The light of the sword reaches the sky, reaches the bottom of the earth, and cuts down leisurely, giving people an irresistible force.
At this moment, countless guards of the Wu Kingdom were shocked.
Wu Zixu is the most respected Prime Minister of the country. If he is injured here and the king of Wu punishes him, who can bear it?
"Well done!"
However, Wu Zixu was not surprised but overjoyed. He let out a long roar, and a ray of light in his hand shone like a swimming dragon.
His weapon is also a sword.
And it's a three-foot long sword.
The longer the swords of this era were, the more difficult they were to forge. The ordinary protective swords were only more than one foot long, and they tended to be long daggers. The swords carried by scholar-bureaucrats were three feet long, but they were decorative swords. Due to their quality,
It is brittle and easy to break and cannot be used for fighting. It is only worn as a symbol of robes and jade.
However, the long sword in Wu Zixu's hand was obviously a magical weapon. The sword body was green and blue, and the hilt was cast into the shape of a dragon. Divine patterns flowed around, activating the aura of heaven and earth. With a clang, he forcefully swung the flying sword away.
Not only that, Wu Zixu pierced the air with his sword and swept towards the clouds.
The swords crossed and an old man appeared.
This man has a rather peculiar appearance, with a protruding forehead, deep-set eyes, high cheekbones, and a wide-open mouth. At first glance, he looks like an ape.
But his waist was straight and he held a long sword, like a stream of autumn water flowing down.
"It turns out it's Duke Yuan of the State of Lu. I heard that you are an excellent swordsman. Is it this Shadow-bearing Sword that bribed you to come to the State of Wu to do fine work?"
Wu Zixu smiled coldly.
Hanguang Chengying is a famous sword in the world and is extremely valuable.
Wu Zixu knew very well that this sword fell into the hands of the Ren family of Wu State a few years ago, and is now in the hands of Duke Yuan. Apparently there was a deal between the two parties.
"I have seen Wu Xiangguo. They still have great years. Why should Xiangguo kill them all and leave no room for them?"
Duke Yuan saluted and begged, but those noble family members were also hanging in the air, their bodies shivering and they did not dare to move.
"Sin is sin! Leaving room for it? Ridiculous!"
However, Wu Zixu flatly refused. With his white hair flying and no mercy, he swung his sword to kill him.
The sword was originally a gentleman's weapon, and Wu Zixu was also a noble scholar, but at this time, driven by the murderous intention, he became extremely fierce and unstoppable.
The pace of his attack was like the trampling of dragons and horses, and there was the sound of the iron hooves of war horses, shattering the void, and the sword wind was in front of him in an instant.
Mr. Yuan sighed secretly and held the shadow in his hands. No one could see how he moved. A curtain of sword light spun out in front of him. It was a combination of hardness and softness, endlessly enveloping Wu Zixu's sword intention.
Such a defensive position can be said to be airtight and watertight.
However, Wu Zixu raised the corner of his mouth, and the sword in his hand suddenly burst out with thousands of sharp edges, directly tearing open the light curtain.
The fierce murderous intention that shocked the soul made the young masters of the aristocratic families and the guards of the Wu Kingdom who were watching around them retreat in horror. They felt that their souls were about to be cut into pieces.
Duke Yuan was the first to bear the brunt and had to retreat.
When Wu Zixu gained power, he did not spare others, and directly seized the palace to expand his advantage.
After failing to make a hundred moves, Mr. Yuan was at a loss and fell into an absolute disadvantage.
"This white-haired guy is so fierce. Even though the old man gave way, he is so aggressive!"
Nightshade couldn't stand it anymore and stuck out her tongue.
"It's not a matter of giving in. In this kind of duel, those who dare not kill will definitely lose!"
Gu Cheng shook his head slightly.
The reason why Duke Yuan lost to Wu Zixu had nothing to do with their swordsmanship, it was purely due to their superior fighting spirit.
