Chapter 313 September 9th, Battle Against Wu Zun

When Chiyang Wuzun sent someone to send Pei Xuanjing a letter of war, Pei Xuanjing was ready to leave Kyoto.

After discussing Taoism with Ye Daoyuan for some time, Pei Xuanjing did not continue to practice deliberately, but sorted out what he had learned and integrated everything he had learned.

"September 9th next year?" Pei Xuanjing looked at the letter of war in his hand.

There was only one word on the letter of war, war!

The iron pen and silver hook were filled with Chiyang Wuzun's strong fighting spirit. If it were an ordinary Tianwei, I am afraid that facing this letter of war, I would be shocked by its terrifying aura.

Pei Xuanjing smiled and said lightly: "It is impolite not to return a gift. Since Wuzun gave me a gift, I will return a gift."

He also took out a piece of rice paper and wrote a word: Yes!

Pei Xuanjing's handwriting was not good-looking, and it could even be said to be a little sloppy, but after writing with his artistic conception, it had an extraordinary meaning, sharp and sharp, and murderous intent.

If this word is obtained by some strong men who practice swordsmanship, they may be able to comprehend Pei Xuanjing's swordsmanship.

The moment Dali Tianwei, who came to deliver the letter, took the paper, he felt his hair stand on end, as if there was a trace of sword energy in his hand that was about to cut his skin. What's more terrifying is that when he wanted to read the word, he felt countless swords stabbing at him, his eyes hurt, and tears were about to fall.

Just like this, his fear of Pei Xuanjing went up a level.

He called his followers and quickly put the paper into the black iron box, and the terrible sword intent just disappeared.

After respectfully saluting Pei Xuanjing, he slowly left.

Waiting for Dali Tianwei to leave, Pei Xuanjing looked around the Changsheng Temple and said lightly: "I should leave too."

He didn't want to stay in Kyoto anymore, and was ready to travel around, comprehend the truth of heaven and earth, and hone himself.

He said goodbye to the prince. Although the prince was reluctant to leave him, he also understood from Pei Xuanjing's performance during this period of time that this was a cultivator who was devoted to seeking the truth. Even if he tempted him with fame and fortune, he would not be moved and could only nod helplessly.

However, Pei Xuanjing still left the other party with a way to find himself, so that the other party could find him when necessary.

After all, although the emperor died early in that life simulation, there are always accidents in everything, and Pei Xuanjing is unwilling to miss something.

He is very interested in the queen. After all, she is a master who is not inferior to Ye Daoyuan, and her cultivation method comes from the Brahma School, which makes Pei Xuanjing extremely curious.

In this way, Pei Xuanjing set out alone, walking step by step in this strange world, without a deliberate purpose, without a deliberate pursuit, just walking casually.

He set out in winter, saw the spring day, heard the cicadas in summer, sighed at the loneliness of autumn, and mourned the indifference of winter.

I have seen the turbulent sea, walked through the vast desert, climbed the towering mountains, and penetrated the sunken basin.

From south to north, from west to east. In just half a year, Pei Xuanjing has traveled almost all over this empire.

He has seen prosperous and noisy cities, and has also stayed in the quiet and deserted wilderness, from winter to summer, harvest in autumn and store in winter.

In the end, he returned to the starting point, back to the vast grassland border, the city in the clouds.

In the past six months, Pei Xuanjing seemed to have forgotten that he was a cultivator. He just strolled in this world, letting the Shenxiao Yuanqi in his body flow autonomously, and his body was not sharpened. He wandered outside the world and felt this world.

At this moment, Pei Xuanjing's edge was completely restrained, and he was ordinary and had no momentum, just like an ordinary person who had never practiced martial arts.

Of course, if a strong man like Ye Daoyuan saw Pei Xuanjing at this moment, he would definitely be very shocked.

Back to the basics!

Pei Xuanjing was in this state at the moment. He had concealed his sharpness. He seemed ordinary, but even more terrifying.

Pei Xuanjing walked slowly. In the past six months, in addition to comprehending the truth of heaven and earth, he was also doing another thing, which was to comprehend his own swordsmanship.

In the beginning of this world, in addition to studying martial arts, he was also refining swordsmanship, and just created the first move of swordsmanship: Jiuyao.

During this period of time, he continued to deduce the next sword moves.

According to Pei Xuanjing's idea, his swordsmanship should be divided into the sword of the spiritual realm and the sword of the immortal way.

The immortal way is too far away, let's not talk about it for now.

As for the swordsmanship of the spiritual realm, he thought there should be nine moves, corresponding to the nine levels of the spiritual realm.

He has already named these nine sword techniques, which should be: the first move · Nine Stars; the second move · Eight Extremes; the third move · Seven Stars; the fourth move · Six Combinations; the fifth move · Five Elements; the sixth move · Four Symbols; the seventh move · Three Talents; the eighth move · Two Principles of Yin and Yang; the ninth move · Tai Chi.

These nine sword techniques are to reverse the Yin and Yang and return to the principle of Tai Chi.

In Pei Xuanjing's imagination, when his spiritual realm sword technique is completed, this set of sword techniques will naturally include Tai Chi Yin and Yang, Three Talents, Four Symbols, Five Elements, Six Combinations, Seven Stars, Eight Trigrams, Nine Palaces, and all the sword techniques in the world.

Now he is deducing the second move · Eight Extremes.

So-called, Eight Extremes refers to the eight directions and eight trigrams.

September 9th, the day of Double Ninth Festival.

Pei Xuanjing sat quietly on a boulder on an ordinary mountain in the grassland in the clouds, and the Wanduan-level magic weapon Changsheng Sword was casually leaned against the stone.

The news that Dali State Master Chiyang Wuzun invited Sword Saint Pei Min to fight on September 9th had spread all over the world, so there were countless people gathered more than ten miles away from Pei Xuanjing. Looking around, the weakest of these people were at the third level of the Gangqi realm, and there were countless people who were even at the Tianwei level.

These people gathered in groups of three or two, talking in low voices.

"Who do you think will win between these two?"

"It's probably the Dali State Master. Chiyang Wuzun has been famous for a long time. It is said that he has already stepped half a foot into the realm of heaven and man. Even this famous swordsman may not be able to win."

"This swordsman fought with Ye Daoyuan, the strongest man in the Tang Dynasty, and the two were evenly matched."

"At the beginning, the two were just sparring, and they didn't really fight with all their strength. But today is different. These two people may have to fight to the death."

"But the name of the swordsman is not a false name. His swordsmanship is superb, and many people saw it at the beginning."

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Although they haven't fought yet, it doesn't prevent these people from discussing who will win and who will lose.

One of these two is the famous Dali State Master who has been famous for nearly a hundred years and has no rivals in the world.

Although the other is a rising star who has not practiced for a long time, his combat power is unparalleled. Not long ago, he killed two heavenly strong men with one sword, and he was evenly matched with Ye Daoyuan, the strongest man in the Tang Dynasty. His strength is also rare in the world.