Chapter 95 Swords Dance
Like a Startling Swan Heshia didn't miss the divine sword and inheritance mentioned by Feng Jianxue too much, and it wasn't something she had to get, but she wanted to complete the regrets of her mother's experience.
Not only because she was a daughter, but also because she inherited her mother's views on many things. If some customs and rules are no longer appropriate, then cut them off. People can't always live in the illusions of the past.
People are very strange creatures. If it's just for themselves, most of them can choose to be patient and give in, but when it comes to the important people in their hearts, sometimes they are willing to take great risks and pain to do something.
The matter between her and her sister made her mother too sad and died young. After gradually understanding the truth, Heshia always felt a little guilty. Perhaps the main reason was not herself, but her sister, but this discomfort could not be easily eliminated. It would be nice
if she could do something to make up for it, even if it would be very risky.
People can't always be calm and rational, or maybe this is a very rash and willful behavior, but when she suddenly had this idea today, she couldn't suppress it anymore.
The training of the Withering Sequence has yet to be carried out slowly, but the extraordinary core of the Natural Sequence has already had a mature template. The extraordinary core of Sequence 3 in her body slowly melted away, and then the magic power of the Natural Sequence gathered and condensed faster. This was originally the sequence she was best at by nature, and with the talent of "The Sound of the Strings of Time", it was not difficult to restore it.
Natural Sequence 5: Blue Bird Branch (Legendary Condensation Level), achieved.
The black long hair fluttered in the breeze, and the blue light appeared in those eyes. Then the white fingers raised, and a silver blade long sword condensed by green firefly crystal appeared in front of her.
"This! This! It's unbelievable..." Looking at the pure magic power flowing out of the girl in front of him, that lightness and rhythm, that harmony and remoteness, just like the figure recorded in the dusty ancient book, the old man in front of him was excited and tears filled his eyes.
For this, he slowly knelt down and put his hands on the ground.
"We, the 'Sword Guardian' lineage, are willing to serve the Lord, go to the Seven Mountains, slay the demon dragon, and establish the mission of the Blue Lotus!"
After saying this, he carefully took out a token from his arms, on which a sword blade pierced through the blue lotus, and its sword tassel fluttered, proud and unpretentious. The five branches of the Blue Luan each fell into their own family, and the one they followed was the 'Blue Lotus Sword Washing Palace', the first of the five veins that was famous all over the world in the past.
The old man input the magic power into the token according to a special secret technique. At the same time, in every corner of the forbidden city, some people who still kept the 'Sword Order' felt a chill coming from the token in their arms, and some information also came from the hand holding the token.
"Is this true?" Someone sat empty at home, looking at the shining token for a long time without saying a word.
"Lian Feng shouldn't joke like that. If the second young lady's descendants really come back to collect the debt..."
"Then we can only get up and follow them."
The sword blade that had been sealed in the secret compartment of the house was taken out again, and the white goose feather coat that had been no longer worn was put on again. The forbidden city, which had entered a ceasefire and gradually became quiet, became noisy and tense again.
"What's going on? I feel that this city has suddenly become chaotic again." Hiding in the attic not far from the ancestral hall, Feng Jianxue looked at the scene outside the window and felt anxious.
"Could Heshia be lost? I should have brought her here earlier. It seems difficult for her to leave now." He hesitated left and right, and finally made up his mind to retreat for the time being.
On the other side, in the vertical elevator that kept going down, a man in black clothes and a mask on his face listened to the report of the staff beside him with a cold look in his eyes.
"Her daughter? What a joke."
"She was already flawless, but now she dragged her offspring into this. I thought she would be obedient and live out her life outside, but she is still so naive and stupid." He knew his sister well. Although she was kind, she was too idealistic.
A person can choose to be weak and give up, but a race cannot choose to be weak and give up, because it means extinction and decline.
"Pass the order down, anyone who follows Gu Yongrong's daughter will be killed without mercy!"
"Yes!"
As the contemporary ruler of Jielou City, he will never be soft-hearted. The more times like this, the more he must implement thunderbolt measures to suppress the division in the bud.
The garrison personnel in Jielou City received the order and began to patrol and blockade the residential area in teams. In the core area at the bottom, soldiers in scarlet armor opened the sealed arsenal, reassembled the electromagnetic rifles that had been preserved for many years, and then continued to gather in the forbidden city.
"Time must be quick, Your Highness. We must control the T2 AI 'Yuyu' in the Forbidden City before Gu Qianlou returns. This way, we can disintegrate most of the stubborn resistance in Jielou City and seize the initiative." Following Tilan, Ge Lianfeng talked about his plan, and at the same time, the old 'Sword Guardians' gradually gathered around the two.
"It's really the same as the second lady, and the temperament is exactly the same." The 'Sword Guardians' who came over were impressed by the similarity between Tilan and her mother's temperament and appearance.
