At the foot of Wudang Mountain, in the Jiejian Pavilion.
The Seven Heroes of Wudang are sitting in the pavilion, each with a cup of fragrant tea placed in front of them.
Although three years is not a long time, the faces of the Seven Heroes are all a bit older than before.
Beside them, there is a tall, handsome young man standing beside him. The man has a long sword hanging at his waist. His eyebrows are full of confidence and calmness. This is the aura accumulated through experience in the world and defeating opponents of the same age time and time again.
Three years, three years after losing Zhang Sanfeng, everyone in Wudang lived on tenterhooks, walking on thin ice.
Although everyone in the world regards Wudang as the largest sect in the world, under the fierce fire, the two most powerful sects have lost their strength. How can the Seven Heroes of Wudang completely let go of their hearts?
?
"Elder brother, you are calling me here this time, but I don't know why..." Yu Daiyan asked in confusion.
In today's martial arts world, there seemed to be no major events that required the seven of them to go out together, and it was at a critical moment for him to comprehend the two Tai Chi skills left by Zhang Sanfeng.
"Third brother, look at the sword in the eldest brother's hand!" Yin Liting said.
When everyone heard this, they all looked towards Song Yuanqiao, but they saw that in addition to the sword hanging on his waist, Song Yuanqiao also had a sword beside him. The scabbard was black and the style was simple. It felt a bit familiar.
.
This is……
Yu Lianzhou frowned and said solemnly: "This is the Ziwu Sword left by Li'er. Brother, what do you mean by taking this sword?!"
The rest of the Seven Heroes all looked solemn when they heard the name Ziwu Sword.
This sword is not only the pride of the Wudang Sect, but also a great trauma to the Wudang Sect.
"Li'er has reappeared in the world. With his sword power alone, he forced the Sword King in White to abandon his sword and withdraw from the world." Song Yuanqiao said calmly.
The rest of the Seven Heroes, including Song Qingshu, took a deep breath. The information contained in this short sentence was really astonishing!
"Li'er has changed!"
Yu Lianzhou suddenly laughed and said: "If back then, with his temperament, people from the Ming Cult dared to attack him, even the sword king in white would have his martial arts skills abolished without leaving his life!"
All the Wudang heroes laughed when they heard this. This was indeed the truth. All the martial arts masters who had fought with Mo Li back then did not end well in the end. Their nephew was not an easy person to talk to.
However, Song Yuanqiao did not laugh. He gently moved the tea cup and said solemnly: "You are wrong. Li'er has not changed. It's just that the sword king in white is not worthy of his action."
He looked far away to the northwest and said in a deep tone: "Sitting in the Taoist temple for three years, I gathered all the unwillingness, guilt, pain, murderous intention and deep-seated hatred in my heart, and tempered the immortality in my chest day and night.
The sword intention, until all the spirit, energy and spirit are integrated into the sword intention, is not just to kill a little white-robed sword king."
"Three years of sitting, three years of loneliness, and three years of sharpening the sword. Once this sword is released, it will definitely be earth-shattering and invincible. As the saying goes, it will be strong in one go, then weaken again, and it will be exhausted after three years. Without meeting that person, he will never be able to swing it.
This is the sword!"
"Brother, Li'er has been missing for three years. It sounds like you have always known his whereabouts?" Yu Daiyan asked strangely.
"I don't know his whereabouts."
Song Yuanqiao shook his head and said: "But he is my disciple. I have taught him for ten years. How can I not know what kind of temper he is?"
"From the moment he left us, from the moment he disappeared, I knew that he would never endure such a big loss. I also knew that sooner or later he would come back to the world, but I never thought that this day would come.
So fast."
Having said this, he stood up, lifted the Ziwu Sword with some difficulty, and said: "Miss Yue, let's set off. Although our martial arts skills are not high enough, as long as we can help him a little bit, that's it.
What's the harm in risking your life?"
Inside Jiejian Pavilion, there was silence for a while, except for the mountain wind passing through the vegetation in the forest, making some rustling movements.
Yue Lingyan's heart kept falling to the deepest point.
At this moment, how come she still doesn't understand which enemy the Mr. Mo she misses is facing?
…
Outside Chang'an City, there was a scene of solemn killing.
But I saw the green-robed Taoist walking forward slowly. He was not walking fast, but every step was very firm, as if the sky and the earth were falling and could not shake his pace.
His breath was calm, and his brows still looked haggard and tired, but there was a hint of determination in his dead eyes.
