The night is getting deeper and the crescent moon is high.
The silver light shone down, the river water reflected the moonlight, and a small boat floated on the river. At the end of the boat sat a young man who didn't look like a young man. He held an iron sword in his right hand and his left hand was touching the sword's edge.
The three-foot-long sword was not very sharp and was already full of gaps, but now this iron sword has become the sharpest and most terrifying sword in the world.
The iron sword drank blood, and the sword became a little dim.
The toad light flashed on Anyan Yi's bun, and the silver hair seemed to be reflecting the silver light, while there was a very strange look on Yi Yi's face. He was a little happy, but also a little dissatisfied. Looking at his eyes, there seemed to be some inexplicable brilliance.
Suddenly he stood up. After he stood up, his whole person seemed to have changed.
With his straight back and upright figure standing on the bow of the ship, his whole body is like a sword, a sword that is about to be unsheathed and at its most terrifying moment. In his hand, the blade of the sword shone with sword light in the moonlight, and a chill oozed from the blade.
So are his people.
The moment he stood up, his body seemed to be radiating radiance, and the cold air that chilled even his bones penetrated from his body, making the river seem to become colder.
This body seems to contain endless power. Perhaps this power has always been there, but it was not exposed before.
With any movement of your hand, the sword light will fly!
A sword stabbed out lightly. It didn't look like it was very powerful, but the sword light flashed seven times in a row.
The iron sword began to change, and the moves began to switch. It came like the wind, so naturally.
The sword light flashed brighter and brighter, the sword light flashed faster and faster, and the rain suddenly dropped...
Swinging it casually seems easy, but every move and every style reveals the essence of the sword that countless people have failed to achieve despite all their hard work.
The essence of the sword was forced out one by one, and the sword was formed by the wind. The rain was cut open and swayed like a curtain. The rain made sword marks one after another, and the sword marks were washed away by the rain, but the sword marks increased sharply in the rain.
Curtains of water flew out one after another, fell on the rocks, left a hole, and submerged into the river, forming a line.
He spoke lightly and freely, with the iron sword in his hand, he transformed into thirteen sword techniques in an instant, without any sluggishness!
At this time, the thirteen shocking moves should have been exhausted, but with the sword in his hand, he swung the fourteenth move again.
This sword was not among the Thirteen Styles, and this sword was out of context and unstructured. It came out a bit unexpectedly, as if he had swung the sword randomly.
But this sword came faster than the Thirteenth Style, and it produced a stunning sword light, which was extremely beautiful and extremely terrifying.
After one strike of the sword, the sword stopped immediately.
The sword marks in the rain dissipated, and then there was another long sigh in the sound of rain. A look of regret flashed on Ran Yi's face, and he sighed: "It's still not done yet!"
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What happened at Liu Sanye's residence in Hengshan couldn't help but spread... first in Hengshan City, and then spread throughout seven provinces in just seven days. Everyone in the world, black and white, knew that the Wudang Master had betrayed the sect.
Nowadays, everyone in the world knows that the miraculous doctor can kill more than 20 Qingcheng disciples with one sword at will. Even the leader of the Qingcheng sect, Yu Canghai, was killed by his sword. Then he killed Liu Zhengfeng at Liu Zhengfeng's residence. Ding Mian, the Pagoda Hand, Lu Bai, the Crane Hand, Fei Bin, the Great Songyang Hand, and more than thirty disciples of the Songshan Sect.
Because Liu Zhengfeng had colluded with the Demonic Cult, he helped him, and there were widespread rumors that he had also joined the Demonic Cult.
However, since then, Liu Zhengfeng and his family have disappeared from the martial arts world. Instead, they have gone through this battle and become famous in the martial arts world.
In addition to his fierce reputation, his murderous sword skills are also widely known in the world.
That was not Wudang swordsmanship, nor was it the swordsmanship of any Bai Dao sect. No one had ever seen such a terrifying swordsmanship... This made the fact that he voluntarily joined the Demon Cult more and more solid.
At least that's what most people in the world think and believe.
He successively visited Taoist Master Chongxu in Wudang Zixiao Hall, Hengshan Dingyi, Taishan Tianmen and Songmen.
After learning that he could leave Wudang at will, Taoist Chongxu acquiesced.
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Bordering the Qinling Mountains in the south and overlooking the Huangwei River in the north, Huashan Mountain has been known as "the most dangerous place in the world" since ancient times. In addition, Huashan has beautiful vegetation, extremely secluded scenery, lush trees, and full of elegance.
More than three months had passed since we left Hengshan City and arrived at the foot of Huashan Mountain.
This was not his first time visiting Mount Huashan. He had climbed to the top of Mount Huashan as early as two years ago. It's just that at that time he was just looking for medicine, but this time he was looking for sword fighting.
Feng Qingyang wields the Dugu Nine Swords. His swordsmanship emphasizes predicting the enemy's opportunities and is the ultimate in changing his moves.
The arbitrary fourteenth shocking form has not yet been perfected, and it always lacks a little of the charm of the sword. He is about to find this charm of the sword from the Dugu Nine Swords.
Looking up at the mountain peaks in the mist, he suddenly lifted up his body, pointed his toes, and landed lightly and skillfully a few feet away.
Then he lifted up his energy, pulled away and changed his appearance, flashing around and leaping through the mountains and forests in an instant. With every ups and downs, people have been shot out like an arrow.
There is a green leaf and a twig under your feet. With a little strength, you can walk on it as if it were flat ground.
After flying for a while, I saw the mountain peak. I raised my breath again and the speed increased.
Coming and going at will like lightning, thousands of miles in a flash, and now we have started to climb from the mountainside to the peak. Then the air began to thin, the cold began to become deep, and the clouds and fog became thicker.
There is a dangerous cliff at the top of Jade Girl Peak. The cliff is bare and there is nothing to climb on. There is only a suspension bridge extending to the cliff. There is no grass growing here, except for a shady tree. There is also a cave on the cliff, where the Huashan sect's disciples were imprisoned and punished after committing violations.
Suddenly, a long roar came through the mountains and forests. At this time, Linghu Chong was standing on the edge of the cliff, and it was him who made the roar.
Before the whistling stopped, Linghu Chong felt his eyes dazzled, as if he saw a shadow flashing across his face. He took a few steps back in shock, but immediately realized something was wrong and quickly turned back.
What caught his eye was a person. His appearance had not been carefully examined, but his hair was as silver as snow. Linghu Chong immediately realized who the person was. As soon as the light shone, he immediately drew his sword and slashed away with the green edge.
The iron sword was slung behind his back, but he did not draw it out. He raised his finger and turned it into a sword. The flying sword was struck by the blade of his finger.
"Ding!"
The finger force stretched along the sword body and came to the hilt... Linghu Chong immediately felt the finger force coming from the sword body. This finger was extremely heavy; the sword moves of the Taishan School were known for being heavy and steady, and Tian Boguang's sharp sword was also very heavy.
But compared with this finger, it was far behind. The blade of the sword had been knocked to the left by the extremely heavy force of the finger. He almost couldn't hold it, and he swam around three times in a row before he stabilized his body.
The tiger's mouth was a little numb, and Linghu Chong looked at the man in front of him in fear.
"What's your plan for coming to Huashan?"
Without saying anything, he turned around and walked towards the cave.
Seeing this, Linghu Chong gritted his teeth and followed.
