Faced with He Zudao's "forcing him to marry", Zhen Zhibing could only say: "How dare you! How dare you! It's just..."
"Okay! If you don't dare, let's fight!"
"Please come in!" He Zudao immediately replied.
Zhen Zhibing looked at He Zudao with a gloomy expression, he had been completely aroused to anger.
No matter how badly he was beaten in the more than ten years after Cao Zhe's rise.
Going forward ten years, he was also the first person recognized by many people in the world, known as the 'Quan Zhen Sword Immortal'.
How can we allow a junior to keep jumping around on his face?
"It's better you invite me first!"
"You are a junior after all, so I will give you three moves." Zhen Zhibing said proudly, carrying a sword on his back.
Zhen Zhibing now has a foot-long beard under his lips, is wearing a black Taoist robe, has high sword eyebrows and sharp eyes, which makes him look like a man.
He Zudao stretched out his hand and summoned a long harp from a Taoist boy who was waiting on him.
Sitting cross-legged in mid-air, He Zudao waved his sleeves and played the piano. The sound of the piano flowed like a clear spring and spread around.
The sound of the piano contains profound mental skills, and with the aid of sound skills, it can easily lead people to a state of calm mind and no thoughts.
But how can such a method be considered an effective attack on Zhen Zhibing?
He Zudao was responding to Zhen Zhibing in this way. He Zudao took the three moves that Zhen Zhibing gave up, but he also returned them.
Don't take advantage of this.
Among the group of leaders standing at the entrance of Zixiao Palace, Cang Bi, the leader of Kongtong who didn't know that his own death star was flashing, was still frantically testing.
"Brother Qing Lingzi! This He Zudao must have been your Kunlun disciple back then!"
"Then he switched to Wudang, which was a huge loss of talent. Now that he is protecting Master Zhang like this, Brother Dao must feel very uncomfortable!" Cang Bi said in a low voice, thinking she was very quiet.
Qing Lingzi was already in his sixties and already had a calm mind. He had no interest in the turmoil in the world.
If Wudang hadn't held a martial arts conference this time, and he had long admired Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren, he probably wouldn't have come all the way from Kunlun to catch the excitement.
Faced with Cang Bi's whispering instigation, Qing Lingzi had no intention of answering, but Taoist Lingbao who was following him couldn't help but said: "Uncle Cang Bi once said that although Junior Brother He was once under my Kunlun sect, I Kunlun does not restrict the coming and going of disciples. Junior Brother He is honored to be the disciple of Zhenren Zhang, and I, Kunlun, are also honored."
Cang Bi sneered and said: "My nephew said it beautifully. Could it be that he also wants to join another school?"
Cang Bi, who had built the tomb for himself, didn't see it at all. The two disciples behind him also had something wrong in their eyes.
While the interlude in front of Zixiao Palace was going on, He Zudao had already put away his piano in mid-air, and then pulled out his sword against Zhen Zhibing.
The sword in He Zudao's hand was like a ray of green light, giving off a cold glow.
It is a rare magic weapon in the world.
But it’s Dugu Qiufei’s green light sword!
Of course, this sword was personally authorized by Dugu Qiubai for He Zudao to use.
His talent in swordsmanship was highly recognized by Dugu Qiufei.
Dugu Qiubai even taught He Zudao many sword-wielding techniques and moves in private.
He is more competent than Cao Zhe, a serious master.
There are mostly two ways for Cao Zhe to teach his disciples.
Either throw out the secret book and learn it if you can. If you can't learn it, just use the secret book to prop up the table.
Or he can practice with his disciples, pulling them directly into his spiritual world and feeling the rhythm and mystery of punching and sword dancing.
The teaching quality of the latter is of course extremely high.
It's just that Cao Zhe rarely leads his disciples to practice like this.
"What a sword!" Zhen Zhibing is also a lover of swords. When he saw the green light sword in He Zudao's hand, he couldn't help but sigh.
"Of course it's a good sword!" As soon as he finished speaking, He Zudao was already swinging his sword.
When the sword flew out, everyone felt an indescribable rhythm.
It was as if the clouds in the sky were moving with He Zudao's sword.