Zhang Wuji looked at the figure walking towards him step by step and felt as if his whole body was being pressed down by a huge mountain. It was difficult to even move, let alone blocking him!
And as the other party got closer step by step, the huge pressure became more and more obvious, almost suffocating him, and his face turned red!
Sword God Moli, Sword God Moli!
Is this the true strength of Senior Brother?!
Zhang Wuji was extremely desperate, but also extremely sad. He found that whether it was the Wudang heroes listed by the good people in the world, or the Nine-Yang Magic Art that he was proud of, he was as weak as an ant in front of the other party.
Not worth mentioning!
"father?!"
King Yin Ye was young and energetic after all, so he couldn't bear to see this scene, so he raised his eyes and gestured towards Yin Tianzheng.
Yin Tianzheng looked at Xie Xun who was facing a formidable enemy, looked at the dragon-slaying knife, and looked at Zhang Wuji who fell on the ground. For a moment, his fierce and majestic face showed a look of sullenness.
Any one of these was enough for him to take action against the Taoist in front of him, not to mention that this Taoist personally killed several of their biggest enemies who were high-level officials of the Ming Cult!
However, when he thought of the sword hit by Yang Xiao on the top of Zhongnan Mountain, and the sword hit by him on Mount Hua during the Great Shift of the Universe, all the anger on his face turned into fear for a moment.
It’s not that I’m afraid of him, it’s that he’s not worth it!
Yin Tianzheng persuaded himself in his heart that with his cultivation at the fourth level of the Great Shift of the Universe and using all the power of the Ming Sect, he might not be able to keep the other party. However, if so, I am afraid that the Ming Sect will also suffer unbearable heavy losses!
So he shook his head and said, "Just wait and see what happens."
King Yin Ye's chest was heaving. He took a deep breath and looked at the Taoist angrily. This was tantamount to giving up on Xie Xun. No matter who wins or loses, Xie Xun will never return to the Ming Cult.
That was the Dragon-Slaying Sword. It was a Ming Cult Dharma King at the highest level. He gave up so easily. Is this sword god really so terrifying?
He was puzzled, but he could not disobey his father's order and could only watch all this happen quietly.
Facing Mo Li's Golden Retriever Lion King, there was nothing else in his eyes at this moment, and he had no extra thought or energy to pay attention to other things.
In front of him, there was only the green-robed Taoist in front of him.
Although he had heard many legendary stories about this man, he never thought that there were people in the world who were so skilled in martial arts.
That momentum grew stronger every time he took a step forward. It was as majestic as an abyss or a sea, and it pressed down on him, making every bone in his body tremble!
For the first time in his life, the emotion of fear and fear emerged from his heart, and the fighting spirit that dominated the world was completely gone.
The dragon-slaying knife was still buzzing in a low voice, but the buzzing sound was not filled with joy, but a moan of overwhelming fear.
In this battle, I will die!
This realization flashed through Xie Xun's mind, and for a moment, he became more open-minded. Since he was going to die, what was there to be afraid of?
"Eat a certain knife!"
Xie Xun suddenly shouted loudly, like a roar of a lion king, the sound spread for miles, and every word was thunderous, making stars appear in front of people's eyes!
The violent fighting spirit surged out of his body again, and the cold light on the dragon-slaying knife was victorious!
He had a determined look on his face, his hair was blond, and his bones were erect. His bones were cracking like beans. His burly body seemed to swell in an instant. You could see the thick blood vessels bulging on the arm holding the knife!
At this moment, Xie Xun's energy and spirit were extremely condensed, and all the internal energy he had cultivated for decades was poured into the dragon-slaying knife without any reservation!
Choking——
The sound of the sword sounded, like the roar of a divine dragon, and the bright golden sword light suddenly shined in the sunlight as violently and dazzlingly as the blazing sun!
This sword light broke through the suppression of Mo Li's momentum and covered the entire audience. Yin Tianzheng and other Mingjiao masters felt a domineering sword intent sweeping over him. He couldn't help but feel chills all over his body. His eyes were stabbed by the sword light and tears flowed down his face.
It's impossible to look straight at it!
boom!!
The ground was shaken violently by Xie Xun's powerful kick, and the bright sword light slashed out with a majestic force.
Under the condensation of its essence and the power of the sword, it was as if the air in the entire surrounding space had been solidified by the sword, turning into a madly sweeping sword energy that enveloped everything.
