Listen to the tide under the lake.
Li Chungang's life had returned to peace.
He was awakened by the buzzing sound of a sharp sword. His long-dead sword heart had originally been taught to Wu Changqing the sword Immortal Kneel.
There was no regret, so I banned it.
He also made plans to die in Tingchao Pavilion.
But at this moment, the sound of swords in his ears, which was like an auditory hallucination, woke him up instantly.
Streams of mighty sword energy poured out of his body involuntarily.
The entire Tingchao Pavilion began to be turbulent.
Even the entire Northern Liang Palace felt the sudden burst of shocking sword intent.
Li Chungang was stunned for a long time.
He thought of a possibility.
Wan Jianli is the leader!
A peerless sword has been unsheathed? !
"Is it that boy Wu Changqing?"
"Or someone else."
"No...he is the only one who has inherited my swordsmanship."
"This kid wants to borrow a sword from me?"
Li Chungang suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, muttering words such as "Give it to you, give it to you, give it all to you" while laughing.
The sword intent emanating from him instantly gathered into a sharp blade that reached the sky, and instantly disappeared into the clouds.
Heading towards Wudang Mountain.
…
Deng Tai'a, who was almost reaching Guangling Waterway and was preparing to cross the river by boat.
The originally comfortable and extraordinary expression suddenly turned cold.
Immediately turned his head and looked in the direction of Wudang Mountain.
"What a good person who is better than the old. I didn't expect that in just one day, you could practice my sword intention to this extent."
"What if I lend you a sword?"
"But you have to pay me back in the future!"
Deng Tai'a gently threw the peach blossom branch in his hand into the void.
The peach blossom branches scattered in the wind, and suddenly there was an astonishing sword intent, rushing straight to the top of Wudang Mountain.
Liyang Jianghu at this moment.
The storm is rising.
The swordsmen who were not skilled enough to control themselves were just robbed of a touch of sword power by Wu Changqing for no reason.
As a result, the cultivation level has been reduced more or less.
But those who understood what happened and could keep their swords steady were all looking in the direction of Wudang Mountain.
There was fear and doubt in the hearts of these swordsmen.
I wonder which old swordsman monster is this, ready to ascend to heaven?
How could such a huge battle be created?
Such a shock is almost as powerful as when Li Chungang opened the heavenly gate with his sword on the green cliff.
Gathering the sword intent of so many swordsmen in the world.
No one can imagine what kind of shocking sword intent it will be condensed into.
They can only hope that in the future this swordsman will stand up on his own and give an answer to the swordsmen who were forced to borrow swords from him.
Beimang.
Qi Jian Yue Mansion is among the five major sects in Beimang.
The master of the Jian Mansion is an ordinary middle-aged man, with neither the demeanor of a super-worldly knight nor any outstanding appearance.
It looks like nothing special.
But this man is the strongest swordsman in Beimang.
At this moment, Wu Changqing is making noise in kendo in Wudang Mountain.
Even Huang Qing, the master of the Jian Mansion who was far away in Beimang, sensed Jian Qi.
"Deng Tai Ayan said that I don't have a sword in Beimang."
"Oh, I haven't even gone to him to discuss this matter."
"What? Are you Liyang so impatient to step on Beimang in the way of swordsmanship?"
Buzz!
A sword cry as clear and clear as the phoenix's cry in the sky came from the Ding Feng Bo on Huang Qing's waist.
Wu Changqing couldn't help but crush the sword force that Wu Changqing wanted to borrow from him.
He also returned the sword to Wu Changqing.
Then Huang Qing stood up straight away.
He just left the Qijian Yue Mansion without making a sound.
Destination... Liyang, Wudang Mountain!
…
Wan Jian returns to his clan.
What should be said is what is happening on Wudang Mountain at this moment.
Countless sword intents, like bright brilliance under the sunlight, flocked to the fourteenth peak where the Wudang Sutra Pavilion was located.
Thousands of sword intentions were borrowed by Wu Changqing either forcibly or voluntarily.
All rushed into Wu Changqing's sea of consciousness.
When every sword intention is integrated into his natural sword embryo.
It was like a hammer that struck the fairy sword in its embryonic stage, making the sword body of the natural sword embryo even more dazzling.
Like heavenly beings.
at the same time.
Faces kept appearing in Wu Changqing's mind.
These people are all people who were borrowed swords from Wu Changqing.
Li Chungang, Deng Tai'a, the woman in white, the crazy monk, the old man from Emperor Wu City, the old man with missing front teeth in the stable of Qingliang Mountain, and senior brother Wang Ping who was watching this scene with a shocked face on the main peak.
And the iron horse running towards here.
There are also faces that Wu Changqing has never seen before.
Wu Changqing's fairy sword.
It is an invincible fairy sword that combines thousands of swords in the world!
Buzz!
Wait until no more sword intent flows into his body.
The natural sword embryo located in his sea of consciousness completely began to bloom with its own luster.
In the dazzling light curtain.
It shattered into cracks.
It's like turning a cocoon into a butterfly.
Above Mount Everest in Wudang Mountain.
A group of Wudang elders were meditating in the back mountain and constantly comprehending what Wu Changqing had brought to them in the hearts of the Dahuang Court Intermediate Level.
They all stood up and looked at the Fourteenth Peak.
"Junior brother, what kind of sword is this?"
"What's the point?"
The elder of the Punishment Hall murmured in excitement and shock.
"Since my junior brother cultivates the immortal way, then this is an immortal sword."
Wang Zhonglou looked at this scene that was enough to be recorded in the history of Wudang.
My heart goes back and forth a thousand times.
Youyou sighed.
He couldn't help but look to the side, Wang Xiaoping, who was also looking sideways. Previously, there was Wudang's No. 1 Sword, but from now on, the title may change.
At this moment, Wang Xiaoping was carrying a mahogany sword.
As he looked at the Fourteenth Peak, it was as if the thousands of swords falling like meteors had been locked in his eyes.
It benefited him a lot.
He seemed to have noticed Wang Zhonglou’s gaze.
Wang Xiaoping immediately turned to his senior brother and shook his head with a smile.
It means saying.
"I'm fine."
"Congratulations, junior brother."
Wang Zhonglou nodded with confidence.
Outside the Zhenwu Dao Temple, don’t look at the magnificent scene of Hong Xixiang on the fourteen peaks.
It's like the soul is wandering in the sky.
Sitting blankly on the threshold of the Taoist temple.
The unsheathed sword hanging on the eaves of the Zhenwu Hall, which is said to be Lu Zu's sword, was also humming continuously at this moment.
"I am Lu Dongxuan from eight hundred years ago, and I am also Qi Xuanzhen from Longhu Mountain..."
"Congratulations to my junior brother for achieving the Immortal Sword."
Hong Xixiang's eyes were dull, but his mouth was full of words.
That was when he just finished speaking.
On the fourteenth peak, a burst of bright sword light suddenly erupted.
The sword light directly hit the clouds.
The rolling clouds and waves made a muffled sound, not like a sign of the coming rainy weather.
The next second.
The clouds covering the sky suddenly retreated to both sides like a tide.
The skyline stretches as far as the eye can see.
Behind that line of sky, a picture of the Heavenly Palace and the Immortals unfolded.
A magnificent view of the Heavenly Palace!
It’s Tianmen!