"Is it really a miracle? Our long-cherished wish that has been passed down for five hundred years..." Some people looked at the aura exuded from Tilan, their eyes were stunned, and tears flowed.
"If so, I should die!"
"A real man is born in this world, how can he sit in the ground in depression like a rotten wood and die!" A bright long sword was pulled out, revealing a cold brilliance.
Dozens of people...
hundreds of people...
hundreds of people...
nearly a thousand people...
As the 'Sword Guardians' who were as famous as the 'God Generals' in the past, although they have long been in decline, there are still descendants who survive.
The fight in the city started again, but this time it was not against outsiders, but old acquaintances and friends, or even blood relatives.
"Old He, do you really want to go against the will of the current master and follow that little girl?"
At the entrance of an alley, seven 'divine generals' wearing gold and bronze armor stopped a dozen 'sword guards' wearing white goose feather clothes. Compared with the brightly equipped 'divine generals', these sword guards were inferior in both extraordinary strength and equipment, and the highest among them was only sequence 3.
"Qin Sheng, don't stop me. It was because of your hesitation that the second lady almost died in the chaos. Today, I will never miss this opportunity to atone for my sins." The sword guard in white feather clothes held the eight-sided ancient sword in his hand and replied in a low voice.
"Atonement? You really think highly of yourself. I just don't want to see my old friend die under the sword for nothing." He raised the long-handled broadsword in his hand and slashed it through the air, bringing a whistling sound.
"Stop here! If you don't leave this alley, you can still save your life. If you continue to move forward, I will have no choice but to kill you." He bent down slightly, and wisps of smoke came out of the golden bronze armor, making him look powerful and ready to go.
The leading swordsman on the opposite side took a deep breath. Just when everyone thought he was going to give up and retreat, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the sword in his hand flashed a cold blue light.
"Form a formation!"
"Yes!"
One after another, the cold long swords rushed towards the "God General" who was blocking the way like birds flying through the forest. The trajectory kept changing along the way, avoiding the "God General"'s mighty edge and piercing his weak points.
The cold sword blade inserted into the gaps in the armor, or the armpits, neck and other defenseless places, bringing bursts of blood.
"Carving skills!"
The leading 'God General' had a golden light in his eyes, and then he slashed his sword horizontally, with lightning and fire, and directly cut the sword guard who tried to attack him, and the sword blade broke into pieces, hit the wall beside, and rolled to the ground.
Facing such an opponent, the sword guards in the alley couldn't help but fall into a bitter battle and retreat step by step.
In the middle of the main street, there were the most 'God Generals' and 'Sword Guards' who came here.
The hundreds of elite 'God Generals' who killed the black priest before were still here, and they were steaming with intense magic power, and the weapons in their hands were wrapped in golden electricity, sizzling non-stop.
"Anyone who dares to take a step forward will be killed without mercy!"
The God Generals shouted loudly, and their voices were like thunder, rolling across the street, making the sword guards in front of them unstable for a while, and even a little dizzy.
"You..." Ge Lianfeng looked at these 'God Generals' and was about to speak, but was stopped by Heshia.
She shook her head, asked the sword guards to stand behind her for the time being, and then stepped forward, slowly pulling out the ancient sword with a silver blade in her hand. At this time, she had changed into the clothes that her mother had left in the city. The color was snow-white, with wide sleeves and a fitted body. The waist belt and lining were dyed blue like delphinium, just like the color in the girl's eyes.
One blue and one red, to distinguish her from her mother.
Closing her eyes and recalling the figure of her mother dancing with a sword in front of the Red Tower twenty years ago, the girl, who was the focus of everyone's attention, slowly moved. Her movements seemed to be no different from the sword dance back then, but between the fluttering sleeves and the sword blade, there seemed to be a faint breeze flowing through the streets and alleys of the forbidden city.
The sacrificial dance was originally a means for the witches to manipulate the dragon veins of heaven and earth and influence the climate and soil. Now there are no dragon veins on this planet, so the means of manipulating and guiding the dragon veins are naturally useless. Gu Yongrong was able to rely on this sword technique that had no records left to guide the atmosphere in front of the Red Tower to make himself dance in the air, which was already amazing and unprecedented.
However, Tilan was even better. After awakening her talent, she could even glimpse the remaining fragments of time from this remaining sword technique and learn a trace of the true meaning retained in the sword technique.
Seeing the blue belt and cuffs fluttering, the sword light dancing, and the wisps of breeze entwined around her body, the Aigeka particles in the air slowly calmed down, as if they were dyed with that cold color.
"Don't let her continue to dance with the sword. Let's go!"
Feeling the boiling power in his body slowly cooling down in the breeze, the leading general frowned and roared. Then these "generals" who were like heavenly soldiers, with their majestic prestige, suddenly pounced on the delicate girl in the middle of the street like thunder. The knife light was cold and electric, with no mercy.
