Beast Piercing The Heavens

0"He's quite sharp-tongued and quite eloquent, but he's only at the first level of the General's Realm? An eighth stage War Beast? However, its strength is not that great, it's a pity. " Tu Qianjun laughed coldly, slightly shaking his head, and said to Xue Wuhen who was beside him.    0

    

"Compared to Young Master, he's definitely not worth a single cent. It's just that this kid has some tricks up his sleeves. Wu Hen once secretly suffered a little under his hands." Xue Wuhen smiled slightly, regardless of his tone or expression, he showed a respectful and respectful expression, and was not the least bit picky.    

    

"Eh!" It's just a flea that jumps high, it's nothing much. After this battle, if you're still alive, then go to God City, and follow me in the future. " Tu Qianjun was very satisfied with Xue Wuhen's attitude, and said indifferently as he looked at the burning passion in's eyes.    

    

"En..." Young Master Xie! " He was just about to kneel down towards Tu Qianjun to express his respect and gratitude, but unexpectedly, he saw Tu Qianjun casually waving his hands, and could only stand up in embarrassment, becoming even more respectful and standing behind Tu Qianjun.    

    

Seeing that Ye Qinghan was still talking casually, the corner of Xue Wuhen's mouth revealed a slight ridicule. His slightly trembling body and the pinching of his white fingers expressed the excitement in his heart. Ten years ago, when he was travelling around, he came across Tu Qianjun by chance. Tu Qianjun seemed like a fifteen or sixteen year old child who liked to play, and often escaped from the God City to play. Coincidentally, he found out Tu Qianjun's identity, so he started to curry favor with him. He would often take him out for sightseeing, to please him at every turn, to satisfy his demands.    

    

Today, he finally received's reward, and finally had the chance to walk onto the mountain top of the divine mountain, and enter the God City. He was naturally extremely excited in the bottom of his heart. Although he entered as a subordinate, he could even be said to be a servant. However, he did not regret it. Instead, he was incomparably overjoyed, because he had coincidentally discovered a gargantuan secret from Tu Qianjun, a secret that could change its fate. And only by entering the God City would he be able to soar to the skies in a single step, change his own fate, and obtain an enormous opportunity.    

    

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"The monkey is going to dance!"    

    

Hearing Tu Qianjun's cold words, Xue Wuhen hurriedly retracted his thoughts. Looking at Ye Qinghan who was standing in the middle of the arena, he was also extremely curious in his heart, just what kind of performance would Ye Qinghan have?    

    

"It's about to begin!" All of the young masters stopped their discussions and turned their gaze towards Ye Qinghan, who was in the arena. They wanted to see how this young man who had spoken so arrogantly would perform.    

    

Ye Qinghan lazily walked to the center of the stage. After getting everyone's attention, he did not immediately take action. Instead, he suddenly made a special action. His body trembled, and he looked up, his spine suddenly standing straight, his hands behind his back. His expression was solemn and slightly aged, and his eyes gradually became deeper.    

    

Eh! Ye Qinghan's sudden change in attitude did indeed cause everyone to be stunned. This act of changing faces is way too fast, and it really does seem like it's a f * cking fake.    

    

"Wine!"    

    

Just as everyone was sneering, Ye Qinghan suddenly shouted out, he remained in his original position, extended his hand out and waved towards Feng Zi's square table.    

    

Feng Zi laughed, and patted lightly on the table with one hand on the jar of wine, the jar of wine flew straight over, midway did not even spill a drop, nor did it explode.    

    

Ye Qinghan did not turn back. It was as if he had opened his eyes behind his back, and before the wine jar could even touch his hand, his palm had turned into a claw. He easily grabbed the jar of wine, leaned back slightly and started gulping down the wine.    

    

Under the shine of the moonlight, the colorless wine turned into a lusterless white, while at the same time, the lusterless white wine scattered down from the wine jar, surging downwards, like a rolling galaxy, it flowed into Ye Qinghan's mouth and onto his face, fell on his clothes and dripped onto the grass, instantly filling the entire space with a strong aroma.    

