Before and after the two Sui Xiegu with long eyebrows like the whiskers of a white dragon fell into battle, their burly figure remained as still as a mountain. This kind of behavior is not only the prudence accumulated by a hundred years of experience, but also the courage to challenge Li Chungang and Wang Xianzhi, two world firsts. Conceited, if you add Xu Fengnian who is now competing with each other, the three leaders of the Jianghu for a century have provoked him again. When Li Chungang returned from the Devil Slaying Platform, his mood was damaged, Sui Xiegu did not take advantage of the danger, and the question was still the same. It was the strongest hand, the two-sleeved green snake that Li Chungang had raised his swordsmanship to the extreme. Later, Wang Xianzhi was at the pinnacle of martial arts, no matter how he fought, he was the strongest player, but it was a pity that it was the groom who took the last half of the sword, because Wang Xianzhi was determined to hand over the final battle to Xu Fengnian who was far away in the northwest, but never In the conversation that Lupaoer was listening to at that time, Wang Xianzhi was definitely not something that Sui Xiegu could defeat in a single blow. This trip into Beiliang, of course Sui Xiegu didn't want to sacrifice his life for anyone, he wanted to charge and kill the enemy in the battle of recklessness, it was Xu Fengnian more, let this old sword eater who regards wealth and fame like floating clouds think about it High or low, Sui Xiegu is probably sure that Gao Shulu's physique that Xu Fengnian relied on before has disappeared, so the two of them will only be a "spiritual struggle" where killing people without bloodshed. It's just a matter of talking on paper, but in today's world, Sui Xiegu believes that a "stupid" like himself who dares to fight Xu Fengnian with all his heart and soul, has survived as many as one hand.
When Xu Fengnian was hostile to the old man, Wu Liuding and Cuihua jointly led the Baiqi of the Wu family to enter Liangzhou City, and came to Qingliang Mountain. After entering the palace, the road was unimpeded, and the Baiqi who abandoned their horses and walked The rest of the people walked to the other side of Tingchao Lake where the two masters were confronting each other. These withered swordsmen with long swords were lined up. Except for the idle young sword crown and the calm female sword attendant, the spirit of more than ninety people circulated. They are all drawn, and the state of Gujing's stagnant state of mind more or less begins to have ripples. People watching chess, even if they don't talk about chess, will inevitably put themselves in the game against others, especially for people watching swords. In this way, their minds will inevitably be affected. Among the more than ninety swords, most of them had dull faces. Even in the face of Ting Chao's rare peak duel in their lives, no one showed a shocked expression. There is a motto at the beginning of the Wu family genealogy, and death is like a gray sword. , that is, the heavy sword is more important than a person, forgetting the self and remembering the sword. Only in this way can the sword penetrate the mystery and enter the spirit. The Wu family advocates "holding the sword twice". One kind of holding the sword is like meeting a lover in love. The ancestors, focusing on the inheritance of the incense of the sword, often think about how the ancestors who hold this sword will live in the world.
Wu Liuding was squatting by the lake, and Cuihua was standing behind him with Su Wangjian on his back. On the left and right sides of the sword crown was a man of about forty years old, surnamed Zhu, who was so gloomy that he looked like a ghost in daylight. Under the background of another old man, even if he is unsmiling, he looks much kinder and kinder. The old man's back is very thin and long. The width of the sword is less than half that of ordinary swords, but the length of the sword is as long as two ordinary swords. The old man is short in stature. , the long sword is almost as tall as a person. These two people are very important in the sword mound of Wu's family where there are so many masters. The man who Wu Liuding privately called Zhu Demon was once Deng Tai'a's sworn enemy. The child has been dependent on each other since he was a teenager. For some reason, the two eventually turned against each other. And Helian Wu Chi, nicknamed Grandpa Marrying a Sword, is one of the few Northern Mang swordsmen in Jianzhong. The illegitimate son of the Wu family, Deng Tai'a, was the opponent of the battle when he came out of the tomb. , only in terms of his unique insights into the way of swordsmanship, he was praised by the ancestors of the Wu family as being the best.
The man surnamed Zhu folded his hands on his chest, and said sinisterly, "What is number one in the world? As long as those nails are removed, even I have a chance to kill him."
Although Wu Liuding didn't have a good opinion of Xu Fengnian, he was still impartial to people and things. In addition, he had always hated the devil Zhu who had killed several times in Jianzhong. The established fact of the mature fan, even if he stalks him, he still asks the ancestor to change his mind, and he must not let the tiger go back to the mountain. Both he and Cuihua have never believed that sixty nails can trap this person, so Wu Liuding sneered tit for tat: "Don't forget that Xu Fengnian at this time is Xu Fengnian without Gao Shulu's physique, and his strength has already been greatly reduced. Wang Xianzhi is not dead, how dare you say such things in Emperor Wudi City?"
