The shadow of the butterfly is like a dream, and the moonlight is like water and sky.
The delicate flying sword that seemed to be used only by children was ordinary at first. It was just a sword-wielding skill rather than a sword blade.
But when the young man on the mountain road shouted "Dream Butterfly Enters Spring and Autumn".
The delicate flying sword is just like the brilliant thunder that causes thousands of colorful butterflies to rush towards it.
The rays of light and strange scenery arrive in an instant.
Wu Changqing looked stern.
The spiritual energy around him suddenly surged, and he made a move with his hand.
He stretched out his hand to pull the flying sword that was so close to his face.
The hand drives the sword finger, and the sword finger points to the tip of the sword.
At that moment, the infinite spiritual energy completely enveloped the flying sword, making it unstoppable.
Wu Changqing took advantage of the situation, pulling the flying sword with the spiritual energy on his two fingers, and directly performed the task of lifting a thousand catties by four or two.
After circling around, his sword was pointed at the mountain road again, and the flying sword returned the opponent's sword without losing momentum.
This means that Wu Changqing is a cultivator of immortality, and the spiritual energy in his body is the energy of heaven and earth, which is consistent with all things.
If it were an ordinary martial artist, no matter how strong his internal strength was, once he collided with the sword gang above the flying sword, the two would definitely collide and the energy would explode.
It is difficult to achieve Wu Changqing's Tai Chi trick.
Wushuang threw his sword and walked to the top of the mountain confidently.
But what faced him was not the previous scene of the hateful boy being beaten to pieces by his flying sword.
Instead, the flying sword went and came back, pointing directly at the center of his eyebrows.
Wushuang's pupils shrank suddenly, and before he could jump to curse, he immediately leaned to avoid this dangerous sword.
Then with a snap of his fingers, the energy in his body reconnected with the flying sword and took control of the flying sword.
Then he stood up straight and glared at Wu Changqing.
"What is your cultivation level?"
"You can even break my sword control skills and use my moves to deal with me."
"What a murderer."
Wushuang finally faced the young man in front of him who was younger than him but made him feel pressured.
The arrogant look completely disappeared from his face, replaced by solemnity.
"Cultivation? I don't know either."
"But if I beat you to tears, I will probably know my own worth."
Wu Changqing chuckled, looking slightly excited.
After practicing Taoism for five years, I finally entered Taoism.
Today is the perfect time to use the young man in front of you with good cultivation as your own whetstone.
Witness your achievements in the past five years.
"Beili Wushuang City Wushuang! He is good at using the Wushuang Sword Box, and he has seven swords!"
Hearing Wu Changqing's provocative words, Wu Shuang was rare and did not immediately become angry.
Instead, he hugged his hands and announced his name to Wu Changqing.
This also means that he has truly regarded Wu Changqing as his opponent.
"It turns out that Wushuang... can only wield seven swords."
"Wu Changqing from Wudang Mountain knows some boxing and kicking skills."
Wu Changqing was suddenly enlightened, and responded softly to Wushuang without losing his grace.
The peaceful atmosphere was completely broken the moment Wu Changqing finished speaking.
Wu Changqing has already recognized Wu Changqing as his opponent.
There is no longer any arrogance and prejudice, and the strike is a thunderous sword.
Still that delicate "butterfly".
Only this time, with his full sword control, Butterfly's sword power was truly displayed.
The sword itself has a strong and domineering aura, but the sword intention it exerts is as soft as water.
The combination of the two combines hardness and softness, and can be used both offensively and defensively.
Obviously it is no longer a sword that Wu Changqing can deal with at will.
Wu Changqing was curious in his heart. Just like before, he pointed out the sword, but he was still ten feet away from the flying sword.
But he suddenly retracted his palm, shook his head slightly, and immediately closed his fingers into a fist.
The peak of the fist was so sharp that it smashed horizontally onto the body of the flying sword.
The instant collision between Jian Gang and Wu Changqing's spiritual energy caused most of the bluestone slab under Wu Changqing's feet to instantly crack, forming a shallow pit with a diameter of more than half a foot.
Both are gathered in one place.
Wushuang directly crossed his arms over his chest, his expression extremely fierce.
Even without the palm as a medium to guide the flow of Qi, the sword can be wielded.
The flying sword named "Butterfly" still flew freely in the air and began to fight with Wu Changqing.
This also allowed Wu Changqing to personally experience the tyranny of this sword-controlling technique.
This sword is like an opponent. The main owner only needs to take care of the overall situation from behind and control the flying sword.
Enemies will be busy.
And Wushuang also said that he can wield seven swords, and this is just one sword.
After all, the key is to deal with the real owner first.
But he wasn't in a hurry.
Now that they all recognize that the other party is their whetstone, they can test what they have learned as much as possible.
Think of this.
Wu Changqing's eyes suddenly gathered golden light, and a piece of Zhang Yuanhan's talisman for the earth element flew out of his sleeves.
After being activated by Wu Changqing's spiritual energy in one breath.
Dust and gravel flew from the ground, and instantly condensed into a foot-long spear in front of him.
Another punch knocked the butterfly away, and Wu Changqing immediately held a gun in one hand.
The momentum more than doubled in an instant.
Dragging the gun with one hand, the tip of the gun left a long mark on the bottom of the broken bluestone.
Back then, Wu Changqing dragged his gun less than a foot away from Wu Shuang, who was holding his arms around him.
The butterfly attacked again, and at the same time, the Wushuang sword box on Wushuang had opened a gap at some point.
Wu Changqing suddenly lifted it up, and the gun he was dragging was rounded, and he swung it towards the incoming butterfly with an effortless horizontal blow.
Wu Changqing who uses spear skills and Wu Changqing who uses bare hands are completely different people.
The seemingly crudely made stone gun hit the butterfly and instantly shattered the flying sword's sword. The butterfly flew directly upside down for more than ten feet like a kite with its string broken, and was randomly inserted into the forest.
Wushuang looked shocked.
His hands quickly returned to the Wushuang Sword Box and he wielded two swords.
Breaking the tribulation and killing.
As soon as the two swords were drawn out, there seemed to be waves of dragon roars resounding across the mountain top, and fierce tigers hunting in the sky.
Wu Changqing responded to all changes by remaining unchanged, still using the same crude move of swinging and smashing in anger.
The two swords were like the scholar's sword. Even though the sword moves were gorgeous and extraordinary, they still failed in vain against Wu Changqing's vulgar spear moves.
He was hit by a spear again and sent flying.
Wushuang was shocked in his heart, but it was too late to wield the sword again. He looked at the tip of the gun so close at hand, and quickly used the Wushuang sword box as a shield to block it again.
But the result was the same as last time.
He was directly shot out of the mountain by Wu Changqing's spear, and when Wu Changqing's spear pointed, a long ravine appeared on the ground that extended to the mountain road.
Wu Shuang was knocked away by the spear, but the spiritual energy from Wu Changqing's spear tip penetrated his body directly.
The qi and blood in the body are surging.
On the way to flying upside down, a mouthful of blood spilled into the sky.
Wu Changqing, on the other hand, was unreasonable and would force Wushuang to use stronger or even direct trump cards.
He immediately picked up the gun and ran forward again, chasing the direction in which Wushuang flew backwards.
Just after the two of them fought one after another until they left the top of the mountain.
Under a black robe, a figure with gray hair on the temples quietly appeared outside the Sutra Pavilion.
The man in black robe also held an old man in his hand.
When Zhao Min saw the scarred old man being carried, his pupils shrank and he was filled with fear.