    

"Haha …" Good wine, sword! "    

    

After drinking almost all of the wine, Ye Qinghan laughed out loud, with a casual wave, he threw the wine jar towards Feng Zi. Then he extended his hand and pointed at Dugu Jian behind his square table.    

    

Dugu Jian laughed, with his left hand he picked up the sword, his right hand striking the sword hilt, and the silver sword shot out like lightning straight towards Ye Qinghan.    

    

Ye Qinghan seemed to be drunk, his body was swaying slightly, his eyes were still looking up at the sky, as though he had not noticed the incoming sharp sword.    

    

Then, he stretched out a hand. It seemed as if his movements were slow, but he firmly held onto the hilt of the sword. Then, he took a small step forward, raised the sword to his head, and extended his other hand to hold the sword sheath, slowly pulling it open.    

    

Clang!    

    

The gorgeous silver scabbard was instantly unsheathed, revealing a dazzling blade. The sword was three feet long and four fingers wide. Its cold body was reflected in the moonlight and was suffused with a cold glow. With a flick of his wrist, he threw the scabbard into the ground. Ye Qinghan extended his finger and slowly slid it across the silver blade. His eyes were focused and deep with emotion, as if he was looking at his beloved woman.    

    

Everyone present quietened down, as if Ye Qinghan's series of actions had led them to a bizarre scene. In terms of Flame Dragon Continent and force, literary and artistic aspects had always been neglected, so they had never been well-developed. This was the first time he had seen something like this. It was a bit novel, a bit exciting, and also a bit dreamlike.    

    

However, Ye Qinghan paid no attention to everyone's expressions, he only looked at the sword in mid air, as though the only thing that remained in his world was the sword. After a while, he suddenly moved. Holding the sword in his right hand, he thrust forward diagonally as his body quickly caught up to the sword flowers. He then suddenly stopped and shouted, "Lift the lamp while drunk and look at the sword …"    

    

After he had finished, his body began to dance again, as if he was a flying sword. His movements were crisp and extremely gorgeous. As he danced, he sang with a deep voice and a special rhythm:    

    

"Lights in a drunken stupor to see the sword, dream back to blowing horn camp."    

    

"Eight hundred li under my command, fifty strings under my command, and the autumn soldiers on the battlefield …"    

    

The sword danced faster and faster before slowing down. However, in the eyes of the crowd, it was a blur. The seemingly slow sword could only see streaks of white light constantly flashing about. But at this time, a change suddenly occurred unintentionally, and the Jinghu Island began to blow, the howling summer wind made everyone's clothes flutter. The only thing was that everyone was still immersed in Ye Qinghan's novel and special sword dance as well as the blood-boiling poem, so they didn't pay any attention to it. It was just that the Sage Stage old fellows at the head position seemed to have noticed something, and furrowed their brows, looking in all directions …    

    

"The horse moves quickly, the bow is like a thunderbolt."    

    

"The king of the imperial army, the king of the world, won his name while he was still alive. Poor Xiao Bai, it all happened in vain …"    

    

Following Ye Qinghan's slow and steady pace of chanting and the dazzling white light of the sword dancing, the wind became stronger and stronger. And just when no one was paying attention to the situation before them, the concentration of Spiritual Qi Of Heaven And Earth in the Jinghu Island had actually reached a terrifying level … Perhaps it was after a while, or perhaps it was after a long time. Ye Qinghan slowly stopped, with a clear and melodious sword hum, Ye Qinghan held onto the sword with one hand and slightly raised his head, he closed his eyes and stood there quietly, and what was strange, was that the gust of wind suddenly blown by the Jinghu Island, suddenly disappeared without a trace, as though it did not blow at all.    

