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Volume 6: Five Mountains Alliance Volume 7: Swordsman Chapter 31: The Final Chapter: Swordsman

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    Zuo Lengchan's face was ashen and he didn't say a word. He moved his steps, turned to one side, and stabbed Tang Jinlou's back with his long sword. The sword was fast and accurate. Zuo Lengchan thought that he had never had anything in his life.  A sword has such speed, but when he handed it out, his heart sank. Tang Jinlou turned around to face him, then paused, took a step back, and then took this  The sword avoided.

    Zuo Lengchan could see clearly that the speed at which he moved and drew his sword was much faster than that of Tang Jinlou. However, it seemed that Tang Jinlou had already understood all the changes in the outside world. He even felt that just when he was about to  When he drew his sword, Tang Jinlou had already moved.  This difference in speed did not bring him any advantage at all.

    Zuo Lengchan felt cold in his heart, but he moved faster.  He moved quickly, his figure was charming, and he was extremely fast. However, no matter whether he was moving forward or backward, or wandering left and right, Tang Jinlou seemed to see all the flaws in his body. Often when he saw Tang Jinlou's flaws, his steps were just right.  As he started to move, the jade flute in Tang Jinlou's hand was already handed to the empty space. As soon as he moved, he seemed to have bumped into the hole flute.  He was forced to retreat, and even his aura that was running smoothly was constantly disrupted.

    Zuo Lengchan circled around Tang Jinlou, pausing, jumping, and turning back from time to time. The more he beat, the more frightened he became.  Suddenly he shouted loudly and retreated.

    Zuo Lengchan put his long sword on the ground, stood leaning on it, and stared at Tang Jinlou.  After a long while, he sighed and said, "Good swordsmanship." He raised his left hand and saw that there was no wound or trace of blood on it, but his arm was shaking and could not stop.

    Tang Jinlou said calmly: "I haven't drawn my sword yet."

    Zuo Lengchan's eyes narrowed, and his right hand on the sword hilt couldn't help but tighten. He attacked for two rounds.  They all came back defeated.  He was even injured secretly.  Tang Jinlou said that he had not drawn his sword yet. What did this mean?  His eyes followed Tang Jinlou's movements closely, and he saw his right hand moving slowly to lift the dongxiao.

    Zuo Lengchan's thoughts changed rapidly, and he was secretly thinking about countermeasures.  He had full confidence in the evil-repelling sword manual, but today on Chaoyang Peak, he suffered a big loss, even up to now.  He still doesn't understand why Tang Jinlou can make him so embarrassed, but in any case, he is far faster than Tang Jinlou as he practices the evil sword technique, so no matter how incredible Tang Jinlou's sword moves are, no one can stop him.  As long as he was extremely careful, always staying outside of his sword circle, and never taking the risk of drawing out his sword like he did just now, Tang Jinlou would not be able to catch up with him at his own speed.  His thoughts changed.  Thinking of these, I calmed down.  He took a deep breath.  Calmly, he thought to himself: I want to see what kind of stunning sword you can use.

    He looked at Tang Jinlou intently, but saw that Tang Jinlou did not use the flute as a sword as he expected. He raised his hand and the flute was already placed on his lips.

    Tang Jinlou pressed his fingers on the sound hole. He glanced at Zuo Lengchan, then suddenly turned his head and glanced at the deserted place. Then he turned his head and said softly: "This song is called Swordsman."  , this sword is called Dugu Nine Swords. Two seniors, please take over."

    Zuo Lengchan was nervous and thought to himself, what do you mean, two seniors? Are there still people here?  This thought flashed through his mind.  He stared at Tang Jinlou, trying to see clearly what trick he was trying to play.

    The sound of the flute suddenly sounded.

    The sound seemed to come from an eternal place, and it seemed to come from deep within.  In an instant, Zuo Lengchan's eyes widened, his beard and hair fluttered, as if he was floating. He waved his long sword, dancing so hard that water couldn't splash into it, shouted loudly, and quickly took three steps back.

    On the mountain road.

    Yue Buqun and others are rushing to the top of Chaoyang Peak. Everyone is not sure whether Tang Jinlou can cope with Zuo Lengchan's evil sword technique. From the bottom of their hearts, most of them have seen Dongfang.  Undefeated martial arts, therefore, Zuo Lengchan was also deeply afraid of him at this time.

