"Alas, time and luck..." The Clay Bodhisattva, with a stooped figure, looked like an old man on the verge of decay. He looked at the tyrant lying on the ground and felt many emotions in his heart. Who could have imagined that he was so domineering and arrogant.
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"I, Xiongba, shouldn't listen to your nonsense." Xiongba stared at the Clay Bodhisattva with hatred in his eyes. If his cultivation had not been completely lost at this moment, Xiongba would really have wished to eat his flesh and blood.
"Leader Xiong Ba, let me ask you, can you find Fengyun?" Ni Bodhisattva turned a blind eye to Xiong Ba's hateful eyes and just asked calmly.
Xiong Ba, his expression stagnated slightly, then said angrily: "Feng Yun, I have accepted a disciple Bu Jingyun, and the intuition in my heart tells me that he is the so-called Yun in your criticism. If Feng Yun gets one, I shouldn't be either.
Is this the ending?"
"The wind is invisible and the clouds are impermanent. Finding one of them will not help. Leader Xiong, you should go find the wind. If you find the wind, you can borrow the power of the wind and clouds to reach the sky again." Shaking his head, the Ni Bodhisattva said to Xiong Ba
After saying these words, he turned around and left.
"At this moment, my cultivation is completely useless. I am already a useless person. Will there be a day when I can reach the sky again?" Looking at the leaving figure of the Clay Bodhisattva and hearing what he said to himself, Xiongba's eyes couldn't help but light up slightly.
asked loudly.
"Master Xiong, do you think it's impossible? Then if I told Leader Xiong before today that you would end up like this, do you think it's possible?" Clay Bodhisattva staggered, stooped, and left slowly, but his voice was
It came from afar.
Hearing this, Xiong Ba felt that it was reasonable. He was more like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw. Seeing that the figure of the Clay Buddha had gone away, he couldn't help shouting: "Clay Bodhisattva, wait a minute.
, where exactly is the wind you call?”.
"The wind is formless and formless, and you are the only one in the world who can find it. If I had known it, I would have told you on the day I gave you the criticism." The last words of the Clay Bodhisattva were slightly ethereal, and the figure disappeared in the distance.
In the eyes of the tyrant.
"Wind and cloud? Can Fengyun reach the sky again?" Although Ni Bodhisattva has left, Xiong Ba's eyes have slowly become firmer. For Xiong Ba, Ni Bodhisattva's words are definitely the last one.
A ray of hope.
Recovering some strength, Xiongba slowly got up from the ground. After treating the ferocious sword wounds on his body, his eyes were extremely firm and he murmured to himself: "Is Jinlin~ a thing in the pool?
The changing dragon and cloud in the wind and clouds are Bu Jingyun. I am very sure that when I saw Bu Jingyun for the first time that day, I seemed to have a sense of it. From this point of view, I must travel all over the country to find that person.
Only 'wind' can have its day."
Although Xiongba doesn't know how he can make a comeback after his martial arts has been abolished, but what the Clay Bodhisattva said makes sense, the world is impermanent, and in numerology, everything is possible. Since destiny is like this, he can get it.
The wind and clouds can make the dragon soar into the sky, so you must find the remaining wind.
This person who believes in numerology believes in numerology. Just now he wanted to eat the Clay Bodhisattva, but the Clay Bodhisattva said a few useful comments to him. Xiong Ba regained his fighting spirit and determined to find the wind and make a comeback.
Two flowers bloomed, one on each branch. Not to mention what happened on Xiongba's side, in the Zhonghua Pavilion, with the sword master's move of the sword twenty-three that destroyed the world, almost all the masters of the eight sects and the Tianxiahui were killed or injured.
In addition, even Xiong Ba, the leader, had escaped, and they had even less fighting spirit, so they fled in panic one by one.
Soon, those people fled without a trace, leaving only the dead bodies on the ground, nameless, with a look of sorrow. Looking at the guys in Zhonghua Pavilion, almost all of them were dead, and I felt even sadder in my heart. Could it be that I
Is it really possible to commit a crime against the evil star?
