"What road is the immortal pointing to?" Bai He murmured to himself, then smiled slightly, "Of course it's the road to heaven." He stretched out another finger and stabbed it into Zhao Xia Qiu's forehead.
"Get out of the way!" Xiao Sheng reminded.
But Zhao Xia Qiu ignored the warning. He spread out his two swords and took Bai He's finger head-on. His eyes turned purple in an instant.
"Oh?" Bai He raised his eyebrows, "Interesting."
Xiao Sheng shook his head and sighed: "Are you crazy?"
"I am a sword madman who came down from Mount Wudang." Zhao Xiaqiu gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, repelling Bai He's finger, and suddenly spread out his two swords, "The immortal points the way? Just you?"
Bai He took a step back and murmured, "What is your internal skill, the Xuanjun Seven Chapter Sword Art?"
Zhao Xiaqiu frowned and asked, "Have you seen it?"
"The secret record has been destroyed. Only a few pages of the scroll are left in Wudang. However, all those who practiced the scroll have either gone crazy or died." Bai He looked at Zhao Xiaqiu carefully. "But you have really mastered it. It's a pity that if you practiced the whole secret record, I would definitely not be your opponent. But with only this little Xuanjun Sword Technique, you are still vulnerable."
"You talk too much." Zhao Xiaqiu's two swords fell.
"Liang Yi Sword Technique: Three Lives." Bai He dodged to the side, "So that's how it is. This is the most complicated mental method of Taoism. Only by practicing the simplest sword can you achieve this."
"Shut up!" Zhao Xia Qiu raised his swords and cut Bai He's sleeves.
"You actually got two of the seven great swords of Wudang. It's a pity that both of them are broken." Bai He leaped back and then waved his finger at Zhao Xiaqiu.
A wisp of sword energy rushed towards Zhao Xiaqiu. Zhao Xiaqiu swung his sword and suddenly shouted angrily: "Sword of Xuanjun, help me ascend to heaven!"
The sword's momentum suddenly changed!
The two swords swept up like a hurricane and struck at Bai He one by one. The sword wind was so fierce that it forced the other people in the Demon City to retreat a dozen feet.
"When was the last time I saw him like this?" Xiao Sheng asked Ye Huo beside him.
Ye Huo thought for a moment: "It was when the city lord went to find him to join the Demon City."
"I haven't seen Xia Qiu like this for a long time." Xiao Sheng sighed softly, "It seems that Xia Qiu really regards Master Su and the others as his friends. He is willing to become a sword madman for his friends, just like he was willing to become a sword madman for his master back then."
Nine years ago, Wudang Mountain.
Autumn leaves falling.
An old man in a grey Taoist robe walked up the mountain step by step. He was already very old, with white hair and beard, and even his hand holding the wooden sword was shaking slightly.
"Uncle-master, why are you here?" the Taoist boy waiting outside the mountain gate asked in horror.
He is called Master's Uncle, but he was imprisoned in the back mountain because he made a serious mistake when he was young. According to the rules left by the Master, he cannot walk out of the back mountain in his life.
"I came because I wanted to." The old Taoist said calmly, and then walked past the Taoist boy.
"Li Chengde, you actually walked out of the back mountain!" A voice as loud as a bell came from the top of the mountain.
"I told you." The old Taoist raised his head, looked at the great hall on the top of the mountain, and shouted, "I wanted to come, so I came!"
Mountain peak, Sanqing Temple.
An old man in a purple Taoist robe was blocking the way with a sword in his hand. Unlike the hunchbacked Taoist climber, this old man stood straight, like a Taoist sword.
Wudang swordsman.
"A sword-transmitting ceremony is going on inside, you can't enter." The Taoist who blocked the road said in a deep voice.
"Among the seven swords of Wudang, one should be given to my disciple." The Taoist monk on the mountain climber said angrily.
"You are the sinner of Wudang." The Taoist who blocked the road said slowly.
"But my disciple is not!" replied the Taoist mountain climber.
"He worshipped you as his master, inherited your martial arts, and also inherited your sins. He is not worthy of possessing the Seven Swords of Wudang!" The Road Blocker looked at the wooden sword in the Mountain Climber's hand, "Just like you, you are only worthy of holding this wooden sword forever!"
"If I defeat you with this wooden sword." The mountain climber raised the wooden sword in his hand and pointed it at the road-blocking Taoist, "I will leave a sword for my disciple."
"Then you try it." The man who blocked the road said disdainfully.
On the mountain road, a young Taoist was running towards the peak in panic.
"Master, Master, you haven't really used a sword in many years. How can you compete with a Wudang swordsman?"
"Isn't it just the Seven Swords of Wudang? It doesn't mean you can become a sword immortal by using them. Why do you think so highly of them, Master?"
"Isn't the back mountain nice? It has beautiful scenery and is quiet. I don't like the front mountain Taoist temple at all!"
"Master! Wait for me!"
In the Sanqing Hall, the wooden sword was broken, and the old Taoist monk on the mountain was covered in blood. He lowered his head and looked at the Wudang swordsman on the ground. He only said three words: "I won." Then his body swayed slightly, and he fell to the ground with his head tilted back.
At this time, the young Taoist rushed into the Sanqing Temple and supported the fallen old Taoist: "Master!"
The old Taoist tried to smile and said, "Disciple, I have chosen for you the sword Fei Dao that suits you best among the seven swords."
"Master!" The young Taoist wiped his tears and said, "Stop talking."
"The sword that I haven't got in this life, you get it for me. The martial arts world that I haven't traveled through in this life, you, walk it for me." After the old Taoist said these last sentences, he finally closed his eyes.
A group of Taoist priests holding swords gathered around, but they did not dare to act rashly. They all looked at the Wudang swordsman who had already stood up, waiting for his orders.
"Wudang traitor Li Chengde disobeyed orders and left the back mountain without permission. He should have been severely punished, but since he is already dead, we will not hold him accountable and bury him in the back mountain." The Wudang swordsman coughed violently for a while before continuing, "His disciple Zhao Qiuxia, take Li Chengde's body back to the back mountain immediately!"
The young Taoist raised his head: "My master said that the sword is not a Taoist..."
"Shut up! How can a sinner like you be worthy of holding the Seven Swords of Wudang!" the Wudang swordsman said angrily.
"But you promised him." The young Taoist clenched his fists, "That's why he fought so hard."
The Wudang swordsman shouted: "That's just his wishful thinking..."
"Master, did you hear that? It's just your wishful thinking." The young Taoist gently put down the master's body, "Then I also have my wishful thinking."
"Do you want to fight with your fellow disciples?" The Wudang swordsman narrowed his eyes. He was seriously injured at this time and had no strength to fight anymore. However, in the hall were all young disciples who had the opportunity to inherit the Seven Swords. If Zhao Qiuxia took action, he would not have any chance.
"I want a sword."
On that day, a raging fire broke out in the Sanqing Temple on Wudang Mountain.
In the fire, a young Taoist came down the mountain carrying the body of his master, two swords in his hands.
The Seven Swords of Wudang: Fei Dao and Gui Lei.
Master, you only want one, so I will get two for you.
But the Seven Swords of Wudang are not worthy of me, let alone you, Master.
The young Taoist swung both hands and smashed the two swords together heavily.
Both swords were broken.
"Let's go, Master, and see the world you haven't seen yet."