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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of Tianlong Chapter 64: Invitation

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    Chapter 64 Invitation

    He hurriedly uncorked the bottle and poured out the elixir in the porcelain bottle.

    With a soft "pop" sound, the porcelain bottle suddenly turned into powder and fell into his palm. Some black powder and blue powder were mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish them from each other.

    "You" The middle-aged man turned his head sharply, his face covered with a layer of black energy, his eyes sparkling with lightning, and he glared at Xiao Yuesheng viciously.

    This poison is Qibu Broken Heart Powder. When blood seals the throat, it is extremely poisonous and attacks extremely fast. Within seven steps, the person will collapse and die.

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, with murderous intent boiling in his heart, and pressed his left thumb into the void.

    "Chichichichi" amidst the sharp whistle, invisible sword energy came through the air, a round hole appeared between the middle-aged man's eyebrows, and a ball of blood spattered out.

    He stared at Xiao Yuesheng with shock on his face, confusion and unwillingness in his cold eyes. He slowly fell down, fell to the sky, remained motionless, and died.

    Xiao Yuesheng reached out and made a move. The scabbard on the middle-aged man's waist suddenly flew up and disappeared. It fell steadily into his hand and returned the scabbard.

    He threw the knife towards Rong Zijui and said with a smile: "Uncle Master, this is a precious sword. It's rare to see it. I accept it!"

    "Yes, Master!" Seeing that the middle-aged man was dead, Rong Ziju breathed a sigh of relief, quickly reached out to take it, pulled it out, and looked at it carefully.

    He looked at it and admired it, no longer worried about the Wuliang Fifteen Disciples, and admired it with peace of mind. The blade of the sword shone like ripples of autumn water, and the coldness shone through the light and penetrated directly into the pores.

    There are also patterns engraved on the blade, which are so subtle that you can¡¯t see them if you don¡¯t look closely.

    In the bright light, a blooming chrysanthemum appears vaguely. It is indescribably mysterious and beautiful, making people want to see it again.

    ¡°Master, that¡¯s a really good sword!¡± He raised his head and praised.

    Xiao Yuesheng stood with his hands behind his back. He glanced at the field and saw that a group of people were fighting in a stalemate. It was difficult to tell the winner for a moment.

    He smiled and nodded: "Yes, it is truly a gift from heaven that such a precious sword fell into our hands Uncle Master, do you want to practice sword skills instead?"

    Rong Ziju was startled: "Should I practice sword skills instead?"

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled: "Although our Wuliang Sword is a sword sect, there should be people who are proficient in sword techniques. Each sword has its own strengths."

    "But, our sect does not have sword skills, and I have never practiced it" Rong Zijou hesitated, then shook his head with a wry smile.

    " Xiao Yuesheng looked him up and down and said with a smile: "Knife skills and sword skills are similar, and it is easier to get started I have also created eight moves. If my uncle wants to practice them, I will pass them on to you."

    Rong Ziju was hesitant and reluctant, but after looking at the sword, he couldn't put it down. If he practiced sword skills, this sword would definitely belong to him.

    Holding this sword, it seems that it is connected by blood. It is indescribably handy and difficult to let go. If you don't practice, this sword will no longer belong to you.

    For a moment, he hesitated.

    Xiao Yuesheng turned around, looked at the situation in the field, and shouted: "It's over, don't practice anymore!"

    ¡°Yes, Master!¡± Everyone shouted in unison, their voices high-spirited and excited.

    They swung their long swords freely, and controlled the eight infinite swords as they wished. Their power was unexpectedly great. The more they fought, the more energetic they felt, and their moves became more rounded. They wished they could keep fighting, and felt warm all over their bodies, as if they were practicing internal martial arts.

    After Xiao Yuesheng gave the order, they were reluctant to give up, and their moves suddenly changed, using the most powerful move among the Eight Infinite Swords.

    The Infinite Eight Swords are only eight moves, but each move can be combined with other moves to form a chain of moves, doubling its power.

    "The mystery behind this is difficult for outsiders to fully understand. They only think it is two moves, and it is difficult to regard it as one move.

    The sword light increased greatly, the eight infinite swords exerted their power, and the groaning sounds were endless. These men were hit by the swords one after another and fell to the ground, but they were not dead.

    They were all tough guys. Although they were injured and in unbearable pain, none of them groaned. They just grunted and gritted their teeth silently, as if their bodies were not their own.

    In the blink of an eye, they fell to the ground one after another, and no one survived.

    The fifteenth disciple put his sword back into its sheath, with fluttering steps, and stood behind Xiao Yuesheng. He stood upright without saying a word.

    The early morning breeze came slowly, fluttering their clothes, and they stood tall and motionless.

    Xiao Yuesheng turned around and nodded to everyone: "Well, it's not bad, it's a small success!"

    The crowd tightly pouting his lips, his eyes shining, unable to suppress the excitement. All of these men were masters.

    Now, they are lying on the ground, defeated by their own hands. The contrast between before and after is so great that they can hardly suppress their excitement and are filled with excitement.