Looking at the figure of the Sword Master, although there was no breath, his body was still as straight as a sword. Wuming walked up to the Sword Master, looked at his lifeless appearance, was silent for a long time, and suddenly sighed quietly,
Said: "Brother Jian, you still took a step ahead of me after all."
Brother Sword, this title may be the first time Wuming calls the Sword Master this way.
Wu Ming said he had taken a step early. I don't know if he meant that the sword master died earlier, or that he had gone further in the exploration of the sword. Perhaps it was a combination of both.
"The twenty-three swords that destroy the heaven and the earth." Dongfang Yu also looked at the figure of the sword master. Thinking of the scene just now, she asked Wuming with some doubts: "The twenty-three swords of the sword master are earth-shattering, but,
Why did it disappear in the end?"
This point was completely inconsistent with the original work. Dongfang Yu couldn't figure it out. Naturally, she had to ask Wuming, the master of swordsmanship.
"Brother Jian's move, Sword Twenty-Three, I just had a clue about it just now. In addition, I tried half a move before, and the vitality has been lost a lot. Finally, I forced it to be used, and naturally it will not last long." Wuming looked at the sword master silently, and nodded.
He replied without replying.
It can be said that the two have been fighting for many years in their lives, and they are both enemies and friends. Wuming never thought that in the end he would be saved by the Sword Master risking his life.
"That's it." After hearing Wuming's explanation, Dongfang Yu suddenly nodded.
To put it simply, the sword master is not very proficient in the sword twenty-three move. It can only be regarded as a half-baked sword skill. If he has a deeper understanding of this move in the future, and if he is not injured, after performing this move
There is no problem with one move, but unfortunately, he supported his injured body and insisted on using such a move to destroy the world, but he did not have the skills to master it. Therefore, this move can only be regarded as half of the sword master's move.
I can't hold it any longer.
The sword master died, and he died to save himself. This had a huge psychological impact on Wuming.
But in general, today's battle can be regarded as a tragic victory, but at the last moment, Xiong Ba actually escaped, which made Dongfang Yu secretly feel pity. However, even if Xiong Ba did not die, the Qi Sea in Tanzhong had been broken, so
Don't worry about what kind of trouble he will cause.
There are only a few waiters left in Zhonghua Pavilion, and most of them are more or less injured. After today's battle, it is obvious that it is not suitable to live in seclusion in Zhonghua Pavilion. Wuming has also thought about leaving. There are still four people left in the store.
The five waiters, Wuming waved their hands and asked them to leave.
Wuming obviously wanted to drive them away. The faces of these guys changed greatly and they begged. Wuming saved them back then. These people were grateful to Wuming from the bottom of their hearts and were willing to serve him for the rest of their lives, just like today.
He was willing to fight to the death for him, but Wuming wanted them to leave, and these people were unwilling.
"I am destined to be a lone star in the sky, and I am doomed to die alone in my life. All my relatives and friends who followed me will have no good end. I took you to live in seclusion in Zhonghua Pavilion. I didn't want to get involved in worldly affairs, but even so, many of you died miserably.
Come on, you go, I don’t want you to suffer from me and end up miserable." Wuming calmly shook his head and said to these guys.
"Boss, we are willing to die for you!" These guys, all of whom were tough men, said firmly.
"I've made up my mind, let's go", but Wuming was determined to let these people leave.
Of course there was no way to change what Wuming had already decided. In the end, these people were really helpless and could only turn around one step at a time and left slowly. Looking at this scene, Dongfang Yu also knew that Wuming was in a very uncomfortable mood at the moment, and
They didn't say anything, and finally, after the two of them laid the sword master to rest, they also left the Chinese Pavilion.
Half a month passed by in a flash.
Dongfangyu and Wuming appeared in Lingyun Cave. After half a month of retreat, Wuming had fully understood the move of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Clan. In addition, he and Dongfangyu discussed swords a few days ago, and the four swordsmen
The explanation of the scene has been inspired by the sword master's twenty-three moves. Wuming has made rapid progress in the way of swordsmanship these days.
