The man in black robe fought with Wu Shuang for a whole hour.
Even though they are fighting against each other, it is still difficult to tell the winner.
"Sure enough, after entering the country, we cannot judge it with the eyes of the past. There are many borders and many barriers. There has never been a precedent for crossing the border to win. Now it seems that it is indeed not a fallacy." Wu Shuang spoke, but the Wu hook in his hand was not messy at all, and he waved his sword. .
"That's natural. What are the benefits of this realm? When you go deep into this realm one day, you will naturally understand the beauty of it." The man in black robe also whispered. Compared to Wu Shuang, who was covered in blood, his demeanor was much stronger. Out too much. "If I hadn't noticed what was wrong, you should have been able to get involved in this situation. If you had listened to a word of advice back then, you probably wouldn't have ended up in this situation today."
The man in black robe wanted to say something else, but as he was about to speak, Wu Shuang pushed back, "Ten years are enough to turn a naughty boy into a master Lan Yu. I can't think of your nosy temperament." There is still no change. You and I are not going to deal with each other. It is useless to talk more. Just use all the wonderful features of this realm, so that I, Wu Shuang, can see if my two swords can survive a battle. "
Wu Shuang also had a hard time holding on. Although he had faintly touched a corner of that realm and benefited a lot, the cicada poison had already penetrated his whole body along with the wound and was suppressed by him for most of an hour. Now it has almost spread to the whole body. situation.
"That's fine. If you weren't so arrogant, you, Wu Shuang, would no longer be Wu Shuang." As if he thought of something, the man in black robes spoke with emotion, and then shook the flute in his palm without any hint of shock. People's momentum. And in this blink of an eye, all the poisonous insects except the Alluring Cicada dispersed, and within ten seconds, a large area was already empty in the air.
"Only when you have cultivated to this level do you know what the ultimate level is. Although I have been studying the art of cultivating gu for more than ten years, no one in Nanli can surpass me, but no matter what, it is always the body. Foreign object." The man in black robe sighed, holding the flute to the side of his lips.
The flute plays.
Wu Shuang couldn't help but be startled.
The sound of the flute is melodious and far-reaching. It is very different from the flute sounds played by this Nanli Poison Lord in the past, and is full of charm.
However, Wu Shuang's sword energy, which had not been dissipated after swiping at Xiongguan, suddenly stagnated for no reason. Unable to resist it, he was slowly pushed away a few feet by an invisible burst of force.
Wu Shuang, a great swordsman who is called the Sword Immortal by monks all over the world, is so sharp with his sword aura and sword intention? In the outside world, it would be enough to overturn the appearance of mountains and seas, and cut off the flow of giant rivers, but it was just an unknown flute tune, and it actually forced the vast sword energy to retreat continuously. Countless colorless branches seemed to be pulled out from the void, standing in front of the sword energy.
Wu Shuang, who was covered in blood, grinned, and his smile grew stronger.
The moves were good, and the realm was so far away that he couldn't understand the details. But before he got the title of Sword Immortal, he was a swordsman. Perhaps the move of the Black-robed Poison Lord indeed contains countless mysteries, and it even means using a high level to defeat a low level.
But this should never be used to stop someone.
In the hands of a swordsman, a sword naturally accompanies him.
The sword is the sword of a hundred soldiers.
If a gentleman does not avoid it and does not fall into the blue clouds, how can he be trapped in a cage?
There is a rope stretching across the sky and the earth. Isn't it just what I want?
Wu Shuang murmured, "You are not blessed. I came out to greet you before but was not close by. This time I have to miss another move."
The black-robed Poison Master saw the sword immortal on the opposite side moving forward with his sword until he reached the top of the majestic pass built by the sword energy and jumped down gently.
The majestic pass is made of sword energy, and its towering shape can only be seen from the outline. But Wu Shuang did not suffer any damage, he just stepped lightly on the top of Xiongguan and sat cross-legged at the head of the city.
Wu Gou Qingshuang's two swords circled around him, the swords kept ringing, and they chased each other, as if they were happily meeting each other.
Sitting at the top of the city was a blood-robed swordsman.
The swordsman raised his head slightly, looked at the two long swords flying in the air, and showed a kind smile like an old man in the field.
The days passed by like a flash. That day, he was injured by Wujuejian, which destroyed all his meridians. His hair was unkempt, his face was stained with blood, and he was several times more embarrassed than he is today. He had no choice but to walk far away to Shiwan Mountain. Encountering a remote town on the road, he just stayed there, leaning on the silver in his hand and handing out bowls of tea.
Later, he opened a teahouse and often hired several storytellers to tell stories about the biography he wrote when he was young. The business is getting more and more prosperous, but the green frost has been thrown in the backyard without anyone paying attention.
After being dormant for ten years, he used to be addicted to swords, but he had never been able to take advantage of the sword.
"Old poisonous creature, be careful and take a look at these two swords."
The two swords were hung one inch in front of Wu Shuang's door, straight up and down, without any deviation, just like Wu Shuang's straight waist, like two hundred and seven bones.
The latter narrowed his eyes and wrinkled his face with a smile.
In sight, everything was divided into two by the sword blade, neat and tidy.
In an instant, Wu Gou came out. The sword energy in Xiongguan fell apart, and the stream of light passed like a wild horse, directly following Wu Gou. It was said that it penetrated the clouds and split the ground, but it was indescribable. Thousands of swords were shining brightly, all stacked on Wu Hook, and the entire Nangong Mountain sea of clouds turned upside down.
Only then did Nanli Poison Master realize that Wu Shuang was not just speaking arrogantly, but was really telling him to be careful.
The sound of the flute stopped, and a huge rope in the void quietly broke into two pieces, cutting open the left rib of the black-robed Poison Lord. Then the sword Qingshuang followed and pointed directly at the vital point of his spiritual platform, which was inevitable.
Wu Shuang closed his eyes with satisfaction and fell towards the foot of the mountain, with no more energy left. Because the internal organs were already unable to withstand the cicada poison, and the two shocking swords were used again, the remaining energy in the body had already reached the point of exhaustion. The sword energy in the Xiong Pass was poured into the Wu Hook, and there was no place to stay, so he had to let it fall.
At this time, outside Nangong Mountain, someone came down with the power of heaven, pierced the chest of the blood-clothed sword immortal with a halberd, and nailed him firmly to the cliff.
The force was so great that it almost shattered the strong mountain cliff.
On a hill a hundred miles away, it seemed to be surrounded by a silk umbrella canopy. Among them was a charming woman, clapping her hands and smiling, looking as if she was in a daze.
"That's right, that's right. He should be exposed and hung on the top of his own mountain. It would be better to smash his mountain gate to pieces with a slap and kill all his disciples and grandsons. This can also comfort Qing'er's spirit in heaven."
Surrounded by her servants, the woman still seemed to be upset and wanted to see the tragic scene of Wu Shuang's death on the cliff before she could give up. The maids and servants on the left and right carefully stopped her, saying that the mountain was quite high and she must not make any mistakes that would damage the lady's body. However, the shrewish woman slapped her hard several times and did not dare to stop her.
The woman walked out of the umbrella cover of the tent and looked towards Nangong Mountain in the distance.
But what made her a little suspicious was that the immortal in black robes was stunned for a moment in mid-air, but then rushed straight down into the sea of clouds towards the person wielding the halberd.
