Little Sword stood up and led the Laughing Fairy to fly away to the south with an indifferent expression. There was no sigh and nothing to say.
"It's a pity..." Huahualuo gently put on the veil that covered her face, waved her long sleeves lightly, and drifted away...
It's a pity... It's a pity that the flowers bloom and fall for the Laughing Fairy, and it's a pity that the Laughing Fairy doesn't exist. There are many, many geniuses in the world who are worthy of pity. Without a glass of wine, it can only be used to commemorate the death of another genius in the world... He has been in the world for many years.
She has seen too many such geniuses, and has felt sorry for such geniuses countless times. Therefore, she will never sigh for such geniuses for too long. There are so many such geniuses that she can’t sigh, and many faces have long become blurred.
…
Outside the pavilion, the rain kept falling.
Looking at the misty rain curtain, Bu Cun sighed leisurely. She is already old, and her heart is already old. When she was young, such a genius would always make her unable to let go for some time. It is a pity... it is a pity that the talents of those fallen geniuses
, not my own...
In the forest, a figure slowly stepped out of the forest.
A pair of rough, generous palms hang casually on both sides of the body, and a long knife hangs on the waist of the dark green Qinglong battle suit.
Heavy rain fell on the bamboo hat, flowing down the waterline continuously along the edge... Under the bamboo hat, a pair of radiant eyes fell on the back of the pavilion looking at the rain curtain.
The rain keeps falling.
He waited for a long time, but did not wait for the figure in the pavilion to turn around, so he understood that his appearance was not unexpected.
"You just don't have a wife?"
The figure in the red dress in the pavilion still didn't look back, looking at the rain curtain outside the hall. "Are you Dao Wuming?"
Dao Wuming felt slightly startled, but immediately returned to his usual calmness. "Madam, do you know I will come?"
"People always need a place to stand. One day you will be tired and tired of killing."
Dao Wuming was silent and almost turned around to leave. At this moment, he felt that his self-esteem had been hurt in some way... When the Brothel Sword killed the elder of the Tianji Sect, he knew that he would not be able to join the Tianji Sect. Among the various god sects in the alliance, a member of the Tianji Sect
As for enemies, only Tianmeng dares and can contain them.
Joining the Tianmeng is a goal that Dao Wuming has already made clear, so he came here just to test the sword, and also to take the opportunity to become famous in the world and come as a famous person. Killing one person is the enemy of Tianji, and killing a group is the same. In this case, why not
Kill more, why not kill until everyone in the world knows about it?
"Madam, you think I, Dao Wuming, can't stand being chased?"
"So you think it's a shameful thing for people to have a place to live." Bu Cun smiled. "If this is a shame, then everyone in the world should be so ashamed that they can't even lift their heads."
Dao Wuming was relieved, he had thought too much. Yes, everyone in the world has a place to stand.
"Thank you Madam for taking me in." Dao Wuming said, striding towards the pavilion. "I heard that Madam used to have very high martial arts skills."
Bu Cun didn't look back or speak.
When Dao Wuming walked into the pavilion, a blade of light flashed for an instant - and then stopped abruptly!
The blade of the blade was almost attached to Wu Cun's neck, but it could no longer move forward because the two fingers of Wu Cun's raised right hand clamped the blade tightly. Dao Wuming did not continue to press forward, he just wanted to know what the man in front of him was.
Do women really have the qualifications to face him without turning back? I just want to know if there is an old Jianghu who is not a loser. I just want her to know that he, Dao Wuming, is not a loser.
"I believe there is no sword faster than mine in the world. Madam, how do you think my sword compares with the sword of Legend of Justice?"
"Your sword is much faster than the Legend of Justice before the opening of the Three Realms."
"What now?" Three hundred years have passed since the opening of the Three Realms. The martial arts era has gone through many changes. If he is not as fast as the sword of the Legend of Justice at that time, then he is no different from a drunkard.
"I haven't seen his sword again since the opening of the Three Realms."
Long sword, put into the sheath. This is the real answer. The sword has no name and nothing to say. "Madam is the first person to take my sword."
Bu Cun stared at the rain outside the court, and for a moment thought of the Laughing Fairy who left... "There are many regrettable geniuses in the world. They died for various reasons. There is one reason why the most geniuses are buried, and that is, in the wrong place.
It was time to challenge the wrong opponent.”
The nameless sword was silent for a long time. He clasped his fists and already respected Bu Cun in his heart. A master who lives up to his reputation deserves his respect. "Thank you madam for your kind words. Now I am only interested in the best sword in the world."
There was a flash of light, and on Dao Wuming's shoulder, there was a badge symbolizing the identity of the Tianmeng elders. There are three types of elders in each sect, one is involved in the management of the sect's affairs; the other is the senior and prestige elder.
Jianghu; the last one is a master with outstanding strength.
"If there are still people from the Tianji Sect who take action against you, just kill them. Those who ignore the Tianmeng's kindness, the Tianmeng will never show them mercy."
A smile finally appeared on Dao Wuming's face. He liked this sentence.
