The Birth of Tianjiao Chapter 30: Misfortune comes to Wudang
The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.
In a moment, the big avalanche stopped, and the valley more than a hundred feet deep disappeared.
Another day and night passed.
"Chi la", "chi la", a few crisp sounds. "Peng", a figure jumped out from the snow.
On the boundless snowfield, Dugu Xiaotian knelt down with his sword in hand, panting.
"Fortunately, I ran to a high place and blocked my breath with sword movements, leaving a snow cave. Otherwise, I would have been suffocated under the snow." Dugu Xiaotian said with lingering fear.
Before the big avalanche fell, Xiaotian had already rushed more than ninety feet to the height. At the last moment of life and death, he used the "Pine Forest" sword style to withstand a small part of the falling snow. Although he only had three breaths, he was still alive.
A snow cave more than one meter wide and seven or eight meters deep was formed underneath to store Wu's fame.
The most powerful thing about avalanches is that, first, huge chunks of snow fall from the sky, crushing people to death. Second, people are buried under the snow, unable to move, and suffocated to death.
After Dugu Xiaotian fell to the bottom of the snow cave, he was exhausted. The "Pine Forest" sword style, which was fully stimulated between life and death, drained all the inner energy in his body instantly.
He sat cross-legged at the bottom of the snow cave, using his inner strength techniques, forgetting both things and me, and slowly regained his true Hongmeng strength.
Ten hours later, Dugu Xiaotian stood up. At the critical moment of life and death, Hongmeng Zhenjin was fully activated. His inner strength was not only restored, but also improved a lot. His Hongmeng Jin had reached the peak of the seventh level.
Feeling that he was having difficulty breathing in the snow cave, Dugu Xiaotian hurriedly pulled out his Pingtian Sword, performed the "Wave Wave" sword style, and dug upwards.
After spending a cup of tea and digging upwards more than ten feet, I finally broke out of the snow layer.
Dugu Xiaotian followed his memory and walked to the place where his mount was buried.
He carried the "yellow sand" sword style and kept pushing aside the snow. It took him nearly three hours to finally find the horse that had been crushed to death under the snow.
He took off the tent, dry firewood, flint, dry food, water, etc. from the horse one by one. He set up a tent nearby, lit a fire, ate dry food, and after the furs were completely dry, he spread it on the ground to sleep.
Dugu Xiaotian woke up from his deep sleep. He felt full of energy and fatigue was gone.
He walked out of the tent. At this time, there were stars outside the tent and the bright moon was hanging high. Thinking of his narrow escape this time, he was very sad.
Immediately, Dugu Xiaotian danced the Pingtian Sword and began to practice the five sword styles of breeze, drizzle, pine forest, ocean waves, and yellow sand.
At that time, he faced a huge avalanche in person, and on the thin line between life and death, his mind was exceptionally clear. The endless power of the big avalanche at that moment was deeply engraved in his mind.
When he waved the Pingtian Sword, the scene of the big avalanche appeared again, and the blue air mass in his mind flashed several times.
"Big avalanche, everything is indestructible, everything is indestructible!" Dugu Xiaotian murmured to himself, his sword style suddenly became powerful and strong, and there was a faint "roaring" sound as he swung the sword.
The sky is covered with snow, so magnificent that the sky and the earth are completely the same color. Only a silvery white can be seen, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.
After a long time, Dugu Xiaotian's long sword remained motionless, and there was a buzzing sound from the blade. "Avalanche style" Dugu Xiaotian shouted loudly, and the long sword slashed towards the snow in front of him. "Wow",
A five-foot-long ravine appeared on the pure white snow, splashing snow powder all over the sky.
"This sword style should be the most powerful among my offensive moves." Dugu Xiaotian thought to himself. "Well, Hongmeng Jin is already at the early stage of the eighth level. Let's take a rest and continue on our way."
East China Sea, Changsheng Island.
The waves are rolling and there are many rocks.
A beautiful girl dressed in red holds two swords, and the swords are like the wind. Cuiyun holds a long sword and can't help but parry.
"Dang, Dang, Dang" there was a rapid sound of sword strikes. The girl in red took three steps back, and Cuiyun also took a step back.
"Okay!" With a sweet shout, Leng Qingshuang, dressed in black and gauze, walked over.
"Xiaoyue's martial arts have made rapid progress recently. She has practiced Wuying Qinggong and Assassin's Sword Technique to extremely high levels, which is very rare!" Leng Qingshuang said happily.
