East China Sea.
Emperor Wu City.
People come and go.
Emperor Tianwu City is becoming more and more lively these days.
It is rumored that Jian Jiuhuang, one of the three most famous swordsmen in recent years, is going to the city to fight Wang Xianzhi again.
The last time Jian Jiuhuang left behind the famous sword Huang Lu, this time he came prepared, but he didn't know how much help Wang Xianzhi could do?
Countless masters of swordsmanship in the world have entered the Emperor Wu City early. In addition to the leader of the Yue King Jianchi, there are also two Wu family swordsmen who have entered the world. They have gone out of the mountains and entered the East China Sea to wait and see the peak battle at the top of the city.
Cao Guanzi, a long-renowned first-class master, rented an entire Guanhai Tower in Emperor Wu's city and came here just for this battle.
The ordinary people in Emperor Wu's city didn't notice anything unusual, but some martial arts masters had smelled it, and even felt the suffocating feeling of black clouds pressing down on the city.
The ancient road has a westerly wind and a thin horse.
On this day, an inconspicuous old man led a thin horse into Emperor Wu City and stopped at a wine shop not far from the main city building. I ordered two taels of wine, half a catty of meat, and a plate of peanuts.
After taking a rest and filling his stomach, the old man swept his casket up the wall in full view of everyone, and roared: "Huang Zhentu is coming to take Huang Lu, please fight with the king."
For a time, all the eyes of the city gathered.
Wang Xianzhi, who was unusually tall and burly, stepped forward, one step covering ten feet.
When the two were twenty feet apart, the sword nine yellow sword box opened, the sword light danced wildly, and the five swords came out at once, from sword one to sword eight, all of them were used, all of which were the best moves in the world.
Wang Xianzhi stands tall and tall on the top of the wall, standing tall like a god, absorbing all the brilliance in the universe by himself. The originally tall and burly figure seemed to be worshiping him from all over the mountains and the sea.
This is the second best style in the world.
Wang Xianzhi is like a vast ocean, vast and boundless. It seems calm, but in reality there is an undercurrent. He can burst out with overwhelming power at any time and destroy anyone and anything who dares to challenge him.
Lao Huang pushed Sword One to Sword Eight to the extreme, but he still couldn't shake Wang Xianzhi even a little bit.
This time, he once again experienced the feeling of fighting against Yu Liancheng, even better than before.
The opponent was standing on the wall, with only one hand outstretched, but he couldn't do any harm.
Jian Jiuhuang showed no intention of backing down.
Those turbid eyes flashed with sharpness, and the whole person was like a magic weapon unsheathed, with its sharp edge revealed.
One stroke of the sword.
Nine swords, six thousand miles.
The sword light was like the Milky Way above the nine heavens, pouring towards Wang Xianzhi.
Wow! Wherever the sword light passed, a storm of sword energy was set off. The ground along the way could not withstand the huge pressure. Large areas of cracks appeared, and rubble flew all over the sky. It quickly extended a distance of twenty feet, reaching only Wang Xianzhi's feet.
"Yes." Wang Xianzhi nodded in praise, agreeing with the sword, but still facing the enemy with one hand.
Boom! !
Wang Xianzhi's right arm and sleeve were completely destroyed, and Jian Jiuhuang staggered and fell.
In the Guanhai Tower, Cao Changqing, a Confucian scholar in blue shirt, praised: "When the sword is executed in nine moves, the sword's intention is majestic. There is no brilliant sword move in the world."
This official's invincible words are also the sentiments of many martial arts people.
There were many masters of swordsmanship present, and they secretly thought that Jianjiu's own sword moves would pale in comparison to them.
But soon, everyone including Cao Guanzi knew that they were wrong.
——There are still brilliant sword moves in the world.
As Jian Jiuyang twirled his fingers, the five swords flew together, drawing an unparalleled brilliant light in the air.
The seemingly simple flying swords are messy and disorganized, but only a master like Cao Changqing can discover that the position, distance, and distance of the five swords are all coordinated and well-proportioned, giving a feeling of being natural and invulnerable.
——Ten swords, nine thousand miles.
Compared with the "Six Thousand Miles", the "Nine Thousand Miles" sword energy is more abundant, and this style is even more flawless and almost perfect.
"Well done." Wang Xianzhi's eyes lit up and he took a step forward.
This was the first time he had fought against Jian Jiuhuang.
Taking a step forward for the first time.
One step at a time.
The entire city wall seemed to tremble, like a wild beast trampling on it.
After this simple accumulation of momentum, Wang Xianzhi's energy surged, reaching an almost incredible level.
His fist was slightly retracted, and his sleeves were shattered by Sword Nine. You can see the undulating curves of his arms like mountains, and the slightly protruding but as hard as steel muscles, which seemed to contain infinite power.
Then he punched out and faced the five flying swords like meteorites.
Boom! !
The world-dominating fist power and the natural sword power clashed together.
After a brief lag, a world-famous sword collapsed and flew out. There were even cracks, and air flow spurted out like a tsunami.
The city wall cracked loudly, and pieces of compacted bricks flew out, shooting out in all directions like meteors.
A series of miserable cries immediately sounded around the city wall. Some people watching the excitement had no time to dodge, and they immediately suffered a disaster, as if they were hit by a cannonball. It was horrifying to see.
And the once unknown swordsmith from Xishu, now famous all over the world, Jian Jiuhuang couldn't help but look distressed.
These swords were intended to be given to the master for dinner and dinner, but now they have collapsed. In the words of the master, it means the spiritual energy is flowing out. No matter how good the dishes are, the taste and color will be far worse after being left for a few days.
