Chapter 023: The Man Leaves the Sword to Return to the Mountain

The Taoist watched the sword from the other side of the river and sighed in amazement, Wang Xiaoping’s sword intent and sword qi of this sword were enough to be called the peak of the current generation of swordsmen, and could no longer simply be called a talismanic sword or a sword move.

Generations of swordsmen can be in the martial arts peaks and valleys, there is a very important reason, the sword master, Xingzhi, often can ignore the realm, the second grade of the small master may be a sword up to the finger Xuan, finger Xuan swordsmen can also be a sword into the heavenly image, and even break the bottleneck, and directly among the level of the land immortals.

That form of God full of green dragon, up to 100 feet long, suspended in the side, such as Wang Xiaoping shoulders a sword.

With this big Xuan Tong Wudang Mountain Taoist dug out a section of the river, those tilted boats on the river along with the subsequent river water together with the influx of the Guangling waterway, just in time to see this thrilling scene, one heart and soul shaking, about Wang Xiaoping’s intention is very neutral and calm, all the viewers surprised but not afraid. With the surging river water filling up the waterway again, ferry passengers can take the opportunity to glance at the immortal style, some originally rushed to the upper reaches of the ferry passengers also have to take out silver, and desperately asked the boat owner to turn the bow, with the water and down. The reason why they are not afraid of being affected by the fish in the pond, is to find that the tip of the sword began to shift, moved to the shore, and originally stood on the river hemp-clothed old man, also swept across the shore, together with the change of the battlefield.

Wang Xianzhi’s toes only touched the ground, the green sword has already come straight, a man and a sword spacing less than three feet.

Wang Xianzhi changed from pointing his toes on the ground to stepping on the ground, and the tip of his other foot was pointed on the ground one step back, without any avoidance, he blasted out with a straight fist.

The huge green sword violently “stopped” a foot away, exploding into a brilliant splash, and then reduced to a puff of mist, disappearing.

The water curtain created by the collision between the fist and the sword seemed to have no end.

This 100 feet water sword was badly broken, shortening at a speed that was visible to the naked eye of the river ferryman, and soon consumed 10 feet of the sword.

Wang Xianzhi’s figure is always still, but as if patience is worn out, soon unwilling to stand and take a beating, back foot step out as a front foot, left hand swung a fist, a punch of unparalleled power, not only smashed the front and back of the new “sword tip”, but also smashed a whole green sword sword body shaking, shaking non-stop.

Countless hidden in the big water green sword in the slender refutation sword gas, began to shoot out in all directions, spectacular.

After roughly has been ferry guest guessed the identity of the city of martial arts emperor of the old man a step a fist, not retreating instead of advancing, the ninety zhang long sword to eighty zhang, seventy zhang, until the half sword fifty zhang, wang xianzhi only slightly put away the attack, as martial arts practice, against the current boat does not advance or retreat, he closed his hand, the original hindered by the sword seems to be waiting for this moment, its momentum, not only much better than the party a little bit, it is simply like a difference in the foot! It was like a whole layer of realm difference. Wang Xianzhi slid backward a distance, gently jumped up, a palm shot down, shot in the huge sword tip above, the tip of the sword is forced down, the green sword drilled into the ground, tearing the arch over a groove, the huge sword in the ground around an arc, drilling out of the ground, the arc continues, the sword body ultimately formed a large circle, the sword tail not far from the feet of the Wang Xianzhi, the sword tip from the top of the drop down, once again pointing at the Wang Xianzhi has turned around.

In the Longhu Mountain cultivation hidden lonely Taoist hearts sighed with emotion, eyes this sword style like kui like jade, the general outline is the outer circle like the sky, the inner square like the earth. Previously starting sword is the realm of the diamond, cut off the river as the sword is the finger Xuan, now sheathed half sword is considered to be the spirit of the heavenly image of the sword, within the circle, and there is sword gas, in fact, all three belong to the same sword, all in one go, even more rare is that this unfinished sword has not been signs of decadence, the intention of the gas is still rising. Even Wang Xianzhi was not able to switch between the finger Xuan Tianxiang node to block, Wang Xianzhi and people against the enemy, more than sixty years, almost never by virtue of a higher realm to crush who has always preferred the same realm of killing, and make sure that the opponent exhausted moves and spirit, even if he lost to him, but also the heart has no regrets, and therefore before the convergence of boxing, is informed in advance of Wang Xiaoping this sword of the moment of the ascending realm of the wonderful. At this moment in the face of the form of Yi abundant “round Bik a sword”, Wang Xianzhi lowered his hands up, along the trend of “lifting” up the purple and green two different colors of the astral energy, respectively, as a sword for the sword.

