Chapter 117 — Sword Sweeps the Stars
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
The other scholars felt a chill. Daoist Lingyun's swordsmanship had entered the realm of transformation; the so-called transcendent meant transformation, to transform into a realm, a world of its own. At such a realm, one was no longer bound by swordsmanship; every casual gesture became swordsmanship.
More terrifying still, though Daoist Lingyun had sealed his other divine treasuries and retained only the Spirit Embryo and the Five Luminaries, his cultivation was still incomparably deep, far above Ding Shan's.
This was too terrifying. Could anyone truly withstand his three moves?
Daoist Lingyun's eyes flickered.
"Ding Shan, leave the sword case; you may descend the mountain. Next scholar, Shen Yu.
" "Shen Yu?
" Shen Mu started, looking at the youth stepping out of the line. The youth was strikingly handsome, elegant in bearing, with an air neither servile nor overbearing; his face gave Shen Mu a sense of familiarity.
"He looks somewhat like Shen Feiyue, the Little General Shen," Shen Mu thought.
Shen Yu stepped forward, shouldered the sword case, and bowed. Daoist Lingyun smiled.
"You may be of the Shen family, and the Shen family holds great power and influence in court and countryside alike, but in this grand examination I will not hold back.
Display your strongest skill, or you will meet the same fate as Ding Shan.
" Shen Yu assented. He reached back and drew a sword, one wooden sword in his hand, while thirty-five more flew out, not forming the Tiangang Sword Formation but instead swimming like roaming dragons, exceedingly nimble. This swordsmanship, however, was not the kind taught by the primary schools and grand academies.
Daoist Lingyun himself had never seen such swordsmanship. Each wooden sword seemed like a roaming dragon, and together they formed a great dragon, gathering the strength of thirty-five wooden swords, its power extraordinary. Shen Yu shouted; his yuanqi erupted.
The White Tiger yuanqi suddenly surged with tremendous vigor, invading the wooden swords until they took on a golden hue, as though they were golden swords. Now these thirty-six wooden swords, sturdier than metal, attacked Daoist Lingyun under his command. Daoist Lingyun voiced his praise, thinking, "This is not the Shen family's swordsmanship; he must have had some other fortuitous encounter and comprehended a roaming-dragon form of swordsmanship.
Even if the Shen family had not sent word asking me to look after Shen Yu, he would be qualified to become a Grand Scholar of the Grand Academy. " Shen Yu walked the path of combining the combat-technique school and the divine-power school; his swordsmanship was like a roaming dragon, exceedingly sharp and formidable.
The thirty-five wooden swords whirled and swam like thirty-five small dragons, and from time to time two swords merged, or three, as though several small dragons had combined into a great dragon, doubling their power.
The wooden sword in his hand was even more ferocious and domineering; in his grasp it was like an extra length of arm, striking wherever he pointed, viciously cunning, a formidable combat technique. Beside them, Shen Mu's heart skipped. "This Shen Yu has seen a true dragon!
Yes, Shen Feiyue pulled the son of the Dragon Emperor of the Surging River from the Wasteland, that dark dragon whelp sealed in dark ice, and brought him back to Jingping! Shen Yu's swordsmanship must have been comprehended from that dark dragon whelp. Could it be that the whelp was revived? " Besides the dark dragon whelp whose heart had been pierced, sealed within the dark ice was also the Junior Guardian of the Crown Prince, Pei Wujiu.
Shen Mu could not help feeling uneasy; since the dark dragon whelp had been rescued, Pei Wujiu would naturally be rescued as well. As a Junior Guardian of the Crown Prince of the first rank, Pei Wujiu's strength was extraordinary.