Waiting until night, Wang Wuxie, who was meditating in Chunyang Hall, stood up and walked out, his steps extremely brisk.
But he came back soon, adjusted his appearance in front of the bronze mirror, looked at the handsome and elegant image in the mirror, nodded with satisfaction, and then strode out.
During the day, Bai Yujing's disciples sent a message, and Yan Xuehen told him in the letter that they would meet somewhere at midnight tonight.
At that time, he vaguely replied to the disciple that he would not disappoint Guanzhu Yan. The main reason was that he did not want people to know about the private meeting between the two at night, otherwise it would easily affect Yan Xuehen's reputation if it spread outside.
Although I was surprised that Yan Xueghen's temperament would lead to such an invitation, it was a letter sent by Bai Yujing's disciple, and it was also written by Yan Xueghen himself. It could not be fake. Maybe it was because Yan Xueghen was alone in these years. I felt lonely. When I came to Zishan to meet again this time, I thought that among the suitors around me, I was the most compatible, so I asked him out...
As he thought about it, Wang Wuxie's mood suddenly improved, and the corners of his mouth could not help but turn up.
All the way to a remote pavilion in the back mountain of Guanxin Peak, Wang Wuxie thought to himself that Xuehen had put in a lot of effort. Even the disciples of the Zhengyang Sect didn't know much about such a remote and quiet place.
But this is in line with her cold temperament. She definitely doesn't want others to see her date.
From a distance, he saw a white figure sitting on the edge of the pavilion. Although there was only a back figure, the faint moonlight was enough to outline her graceful figure.
Although Wang Wuxie has boasted that he is good at nourishing qi in recent years, at this time, it seems that he has returned to the nervousness of his youth.
Why did she invite me here in the middle of the night? Is she discussing Peng Wuyan's disappearance, or is she talking to each other privately?
If it's the former, there's no need to be so secretive, but if it's the latter...
Thinking that what he had been dreaming about for many years would probably come true today, he felt like every cell in his body was cheering.
"Xue Hen, I'm here." Wang Wuxie adjusted her clothes again, then walked over and called softly.
He didn't dare to speak louder for fear of being heard by others and offending the beauty.
As a result, the other party did not respond.
Wang Wuxie was stunned, thinking that her voice was too soft just now.
So he raised his voice slightly, but the other party remained indifferent, with only his skirt fluttering gently in the night wind.
"Did she fall asleep?" Wang Wuxie thought, or maybe she had been waiting here for too long, so she was a little angry and didn't want to pay attention to me.
Hey, I should have come here earlier. I really shouldn't have asked Xue Hen to wait for me in a place like this for such a thing.
With this thought in his mind, he apologized to the other party and walked over.
As a result, the other party still didn't respond, and he had some doubts in his heart: "Xue Hen?"
Instinctively he reached for her shoulder, worried that something had happened to her.
As a result, his expression suddenly changed, and his whole person moved back instantly.
But it was still half a minute too late, and the white silhouette suddenly exploded, causing some burn marks on his hands.
This was not the end, but the white mist that emitted at that moment. He accidentally took two puffs and immediately felt dizzy.
Oops, poisoned!
At this moment, a brilliant sword light suddenly lit up from the side.
If Lou Wucheng were here, he would definitely feel inferior to what kind of sword technique he used before, which was a complete insult to the word sword.
In the night sky, a moon-white palace suddenly appeared there. Different from the vague palace created by Lou Wucheng at the beginning, every brick, every tile in this palace, and even the exquisite patterns on it, were clearly visible.
The whole body exudes a kind of immortal coldness and coercion, as if it is taking you to heaven, making you unable to refuse.
This is the real sword of longevity!
Legend has it that the enemies who died under this sword still had a peaceful smile on their faces after death, as if they were happy to see the immortal steps, or the satisfaction of being granted immortality.
Wang Wuxie felt an inexplicable feeling coming over him. The path of cultivating immortality that he had been pursuing for many years seemed to have seen the light of day. As long as he stretched out his hand and hugged the other person, there was a high probability that he would realize the chance of becoming an immortal.
However, as the first person in the nine sects of Taoism, he was not an ordinary person after all. He immediately woke up. This is Li Changsheng's way. If I, Wang Wuxie, want to become an immortal, I must follow my own way. How can I rely on other people's ways to become an immortal?
