Sun Dao Chang!
after seeing the person, Yi Yu was surprised again. The one who wielded the long sword and sent out the flying sword was Taoist sun, who had been locked up in Sanyuan temple for many years.
I've seen the two men's soul stirring sword. Yi Yu's mouth is slightly bitter. The so-called experts in the martial arts academy are afraid that they are not fit to lift shoes for them. Even the clansman level figures who live in seclusion and practice in seclusion can hardly compare with them.
it's just that the old man in Huafu is good. Even though Yi Yu doesn't understand the mystery of Sun Ping's sword, he can see the power of the sword. Unexpectedly, the honest and wooden Taoist sun is an expert in martial arts. Erhu is in Baoshan and doesn't know himself. Instead, he wants to go to the martial arts academy for advice.
"Lu Jushi, seven star peak is the place of Qingxiu. Please step back."
Taoist sun is more than 40 years old. He has a thin face. He seldom communicates with others, but his temperament is very plain. However, the general appearance of sun Guang here is decadent. His temperament has changed greatly. His eyes are no longer dim, as if he is reborn. The whole person is like a scabbard sword, sending out a sharp sword meaning. A few leaves float on the sword, even for a moment Ground to pieces.
"Sun Ping, the virtual spirit sword, is also a character, but he is a younger generation. I don't want to bully the small with the big. Let the black ghost come out." The old man in Huafu narrowed his eyes and looked slightly dignified.
"master, I'm going to practice in seclusion. I won't see any visitors. Come back, Lu Jushi." Taoist sun's eyes are fixed, and his momentum is not diminished. It seems that he will launch a thunderclap at any time. He doesn't look at Yi Yu who is leaning against the mountain wall.
"I have forgotten that you are a registered disciple of the old Wu GUI. If you kill the little one, you can't force the old one." The old man in Huafu laughs. He has a long sword in his hand like the wind. The light of the sword is rolling. He has seven stars on his feet. He is on the steep mountain, like walking on the flat ground. His body follows the sword. In a moment, he has swept to sun Ping's body.
the sword is like the wind. Suddenly, the murderous spirit appears. It stirs up the vitality around and makes a sound like a storm.
behind the Seven Star peak, there are many mountains and rocks, and cliffs. Only on the platform where feathers fall easily, it's spacious. In other places, it's just that they can settle down. As long as one step is wrong, it's the end of the field. But the two people are jumping between the mountains and rocks. If their bodies are adsorbed on the mountain wall, it doesn't affect their body skills and swordsmanship at all. In a moment, they have played dozens of moves.
Yi Yu was on the platform. He could hardly breathe. He was dazzled by the sight of people flying around. He was bored and nauseous between his chest and abdomen, but he was still staring at the two people. Even in Wudang Mountain, where martial arts prevailed, he had never seen such a fight before.
Taoist sun and the old man in Huafu have fantastic footwork. They fight swords in the steep mountain wall. Their swordsmanship is crisscrossing. Their bodies are like butterflies. They shuttle back and forth. They are sharp and dangerous, but each move is extremely fierce.
after dozens of moves, the figure of the old man in Huafu suddenly slows down, and his eyes get angry. He came to qixingfeng to find the bad luck of "old friend". Unexpectedly, he was accepted by the other's registered disciple so many moves. It's hard to avoid some impatience in his heart. Their swordsmanship is similar, but the long sword in his hand shows signs of being gradually restrained by the other party.
the virtual spirit sword is not only a description of Sun Ping's sword technique, but also a description of his long sword. It's a rare good sword. It's not only made by the master, but also tempered by heaven's fire. It's integrated into foreign refined gold. It's flexible and sharp.
all of a sudden, the two swords intersect. The green steel sword in the hands of the old man in Huafu has been cut off by the virtual spirit sword. Sun daoren drinks it and stretches his arm. The skeleton makes a noise. Suddenly, it seems that the sword suddenly grows several inches long. The blade turns and penetrates the layers of defense under the cloth of the old man in Huafu and stabs him in the chest.
although Taoist sun is a Taoist, this sword has not been merciful at all. He has done his best to fight decisively. The light at the tip of the sword is slightly spitting out, and the sword is born.
"Sun Ping, I didn't come to see you today, but if you are determined to die, I will complete you." Sword light and body, the old man's face is not afraid, but there is a grim smile on the corner of his mouth.
I only heard a hiss. There was no stab of the long sword that broke the chest and splashed the blood. The stab of the long sword was in the old man's heart, but it curved a strange arc, and it couldn't go in, and there was no voice of gold and iron, as if it was a failure.
Sun Dao loses color when he grows up. He flies away at once with a flick of the long sword. However, how can the old man of Huafu miss this opportunity? The strong wind moves, the broken sword is thrown out, the two palms are dark, the fingers are moving in a row, and the energy is numerous. The sound of the void tearing can be heard in a faint way.
in the hissing sound, several strands of bloodstains scattered, Taoist sun's chest robe has been torn, and a few jagged bloodstains appear, with bones deeply visible, gloomy and terrifying.
"it's a good practice. You have realized the innate meaning." Taoist sun's eyes showed a look of horror, and suddenly a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth. His body was already staggering, and he could not even stand on the rocks. Several ups and downs had fallen on the platform, and his forehead was sweating. He managed to recuperate after a hard breath, but his momentum was declining, and he could not even hold the virtual spirit sword.
