Mr. Badou, it is rumored that he is a woman, and it is rumored that he is a pretty woman.
Not only is she beautiful, but she is also so talented that it is difficult for literati in the world to compare with her.
How long has this woman lived?
It is said that he was from the same era as Fairy Baiyun.
So calculated this way, I'm afraid it's close to half a hundred.
His appearance ages easily, and he is nearly fifty years old. No matter how much he takes care of himself, it will be difficult to cover up the traces of time. Or is Mr. Badou also a master of cultivating immortals?
Li Ganghong did meet Mr. Badou. He was sixteen years old, with outstanding literary talents and outstanding swordsmanship. At a young age, his writings had spread throughout the twelve cities, and the realm of martial arts had entered the primeval period.
What is the concept of breaking through the Great Wilderness at the age of sixteen? Mentioning another person, the former swordsman Hei Wuchang, Hei Wuchang entered the Great Wasteland at the age of seventeen, and entered the Hongmeng at the twenty-seventh. He was already a monster and a weirdo. Sixteen, seventeen, only one year
It's bad, but people of this age have a completely different understanding of the world, the body, and the world.
Mr. Badou discovered such a weirdo, and then naturally found a way to kill him.
It happened that Li Ganghong always lived in Jinling City, and Mr. Badou also returned without success. Afterwards, Li Ganghong showed himself as a scholar. What people didn't know was that his martial arts realm was like a horse that can travel eight hundred miles a day without stopping.
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Li Ganghong was holding a long azure sword. The Mr. Badou in front of him was as dewy as a girl of sixteen or seventeen, and her eyes were so innocent and so pitiful.
Mr. Badou's sword is a withered vine sword, which is about two inches long when touched. It is made of vines with skillful skill.
"The name of this sword is Feng Dezhi. It is not a sword with a famous sword manual, because this sword is mine alone and is unique in the world." The girl's expression suddenly changed, showing resentment, disdain, and murderous intent.
Li Ganghong carefully felt the various auras to feel her cultivation level. However, he frowned and could not detect what kind of state she was.
Looking at his friend, Mo Ming had a solemn expression and slowly pulled out the famous sword on his back.
The blade is like ink, but it has no edge, like a ruler. The sword is also engraved with Confucian texts. Listen to Mo Ming whisper softly: "Qinglan Realm."
Li Ganghong lost his expression and then regained his expression. He was surprised, shocked, and even a little scared. Li Ganghong asked Mo Ming: "Brother Ming, how do you compare Qinglan to Hongmeng?"
Mo Ming nodded, but added: "It can be regarded as the fourth or fifth level of Hongmeng."
Can Qinglan be regarded as the fourth or fifth level of Hongmeng? Mo Ming dare not jump to the conclusion that the fourth or fifth level of Hongmeng is the fourth level. Even Mo Sang, who has this level of cultivation, has never really shown the depth of this level of cultivation.
Li Ganghong couldn't help sweating on his forehead. If this was true, the outcome was probably doomed. It was just like what Mo Ming told him a few years ago, and it was exactly what he encouraged Mo Ming to do.
Different paths lead to the same destination, different paths lead to the same destination, and the same is true for practicing the same path.
Ordinary people, based on the source of Qi, have cultivated their martial arts and body. Those who are ordinary warriors with a little ability can travel around the world as rangers. After advancing to the third level, they can enter the martial arts practice. Those above the third level are fearless and brave people, and those who are brave will understand.
The four phenomena of changes in the breath of the human body are followed by the two poles named after the Taoist theory of heaven and earth.
In the realm of two extremes, there is already a hero on one side, who can be called a master. He may be the founder of a sect, or he may be a general with bravery on the battlefield.
If you have extraordinary talent, there is a number after the two extremes, Yuanzu. In the Yuanzu realm, you know what is happening in the world and know how to sense nature with your own small world. From then on, using Qi as a mountain fire and using the wind to start a prairie, you have become a dragon and a phoenix among people.
When the Yuanzu broke through the realm, it was a journey to the ancient world where the world was in chaos and everything was killed for survival. When you set foot on the ancient world, you were walking in the rivers and lakes, with few opponents. Along the way to the ancient world, one can be said to be superior to others.
The small world in the inner palace understands the origin of heaven and earth, knows the changes in nature, and understands the fake things in heaven and earth. It can also step into the Hongmeng realm. From then on, it can interact with the vitality of heaven and earth, and wind and thunder can be used.
