Fighter of the Destiny

Everyone in the Tang family in Wenshui knew that their young master could not endure a long battle - the impatience here was not that he could not hold on, or that he had no stamina, but that he was impatient.

Tonight, Tang Thirty-Six was very impatient. He stepped forward with his right foot, and the weed swayed with the wind. The Wenshui Sword in his hand shone with the stars in the sky, and he rolled towards Qijian. The sword energy The night sky was torn apart, and there was a faint flash of fire.

Collect the evening clouds!

Among the crowd watching the battle on the stone steps in front of the palace, some people who knew this swordsmanship exclaimed in surprise.

Tang Thirty-Six's true energy was exhausted, and his sword energy was flowing freely, as if it was really burning under the night sky.

The few clouds floating slowly above the square were lit by the firelight on the sword, and seemed to burn, just like the flaming clouds at sunset.

What's even more terrifying is that there is infinite sword intent hidden in that burning evening cloud, and the sword intent is extremely sharp.

Everyone was shocked, thinking that this young man was indeed proud and unruly.

Gou Hanshi's expression also became solemn. He could imagine that Tang Sanliu left Wenshui and practiced in the Tiandao Temple in Kyoto for several months. He must have made progress compared with before, and he was no longer ranked third on the Qingyun List. The strength of the 16th, but he did not expect that his strength had improved so much and reached such a level.

The evening clouds were burning on the night sky, and the sword intent hit his face. Qi Jian's thin body was crumbling, his face was slightly pale, but no fear could be seen.

He shouted softly, and sealed the Iron Ruler Sword in his hand across his chest, like two peaks on the river slowly closing together, blocking out all the brilliance of the setting sun!

Tang Thirty-Six continued to move forward, and the whole field was filled with fire. The sword moved in the middle, extremely domineering, and gradually became brighter. The head of the sword actually condensed into a ball of dazzling white light!

The dark square in front of the temple was first illuminated by evening clouds, and then suddenly became as bright as day, as if the morning sun had risen in advance, and as if the setting sun had been pulled back to the world again by someone!

Sunset Hanging!

The crowd watching the battle burst into exclamation again.

It was only at this moment that those knowledgeable experts finally confirmed that Tang Sanliu had completely mastered the true meaning of Wenshui Tang Family's swordsmanship!

The evening clouds are gathering!

The sunset hangs!

Ichikawa Kaede!

Wenshui Three Styles!

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The Wenshui Three Styles are the most powerful swordsmanship of the Wenshui Tang family. This set of swordsmanship only has three moves, but it is enough to change the day.

With Tang Thirty-Six's current level of cultivation, even if he learned this set of swordsmanship, he would definitely not be able to fully exert the power of this set of swordsmanship, but it was already powerful enough.

With his lazy temperament, he devoted himself to practicing this set of swordsmanship for four full years. Coupled with the hard training in recent months, he finally became proficient in it. He originally wanted to use it at the Ivy Banquet, or to directly destroy Tian Haiyaer, or to use it at the most critical moment of the battle with Zhuang Changyu, but he never had the chance until tonight against Qijian.

There was a shocked discussion in front of the hall.

Chen Changsheng was a little confused and asked Luoluo, What's wrong?

These three swords are very powerful, they are burning and killing swords.

Luoluo said: But the reason why everyone was shocked, apart from this, is also because no one thought that Tang Sanliu would use the strongest means as soon as he came up.

Chen Changsheng was silent, thinking, is there anything wrong with this?

No one will hit the ground running with a big move.

Luo Luo knew that his husband had no experience in cultivation or fighting, so he thought about it and said, This is... too rude.

Very unscrupulous indeed.

On the stone steps in front of the temple, no matter the ancestral temple, the Thirteenth Division of Qingzhen, as well as the southern sects such as Saintess Peak, the elders of the sects were busy and ready to explain the details of this battle to the disciples. However, who would have thought , as soon as the battle started, Tang Sanliu used his ultimate move, and the victory was right in front of him.

The teachers and elders of those sectarian colleges had no time to say anything. They could only sigh with emotion or be shocked and speechless.

Monk warriors seldom use their ultimate moves in battles. Of course, it is not because of their coolness or magnanimity, nor does it have anything to do with being unsophisticated. The most important thing is because the ultimate move is the most powerful move, and that is the victory. If you put your hands behind you and use your ultimate move, it means you will see the outcome in the next moment.

This kind of scene will only occur in those battles where strong and weak are clearly defined.

The extremely confident strong will choose this method, or the underdog who knows they are outmatched can only break the pot and fall.

The realms of Tang Thirty-Six and Qijian seemed that if this battle were to proceed at a normal pace, it would take at least dozens of moves to determine the winner.

There was no reason for him to take such a risk, and the outcome would be decided as soon as he made a move.

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Tang Thirty-Six was not impatient, nor was he too confident, nor was he unconfident.

