"Do I have countless swords?" Jin Wuming repeated softly. At this moment, he remembered the time when he transformed into Ajue and chopped wood every day in the Hongchen Inn.
From the hatchet to the axe, and finally to the 30-pound axe, Amu found a blacksmith to make it for him.
Thinking of this, Jin Wuming asked: "What have you been using to chop firewood for ten years in this world?"
Wang Yi laughed: "I'm dumber than you. I don't know how to use an axe. I've used seven hatchets in ten years."
"A hatchet..."
This time, Jin Wuming's brows furrowed even more tightly. Originally, Wang Yi had accepted the truth and just practiced the simplest weapon to the extreme.
He even regretted that he shouldn't have thought the ax was too light back then.
The Queen of Heaven on the high platform looked at Qin Xiangyu and laughed: "Junior sister, you actually let such a powerful swordsman chop firewood for you for ten years."
Qin Xiangyu curled his lips when he heard this, pointed at Jin Wuming and said, "That guy came first, and he has been chopping for ten years."
The honest monk behind him heard this and praised: "Even if I have been sweeping the land for ten years, it is still very impressive."
The Queen of Heaven looked at him and sighed, and replied quietly: "Let's watch this competition first. It's much more exciting than I imagined. It's a pity that my brother is gone."
Qin Xiangyu shook his head: "Li Xiuyuan is just a guy who has no interest."
"Why are you talking?" The Queen of Heaven glared at her: "Don't say bad things about him."
Liu Tianfeng looked at Wu Tu and said, "Wonderful!"
Ye Xiaoqian patted Xiaoguang's shoulder and asked, "Compared with yours, my Wang Yi, who is better?"
Xiaoguang shook his head, glanced at the master and his wife beside him, and replied quietly: "My sword is not used to compete with others in the ring."
Gao Yue'er looked at the two people on the high platform and praised softly: "Good disciple, you are ambitious."
Murong Shuyu was so angry that she was speechless for a long time, but when she thought of her son killing enemies in the snow, she couldn't help but sigh.
He thought to himself that his son had finally left his father far behind.
On the high platform, Jin Wuming flicked the sword with his fingers and said coldly: "Everyone below is watching, go ahead."
Wang Yi smiled: "Then come!"
After saying that, she hooked up with him, and Murong Shuyu in the audience was so angry that she just wanted to curse.
Stimulated by Wang Yi, Jin Wuming raised his long sword and slashed at Wang Yi with such force that the entire arena trembled with the force of his feet.
This is the Taoist method he has practiced in the past ten years, a perfect combination of strength and swordsmanship. This is the real Sword Thirteen of Lantian Villa.
Feeling the overwhelming power, Wang Yi couldn't make a move.
He also knew that even if he slashed with his sword at this time, it would be meaningless, because his iron sword was no match for the sword in Jin Wuming's hand.
At this moment, Wang Yi turned around and ran away, spinning in circles on the large ring.
"Crack!" There was a sound, but Jin Wuming couldn't hold back his momentum. He cut off a pillar of the arena with a sword, and the lantern hanging on it instantly fell down.
"Boom!" a sound sounded, and the Imperial Guards who were guarding the ring jumped aside in fright.
He shouted to Xiaoguang and others sitting at the front: "Stand back, the guy above doesn't know how to be gentler." "Don't run!" Jin Wuming didn't expect Wang Yi to retreat without a fight, and he was so angry. I chased after him!
The man was like a whirlwind and the sword was like lightning. Jin Wuming, who was chasing, also had no intention of stopping and continued to slash at Wang Yi's back with his sword!
"Dang, Dang, Dang!" Wang struck back, and the two swords collided in the air, making a loud noise!
However, under the direct confrontation between the two, a trace of blood seeped out from the corner of Wang Yi's lips, and Jin Wuming's body also took a few steps back.
He didn't expect that Wang Yi's strength was not much worse than his own.