But He Zudao himself was like a flying fairy in the sky, holding a long sword and stabbing Zhen Zhibing.
This sword is very beautiful, as if it does not reveal any murderous intent.
But that kind of pride, like a cloud looking down on all living beings, is vividly displayed in this sword.
A layer of white hair stood up on Zhen Zhibing's vest in an instant.
Then the sword behind his back, driven by internal force, jumped out of the scabbard in an instant and fell into the palm of his hand.
The tyrannical sword energy was released unscrupulously, as if he wanted to release all the anger and grievances he had suppressed for more than ten years.
This hand actually has some hints of artistic conception and martial arts.
It's a pity that Zhen Zhibing failed to understand the key points in it after all, so it was just a grass-roots form, and there was a big gap between the sword used by He Zudao from all aspects.
Only the mighty sword energy is still somewhat interesting.
"What a pity!" Cao Zhe looked at Zhen Zhibing's sword movement and shook his head.
From the pine-grained wooden sword hanging on his waist, Dugu Qiubai's sound shook the wooden sword: "I'm just a swordsmith, what's the pity!"
"If he had been born earlier, he would have been just a wild ghost under my sword."
"As long as He Zudao is not bullied by his power, he can defeat him with no more than thirty moves." Dugu Qiubai said firmly.
Cao Zhe shook his head: "Senior, a leaf is blinding you!"
"Who said that Quanzhen Sword Immortal... only knows swordsmanship?"
"Thirty moves, it's too bullying!"
"To give him face, just say fifty moves!" Cao Zhe said casually.
In terms of attributes, Zhen Zhibing is certainly better.
But the competition is not just about attributes.
He Zudao was taught by famous teachers and had various unique skills to practice, so he was at the forefront of martial arts.
Wouldn't such an advantage be enough to smooth out the gap in attributes? Wouldn't it make Cao Zhe, the Wudang leader, somewhat incompetent?
During the conversation, sword energy and sword energy, sword edge and sword edge were already in opposition like the tip of a needle against the awn of wheat.
As expected, He Zudao did not retreat. No matter how strong Zhen Zhibing's sword energy was, his pride would not allow him to retreat.
In a sense, He Zudao and Huang Yaoshi are more like the same kind of people.
The collision of swords is a competition of internal strength.
Zhen Zhibing's inner strength has broken the boundaries and has extremely strong corrosive and aggressive attributes.
The innate skills that surpassed the former Wang Chongyang realm were pushed to the extreme by Zhen Zhibing.
At the same time, the meridians and acupuncture points in his body are constantly shifting, delivering more direct and huge internal force.
Zhen Zhibing wanted to directly use his power to overwhelm the opponent. At the moment when the sword tips collided, he could directly overwhelm He Zudao and end the battle with one blow.
Many spectators instinctively broke into a cold sweat for He Zudao.
Although they could not see through the transformation of energy in Zhen Zhibing's body, they could see that the strength and sharp sword energy contained in Zhen Zhibing's sword was rapidly increasing.
And He Zudao, who was gradually enveloped by the terrifying sword energy, was like a small boat in the storm, which could capsize at any time.
"Zhen Zhibing is too eager to get things done!"
"It seems that I guessed wrong just now. After this sword strike, He Zudao only needs three moves to defeat Zhen Zhidao." Cao Zhe looked up at the dark clouds above Zhen Zhidao and He Zudao and said with a smile. .
As soon as he finished speaking, Dugu Qiubai didn't wait for his reply.
He Zudao, who was under the impact of a gust of wind and rain, seemed to be about to retreat at any time, suddenly dropped the sword in his hand.
Put your fingers together and point in the air.
The green light sword was wrapped in sword energy, and actually split the light and turned into a shadow in mid-air.
Then it turned into dozens of real streams of light, scattering parabolas from different angles, and surrounded Zhen Zhibing from all directions.
When the crowd saw this scene, they were in an uproar.
Is this martial arts?
Isn't this the sword fairy's method in the storybook?
Facing He Zudao's sword that was full of Wudang Clan style, Zhen Zhibing's appearance of holding a sword and striking at close range made his reputation as a martial artist particularly funny.
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