Travel through the heavens

Lei Wujie sighed softly: "It was really an exciting duel."

Although Hua Jin didn't know how to use swords, he was still shocked by the last sword strike and asked Fang Muye, "Master, who won?"

Fang Muye smiled and said, "Luo Qingyang is the winner. However, this duel should not be judged solely on winning or losing."

Xie Xuan raised the teacup in his hand and drank it all. He looked downstairs and sighed, "Yes, judging this sword by winning or losing is vulgar."

It may be vulgar, but there must be a result, and many people watching at the scene didn’t know who won, they all wanted a definite answer.

Yan Zhantian downstairs said in a deep voice: "More than a month ago, I had a battle with Zhao Yuzhen. At that time, I said that his sword was better than yours. Now it seems that he was not as good as you are now."

Luo Qingyang replied calmly: "I really want to ask about Zhao Yuzhen's sword, and I will ask."

Yan Zhantian took one last look at Luo Qingyang, then turned and left.

Luo Qingyang inserted the Jiuge Sword into the soil.

His journey of swordsmanship has not yet ended, and he is waiting for the next swordsman to come.

However, even if the swordsmen watching at first wanted to try their hand, after watching the peerless battle between the two sword masters, Luo Qingyang and Yan Zhantian, they no longer knew their own strengths and weaknesses, so who would dare to step forward and try their hand at sword fighting?

Not only would you lose face, but if you lost your life, it would be truly a tragedy.

"Brother Xie, you are also a sword immortal, why don't you ask about Luo Qingyang's sword?"

Xie Xuan shook his head: "Forget it, I'll try my best, at most I'll be like Yan Zhantian just now, I can't beat him, I can't beat him. Besides, although I'm called a sword immortal, I'm actually just a scholar, scholars talk, not fight."

Fang Muye smiled and said, "Thank you, brother, for being so modest."

Xie Xuan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Brother Fang, why don't you go and ask?"

Fang Muye nodded slightly: "Okay."

Xie Xuan was stunned: "Are you really going?"

"Since a war is inevitable, we might as well resolve it as soon as possible."

Fang Muye stood up and took a step outside the teahouse. Then, under the gaze of everyone, he walked slowly in front of Luo Qingyang, step by step in the air.

"Fang Muye, come and ask for the sword."

Everyone in the world knows that two people who have never been heard of before suddenly appeared on the latest list of the best published by Bai Xiaotang, Mo Yi and Fang Muye.

Everyone in the world also knows that Fang Muye and Baili Dongjun are tied for second place, and their ranking on the top list is even higher than the Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang.

But what most people didn't expect was that Fang Muye, who ranked second on the list, was so young that he looked to be in his early twenties.

The crowd watching was suddenly in an uproar, and began to discuss in low voices.

Luo Qingyang slowly opened his eyes, looked at Fang Muye, and nodded gently: "Mr. Fang."

Fang Muye smiled and said, "Mr. Luo."

Luo Qingyang said calmly: "Mr. Fang ranks second on the list of the best. I have admired him for a long time. I am honored to meet him today."

Fang Muye smiled and said, "I have heard of Mr. Luo's name for a long time. Nice to meet you."

"Luo is eager to fight with Mr. Fang." Luo Qingyang looked at Fang Muye and suddenly shook his head: "However, now I am asking Jian Tianqi, does Mr. Fang also know how to use a sword?"

Fang Muye smiled slightly: “Of course, Mr. Luo has lived in Muliang City for a long time, and he may not have heard a word.”

"What?" Luo Qingyang asked.

Fang Muye chuckled and said, "If Fang Muye had not been born, the sword path would have been as dark as ever."

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

Even if you are ranked second on the best list, it is too arrogant to say such things in front of three of the five greatest sword masters in the world. It also shows that you don't take the five greatest sword masters and all the swordsmen in the world seriously.

"Brother Fang, what you said is true... true..." Ru Jianxian chuckled and shook his head, not knowing how to describe it for a moment.

"So arrogant, mighty and domineering." Lei Wujie murmured.

His eyes were shining with wonder. He felt that these two lines of poetry by his master really expressed what a swordsman should pursue and described the swordsman's unparalleled style. He hoped that one day he could also achieve the path of a sword immortal and be able to say such words like his master.

If Heaven had not created me, Lei Wujie, the sword path would have been like a long night forever.

Seeing Lei Wujie so excited, Xiao Se and Wu Xin looked at each other and shrugged.