    When the sound of the flute came from the top of the peak, everyone was rushing on their way without any distractions.  Yue Buqun, who was walking at the front, paused and stopped.  No one asked him why he stopped, they all raised their heads and listened to the subtle voice.

    Yue Buqun murmured: "This is it?"

    Linghu Chong on the side said in a daze: "This is "Swordsman", but there is no harmonious music."

    Fang Zheng said: "Using internal force to activate the sound to subdue the opponent, the lion's roar of Shaolin Temple is such a skill, but the sword intention conveyed by the flute sound is obviously more profound and mysterious, and it cannot be compared to the simplicity and craftsmanship of the lion's roar."

    Mr. Mo Da said: "This place is far away from Chaoyang Peak. It is incredible that the sword's intention can be transmitted here along with the sound of the flute." He paused and said, "It seems that this is the strategy Tang Shaoxia came up with to defeat the enemy.  , focusing his sword intent on the sound of the flute, no matter how fast Zuo Lengchan is, he can't escape. The only thing to worry about is whether his internal strength is enough to deal with Zuo Lengchan? What if Zuo Lengchan is not afraid?What should he do with his internal strength?  "

    Yue Buqun was about to respond when he suddenly heard the sound of the flute turn a higher pitch. When everyone heard the sound of the flute, they didn't feel much about it, but when the sound of the flute changed, a sense of chilling suddenly increased.  Why, it seems that even the breath in Dantian is slightly chaotic.

    Fang Zheng¡¯s expression changed drastically and he said, ¡°Go back quickly.¡±

    Before the crowd had no time to ask, as Fang Zheng continued to retreat, the sound of the flute was like a shadow, and all the way to rise all the way. Everyone felt that it was a vanity, and the breath was faintly shaken.  After retreating dozens of feet, his breath stabilized. Fang Zheng looked at everyone's faces and knew that he was out of the range of this wave of flute sounds. His face softened slightly and he said, "I didn't expect that the changes in internal energy could be so profound and profound.  It was really eye-opening.¡±

    Taoist Chongxu sighed: "We are so far apart and still have to keep retreating. Zuo Lengchan is facing the sound of the flute, but I don't know how he can cope with it."

    Among the people, Fang Zheng and Chongxu had the highest cultivation level and were least affected. The rest of them were all masters after all. Although their breaths were turbulent due to the sound of the flute, as long as they meditated a little and exercised their skills, there would be no major problems.  hinder.  But as Chongxu said, this place is far away from Tang Jinlou, and the sound of the flute is just the aftermath of Chaoyang Peak.

    Yue Buqun suddenly said: "But I wonder if the disciples in the sect will be affected by the sound of the flute?"

    Everybody looked at each other.  They all thought this was impossible.  Mo Da said: "The sound of the flute is transmitted purely by the sword's intention. If you don't have deep cultivation, you can't hear the sound of the flute either. Senior Brother Yue can rest assured."

    Master Dingxian said: "But now if we go to the top of the peak, we have to take over his Xiaoyin Sword Intention, which is meaningless. It is better to go back and look after Senior Brother Yue's disciples first. If someone is not careful and is practicing internal strength,  Maybe you will be disturbed by the sound of the flute. As for Zuo Lengchan, we have to wait until they finish competing."

    Yue Buqun had already made up his mind at this time. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "What Master Tai said is absolutely true."

    Everyone then turned around and walked back. Yue Buqun was suddenly startled and noticed that there was one less person behind him, and said, "Where is Linghu Chong?"

    Everyone was stunned, no one noticed it just now, but now they heard Yue Buqun talking about it, and then they noticed that Linghu Chong was not there.  Fang Zheng looked up.  Only dozens of feet away, Linghu Chong was sitting cross-legged on the grass beside the road.  Sit quietly and exercise.  At this time, Yue Buqun also saw him, frowned, and said, "Nonsense, you didn't follow me." Then he asked for luck and called him over.  Fang Zheng stopped him quickly and said, "Master Yue, wait a minute. Look carefully."

    Yue Buqun was startled, and then looked at Linghu Chong, and saw him sitting quietly and calmly, as if there was no one else around him. His heart moved, and he realized in his heart that Linghu Chong must have realized something at this moment, so he could not even bother to say hello to everyone, but was minding his own business.  Start practicing.

    Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Let's go back first. I believe Young Master Linghu will follow us soon."

    Linghu Chong had forgotten both things and me at this time, and was observing the changes in the sound of the flute attentively.

    When the flute sound first started to sound, he immediately noticed something abnormal in the true energy. As the flute sound changed, the true energy contracted and expanded, just like breathing.  As the voice gradually increased, the changes became more and more violent and uncontrollable. He felt that Tang Jinlou's ability to integrate the sword intention into the sound of the flute was simply a genius idea.  But on the other hand, a very familiar feeling arose in his heart about the sound of the flute.  He knew that this was the song "Swordsman", but he was by no means familiar with the score. He knew very well that what he felt familiar was not the sword meaning contained in the flute sound, but the flute sound itself.

    Linghu Chong vaguely felt that this must be some kind of key point. He didn't even have time to say it to Yue Buqun, so he sat down cross-legged without hesitation, concentrating on it, for fear of losing the subtle understanding of this moment.

    Linghu Chong has listened to the song "Swordsman" several times. Although he doesn't know much about the music, he has an excellent memory. After listening to it several times, he already knows the changes in the tune clearly.  The sound of the flute gradually gets higher and higher at this time, gradually reaching its highest pitch. This is the first part of the whole story of "Swordsman", with the highest pitch. Although the harmony of the flute sound is missing, and a lot of the charm of the music is missing, the flute sound is still flowing.  , the internal energy was boiling and difficult to control. Linghu Chong was busy adjusting his breath and luck, so he didn't have time to feel regretful.

    After a while, the tune turned soft and Linghu Chong's breath calmed down.  He opened his eyes, frowned and thought. After a moment, his expression changed, as if he had figured out something.  He stood up and ran towards the top of the mountain.

    He exerted his Qinggong with all his strength, almost without touching the ground, and rushed through the dangerous peaks and narrow roads.  After about a cup of tea, the tune reached its highest level again. Linghu Chong's breath became confused. He quickly sat down and concentrated on his luck. This time, he adjusted his breath more deeply than before.  Since the distance was much closer, this time he clearly felt the sound of the fluteLater, it was like a wave of tide, vibrating and spreading in his Dantian, carrying his own true energy, and he could not help but vibrate.  Linghu Chong controlled it with all his strength, keeping his mind calm at all times, and survived the highest section. When the tune slowed down, the amplitude of the breath vibration also became slower.

    Linghu Chong thought to himself, this is indeed the case.  As soon as the tune weakened, he immediately stood up and ran quickly towards the peak. He took a deep breath, carried the breath to the fullest, and resisted the vibration of the flute sound. He was less than a hundred feet away from the peak.  At a close distance, the sound of the flute reached its strongest level again. Linghu Chong groaned and sat down on the ground. At this time, his position was very close to Tang Jinlou, and the sound of the flute could still be heard even without using any internal force.  This is also close to the area with the strongest sword intent.  As soon as Linghu Chong came closer, his breath was instantly disrupted, but his expression remained undisturbed at all. There was a faint excitement about finding the answer. He fell to the ground, and once again luck adjusted his concentration. This time, his breath did not change due to his adjustment.  The breath stabilizes. What is stable is the vibration that begins with the sound of the flute. The breath in the Dantian rises and falls with the rise and fall of the flute sound, and keeps vibrating.  Just a moment later.  Linghu Chong knew it.  I have lost control of my true energy. What controls my true energy now is the continuous sound of the flute, and behind the sound of the flute, the stunningly talented young man.

    But instead of being disappointed, he was relieved and even smiled.

    Because his previous guess was correct.  From the beginning.  When he heard the sound of the flute, he felt familiar, and now, he finally understood why it was familiar, because this was not "Swordsman" at all, but that he had been practicing for nearly ten years, which made him what he is today.  Linghu Chong's unique swordsmanship, Dugu Nine Swords.