However, only after stepping into Hongmeng did we know that the realm of Hongmeng is also divided into eight levels. After stepping into the third level, the eyes of heaven and earth are half-opened. After the fourth level, heaven and earth will not tolerate each other, and the thunder and earth fire will drive them away. They will not die but can be reborn. From then on, every day
Breaking through the first level is a disaster.
I heard that the sixth level of Hongmeng is called nine heavenly thunders, and nine heavenly thunders. Is it true that there are people in the world who can experience nine heavenly thunders and not die?
And this realm of Qinglan has opened up another path for hundreds of schools of thought. Since the time of Yuanzu, the world has changed, and the way of loss and profit has been known, and its name is loss and profit. The realm of loss and gain is eighty-nine points better than Yuanzu, but two or three points less than that of Honghuang
point.
Losing money and breaking through the situation is Qinglan.
The waves form between microwaves, and the wind rises at the end of Qingping.
In the realm of Qinglan, one can use the vitality of heaven and earth for one's own use. The wind is endless, and it can be regarded as the fifth level of Hongmeng.
In search of shortcuts, many martial arts practitioners have abandoned the ancient path and turned to the path of loss.
Or if you practice silently for decades, you can get a glimpse of the secrets of heaven and gain clarity.
There are few records of people who lost money and entered Qinglan. More often, they were in the third and fourth levels of Hongmeng. In order to avoid disaster, they abandoned their cultivation and then returned to Qinglan.
Those who fail will have their cultivation dissipated and become like useless people, with only the power remaining. Those who succeed will reach the realm of Qinglan, and their cultivation will be the same as the fifth level of Hongmeng. Although there is no possibility of taking another step, there is no need to fear what will happen one day.
Heavenly calamity.
The woman in front of me is exactly this Qi Tian
The power of the earth can be used for oneself, and there is endless Qinglan realm.
Li Ganghong was afraid. He recalled the scene when he first entered the Shadow Guard and met this crazy woman. A sword pierced the chest, and the black and white light and shadow lasted for nearly a year.
It was this fear of death that made him work harder than any other swordsman in Yi Shuihan, and also made him more cautious.
However, Qinglan, who Mo Ming said was equivalent to the fourth and fifth levels of Hongmeng, is there any chance for him?
"Young Master Qiao, Qingshan Ke, the direct grandson of the Li family? It's up to you to strike with a sword and drink hatred!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was no time to breathe. Feng Chuanzhi came towards him. Before he could lift the sword in his hand, Li Ganghong's body had already fallen four to five feet backward. As he was flying back, he suddenly discovered that it was Mo Ming who threw him out, and he
The Mo Yu sword in his hand suddenly turned blood red.
One sword, two swords, three swords...
After less than twenty moves, Mo Ming's body had been cut with six cuts of various sizes. However, he still resisted the attack without any intention of escaping or avoiding it.
Li Ganghong became angry and roared. He no longer looked like a scholar. He held the sword and ran forward, jumped up, and stabbed out with the sword. The movement was simple and smooth, and he seemed to have a bit of domineering power like Zhong Xihou's sword swing.
The sound of the breaking wind made the ears hurt. Mr. Badou kicked Mo Ming away, switched the sword to his left hand, and held the sword in his backhand. Li Ganghong's green long sword stabbed into the wind-damaged wind-shaped sword like a withered vine.
There was a "ding" on the blade of the sword, like a nail hitting an iron plate.
Mr. Badou was a little surprised, and then he smiled. This smile was as playful as a girl about to get married who played a prank on her childhood sweetheart. This smile made Li Ganghong's heart beat faster, as if his whole heart was about to break.
Open your chest and jump out.
His fear deepened because of this smile, his breathing became more rapid, and the hand holding the sword began to secrete sweat at a faster rate. He tightly clenched the green sword in his hand, for fear that if his hand was loosened, the sword would fall to the ground.
Hearing a shout, Mo Ming struck out with his sword "Human Language Paints a Dream for Thirty Thousand Calamities". The blood-red sword energy emitted from Mo Yu's sword and turned into red silk and satin and attacked Mr. Badou. Mr. Badou did not refuse and allowed this sight
It's like binding one's hands and feet with the finest silk and satin.
