On this day, Du Lan went deep into the mountains and saw a grey-haired old man. He lived alone in a deep valley, but he could not hide his incompatible sword aura.
This man is none other than Dugu Qiubai, the best swordsman in the world.
Now that Dugu Qiubai had already mastered his martial arts, he was about to die, and he would die alone. After he mastered his swordsmanship, almost no one in the world was his opponent. In the end, he simply lived in seclusion and did not care about worldly affairs.
In this era, swordsmen are on the decline, and some famous people in the martial arts are basically empty-handed, because internal strength is very important. With internal strength, you can knock people away from the air, and there is no advantage in holding weapons.
Of course, Dugu Qiufei's inner strength is also unfathomable, but he is extremely lonely along the way of swordsmanship. Qiufei is domineering, but also a kind of helplessness.
"Deep in the mountains and forests, there are actually guests visiting. I'm so rude." Dugu Qiubei could feel the aura on Dulan's body and knew that the visitor was definitely not an ordinary person. However, Dugu Qiubei's enemies had been killed, so he
I don’t think Dulan is here to seek revenge.
The green hills are dripping with green, and the sea of trees is churning. Most people really can't get here.
Dulan looked up at a rocky peak in the distance, with sword mounds engraved on it using sword energy. Each stroke contained profound sword moves. If a swordsman saw this, he would be stunned.
Du Lan brings his own food and wine, so he is not a bad guest.
Lonely Qiufeng also politely set up tables and chairs and had a drink.
After drinking for three rounds, Dugu Qiubai laughed and said, "You must be Dulan, the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, known as the Extradition Tathagata."
"You recognize me?"
Dugu Qiubai nodded: "How could I not have heard of your surname while walking in the rivers and lakes? You are really unpredictable. I'm afraid you are older than me, but you are as intimidating as a young man." But he
Dugu Qiu is not afraid of defeat: "If we could have known each other twenty years earlier, it would have been a happy event in life." His biggest regret is that he has not met an opponent with whom he can compete.
Duran smiled: "I have a secret medicine here. After taking it, the body can return to its peak state. How about we have a fight?"
"It's just what I wanted." Dugu Qiubai happily drank a glass of wine: "The wine is strong, bring me the medicine."
Du Lan took out the pills, and Dugu Qiubai swallowed them without any doubt. Then he felt that his body instantly returned to the state of thirty or forty years old, with full internal energy and a strong body: "There should be a battle." The sword demon felt that this would be his last.
A fight, so he won't have any regrets.
With a wave, two simple wooden swords flew out of the room.
In fact, at this time, Dugu Qiubai had reached the stage where he could win without any moves. It didn't matter whether he used a sword or not. He only took the wooden sword to cooperate with Dulan.
The two took the sword and flew out of the fence, came to an open space in the dense forest, and fought face to face.
Although Du Lan is not a swordsman, he has learned ancient and modern swordsmanship and has mastered swordsmanship. Dugu Qiubai respects the sword, believing that the sword can defeat ten thousand soldiers, and his understanding of the sword is far beyond that of ordinary people.
The two of them did not move, but the butterflies flying around them had already felt the sword energy. The unlucky butterfly had its wings chopped into pieces and fell down.
Dulan moved and struck with his sword, but it was full of flaws. But Lonely Qiufei only cared about the sword and ignored the flaws other than the sword moves. He could feel that Dulan's sword coincided with the general trend of the world, and he actually turned the world around with his sword.
, it is a big mistake to think that luck can break through its flaw.
Because the flaw itself is a trap.
Dugu Qiubai knew that Dulan was good at swordsmanship. He was overjoyed. The smell of alcohol steamed out from the top of his head, and his face flushed: "Okay." After spending half his life in the world, today he has seen an exciting swordsmanship. No matter whether the opponent is powerful or not.
Devil, just by relying on this trick, Dugu Qiubai regarded Dulan as a friend.
Dugu Qiubai also stabbed out fiercely, his wrist shook and he stirred up a whirlwind, and he actually used the "Tang Zi Jue" to break Du Lan's sword power.
The swordsmanship between the two of them is like a hundred flowers blooming in spring, especially Dulan's swordsmanship is even more varied. The third young master's sword, Zhang Sanfeng's sword, Ah Qing's sword, the sword master's sword, Bu Jingyun's sword, Ye Gucheng's sword
, Ximen Chuixue’s sword, Yan Shisan’s sword...
Dugu Qiubai was ecstatic. Although he was only fighting against Dulan, he felt the magnificence of the sword. This is what he has been pursuing all his life. The world of colorful swords will always bring him surprises.
The perfect sword, the cold sword, the wild sword, the ruthless sword, the proud sword, the sword of responsibility...
These feelings were transmitted through the sword, letting Dugu Qiubai know that he was not alone, and that he was one of them. At this moment, he felt fulfilled as never before. So in order to repay Dulan, he responded with the determination to kill Dulan.
Dugu's Nine Swords are like strong winds, like sandstorms, and like typhoons, using his own soul to fight back. The moves are not like moves, and Tiancheng's movements are not artificial at all.
The sword energy came out vertically and horizontally, leaving traces on everything around it.
Dugu Qiubei's body turned out to be slower, but his spirit gained freedom, and his sword blossomed to its fullest perfection in the world.
boom!
The power of the medicine given by Du Lan was completely released at this moment, and Dugu Qiubai transformed into a thousand, and every shadow was performing a move of Dugu Nine Swords.
"Look at my move." More than 3,600 moves finally merged into one place. Dugu Qiubai's body was integrated into the sword, and Dulan couldn't stop this sword.
At this moment, Dugu Qiubai had surpassed the limit of mortals, soared out, and the wooden sword had already pierced Dulan's chest.
Of course, Dulan was not injured, because Dugu Qiubai realized that this sword was the end of his life. Although the sword move he released in the end was powerful, it was the end of a powerful crossbow, and it was just a breeze when it hit Dulan.
Du Lan felt that he was despicable and used drugs to force out all the potential of Dugu Qiufei, allowing Dugu Qiujian to show a higher level of swordsmanship, which Dulan just learned.
The battlefield was in a mess, with countless sword marks silently describing the cruelty of the previous battle. There were only two deep footprints left where Dugu Qiubei was, and his body had been evaporated by the medicine.
However, Dugu Qiubai finally thanked Dulan, because it was Dulan who allowed him to see more swordsmanship and have a good fight, which was better than dying on the hospital bed.
Dulan turned around and saw a half-meter-tall black eagle staring blankly at the place where Dugu Qiubei disappeared, and shed tears. It seemed that this was Dugu Qiubei's adopted brother eagle, but he hadn't grown up yet.
Dulan walked over and looked at the eagle, and opened his spiritual wisdom so that he could speak: "From now on, you will be called Dugu Eagle. You have to wait here and find a good apprentice for Dugu Qiubai."
Brother Diao said: "I know."
Dulan prepared a place for the eagle to stay, so that it wouldn't run around. The eagle nodded again and again. It knew that it was because of Duran that the master would be so happy in the end, so he listened to Dulan's words.
After settling Brother Diao, Dulan went north to Mongolia. At this time, Guo Jing was great at archery but his martial arts was a mess. Dulan was going to meet Guo Jing and Temujin by the way.