Song Yuanqiao and the others were also filled with emotion. They were afraid that if they were just a moment later, they would miss this battle. It was really a risk...
However, he and his group of seven people, working hard, should have arrived here three days ago. However, after traveling thousands of miles and with so many people, how could something go wrong?
Encountering bandits in the mountains was originally a trivial matter, but the bandits' wild swords and arrows were unable to hurt them, but they shot two of their horses to death.
The mountain road was rugged and difficult to travel. Even if these people were martial arts masters, they would not be able to get up quickly without horses. They walked in the mountains and fields for two days before they found a big city where they could buy horses. They hurried and hurried slowly, and finally got there in time.
Arrived!
As a group of people walked up the mountain, the heroes all over the mountain automatically moved out of the way.
Not long after, the group of seven people stood in the clearing at the top of the peak.
Looking at the green-robed Taoist with a stubble on his face, everyone in Wudang felt uncomfortable even though they had heard Yue Lingyan say it before.
"Junior brother, you...how did you become like this?" Song Qingshu said anxiously and distressedly.
The two of them are similar in age. They grew up together in Wudang Mountain since childhood. Their deep relationship is no different from that of biological brothers. Of course Song Qingshu will feel sorry for Li Li.
Mo Li did not respond directly, but bowed respectfully to everyone in Wudang and said: "Disciple Mo Li, I have met the master, and all the uncles have met the senior brothers."
This courtesy was sincere because he knew that maybe after today, he would never have the chance to see everyone present in Wudang again.
"Get up."
Song Yuanqiao's face was complicated. He stepped forward to covet Mo Li and said in a reproachful tone: "You...you, why didn't you wait until we arrived before making this decision?"
Challenging Pasiba and narrowly escaping death, even though he had high expectations for his beloved disciple, he really didn't think he could win.
Mo Li's eyelids drooped, and there seemed to be sparks in his eyes, but he finally regained his composure, and he whispered: "I know that if the master arrives, he will not allow his disciple to do this."
"you……"
Song Yuanqiao opened his mouth, intending to scold him, but when he remembered the situation he was in, with thousands of people watching him, and his beloved disciple about to go into a life-and-death battle, all the dissatisfaction in his heart turned into nothingness.
He was silent for a few breaths, and then said seriously: "You are old, and you don't need to say many things to the teacher. You did the right thing in this matter. I, a Wudang man, should not be timid. There are many things that I should do even if I know I will die.
If you do it, you will live up to your master’s teachings.”
"Master..."
Mo Li's eyes were slightly red.
He couldn't help but recall the scene when he first met Song Yuanqiao in the past. At that time, he was still a little kid held hostage on a horse by the Golden Retriever Lion King. The three masters, swordsmen and knights, came to help when there was injustice on the road.
He was pulled out of the deepest despair and abyss.
Then, he was seriously injured and was treated by Zhang Sanfeng with all his strength. It took him more than half a month to finally pull him back from the gate of hell.
And all of this happened more than ten years ago.
A kid who wanted to be rescued at the beginning has grown into a swordsman who has attracted the attention of the world, but the old master who saved him is no longer alive.
"My master went up to the mountain today and brought two swords with me. One sword is a true sword."
Song Yuanqiao took off his sword from his waist, raised his hands flat, and said solemnly: "This is your master's sword. In the past, he carried this sword and conquered the world for decades. He never left his body for a moment. The sword
I don’t know how many masters’ blood has been stained by this sword. Now that your master is no longer alive, this sword is equivalent to your master in a sense.”
He waved his hand, and Song Qingshu held up another sword with some difficulty and came forward. Although the sword was in its sheath, when he got in front of Mo Li, the sharp blade in the sheath suddenly hummed softly, as if he was cheering for joy. Hearing it in the silent night
It is extremely clear.
"Good sword, good sword, this sword is somewhat spiritual!"
Pasiba, who had been watching, suddenly praised, with a hint of appreciation in his tone.
However, no one paid attention to him. Song Yuanqiao still said to Mo Li: "You don't need to tell me this as a teacher. You should also know that it is your Ziwu Sword."
"Three years ago, you handed this broken sword to me, and my uncles and you spent a whole year traveling all over the country to find the best materials for making swords, and finally found the cold iron on the seabed and the earth veins.
I also paid a lot of money to a famous swordsmith from Longquan to temper the sword for seventy-seven and forty-nine days, and finally completed this sword."
"This Ziwu Sword is three feet long and weighs a hundred kilograms. Its sharpness is no less sharp than the Yitian Sword of Emei."
"Look, which sword did you use today?"
Zhenwu Sword! Ziwu Sword!
Which of these two swords is not a magical weapon that is famous all over the world? Of course, their fame does not only come from the swords themselves, but they both have a legendary owner.