As the figures intertwined, Heshia's figure swayed, like a swallow turning over, lightly shuttled between the gaps between the blades of the generals, narrowly avoiding the sharp edge of the divine electricity, and then suddenly turned the blade in his hand and inserted it into the scabbard in his left hand.
In an instant, the blue eyes opened, and a huge arc of terrible and stunning beauty was cut from the air.
"Blue Bird's Orthodox Biography: Flying Swallow Cutting the Moon! '
The piercing arc of light brought by the sword blade bloomed among the 'divine generals', slicing through the halberds, broadswords, and armors that they touched, bringing with it splashes of blood. If Heshia hadn't shown mercy, I'm afraid several people would have died on the spot.
"Rebellion!"
Turning back, the painted-faced general did not appreciate it, but became even more angry, thinking that the girl didn't take them seriously at all, and was naively holding back at this time.
"To fight evil for the sake of heaven, the divine power is unforgivable, please let the heavenly soldiers and generals take over!"
They roared again, and the blue and red paint on their bodies seemed to come alive again, and golden light appeared in their pupils, and the magic power on their bodies also boiled and heated up rapidly.
Along the way, white smoke filled the air, and in the burning magic power, the weapons wrapped in golden divine lightning swung rapidly, and then the divine generals suddenly looked directly at the figure in the field, and the color on their blue and red faces seeped out, like a branding iron, imprinting on the girl.
Facing the secret art of calming the gods, Heshia turned over in the air like a bird, and the silver blade followed her body, whirling and spinning, and countless tiny sword flowers splashed out like flying snow.
'Bluebird's Orthodox Teachings: Snow Flying Across the Boat!' As soon
as the many facial marks approached, they were shredded by the many sword lights, and could not hold the girl like a blue bird. After
avoiding the art of calming the gods, Heshia broke into the formation of the 'God Generals' again, and the afterimage-like blade swung while passing through, and silver sword arcs poured out, cutting off the weapons in the hands of the 'God Generals' one by one, blood splashed, and the injured God Generals lost consciousness in their legs and fell to the ground.
The high-speed shuttle blades made a whistling tremor in the air, dancing like the flying feathers of a bird, and the figure in the snow-covered blue skirt danced and turned like a startled wild goose, tearing and smashing the enemies along the way again and again.
By the time Heshia stood up again, nearly half of the "God Generals" had already fallen to the ground, and the sword blade hanging under the sleeve was full of pits and scars.
Her fingertips slowly stroked the raised sword, and bits of light sand swayed and fell. The scarred sword blade recovered again, as bright and beautiful as autumn water, and a pair of dreamy blue eyes slowly appeared behind the sword blade.
When everything in front of her was so shocking and unbelievable, the girl in the snow-white blue skirt standing alone in the street seemed to have a kind of almost bewitching beauty.
"This... How is it possible..."
The painted-faced general who was leading the way slowly knelt on the ground, covering his bleeding and unconscious arm with one hand, then slowly raised his head and looked at the girl at the end of the road.
"This is the God General's technique that has been improved for generations based on cutting-edge technology... How could it be defeated by that kind of ancient and backward... swordsmanship..." He murmured, his face full of disbelief, and his eyes lost.
"Frontier? Maybe that was something that happened hundreds of years ago."
The girl sighed softly. She had aspired to go to medical school before, so she naturally knew about things like prosthetics. Three or four hundred years ago in the Federation, this kind of thing was indeed very popular, and it could strengthen oneself and bring convenience to work.
But later, with the rise and development of AI, people found that instead of installing various prosthetic machines on themselves, why not install them directly on autonomous units? This would not only make it easier to manufacture, but also eliminate the need to worry about rejection and many other problems. It could also be replaced at any time, and they didn't have to bother to operate it themselves.
In addition, the upper class of the Federation was influenced by the first generation of color-level singer Isanissa, and naturally liked natural and flawless things. This preference also affected all levels of the Federation from top to bottom, believing that only those who really couldn't make it would install such things, making themselves the same as those machines covered with oil and rust.
As a result, the rise of prosthetics was only a flash in the pan, and was later gradually replaced by various autonomous units, exoskeleton armor, and even large mechas. Now it is difficult to see residents with prosthetics in the Federation.
Although Jielou City was once prosperous, most people's concepts and memories are forever stuck in that era, and they are unaware of the changes in the outside world.
Falling behind will lead to being beaten, and working behind closed doors is ultimately just a self-deceiving fantasy.
One by one, the "Sword Guardians" passed the fallen "God Generals". Under their excited and reverent gazes, the girl in the snow-white blue skirt climbed up step by step to the high-rise building that was equipped with the super AI "Yuyu".
At the same time, the vertical elevator carrying the solemn man in black also landed in the forbidden city. He wore a mask on his face, stepped out slowly, and looked at the familiar yet strange girl below.
"You must be her daughter..."
There seemed to be nostalgia and disgust in the voice, and finally turned into indifference.
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