The Wuliang Sword Sect on Wuliang Mountain towers into the clouds and cannot be reached. The mountains are high and the valleys are deep. There are many mountains, mountains and flowers everywhere, and small rivers flowing.
There are countless ancient sword pavilions located on the green water and green mountains, which is the Wuliang Sword Sect that is famous in Jiuzhou.
Under one of the sword pavilions, the entire mountain has been hollowed out by the superior sword energy. There is a large, quiet cave directly below, and the top of the cave leads directly to the peak.
There is a blue pool at the bottom of the cave, and there is an ancient sword pavilion beside the pool.
There is still immeasurable in the immeasurable, and there is a sword pavilion under the sword pavilion.
The cave seems to be a separate small world of its own.
The skylight shone down from the entrance of the peak and condensed into a straight beam of light, which just covered Bitan and the sword pavilion beside it.
Wang Xiaomo was sitting by the Bitan, watching countless silvery-white fishes swimming in the water. She took off her shoes and socks, immersed her feet in the cold and refreshing Bitan, and felt those silvery-white fishes being attracted to her. They gathered at their feet, kept cruising around them, and then opened their mouths full of fangs at those snow-white feet without hesitation.
"Evil beast."
Wang Xiaotai's snow-white and plump feet gently moved, and the golden divine power soaked into the pond water, and quickly swept all the fish in the pond into the air and strangled them all, turning them into a pile of powder. They were sent to the cave with the sword energy rising from time to time around them. outside.
The pool is finally clear.
The Wuliang Silverbait that Wuliang Sword Sect had carefully raised for hundreds of years was turned into ashes by Wang Xiaotai's gentle kick.
In the dark heart of the mountain, the skylight falling from the top of the cave suddenly dimmed. A thunderous sword energy struck from mid-air, landed next to Wang Xiaotai, and split the entire sword pavilion with one strike.
"Wu Liang! I'm here! Why did you chop her! If you're too old to be blind, just give up as soon as possible!"
Wang Fuyao wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and landed next to Wang Xiaotai. Her face was as white as snow, and the blood on her body was stuck to her clothes. But seeing that Wang Xiaotai was unscathed, she breathed a sigh of relief, laughed wildly and rushed into the air again, her sword aura vast. , and once again showed the Heaven-Destroying Sword towards the black and white figure in mid-air.
The water in the deep green pool has no wind or waves.
In the cave, Wang Fuyao and the black and white figure came to a fight again.
The wind and waves in the cave did not affect Wang Xiaotai, who was leisurely soaking her feet. She was sitting by the Bitan, waiting quietly.
Zhang Wuliang, the leader of Wuliang Sword Sect, has been practicing swordsmanship for hundreds of years. He was born in Wuliang Sword Sect and was born to practice Wuliang Swordsmanship. Everything about him has been refined into the indomitable sword intention, whether it is tied behind him or not hair, his palms, his eyes.
The sword was in his hand, and as he waved his hand, a vast and boundless sword light flashed by.
I am invincible in the world of swordsmanship.
He considers himself to be the leader of swordsmanship in the world, and he has great trust in his hands with thick calluses holding the sword, and the infinite sword in his hand.
But he has never encountered this situation before.
Although the very young female swordsman in front of her was covered in dirt, her expression showed a rare focus and enthusiasm. The blood stains did not dampen her spirit at all, but made her look like a sword that had just been washed by spring water. , a new sword that is extremely bright and extremely sharp.
This female swordsman has no swordsmanship or special unseen moves. On the contrary, compared to Zhang Wuliang, her sword moves are extremely simple.
But because it is simple, it is powerful.
Wang Fuyao's Heaven-Destroying Sword brought with it the forbearance that she had spent hundreds of years wandering around in the world, and her most energetic spirit now, and the dense sword intent struck directly at the swordsman master Zhang Wuliang.
I want to kill the sky, let alone humans!
The Heaven-Destroying Sword, forged from dragon teeth and tempered by swordsmiths and thunder tribulations, could withstand Wang Fuyao's sudden burst of powerful sword energy. A buzzing sound roared out. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the cave was violently turbulent, and wind and thunder roared. , there seemed to be a faint sound of dragon roaring, and the wild flowers and weeds growing beside the green pool under the cave were instantly dissolved in such terrifying sword energy.
