Chapter 276: Hundred-step flying sword, blue cloud crossing

"Tell me what you know."

Song Lin smiled as he looked at Chen Xiaohua's determined expression and slightly trembling feet.

The cautious Hua Ye really values ​​his life!
"Here, here you go. This technique is called 'Hundred-Step Flying Sword'."

Chen Xiaohua reached into her arms.

He took out a tattered piece of yellow paper and handed it to Song Lin.

The moment he took the yellow paper, Song Lin's eyes became clear again.

Chen Xiaohua felt the danger in her heart dissipate like the tide, and her whole body went limp, falling to the ground as if she had no bones.

He is afraid of death.

Really afraid of death!

I don’t want to die on the road to the underworld!
"Huh~~"

Song Lin's surprised voice rang out.

He looked at the contents on the yellow paper: [Control the sword with your heart, use your spirit as the sword. The man and the sword become one, and the nature and life are cultivated together. The sword comes out as fast as an arm, and kills the enemy within a hundred steps...]

The content of several hundred words seems like the general outline of a martial art, but there is no specific method of practice.

What surprised Song Lin was that its beginning was similar to the Holy Spirit Sword Art: Heart Sword Chapter.

Control the sword with your heart and use your spirit as the sword.

but.

Song Lin had already tried it when he left the second world and killed the Nether Seed. In the Heart Sword Chapter, he couldn't even control the Mysterious Sword Pill or the Scarlet Blood Demon Sword.

The mind is an illusory thing, while the sword body is a solid entity.

The mind can hurt lives, but it cannot be integrated with the sword.

"What went wrong?"

Song Lin frowned in thought.

After a moment, he suddenly looked up, and the Red Blood Demon Sword on his back shook and flew into the air.

Suddenly, there were sounds of wind and thunder in my ears, and the Red Blood Demon Sword pierced into the earth-yellow mist.

"what--"

After a scream.

The Red Blood Demon Sword was withdrawn from the mist without a speck of blood on the tip of the sword.

"You succeeded?" Chen Xiaohua was shocked.

"No."

Song Lin shook his head.

Just now, he tried to combine the True Energy of the Divine Mansion with the Sword of Mind, and as a result, the Red Blood Demon Sword flew out. However, it was only because of the power of the True Energy and had nothing to do with his Sword of Mind.

After the strike, he could no longer swiftly turn back like the young swordsman in his previous life. The flying sword seemed to have a life. When he retracted it, it had lost all its power and moved as slowly as a snail.

and.

The young swordsman once said that his sword pill was not yet a real flying sword.

Chen Xiaohua's "Hundred Steps Flying Sword" is not a real flying sword. It can only kill enemies within a hundred steps, not "outside" a hundred steps.

So...what is a real flying sword?

Like the legendary sword immortal, riding the Qingming sword, killing enemies thousands of miles away?
“I really hope to see that day!”

Song Lin looked at the yellow fog gradually fading away in front of him with a longing look on his face.

"The fog has dissipated, we are almost out of the underworld!"

Chen Xiaohua was overjoyed and paddled hard with the broken oar.

"Flowers."

Song Lin's voice sounded behind him.

"Hey!"

Chen Xiaohua didn't even turn her head back, her heart beating violently, as if it was racing against her life.

"Where did this martial art of yours come from? Has anyone mastered it?" Song Lin's voice was vague.

"no!"

Chen Xiaohua knew that she had to make Song Lin feel his own value so that her life would be safer.

But he didn't dare to lie.

He could only say: "This 'Hundred-Step Flying Sword' is an ancestral heirloom of my family. It has been kept with the family tree for about a thousand years. Now I am the only one left in the Chen family, so this inheritance naturally falls into my hands."

"According to the stories passed down by our ancestors, this technique was given to my 18th generation ancestor who saved a Cangzhou swordsman who was exiled to the Minjiang River. The latter gave it to me out of gratitude. Unfortunately, over the years, no one in the Chen family has been qualified to practice this technique."

"After thousands of years, this technique has changed hands several times and gradually no one paid attention to it. Only the last page of the outline of the nine pages remains, which is the current one."

Hear the words.

Song Lin looked suddenly enlightened.

"No wonder you are so afraid of death. It turns out that the Chen family only has one descendant!"

"..."

Chen Xiaohua was speechless for a while.

At this time, shouldn't Mr. Song be concerned about how to obtain the complete martial arts technique?
"Give it back to you."

Song Lin threw the yellow paper away.

Chen Xiaohua caught it subconsciously, and looking at the light getting closer and closer in front of her, she suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

I'm going out soon.

