Nian Liandan put down his wine glass and got out of the car with his sword in hand, "May I ask which swordsman is in front of you?"
Yin Susu first reminded her husband, "Ignore him, he is cheating and wants to interrupt you."
However, under the influence of Qi, Zhang Wuxia exhaled and made a loud sound, as bright as thunder.
"I nourish the aura of awe-inspiring..."
At the same time, he urged his horse forward with a far-sighted gaze, not looking at Nian Liandan, as if they didn't exist.
In fact, he has sunk into that awe-inspiring and righteous artistic conception. He holds a sword to the sky and the earth, swings the sword wherever he goes, and cuts off all the evil ways that harm the world.
Haoran's sword energy swept past, and Nian Liandan naturally saw the sword's intention.
His face changed drastically, he vomited blood, threw his sword, and retreated violently.
His artistic conception is ruined, his skill is greatly reduced, he can't even hand out the sword, and all his martial arts moves are useless.
"The direction of the sword can ward off all evils..."
Zhang Wuxia rode his horse and rushed through the defense line at the lead. No one made a move, and they were all vomiting blood because they couldn't get out.
The horses automatically separated to let Zhang Wuxia pass.
The Golden Gate Lion King asked Yin Susu to go first. He picked up the Black Iron Sword and walked slowly behind.
He also bowed his hands to Nian Liandan in the distance, causing him to vomit blood again and become so angry.
…
In the dark place in the distance, the Maitreya disciples who were waiting for a bargain were dumbfounded. Should they go ahead or not?
He injured Grand Master Nian Liandan in one move. They all thought about it, but they couldn't beat him no matter what.
They didn't move, but the killers of the Blue Dragon Society did. They mistakenly took the black iron sword that the Golden Gate Lion King had just picked up as a dragon-slaying knife.
As a result, the entire army vomited blood before even a single move was made - Zhang Wuxia's confidence greatly increased after breaking through the barrier, and his sword intention became more and more powerful.
The Zhang family didn't kill them, so the Maitreya followers simply went and took advantage.
The Magician's Palace was in the Ming Dynasty, so they could not leave Bingzhou easily, and the Maitreya Sect did not provoke them.
The Qinglong Society has assassins in Jiuzhou and secretly, and there is some quarrel with the Maitreya Sect in Youzhou, so it just happened to be the same.
But when did Zhang Wuxia's swordsmanship become so powerful? He is like a sword god. Could it be because of the dragon-slaying knife?
…
Magician's Palace.
It was a small village in a hill. It was really not big. This was to prevent the imperial court from destroying it and causing loss of property.
The magician and Li Chimei were sitting opposite each other in the courtyard, drinking tea and watching swords under the moonlight. One was handsome and the other was beautiful, and they complemented each other perfectly.
"It's rare to see what you are so interested in."
"Originally I wasn't interested, but the knife you brought back is different."
"Why is it different?"
"Smell it."
"I smelled the smell of sulfur all the way, which means that this knife was made of earthly fire, so I believed in the Golden Retriever Lion King."
"How does it feel in your hand?"
"Hot."
"You can't lose your anger, can you?"
"Don't show off."
"This sword is not made by hand, but is thrown into the earth's fire and suppressed by the peerless masculine power."
"ah?"
"The inside and outside are integrated, without any slight gaps. This is something that no master forger can do. No matter how many times they hammer it, there will be tiny gaps inside the blade, and there will be patterns after hammering on the outside."
The magician pressed his palm on the knife and listened to the echo as the true energy trembled, which was round and perfect.
"Those forging patterns are just flaws for the best masters, and the tiny gaps inside the blade are fatal weaknesses."
Li Chimei smoothed her hair and said, "So you don't need weapons, just your fists."
"What interests me most about this knife is these arcs." The magician traced the back and edge of the knife with his finger, "Do you know what these mean?"
"I don't know, I just know that if you don't tell me, I will go back to sleep. It's not my habit to stay up late."
"Ha, this is softness."
