Chapter 551: It's time to have some business blows
What does it mean if tea is poisonous?
Bu Jingyun looked at Wuming in astonishment. If it meant the literal meaning, he would understand, but...
Aren't you a peerless master? How could you let others poison your tea so easily?
Seeing Bu Jingyun's confused face, his whole body was shocked beyond measure. Wuming immediately dismissed this wrong answer and turned to look in the direction of the corner.
Someone.
There was nothing at first, but the moment he vomited blood, the other party seemed to let out a trace of breath because of the excitement of success.
Although it was a despicable trick of poisoning, the fact that he was unknowingly tampering with his tea shows that he is a formidable enemy.
Thinking of this, Wuming tried to mobilize his true energy, and immediately another mouthful of hot blood spurted out.
"What a terrible poison. Targeting me like this. Who are you?"
Wuming said with a grimace. The other party came prepared. His martial arts was abolished and he could only be slaughtered by others. Thinking of this, he felt an inexplicable sadness.
The saddest thing is that he offended too many enemies in his early years. Now when people come to visit him, he can't even guess their identity.
The incarnation of good thoughts walked out of the shadows with an embarrassed face, and stared at Wuming with big eyes and small eyes for a while, both of them were speechless for a while.
Unnamed:(;゜┓゜)σ
You evil person, why are you pretending to be innocent? Weren't you the one who poisoned me?
The incarnation of good thoughts: "..."
He was the one who poisoned it, but he was not the mastermind. Liao Wenjie, the real person, made a bet with him, saying that Wuming had his own poisoning BUFF. If you don't believe it, try it.
I tried the incarnation of good thoughts, and I was really poisoned.
Although it is done with mental arithmetic but without intention, with the nameless skill...
This is no longer outrageous, but bizarre!
The power of "one success" is truly a peerless magical skill that dominates the world. If you don't have the magical skill "not inferior to me", there will be no competitor in the world.
Looking at Wuming who had a sad face and was thinking hard about the identity of his enemy, the incarnation of his kind thoughts sighed and pointed his sword, and a ball of water mist hit Wuming's chest.
The stunned Bu Jingyun came to his senses and saw that Wuming was about to die on the spot. He shouted angrily and raised his arms to block the path of the mist.
Bang!
As the mist entered his body, Bu Jingyun gritted his teeth and held back the severe pain, knowing that his left arm was probably going to be useless, but it didn't matter, he still had his right hand, and he could still hold Kong Cihua in front of the moon.
Hey, why doesn't it hurt?
"Hiss-"
Not only does it not hurt, it is also very comfortable!
The water mist entered the body, and Bu Jingyun's internal and external injuries accumulated over the past few days instantly recovered. He looked at the incarnation of good thoughts, and was confused by the scene in front of him. Until the incarnation of good thoughts looked at him speechlessly, he lowered his head and retreated to the side.
.
Confused and difficult to understand, this question is too difficult.
Another cloud of water mist came in. The toxins in Wuming's body were eliminated, and he mobilized his true energy to circulate again. His eyes showed confusion: "What do you mean, why do you want to poison me first and then detoxify me?"
After clearing the body of toxins, Wuming regained his indifference to the world. Seeing that his kind thoughts were incarnated, he had no ill intentions. He smiled indifferently as a habit, picked up the teacup and...
Just put it back again.
This is a salted fish who has lost his dream. No matter how rough the waves are, he is not afraid because he has no intention of going into the sea at all.
If you don't fight, you won't be defeated. It is indeed a martial arts myth, and you can see it clearly.
The incarnation of good thoughts shook his head, waved his hand and raised his peerless sword. A ray of sword energy spread out, and he killed Wuming in a flash of light and stone.
bite!
Wuming pointed his fingers together into a sword, easily blocking the sword energy. The familiar sword command made him react immediately. The incarnation of good thoughts used the Holy Spirit sword technique.
Although there were doubts in his mind, Wuming didn't bother to ask. He picked up the erhu and started playing: "Your Excellency has no murderous intention, and Wuming has no fighting spirit. If you just want to learn swordsmanship, I have retired from the world for many years. You should go find someone else."
nameless!
Bu Jingyun's body trembled, and he realized that the person sitting in front of him was Wulin Shinhwa. The idea of becoming a disciple became more urgent. He frowned, thinking about how to make Wuming accept him willingly.