      Xiao Yuesheng glanced at everyone and said calmly: "Defeating these people is not a big deal. You still haven't mastered your swordsmanship. Go back and practice hardthrow them down the mountain!"

    "Yes, Master!" Everyone responded loudly and took action immediately.

    They each carried two people, their feet were light and elegant, as if the two people in their hands were straw men, and they went down the mountain in the blink of an eye.

    Xiao Yuesheng withdrew his gaze and came to Rong Ziju. He was still in a daze, frowning and motionless, and the expression on his face changed.

    "Uncle?" Xiao Yuesheng coughed slightly, waking him up, and smiled: "Uncle, have you thought about it?"

    "Huh?" Rong Zijou looked up and saw him. He sighed, looked down at the sword in his hand, and gritted his teeth: "Okay, I'll practice sword skills instead!"

    "Haha, Uncle Master made a wise choice!" Xiao Yuesheng laughed, nodded in approval, and said with a smile: "My eight-sword technique is by no means inferior to sword technique, and with this sword to match, it is even more powerful.  If you practice well, uncle, you can protect yourself!"

    "Okay!" Rong Ziju cheered up.

    Since this incident, the fifteen disciples of Wuliang Sword have been practicing even harder. They practice sword skills in every move they make. Even when eating or holding things with chopsticks, they have to use sword skills.

    Xiao Yuesheng used a vicious trick. Every time he had breakfast, there was only one plate of food, and he was divided into two groups, one to defend and the other to rob.

    Each time five people defend and ten people rob, the limit is a quarter of an hour. The number of robs counts, and the rest belongs to those five people.

    The food served every morning is the most delicious, but unfortunately few people can eat it. Without food, they can only drink porridge and eat steamed buns.

    They practice their swords even harder, no one relaxes, and they all want to take a bite of good food, which is not only delicious, but also makes them feel proud.

    Rong Ziju switched to practicing swordsmanship. Xiao Yuesheng had the Biyue Sword, and thought in his heart that the sword was useless if he kept it, so it would be better to use it to its maximum effect.

    There are eight infinite swords, some are hard or soft, some are fast or slow, and each one looks simple and there is nothing mysterious about it.

    The principle of these eight swords is similar to that of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Relying on the sharpness of the sword, you can break and break freely. The moves do not seek subtlety, but use force to subdue the enemy.

    Each sword is matched with a kind of strength. The routes of movement are different and require proficiency. Therefore, the moves are simple. It is not easy to achieve the power of the sword and follow the strength.

    Rong Ziju is not stupid, and he quickly learned the eight moves.

    He practiced a single move in order to be proficient. He first practiced a move to lift the Yin Knife, unsheathed the knife, and then moved forward, viciously and swiftly.

    After mastering this move, he competed with the disciples in the sect. His internal strength surpassed all the disciples, and with this sword technique, no one could stop him.

    This move concentrates the internal force into one sword, and even if the opponent's internal force is stronger than one's own, they cannot stop it.

    "If the opponent's internal strength is several times stronger than your own and can block the sword, but you have a precious sword, you are not afraid. In this way, you are indeed enough to enter the martial arts world!"

    After practicing a move, he ran to Xiao Yuesheng, not knowing how to thank him.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled, changed the subject, and talked about the development of the sect without saying more about the eight-move sword technique.

    In the evening of this day, in the afterglow of the setting sun, Xiao Yuesheng was reading on a big rock on the top of the mountain, looking leisurely and at ease.

    Not far away, a small red clay stove gurgled, white air rose in curls, a gust of wind blew, the white air dispersed, and the fragrance of tea lingered endlessly.

    Song Shanyue suddenly appeared, wearing a blue shirt and looking handsome.

    With fluttering feet, he came closer silently and stood motionless with his hands solemn. He took three kinds of elixirs, which greatly increased his internal strength and made his Qinggong stronger.

    Xiao Yuesheng put down the book and turned to look at the big red post in his hand.

    Song Shanyue stepped forward and presented a red invitation with both hands: "Master, two people knocked on the mountain just now and sent this invitation."

    Xiao Yuesheng reached out to take it and opened it: "Su Xinghe invites the world's proficient chess talents to visit Henan Leigu Mountain on the 8th of February."

    The characters are divided into four lines, and the font is thin and steep, exuding a light and elegant atmosphere.

    Xiao Yuesheng looked at these four lines of words, nodded, and suddenly laughed.

    Seeing this invitation, he remembered this incident. Su Xinghe played the Zhenlong chess game, but it was the Xiaoyao faction who chose the leader!

    Song Shanyue said respectfully: "Uncle Master asked me to ask if the master wants to go?"

    Xiao Yuesheng glanced at Song Shanyue. Although the two had a close friendship, but now their identities were different, he was unwilling to continue their friendship as fellow apprentices, and he would not force it.

    He nodded: "I'm going,you guys will come with me. You can't just practice behind closed doors and get a lot of experience in the martial arts outside."

    "Yes!" Song Shanyue replied respectfully, emphasizing?Excitement.
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