Wu Zixu's hatred was fierce, Yuan Gong was humble, and the sword was a murderous weapon. Naturally, the former was more powerful.
Wu Zixu is recognized as the god of revenge. He was the first person in history to dig up graves and whip corpses. His life is divided into three stages.
The first stage is the son of an aristocratic of the Chu State. His father is the crown prince of the Chu State. His evaluation of this son is: he is strong-willed and tolerant, and can achieve great things.
The second stage is when the family is caught in a power struggle and the entire family is wiped out. Only Wu Zixu escapes, and the road to revenge begins.
He first fled to the Song Dynasty. The Song Dynasty was in civil strife and could not send troops, so he fled to the Zheng Kingdom. Zheng Jun took him in, but did not agree to lend troops. He was eager for revenge, so he instigated the Zheng Kingdom's powerful officials to rebel. As a result, he failed and again
He fled to the state of Wu and survived by playing flute and begging for food.
Qingji's father, King Wu of Wu, recognized his talents and made him a doctor, but King Wu was unwilling to send troops for him, so Wu Zixu turned to Prince Guang and offered a plan to kill King Wu of Wu.
The difference between such an unfaithful and unjust act and two betrayal of the Lord and Lu Bu is that he did not recognize his adoptive father.
This extreme and madness did not subside until they invaded the capital of Chu State, dug out the dead King of Chu from his grave, and whipped his corpse three hundred times.
From then on, Wu Zixu entered the third stage of his life and became an important minister of the State of Wu. He helped two generations of Wu kings conquer east and west, and made great achievements.
But later, King Wu Fu Chai ignored his advice and spared Yue King Gou Jian, and believed the slanderous words to kill him. Before Wu Zixu committed suicide, he asked a retainer to dig out his eyeballs and hang them on the east gate of Gusu to watch the Yue invaders.
When Wu was destroyed, Fu Chai was furious and almost wanted to whip the corpse.
That's a story later. Now Wu Zixu is in the second stage. In order to get revenge, he will do anything at all costs.
Let alone a mere Duke Yuan, who wiped out all the aristocratic families of the Wu Kingdom without blinking an eye.
"Brother Wang, let's help that old man!"
Seeing that Mr. Yuan was about to be defeated, Long Kui Lu saw the injustice and was ready to draw his sword to help.
The civil strife in Wu would only benefit Jiang State. Normally, Gu Cheng would not take action, but from Mr. Yuan's body, he sensed a familiar aura.
That is Wuchen Sword Intent.
Even though it is extremely weak, the root of this person's sword control skills actually comes from Wuchen.
"good!"
In view of this, Gu Cheng pressed down with his palm.
A sword like clouds and water swept across the sky.
The Gusu City that had just laid its foundation suddenly shook, and the divine patterns on countless bricks and stones shone, flowing and gathering together to form a seamless sword array, which fell from the sky.
It was like a flash of thunder in the dark night, tearing the sky and illuminating the eternity. In an instant, Wu Zixu, who was so fierce and arrogant just now, smashed into the ground, stirring up dust all over the sky. Duke Yuan was swept away by the sword light.
Disappeared without a trace.
Both the family members and the guards were stunned. After a while, the former gave a shout and dispersed like birds and beasts, and the storm, which was not big or small, was calmed down.
But Mr. Yuan was spinning around, and he had arrived on the Yangtze River. In front of him was a pair of beautiful people, looking at him with a smile.
"Did the young master do that sword?"
His beard trembled slightly, he was extremely excited, and he felt a sense of satisfaction that he would die by the morning after hearing the truth.
"That's right! If you understand it carefully, you can become a master of swordsmanship!"
Gu Cheng nodded and asked, "Who taught you the skill of wielding a sword?"
"this……"
Mr. Yuan's expression changed several times, but he finally did not dare to lie. He said honestly: "I met a Yue girl by chance in the country of Yue ten years ago. She inspired me to develop this method of wielding a sword with Qi!"