One thing to say is that Jingyun was unsure about giving in to the useless loser Wuming, not to mention that he couldn't beat him. Even if he could, he couldn't do anything to defeat a salted fish even if he had all kinds of means.
People's mentality is already invincible.
"I have learned from all the masters in the world, and I have left the martial arts myths at the end to show respect." The incarnation of kind thoughts spoke slowly, without being cruel and speaking very few words.
Bu Jingyun frowned, and only then did he notice that the other person's eyes were as red as blood, and his mouth was full of sharp teeth.
What an evil martial arts school. When did such a handsome and powerful man appear in the martial arts world? Why didn't he receive any news about it?
Also, what's going on with that black sword? Why does it feel inexplicably familiar?
nameless:"……"
It turns out that you can talk, so why can't you explain to me why you poisoned me?
Is it interesting?
Three people who didn't talk much gathered in a courtyard, with very little dialogue. The incarnation of kindness was too lazy to talk to Xianyu. He stepped in front of Wuming, and a cold light followed closely, sweeping out with the force of thunder.
.
Holy Spirit Sword Technique? Twenty-Two Swords.
Wuming's drowsy eyes exploded with strong sword intent, and he pointed the sword to strike directly at the edge of the peerless sword. With a sound of gold and iron, the intense sword intent in the courtyard was swept away, and the wind was light and the clouds were light as if there was nothing.
Happened.
Inexplicable swordsmanship? Unknown.
"The 22nd style of Holy Spirit Sword Technique, the sword master even passed this trick on to you..."
Wuming sighed and said sadly: "I thought the Sword Master had disappeared, but it turns out there is someone who will succeed you. You have perfected the Holy Spirit Swordsmanship at a young age. If you closed your eyes, you would have thought it was the Sword Master himself... the mantle
If there is someone who will succeed me, I think he will be able to rest in peace even if he is under the Nine Springs."
You think too much, he must be in Japan every day, up and down, up and down, how happy he is!
The incarnation of good thoughts did not explain anything, and smiled slightly: "As expected of Heavenly Sword Wuming, he took the twenty-two swords cut with his bare hands. The natural swordsman really deserves his reputation."
nameless:"……"
"It's a joke, please don't blame me. The Heavenly Sword has a sword bone without a name, and he will be the emperor of the sword as soon as he is born. I thought this statement was false, but I didn't expect it to be true." The embodiment of kind thoughts praised.
nameless:"……"
Logically speaking, this was the time for some business exchanges, but he always felt offended and couldn't speak.
Next to him, Bu Jingyun had a complex expression after hearing the word 'peerless sword'.
As far as he knew, the peerless sword was forged by his father Bu Qingtian. In the world, only the blood of his father and son could open the seal. The world would massacre Bujia Village, Bu Qingtian died, and the embryo of the peerless sword was born.
This whereabouts are unknown.
The incarnation of good thoughts can use Kaifeng's peerless sword, which can only explain one reason...
His father Bu Qingtian had an illegitimate son outside.
"Before his death, the sword master forced the tyrant to kill him with his twenty-three sword moves. Due to bad luck, the sword was halfway through and his life span was about to end. Do you know this?" said the incarnation of Shan Nian.
Wuming nodded.
After cracking Sword Master's Sword Twenty-One, Wuming deduced Sword Twenty-Two and the method to crack it. Based on the sword's power, he guessed that there would be a more powerful move after Sword Twenty-Two, Sword Twenty-Three.
But the guess is just a guess. Sword Twenty-Two has reached the pinnacle and is the best swordsmanship in the world. Even if it is an unknown talent, it is impossible to get a glimpse of the reality of Sword Twenty-Three. It can only be estimated that this move is magical. Once it is released,
It will surely shock the heavens and earth and make the ghosts and gods weep.
I really want to see it.
Thinking of this, Wuming's face showed bitterness: "The Sword Master has passed away, and there is no longer Sword Twenty-three in the world. Every time I think about this, I feel regretful in my heart."
I thought that the Sword Master's fight against Xiongba Sanliang Sword would be over, but I never thought that the Sword Master would directly use his ultimate move, and I didn't expect that the Sword Master would be unable to follow up and the ultimate move would be useless to half of the people.
Without the opportunity to watch Sword Twenty-Three on the spot, Wuming regretted that his intestines were blue. When he played the erhu in those days, he was overcome with sadness, and his understanding of the inexplicable swordsmanship reached a new level.
