In the night, which was so quiet that only the sound of rain could be heard, the sudden sound of clanging swords was so harsh and frightening in the eyes of Song Yu and the two juniors behind him.
The middle-aged swordsman held the handle of the knife on the ground with one hand and raised it slightly. A flash of light as bright as silver reflected the bonfire, lighting up a ruined temple!
Lone Star Knife!
There are countless swords in the world, but it is rare for a swordsman to find a knife that suits him perfectly.
A middle-aged swordsman named Wei Wuji was lucky. After he got this Lone Star Sword, he not only improved his swordsmanship, but even created a master-level superior martial art called "Chaos Star Sword".
It was at the moment when he drew his sword.
The air in the ruined temple seemed to slowly freeze.
Song Yu felt an overwhelming murderous aura roaring out from the middle-aged swordsman in front of him, like a wild beast about to pounce!
"You run away quickly!"
Song Yu shouted hoarsely, he mastered all kinds of martial arts of his own, Daoyishan's background was extraordinary, he could compete with ordinary masters, but now he was a great master!
No matter how profound the background is, there is no example of a battle spanning two realms in the world of martial arts.
Therefore, after reminding the two juniors behind him to "run away quickly".
Song Yu took action first with a certain death intention!
He knew that once this great master-level master was allowed to take action first, he would not have any qualifications to delay it. Only by taking action himself could he gain hope for the two disciples behind him to escape.
Clang!
Song Yu's right shoulder moved, his sword bag jumped, and a simple sword on his back slipped into the palm of his hand. He drew the sword and unsheathed it...
A sword stabbed out, just like the big river at the gate of Daoyi Mountain. There was a distance of two feet between the two of them, and the rain in the air was actually drawn by the sword, forming an invisible invisible sword energy, whistling.
And headed towards the middle-aged swordsman.
This is the "Seven Strikes of the Canglang", an excellent martial art in the Daoyishan Gate that is only under the Dahuang Court. It can be used with any weapon, such as swords, guns, swords and halberds. It was created by a certain generation of the Daoyishan Patriarch who observed the trend of the Canglang River.
The Canglang River at the entrance of Daoyi Mountain is the ancient Han River. When you reach the entrance of Daoyi Mountain, there are seven twists and turns, and the trend of each bend is different. Therefore, there are seven types of swords in this swordsmanship.
Click changes.
One sword strikes seven times, one strike faster than the other.
Song Yu has completely mastered this advanced martial arts, and thrust out a sword in one breath, which contained seven changes, as if the mighty rolling momentum of the Canglang River was reproduced here.
Unexpectedly, the swordsman Wei Wuji didn't even raise his eyelids, he just stood there and waved his sword lightly:
"Dao Yishan's martial arts is indeed not bad, but people are not that bad at all. Your little cultivation is a waste of this martial arts..."
Along with the words and the light of the sword, they fell together.
Woohoo!
The storm in front of the ruined temple seemed to have been stopped by the middle-aged swordsman.
I paused for a long breath before it started to rain again.
call!!
When Song Yu reached the middle-aged swordsman, he felt that the long sword in his hand was instantly touched by a devastating sword energy.
Click~~
The 'Kungang' sword in his hand, which was worthy of being ranked at the forefront of the Daoyi Mountain Hidden Arms Pavilion, actually let out a terrifying groan, and then shattered into two halves with an explosion.
Whizzing!
The flying sword fragments shot out in more than a dozen directions like a terrifying hidden weapon.
One of them crossed Song Yu's face dangerously, and if he hadn't reacted in time with a sudden change in his face, he would have been stabbed through the skull on the spot.
One sword and one sword.
Both of them only performed one move each.
The terrifying strength of the Grand Master level cannot be described in words. With a single stroke of the sword, any changes in martial arts on Daoyishan Mountain can be broken, and even Song Yu's sword can be chopped open!
but……
Song Yu's eyes were resolute. In order to keep Lin Qingqing's hope of revitalizing Daoyishan in the future, he would protect the girl even if he risked his life here.
Although the sword was short, Song Yu's attack was endless. He broke the sword with one hand, and the palm of the other hand actually turned purple. It was another excellent martial art of Dao Yishan, "Great Purple Sun Palm Power".
Originally, this martial art had to reach the master level and cultivate the 'Purple Yang True Qi' in the body before it could exert its true power. It was easy to burn wood and melt snow with one palm.
As a great master, Wei Wuji could tell at a glance that Song Yu's martial arts was only an outer sect, without the support of true energy, and it had no power even 20% out of 100%. His eyes flashed with a hint of ridicule:
"Come on, let me see how many excellent martial arts skills you have in Dao Yishan, enough for you to use?"
Seeing that Song Yu's palm didn't have any vitality, he held the knife across his chest, sneered and kicked him sideways.
If a swordsman does not use a sword to deal with an enemy, wouldn't it be the greatest insult to that person?