"Master, I have been practicing diligently for six years, and now my inner strength has reached its seventh level. When can I leave the island?" Li Xiaoyue wrinkled her delicate little nose and asked in a sweet voice.
"Why, do you miss your brother Xiaotian?" Leng Qingshuang asked with a half-smile. Cuiyun couldn't help but smile after hearing this.
"Master!" Li Xiaoyuexia's cheeks were raw and she lowered her head. "I want to go out early and avenge my father!" she said softly.
"Your brother Xiaotian is now famous all over the world. What girl doesn't love him?" Cuiyun joked. "First he killed King Shen, and then defeated the 'number one man in the capital' Zhang Shouren. At the age of sixteen, he became the world-famous 'Xiaotian'."
Leng Qingshuang said slowly: "General Li Ji's martial arts are unfathomable. Over the years, he has obtained the correct interpretation of the Nine Yin Sutra. His martial arts may have broken through the ninth level of the Nine Yin Internal Strength. In addition, he has many masters under his command, and his son Li
Tianba' is even more the leader of the younger generation."
"Xiaoyue, please remember not to be impulsive. After you find Dugu Xiaotian, you need to think carefully before planning revenge!"
"When your inner strength reaches the eighth level, Cuiyun will leave the island with you. You will first meet up with Wuji, then find Dugu Xiaotian and take revenge together." Leng Qingshuang said solemnly.
"Okay, Xiaoyue must practice hard and strive to break through the eighth level of inner strength as soon as possible!" Li Xiaoyue said firmly with her eyes shining.
Leng Qingshuang looked at Li Xiaoyue's bright eyes, sighed softly, and left the coast.
In Hubei, everyone in Wudang Mountain is dressed in plain clothes.
It has been more than 20 days since the death of Master Tianhong. All Wudang Sect disciples are wearing sackcloth and mourning, and many disciples still have sad expressions on their faces.
At this time, all the major martial arts sects here sent people to express their condolences, and Song Qingfeng received them one by one.
On this day in the Zhenwu Palace, the Six Wudang Heroes and Song Shuling gathered here to discuss important matters.
"Shu Ling, how has your internal strength progressed in the past few days?" Song Qingfeng asked solemnly.
"Dad, my internal energy has broken through to the ninth level, and now my Dantian is full of Tai Chi internal energy. It will take two to three years for Taishang Master's mid-nine level true energy to be gradually transferred to every acupuncture point in the body.
." Song Shuling replied respectfully.
"Senior brother, Shu Ling has broken through to the ninth level. Together with you, Wudang now has two masters in the early stage of the ninth level of internal strength. Isn't that enough to resist foreign enemies?" Zhou Yunbi asked anxiously.
Hearing this, Song Qingfeng sighed softly, "Thirty years ago, three of the leaders of the five major sects, three of whom were in the early stages of the ninth level of internal energy, and two who were at the eighth level of perfection, fought against Ujitso, and both sides suffered losses. At that time, Ujitso's cultivation level should have been
We have reached the middle stage of the ninth level of internal strength."
Having said this, Song Qingfeng paused, "Now that Wujicuo has returned to China, his martial arts must be even more powerful. I'm afraid he has reached the late stage of the ninth level of internal strength."
"Although Shu Ling's talent is high, with her cultivation at the early stage of the ninth level of inner strength, she can compete with the middle stage of the ninth level. Even so, coupled with my cultivation at the early stage of the ninth level of inner strength, it is still difficult to resist the infinite Dharma King."
Speaking of this, Song Qingfeng then asked: "Shu Ling, how is your practice of the 'Zhenwu Seven Intersections Formation' passed down to you by the Supreme Master?"
"My child has become quite proficient these days!" Song Shuling said respectfully.
At this moment, "Dang, Dang, Dang", three distant bells rang continuously from the bottom of the mountain, and the bells echoed continuously in the mountains.
Everyone in the palace was startled when they heard the bell ringing three times. Normally, when sects come and go, the bell rings once. When the bell rings three times, it means that a very powerful visitor has arrived.
After half a stick of incense, Mingyue, the Taoist priest at the foot of the mountain, hurried over to ask for an audience.
"Mingyue, why are you panicking? Who came down the mountain?" Song Qingfeng asked.
Taoist Master Mingyue is in his fifties, and his face has deep wrinkles.
He took a long breath and said, "Report to the leader, masters from Wusi Zang, Turpan and Tianzhu at the foot of the mountain are here, saying that they want to come up the mountain to compete with me in Wudang!"