When the young man went to the top of the city, he realized that he was not the only one who was stunned. The thousands of sword cultivators on the top of the city were all shocked and looked at the sword lights in the sky.
The only one who was normal was Zhang Xiaoyu, who was dressed in white. When Nan Dao and Chen He walked to the top of the city, he was looking solemnly at the southern swamp.
Only someone like Zhang Xiaoyu, who comes from a famous sword sect, would not be surprised by things that may have become commonplace in the upper-level cultivation world.
But for Lingnan Sword Sect and the vast majority of people in the world, this is a scenery that is rarely seen.
As for Chen He, who is more fascinated by biographical novels, he would probably be much happier seeing such things in writing than seeing them live.
Nan Dao looked at it in amazement and walked towards Zhang Xiaoyu.
"Senior brother."
Zhang Xiaoyu turned around and was a little surprised to see the two people from Nandao.
"Why did you come up here?"
Zhang Xiaoyu asked subconsciously. He was about to let Nan Dao go back to the city. Suddenly he saw the sword on Nan Dao's back. Then he remembered that although he had only known this boy for less than a month, he was also a decent person. Sutra's sword cultivation.
Even the realm is higher than many of the Lingnan sword cultivators present.
The following words urging him to return to the city were not spoken.
Nan Dao didn't know that Zhang Xiaoyu had thought so much in his haste, but he walked to Zhang Xiaoyu's side curiously, looked at the sword light emerging in the southern sky, and asked: "Who is fighting there? ?”
Zhang Xiaoyu shook his head and said: "I don't know, maybe a certain senior brother walked into Daze and met the wizard ghost Taoist from Huangliang."
Nan Dao groaned, lying on the wall, holding an umbrella and looking from a distance.
Sword rays constantly flew out from the sea of tao at the edge of the swamp, heading towards the green mountains.
Judging from Zhang Xiaoyu's solemn look with a hint of worry, those should be the senior brothers of the Sword Sect who have not been seen in the human world for a long time.
The battle above the sky over there was still going on, and a mighty sword wind blew from the green mountains, causing all the sword cultivators above the city to restless and restless.
The sky is bright and dark, but it has nothing to do with the light of the human sky.
It's just that the sword light is sometimes dazzling, and sometimes it becomes silent.
The relative perception is just different.
The fight was in full swing over there, but there was silence in Nanyi City.
Under the city wall and in the green mountains, countless eyes were looking there, but no one said a word.
Naturally, he would not be stupid enough to want to support him.
It was obvious that people of their level could not intervene in the sword intent that was parading on the green hills.
Even the sword light of the Sword Sect brothers on the edge of Daze stopped at the outside after approaching the Qingshan Mountain, stepping on the void of the Qingshan Mountain, but did not take a step inward.
This made Nan Dao curious, so who is it in those mountains?
Nan Dao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who was standing aside. The latter still had a solemn look on his face, but he was also a little confused.
Who was there and who did they meet?
.....
When Mei Quming and Nan Dequ saw the figure in the mist, the swords behind them suddenly came out of their sheaths, suspended at their sides, and then fell into their hands. They turned into sword wind and stabbed at the man. .
Although the Human Sword Sect has become famous for its Karma Sword in recent years, when it comes to the core swordsmanship, it is still the swordsmanship brought by Xieqiao Self-sharpening Sword Cliff in the past. Therefore, swords used at close range are often known for their speed, especially those of the Liuyun Sword Sect.
But when the two swords suddenly cut through the mist and stabbed the man sitting on the top of the mountain, the two of them were shocked.
I saw a big river slowly floating around that person.
The swords of the two men had already fallen into the river before they got close. The tide of the river had not yet risen, but the two menacing swords did not pass through anything. They just caused two ripples like stones falling into the river. That’s all.
The two men hurriedly sheathed their swords and stood on both sides of the green mountain, looking shocked.
The Wu River rotated around the man, divided into two paths, and set off waves on the top of the mountain, rolling towards the two senior brothers.
Mei Quming held the bamboo pennant in his hand. When the river came, the long sword turned into a small boat, fell into the river, and then crossed the river. The long sword under his body was wrapped with the sword's intention, but he also took advantage of the situation to return Shoot the man.
Nan De Qu stood with his sword pointed in front of him, with sword intent from all directions surrounding him, resisting the waves of the Wu River, while reciting the sword formula, and then the long sword turned into sword light. Suddenly, he was forced to In front of the person sitting upright.