The Taoist laughed softly and said, “It is not common to see Wang Xianzhi picking up a weapon to face the enemy.”

Suddenly holding his sword, the already robust Wang Xianzhi’s aura was even higher, just like a descending celestial god.

But Wang Xianzhi didn’t hand out any complicated and skillful moves, just a horizontal sword and a vertical sword, the horizontal sword cut the jade jade, and the vertical sword chopped Qing Shui.

A piece of valuable jade jade is like to be ruthlessly smashed down on the cold hard ground, the scene is dazzling to the extreme.

Situation change fast, even in the Longhu Mountain knot thatched cultivation of the Taoist also eyes for a blur, wait for him to gaze again, already saw that fifty feet long green half sword broken. Taoist thought Wang Xiaoping Tianxiang half sword has been the ultimate, but soon realized that underestimated this downhill for many years Wudang sword crazy, Wudang when Xing, Xing in a mountain shoulder to carry two ways, the way of heaven and the way of martial arts, the last generation of the palm of Hong Washiang almost to do a bear’s paw fish fins both, only he went down the mountain down in too much of a hurry, their own military to leave the world more hastily, so Wang Xiaoping least of all to carry up a sword. Taoist so many years borrowed the Taoist ancestor Longhu Mountain, has always felt that the Wudang Mountain is too heavy, cultivation of the hard work of the people to find the immortal gas is inevitably far inferior to the perennial immortal mist of the Tianshifu, and Wang Xiaoping this last half of the sword, so that the old Taoist slightly changed his view.

Wudang has eighty-one peaks towards the big top.

Wang Xianzhi surrounded by eighty-one swords of different lengths and thicknesses, with the tips of the swords pointing to the sky at the same time, the tips of the swords are either straight or slightly tilted, and none of them fit the eighty-one peaks of the mountain. Spiritual rhinoceros sword and the lofty mountain situation all match, so quiet distant Taoist can easily recognize the eighty-one swords each symbolizes the name of the peak.

Wang Xianzhi gently smiled, sitting high on the Demon Beheading Platform Qi Xuanzheng or not, riding a crane down the Jiangnan Hong Zaixiang or not, at the beginning were not with him Wang Xianzhi “general knowledge”, but he had to be regretted, he once had a style, research for many years, at the beginning was intended to target Qi Xuanzheng, and then Qi Xuanzheng was said to be the feathered immortal, and then after it was not easy to appear another! Wudang descendant of Sword Town Longhu Mountain, Wang Xianzhi picked up that stance again and continued to silently check and fill in the gaps, only to be disappointed once again, and in the end never had the chance to make a move. Since Wang Xiaoping did not let himself down, Wang Xianzhi no longer deliberately converge to hide, knees slightly crouched, do that the king carrying the tripod posture, the force of the mountains and rivers. At the time when the 81 swords swept over the big top, a huge gorge wall that was far more spectacular than the boulder was also uprooted.

The earth shook as the waves and the mountains shook.

The world mistakenly thought that the ability to move mountains and seas was only a ridiculous legend in the novels of gods and monsters.

At this time the river boat ferry passengers saw with their own eyes, scared to death, many people are kneeling on the bow, do not dare to look at the flying mountain that covers the sky.

A mountain suppresses eighty-one peaks.

Especially unimaginable fact is Wang Xianzhi himself, is also in the flying mountain suppression category and so on.

Obviously, Wang Xianzhi is to use this to pressure Wang Xiaoping head, the old man to move the mountain, if you are even the mountain can not be broken, how to talk with Wang Xianzhi to distinguish a victory or defeat!