    Linghu Chong concentrated on controlling his true energy, but the sound of the flute overflowed, and the true energy in his body oscillated uncontrollably, rising and falling like the ocean tide.  And it's getting stronger.  But he didn't seem worried at all, not even in his eyes.  There was still a little excitement.  The changes in the inner energy felt from too far away are just the aftermath of the sword's intention. Only in the center of the sound can one truly feel the Dugu Nine Swords driven by the sound of the flute. What a mysterious and powerful chapter of the sword's intention.  It didn't last long, and when the flute sound weakened, Linghu Chong failed to regain control of his true energy as before.  On the contrary, when the flute sound weakened, even his true energy became extremely weak, as if a person who had been ill for a long time was overwhelmed.  Under the attack of the flute sound, the true energy was unstoppable, and could only follow the sound of the flute, vibrating endlessly.

    He smiled slightly and murmured: "Yes, these are the Dugu Nine Swords. No matter whether it is a sudden blow or a casual one, every sword is used to attack the enemy and cannot be defended. Every sword leaves the opponent with fewer ways to retreat.  May give him the slightest chance to fight back until his final defeat.¡±

    The true energy in his body gradually dispersed, and the shock and impact became stronger and stronger. Linghu Chong closed his eyes, knowing that he could no longer survive the next peak of Xiao Yin.

    However, at this moment, his sword intention became stronger.

    "This is the Dugu Nine Swords! This is the Dugu Nine Swords!"

    His eyes became brighter and brighter, and with the ups and downs of the flute, all the zhenqi in his Dantian vibrated in an orderly manner. However, this contraction and expansion of oscillations was completely beyond Linghu Chong's control and was completely unavoidable.  The impact on the meridians in his body.

    Linghu Chong had no experience in dealing with this type of attack, but he was not a person who was naturally afraid of difficulties. Even if his meridians had been greatly damaged, even if the flute sound was extremely terrifying, as long as the highest-pitched chapter sounded again, he would not even be able to resist.  His abilities will no longer exist, and this chapter is not played in order. Just like the Dugu Nine Swords, it is sent and received by people. Maybe the next moment, the part of the flute sound that caused fatal damage to his internal power will sound.

    But he was not confused at all. On the contrary, his heart was firmer.  Since he can't hide away, how can he be afraid of this and that? Let's draw the sword!

    His sword intention was fulfilled, and he suddenly felt fearless and calm as water.  But in his Dantian, the true energy was like a stormy sea, impacting the meridians with unstoppable force.  At this moment, the sound of the flute suddenly slowed down, making him feel less stressed.

    Tang Jinlou in the distance stopped playing the flute and sighed softly. It's a pity that the winner has not been determined yet.  However, the sudden appearance of Linghu Chong was no longer able to resist his sword intent. Naturally, he would not force Xiaoyin to attack that person. What's more, he had already made continuous attacks, but could not hurt him at all. If he continued to compare, it would be useless.  significance.

    Tang Jinlou was about to check on Linghu Chong when his steps suddenly stopped, his expression changed, and a strong desire for a sword came from dozens of feet away.  He frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he finally put the flute to his mouth, and concentrated on his luck. The final chapter of "Swordsman" sounded instantly. He squinted his eyes slightly and stared in the direction of the woods, playing the flute.  The sound got higher and higher, and when it reached the highest point, it gradually became inaudible. However, the sword intent that overflowed was still rising unstoppably. At the last note, it fell gracefully

    When he drew the sword just now, in order to keep the sword's intention perfect and without interruption, he never used the strongest sword, because if he could not defeat the enemy, the sword would not be considered perfect.  At this moment, he used the highest sword intention, but the purpose was not to defeat the enemy.

    He frowned and stared at the road up the mountain. After a while, Linghu Chong's figure appeared in front of him. He looked tired and pale, and there was a trace of blood on the corners of his mouth, eyes, nose, nose and behind his ears.  But his eyes were bright and as clear as a god.  Linghu Chong looked at him, smiled and said, "Good swordsmanship."

    Seeing that he was fine, Tang Jinlou felt relieved and said with a smile: "What a breath-breaking move. Senior brother, congratulations on you reaching my level last year." Although he was joking, he couldn't help but admire Linghu Chongying in his heart.  The courage to overcome difficulties and put life and death aside, but he was actually able to understand the essence of the Qi-Breaking Style in a desperate situation.  Just now he felt Linghu Chong's sword intention, pure and innocent, and extremely sharp. It was obvious that he was completely confident in himself, even though he didn't know how to draw the sword at all.  At that moment, it was all a feeling rather than a rational judgment. Tang Jinlou knew that Linghu Chong could break through the shackles of the sword's will, so he was willing to take the risk and use the sword to let Linghu Chong see what true superior internal strength was.