"Come again!"
Wang Yiyou
Stretching his arms, he extended his sword forward,
He regarded Jin Wuming, who was holding a sword, as a piece of firewood!
A ray of sword energy spurted out from Wang Yi's long sword and headed towards Jin Wuming's sword, forcefully knocking back the swords that Jin Wuming had just slashed!
Why does this happen?
Jin Wuming was a little puzzled for a moment. In his opinion, his cultivation level and swordsmanship were much higher than Wang Yi's. Why did this guy use an ordinary iron sword to kill him?
How could Jin Wuming, who just took a few steps back, be weaker than Wang Yi's wood-cutting sword?
The night wind blew, and a ray of moonlight fell, shining on Jin Wuming's body and on his long sword.
He just heard him shout softly: "Chaosheng..."
The long sword held in the right hand formed a hand seal under the dim moonlight, like a Buddhist flower.
Under the dim moonlight, under the gaze of countless monks under the high platform, and among the stunned young ladies, a flower slowly bloomed in the moonlight.
The Queen of Heaven on the high platform frowned slightly because she didn't see clearly.
Seeing Qin Xiangyu sigh quietly, she was worried about Wang Yi because Wang Yi was drunk by Murong Shuyu and failed to keep the appointment in the snow mountain ten years ago.
Looking at Wutu, he couldn't help but admire that compared to the top of the snow-capped mountains ten years ago, Jin Wuming's move has improved a lot today.
Ye Xiaoqian also frowned slightly, he was worried about Wang Yi.
Only Xiaoguang was neither sad nor happy. He picked up a crystal pear from the table nearby and handed it to Gao Yue'er: "Master, eat the pear."
Some young ladies even clapped their hands and exclaimed, just because of Jin Wuming's move, life or death!
Only Murong Shuyu sighed, as if he expected something to happen?
She even wondered whether the current Wang Yi would use the move she used back then to defeat Jin Wuming's move.
There was a cold expression on Wang Yi's face, and he actually ignored Jin Wuming's flower blooming in the moonlight.
Instead, he held the iron sword in his hand and headed towards the flowers under the moonlight!
With a clear shout, the long sword in Wang Yi's hand turned into a stream of light that was fearless of life and death, and pierced the blooming flower in front of him!
At this time, Jin Wuming's long sword turned into a flower branch under the moonlight, and the flowers on the branch were slowly blooming. No, it should be said that the blooming flowers were speeding up.
Try to reveal every petal of yourself in this quiet, moonlight world shining with the light of the phoenix.
However, Wang Yi's long sword had already penetrated into the golden halo of the moon.
As the sword thrust out, his face suddenly turned pale, as if all his strength had been drained away in an instant.
Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, under the frown of the Queen of Heaven, and under the puzzled eyes of Murong Shuyu...
Under the moonlight, Wang Yi did not use the trick that Murong Shuyu taught him. Instead, with incomparable perseverance and courage, he inserted his long thorn into the blooming petals.
Jin Wuming exclaimed, he believed that it was absolutely impossible for Murong Shuyu to teach Wang Yi this trick.
So he just exclaimed at Wang Yi's determination, but the expression on his face did not change at all. The sword was still like a morning flower, and continued to bloom in the moonlight.
However, he forgot one thing and could never think of another.
The first is that since Wang Yi has been doing the same thing for ten years, he just holds a hatchet to chop wood, no matter whether it is dry wood or wet wood in front of him.
Whether it is hard miscellaneous wood or ordinary pine wood.
As long as he lands his sword, it will be split into two parts. This is the result he wants. Amu taught him back then, "Quick, accurate, and ruthless!"
The second is that when he met in front of the big lake of Hongfu Temple, he learned from Li Xiuyuan that he could think of himself as a mountain.
Treat the sword in your hand like a heavy mountain!
I am a mountain, how can the overlapping mountains bow their heads in front of a flower!