The demon sneered and said: "Whether the old monster is dead or not, I wouldn't say that I can beat him, but since Xu Fengnian was beaten back to his original form, he was just a false No. 1 person in the world, why can't I say that? Can't kill him? As the sword crown of the Wu family, I don't even have the guts, it seems that the world is doomed to be inferior to each other, and the sword tomb of the Wu family is no exception."
Wu Liuding stared angrily, and when he was about to speak, Cuihua said softly, "Zhu Huang, after three days, we will decide who belongs to King Su."
Zhu Motou, who had coveted Su Wangjian for a long time, smiled, but there was an imperceptible trace of uneasiness in his fiery eyes. Wu Liuding became even more flustered, but he was too aware of Cuihua's nature, and he couldn't persuade her back with words, and it would be futile to spend a few big vats of saliva, unless his swordsmanship was better than hers. Wu Liuding suddenly realized that he was too content. He always felt that he would climb to the top of Jianlin one day, so there was no need to worry. Are you waiting for that day
The old man Helian who had been watching and listening to the scene in the Chao Pavilion suddenly said: "I have spent my whole life seeing, learning and understanding, disorganized and disorderly, like countless treasures, and I want to weave two seamless treasure curtains in my heart, but Constrained by my mediocre weavers and lack of energy, it is said that a good woman cannot cook without rice, which is helpless, and I am even more helpless. I have thousands of tons of rice but no cooking, so I have never been able to show these two curtains to the world. "
The old man turned his head to look at the young sword crown, and said slowly: "I thought you, Wu Liuding, could weave the double curtains, but time didn't wait for me. I'm already over eighty years old, and I don't have a few days to live. I may not be able to wait for you to realize the sword. On that day, now I am lucky enough to meet a ready-made... "
Wu Liuding said with a bitter face: "Grandpa Marry Jian, just keep your words in your heart, why say it to make me sad."
The old man smiled and said: "When our old man sees that our juniors are not motivated, we will always hate them for not fighting."
Wu Liuding sighed, turned his head and looked at the lake in a daze.
In addition to the most prestigious people in the Wu Family Sword Tomb, Zhang Luantai, the left-handed swordsman who once had a hearty battle with Gu Jiantang, Liu Jianzhi, who was in Tai'an City with Qi Jiajie, Yue Zhuowu, the young master of Xingzi Sword Stove, and Xishu Han Banjian, Cui Meigong, the sword monk, and Nalan Huaiyu, the women who have stood in the sword forest for many years, are all romantic figures who have been standing in the sword forest for many years. Ghosts and gods are very different, except for the charming scenery of autumn snow like winter snow and the slightly rippling lake, and the only eye-catching picture is that most of the more than a hundred members of the Wu family feel as if they are falling into the clouds, feeling confused, even Zhu Huang, He Lian Jianchi and Gongsun Xiushui, the top swordsmen, also moved their eyes slowly following that thing.
A chess piece was thrown high, fell before reaching the top, and was still jumping to a higher place.
Everyone has their own opinions. Gongsun Xiushui, the number one master in the Southern Tang Dynasty in the past, said to himself: "The young vassal king should have built a chessboard. The place where this piece took root was when the murderous intent was born. The long eyebrows Whether the old man can win depends on whether he can break the chess record before the chess pieces hit the ground."
The charming Nalan Huaiyu from back then smiled and said: "What kind of chess record, let me read it, that young handsome guy is just playing on airs, how come he is suave and suave, at his level, no matter how shallow his moves are, Being used by him, it can also cause thunder on the ground, isn't it just how it looks?"
Yue Zhuowu, who practiced ancient swords and was almost obsessed, shook his head and said: "Then you really underestimated this person, that old senior is full of sword energy, and his cultivation level may not necessarily be lower than Xu Fengnian's. There must be deep meaning in this move. How can the battle of life and death be child's play?"
The sword monk Wu Liuding often called Cui Dabald had a sheathless wooden sword "Dragon Wood" on his back. He touched his head and said with emotion: "The taste of Zen here is really good. This makes the poor monk remember When I passed by Chan Master Nagarjuna on the mountain behind the Liangchan Monastery, the old monk was covered in mud and carried a hoe. He walked towards me on the road and greeted me with a smile. I was just an ordinary monk in the monastery I just missed it. Thinking about it afterwards, I was really a person who attained the Tao of Liulishen. No wonder everyone said that the Xu family in Beiliang has been devoutly worshiping Buddha for twenty years, and every drink and peck is not caused by cause and effect."
The chess pieces began to fall.