In his own words, he has gained some understanding of the state of having no sword in his hand and no sword in his heart. Perhaps in a few months, or perhaps in a few years, Wuming will be able to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
Lingyun Cave!
Dongfang Yu and Wu Ming appeared at the entrance of Lingyun Cave together, revisiting the old place. Dongfang Yu's mind flashed back to the time when the Nie man Wang resolutely faced the Fire Qilin with a death wish in exchange for saving Yan Ying and Nie Feng.
The scene between the two made me sigh slightly.
"Let's go." Looking at Dongfang Yu's appearance, he was filled with emotion. Wuming looked calm and without asking any questions, the two of them stepped into Lingyun Cave one after another.
Entering Lingyun Cave, it is really connected in all directions. Inside this cave, the secret passages spread like a spider web, making people seem to get lost in it as they walk.
Dongfang Yu and Wuming were not in a hurry, their steps were neither fast nor slow, as if they were taking a leisurely stroll. However, although they seemed to be walking slowly, their steps were extremely fast. In terms of speed, it was not surprising that they were lightning fast.
.
"Ahead, I feel a wisp of hot sword energy." Suddenly, Wuming paused slightly, spoke, and turned around.
Dongfang Yu didn't say anything, Ling Bo stepped lightly and followed Wuming as airily as a fairy.
After walking for about half a cup of tea, Wuming stopped. In front of him, there was a corpse. However, Wuming's eyes did not fall on the corpse. Instead, he gently picked it up with his toes, and the gravel and
Under Teng Man's cover, a dusty sheathed long sword fell into Wuming's palm.
Wuming, after staring at the sword in his hand for a moment, he unsheathed the sword. He could vaguely hear the roar of a unicorn. The red sword looked like a red-hot iron, exuding a sharp and hot breath. Look carefully.
Look, there is a slightly arched part on the sword, which looks like it is inlaid with a scale.
"Fire Lin Sword!" Dongfang Yu whispered as he looked at the sword.
"Yes, this sword should be the Fire Lin Sword without a doubt." Wuming nodded lightly. As a myth among swords, although Wuming has already reached the realm of being worthy of being a thing, he is still happy to see a good sword.
"Um, can you give me this sword? This corpse should belong to Nanlin Jianshou. I have a disciple, who is Nanlin Jianshou's son." Although Wuming likes it, this sword is Duanlang's family heirloom.
Of course, even if you are shameless, you still have to ask for the treasure, Oriental Jade.
"Give it to you." Although he was slightly reluctant to part with it, the two of them had a fateful friendship after all. Wuming was willing to part with the Fire Lin Sword and threw it directly to Dongfang Yu.
Dongfang Yu happily took it, taking Wuming with him. Sure enough, he was right. For him, the aura of all the famous swords in the world could not escape his perception. Isn't that right? The Fire Lin Sword buried under the rubble and vines was all right.
was found.
The two of them continued to move forward, but within a moment, a wisp of cold breath made Dongfang Yu and Wuming stop again.
Wuming moved quickly, raised his palm, and a sheathed long knife buried on the ground was sucked into his palm.
Pulling the sword out of its sheath, the cold and sharp sword energy rushed towards him. The temperature in the air suddenly dropped a lot. Even Wuming couldn't help but praise: "What a knife!".
"Snow Drinking Sword?" Dongfang Yu looked at the long sword in Wuming's hand, and her eyes lit up. How could Dongfang Yu not recognize King Nie Ren's Snow Drinking Sword?
"Um, Wuming, can I give you a consultation? You are a swordsman, and this sword is of no use to you. Um, can you give it to me?"
Even Dongfang Yu, who first asked for the Fire Lin Sword and now asked for the Xue Yin Kuang Dao, felt a little embarrassed.
(ps: I feel like my chapter is getting longer and longer. It was originally about 3,000 words, but my chapter was easily 3,200 or 300 words. This chapter is even longer. After I finished it, I looked at it and it actually reached 300 words.
More than 3,500 words; I haven’t said anything off-topic for a long time. Now that I have said it, I will naturally follow the usual rules: please subscribe, please vote monthly)