

"Attack." Thieves Zhi let out a low voice, linking his hands, and there was a howling sound between the hidden weapons.

When Yan Lingji saw this, she moved her palms, the fire hairpin rotated, and a line of fire rotated, forming a small flame array, knocking down all the hidden weapons, the flames rose from the other palm, turning into a flame sword energy to kill. go.

Standing in front of the boat, Yan Dan looked at Zhao Guo on the other side of the Zhang River, with a gloomy look on his face. With his skill, he could not cross the Zhang River. Although there was a boat in front of him, he could not row a boat. He was born in Yan. He never learned the art of sailing in the palace.

Turning around to look at the four Mohist disciples who were besieging Yan Lingji, Yan Dan looked undecided: Forget it, let's just fight for our lives.

Knowing that he had no chance to leave alone, Yan Dan could only feel guilty. At the moment, he had no other choice but to capture Yan Lingji, use Yan Lingji as a hostage, and join forces with Master Six Finger Black Man. Fleeed into the territory of Zhao State.

"Is that a member of the Mo family?" On a small mound made of sand in a river bend in the distance, Gongsun Linglong looked at the battlefield in the distance with a look of astonishment on his face.

"How did you meet him in this place?" Gongsun Pu saw the familiar sword light and felt a non-existent coolness spreading from his eyebrows. Under this, his most proud master's movement was broken by a single move, and he was almost hit by a sword. Now that he saw that familiar sword light again, the fear engraved deep in his memory dissipated again. Come, dominate his nerves.

"Uncle, do we want to take action?" Gongsun Linglong looked at Gongsun Pu beside her and said. The famous family still had some friendship with the Mo family. Seeing that the Mo family was in danger, she felt that as a disciple of the famous family, she should do something.

"Take action? What action?" Gongsun Pu asked subconsciously, dominated by the fear that was constantly amplifying in his memory.

"Help the people of the Mo family?" Gongsun Linglong looked at Gongsun Pu in confusion, his uncle was afraid.

"Didn't you see who the person who fought against the Mohist giant was? How could we interfere in such a battle? Let's go, leave here as quickly as possible, and pretend we didn't see anything." Gongsun Pu said tremblingly.

His swordsmanship became more and more terrifying, and this was not even his true strength. Since he almost died in the Taihang Mountains that year, Gongsun Pu has made a detailed investigation into Yang Ming's identity, including the battle under Qicheng City. He knew very well that although the sword in Yang Ming's hand was sharp, it was stronger. But it was the mysterious and unknown martial arts, with invincible defense and unparalleled attack. When encountering such a being, he had no time to escape, so how could he even think about wading into this muddy water.

The person he was fighting against here was a giant from the Mohist family, and he was not the head of their famous family. The giant from the Mohist family didn't have that much respect here.

"No, he has already discovered us." Before Gongsun Linglong said anything, Gongsun Pu felt a chill in his heart, and a line of sight passed across his body as if it spanned the distance of time and space.

The line of sight only stayed on him for a moment, and then fell to where Yan Lingji was.

Yan Lingji was a little reluctant to fight against four Mohist disciples who had a tacit understanding of each other with one person, but with Yan Dan whose strength had already exceeded the first level and was even better than hers, Yan Lingji really couldn't stop her. .

When the flames rose, Yan Lingji pushed her own power to the limit. The flames that shot up into the sky turned into a flame and enveloped her. She could temporarily block attacks including Yan Dan, but that original It is an indestructible flame, but now it is like a candle in the wind, and may be torn apart at any time.

"Here we come." Gongsun Pu saw the scene in front of him, and the memories of the past were reflected in his eyes: "Who can be the best between the bright and the dark?"

"Tianwen?" Gongsun Linglong whispered, and her eyes subconsciously followed Gongsun Pu's gaze to the battlefield where the Mohist giant was.

In her sight, the Mohist giant seemed like a ball of ink intruding into the clear water. The ink-colored sword energy rendered the clear river of heaven and earth into ink color, giving people a feeling of overwhelmingness, as if facing the heaven and earth directly. This is Grandmaster? Just like my grandfather.

"It's just, what is Ming Zhao and Hui An, and who can master it?"