Just when everyone thought that a world-shattering battle was about to start, He Lianjian was amazed and said suddenly: "It's clear."
Cuihua closed her eyes again, and Zhu Huang felt it almost at the same time, pursing her lips with a complicated expression, which seemed to be admiration, but also disdain.
Of the other ninety or so people, a few of them obviously had to slow down a bit, and most of them still didn't know the mystery, and were still waiting for the thunderous confrontation between the two sides.
I saw that chess piece lightly landed on the shoulder of the white-browed old man, and the old man's feet began to sink into the ground, until his knees hit the ground, and the extremely slow falling momentum was stopped.
Sui Xiegu looked away from Xu Weixiong, raised his hand and smashed the chess piece at will.
Then the old man raised his head, with a hint of resentment in his tone, "Whether it's you kid or Wang Xianzhi, after reaching the realm of heaven and man like you who pretend to be gods and ghosts, they are not as straightforward as they were back then. I don't think I am qualified enough to make you fight with all your strength." ?”
Xu Fengnian floated to the ground, and said calmly: "At that time, it's hard to say what Wang Xianzhi thought of the sword that entered the city. I can't do my best if I don't fight with you, senior."
Sui Xiegu asked with a sneer: "If I had taken action against Xu Weixiong's big flaw just now, wouldn't you be willing to work hard?"
Xu Fengnian didn't answer the question directly, but said with a smile: "Didn't the old man not make a move?"
Sui Xiegu didn't speak, but Xu Fengnian swept away, standing in front of Xu Weixiong.
Sui Xiegu didn't make a move before, but he intentionally bore the entire weight of this small thousand world, otherwise how could a chess piece sink his legs deeply. According to Taoist records, there was an immortal who pressed a reed to the top of Buzhou Mountain, causing the entire mountain to collapse. Regardless of whether this matter is true or not, even if it is true, it is obvious that before Yiwei fell on Buzhou Mountain, Dashan must have endured countless magnificent pressures. Sui Xiegu knew better than outsiders that the kid had set up a trap, and he had two choices, one was to kill Xu Weixiong, the other was to forcefully resist the weight of this small world. Regardless of Sui Xiegu's original intention, he still chose the more difficult latter option, which made the old man lose to Xu Fengnian in the eyes of onlookers.
Sui Xiegu didn't know what to think, he didn't want to let it go, and wanted to fight again.
Listen to the buzzing sound coming from the attic, like the chirping of countless mosquitoes and flies gathering together.
Xu Fengnian hesitated to speak, but finally remained silent.
I will be hurt but you will die.
Sui Xiegu, who knew the meaning of it, smiled, curled up a long eyebrow with his fingers, knotted it lightly, and asked, "How do you know if you don't try?"
The old man Helian sighed heavily, a little sad, "Why do you insist on this? Is the world's swordsmanship really going to turn from prosperity to decline in this generation?"
Listening to the instant silence in Chaoge Pavilion.
Only one sword swept out of the tall building.
The famous sword Shu Road.
Before Chu Lushan Qianqi opened Shu, there were swordsmen in blue shirts who opened Shu with one sword.
Xu Fengnian took a step forward, squatting slightly on his knees, with his right hand and fingers together, and his left hand holding the sword in the posture of holding a knife, pointing directly at Sui Xiegu, pointing at this sword-eating swordsman who had exchanged arms with the sheepskin fur old man before .
As far as Li Chungang is concerned, no matter how important the world is, it can be settled with one sword.
For Xu Fengnian, who was farther and farther away from the rivers and lakes, no matter how good the rivers and lakes are, as long as he is still the king of Beiliang, it will be a scenery that can only be seen across the river.
Even in that river and lake, there is still the back of the old man in sheepskin fur, Lao Huang's sword box, and Wen Hua's wooden sword.
He could only stay in Beiliang, just like Wang Xianzhi stayed in Wudi City.
He is in Beiliang and doesn't care about the affairs of the world, but this doesn't mean that anyone can come to Beiliang to make a move beyond the boundary.
At this moment, on the surface of Tingchao Lake, a large piece of purple gold lotus flowers that covered the entire lake suddenly burst out in full bloom.
In an instant, a purple golden body was formed, just like Gao Shulu back then.
Sui Xiegu looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, and suddenly vomited out of breath.
Spit out thousands of sword qi that have been swallowed for a hundred years.
In the extremely slow entry into Wudi City, Wang Xianzhi's four apprentices teamed up and seemed to be stopped by Yu Bridegroom for the last half of the sword. In fact, that sword was only a half sword, tangible but devoid of spirit.
At this moment, it was the complete sword that Sui Xiegu wanted to ask the number one person in the world.