Wang Xiaotai looked up at this kendo battle that was enough to eclipse the world.
This is Wang Fuyao, who was born with a morning star and an immortal bone. Wang Fuyao is destined to stand on the ninth heaven and look down upon all living beings.
Destined to return, favored by heaven, and looked forward to by the gods.
Wang Fuyao is completely different from Wang Xiaotai.
"Who do you think will win this sword debate?"
Wang Xiaotai stared at the fight in the cave and asked.
Behind Wang Xiaotai, a middle-aged man in Taoist robes with a long beard was also at the bottom of the cave, watching this decisive and fierce kendo battle. Sect, I’m afraid he is also the leader of my Sword Sect now.”
Countless rays of golden light erupted from the Tianzhan Sword, like a dazzling sun suddenly leaping out of the sea of clouds, or like burning clouds at dusk, with flowing fire flying like dragons all over the sky.
Wang Xiaotai smiled slightly, "I know her excellence better than you. I'm asking about Zhang Wuliang."
"Senior Brother is about to ascend." The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his hands, his long beard fluttering, and his Taoist spirit. "This Master Ciyun will definitely be defeated."
"As long as she can have some insights in this battle, this will not be considered a defeat." Wang Xiaotai watched indifferently as Wang Fuyao attacked Zhang Wuliang again and again, only to be beaten back by Zhang Wuliang again and again. It was cut into countless pieces by Zhang Wuliang, and fell down like gold foil.
But Wang Xiaotai knew that this was not allowed to be touched.
These are all fragments of sword energy. Although they look harmless, if you touch them, you will cut your fingers from the sword energy.
The middle-aged man looked at the battle situation, but shook his head slightly and sighed, "Senior brother has already developed a love for talents. They are not so much talking about swords now, but it is better to say that senior brother is guiding her to understand the infinite swordsmanship. After this battle, senior brother will probably I will accept Master Ciyun as my closed disciple."
Wang Xiaotai lowered his head, moved his toes slightly, and stirred the biting cold water of Bitan, "Head Wuque knows his senior brother very well."
Standing next to Wang Xiaoti and watching the battle with her was Bai Wuque, the leader of the Wuliang Sword Sect.
The Wuliang Sword Sect is huge and has a large number of sword cultivators. Therefore, the Sword Sect is roughly divided into two parts. One is the Wuliang Sect Master who specializes in studying swordsmanship. No matter who becomes the Sect Master, they will change their name to Wuliang and pass on the name Wuliang from generation to generation.
Li Wuliang, Zhu Wuliang, Huang Wuliang, Shangguan Wuliang, Xuanyuan Wuliang... and even Zhang Wuliang now, each Wuliang has made a great name in their era.
The name Wuliang and the meaning it represents are now the lifelong wish of every sword cultivator.
Those who practice swordsmanship must go to Wuliang Mountain.
There is only limitless swordsmanship in the world.
Every master of the Wuliang Sword Sect is a master of swordsmanship, but it is obviously impossible for the huge Wuliang Sword Sect to have only such swordsmaniacs, and the person responsible for managing these trivial matters is the head of the Wuliang Sword Sect.
The current leader Bai Wuque is Zhang Wuliang's junior brother, and he is standing next to Wang Xiaotai watching this kendo battle that has not been seen for a long time.
Bai Wuque put his hands behind his back and hunted in his robe. He looked at Zhang Wuliang with a sword in mid-air with some obsession, and his body was as bright as a thousand rays of light. However, his voice gradually took on a hint of chill, "Of course, I have been watching him for so many years." For him, chasing after him, for him, for Wuliang Sword Sect, for the swordsmanship in the world, I will never regret it.
"Senior Brother is hiding from the world in this Mustard Seed Cave, focusing on practicing swordsmanship, just waiting for one sword to break through the air, and fly to the sky. I'm afraid there is no one in this world who understands him better than me.
“Understanding that I now have to kill him.
"The world only knows Zhang Wuliang, who knows me Bai Wuque?"
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