In Gongsun Linglong's doubts, a sword energy seemed to come from the end of time and space soared into the sky. Gongsun Linglong closed her eyes subconsciously. In the sea of ​​ink sword energy, suddenly there was a swimming dragon of sword energy. Wherever he passed, it was like the line dividing yin and yang in the Taoist Tai Chi diagram. The sea of ​​ink surged and was separated by a sword, revealing the figure of the six-fingered black man.

"What will his second sword be?" Gongsun Pu stared at the separated Mo Hai sword energy, feeling extremely nervous.

In Gongsun Pu's sight, the six-fingered black man waved the Mohist inheritance treasure Mo Mei, activating the split sword energy of the sea of ​​ink. The surging sea of ​​ink continued to condense, turning into sword energy Mo eyebrows, flying around him. Central composition: "Standing in a rut."

In an instant, a cube composed of sword energy and black eyebrows enveloped the six-fingered black man. This move is the strongest defense of the Mo family.

"The circle is the ninth level, which camp can save it!" A figure jumped up and merged with the sunlight. A sword came with the power to cut the sky and slashed at the six-fingered black man's stick to the rules.

An echoing sound turned into a sound wave ripple and spread out. The rut has not been broken, but the six-fingered black man has flown out upside down, and the black eyebrows in his hand are trembling. No matter how the rut changes, all the sword energy of the black eyebrows They all run around the body of Mo Mei, which is the central axis.

The second sword of Tianwen takes the circle as the nine layers, which means the camp is divided. This sword asks where the axis of the celestial body is tied, and where is the fixed pole of the sky? This sword can even be used by the heavens, let alone the sword of the Mohist family.

With one strike of the sword, he struck directly at Mo Mei, the center of the rut. With one sword move, the rut was broken.

The six-fingered black man who was knocked away by a sword tried his best to use all his strength, not caring about mobilizing the internal energy that had become chaotic due to the enemy's attack. With such crazy mobilization, he caused damage to the meridians. He had to block the third sword. Otherwise, everything is over.

"Cang Long Yin." The six-fingered black man squeezed his own Qi and blood skills to the limit. The white lines between the trembling black eyebrows in his hands seemed to come alive. Between the leaps and jumps, more arcs were made, surrounding the black eyebrows continuously. Combining them, a blue dragon leaped out.

"The first question is to break the sea of ​​ink, the second question is to break the rut, and what is the third question?" Gongsun Pu stared at the battlefield. At this moment, he had forgotten his fear. He only wanted to know, Yang Ming's question from heaven. The third question is what it will be.

"What's the use of eight pillars? What's wrong with the southeast!" In Gongsun Pu's sight, Yang Ming's figure was divided into eight, trapping the six-fingered black man in the center. The eight-hand Tianwen pointed at the six-fingered black man at the same time.

"Isn't this a distraction of power? What's the mystery behind this question?" Gongsun Pu thought subconsciously.

The six-fingered black man obviously wanted to attack with all his strength. As an opponent, Yang Ming's best choice at this time was either to hide or to fight against the strong. But spreading the power now is obviously not a good choice.

In the next moment, Gongsun Pu's doubts were answered. In his sight, eight Tianwen Sword Qi fell from the sky, and instantly converged at one point, turning into a sword Qi that surpassed his own body. It was eight times the peak sword energy. Qi melts into a sword.

Yang Ming's eight-sword move does not divide the power into eight, but superimposes the power eight times. This kind of sword can only be used by Yang Ming, who has practiced three-thirds of the energy and has almost endless real energy. It can only be used if it exists.

Why should the eight pillars be used, and why should the southeast suffer? It is the ninth question of Qu Yuan's Heaven's Question, and it is also the third sword of Yang Ming's Heaven's Question. Where do the eight pillars supporting the sky point? Qu Yuan asked this question with a masterpiece of Chu Ci, while Yang Ming used a sword to make it bigger. What is the role of the eight pillars? You should take the enemy as your target and point the eight pillars at the enemy to completely suppress them.

This sword is an extremely domineering sword, capable of destroying everything, but as the saying goes, when the moon is full, it will be weak. Among the third swords of Tianwen, although the power is compared to the first sword of Tianwen, Ming Zhaohui An, who can be the most powerful? He Tianwen's second sword circle is of nine levels, and among all the swordsmen, it is the most powerful and domineering, but it is not without vitality.

The glimmer of hope for Tianwen's Third Sword lies in the "Southeast Why Lose", but unfortunately, the Six-Fingered Black Man obviously doesn't know this.

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