He's not going to kill me here, is he?

"I know where to find a complete Hundred-Step Flying Sword!" Chen Xiaohua suddenly shouted.

"Ok?"

Song Lin paused as he was about to sit down, and looked up at Chen Xiaohua in surprise.

This Mr. Hua really gave me many surprises today.

It’s right to take him with me to the underworld!

-

Cangzhou.

The country is vast and rich in resources, with a population of billions.

No one can tell how big Cangzhou is or how many people live there. In a lifetime, an average person can only walk one-tenth of Cangzhou.

Even for a god, it would take ten years to travel all over Cangzhou.

April 13th.

Song Lin and Chen Xiaohua were walking in a city called Huanghe County, each holding a travel book in their hands.

It records the travels of a master from the Divine Palace around Cangzhou three hundred years ago.

"The Huanghe County alone is comparable to the Qinghe region. The population of the prefecture is several times more than that of the Sanjiang region... It is worthy of being Cangzhou, worthy of being Donglin!"

Song Lin was amazed.

"Master Song, this Divine Mansion called Gao Qiyuan has traveled for ten years and has visited 372 counties and 15 prefectures. It is said that each prefecture has a golden body master. This background... is really terrifying!"

Chen Xiaohua's face was filled with shock.

After leaving Huangquan Road, he seemed not to be so afraid of Song Lin anymore.

However, the proper respect was shown without any lack.

After seeing the prosperity of Cangzhou, he had made up his mind.

From now on, I will follow Master Song!
His ordinary life might have a different color. More importantly, he had no sense of security in such a Cangzhou.

The strong energy is everywhere, and the thunder sounds are as numerous as dogs.

What if we run into a fight with the masters from the Divine Palace again, wouldn’t we be finished in a moment?
"We've already reached Huanghe County, are you really not leaving?"

Song Lin turned and looked at him.

"Xiaohua is willing to follow Master Song forever, through mountains and seas, until death!" Chen Xiaohua knelt on one knee with a sincere look in her eyes.

"Get up quickly!"

Song Lin looked at the pedestrians on the street turning their heads and suddenly felt like a social demise.

"Yes."

Chen Xiaohua was smiling happily.

Didn't refuse.

That means Mr. Song has agreed to his request! His future is settled! "I killed the illegitimate son of the King of Cangzhou, and I may become an enemy of the Song family in the future. Are you really determined to go with me?" Song Lin asked with a smile.

"of course."

Chen Xiaohua straightened her chest and showed no fear: "Master Song is going to Donglinxian Cliff to seek the truth. It would be a great blessing for me to follow you all the way. Besides, when you go up the mountain, you will need a servant to take care of your food, clothing, shelter and transportation, right?"

"I, Chen Xiaohua, may not be very capable, but I am careful enough and will not cause any trouble for Master Song."

"Okay, then I'll take you in."

Song Lin laughed out loud.

As Chen Xiaohua said, having such a servant following him can indeed save him a lot of time.

Say it.

He threw away the Blood-Drinking Knife and the Red Blood Demon Sword on his back.

Chen Xiaohua caught the two magical weapons and put them behind her back, feeling overjoyed.

‘It’s done! ’

Song Lin didn't kill him on the Yellow Spring Road, which meant he wouldn't kill him in the future. Handing over the two magic weapons to him represented trust.

As for the King of Cangzhou and the Song family...when Song Lin becomes a disciple of Xianya, will he still be afraid of secular families and powers?
Cangzhou belongs to Donglin, but it cannot represent the entire Donglin.

Outside of Cangzhou, there are vast wildernesses, oceans, and desolate places, which are home to spirits, monsters, and even legendary fairies and mythical beasts, as well as mysterious and untraceable immortal sects.

The most famous of them is Donglinxian Cliff.

"Let's go."

Song Lin put away his travel notes and strode forward.

"Master Song, where are we going next?"

Chen Xiaohua hurriedly caught up.

"Didn't you say that the Baijian Sect, which inherited the Hundred-Step Flying Sword, is located in Huanglong Mountain outside Huanghe County? It's only three hundred miles away, so of course I have to go there overnight to 'borrow' the technique and see for myself."

Song Lin walked with big strides at an extremely fast speed.

"Borrow? Wait, there's a city gate ahead."

Chen Xiaohua was shocked.

Looked up.

Seeing the tall city gate ahead and the heavy guards, he was about to raise his hand to stop it.

"Here comes the sword!"

Song Lin laughed out loud.

Reach out and lead.

The Red Blood Demon Sword vibrated and flew up from behind Chen Xiaohua.