The man finally started to move. The witch robe suddenly stirred, and the power of thousands of witches and ghosts spread over his hands. Then he poked out his sleeves, intertwined his hands, and held the two swords at the same time. Then from the two apprentice brothers He snatched it from his control and threw it under the green mountain.
The two men groaned at the same time and were swept away by the waves of Wu River.
"Two senior brothers, I haven't seen you for a long time."
The man spoke softly.
When Mei Quming heard this unusually young voice, he was stunned for a long time.
Then he reacted.
"Hua Wubei!"
Young Master Wubei's robes fluttered, and he stood up amidst the sword intent of the lost master all over the mountain. He turned around and looked at the two of them with a smile.
"First of all, you need to call me Senior Brother."
When Young Master Wubei entered the Great Witch, he came to Huai'an from far away. At that time, Mei Quming and others had not completely disappeared into the world, so they naturally had to meet this person.
At that time, Young Master Wubei was naturally quite observant of etiquette and kept his attitude low when facing disciples like Mei Quming and other Sword Sect disciples.
However, it was just like what he had said to Chen Huaifeng in Nanyi City before.
Current events have changed and are naturally different.
The man who was the first to blow the ancient Ze wind near Daze was already a human spirit wizard. Naturally, Mei Quming and Nan Dequ were no longer his opponents.
Nan Dequ fell down and sat on the edge of the green mountain forest, with blood flowing from the corners of his lips. He was naturally injured, but he looked at Young Master Wubei rather mockingly and said lightly: "The wild dog on the roadside found its owner and started barking. Sometimes, it is inevitable that I will feel more confident.”
Young Master Wubei just chuckled softly and said, "All wild dogs know how to go up. Senior brother, you are still doing this for many years. Don't you feel ashamed?"
Nan Dequ just sneered.
Young Master Wubei suppressed his smile and said calmly: "The Human Sword Sect has always been powerful in the south. In other words, we are all wild dogs. It's just that you found your master first. Unfortunately, your master has disappeared, so Times naturally turn around.”
Mei Quming stood up holding his bamboo pen and said slowly: "But have you ever thought about what you would do if Master comes back suddenly?"
Young Master Wubei looked back to the south, not knowing what he was looking at, and then said softly: "The Karma Sword Congbian is the sword that the world least wants to see among the three swords in the world. If he really comes back, then of course it will be you." It’s powerful.”
Young Master Wubei said, turned around, looked at Mei Quming and continued: "But have you ever thought about why we would attack Nanyi City at this time?"
The two brothers frowned, looked at Young Master Wubei and said, "What do you mean?"
"Master Congren is in some trouble. We don't know how big his trouble is, but as long as there is a slight possibility, we will take a gamble."
"Pretend to be a ghost!" Mei Quming snorted softly, and the sword intent gathered all over the mountain again, then he raised his hand and drew out another sword from the bamboo pen, transforming into the sword wind, and stabbed Young Master Wubei.
Young Master Wubei looked at Mei Quming's sword and said softly: "The Northern Witch Way is also the Way of Witches and Ghosts. For those in the Way of Witches and Ghosts, it is naturally an honor to be able to pretend to be gods and ghosts."
As he finished speaking, the Wu River surged around him again, but it directly swept Mei Quming and his sword out.
Even if Mei Quming and the others were Zhang Xiaoyu's senior brothers, they were only in the minor realm, so naturally they could not be the opponents of Young Master Wubei, who was already a spirit wizard.
Therefore, Young Master Wubei never looked at the two of them directly from beginning to end. After sending Mei Quming flying away again, Young Master Wubei looked under the green mountain.
There, someone was walking slowly.
Young Master Wubei's hands were once again tucked into his sleeves.
"It seems that the other people in Northern Wizardry are still at the previous destination."
A voice came from behind the mist. Someone was walking panting and stopped not far away. He was holding two swords in his hands without scabbards. It looked like they had just picked them up from the bottom of the mountain. Mei Quming and the others sword.
Young Master Wubei's expression became a little solemn. He looked at the man quietly and said slowly: "After all, I have to ensure the safety of this place before I can let them come."
The person who came was an old man. Just yesterday, he was planting flowers by the big swamp, but now he has appeared on the green hills in the big swamp.
In fact, he set out ahead of Mei Quming and others.
When the skylight fell on the lonely peak and turned into a stream of light, the old man folded a flower and put it in his sleeve, then bathed in the skylight and started walking towards the green mountains of Daze.
He did not use sword light or step on sword wind.
Just like a worldly person, walking slowly under the river at the foot of the mountain.
Therefore, those who set out first will arrive much later.