Mo Ming felt happy, jumped up, and struck out with another sword. It turned out to be the most rarely used among the three languages, "Sanghai Divine Words Qiankun Dao". He saw the bright red sword energy carrying a huge force and turning into a stick in the hand of the traveler.
Falling headfirst.
Just when the blood stick was only a punch away from Mr. Badou, he saw the sword energy falling from the sky like a heavy rain. The ground around Mr. Badou cracked with dozens of tiny holes, and he saw the sword energy stretching out from the ravine like vines.
He broke the human language and blocked the divine language, forcing the young master of the Mo family to be attacked front and back.
Seeing Mo Ming in danger, Li Ganghong's heart suddenly calmed down, he had no desire and no desire, and he handed out a sword, named "Sword One"!
An ordinary sword, no wind blows up, no clouds disperse.
When the sword was thrust out, Li Ganghong vomited out a mouthful of blood, the hand holding the sword dropped straight down, and the sword in his hand also "clinked" to the ground.
Look at this thrust of the sword again. The sword energy forced back the heavy rain and the vines. The sword energy penetrated Mo Ming's chest and hit Mr. Badou, hit!
Mo Ming fell to the ground, his brows slightly furrowed, and he covered his chest with his hands. No injuries were visible. Looking at Mr. Badou again, his gown was stained with blood, and his eyes were filled with hatred and murderous intent.
"You, how do you know this kind of swordsmanship? You, what do you have to do with Hongmeng Xin?"
Mr. Badou was naturally not asking about Mo Ming. Li Ganghong didn't know who Hongmeng Xin was, but seeing Mr. Badou's reaction, he already knew who he was learning from.
Then he saw Li Ganghong grinning, his teeth stained red with blood, which made him look even more terrifying. He didn't answer. A sword of life and death. Why did he answer?
Mr. Badou clicked on several key points on his body and stood up straight. His bright eyes were no longer innocent, revealing only scorn and hatred for his previous contempt for his juniors.
Even if the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy them.
This world does not need so many outstanding juniors.
"Originally, I thought you were good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, so I planned to destroy your martial arts and spare your life. Now, you and this boy from the Mo family should both die!"
Feng Dezhi came again with endless wind, and Mo Ming stood in front of Li Ganghong.
When his life was at stake, he suddenly felt heat radiating from the center of his eyebrows and flooding throughout his body. Although he didn't know why, let alone how to use this power, this kind of situation had happened several times since he became a Shadow Guard.
No backlash was seen.
Mo Ming was overjoyed and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, but she said something that surprised both Li Ganghong and Mr. Badou.
"Brother Dahong, please don't reveal this little brother's secret!"
As he finished speaking, he saw snow drifting in the breeze, and the wind and snow became more and more intense.
This sudden change caused Mr. Badou to slow down his movements for a moment, and Mo Ming took advantage of this moment to pass out another sword. It was not the Mo family's sentimental sword or ruthless sword, but a sword from the Nine Stars flying in the air. The supervisor
Break armor!
Mo Yu's sword is on the move!
Li Ganghong opened his eyes wide and stared at Mo Yujian carefully. Mo Yujian still had no edge and was still like a bloody ruler.
Jianfeng?
The edge of this sword is actually made of Qi, and the Qi is used to turn the edge into force, and the blade is forcibly opened.
Seeing this situation, Li Ganghong couldn't help but feel relieved. He sat down cross-legged and began to adjust his inner breath.
Mr. Badou's face turned green, and he actually revealed a hint of fear.
Yes, a master with a level comparable to the fifth level of Hongmeng is scared.
For the first time, she met a junior whose power was comparable to her own. The new swordsman of the Mo family in front of her. This boy was actually in the Qinglan realm.
Mo Ming seemed to understand why Mr. Badou was in a trance. He grinned slightly, and the thrust of his sword did not slow down.
Mr. Badou destroyed the wind and then blocked it with his horizontal sword. The Moyu sword struck, and the sound was like the "ding" before, as if it hit an iron plate. Mr. Badou's body was blown four to five feet away, and his inner breath was disordered.
Blood welled up in his throat, and he suppressed it forcefully to avoid vomiting blood in front of the two of them.
Angry, angry, Mr. Badou lost his sense and roared: "Who the hell are you?"
Mo Ming was stunned by the roar. Li Ganghong, who was still adjusting his breathing to recover from his injuries, also frowned when he heard this. Mr. Badou used foul language?
