The Taoist looked at the sword from the other side and was amazed. The sword intent and spirit of Wang Xiaoping's sword is enough to be called the pinnacle of swordsmen in the world, and it can no longer be simply called a talisman sword or a sword move.
There is a very important reason why generations of swordsmen have been able to rise and fall in the martial arts world. Sword masters, when they are happy, can often ignore the realm. The sword enters the sky, even breaks the bottleneck, and directly ranks among the land gods.
The long blue dragon with full body and spirit is hundreds of feet long, suspended beside him, like Wang Xiaoping carrying a sword on his shoulder.
As this Wudang Mountain Taoist priest of Daxuantong hollowed out a section of the river, the tilting boats on the river flowed into the Guangling Waterway along with the subsequent river water. It happened to be a thrilling scene, and everyone's mind was swaying. It was probably Wang Xiaoping's. The mood is very upright and peaceful, and all the viewers are surprised but not afraid. As the rushing turbulent river filled the waterway again, the ferry passengers just took the opportunity to have a glimpse of the fairy demeanor. Some ferry passengers who had rushed upstream also took out their money and desperately asked the owner to turn the bow and go down with the water. The reason why they were not afraid of being hurt by the fish in the pond was that they found that the tip of the sword began to shift, moving to the bank, and the old man in sackcloth who was standing on the river also swept ashore, changing the battlefield together.
Wang Xianzhi just touched the ground with his toes, and the green sword came straight at him, the distance between each sword was less than three zhang.
Wang Xianzhi changed from touching the ground with his toes to the solid ground, and the other toe touched the ground at the next step, without any dodging, he punched straight out.
The huge green sword suddenly "stopped" a foot away, blasting out a gorgeous spray, and then reduced to a puff of mist before disappearing.
The water curtain created by the collision of fist and sword energy seems to have no end.
This Baizhang water sword was badly damaged, shortening at a speed that can be seen by the naked eyes of the ferrymen on the river, and soon consumed the ten-zhang sword body.
Wang Xianzhi remained motionless, but as if his patience had worn off, he soon became unwilling to stand and be beaten. He stepped forward step by step, and swung a punch with his left hand. His new "sword tip" was able to smash the entire green sword so that the blade shook and swayed non-stop.
Countless slender and miscellaneous sword qi hidden in the green sword of Dashui began to shoot out in all directions, which was spectacular.
Afterwards, the old man, who had been roughly guessed by the ferryman as the city lord of Wudi City, punched every step of the way. Starting an offensive is like practicing martial arts, if you sail against the current, you will retreat if you don’t advance. When he withdrew his hand, the sword power that was originally blocked seemed to be waiting for this moment. layer boundary. Wang Xianzhi slid back a certain distance, jumped up lightly, and slapped it on the tip of the huge sword. The tip of the sword was forced downward, and the green sword penetrated into the ground, tearing the arch and creating a groove. It circled an arc under the ground, drilled out of the ground, and the arc continued until the blade finally formed a great circle. The tail of the sword was not far from Wang Xianzhi's feet.
The Taoists who practice hermitage and solitude in Longhu Mountain are deeply moved. In their eyes, this sword style is like jade and jade. The general principle is that the outer circle is like the sky, and the inner square is like the earth. In the past, the sword was in the Vajra Realm, and the sword in Jiejiang was Xuan. Now the half sword out of the scabbard is considered to be the aura of the Celestial Sword. Within the big circle, there is also the sword energy. In fact, the three belong to the same sword. This unfinished sword has never shown signs of decay, and the spirit is still rising. Even Wang Xianzhi didn't have a node that could switch between referring to Xuantian phenomena to stop him. Wang Xianzhi has been fighting against others for more than sixty years, and has almost never crushed anyone by relying on higher realms. The opponent has exhausted all his moves and energy, even if he loses to him, he has no regrets, so he restrained his fist before knowing the magic of Wang Xiaoping's sword's instant ascension in advance. At this moment, facing the "Yuan Bi Yi Jian" full of form and meaning, Wang Xianzhi lowered his hands and raised them, taking advantage of the situation to "lift" the two purple and green auras of different colors, making swords and swords respectively.
The Taoist laughed softly: "It's not common for Wang Xianzhi to take up weapons to meet the enemy."
Suddenly holding a sword and holding a knife, Wang Xianzhi, who is already strong, is even more imposing, like a god who descended into the world.
But Wang Xianzhi didn't give out any complicated and ingenious moves, just a horizontal knife and a vertical sword, the horizontal knife cuts the jade bi, and the vertical sword cuts the green water.
A piece of priceless jade bi was smashed to the cold and hard ground, and the scene was extremely dazzling.
The situation changed so quickly that even the Taoist who practiced in Longhu Mountain had a blur in front of his eyes. When he looked again, he saw that the fifty-foot long blue half-sword was torn apart. The Taoist thought that Wang Xiaoping's Tianxiang Banjian was the ultimate, but he soon realized that he had underestimated this Wudang sword idiot who had been down the mountain for many years. Jiao Hong Xixiang almost achieved both bear's paw and shark's fin, but he went down the mountain too hastily, and the self-propelled soldiers left the world more quickly, so Wang Xiaoping had to take up a sword at the worst. Taoists have lived in Longhu Mountain, the ancestral home of Taoism, for so many years. They have always felt that Wudang Mountain is too humane. People change slightly.
Wudang has eighty-one peaks toward the top.
Around Wang Xianzhi, there are eighty-one swords of different lengths and thicknesses. The tips of the swords point to the sky at the same time. The posture of the Lingxi sword and the majestic mountain are completely consistent, so that Taoists who are quietly watching from a distance can easily recognize the names of the mountain peaks each symbolized by the eighty-one swords.