"Hey, if I don't understand the innate Qi, how dare I go to Wudang Mountain?" The old man in Chinese clothes smiled coldly and came forward step by step. His eyes were full of murderous ideas. He took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood on his fingernails.
"congenitally, congenitally, a great master in congenitally!" Sun Ping once again spewed out a mouthful of blood. He lived in seclusion in Sanyuan temple. On the one hand, he was serving the master, on the other hand, he was cultivating kendo. After decades of painstaking practice, his internal and external skills have reached a great success, but he didn't even touch the threshold of the innate environment. Even Wudang Mountain, which is called the holy land of Wudang Road, didn't appear the great master of the innate environment, which shows the difficulty of the innate environment 。
"say, where's the dark old man?" If the hand of the old man in Chinese clothes is like a hook, he will catch Sun Ping.
alas!
suddenly, there was a sigh in the platform cave, which seemed to ring in the ear, moving the spirit, but it made Yi Yu breathe more smoothly, even his hands and feet warm.
it's strange that the Taoist priest is still in the cave. I don't know how he hid in the dark weapon needle rain just now.
"old Wu, you are still alive!"
the figure of the old man in Huafu is also a shock. Even when he is fighting with Sun Ping, he is also paying attention to the movement in the cave. When he hears the sigh, his face changes. He doesn't pay any attention to Sun Ping. He slowly turns around and stares at the cave, which makes him more cautious.
"how dare I go ahead while my old friend is still alive!" In the cave, the voice of the strange old way rings, which contains unique syllables. During each concussion, Yi Yu feels a warm current surging between his chest and abdomen.
Yi Yu heard from the strange and old Taoist. It's a rare technique of sound killing. It's called divine sound and soul stirring. It can disturb some rhythm of the enemy's body with sound waves, even confuse the other party's consciousness and produce hallucinations. But at the same time, it can also regulate qi and keep the spirit warm. The strange and old Taoist apparently uses divine sound and soul stirring to regulate his vitality.
"don't talk nonsense, Wu Laogui. You've understood that thing for more than 50 years, but you've learned something, put it out, and let me see it." The old man in Huafu smiled coldly and stepped forward again. He was less than five feet away from the platform cave.
"don't do nothing. Where to practice? It's just fate." The grotesque Taoist in the cave seemed to sigh again, and his voice changed: "Sun Ping, you have kept me in Sanyuan temple for so many years, which is enough to repay the salvation of that day."
"although you are not destined to enter the sect, you are willing to stay with your elders for a long time and live with them." Taoist sun's tone was very firm, but his voice was trembling. The bloodstain on his chest was full of fishy smell, which obviously contained poison.
although Yi Yu is still weak, the chill in his body is fading away, and his heart is even more anxious, but he still dare not move lightly. With the strength of the old man, he is afraid that one finger can kill him.
"well, don't be so bossy. Wu laoguai, give it to you. I will give you two sons and grandchildren a way to live. Otherwise, you will die today." Although the old man in Huafu has a strong voice, he seems to be afraid of something. He doesn't go any further, he just looks at the cave cautiously.
"the best is only for the mind, which is afraid of the reason of the world. If you want this, take it." Suddenly, a strange noise came out of the cave, and then a black shadow flew out, like a wooden box with a long history.
the wooden box is black and shiny, but it is extremely heavy. With strong wind, it smashes into the old man in Huafu.
the old man in Huafu was a little shocked, but he was still cautious. Suddenly, he hit the empty palm.
even the rock can crack. What's more, it's just a wooden box. It's just a crackle, and the sawdust splashes. The box is suddenly split and scattered, revealing one of the painting volumes. The painting volume seems to be high, like Juan feijuan. Before it's opened, it reveals a sense of simplicity.
the old man in Chinese dress changed his palm to grasp with a happy look. He immediately grasped the picture in the palm of his hand. On one hand, he was careful, on the other hand, he opened the picture.
"how could it be..."
the scroll is opened, but it is blank. There is not even a word.
"no calligraphy!" Yi Yu also sweeps to a corner of the painting, and this strange idea comes out of his heart. It's the wordless Tianshu that the old man of Chinese costume looks for on the Seven Star peak.
"impossible!"
the old man in Huafu's face sank, his palm was wrong, and he made a sudden effort.
stab!
this volume of wordless heavenly script was torn by his hands and broke into two parts.
"Wu Laogui, you are bluffing me. What a treasure is the Tianji map? How can it be easily torn up?" The old man of Huafu roars. Although he has never seen the real face of Tianji map, he can be sure that the ancient gods, water and fire do not invade, swords are hard to hurt, and will never be torn in half by himself.
in the cave, the strange old man gave a slight EEE, which seemed a little unexpected, but then his tone changed: "Lu Changfeng, you are too violent. Even if you are given a map of heaven, you can't see the mystery."
"right? Since you are stubborn, don't blame me for being cruel. " In the eyes of the old man in Huafu, there was a fierce light, and he kicked out. He had kicked Sun Ping's body off the cliff and fell into the clouds.
there was no scream, but there was more than a hundred feet under the platform. No one could survive if he fell.
"Taoist sun......"
Yi Yu is shocked and angry. He remembers how much Taoist sun takes care of himself on weekdays. He can't help but feel sad. There is a constant rush of anger between his chest and abdomen, and even a sense of killing impulse. [