His whole body suddenly became filled with purple energy, and the shadow of a purple mountain faintly appeared around him, colliding with the Immortal Palace pressing down in the sky.
With a loud bang, the nearby pavilion was instantly turned into powder, and all the flowers, plants and trees were broken at the waist.
Wang Wuxie used the power of the counterattack to fly out quickly. Although he was not afraid of Li Changsheng, today's incident was completely a conspiracy, and Li Changsheng was definitely not the only one who came.
Sure enough, when he was flying back, two golden lights suddenly appeared next to him, trailing flames and hitting them like meteors. They contained extremely terrifying power, as if they could blow away the mountains.
"Lihentian's double diamond bracelets!"
Wang Wuxie's heart trembled, Guan Chouhai also came.
His expression was solemn, his sleeves grew when the wind blew, and suddenly became as huge as a chess flag. A mysterious and mysterious soft force directly knocked back the double diamond bracelets.
At this time, a figure came from behind, stretched his hands forward, put the double bracelets on his hands again, and then attacked him again.
Among the nine sects of the Taoist sect, Guan Chouhai, who was born in the earth element, had the most powerful fists, and even Wang Wuxie would not dare to take it hard.
He stepped on the seven stars and took extremely mysterious steps to narrowly avoid the opponent's frontal bombardment from the side.
Then the purple energy in his palm surged, and suddenly it split into two parts, one black and one white, forming a Tai Chi yin and yang fish and blasted directly towards Guan Chou Hai's waist.
There was an air of annihilation surrounding the Yin-Yang fish, and it was obvious that he had already made a killing move.
Although Wang Wuxie usually cultivates his moral character, he is by no means a pedantic person. In this case, he will naturally not hold back at all.
Guan Chouhai was also shocked, but the opponent's movements were so weird that he couldn't react at all and was directly slapped on him.
However, he did not die suddenly on the spot. Instead, he stepped on the ground. After a strange tremor in his body, a similar Tai Chi Yin Yang fish suddenly bounced towards Wang Wuxie.
"The stars are changing!" Wang Wuxie was shocked. He didn't expect that the opponent had developed this legendary earth skill over the years. He could use the thickness of the earth to deflect the enemy's attacks and rebound them.
He did not dare to waste time defending, but instead fought to get injured and seize the opportunity to fly in the other direction. As long as he escaped from this trap, as the leader of the Zhengyang Sect, this was his territory and he was fully capable of counterattack.
As a result, not far after rushing out, several sword lights suddenly shot out from the front, forming a tight sword array, as if they were going to mince everything.
Wang Wuxin looked solemn, and without dodging, he stretched his palm forward.
A palm transformed by dense purple energy passed directly through the sword array and grabbed the man behind the sword.
That person didn't expect Wang Wuxie's move to be so magical. He saw the palm clasping his neck. Almost at the same moment, a flash of lightning flashed. He had disappeared from where he was, and reappeared dozens of feet away. On the tree, she looked at him with lingering fear.
"Thunder Flash Technique? Xuan Bajing, I didn't expect you to come here secretly." Wang Wuxie stared at the man on the tree, and his heart sank to the bottom.
Xuan Bajing is the sect master of Kunlun Xu. This time Kunlun Xu was led by Elder Xuandu. Unexpectedly, he quietly went up the mountain to ambush here.
At this time, all the eight swords flying in the air flew back behind Xuan Bajing and were inserted into the sword box, like a peacock spreading its tail.
"As expected of Wang Wuxie, he was only slightly injured in the sneak attack by the three of us just now, and he almost hurt us." Xuan Bajing was filled with emotion.
Wang Wuxie, however, couldn't be happy. Although he had dealt with it well just now, he had finally lost the chance to escape. Now Li Changsheng and Guan Chouhai had approached, vaguely surrounding him in the middle.
He couldn't help but glare at Li Changsheng: "It is said that the Sword of Eternal Life is the swordsmanship closest to immortality in the world. It should be extremely noble, but I didn't expect that you would use such despicable methods. It is just like the name of the Sword of Eternal Life!"
He still doesn't understand that all of this is a game, and who else but Li Changsheng can send Bai Yujing's disciples to get Yan Xuehen's autographed letter to trick him into joining the game.