He knew that the amount and purity of Qijian's true energy was slightly better than his own. If we were to talk about the true meaning and mystery of swordsmanship, the Lishan Sword Sect would probably be better than the Wenshui Tang Family. If the battle continued like this If you go on, you will still be the one who loses in the end.

He wants to win, so he must be the first to win.

The winner is whoever gets the momentum first.

He did not hesitate to use the three Wenshui moves at the bottom of the box. The evening clouds gathered together with the setting sun, and two extremely powerful sword moves came out overwhelmingly, directly enveloping Qijian.

This is called momentum.

He had studied the battle between Zhuang Changyu and Qi Jian two years ago very thoroughly, and he knew what Qi Jian's weaknesses were.

He believes that although two years have passed, Qijian will definitely become stronger and his mind will become more stable, but there is still no way to completely change that weakness.

Because a twelve-year-old child, after two years, is still a child under fourteen years old.

Children will be children after all.

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Children are too young and have too little experience. Most importantly, they cannot withstand as much pressure as adults. After all, not everyone is like Chen Changsheng, who has been living in the world since he was ten years old. In the midst of the most terrifying pressure.

Qi Jian is the youngest disciple of Lishan Sword Sect, but he is also one of the two people who bear the most pressure in Lishan. The other one is Qiu Shanjun.

Before he was twelve years old, he was able to fight head-on with the strongest student of Tiandao Academy. Even if he lost, it could be said to be shocking. The most legendary uncle from Lishan, while traveling around the world, accidentally returned to the mountain and gained Knowing this, I once commented: There is this son in the mountains, and he will not fall for a thousand years.

What a high evaluation this is, and what a heavy pressure this is.

Qijian practiced and studied under such pressure. At a young age, he became more and more silent and became more and more like a little adult.

But just as Tang Sanliu thought, children are children after all.

Tang Thirty-Six took action with the Three Wenshui Styles, aiming to break the pressure he endured to the extreme.

This pressure alone would crush Qijian.

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Apart from Mao Qiuyu and other senior experts, only Gou Hanshi understood Tang Sanliu's intention immediately.

His expression became more and more solemn. He knew that his junior brother was talented, but because of his age, he always had weaknesses. He was defeated by Zhuang Changyu two years ago. Everyone thought it was due to lack of experience and years of practice. However, he understood that the reason why the younger brother lost with that sword in the end was because he was not decisive enough.

The reason why he was not decisive enough was because Qi Jian panicked, and the reason why he panicked was because he was under too much pressure.

Sure enough, facing the sword that was burning like evening clouds, facing the sunset-like white glow on the tip of Tang Sanliu's sword, Qi Jian's expression was still calm, the Iron Ruler Sword was still calm and steady, and there was no sign of any disorder in his aura. , the two invisible cliffs were still slowly closing in, but Gou Hanshi could see...he began to panic.

Gou Hanshi frowned slightly.

Some people may think that Tang Sanliu's thoughts hidden in his sword intention are shameless and bullying the young, but he doesn't think so. As he said before, as long as it is based on one's own ability, that's fine. Yes, since it is a battle, both the psychology and the ability to withstand pressure can be attacked.

He just felt that it was a pity that his junior brother was obviously stronger than his opponent, but he had to lose due to psychological reasons.

Tang Sanliu's figure had already arrived in front of Qijian.

The Wenshui Sword ignited all the clouds in the night sky, and all the weeds in the brick cracks in the square in front of the temple turned into jade color.

Everywhere is on fire, and the setting sun covers the earth.

Qi Jian's expression was resolute, his iron ruler sword was like a mountain cliff, guarding the clear stream in his heart, refusing to dry up.

Tang Sanliu didn't give him any chance.

With a clear whistle, the Wenshui Sword trembled violently, as if there were thousands of streams flowing through the sword, and eventually turned into a river.

The burning evening clouds in the sky, the setting sun at the head of the sword, and the jade grass on the ground all fell on the sword and in the river, turning into more than 100,000 gold coins.

The sword intent was completely restrained, and the river swayed gently onto the bank. The row of green trees on the bank burned like red maples in autumn.

The last of Wenshui's three postures.

Ichikawa Kaede!

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There was a hint of panic on Qi Jian's face.

At this time, many people had already seen that he was going to lose.

This close disciple of the head of the Lishan Sword Sect had to be defeated in such an aggrieved manner before he could fully utilize the subtleties of the Lishan Sword Sect.

Seeing the confusion and pain in his junior brother's eyes, Gou Hanshi finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He looked at the field and shouted: The clouds are gone and the clouds are coming to the mountains far and near!

The voice reached Qijian's ears, and the young man didn't understand why his senior brother would say such a sentence at such a critical moment.

This sentence is a partial sect of Lishan Sword Technique, a very common move. To be more precise, it is the Qingxin Sword Technique that all disciples will learn after getting started.