"Wind and Thunder Sword One, go!"

boom!
There were gusts of wind and thunder, and the city gate collapsed with a loud bang.

Countless pedestrians stared at Song Lin's figure as he walked away, and they were stunned. As for the guards who had not been hurt at all, they all froze in place at this moment, without any intention of chasing him.

madman!

If there is no pass, then there is no pass. Is it necessary to blow down the city gates?

He is a great master from the Divine Palace, and we really dare to stop him!

"Wait for me!"

Seeing everyone's eyes on her, Chen Xiaohua couldn't help but tremble all over and hurriedly caught up with Song Lin.

They were outsiders and could not pass through the city gate without a pass.

and so.

Song Lin broke open the city gate.

This makes sense.

Do you still want to reason with a madman?

"Flying sword, flying sword... sword coming! Hahaha, Hundred Swords Sect, here I come!" Loud laughter spread throughout the mountains and forests.

Chen Xiaohua, carrying the Blood-Drinking Knife and the Red Blood Sword, silently chased after him.

This madman has gone crazy again!
I hope the situation will improve when we get to Huanglong Mountain. Otherwise...

Chen Xiaohua prayed silently for Baijianmen.

Three quarters past noon.

At the foot of Huanglong Mountain.

"Big Brother, the journey to Dongyang Prefecture is long, please be careful!"

A man and a woman stood in a pavilion at the foot of the mountain.

The woman who was speaking had a pretty face, and she looked at the man with a bag on his back with reluctance to leave.

"rest assured!"

The man had a resolute face and waved his hand, saying, "I have been promoted to the Divine Palace and have mastered the Hundred-Step Flying Sword. This time when I go to Dongyang to participate in the Qingyun Crossing Competition, I will surely shine and spread the prestige of my Hundred Sword Sect!"

"That's good!"

The woman's eyes were full of affection and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

How could it be so easy to cross the sky?

She knew that Zhou Yuan was just comforting herself.

Ever since the immortal road was opened at the Donglin Immortal Cliff seven thousand years ago, countless young talents have come one after another, just to pass the Qingyun Competition and obtain the qualification for the Donglin Dan Pinning Conference.

Finally - go down in history!
Tens of thousands of cities.

A battle of hundreds of millions of people.

Of the thirty-six Qingyun lists, only three hundred and sixty people were finally able to make it onto the list and were invited to go to Donglinxian Cliff.

Dongyang Prefecture is one of them.

Nowadays, Baijianmen has lost its talents, and Zhou Yuan is the only one of this generation who has passed the preliminary selection of Huanghe County and obtained the qualification to participate in the Qingyun competition.

But he had just entered the Divine Palace.

The opponent he is about to face is a young talent selected from the hundreds of millions of people in Dongyang Prefecture.

After much thought, it seems that the only thing I can rely on is the Hundred-Step Flying Sword inherited from my master!
"Don't give it away."

Zhou Yuan looked towards the mountain path and rubbed the woman's hair, "Good Junior Sister, I'll take you out of the mountain if you send me off again."

"Hmph~~" the woman snorted in dissatisfaction.

In fact, the elders and fellow disciples had already seen him off at the mountain gate. She followed him for more than ten miles, just to buy some time to spend together.

This idiot who is devoted to the Tao!
I don't understand the wind...

call out--

A gust of strong wind flew past my ears.

"Hahaha, Baijianmen, I, the Drunken Sword Immortal, am here!"

next moment.

A figure passed the two of them like lightning and headed straight towards the gate of Baijianmen.

"..."

Zhou Yuan and his junior sister looked at each other, staring blankly at their neatly cut hair floating in the air.

What just flew over... was it a sword?

That person also knows the Hundred-Step Flying Sword of the Hundred Swords Sect?
Who is he? The Drunken Swordsman...

"Hurry! This guy is crazy and might be bad for our sect!"

Zhou Yuan suddenly turned around.

He grabbed the woman's hand and ran up the mountain with all his might.

Now, apart from Zhou Yuan, the only one left in Baijian Sect is an old leader who is over a hundred years old and has weak blood. With the strength of that man just now, if he were to harm Baijian Sect...

Think of this.

Zhou Yuan's pace became more and more rapid.

A few moments.

A panting figure was running towards them from the foot of the mountain.

"Drunken Sword Immortal... I think the Crazy Sword Immortal is about the same!" Chen Xiaohua wiped the sweat from his head.

After taking a look at the towering Huanglong Mountain, he gritted his teeth and continued to climb the mountain.

(End of this chapter)