The three of them went their separate ways, one to the south and one to the north to go down the mountain.
Mo Li was dressed in black, walking leisurely on the mountain road, with a calm expression on his brows, and a hint of joy.
Killing Yang Xiao in this battle not only made him famous, but more importantly, he solved a knot in his heart and touched his own Tao for the first time.
After killing Ji Xiaofu, he still felt a little unhappy, but after killing Yang Xiao, his mood suddenly became enlightened, and his sword intention increased several points. Although there was no sword in his waist, his sword heart was already clear and clear, and it was in harmony with the world.
Nature seems to be a little closer.
A swordsman must naturally have a clear mind and be free from worries and doubts. If his mind is deficient, his swordsmanship will naturally be deficient.
He dueled with Yang Xiao at noon, then went to Yang Mansion for a banquet, and then returned to the mountain to worship. By this time, it was already dark.
It was summer night, and the stars were high in the sky. Li Li was not in a hurry. When he saw an abandoned Taoist temple on the side of the road, he walked straight in and prepared to rest for the night.
Zhongnan Mountain is a Taoist holy land, and there are quite a few abandoned Taoist temples. Mo Li, an expert in art, is brave and has no fear of entering alone. It was hot in summer, so he didn’t even bother to light a fire, so he just found a corner.
He assumed a posture with five hearts pointing toward the sky and began to meditate.
As he breathed, his true energy traveled through the heavens, and strands of hot air emanated from his body, covering a radius of about ten feet around him. Snakes, insects, rats, and ants all circled around him. However, within a few breaths, his whole body
It was as if he had disappeared. Although he was still emitting heat, he had merged into a whole with everything in the ruined temple. No, to be precise, he had merged into the world.
This feeling is very strange. Although Mo Li has not opened his eyes, he can see everything dozens of feet around him. No matter in front of or behind him, he seems to have turned into wind and grass. If there is an expert nearby, he can only
If you relied on the Qi machine to sense it, you might think it was just a ball of air!
It's a pity that there is no sword...
Mo Li felt a sense of disappointment for no reason. Since he learned to sword, he has never left his hand with the sword all day long. The Ziwu Sword has been with him for many years, and he is very emotional. Today, he returned it to Yin Liting, and he felt a little unhappy.
Give it up.
If he has a sword, he can not only cultivate his true energy, but also comprehend the meaning of the sword.
However, these negative emotions are fleeting. The Ziwu Sword is related to the grudges between Yin Liting, Ji Xiaofu, and Yang Xiao. He killed two of them, so it is really not suitable to hold it in his hands anymore.
During the practice, time passed very quickly, and it was midnight in a blink of an eye.
At this time, it was getting colder outside, but Mo Li had pure Yang Wuji Zhenqi protecting his body, and he had been protected from the cold and heat for a long time. Naturally, he was not aware of it, but suddenly, a very familiar sharp qi machine flashed from outside the temple.
And passed away, immediately attracting Mo Li's attention.
That energy... seems to be the Ziwu Sword? Could it be that Uncle Six is here?
Mo Li's heart moved. At this moment, three chaotic footsteps came from outside, one light and two heavy. The familiar sharp energy was getting closer and closer, and became stronger and stronger, and among the three of them,
Stepping into the range of Mo Li's perception, Mo Li finally saw the face of the visitor clearly, it was Yin Liting, the Six Heroes of Wudang!
However, something was wrong with Yin Liting at this time. He was holding the Ziwu Sword in his hand, and he looked back from time to time. His breath was messy, and his steps were hurried, as if he was being chased by someone.
Soon, Li Li saw the person chasing him.
They were two middle-aged men, one fat and one thin. The thin man was slightly shorter, had a bald head, and deep sunken temples, while the fat man was strong and muscular, with muscles all over his body, and a hairy black hole on his left cheek.
Moles, the evil aura on both of them rushed towards their faces, giving Mo Li a vaguely familiar feeling, as if he had seen them before somewhere.
"Yin Liuxia, why are you running away? Our brothers won't take your life?" the fat man said, his words full of cat-and-mouse banter.
Yin Liting stood in front of the Taoist temple, breathing heavily, and said: "Yin and the two of you are strangers and have no grievances. Why bother to force each other?"
"No grievance or enmity? You actually said there is no grievance or enmity?"
The thin man snorted coldly and said: "Your good nephew killed three of my brothers. If my two brothers were not free, they would have gone to your nephew to fight to the death. How dare you say that there is no injustice?"
hatred?!"
"Second brother, why bother talking nonsense with him? Kill him first and you can recover some interest!"
The fat man shouted sharply and punched, strong wind hit his face, and the force was extremely heavy. When Yin Liting ran away, he lost a lot of internal energy, so he did not dare to fight hard and hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it!
There was a muffled sound of 'pop', but the fat man's two fingers were inserted straight into the bluestone of the courtyard wall, as easily as inserting two pieces of tofu.
"Shaolin Vajra Finger Power!"
Yin Liting's expression changed and he said angrily: "Okay, you are from the Shaolin Temple. Do you want to come to avenge the Wudang War?!"
The power of Vajra fingering is a secret that is not taught in Shaolin Temple. In today's world, no one except Shaolin knows such fierce fingering!
During Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday party in the past, three eminent monks from the Shaolin Temple joined forces with the heads of the six major sects to attack the Wudang Zhenwu Seven Sections Formation, but were easily defeated. At this time, Yin Liting thought it was a master from the Shaolin Temple who came to seek revenge!
Diamond finger power!
Mo Li's heart moved, and he immediately understood the identity of this fat man.
In the past, he went to the Western Regions to search for the black jade intermittent ointment and killed several Vajra Sect masters. At that time, he learned that there were two of the four Vajra Sect members who were living abroad and had taken refuge in Yuan Ting. Could it be these two people?
While he was thinking about it, the fat man smiled coldly, did not answer, and punched Yin Liting again. At the same time, the thin man also took action with his fists, and his power was even stronger than that of the thin man.
Quite a few!
Yin Liting did not dare to take a hard hit, so he turned his long sword around and took a defensive position. As the sword light shone, four soft "dang-dang-dang-dang" sounds were heard. Yin Liting grunted and took a few steps back. A trace of blood already spilled from the corner of his mouth.
However, the opponent punched his sword four times with four fists. The force was extremely fierce. Even though his Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu was already very powerful, he still couldn't resist and was injured by the opponent's force.
A look of ferocity flashed across the faces of the fat and thin people, and the thin man sneered: "Wudang swordsmanship is nothing more than that, Yin Liuxia, please enjoy it!"
After that, he punched out his fists again. The strong wind caused Yin Liting's cheeks to hurt. The person hit him was the joint of Yin Liting's right arm!
If this punch hits hard, Yin Liting is afraid that it will be difficult to hold a sword again in this life!
But at this moment, a fierce sword intent suddenly shot up from the sky, and the Ziwu Sword in Yin Liting's palm buzzed, as if he was jumping for joy!
The fat and thin people only felt a cold chill shrouding their vital parts. They couldn't help but tremble all over, and they all took a few steps back!
"Who said my Wudang swordsmanship is nothing more than this?"
A clear voice came, and then a black shadow flew out of the crowd and landed in the middle of the three people.
The fat and thin people looked closely and saw that the person coming was a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in black, with handsome features and full of heroic spirit. Who could he be if he wasn't Mo Li who showed off his power on the top of Zhongnan Mountain today?