If you want to bloom in front of me, it depends on me
mind.
I have been enlightened for more than ten years
His sword was sublimated at this moment, as if a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, allowing him to see the mountain-like sword intent.
But the long sword in his hand stabbed out like a mountain. In the eyes of everyone, Wang Yi on the stage turned into a fool in an instant.
He actually held a long sword, like a knife for chopping wood, and chopped straight at the flowers blooming in the moon!
Just for a moment, Jin Wuming suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, as if he had been hit by a big mountain!
Even Gao Yue'er, who was under the high platform, frowned slightly.
He looked at Xiaoguang and asked, "Xiaoguang, did you teach him this sword intention?"
Xiaoguang shook his head and replied softly: "No, I'm still thinking about this swordsmanship. I still haven't figured it out yet. Who did you learn it from?"
At this moment, Wang Yi was no longer a meteor sword, but a mountain.
A mountain as tall as a snow-capped mountain fell down in an instant. The sword was so heavy that he couldn't control it.
At this moment, what he slashed out was not a sword.
It is a mountain. After ten years of wandering in the rivers and lakes, ten years of chopping firewood in the red dust inn, under Jin Wuming's sword of life and death, he finally realized the sword intention like a heavy mountain.
Back then in the teahouse, Li Xiuyuan only taught him the principles of the sword, but did not tell him how to practice it.
[In view of the general environment,
The first mountain-like sword intention he realized was inherited from Li Xiuyuan, but he realized his own sword intention.
This sword is Wang Yi's most powerful sword.
He even wanted to thank Jin Wuming in front of him. If Jin Wuming hadn't cut out a flower with all his strength, he didn't know when he would have realized this truth.
Qin Xiangyu on the high platform wanted to scream, but he didn't have time...
Just listen to the sound of "click!", which sounded in the cool night wind and under the dim moonlight.
The mountain that Wang Yi chopped out, with the force of destroying the mountain, chopped out Jin Wuming's flower that had not fully bloomed, and chopped it into pieces from the center...
It's like a big mountain pressing on a flower, this is extremely violent destruction!
A powerful sword energy resounded in the arena and flew in all directions.
The flowers in the moonlight disappeared without a trace, and the long sword in Wang Yi's hand broke into two pieces again.
Silently looking at the broken sword in his hand, Wang Yi smiled bitterly and said, "Xiaoguang, here comes the sword!"
Xiaoguang laughed under the high platform, waved his hand, and an unsheathed sword flew towards Wang Yi on the ring like a stream of light.
He smiled and said, "Brother, can you do it? You have already broken two swords!"
That clearly means, if that doesn't work, you can beg me, I have a spiritual sword that's more powerful than dad!
The Queen of Heaven on the high platform held her chest and sighed, and asked the chief eunuch beside her: "What kind of sword intent is this? Why have I never seen it before?"
The leader of the eunuchs lowered his head and replied softly: "He is as great as a lack of success, as great as a surge, as great as a bend, as great as a clumsy... His hand is no longer a sword, but a mountain..."
The voice of the leader eunuch became smaller and smaller, until finally only the Queen of Heaven could hear it.
A faint voice came into the ears of the Queen of Heaven: "I have countless swords, even if you hold the spiritual sword in your hand, even if I delay it, I will delay it until the last moment..."
The Queen of Heaven sighed: "I will also learn from this in the future."
Qin Xiangyu on the side didn't hear clearly, but looked at Wang Yi on the high platform and asked, "Wang Yi, what's the point of your sword?"
In her opinion, the sword strike made by Jin Wuming was so beautiful.
This Wang Yi is just a big boss, how can he be so rude, and he doesn't know how to show mercy at all.
Even Jin Wuming looked at him and asked, "Is it possible that you have seen my sword before?"
Wang Yi was too lazy to pay attention to him, but replied to Qin Xiangyu on the high platform: "It's nothing, I just chopped too much wood.
Just skilled. "