Unexpectedly.
The next moment, Song Yu's palm was facing the sole of his foot.
Tear~
Wei Wuji's boots shattered instantly, and a terrifying finger force that could penetrate the heart and break bones came from between Song Yu's five fingers.
"External finger strength?" His expression changed slightly: "Interesting, I didn't expect that a sect like Dao Yishan, which claims to be a righteous sect, would actually practice such sinister bone-breaking and heart-breaking martial arts."
Wei Wuji seems to be a Taoist, but he has the power of a great master. His energy flows all over his body, and every part of his body is protected by his true energy.
Even if Song Yu had hidden the power of the 'Nine Yin Divine Claws' and the 'Heart-Destroying Palm' behind the 'Great Purple Sun Palm Power' just now, it had only penetrated Wei Wuji's boots and failed to injure his body.
Another moment.
Wei Wuji's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "I don't have the patience to play with you anymore, so die!"
He immediately kicked Song Yu back ten feet away.
He raised the Lone Star Sword with both hands to the top of his head, and the terrifying Great Master Sword Qi rushed upward, causing the pouring rain to stop falling on him.
If you are full of arrogance, don’t let the rain get on you!
boom!
Song Yu, who was kicked back to the Podi Temple, spat out a mouthful of blood and raised his head in shock. Only then did he realize how big the gap was between himself and the great master.
Even if you possess all kinds of excellent martial arts, hitting the opponent will be of no use if you are not in a state of perfection.
Suddenly, he turned around in fear, and what was even more unbelievable was that Lin Qingqing and the others did not escape: "You two, actually..."
Faced with Wei Wuji's about to strike, Lin Qingqing looked at Song Yu's anxious and frantic expression. She didn't say anything, just shook her head, and then turned to look at Wei Wuji resolutely.
Song Yu understood instantly.
He had already seen the cleverness of this bright girl, and he had probably seen through the gap in strength between himself and that person, and knew that even if he was blocking them in front, they would not be able to escape very far.
So, why run away?
If you die, you will die together.
Lin Qingqing's eyes were fixed on Wei Wuji, who was looking at the knife, with no fear in her eyes.
When she was a little bit injured, she would scream in pain. Now that she has grown up, it has not changed much.
It's just that she is afraid of pain, but not afraid of death!
This person came to kill Dao Yishan's people. Even though she was only a registered disciple of Chen Sha, she still had the courage to die with Song Yu!
Woohoo~~
Wei Wuji's sword had already struck from a distance of two feet. The angle of his strike was extremely precise. It seemed that it was going straight towards the three of them, but it would only kill two people and would not touch a single hair of Lin Qingqing's hair.
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Seeing that he was about to die, Song Yu also felt bitter in his heart. He didn't expect that even though he had protected the road to the end, he could not protect anything.
"I'm sorry, junior brother..."
The moment this thought arose, Song Yu suddenly remembered something.
"You carry this thing with you. When you are in danger, knock it several times. Unless you are a first-grade great innate, no one can hurt your life."
Song Yu's vision had been swallowed up by Wei Wuji's sword light. At the last moment of his life, he remembered these words, so he closed his eyes tightly and took out the Zhou Guangshi.
He didn't know what the function of this thing was, he just wanted to treat a dead horse as a living horse.
clang!!!
There was a dull sound like a knife slashing a thousand-year-old copper bell, deafening, spreading for several miles in this rainy night.
Buzz~~~
For a moment, heaven and earth were silent, and only the sound of gold and iron striking each other echoed between heaven and earth.
A figure wearing a wide robe appeared out of thin air beside the bonfire.
He put his hands behind his back, raised one sleeve of his robe high, stretched out his jade-white palm, and firmly grasped Wei Wuji's sword with five fingers, stopping two feet in front of Song Yu and the others.
The knife that cut away all the rainwater and made the area within a few feet as dry as the scorching sun fell into the hands of the young Taoist priest wearing a wide robe, with only a slight force on the five finger joints...
Click~~
The sword energy, which was like ice crystals, immediately scattered all over the sky and merged into the endless raindrops.
"Who are you?!"
Wei Wuji's expression changed drastically.
From what he could see, this handsome young Taoist priest wearing a wide robe seemed to appear from the air.
Wei Wuji is at the level of a great master.
Is there any master in the world who can appear in front of him silently and teleport, and take this knife with the utmost ease?
Masters in the same realm never have such strength...
Wei Wuji had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Master!"
"Junior Brother Head!"
Immediately afterwards, two exclamations came from Lin Qingqing and Song Yu.
Qi Zhengyi also followed, eyes widened, looking in disbelief at the familiar figure with his back to them.
Couldn't he be his teacher...
Chen Sha!
Several people were in disbelief as to why the leader, who was clearly unable to come down from Daoyi Mountain, suddenly appeared next to them.