    Linghu Chong lowered his head and saw a man lying on the ground, wearing black clothes and a black scarf covering his face.  He frowned and said, "Zuo Lengchan?"

    Tang Jinlou nodded.

    "he died?"

    Tang approached the building and said, "Dead."

    Linghu Chong sighed and said: "As expected of a great master, I guess he is only one step away from being able to withstand the Dugu Nine Swords that you activated with the sound of the flute."

    Tang Jinlou sighed softly and said, "Then you guessed wrong." He turned around and walked a few steps, came to the edge of the cliff, looked at the dangerous scenery in the distance, and said, "After he was defeated by me last year,  His martial arts has gone astray, and his internal strength has greatly weakened. As soon as we launch our attack, he will be unable to withstand it, and with just a cup of tea, he will be defeated."

    Linghu Chong's expression changed: "Then why do you continue to activate your sword intent?"

    Tang Jinlou said calmly: "Because this sword was not prepared for Zuo Lengchan, and naturally it will not end with his defeat."

    Linghu Chong was surprised and said, "What do you mean?"

    Tang Jinlou sighed softly and said, "The one who took my sword move at the top of this mountain just now was Dongfang Bubai."

    Linghu Chong was startled and said, "Dongfang Bubai?" He turned around suddenly and looked around. After a moment, he turned back and said with a wry smile, "I was surprised by this name. It's really ridiculous. Where is he now?"

    Tang Jinlou shook his head and said, "He has already left."

    Linghu Chong remembered the moment when the flute sound stopped, and knew that it was because of himself that the two of them stopped the fight.  He asked thoughtfully: "Tomorrow is the eighth day of June, will he still come?"

    Tang Jinlou said calmly: "I don't think so."

    Linghu Chong asked: "Why?"

    Tang Jinlou looked up into the distance and said: "He is not Zuo Lengchan. His internal strength is superb and his body skills are at the peak. I will integrate the Dugu Nine Swords into the sound of the flute to find his flaws. Although this method can ignore his  Speed, but his internal strength has reached the state of transformation, so it still won't work on him after all. And since he has left, I'm afraid it's because he doesn't want to know whether my Qi-Breaking Style can break his advanced cultivation."

    With a thought, Linghu Chong realized that he had just broken through the Qi-Breaking Style, and had unintentionally revealed some of the secrets of this sword move, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

    He raised his eyes and looked far away in the direction of Si Guo Cliff, thinking that if this competition just ended, what about the three people who were betting on Si Guo Cliff? Will Dongfang Bubai kill them?  Such thoughts just passed through his mind, and he couldn't help but find it funny.  He thought of Dongfang Bubai. He had only seen one side of Dongfang Bubai, but now that he thought about it, it felt like he had known him for many years.  He didn't need to think about it, he also knew what Dongfang Invincible would do.

    Linghu Chong stepped forward and walked to the side of Tang Jin Tower. He looked at the cliffs and isolated peaks in the distance, and sighed: "I have been driven by the affairs of the world these years, and I can't help myself. I am not in the mood to take a good look at Huashan."  Such majestic beauty.¡±

    Tang Jinlou murmured softly: "Yes."

    On a mountain peak in the distance, a swarm of birds started up and flew away in all directions, covering the sky and the sun. Linghu Chong said in surprise, "It's Uncle Grand Master."

    Tang Jinlou closed his eyes, started practicing Qigong, and listened carefully.  In the distance, from the direction of Siguo Cliff, there was the clear and clear whistling sound of the wind. Although the sound had no change in tune, it could still be heard that he was in a good mood.  Tang Jinlou had a smile on his lips and thought to himself, seeing that he was in a good mood, maybe it wouldn't be long before he could see his old man again.

    ? ?Apart from the sound, there was a faint sound of the piano. Tang Jinlou's heart moved. He listened carefully to the sound of the piano, but it was "Swordsman". The player was very accomplished, and the tone was round and round, smooth and natural, like running water, moistening the music.  Open your heart.  Tang Jinlou listened quietly and couldn't help but be fascinated.

    Complete text.  (To be continued)

    PS: I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
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