Zhou Wu said that he had practiced swords for ten years, but Meng Xueli said that it was not too late for a gentleman to borrow swords for ten years, which sounded like a joke.
On the edge of the cold lake in Yaping, the two were more than ten feet apart, and more than a hundred people around them were staring at the field intently.
At this moment, a voice sounded not far away: "Why are you all gathering here if you don't practice swords in the morning?"
This sound fell, and among the black inner disciples, a wide passage was opened, followed by whispering voices.
"Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Li, and Senior Brother He are here."
"What a coincidence, I can't fight now!"
About twenty or thirty people came, led by three young people, who walked into the arena, blocking Meng Xueli's sight.
Zhou Wu said to his companions through voice transmission: "No wonder the surnamed Meng is not good, they must have tipped off the news."
He didn't return his sword to the sheath, and sneered at the young man in charge: "Zhang Suyuan, today I will compare swords with Elder Meng fairly. The sword game has been decided, so don't meddle in your own business."
Zhang Suyuan shook his head: "Elder Meng's qi refining is complete, and you have already advanced to the 'Barrier Breaking Realm'. How can you be fair by relying on the strong to bully the weak?"
Wu Jing, who was behind Zhou Wu, took the lead and said, "That's just his own inadequacy in his studies. When he arrived in the secret realm of Vast Ocean, was someone let him?"
Zhang Suyuan ignored Wu Jing and turned to the other disciples, his tone slowed down:
"When Master Ji Xiao was alive, Han Shan became famous because of him, and my generation was blessed by him. After he passed away, it is our duty to take care of his young and weak Taoist companions. My Han Shan Sword Sect has been passed down for many years, and it is by helping each other and strengthening Only those who protect the young and unite against the enemy will prosper. Okay, let’s all go back to practicing swords.”
He is known to be prestige among the inner disciples, and someone immediately echoed: "Senior Brother Zhang's words are reasonable. Think about it carefully."
"It sounds nice, you are being generous to others!" The disciple of Zhou Wu's faction shouted, "If you are asked to avoid the battle in the secret realm and give up your ranking, would you be willing?!"
Zhang Suyuan said lightly, "It's not impossible."
Zhou Wu sarcastically said: "The three of you are willing to contribute, why did this 'good job' not fall on your heads? I dare not say that the real person in charge is not fair, I just blame myself for my bad life!
"Who doesn't know, last month, you found a genius with innate swordsmanship in a remote rural area, and you were successful in guiding him to entry, so you were rewarded handsomely by the deacon hall. It turns out that the 'hard chores' are all yours, only the 'good errands' are willing to Give us."
He deliberately said the opposite, the atmosphere of the crowd changed slightly, and there was a faint confrontation with the sword drawn.
Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there is still a small party such as the "Yangji Party" in the Law Hall. How can there be no faction between inner disciples with more complicated origins
Now the inner disciples of Hanshan are divided into two factions, one is the direct disciples of Wufeng Peak Master, headed by Zhang Suyuan.
One faction is the family descendant of the Supreme Elder, and only Zhou Wu's four follow suit.
Cui Jing, the master of the eldest disciple, was originally supposed to lead and control the inner disciples, and his status was equivalent to Jing Di in Mingyue Lake. But he imitated the real person Ji Xiao, who practiced in seclusion all the year round, ignored the affairs of the sect, was indifferent and said few words, and did not get close to anyone.
The sects of such behemoths as Hanshan have a long history of factions.
Except for the five peaks, there are many cave dwellings in the valleys, most of them are from the cultivating family of the elder Taishang, the Huaishui Zhou family.
Ji Xiao's master, who was regarded as the younger brother of the Supreme Elder, unfortunately died in his early years. Ji Xiao has no blood relatives or descendants, and has no apprentices. He lives alone in Jietianya, and his status is detached.
However, since his senior brother Hu Si broke with the elder Taishang and left Hanshan with anger, Ji Xiao and the elder Taishang have become estranged and stiff.
The real person in charge is focused on the overall situation, and he has mediated many times, but to no avail.
After Ji Xiao fell, the elder Taishang became the strongest in the Hanshan cultivation realm again. Many elders and disciples of his family felt the same sense and honor, and raised their eyebrows.
As for the sect master and the peak masters, they were all the nephews and nephews of the elders, so if the latter scolded them, they had to grit their teeth.
Meng Xueli didn't understand these complicated old things.
The snow was flying, the cold pool was cold, and he just wanted to go back early to warm up.
So he took two steps forward and said to Zhang Suyuan and the others: "I know your good intentions, the sword game can't be turned around, let's talk after the fight."
The round-faced cultivator of the famous masterpiece Li Wei took the lead and said: "Don't be afraid, when the real person is alive, befriend my master, and I still have a sword in the main hall of the Chongbi Peak... If there is a difference between the two sides of the sword, it is not a fair sword. Bureau, this is not a comparison, nor is it a bad rule. We will escort you back."
Meng Xueli thought, "Okay, there are Jixiao real-life calligraphy treasures everywhere, but I don't have them.