"Strength and softness are combined, so what?"
"This is when the sword comes out of fire. It uses extremely cold skills to swipe it out to shape and cool down the sword. Wow, how easy it is to do this."
"Uh, you're saying that a person possesses both extremely yang and yin skills at the same time."
"No, this person is mainly soft and strong. He must be the yin pole generating the yang. To us, this is so wonderful."
Li Chimei's mouth was dry, so she drank it all, "I don't have any hope anymore. You should slowly realize it."
Put down the tea cup, the person has gone away, leaving only a lingering fragrance.
The technique of Tian Mei Condensing Yin cannot generate Yang. Although his skill is not inferior to that of the Supreme Master, his level is still at the level of the Great Grand Master.
…
On the third day, the magician saw Nian Liandan and others.
With just one glance, one could tell that Nian Liandan and others' minds were shattered. If they couldn't overcome it, they would be nothing but useless masters in this life.
"Who is it?"
"Reporting to Master, it is Zhang Wuxia who used Haoran Zhengqi. The disciple wonders if it is the secret in the dragon-slaying knife."
"I understand. Let's send Mr. Nian back to his hometown and have a good rest."
"yes."
Nian Liandan's mouth moved, but he finally said nothing. He knew that he was not qualified to speak now.
…
At the same time, the Golden Retriever Lion King said goodbye to the Zhang family with a black iron sword.
Zhang Wuxia is now capable of fighting even against the supreme master, so he should find a place to practice quietly.
The Zhang family changed their identities and sneaked all the way back to Wudang, unaware that a pair of unwilling guys were following behind them.
So, in the small town at the foot of Wudang Mountain, Zhang Wuxia went up the mountain to report the situation, and the danger came to Yin Susu and Zhang Wuji who were staying in the tavern.
However, Yin Susu was extremely smart and had an extraordinary memory. She discovered at a glance that the shambling old man with a stick was Luzhangke, one of the two elders of Xuanming.
An excited spirit took Zhang Wuji and fled.
"Where to go!" Hebi Weng broke through the wooden wall and clapped his palms out, one grabbing Yin Susu's chest and the other grabbing Zhang Wuji.
"Shameless!"
Yin Susu had no choice but to stop and jump up to avoid being attacked from both sides.
The two elders Xuanming and Ming climbed up one after another, with evil smiles on their faces.
"boom!"
Yin Susu broke open the ceiling and got out of the roof. She was already holding the child, but now she became even more passive.
"Here."
Seeing the four dirty hands of Mr. Xuan Ming approaching, he shouted loudly, followed by four flashes of cold light.
"oops."
The two elders Xuan Ming screamed and flew back, with four red silk flying knives stuck on the backs of their four hands.
A graceful young master jumped up to the roof, clasped his fists and said: "Li Xunhuan, I'm in the lower academy. I see that the two of you really don't look like old people who should be respected. In order to save people, you have to be a bit harsh. If you don't accept it, I can teach you at any time."
"Tsk, tsk, this is bullying others. I like it, so just count me, Lu Xiaofeng."
"Ha, let's join in the fun. Including me, Hu Tiehua and Little Bedbug, we can play mahjong."
"I'm Chu Liuxiang." A handsome young man was dragged up by a sloppy young man smelling of alcohol. He touched his nose helplessly.
Seeing many people from the world gathered around on the street downstairs, Xuan Ming and his wife made a tacit agreement to get out of the way, but before leaving, they put down what their master had told them.
"Zhang Cuishan, you recognize the thief as your brother for the Dragon Saber."
"Marrying a cult witch as a wife is despised by the martial arts, and everyone will kill her if she finds it."
In just two sentences, the town exploded.
Yin Susu's face was pale, and Zhang Wuji's face was pale and his teeth were clenched.
"This madam, Lord Ling..."
"Wuji, Wuji..."
Yin Susu looked at her son and found that he had been hit by a palm in the back. The evil green color was the Xuanming Divine Palm.