Travel through the heavens

Chapter 218: National Tragedy, 6-Pulse Sword Formation

Xie Xuan was stunned and sighed: "You young people, don't flatter me. I am not that knowledgeable. The "Six Meridians Divine Sword" that Brother Fang is using now is purely a sword technique that uses internal force. It is truly mysterious and profound, but I have never heard of it."

Although it is not easy to emit sword energy purely with internal force, it is not a difficult task either. However, if you can also use internal force to transform sword energy and perform sword techniques at the same time, it is truly rare in the world.

Tang Lian stared for a long time and asked doubtfully, "Senior Fang's Six Meridians Divine Sword is indeed peerless, but why do I feel like Senior Fang didn't try his best?"

Tang Lian had witnessed with her own eyes that day that Grand Eunuch Jin Xuan, who was at the Half-Step Divine Wandering Realm, could not withstand a single move from Senior Fang. But now, Luo Qingyang, who was also at the Half-Step Divine Wandering Realm, had been battling him for such a long time, which made Tang Lian feel a little strange.

Xie Xuan nodded: "Brother Fang did not use his full strength. As for how much he used, I have never fought with Brother Fang, so I can't tell."

"Luo Qingyang has already danced to the fifth move, the Great Sima. Originally, from this move onwards, all the moves would be killing swords. But now, this killing sword can't make any progress at all." Xie Xuan sighed softly.

Under Fang Muye's Six Meridians Sword Qi, Luo Qingyang's sword dance would occasionally pause for a moment, which was a sign of being suppressed.

Luo Qingyang frowned slightly, and then his sword changed direction.

"According to the order, this sword dance should be performed by Shao Siming?" Lei Wujie scratched his head and said puzzledly: "But this momentum is too vast."

Xie Xuan was also shocked, and then shook his head: "It's not Shao Siming! This is Guoshen. Luo Qingyang didn't dance according to the order, but directly used Guoshen!"

"Is this the National Sword Dance?" Almost everyone in the venue was shocked.

At this moment, the sword wind was dancing wildly and the whistling sound was rising, as if there were millions of warriors singing sad songs in the sword wind.

"Fuck Wu Ge is wearing rhinoceros armor, the chariot is in the wrong hub, and the soldiers are short-circuited. The flags cover the sun and the enemy is like a cloud, and the arrows fall and the soldiers compete for the first place."

Xie Xuan played the sword and hummed softly along with the whistling sound.

After the sword wind arose, the sword momentum followed.

How to describe the sword force?

It is like thousands of warriors hiding in the clouds, beating drums with hammers and singing, shouting at the top of their lungs, sad and desolate. Thousands of warriors are dead, but their patriotic spirit remains.

Sikong Qianluo murmured, "Why do I feel an inexplicable sadness rising in my heart when I see him dancing with the sword? I can't help it... I can't help but want to cry?"

Xie Xuan sighed: "This is the sword of national martyrdom, the best of the desolate swords, and Luo Qingyang's most powerful swordsmanship."

Ye Ruoyi asked: "What is national mourning?"

Xie Xuan explained slowly, "Those who died without courage on the battlefield are not buried in coffins as usual. They are all ownerless ghosts called 'Shang'. Do you know why Luo Qingyang chose Muliang City? In the past, Muliang City was a strong pass in the west. A hundred thousand soldiers were buried here. Their country was defeated and left in a hurry, leaving only these dead soldiers lying there, exposed in the wilderness, with no one to collect them until they turned into dust a hundred years later. This sorrow is the national sorrow."

Xiao Se frowned and said with emotion: "What kind of desolation can compare to the desolation of the country?"

"I wonder how Senior Fang will deal with this?" Wuxin couldn't help but feel a little expectant.

At this time, downstairs, in front of the palace gate, Fang Muye stood opposite Luo Qingyang, but he felt as if he had come to a new place.

That place belongs to Luo Qingyang and to Luo Qingyang's Jiuge Sword.

There, the wind is desolate, everything is desolate, and there is a faint sound of someone singing sadly in my ears.

"A sword carves out a world of its own. In this world, the one holding the sword is the master. Is this the so-called sword power of a sword immortal?" Fang Muye smiled slightly and suddenly pointed his finger.

This time, it was no longer just one finger at a time like before, but all six fingers were extended at the same time, and the six meridians of sword energy were released at the same time.

Use the six meridians to divide the world into six parts, and use the up and down four directions, the two yin and yang four symbols to divide the heaven and the earth.

This is the Six Meridians Sword Formation.

For a moment, strange phenomena appeared one after another.

The Azure Dragon, Vermillion Bird, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise appeared and stood in the east, south, west, and north. There was a bright blue sky above and a thick earth below, encircling Luo Qingyang in the middle.

Luo Qingyang gently raised the Jiuge Sword, still as desolate as the wind. The warrior's tragic song in the sword wind seemed to have come to an end. It was no longer as heroic and high-pitched as at the beginning, but became low and long.

The Six Meridians Sword Formation and the National Martyrdom collided, and sword energy suddenly overflowed.

The onlookers who were closer felt that the corners of their clothes seemed to be torn, and they suddenly felt a burning pain on their faces. When they touched their faces, they found that they had been cut by the sword energy. They were so scared that they immediately stepped back.

Only now did they understand how intense and dangerous this confrontation was.

Everyone looked towards the field again, and saw that Fang Muye and Luo Qingyang had stopped fighting, and stood facing each other in silence.

Sikong Qianluo asked in confusion: "Is the fight over? Who won?"

"Not yet. They just stopped temporarily." Xie Xuan shook his head: "The swords they used just now really don't look like human swords. We are so honored to see such peerless swords."

Xie Xuan threw the teacup in his hand onto the table and shouted, "Boss, change the wine."

"Is Mr. Xie in the mood?" Xiao Se asked.

Xie Xuan laughed loudly: "It's more than just a feeling of interest. I just want to play the sword and sing. Today's trip was not in vain."

How could any swordsman suppress his excitement and excitement when witnessing such a grand duel?

"Today has really opened my eyes. I realized that I was just a frog in a well in the past." Tang Lian's tone was also full of emotion.

"Good." Someone among the surrounding swordsmen suddenly shouted, and the other swordsmen couldn't help but cheer loudly.

Luo Qingyang, who had been standing still with his sword in hand, suddenly frowned and asked in a low voice, "Has Mr. Fang entered a trance?"

"Yes." Fang Muye nodded slightly: "I, Mr. Guan Luo, am also going to cross that line, right?"

Luo Qingyang looked up at the sky and murmured, "A thin line separates us from heaven and earth. I have been in the half-step divine realm for more than ten years. It seems that the distance is only a foot of water, and I can jump in one step, but if my shoes get wet, I will be defeated. It is my good fortune to be able to see the divine realm today. However, since Mr. Fang has entered the divine realm, my previous feeling was not wrong. May I ask Mr. Fang, why didn't you try your best just now?"

Fang Muye smiled slightly: "This time we are just testing the sword, not caring about winning or losing."

Luo Qingyang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed.

This was the first time he laughed since entering Apocalypse City.

"I see." Luo Qingyang said slowly, "I also have a sword dance called 'Ceremony Soul'. Please give it a try, Mr. Fang."

Fang Muye nodded: "Okay! I also have a sword, please try it, Mr. Luo."

"Disciple, please lend me your sword." Fang Muye suddenly stretched out his right hand and said loudly.