But just like how he used to practice sword practice and test moves in Lishan, Qi Jian honestly followed his senior brother's instructions without any hesitation.

He raised his right knee, his wrist was slightly bent, and the iron ruler sword was quickly retracted, and his body was swept back like a load in the wind.

With this retreat, the two falling cliffs stopped in mid-air.

Tang Sanliu's Wenshui Sword followed the trend, shining brightly in the night sky, and instantly arrived in front of Qi Jian.

wipe! wipe! wipe! wipe!

Qijian's robe had several corners broken off, and a faint bloody mouth appeared on his shoulder. He looked extremely embarrassed, but he managed to escape from Tang Sanliu's sword!

No one could have imagined such an ending.

People are very sure that the key lies in the retreat of Qijian.

What's so magical about that retreat? How could you avoid the Three Wenshui Styles?

Qi Jian knew very well that it was his body technique and sword intention that avoided Wenshui's three movements.

But the prerequisite is that retreat.

You must retreat before you can regain your footing.

To retreat is to admit one's inferiority and to go with the flow.

Whether the mountain peaks are far or near, sometimes the only thing that matters is whether the cloud on the horizon is coming or going.

What Gou Hanshi taught him was not specific sword moves, but how to deal with pressure correctly.

Because of age and some objective reasons, there will always be a moment when I cannot bear the pressure.

It is courage to hold on, but it is wisdom to learn to retreat.

Gou Han used his own wisdom to help Qijian eliminate the pressure brought by Tang Sanliu's Wenshui Three Styles.

Next, it was Tang Sanliu's turn to bear the pressure.

Qi Jian's expression was slightly peaceful, and his sword power resumed, as sharp as the rocks on the mountain peaks.

But unlike before, the iron ruler sword in his hand followed the trend and followed the clouds.

The two cliffs no longer closed together slowly as before, but directly...collapsed!

The night wind was blowing strong, and his clothes were rustling. The young man rushed forward with his sword, breaking the setting sun. The sword was as powerful as a cliff falling suddenly!

The cliff suddenly broke, and the evening clouds collapsed in chaos!

Tang Thirty-Six groaned, sheathed his sword and stepped back on the clouds with his feet, his movements were indescribably casual and free.

A muffled sound echoed through the night sky until now.

That was the sound of the Wenshui Sword and the Iron Ruler Sword meeting.

In just an instant, the situation was reversed.

As soon as they met, a bloody mouth appeared between Tang Sanliu's chest and abdomen.

He landed on his feet and held the sword by his side, the hand holding the hilt shaking slightly.

He knew that he was already at a disadvantage, but he didn't feel any panic.

At this moment, a voice sounded behind him.

Back off again!

Tang Sanliu recognized Chen Changsheng's voice, what was he thinking?

How cool it is to stand with your sword in hand and wait for Qi Jian to attack, but if you take a step back, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

That's what he thought, but for some reason his feet took a few steps back.

Just as he left, a very deep crack appeared on the ground where he had been standing!

Tang Thirty-Six's expression changed slightly. Only then did he realize that Qi Jian's sword intent had actually lurked here silently!

It was only then that the opponent's sword power was exhausted!

The cliff fell suddenly, cutting across the river and destroying the red maples on the bank, but the rocks that burst out were farther than what people could see!

If it hadn't been for Chen Changsheng's reminder, he would have been seriously injured by now!

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Gou Hanshi was surprised and looked at Chen Changsheng.

There was silence on the stone steps in front of the palace, and everyone's eyes fell on Chen Changsheng.

The confrontation between Tang Thirty-Six and Qijian only lasted a few moves, and within a short time, each encountered great danger.

Gou Hanshi was able to see through the true meaning of Wenshui's three moves, and with one shout, he helped Qi Jian use the most common technique in Lishan Sword Art to defeat it. This kind of insight and this kind of coping wisdom are truly amazing. But he was a cold-blooded person, so no one would be too shocked or surprised.

But...why was Chen Changsheng able to see through Qijian's sword power? Why does he look so familiar with Lishan swordsmanship?

Could it be that he, like Gou Hanshi, has extremely broad knowledge?

No one can believe this reasoning.

Xiao Songgong didn't believe it either. He thought about the old incident hundreds of years ago and looked at Jin Yulu across the square with even more resentment in his eyes.

The silence in the field only lasted for a short period of time before it was broken again.

Chen Changsheng seemed unable to feel the hundreds of glances falling on him.

He withdrew his gaze from Tang Sanliu and looked at Gou Hanshi opposite.

Pour the golden vase!

The sea is heavy!

Window shadow light!

Hang your sword in the forest!

He said four words in a row.

Those are the names of four sword moves.

Four moves in Wenshui Tang Family Swordsmanship.

Next chapter, at night. The title of this chapter is the novel by Ningcuiya.