"If the people in Northern Witch Road had not had other ideas," the old flower grower said softly, "then Nanyi City would naturally be safer than any other place in the world."
Young Master Wubei smiled softly and said, "I'm sorry, Northern Wizardry has brought many different ideas this time."
Mei Quming and Nan Dequ coughed and sat on the side of the green mountain, looking at the old man with doubts. They did not recognize him.
I just had some vague guesses in my heart.
The old man who planted flowers threw the two swords back to the two of them and said slowly: "You guys should leave here."
The two took the sword and seemed to understand something. They looked at the old man and said, "Brother, where is your sword?"
Of course it’s senior brother.
The Human Sword Sect has many senior brothers from many, many years ago.
Because Cong Ren lived too long compared to the hundred years of his life.
So some senior brothers will naturally be very old.
The serious senior brother calmly looked at Young Master Wubei not far away, and then took out a flower from his sleeve.
It's a red camellia.
Mei Quming and the two were stunned for a moment.
Is this senior brother's sword?
However, the senior brother didn't make any gesture to hold the sword, he just inserted the flower on a nearby tree stump that was cut off by the sword.
The senior brother seemed to find it interesting to show off such a wit, so he laughed, looked at the two sword master brothers he had never seen before, and said: "What are you thinking? This is definitely not my sword."
"..."
The two of them were silent, but then they heard the senior brother continue to say: "In order to pick up your swords, I left my sword down the mountain. You can help me pick it up."
The two hesitated for a while, thinking about whether to give their swords to their senior brother. However, the senior brother seemed to know what they were thinking. He waved his sleeves and said, "Your sword is not as easy to use as my own sword."
The two of them turned into sword light and headed down the mountain.
When I came to the clear stream, I saw a lonely rusty sword stuck on the bank.
There is no name on the sword, or perhaps it once had a name, but when they no longer appeared in the world, the sword owner had the inscriptions removed.
So the sword has no name.
Just like that senior brother didn't ask them their names, nor did he tell them their names.
The Human Sword Sect has many such swords.
It's just that it has been scattered in the world and its whereabouts are unknown.
Mei Quming raised his hand to hold the sword and tried to pull it out, but the sword remained motionless as if it had taken root in the soil.
Nan Dequ coughed twice, stepped forward, grabbed the hilt of the sword from Mei Quming's hand, and pulled it out, but it still didn't move.
The two seemed to understand something.
Taking the sword is not important.
Getting down the mountain is the most important thing.
Sure enough, when the two of them were silent, the sword stuck alone by the stream began to ring.
There was a sword falling from the green mountain, and all the swords were submerged in the sword. Then the rust on the sword body peeled off layer by layer, revealing a delicate water-like sword.
People who grow flowers probably like to use swords like this.
The two of them were thinking like this, and then they saw the sword suddenly turning into a stream of light in the sword intention of Manshan, heading towards the top of the green mountain.
Until it fell into the hands of Wuming Senior Brother.
Young Master Wubei didn't look at the sword, but looked at the extremely weak camellia that was inserted into the tree stump.
"I suddenly remembered that when I came to Huaian, I seemed to have met my senior under the green mountains."
Young Master Wubei looked at the old man and said slowly: "I just never thought that my senior is also a disciple of the Sword Sect."
Senior Brother said calmly: "In the future, you will see more people who the world has never thought would be disciples of the Sword Sect."
Young Master Wubei said softly: "That's really exciting."
The senior brother said nothing more. The sword intent that had not appeared in many years covered the entire mountains, rivers and valleys, and countless rays of light emerged from the slender and delicate sword in his hand.
Like the light of heaven.
The entire green mountain in the photo is extremely bright.
"please."
Young Master Wubei said softly.
The word "please" was still falling in the air, and the Wuhe River surrounding him was cut open with a sword.
Young Master Wubei's figure disappeared from the spot, his hands were still wrapped in his sleeves, and there were traces of witches running down his body.
"Seniors don't have martial ethics."
Senior Brother held the sword and continued to stab, and said calmly: "If I were forty years old, I would also respond politely with a word of invitation, but I am not forty years old. When I live to this age, half of my body will be buried in the ground. Naturally, I am not as good as you young people, so I can only use less martial ethics."
Young Master Wubei looked at the sword in silence, sighed and said, "But it makes sense."
The senior fellow apprentice was very satisfied with what Young Master Wubei said, because the people of the Jianzong Sect were always reasonable.
But the second sword still didn't hit Young Master Wubei.
Wu Hen appeared in another place after crossing the line, and then the figure of Young Master Wubei solidified again.