Underneath, it was stained with the blood of countless martial arts masters.
Li Li looked at the two swords and reached out to grab the Zhenwu sword first.
Feeling the delicate and cold touch on the Zhenwu sword and looking at the black and white Tai Chi on the hilt, Zhang Sanfeng's voice and smile flashed through Mo Li's mind again.
He said: "Master, I am not here, so I can just use this sword as my master and watch the battle here."
He raised his hand, and the Zhenwu Divine Sword immediately flew out, with a clang sound, and was inserted into a large bluestone with its scabbard, standing straight there, commanding a commanding view of the entire field.
"Ziwu Sword..."
Li Mo Li's eyes moved to the sword in Song Qingshu's hand, and suddenly said: "Senior Brother Song, if I lose this battle, you must not have any thoughts of revenge for me."
Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment. Before he could think of how to answer, Mo Li laughed at himself and said: "Wudang must be passed on. If I have not fulfilled my responsibility, Wudang will have to rely on my senior brother in the future."
Although the Seven Heroes are at the top of their game, they are getting older, and few of Wudang's third-generation disciples are successful. Zhang Wuji has a weak temperament. Even if he achieves success in martial arts in the future, he will not be able to take on the big responsibilities of Wudang, so he can only rely on Song Qingshu.
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Being entrusted by him in this way, a flush suddenly appeared on Song Qingshu's face. He had the intention to do so, but thinking that his master was forced to fly away by this living Buddha, and that his junior brother might die at his hands, one word came to his mouth, but it was
Nothing can be said.
Seeing the complicated look on his face, Mo Li already understood what he was thinking. He didn't say anything anymore, but just mentioned the Ziwu Sword that the Seven Heroes of Wudang had painstakingly searched for rare materials for the craftsman to reforge, and then knelt down towards Song Yuanqiao.
Go down.
"Master, this disciple is unfilial. Please take care of yourself in the future."
He put his hands on the ground and kowtowed heavily to Song Yuanqiao.
After this battle, perhaps there will never be another person like Mo Li in the world. For more than ten years, master and disciple have been deeply attached to each other, as close as father and son, and everything will be in vain.
Then, if he didn't come forward to take revenge, who would have the chance to seek justice from Pasiba?
He stood up, turned his head, and walked towards Pa Siba step by step, with a heavy back and resolute steps, leaving no room for error.
During this process, the beard on his face fell off root by root, the blue robe moved without the wind, and wisps of fierce energy surged from his body.
Three years of sitting there, three years of sharpening the sword, and today I become a swordsman again.
Today's battle is all about death!
In the sky, the moon is shining brightly, and the southern peak of Huashan Mountain is a silvery white.
The Taoist was dressed in a green robe, with a long sword hanging on his waist. Between his brows, his heroic aura gradually broke through the dead silence. He stood still in front of Pa Siba, his breath sharp and deep, as if he wanted to tear the heaven and the earth apart, but at the same time, it seemed that the heaven and the earth were connected together.
, competes with Phagpa's pure Zen spirit, and does not fall behind in the slightest.
Wearing a red skirt, the girl who was as beautiful and bright as a flame looked at the figure in the blue shirt and couldn't help but open her mouth slightly with a look of surprise.
The figure in front of her had a straight figure, handsome features, sword in hand, and full of heroic spirit. It was three points better than the real appearance and grace hidden under the beard of Master Ziwu that she had imagined!
It turns out that those legends are not lies, the sword god is really a high-spirited young man, no, a young man!
While she was overjoyed, she thought that such a heroic figure might not still be alive after today, and her face couldn't help but become gloomy and depressed.
However, at this time, it was obvious that no one would notice what was on the girl's mind, the pearl of the Tang family, and everyone's eyes were focused on the swordsman in blue.
Sword God Moli, the Sword God Moli from three years ago has finally reappeared in the world!
This shocking battle has finally begun at this moment.
"What a sword, what a powerful sword spirit."
Pa Siba looked at the swordsman in front of him, smiling as usual.
He said: "However, you should know that your sword power, which will break through the innate sword, is not enough to kill the old monk."
"Speaking of which, the old monk is also very strange. Why do you want to fight with the old monk? It is a beautiful thing for Master Zhang to become an immortal. The old monk does not care about worldly affairs, so he will not be your enemy in Wudang."
"You have no other purpose than to fight the old monk now except to die."
Mo Li frowned slightly and said: "If ascending to immortality is a beautiful thing, then why does the living Buddha still stay in the world and does not want to ascend and go away?!"
"Amitabha."
Pa Siba shouted the Buddha's name and said: "Zhenzhen Zhang is a scholar of heaven and man. He has traveled far beyond the past and present. The old monk is not as far away as him. It's not that he doesn't want to, but that he can't."