Wang Xianzhi smiled lightly. Whether it was Qi Xuanzhu sitting high on the Demon Slayer Platform or Hong Xixiang riding a crane to the south of the Yangtze River, he had never had "common knowledge" with Wang Xianzhi at the beginning, but he had to regret it. He once had a way to study For many years, at first it was intended to target Qi Xuan frame, and later Qi Xuan frame was said to be immortal, and then a descendant of Wudang who lived in the sword town of Longhu Mountain appeared with great difficulty, Wang Xianzhi picked up that trick again, and continued to silently check for omissions and make up for vacancies, but only again A disappointment, in the end there was never a chance to make a move. Since Wang Xiaoping didn't let him down, Wang Xianzhi no longer restrained himself deliberately, squatted on his knees slightly, and acted like the overlord carrying the power and pulling the mountains and rivers. When the eighty-one sword flew across the big top, a gorge wall that was far more spectacular than the boulder was also uprooted abruptly.
The stormy sea shook the ground and the mountains shook.
Everyone in the world mistakenly believes that the supernatural power of moving mountains and seas is just an absurd legend in that strange novel.
At this time, the ferrymen on the river saw it with their own eyes, and their livers were so frightened that many people knelt down on the bow of the boat, not daring to look at the flying mountain that blocked the sky.
One mountain suppresses eighty-one peaks.
What is even more unbelievable is the fact that Wang Xianzhi himself is also in the field of Feishan's suppression.
Obviously, Wang Xianzhi wants to use this to overwhelm Wang Xiaoping, the old man has moved mountains, if you can't break even the mountains, how can you talk about winning or losing with Wang Xianzhi!
A cliff crashed down.
Dust filled the sky on the bank of the Guangling River, and the loud noise pierced the eardrums.
Wang Xiaoping dug out a section of water from a great river to make a great sword unique between heaven and earth, but the missing wooden sword is the root. The sword is undoubtedly a great challenge to Wudang Mountain where Lu Zu preached.
Wang Xiaoping's sword is a new sword, and Wang Xianzhi's mountain is also a new mountain.
On the top of the new mountain, the white-haired old man, who is very old in this river and lake, stands with his hands behind his back, his linen clothes not stained with dust.
The half-moved new sword did not just disappear, but broke through the mountain, leaving only one of the eighty-one swords.
The water sword is only three feet long, but the sword energy is ten feet long.
From the Baizhang Qingshui long sword, the remaining ten zhang sword energy.
Wang Xiaoping seems to have been defeated repeatedly, but in the eyes of the experienced Taoist, it is not easy for Wang Xianzhi to win on the top of the mountain. His thick hemp sleeves are already in dilapidated condition. He probably didn't care too much when he bent his knees to move the mountain. The offshoot is caused by the exhalation of the majestic energy, and the hemp on the knees has also changed from being tightly woven to slightly loose.
The Taoist looked at the narrow but long flying sword outside the mountain, with some fear in his eyes.
Tit for Tat.
As expected of the most stubborn sword idiot on Wudang Mountain, you, Wang Xianzhi, use flying mountains to suppress swords, and I, Wang Xiaoping, use flying swords to take your head.
Ninety-five out of ten miles are the most difficult, especially for mountaineering.
If you want to completely break Wang Xiaoping's sword, you have to climb a mountain, and the more you go, the more difficult it is.
So is the sword.
The one with the sword
Is it because you want to go back to the mountains for the last time to see old people, right
The Taoist sighed a little, is this the sword heart that Wang Xiaoping finally realized and pursued all his life
In Longhu Mountain, there has been a Daoist Feisheng in the past dynasties. In the past three hundred years, his power has far surpassed that of Wudang, but it seems that there has never been such a sword.
The old Taoist couldn't help but his eyelids trembled.
The sword is out!
Wang Xianzhi yelled angrily, bumped head-on, guessed a big crater on the top of the crumbling flying mountain with each step, trampled the mountain down several feet with each step, broke the sword energy, and pushed the sword tip with one palm.
People can die, swords can be destroyed.
A seven-foot man has a three-foot sword, and the man and the sword are still alive.
Non-refundable!
Sword energy, sword intent, and sword edge were all destroyed inch by inch.
Wang Xianzhi's steps also became extremely slow, her tall body and palms could only move forward inch by inch.
There was a hole in the palm.
When the number one person in the world finally smashed the three-foot sword with a unparalleled posture, not only was his palm bloody and bloody, but a trace of sword energy pierced a scarlet blood flower on his chest.
The sword energy dissipated behind Wang Xianzhi's back.
A sword has already pierced through Wang Xianzhi.
The old Taoist with the same surname as the emperor of the Zhao family sighed heavily, Wang Xiaoping had a sword in his life, so he can be regarded as worthy of the sword in this life.
The Taoist suddenly opened his eyes wide, his heart trembled, and he looked towards the shore.
Wang Xiaoping is already dead
Almost no one noticed that when Feishan suppressed the sword, there was a flash of light and shadow in the sky.
It seems to be returning to the mountain for generations.
At that time, the middle-aged Taoist with the highest seniority in Wudang sat cross-legged, looking towards the river, with a haggard face, but a serene smile on his face. His warm smile had never been revealed in those years on the mountain, "Little brother, I can't wait until you come back!" home."
Wang Xiaoping closed his eyes, not looking at his last sword at all.
Therefore, that sword was Wang Xiaoping, who had regrets but had no regrets, the sword after his death.