Dou Po: I can upgrade everything

Chapter 204 Three-Word Sword Technique
The Sword Mountain stands tall and majestic, and its surroundings reveal a power that can pierce the sky.

Between the clouds and mist, there is a climbing road.

And that divine sword is on the top of the mountain.

Yang Shou, who was dressed in white robes, looked up from the foot of the mountain and saw thousands of broken swords.

Forging mountains with swords lives up to its name.

These broken swords exuded awe-inspiring sword energy.

Those who are not strong enough to climb mountains will be attacked by sword energy. If they want to reach the top, they must have at least Douzong level strength.

At this time, there were already many Dou Ling Dou Wang on the stairs, resisting the sword energy.

Yang Shou was strolling leisurely in the courtyard. Compared with others, he looked like a young man from an aristocratic family who had nothing to do and came to have fun.

Hui Cang followed closely.

What's strange is that the sword energy that filled the air tacitly avoided the two of them, forming a two-meter safe zone for a while.

The fierce sword energy came overwhelmingly, and those Dou Ling Dou Kings who were busy dealing with it complained endlessly.

After thousands of years of sword energy accumulated by the powerful men of Wanjiang Pavilion, at least the Douzong level can easily survive.

While Yang Shou climbed up the steps, he was also observing Jianshan Mountain and couldn't help but be amazed.

The chaotic sword energy at this time, with a little control, turned into a natural sword energy array. The power of the sword array would make even a one-star Dou Zun feel the pressure. This is definitely the foundation for Wanjiange to stand in the Western Region of Zhongzhou for thousands of years.

The higher you go, the denser the sword energy becomes, like a vast ocean of swords. It is not an exaggeration to say it is a sea of ​​swords.

After all, it is a force that has been passed down for a long time, which is indeed impressive.

After secretly praising a few words, Yang Shou did not speed up his pace. He listened to the low sound of sword energy in his ears, which seemed to be telling something...

Upon noticing this mystery, his eyes lingered on the sword energy flying in the air, and his brows furrowed slightly.

These sword auras... are orderly in chaos, why do they look like strokes?
With doubts, Yang Shou immersed himself in it, silently comprehending the sword energy that filled the world.

Hui Cang didn't understand why, with their strength, they could easily reach the top of the mountain, but the young master slowed down, but when he saw the former's serious expression, he didn't ask any questions.

The two continued to climb the three hundred steps.

Suddenly, the power of the sword energy suddenly increased, and it attacked like a violent storm.

But three meters away from the two of them, it seemed as if they were pressed down and paused, hanging in the air, unable to move forward.

Looking at the dense sword energy from all directions, even Hui Cang felt his scalp numb. Even if he was a Warcraft with a strong body, he would not be able to escape being cut into pieces when exposed to these sword energy.

Fortunately, I have a young master to protect me.

The thinking gray eyes looked at the white robe in front of him.

Yang Shou is like an eternal rock in the sea, unmoving despite being beaten by the sword energy.

There are a total of [-] steps on the climbing ladder. The first [-] steps correspond to the strength of Dou Wang, the middle [-] steps correspond to Dou Huang, and the last [-] steps correspond to Dou Zong.

On the one hand, it is to assess qualifications, and on the other hand, it is also for screening.

Otherwise, even Wanjiange would be hard-pressed to entertain the crowds. It would be better to let some who are not strong enough recognize the gap earlier and give up their illusions.

Of course, this kind of assessment is too simple for Yang Shou.

After a period of enlightenment, he finally obtained the mystery hidden in the sword energy.

The chaotic sword energy fell in his eyes, and he took the initiative to piece together words one by one. All the words were then constructed into sentences, and the sentences were combined into paragraphs.

An article titled "Three-Character Sword Technique" about advanced earth-level fighting skills was imprinted in his mind.

Then the ethereal mysterious sound sounded in the ears, like thunder, trembling in the heart.

"Practicing calligraphy is like practicing swordsmanship!"

"Remember." "He who is very fast has the opportunity to escape."

"Absolutely indulge in lateness, and it will be wonderful in the end."

Yang Shou took in the incoming information and browsed it carefully, only to realize that there were three styles of fighting skills, each with one character.

They are divided into three characters: Zhen, Zhan and Feng.

The secret of "Three-Character Sword Technique" lies in the elimination of the traditional hand seal knotting method, and instead uses the method of condensing sword energy to perform fighting skills.

The key to conveying the meaning in the old Xuanyin is not to be too late.

Using the pen like a sword, the sparkle of lightning triggers inspiration, and the strokes arise and pass by at will.

There is no room for hesitation when fighting an enemy. Every moment is a matter of life and death.

Therefore, if you want to master this fighting skill, you must pay attention to "speed".

Yang Shou's eyes brightened slightly if he had any understanding. In an instant, the sea of ​​swords blocking him seemed to be separated by a two-meter-wide road by an invisible force.

He jumped up and crossed a hundred steps one after another.

Now that I have inherited the fighting skills, there is no need to waste any more time.

Go through the gate of Wanjiang Pavilion and reach the top of the mountain.

Looking around, there were only nine people standing in the huge rock square. Without exception, they were all of the Douzong level.

There are many buildings on the top of the mountain, which should be the residences of Wanjiange disciples and important places of the sect.

Yang Shou glanced at these places and turned around, then stopped at the square.

On the east, west, north and south sides of the square, there are 36 black-clothed disciples, both men and women, carrying long swords on their backs. Their clothes are all emblazoned with the emblem of Wanjiang Pavilion. They are all in the Douhuang class.

They stood in a special position with stern faces, as if they were in a large formation.

In the center of the square, there is a forbidden white mist that obscures the sight, which must be where the divine sword is.

In addition, the current Pavilion Master of Wanjiang Pavilion, Jian Zun Jian Yan, as well as Jian Shang, Jian Ming, Jian Yan, and Jian Tuo, the four elders at the top of Douzong, were all present in person.

Such a luxurious lineup can be regarded as a dominant presence in the Western Region of Zhongzhou, second only to the "Flower Sect", one of the two sects.

When the white robe appeared in the eyes of everyone in Wanjiang Pavilion, Master Jian's mind moved and he felt a little stunned.

When the great elder Jian Shang beside him saw this, seeing the pavilion master lose his temper, he hurriedly asked about the situation.

"That man is a Dou Zun, and his realm is slightly lower than mine."

Jian Zun's words were astonishing, and Jian Shang and other elders' expressions suddenly changed. They knew that the pavilion master was already as powerful as a three-star Dou Zun, but the man in white robe in front of them, with such a young appearance, had the strength of a two-star Dou Zun. It was incredible.

Jian Shang's face looked solemn and he said in a deep voice: "Is it the traitor's helper who came to destroy the place today?"

As soon as these words came out, it stirred up a thousand waves. Everyone became vigilant subconsciously, and looked at the white robe with quite unkind eyes.

Lord Sword shook his head and responded calmly: "Now that he's here, let him be in peace and watch his actions quietly. If he has evil intentions, Sword Spirit will not let him go."

"What's more, in our home court, even if the traitor dares to come, he will lose a piece of meat."

Hearing this, everyone suppressed their inner hostility for the time being.

Yang Shou keenly sensed that the people in Wanjiange were somewhat inexplicably hostile to him.

When his eyes met the gaze cast by Master Jian, Yang Shou compared the former with the face in the past light and shadow space.

The current Lord Jian has a stooped figure and is dressed in linen clothes. He looks like an inconspicuous little old man among all living beings.

Compared with the taciturn Jianyan back then, he has a vicissitude that has been tempered by time.

As time goes by, time is always the greatest enemy of practitioners.

(End of this chapter)