Since his appearance, Luo Qingyang's expression and tone have always been tepid, with a kind of indifference and vagueness. But at this moment, after hearing Fang Muye's words, his expression finally changed, with a little more surprise: "Okay! But, Mr. Fang, where is your sword?"

Fang Muye raised his hand and said slowly: "This is my sword. I have a set of sword techniques called "Six Meridians Divine Sword", which uses internal force to exert sword energy. I would like to ask Mr. Luo to try it."

"Please teach me." Luo Qingyang nodded and grasped the hilt of the Jiuge Sword.

Everyone just saw Fang Muye smile, and then he actually raised his right thumb towards Luo Qingyang, which still felt very strange.

But Luo Qingyang's expression suddenly became solemn, because when Fang Muye stretched out his thumb, a sword energy shot out, as if a bolt of lightning struck the sky, like a storm.

Luo Qingyang retreated violently, swung the Jiuge Sword in his hand violently, making a perfect circle to meet the sword energy.

This time, the Jiuge Sword was still unsheathed.

All I heard was a loud bang, like a bolt of thunder out of the blue, shaking for a hundred miles.

Luo Qingyang only felt a numbness in his sword-holding arm, and was startled.

Fang Muye smiled again, then stretched out his right ring finger, and a sword energy shot out from the Guanchong acupoint.

This sword energy was ancient and heavy, and its speed seemed very slow, but Luo Qingyang, who was facing the sword energy directly, had a more solemn expression.

He only felt that the space he was in became stagnant and his movements were also affected, becoming much slower.

Luo Qingyang's eyes revealed a hint of excitement, and he shouted: "Good sword!"

But he waved his long sleeves, and the Jiuge Sword was finally unsheathed, and slowly stabbed towards the sword energy.

When the Jiuge sword and Guan Chong's sword energy met, everything seemed to slow down in an instant, and then returned to normal after a moment.

Fang Muye smiled lightly and said, "Mr. Luo, be careful."

After he finished speaking, the true energy in his body immediately gushed out. For a moment, the six sword techniques of Shao Shang, Shang Yang, Zhong Chong, Guan Chong, Shao Chong and Shao Ze were integrated and flew around, continuously shooting towards Luo Qingyang.

The sword energy is vigorous and powerful, and the aura is magnificent. It is the Shao Shang Sword.

The sword energy is ingenious, flexible and elusive; it is the Shangyang Sword.

The sword energy opens and closes with great momentum, it is the Zhongchong sword.

The sword energy is stagnant, simple, ancient, straight and heavy; it is the Guanchong sword.

The sword energy was so light and swift that no one knew where it came from. It was Shao Chong's sword.

The sword energy came and went, changing subtly. It was the Shaoze Sword.

Faced with this overwhelming sword energy, Luo Qingyang's swordsmanship was no longer as simple as before, one sword at a time, but began to become complicated and diverse, especially his steps, which were fast and sporadic, but there was a strange feeling.

His sword force was surging and violent at first, then became ethereal and elegant, and then soft and affectionate...

"Is this... a sword dance?" Lei Wujie understood something about it, but he was not sure.

"It is indeed a sword dance." Wuxin nodded.

"But what kind of sword dance is this?" Lei Wujie asked again.

Wu Xin thought for a long time and glared at him: "I don't use a sword, how would I know."

Thus, everyone's eyes turned to Xie Xuan.

Xie Xuan shook his head helplessly: "It turns out that two gods are fighting below, and I, a teacher, am telling a story above. Okay, I know. Luo Qingyang's sword dance is an eleven-style sword dance he created himself. It takes more than half an hour to perform it from beginning to end. The full name of this sword dance is Jiuge, the same name as his sword."

"The first nine of the eleven sword dances have the same names as the gods in ancient mythology. The temperaments of the sword dances are different according to the characteristics of the gods. They are Donghuang Taiyi, Yunzhongjun, Xiangjun, Xiangfuren, Da Siming, Shao Siming, Dongjun, Hebo and Shan Gui. The last two are the National Sorrow with a tragic aura and vast sword power, which can be called peerless, and the Li Hun that gathers all the sword energy into one sword. He should be dancing to the Xiangfuren style now." Xie Xuan glanced downstairs and said slowly.

"Sir, you are very knowledgeable." Wuxin clasped his hands together and said with emotion.

The others followed suit and clasped their fists, praising him: "Sir, you are very knowledgeable."