"I almost thought the senior was from Liuyun Sword Sect."
Young Master Wubei looked at his senior brother who stopped not far away and said slowly.
Senior Brother just stood on the green mountain with his sword and said softly: "I also thought about sitting on the edge of the river and wielding the sword for thousands of miles, but I haven't used a sword for too many years, and I can't remember how to use the sword technique, so Just keep it simple."
Ever-changing, nature never leaves the retro sword school.
Young Master Wubei put his hands in his sleeves and said with a chuckle: "So, senior, do you remember now?"
Senior Brother nodded and said, "I remember a little bit."
So Senior Brother sat down in the air, put the long sword in his hand across his knees, and slowly closed his eyes.
Young Master Wubei finally became serious, surrounded by thousands of ghostly auras.
The Human Sword Sect is naturally not the Liuyun Sword Sect.
This sword sect, which was inherited from Mojian Cliff, has always been famous for its swordsmanship in the past thousands of years.
When the senior brother closed his eyes, thousands of sword lights poured out from the sword on his knees.
The night, which had not yet had time to sink under the Yellow Mountains, suddenly became bright.
Young Master Wubei's hands also came out of his sleeves and made a strange hand gesture in front of him.
The last trick of ghost magic: covering the sky.
In the sky where thousands of sword lights were flowing, a Wu River suddenly broke through the sky and dragged the two of them into the dark world.
Naturally, people in Northern Witchcraft rarely practice ghost arts.
Even Young Master Wubei, before becoming a spirit witch, would not be able to use the other half of these shaman and ghost ways.
It's just that the wind that surged up under the swamp awakened too many things sleeping in the memory.
Wizards who possess the art of transcendence and wizards who do not possess the art of transcendence are naturally two different concepts.
The tedious and lengthy chanting and witchcraft meant that they had to take longer to prepare.
Once interrupted, the success will naturally fall short.
The extremely short jumping technique of the starting hand makes up for this flaw very well.
The mage brings displacement, who wouldn’t be upset if he saw it?
Therefore, even though he clearly knows that the person in front of him is a Taoist cultivator from the Human Sword Sect.
Young Master Wubei still chose ghost magic with longer starting moves instead of witchcraft.
So above the river, the sky covered it.
Among all the anointed blindness, only the light of thousands of swords circulates.
The longer the starting position is, the more powerful the witch and ghost power can naturally be.
Therefore, even though the thousands of sword lights shot out everywhere with the mighty sword intent, they were blocked at the other end of the Wu River.
The sword on Senior Brother's knee finally left the body and hovered under the sky for several weeks. Then, dragging the sword light, it broke through the blockade of the sky very quickly, crossed the river, and went straight to the center of Young Master Wubei's eyebrows.
The sword style of the Seventh Senior Brother of Mojianya.
The clouds break through the moon.
Young Master Wubei looked at the sword with a solemn expression, the witch marks flickering, and crossed the Wu River again.
Senior Brother opened his eyes calmly, looked at Young Master Wubei who was repositioning his position, and said slowly: "Three times."
Young Master Wubei fell silent.
Yes, three times.
If you continuously use the leaping technique in a short period of time, the power of the witches and ghosts consumed will naturally increase exponentially.
The senior brother closed his eyes again.
The sword that suddenly went away turned back again, dragging a tail light like a crescent moon across the entire sky.
Return of the month.
The figure of Senior Brother also disappeared from the place, transformed into sword light, thousands of sword intentions gathered into the sword in his hand, held it in his hand, and stabbed the Young Master Wu who stood in the sword wind of Wu River together with the sword Yue Hui. sad.
Naturally, Young Master Wubei would not take the risk of using the Transcendence Technique again.
The witchcraft in his hand changed, and thousands of silts suddenly surged out from under the river, covering Young Master Wubei's entire body. Then when the two swords came, they almost turned into quicksand and submerged into the Wuhe River.
Witchcraft·Quicksand.
At the same time, the sky-shielding ghost technique that covered the sky was finally completed at the top, gathering the power of witches and ghosts.
A black flower that covers the sky blooms in the sky.
Countless black auras bloomed from the stamens.
When all the sword light came into contact with the black energy, it instantly disintegrated and returned to the body of the senior brother.
Young Master Wubei's figure appeared on the other side of the Wu River, looking calmly at his pale-faced senior brother.
"The flower that covers the sky is ready."
"Senior, you can go and die."
Senior Brother stood with a pale face and held the sword. He looked up at the swaggering black flower in the sky and smiled softly.
"Who doesn't have a flower yet?"