    

Everyone was silent. The sound of a pin hitting the ground could be heard as they looked at the young man standing alone in the middle of the room. His face was young, yet it had an ancient look to it, and his ears were filled with a melody they had never heard before. It was as if they had gone through a magical and magical journey, as if they had come to an ancient battlefield. Everyone had turned into a warrior, killing with a sword, leaving no traces behind, only pity, in the end, they lost the most of the battles, the entire army had been annihilated, leaving only themselves standing alone in the battlefield, their hair slowly turning snow-white …    

    

...    

    

Yue Ji opened her eyes wide, looking left and right, her expression serious, as though she was carefully sensing the differences in her surroundings. A few of the Grand Elders looked at each other, and saw a trace of astonishment and astonishment in each other's eyes.    

    

Tu Qianjun stared blankly at the sky, he did not know what he was thinking about. Xue Wuhen squinted his eyes slightly. Feng Zi and Hua Grass opened their mouths wide, Long Shuiliu licked his lips, Dugu Jian and the others were extremely excited. All the young masters felt their blood boiling, their faces blushing. Yue Qingcheng's eyes became misty, filled with splendor.    

    

Everyone felt a youth caress the sharp sword lightly and fall asleep with a drunk feeling. Afterwards, when they woke up from their dreams, they heard the resounding sound of the bugle horn from the various military camps. The first two lines were filled with mixed feelings.    

    

Everyone seemed to have arrived at the battlefield where tens of thousands of men battled. When they saw the mighty army camp, the axes and halberds stood still, pointing towards the sky; flags fluttered and rustled loudly; soldiers with shining armor, all of them were valiant in appearance. Adding Ye Qinghan's Swift Sword that was as fast as the wind, for a moment, the blood that was hidden deep in everyone's hearts was completely stimulated.    

    

"The horse gallops like a thunderbolt. but the Sovereign King did this and won her place in history. " Ye Qinghan's sword danced at times fast and at times slow, and he also sang at times high and at times low. It made people think of the soldiers who had stepped into the fray and the heroic spirit they had towards the invincible. As of now, even after dying, they still had the reputation of establishing an immortal meritorious nation, and their words were brimming with patriotism and passion. These two lines mean that the poet, seeing that he had completed the task, was filled with pride, and thus gave out cheers of joy. Even the tune was relaxed and grand, which raised the feeling of the melody to its highest point.    

    

And the last sentence, "What a waste." With a sharp twist of the pen, the feelings fell from the highest point to a thousand feet, and the infinite emotion of the unattainable ambition revealed the sharp opposition between the ideal and the reality, and expressed the intention of reporting to the country, and the grief and indignation without a way, which made the whole word enrich with a rich and sad color. This sentence and the first sentence echo, both describe the real life feeling, and form a strong contrast with the middle dream, strong expression of the patriotic will of the sadness and indignation.    

    

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It was a brand-new sword dance, a melody that he had never heard before. It was a poem that made one's blood boil with emotion. The rhythmic recitation was accompanied by a demonic sword dance. Although many of the people in the poem did not understand him, and some words did not understand his meaning, it did not prevent them from admiring his performance, nor did it hinder the shock and baptism deep in their souls. They did not know why, but they felt intoxicated in their hearts, as if they were in a dream.    

    

After a long time.    

    

It was unknown who gave the first round of applause, but a moment later, the applause was like a surging tide. They had never thought that a man's sword dance could also be danced like this. A man could also sing a song, and he could sing it to the point that it could shake the heart and resonate with others. Tu Qianjun nodded, came back to his senses, and gently clapped. Although the light in his eyes was still as arrogant as before, there was also a hint of appreciation.    

    

Yue Ji sighed, her expression was solemn and she did not applaud. Instead, she pondered for a long time before suddenly standing up, walking quickly to Ye Qinghan, bowing respectfully, she spoke:    

    

"Young Master Han is talented. Yue Ji has danced for decades and has also taught him for decades. Only today did she realize that he is actually a frog in the well. Yue Ji is willing to acknowledge Young Noble Han as her master and follow by her side, I hope Young Noble will not mind. "