"Old monk, I think you are greedy for life and afraid of death. Who knows whether you are really going to become an immortal by ascending to heaven, or if you are going to disappear and die?"
Mo Li said slowly: "My master, his martial arts has already surpassed the realm of innateness. He has been unwilling to leave for a long time, but he was forced to leave by an old monk like you. He doesn't know whether he will live or die, and he will have nothing to do with us in this life."
When we meet again, will you still have no grudge against me, Wudang?"
Pasiba smiled and said: "How can I blame the old monk for this matter? If the noble sect was not aggressive and relied on force to kill the capital, and then successively killed my disciples of the ** Temple, how could the old monk take action?"
"Donor Mo, the one you want to blame is yourself!"
When he said the last sentence, the old monk's tone suddenly rose, and every word was like a yellow bell, which made people's blood surge, and stars appeared in their eyes.
His momentum suddenly increased with these words, and in an instant it overshadowed Mo Li's sword intent, covering the entire south peak of Huashan Mountain.
Tantra, the Zen sound that confuses the gods!
In the battle of masters, the most important thing is momentum. What is momentum? It is a battle of souls and wills!
When they reach the realms of Basiba and Mo Li, the battle of spiritual momentum is far more important than the battle of pure martial arts.
Once the momentum is suppressed and the belief is shaken, it will be good to be able to exert seven or eight points of the twelve points of skill.
For a true master, the difference is life or death, let alone such a huge gap?
Pa Siba is worthy of being a Buddhist genius who has lived for more than a hundred years. Facing a junior like Mo Li whose martial arts realm is far inferior to his, he is still so cautious and strives for victory. It is no wonder that he is facing Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts.
The existence that surpassed him actually forced Zhang Sanfeng to ascend to the upper world.
Looking at the white-clothed monk smiling and moaning, he suppressed Mo Li's aura. All the heroes watching the battle felt sad, and sighed that the sword god was afraid that he would repeat the same mistakes he made three years ago.
The faces of everyone in the Wudang Sect became solemn, and everyone could see that Mo Li's situation was not good.
Could it be that the Wudang Sect is going to lose another sword god today?
"Li'er..."
Song Yuanqiao nervously fisted his hands, his bones and joints turned white.
"I blame myself... I blame myself..."
Li Qiye murmured to himself, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.
"If you hadn't gone to the capital with your sword alone, first destroyed the Prince Ruyang's Mansion, and then killed the monks who came to follow me from the temple, how could His Majesty have let Hutu take action? If it weren't for the noble sect Zhang Sanfeng's single-handedly
How can the old monk be alarmed if he breaks King Ming's demon-conquering formation?"
Pasiba spoke every word with sonorous force: "Everything is the result of your sowing, so that you can get what you have today!"
"I sow for...I sow for..."
He recalled scenes from the past, and the root of everything was the Ziwu Sword.
It is true that without him going to the capital and killing the whole family of Prince Ruyang with his sword, there would not have been any subsequent events.
His aura was getting weaker and weaker, and his sharp sword intent was almost undetectable.
Seeing this, the compassionate smile on Pasiba's face became even stronger. He put his hands together, with a majestic appearance, and the pure glazed Buddha light slowly rose from his body. Under the night, he looked like a living god and Buddha, so solemn that it could not be looked directly at.
He said in a voice like thunder: "The world of mortals is all vain. I, Buddha, have a cloud. I put down my butcher knife and became a Buddha immediately. Idiot, don't you realize it?"
All kinds of Zen sounds reverberate across the heaven and earth, rolling like a tide, never ending in the ears.
Everyone who listened was in a daze, feeling that in front of them there was no longer a white-robed monk, but a golden-bodied Buddha standing tall on the sky and the earth, with compassion on his face, and he wanted to save the blue-robed swordsman.
However, Mo Li listened to the Buddha's voice, but his face remained confused. He kept chanting the two words 'blame me...blame me...', and what he was thinking about were many things in the past.
Do you really blame him?
Why were Zhao Min's family killed? Is it possible that they were not at fault at all?
If it weren't for Ruyang Prince's Mansion, Cheng Kun and others, who plotted against the Wudang Sect and Yin Liting first, how could Mo Li get so angry and go straight to the capital with his sword in hand?
Thinking of the past, Li Moli couldn't help but shook his head slightly and said: "Basiba, what you said is wrong."
"This matter was clearly caused by Yuan Ting's provocation. Could it be that only people are allowed to kill me, but I am not allowed to kill people?!"
"You, bald donkey, are helping the tyrants and want to beat him up. It's really ridiculous!"
The mountain breeze blew by, making the young man's clothes rustle.
His eyes were firm, staring at the monk in front of him, murderous intent rushing towards him...