He shook his head: "I'm not afraid, but half a cup of tea, get out of the way."
The three Zhang Suyuan were stunned and refused to give way.
Meng Xueli had no choice but to whisper, "My Taoist companion has left many powerful instruments, especially powerful ones."
The three suddenly realized that they understood his intentions. Zhang Suyuan urged: "Then you must be the first to shoot, the sooner the better." After that, he led people to retreat.
Only Xiao Daotong's face was pale and his eyes were red. Meng Xueli patted his head and whispered, "Half a cup of tea is a lie, close your eyes and count to thirty, and I'll be back."
The two swordsmen finally parted ways and greeted each other.
At this time, the dawn is shining in the east, the sky in the west is still dark blue, and the half moon shadow is looming.
The ice surface of the cold pond is cold and hard, and there is a thin layer of fresh snow.
In the morning breeze, the dead trees by the pool looked like old men at dusk, their branches trembling.
Contrary to such a desolate scenery, it is a restless and enthusiastic atmosphere of more than 100 people among the open cliffs and flats.
Zhou Wudao: "Since there is a gap in realm, if I can't beat you within three moves, it will be a draw. That's not bullying."
The True Essence in his body was infused with the Blazing Sun Sword, and the sharp qi overflowed from his body, covering the cold pool in an instant. Centered on the point of the sword tip, the thin snow on the ground melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing brown soil.
It was the first time that the disciples outside Lunfa Hall saw such a scene, and they couldn't help but stare at it with bated breath.
Meng Xueli smiled: "I'm an elder, I'll let you do a trick. In this way, it's not like the big bully the small."
As soon as he finished speaking, a bright sword light on the opposite side cut through the wind and snow. The distance of more than ten feet seemed to not exist, and it was in front of him in the blink of an eye!
The sword shadow is like a flying rainbow. Wherever it passes, waves of surging heat are set off, the snow in the cold pool evaporates in an instant, and the vast white mist rises and fills the air.
Meng Xueli was shrouded in a blazing sword light, and the 'Linchi Willow' shook violently in his hand. His thin figure was like a weak willow branch in a gust of wind, swaying.
This moment was too short, Zhang Suyuan and the others only had time to cross a thought: It's over, Zhou Wu grabbed the opportunity, and Elder Meng was frightened.
"It's the White Rainbow Sun-penetrating Sword!"
When the sword light slashed down, some disciples could not bear to watch with their eyes closed, while others saw... Meng Xueli disappeared out of thin air like a ghost.
Zhou Wu, who was closest to him, didn't know what was going on, and before he could change his tactics, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the Dazhui acupoint behind him.
In the vast white fog, Meng Xueli's short body passed the Chi Yang Jianfeng, and at the same moment, the rapier in his hand was reversed, like a spear returning to a horse and stabbing.
He didn't even turn his head back completely, and half-intuitively, he stabbed the sword.
Zhou Wu suddenly dashed forward two steps, horrified, turned around and slashed again.
His true essence was exhausted, and the sword light soared, like a blazing waterfall of light, gushing out from the sword body.
Right at this moment, Meng Xueli held the hilt of the sword in one hand and the scabbard in the other, and opened his bow from left to right, as if he was attacking with two knives.
Zhou Wu subconsciously dodged the sword edge, but the blade of the 'Linchi Liu' did not hold any real essence, it just faltered.
The Chi Yang sword was ready, the two of them made moves at the same time, Meng Xueli was faster.
In a flash of light and flint, Meng Xueli's green scabbard slammed into Zhou Wu's chest!
Only a clear cracking sound was heard, and a white shadow flew straight towards the cold pond.
"Boom, boom—" There were two loud noises, like thunder.
The dead tree by the pool is broken, and the ice surface is broken!
Zhou Wu fell to the bottom of the pool!
Meng Xueli retracted his sword and scabbed it, and walked to the side of the court. Behind him, broken ice and pool water splashed, sending a huge wave of ten meters into the sky.
"Whoa!"
The waves fell like violent rain.
Meng Xueli retrieved the hand stove from Daotong's arms: "You can open your eyes now."
Liu Xiaohuai's voice was trembling, tears streaming down her face: "Twenty-six."
The whole Yanjianping was a mess, and there was no sound.
Everyone was unprepared and could not avoid it, as if they were poured down by a basin of ice water.
Finally a sharp voice broke the silence: "This is impossible! I don't believe it!"
Zhou Wu, who had practiced swords for ten years, was easily defeated by Meng Xueli, who did not understand swords, holding a soft sword that was unprofessional, ridiculous and resentful
No one understands how this all happened.
"I didn't see it clearly, what's going on?"
Zhang Suyuan murmured, "I expect the enemy to take the lead."
Under the gap of true essence, only relying on absolutely accurate strength, angle, and timing, can it really be done to this extent
Zhou Wu's faction, the disciples were in an uproar, Wu Jing rushed out of the crowd: "What sorcery are you using, it's not swordsmanship at all!"
Meng Xueli had already put on the cape, but shook his head helplessly and said, "I have never practiced swords before."
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