In a way, Lao Huang is just a kind-hearted ordinary person who doesn't want to see others suffer, but has no ambition to save the world. There are only a few that can really take him to heart. Among them, the one who has the largest share and is almost as good as His Royal Highness is the master who loves to eat swords.
But Jian Jiuhuang had no time to think about that much.
After Wang Xianzhi's fist broke "Nine Thousand Miles", it hit him.
Old Monster Wang didn't want to kill anyone, he just wanted to keep punching.
He won't deliberately hold back his fists. Since he is out to challenge the world's second best, he must be prepared to be beaten to death by him.
Buzz! !
Suddenly, a trembling sound sounded.
The sound was clear and clear, as if coming from the sky.
Getting closer, getting closer.
When the residents of Emperor Wu City and martial arts masters looked up, they saw a flying giant approaching from the sky, dragging a sharp light, which was dazzling at the sight.
Only the second-level pinnacle masters and a few first-level masters could clearly see that it was a sword light, and what prompted the sword light was a dark long sword.
Uh-huh! !
The sword light flew towards the top of the city and clashed with Old Monster Wang's fist. The fist was almost exhausted. He spun in the air and was held in Old Huang's hand again.
"This sword intention is from the old sword god and...Murong Tonghuang?"
Of course, Old Monster Wang did not take advantage of the victory. He frowned slightly, looked at his fist, and tasted it carefully.
In the past, it was still Li Chungang's world. Wang Xianzhi, as a rising star, challenged Li Chungang and lost six out of seven. In the last battle, Li Chungang was unwilling to open the gate of heaven with his sword because he cherished his talent. He ruined his reputation and had his horses and trees broken. He walked down the mountain freely and achieved the reputation of Emperor Wang Xianzhi and Wang Wu.
Precisely because of this, Wang Xianzhi claimed to be the second best in the world. She admired Li Chungang for his romantic style and was willing to give up the throne of the best in the world to him.
Of course Wang Xianzhi was very familiar with Li Chungang's sword intent. Even if twenty years had passed, he would never admit his mistake.
As for the other sword intent, it can keep pace with Li Chungang's sword to open the sky, or even faintly surpass it. I'm afraid even the Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a can't do it.
In this way, there is only the "One Sword Brilliant Sky" Yulian City.
Wang Xianzhi showed a hint of interest, but was not in a hurry to take action. She looked at Jian Jiuhuang holding the "Love Sword" with her hands behind her back, as if she was deep in thought and enlightenment.
One sword can open the sky, and a gift of a sword can make a thousand miles. Gifting a sword is second, but giving a gift of swordsmanship is the key.
After a while, Jian Jiuhuang opened his eyes, pointed the tip of the sword diagonally at the ground, and said loudly: "Murong Tianzun gave Sword Eleven 'Half Limitless' as a gift. Please give me some advice from City Master Wang."
If Xu Fengnian were here, he would probably be slapped red. Although Lao Huang showed off his missing front teeth whenever he spoke, which looked ridiculous, his masterly demeanor was almost overflowing now.
Wang Xianzhi made a gesture of invitation.
Jian Jiuhuang stepped out in one step.
With a wave of his arm, the sword light flew twenty feet away. It was brilliant, vast and boundless, and it lived up to its reputation of being semi-boundless.
Wang Xianzhi chuckled.
Raise your fist.
Smash it down.
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One day later, Xu Fengnian received a secret letter in Wudang Mountain, with a small seal written on the outside of the envelope, Yin.
Xu Fengnian was not surprised by this. It was an open secret that everyone knew that his father, Dazhuguo, had dead people of the Earthly Branch around him, just like shady demons. Some are good at Qi Men Dun Jia, some are good at heresy, and some are good at killing people invisible.
Xu Fengnian found that this letter was something like an itinerary introduction. The text was straightforward and recorded Lao Huang's trip to the East China Sea. Everything was recorded one by one.
The previous ones were all trivial matters, nothing exciting and surprising, and they only occasionally brought back His Highness the memories of the six thousand miles journey.
And the end is written like this.
"When sword nine came out, it was like a hanging Milky Way pouring down thousands of miles, destroying the sleeves of Wang Xianzhi's right arm. When sword ten came out again, Wang Xianzhi praised him for returning to his original nature and his ingenuity, and then broke it with one punch."
Xu Fengnian slapped her thigh and said, "What a weird old man Wang, he is really powerful." He read hurriedly, wanting to know what happened next, and a thought swirled in his mind.
Lao Huang, please don't let anything happen to you.
"The light of the sword came from far away and flew thousands of miles away. Later, I found out that I borrowed the sword from Murong Tonghuang and Li Chunggang. Sword Jiuhuang realized Sword Eleven and held the sword to 'seize love'. The power of the sword was majestic and boundless. Wang Xianzhi fought with all his strength. Half the city wall collapsed.
Attachment 1: The name of the Nine Swordsmen is "Liu Qianli", the name of the Ten Swordsmen is "Nine Thousand Miles", and the name of the Eleven Swordsmen is "Ban Wuya", which was said by Jian Jiuhuang himself.
Attachment 2: Jian Jiuhuang After one sword, his energy failed and he fell down the city wall. When he fell, he took back all the swords, including the Huanglu left behind in the previous battle.
Appendix 3: In this single battle, no one in the world dares to say that Sword Nine Huang Yuan is inferior to the sword god Deng Tai'a.
Attachment 4: After Sword Eleven, Wang Xianzhi's palms were bleeding, and they did not heal for a long time. He looked north and seemed to be saying to himself, "If you don't come to find Wang within a year, Wang will come to find you." "
Xu Fengnian drank three bowls of green ant wine in a row.
"It's so happy! It's so happy! It's so happy! It's so damn happy!!"
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