In the forest, a group of experts from the Tianji Sect ran out, each holding a long sword in his hand, with a face as cold as frost. They came here after Dao Wuming, but unexpectedly found that Dao Wuming was in the pavilion with Bu Cun.
When the leader saw the emblem of the Tianmeng Divine Sect on the shoulder of Dao Wuming who turned to face them, he clenched his fists in anger... "Let's go." But he didn't say anything, because his identity was not with him.
He is not qualified to negotiate, and he is not qualified to actively attack an elder of the Tianji Sect on behalf of the Tianji Sect.
Dao Wuming took off the badge on his shoulder and looked at it silently.
So far, he has forgotten how many disciples of the Tianji Sect he has killed, let alone how many elders and disciples there are among them. However, the Tianji Sect has never been afraid of giving up the pursuit of him. Now, a small side
The badge, however, frightened away the masters pursued by the Tianji faction.
Dao Wuming put on his badge again, and the NPC maid who led the way from Tianmeng Mountain came. She saluted respectfully, led the way, and led Dao Wuming to the residence of the main hall.
The rain keeps falling.
The woman held an umbrella and walked silently at the same pace as Yiyun.
It had been three hours, and Yiyun ignored her. Jia and others just followed behind silently. Until, a large group of Wudang hermits and hermit immortals came after her. The sound of the sword being unsheathed penetrated the rain curtain, killing her.
The energy spreads everywhere...
The woman nervously grasped the sword on her waist, which was worth only tens of thousands of taels and was of moderate length. The scabbard was full of ornaments. The scabbard was wrapped with cloth and inlaid with beautiful but different colored beads. It was a typical woman's sword.
, a beginner’s sword.
They are not in a hurry to replace their swords with better ones, but they are willing to use the little money to decorate their weapons as much as possible.
All the Yipintang masters hesitated for a moment and spontaneously surrounded the woman in the center. She was not one of theirs, and her life and death had nothing to do with them. However, after three hours of acquaintance, some of the woman's actions made many Yipintang masters unable to bear to ignore her.
.
"Don't take action, they won't kill you."
The well-intentioned reminder from a first-class master did not have the desired effect. The woman's hand holding the sword was clearly trembling, showing a novice's natural fear of powerful enemies and fear of fighting. However, she stubbornly threw it away.
Umbrella, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, trying hard to stop the sword from shaking. "I, I must help him!"
The Yiqianyipintang masters surrounding her were silent. Many of them stared at the woman's long, messy hair with surprised eyes. They had never seen such a novice, strangers, and incomprehensible colleagues.
He is not very courageous, but extremely brave. He tried his best to show tenderness and care for Yiyun along the way, and even trembled and insisted on drawing his sword when in danger.
He was so moved that he turned into some Yipintang masters and couldn't bear it. "We are not sure we can protect you."
"I, I'm not afraid!" The woman's teeth were chattering. "I'm really not afraid! You, you don't have to worry about me!"
The chasing enemies were getting closer and closer, and the cold weapons flashed with cold light in the light of lightning.
murderous look.
The deep purple Taiji light image flashed away.
Yiyun crossed hundreds of feet into the void and instantly appeared among the hermit immortals in the north. Exploding dark purple starry sword energy shot out from all directions... A large group of hermit masters were caught off guard and their vital points were penetrated by the starry sword energy.
, falling to the ground helplessly...
The frequently flashing pale green Taiji light pattern disappeared one after another with the Wudang hermits. When it appeared around Yiyun, the dark purple Taiji light pattern had already taken Yiyun away and moved away.
The masters of Yipintang penetrated the enemy group to the east like sharp blades, and the flying sword energy was continuous...quickly, using faster swords to kill the enemy first! Following Yiyun for a year, there were countless battles similar to these baptisms.
The masters of Yipintang have already summed up the most effective ways to deal with these powerful enemies.
Everyone gave up the fear of life and death in an instant, abandoned all distracting thoughts, and looked at the dynamics of the enemies around them. Their consciousness kept catching the fatal gaps in the enemy's movements. The sword in their hands used the fastest speed to grab the enemy again and again.
Before the enemy's sword light strikes, penetrate the opponent's fatal vital point...
In the heavy rain, mixed with splashing blood, it fell all over the sky... corpses fell to the ground one after another.
The blood rain had already turned the woman and the First-Rank Hall masters who protected her into bloody men. No one had the time to waste their energy and energy to form a barrier to block the blood rain from reaching their body. Enemies were swarming from all directions, and the First-Rank Hall masters who protected the woman were surrounded.
The circular formation transformed into running ghostly shadows, using the Purple Sky Sword Formation and sword light to quickly strangle all approaching enemies...
The flying flesh and blood and the dizzying sword light left the woman in a state of bewilderment. Yes, for a newcomer, exposed to such a life-and-death battle with so many masters, even a sword light cannot be seen clearly, except
Watching in panic, unable to do anything.
As the number of Wudang hermits under siege increased, the circular formation lost its original momentum. More and more Wudang hermits broke through the outer circle of the sword formation and rushed inside. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point.
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