"The immortal points the way, which way is it?" Bai He murmured to himself, and then smiled slightly, "Of course it is the way to heaven." He stretched out a finger again, aimed at Zhao Xiaqiu's forehead and stabbed it.
"Get away!" Xiao Sheng reminded.
But Zhao Xiaqiu ignored the warning. He unfolded his swords and forcefully took Bai He's finger. His eyes turned purple in an instant.
"Oh?" Bai He raised his eyebrows, "Interesting."
Xiao Sheng shook his head and sighed: "Are you crazy?"
"I am originally a sword madman who came down from Wudang Mountain." Zhao Xiaqiu gritted his teeth and shouted angrily. He knocked back Bai He's finger and spread out his swords. "Isn't it up to you to guide the way?"
Bai He took a step back and murmured: "This internal skill of yours is Xuanjun's Seven Chapter Sword Art?"
Zhao Xiaqiu frowned and said, "Have you seen it?"
"The secret record has been destroyed. There are only a few pages of fragments left in the world in Wudang, but all the people who practiced those fragments are either crazy or dead." Bai He looked at Zhao Xiaqiu carefully, "But you really need to practice
It’s done. It’s a pity that if you have mastered all the secret records, I will definitely be no match for you, but relying on this Xuanjun Sword Technique alone, you are still vulnerable.”
"You talk a lot." Zhao Xiaqiu lowered his swords.
"Liangyi Sword Technique·Three Lives." Bai He turned sideways and hid, "So that's it. The most complicated mental technique in Taoism can only be obtained by practicing Jian Zhijian."
"Shut up!" Zhao Xiaqiu raised his swords and cut Bai He's sleeves.
"You actually got two of the Seven Great Swords of Wudang, but it's a pity that both of them are broken." Bai He jumped back, and then waved his finger towards Zhao Xiaqiu.
A ray of sword energy struck Zhao Xiaqiu. Zhao Xiaqiu swung his sword and suddenly shouted angrily: "Xuanjun's sword, help me reach the sky!"
The sword's power suddenly changed!
The two swords swept up like a strong wind and struck Bai He with one sword after another. The sword wind was so fierce that everyone else in Castlevania had to step back a foot.
"When was the last time you saw him like this?" Xiao Sheng asked Ye Huo beside him.
Ye Huo thought for a moment: "It was when the city lord went to find him to join Castlevania."
"I haven't seen Xia Qiu like this for a long time." Xiao Sheng sighed softly, "It seems that Xia Qiu really regards Mr. Su and the others as his friends. He is willing to become that sword madman for his friends, just like back then,
I am willing to become a sword madman for my master."
Nine years ago, Wudang Mountain.
Autumn leaves fall.
The old man in gray robes walked towards the mountain step by step. He was already very old, his beard and hair were all white, and even the hand holding the wooden sword was trembling slightly.
"Uncle Master, why are you here?" the Taoist boy waiting outside the mountain gate asked in horror.
His name is Uncle Master, but he was imprisoned in the Back Mountain because he made a big mistake when he was young. According to the rules left by his master, he will never be able to come out of the Back Mountain in this life.
"I wanted to come, so I came." The old Taoist said calmly, and then walked past the Taoist boy.
"Li Chengde, you actually walked out of the back mountain!" From the top of the mountain, a voice as loud as a bell came.
"I said it." The old Taoist raised his head, looked at the main hall at the top of the mountain, and shouted, "I wanted to come, so I came!"
Mountain peak, Sanqing Hall.
An old man in purple Taoist robes stood there holding a sword. Different from the rickety old Taoist climber, this old man had a straight figure, like a Taoist sword.
Wudang Swordsman.
"The sword passing ceremony is going on inside, you can't enter." The person blocking the way said solemnly.
"One of the seven Wudang swords should be given to my disciple." The mountaineer said angrily.
"You are a sinner of Wudang." The roadblocker said slowly.
"But my apprentice is not!" the mountaineer replied.
"He became your disciple, inherited your martial arts, and inherited your sins. He is not worthy of possessing the Seven Swords of Wudang!" The roadblocker looked at the wooden sword in the mountaineer's hand, "Just like you, he will always only be qualified to hold it.
Hold this wooden sword!"
"If I defeat you with this wooden sword." The mountaineer raised the wooden sword in his hand and pointed it at the roadblock, "I will leave a sword for my disciple."
"Then try it." The roadblocker said disdainfully.
On the mountain road, a young Taoist was running towards the mountain peak in a panic.
"Master, Master, you haven't really used a sword in many years, how can you compete with the Wudang swordsman!"
"Isn't it the Seven Swords of Wudang? It's not like you can become a swordsman by using it. Master, why do you value it so much?"
"Isn't the back mountain very nice, with nice scenery and quietness? I don't like the front mountain Taoist temple at all!"
"Master! Wait for me!"
In the Sanqing Hall, the wooden sword was broken, and the old Taoist robe of the old mountain climber was stained with blood. He looked down at the Wudang swordsman on the ground and said only three words: "I won." Then he swayed slightly and raised his head.
His head fell to the ground.
At this time, the young Taoist rushed into the Sanqing Hall and supported the fallen old Taoist: "Master!"
The old Taoist smiled with all his strength: "Apprentice, I have helped you choose the most suitable sword among the seven swords."
"Master!" The young Taoist wiped his tears, "Stop talking."
"You take the sword that I have not yet obtained in this life, and you take it for me through the rivers and lakes that I have not yet completed in this life." After the old Taoist said these last words, he finally closed his eyes.
A group of sword-wielding Taoists gathered around, but none of them dared to act rashly. They all looked at the Wudang Swordsman who had already stood up, waiting for him to give orders.
"Li Chengde, a traitor to Wudang, violated the order and left the back mountain without permission. He should have been severely punished, but since he is dead, he will not be held accountable and be buried in the back mountain." Halfway through, the Wudang swordsman coughed violently for a while and then continued.
, "His disciple Zhao Qiuxia, immediately took Li Chengde's body back to the back mountain!"
The young Taoist raised his head: "My master said, that handle is not Taoist..."
"Shut up! How can a sinner deserve to wield the Seven Swords of Wudang!" the Wudang swordsman said angrily.
"But you promised him." The young Taoist clenched his fists, "That's why he fought hard."
The Wudang Swordsman shouted: "That's just his wishful thinking..."
"Master, did you hear that? It's just your wishful thinking." The young Taoist gently put down the master's body, "Then I also have my own wishful thinking."
"You want to fight with your fellow disciples?" Wudang Swordsman narrowed his eyes. He was seriously injured at this time and had no strength to fight anymore. However, in the hall, there are young disciples who have the opportunity to inherit the Seven Swords. If Zhao Qiuxia takes action, there is no chance that he will fight again.
Half a chance.
"I want a sword."
That day, a raging fire broke out in the Sanqing Hall of Wudang Mountain.
In the midst of the fire, a young Taoist walked down the mountain carrying the body of his master. He held two swords in his hands.
The Seven Swords of Wudang are not Tao and return to tears.
Master, you only want one, then I will get two for you.
But the Seven Swords of Wudang are not worthy of me, let alone you, Master.
The young Taoist waved his hands together and slammed the two swords together.
Both swords were broken.
Chapter completed!