A cliff came down with a bang.

Dust filled the sky on this bank of the Guangling River, and the shock pierced the eardrums.

Wang Xiaoping dug out a section of the water of the river, to make a sword that is unique between heaven and earth, but that unknown wooden sword is where the roots are, the peach wood sword is a Taoist spirit weapon, Wang Xianzhi went so far as to use the mountain to town the sword, undoubtedly on the Wudang Mountain of the Lv Zu witnessed a great provocation.

Wang Xiaoping’s sword is a new sword, and Wang Xianzhi’s mountain is also a new mountain.

At the top of the new mountain, the white-haired old man, who is very old in terms of this jianghu, stood with his hands on his head, his hemp clothes untainted by dust.

That only half a move of the new sword did not go up in smoke, but broke through the mountain, eighty-one sword only one sword.

The water sword is only three feet, but the sword qi is ten feet long.

From the hundred feet of green water long sword remaining ten feet of sword qi.

Wang Xiaoping seems to have lost many battles, but in the cultivation of the old Taoist seems to be difficult, standing at the top of the mountain Wang Xianzhi won is not easy, thick linen double sleeves have been tattered and tattered, the previous knee bending to move the mountain, it should not be too much to care about the details, the majestic qi out of the diarrhea due to the two knees of the thick linen is also from the meticulous weaving into a slightly loose.

Taoist looked toward the mountain outside that a sword body narrow short gas but long flying sword, eyes in some scorn.

A retaliation for a retaliation.

Worthy of being the most persistent nature of the Wudang Mountain sword obsessive, you Wang Xianzhi to fly mountain town sword, I Wang Xiaoping will take your head with flying sword.

Walk a hundred miles half ninety, the last ten miles is the most difficult, mountaineering is especially so.

To completely break Wang Xiaoping to go to this complete sword, is to climb the mountain, the more line the more difficult.

The sword is so.

That out of the sword people?

Is the idea of the last trip back to the mountain to see the old man right?

Taoist has a few sighs, this is the last realization of Wang Xiaoping lifelong pursuit of the sword heart?

Longhu Mountain, successive generations of ascended masters, the last three hundred years, far more powerful than Wudang, but it seems that there has never been such a sword ah.

The old Taoist could not help but have his eyes tremble.

Out of the sword!

Wang Xianzhi shouted angrily and crashed head on, guessing a big pit in one step at the top of the shaky flying mountain, stomping this mountain down a few feet with each step, breaking through the sword qi, and pushing on top of the tip of the sword with a palm.

People can die, but the sword can be destroyed.

Seven foot man three foot sword, man and sword, there is still a gas.

Can not retreat!

Sword qi sword intent sword blade, all are destroyed inch by inch.

Wang Xianzhi’s steps also became extremely slow, his tall body and palm could only advance forward inch by inch.

A hole was broken out of his palm.

When the number one person in the world finally broke the three-foot sword with a world-beating stance and strong destruction, not only was his palm bloody, but there was also a trace of sword qi that stabbed out a scarlet blood flower on his chest.

The sword qi dissipated behind Wang Xianzhi.

A sword had already penetrated Wang Xianzhi.

The old Taoist who shared the same surname as the Zhao Family’s Heavenly Son sighed heavily, Wang Xiaoping had a sword in his life, so he could be considered to have lived up to this life without a sword.

The Taoist suddenly opened his eyes, a huge shock in his heart, and looked at the spot on the shore.

Wang Xiaoping has long been dead?

Almost no one noticed that at the time of the flying mountain town sword, there was a flash of light in the sky early.

It seemed to be returning to the mountain on behalf of someone.

At that time, the middle-aged Taoist with the highest seniority in Wudang was sitting on his knees, looking at the river, his face was withered, but his expression was smiling and peaceful, his warm smile, which had never been shown in those years on the mountain, “Junior brother, can’t wait for you to go home.”

Wang Xiaoping closed his eyes, not even going to see his last sword.

Therefore, that sword, is the Wang Xiaoping who has regrets but no shame in his heart, his death sword.