"The swordsman of the Mo family in Lincheng, Mo Ming!"
Mo Ming is a serious person, and his integrity cannot be doubted, so he declares himself a family member.
Then, Mo Yujian held out another sword in his hand. It was still not a sentimental sword or a ruthless sword. This sword was also not the nine-star flying sword just now. Li Ganghong closed his eyes and could not see the sword moves.
But I can vaguely feel, that is, Buddha?
Buddha!
Li Ganghong has never felt such a strong sword energy, as endless as the vast sea, as fast as three thousand flying streams. The sword energy is like a strong wind whistling towards Mr. Badou, but in this roaring wind, it seems like a fierce ghost.
Listen carefully to the mournful cry, and it sounds like my Buddha whispering.
Mr. Badou looked seriously, raised the sword to his chest, and wiped the fingers of his left hand upward from the sword tandem to the tip of the sword. He saw the withered vine sword change, the withered vines shattered, and only the dark and fierce light came out from the cracks. Wait.
The withered vines are gone, and Mr. Badou's true appearance is revealed.
Even if the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy them.
How to destroy the forest with sword and ax?
If the Mo Yu Sword of the Mohist family is a ruler with a sword structure, then this Wind Destruction is a saw with a sword structure.
The whole body of this Fengzhi was black, with the color of Mo Yu, and the blades on both sides were serrated. Li Ganghong opened his eyes. Suddenly, he felt his ears hurt, and turned his head to look to the north, which was the direction of Mojia Villa.
It is the sound of a sword that occasionally sounds for several months in a row.
Li Ganghong picked up his sword and stood up. If it is true as the Lord said, perhaps the secret of the Mohist family will be revealed to the world soon.
What about Brother Ming?
No matter what, it is also the follow-up. The key is to pass the immediate crisis first.
I saw Mr. Badou quickly swiping the wind to destroy it, and Mo Ming's outrageously powerful sword energy was like a dead tree, being cut into strips one after another.
Li Ganghong counted carefully, and one sword energy was slashed into eight. And all eight sword energy hit Mr. Badou. It was a pity for him and Mr. Badou, but fortunately for Mr. Badou, none of them hit the vital point.
Thereby taking lives.
Despite this, Mr. Badou was still severely injured by Mo Ming's sword, and his body shook, as if it would wither like a leaf falling in the wind.
How could Mo Ming give Mr. Badou a chance to breathe? He thrust out his sword again. This time, it was finally Mo Yu's sword technique.
Passionate Swordsmanship - When will you return!
With a slash of the sword, the sword energy formed like a sickle blade and a half-moon. Mr. Badou bit his back teeth hard, as if he was determined to choose the lesser of two evils.
I saw her cutting the palm of her left hand with a wind-swept sword, and the blood stained the sword blade, but it disappeared like water dripping into an ink pool.
The black light appeared at the moment when the wind destroyed it. Mr. Badou grinned, as if crazy, and held out a sword, exposing seven or eight vital points. However, if he wanted to hit these seven or eight vital points, Mo Ming would definitely be hit by himself.
The sword kills.
Similarly, if Mo Ming gives up this opportunity and repeatedly avoids it, he will still be forced into a desperate situation by his sword.
The wind destroyed the sword and penetrated his body, and blood surged like a spring. But he heard laughter, as if the plan was perfect.
Mr. Badou looked with bright eyes, anger, and the same emotion mixed with a little admiration.
Li Ganghong, the first shadow guard of Yi Shuihan, blocked the sword with his body. The wind had penetrated his abdomen, and his hands also firmly locked Mr. Badou's sword-wielding right hand.
"Mr. Badou, haha, Mr. Badou. You don't understand. Mr. is as beautiful as a flower, and his talent is better than that of thousands of people in the world. His swordsmanship is also exquisite...why..." Li Ganghong
Unable to hold back, he vomited out a mouthful of red and black blood, which had an unpleasant stench. He continued, "With such ability, why should a talentless junior like Xiao Ke suffer..."
The Mo Yujian in Mo Ming's hand also changed color in an instant like a magic trick. Like the wind destroying it, Mo Yujian was as black as ink. His sword was already placed between Mr. Badou's neck. With Qinglan's level of cultivation, now he has many
With the help of a Hongmeng realm, how can Mr. Badou remain undefeated?
Mr. Badou looked up to the sky and smiled, and died here? How is it possible!