This sword does not contain any vitality, but is full of violent murderous intent and destructive aura that dominates the world. Gods will kill gods when they are blocked, and Buddhas will be killed when Buddha blocks them. There is not even a way out for themselves. It is full of Xie Xun's decades of killing intent.
An extraordinary sword of hatred and inner strength!
The moment the sword was struck, Xie Xun suddenly felt a little confident in his heart.
Who in the world can block this fatal sword?
And soon, there was an answer to this question.
However, in the face of such a fierce and domineering sword, the Taoist actually stood motionless on the spot, without defense or resistance, as if he wanted to use his own body to force it!
Tang Jiuer's heart tightened when she saw it. Her red lips were slightly open, and her jade face showed a look of worry and fear. Her bare hands were clenched into fists, and there was no trace of blood on her skin!
boom!
The golden light drowned everything, and a violent wind dispersed in all directions, picking up all the yellow dust in a radius of ten feet around the two people, and destroying all the vegetation.
The sharp sword energy scraped out deep knife marks on the ground one after another, but no one paid attention to this, but stared at the center of the field, staring at the place where the Golden Retriever Lion King and Li Qiye fought!
But when I saw there, Taoist Qingpao was still standing on the same spot, motionless, unchanged from before.
And half a foot above his head, there was a golden sword hanging, it was the sword used to slay dragons!
Xie Xun's face was red, and he was still trying desperately to push down the dragon-slaying knife. However, there seemed to be an insurmountable chasm half a foot away. No matter how magical the dragon-slaying knife was, no matter how strong Xie Xun's internal strength was, he could not cross it.
Half a foot away.
This...this is...!
Looking at this scene, all the masters of Mingjiao opened their mouths wide, unable to believe what they saw before their eyes!
Although they all thought that it would not be difficult to defeat Xie Xun with Mo Li's martial arts, however, he actually managed to confront the dragon-slaying sword, the most powerful weapon in the world, in such an understatement without taking any action!
Is this still martial arts that humans can possess?
it's okay no problem!
Tang Jiuer didn't even notice the martial arts that was surprising Mo Li. Instead, he let out a long breath and felt relaxed in his heart.
Just be okay, be okay, be okay...
She unclenched her fists, and her delicate eyebrows were filled with joy, but then she came to her senses, and a trace of self-deprecation appeared on her face.
Master Ziwu's martial arts skills are so high, why should she worry? Besides, what's the point of worrying if she is worried?
However, being able to stop the dragon-slaying sword in mid-air, Master Ziwu's martial arts skills were beyond his imagination.
Just when everyone was shocked, the green-robed Taoist spoke.
But I heard the man say in a calm tone: "It's disrespectful to come and not go back. Pindao takes the lion king's sword, and please ask the lion king to watch Pindao's sword."
After finishing speaking, everyone saw the Taoist nod and salute, and in an instant, their feelings suddenly changed.
If just now this Taoist's breath was calm and dead as dead wood, at this moment, this Taoist has turned into a sword, a rotten sword hidden in a sheath.
However, as traces of sword intent emanated from his body, the rust on the sword continued to fall off, gradually revealing its original appearance.
What a sharp sword it was. Although it only showed a little edge, the mighty sword intent contained in it was clearly enough to cut through mountains and rivers and tear the world apart!
Under this sword, from Yin Tianzheng to Tang Jiuer, no matter how high or low their martial arts skills were, or how much knowledge they had, they all had only one thought in their hearts.
Small!
Compared with this sword, they deeply felt that they were insignificant!
Unable to resist or fight, when they saw this sword, all the martial arts and confidence they were proud of were completely destroyed.
How could there be such a terrifying sword in this world?!
Looking at the increasingly sharp and terrifying sword, a sentence emerged in everyone's mind:
The sword energy stretches across thirty thousand miles!
However, suddenly, this long sword disappeared without a trace.
The sword intent just now, the terror just now, seemed to be an illusion.
Standing on the same spot was still the green-robed Taoist, his breath was lifeless, his face was withered, and his brows were full of tiredness.
However, Xie Xun opposite him, at some point, the dragon-slaying knife held high in his hand had dropped to the ground, with a look of fear on his face.
Outside Chang'an City, there was silence, so quiet that it seemed as if even the wind had stopped.
Everyone's minds were blank. Their minds were still immersed in the sword and the terrifying sword intent, and they could not extricate themselves for a long time.
For a long time, the golden-haired lion king suddenly showed a wry smile on his lips.
"Good swordsmanship, good swordsmanship!"
He praised him twice, then suddenly his whole body froze, and he fell to the ground, breathless...