"No need to regret, what is supposed to come will eventually come..."
The incarnation of kind thoughts smiled slightly, and the aura around him changed drastically. In Bu Jingyun's eyes, he turned into a sword with unparalleled sharpness. Although the sword was not unsheathed, there was an invisible sword intention that shook the space and rippled endlessly. As you can imagine, when it was unsheathed,
At that time, the world will be destroyed!
"It turned out to be Jian Twenty-Three, you..."
"You are the Sword Master, and you are not dead yet?!"
Seeing the blue sword network coming from the space, Wuming's eyes suddenly shrank, he quickly put down his erhu, and with his fingers spread out, a sharp edge jumped out from the small pavilion on the second floor, and at the critical moment, it merged with his sword.
The small courtyard turned into a sword-centered hell, and the swords of two peerless swordsmen collided...
According to Liao Wenjie's analysis, regardless of Wu Ming's "Heavenly Sword" level, he is a sword-practicing prodigy who only comes out in thousands of years. He is so highly qualified that even sword masters are envious and jealous.
But if he is really enveloped by the sword power of Sword Twenty-Three, Wuming will most likely kneel down.
Fortunately, the incarnation of kind thoughts is not a real sword master. The twenty-three swords copied during the confrontation between Yuanshen were not comprehended by himself, and the artistic conception is not perfect. With Wuming's vision, he can completely find flaws and break them in one fell swoop, and then...
It's time to gather the wool again.
After this wave of gathering Wuming's wool is finished and Wuming gains insights into cracking Sword Twenty-Three, he will go to Japan to gather the sword master's wool and let it make up for the shortcomings of the sword's power, and then come back to find Wuming.
Repeated several times, Jian Twenty-san will definitely make rapid progress.
To have these two masters of swordsmanship coexist in the same era is an inexhaustible treasure, that is...
It’s too much trouble, having to run around.
According to Liao Wenjie, sheep can be gathered while lying down but not standing up. The sheep should become conscious and learn to move on their own, instead of him running around and pushing the two of them to move.
…
After a few breaths, the wind disappeared in the small courtyard, leaving only a figure in red standing.
Bu Jingyun threw himself on the street with sword marks all over his body. He was in the Hell of Sword Heart, regardless of life and death. He went crazy and learned the Holy Spirit Sword Technique and the Inexplicable Sword Technique. His heart and body were injured by the two sword attacks, and he bled so much that he could
Let the flowers and plants in the yard grow happily.
Wuming fell to the ground awkwardly holding the hero sword, with large and small sword wounds all over his body. Seeing the unscathed incarnation of good intentions, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch: "You are not a sword master, who are you?"
The incarnation of good thoughts did not say anything. Two balls of water mist hit Bu Jingyun and Wuming respectively. Regardless of whether Bu Jingyun was unconscious, he waved his hand and inserted the peerless sword upside down beside him.
"This sword is called 'Peerless Sword'. It was forged by his father with great effort. I borrowed it for a few days. Now that it is sharp, it is time to fulfill my promise and return it to its original owner."
The incarnation of good thoughts looked at Wuming: "You may not believe it when I tell you. You and he have a master-disciple relationship. They are also the lone star of the evil spirits. His destiny is harder than yours. Don't be afraid of overcoming him. Be careful not to be overpowered by him.
die."
nameless:"……"
A good thing, but he was not happy at all.
"I almost forgot, there is one more thing."
The embodiment of good thoughts closed his eyes and sensed it. After a moment, the space rippled and a wisp of blood appeared in front of him.
The blood was as hot as fire and thick as magma, rolling straight towards Bu Jingyun's left arm. With a scream and a burning smell, Bu Jingyun repeatedly jumped between coma and wakefulness.
The incarnation of good thoughts flicked out a blood bodhi with his finger, opening the triple-burning entrance for Bu Jingyun's yet-to-be-formed unicorn arm.
Nie Feng has ancestral mad blood, and if Bu Jingyun does not have the Qilin Arm, it is equivalent to having no neutralizer. With their current martial arts levels, it will be difficult for them to perform Maha Infinity.
If this golden fleece is not gathered up, it would be a bit unjustifiable.
After finishing these things, the incarnation of kind thoughts turned around and left, taking one step forward and slowly blending into the ground.
"Who is your Excellency?"
"It's not important. I'll come to you for sword practice another day..."