The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 167 Where's the Sword?

Inside Poguan, it was very quiet, so quiet that one could clearly hear the breathing of the three people present.

The broadsword with a little fur on the scabbard lay on the ground under the sunlight, very conspicuous.

The sword is in the man, the sword is dead and the man is dead!
This is the standard for any qualified swordsman. For a qualified swordsman, even if they die, they will not let go of the long sword in their hands.

But right now, Gu Ming, the white-clothed swordsman who has risen to fame in the Jianghu for the past three years and is known as the number one swordsman in the world, has let go of his sword, not because of others, but because of himself!
If this scene was spread, no one in the world would believe it, but it happened right in front of my eyes!
Tang Jiu'er was dumbfounded, at a loss, but stared blankly at the white-clothed sword king in front of him, who was dressed in white with extraordinary prowess. At this moment, he seemed to be ten years older, and there was no longer that smirk between his brows. The air of arrogance, the confident smile no longer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His shoulders drooped all of a sudden, his hands were trembling slightly, and deep fear and confusion were revealed in his eyes.

What is he afraid of? !What is he confused about? !

Tang Jiu'er didn't know, she only knew that all this must have a lot to do with the mysterious Master Ziwu in front of her!
She guessed well.

Gu Ming was defeated, defeated by Mo Li's sword. Although Mo Li didn't have a sword in his hand, he never drew one.

However, for the two people whose kendo state tends to be at the peak of the world, sometimes they can tell each other's victory without using their swords.

Gu Ming has practiced swords for decades, and the snow mountain swordsmanship in the door has already been practiced to the point of perfection, and even comprehended the sword intent of the snow mountain swordsmanship. Once a sword is released, it is like an avalanche on a high mountain. , and with the majestic state of sweeping everything and destroying everything, there are few opponents in the world!

However, even such a cold and stern sword intent was vulnerable to a single blow from Mo Li's finger, or in other words, Mo Li's 'sword'.

In the sword intent displayed in that finger, Gu Ming saw at least ten traces of moves that defeated his own sword technique. Compared with the opponent's sword intent, it was like a firefly competing with a bright moon. It's that firefly, it's not worth mentioning, there's no way to compare it!

How ridiculous!
The swordsmanship that I have practiced for many years, the swordsmanship that I am proud of, the swordsmanship that has almost no opponent in the world, is actually just a firefly.

Nothing better than sitting in a well and watching the sky!
At this moment, Gu Ming only felt that the confidence he had accumulated over the years, the sword heart he had painstakingly rebuilt, and everything he was proud of were all destroyed by the opponent's sword!
Under such circumstances, how could he still be able to draw the sword, how could he still be able to lift the sword? !
"I... I lost..."

Gu Ming's lips twitched, and he said these four words with a heavy tone. As soon as he said these four words, it seemed that he had exhausted all his energy. He couldn't even stand properly, and his body trembled.

What is terrible about a swordsman is not his own failure, but the admission of his own failure!

A person who can't even hold a sword firmly is no longer a swordsman.

He turned around and walked towards the outside, his steps were flimsy, staggering, and when he passed the pothole, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

At this time, the sun was rising outside, full of vitality, but Gu Ming was full of old spirit, desolate beyond words.

And until his figure completely disappeared from the sight of the two of them, he never looked back again, and never took another look at the life-threatening long sword on the ground!
Looking at the direction Gu Ming left and the long sword on the ground, it took Tang Jiuer a long time to wake up from the shock and understand what happened.

She was saved, and she didn't have to be kidnapped to go to the Bright Summit of the Demon Cult's main altar.

But she couldn't care less about joy in her heart, because in her heart, there was another thing that shocked her far more than this one, and it was even more unbelievable!
When the invincible sword king in white was defeated, he was defeated in this dilapidated Taoist temple, at the hands of Master Ziwu!

Moreover, he not only admitted his failure with his own mouth, but also kept the sword that was regarded as his life!
Although he didn't understand how Master Ziwu defeated Gu Ming, Tang Jiu'er was very self-aware. Compared with these world's top masters, his martial arts were still too low, and it was common for him not to understand.

However, who exactly is Master Ziwu, who has such martial arts, not only scaring Zhuang Zheng away with a piece of wood, but also defeating Gu Ming, the number one swordsman in the world, with just one face-to-face!
Since he has such a high level of martial arts, what else can be difficult for him in the Jianghu? Why can't he hear anything about his deeds and reputation in the Jianghu? Looking at a statue of a god, killing time day after day, year after year?

The hero is sad about the beauty pass, could it be that Master Ziwu was hurt by love?

Tang Jiu'er was extremely curious about Master Ziwu who was wearing a blue Taoist robe in front of her. The woman's intuition told her that there must be a very exciting and touching story hidden behind him, which must be far beyond her imagination.

Enduring the pain in the soles of her feet, she forced herself to stand up, saluted Li Yingying, and said, "Thank you, Master, for saving your life."

A soft sigh sounded in the ear of the girl in the red dress. When she saw this mysterious expert who had defeated Gu Ming by inexplicable means just now, there seemed to be a flash of determination in her dead eyes.

"Let's go..."

After sitting for three years, what should be faced must be faced...

"Let's go...? Master, you are not living in seclusion anymore?!"

Tang Jiu'er said in shock.

"The Devil's Cult broke its feathers here twice, and this place is no longer a place for pure cultivation."

Mo Li walked out slowly.

Yes, first Zhuang Zheng was scared away, and then Dharma king Gu Ming was defeated here. With the usual style of the devil's religion, there will be a steady stream of people looking for him after that. Massive!
She looked at the statues and altars in the temple, but finally her eyes stayed on the broad sword on the ground, and said, "Master, what should we do with this sword?"

This is the sword of the world's top swordsman. Under this sword, countless masters have retreated, and their records have shined!
Mo Li stepped forward without looking back, and said, "If you want it, bring it."

This is for me!

Tang Jiu'er was overjoyed, and a happy smile appeared on her pretty face. Taking the sword of the King of Swords back and showing it to grandpa will scare the eyes of many people in the castle!

When she lifted the broad sword, she felt her hand sinking, and then she walked towards the door, but the soles of her feet were hurt by Gu Ming's true energy, and it was inevitable that she would be inconvenient to move for a while.

As she walked outside with some difficulty, she asked, "Master, where are we going?"

When Mo Li stepped out the door, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, which was completely different from the old and dilapidated palace, as if he had gone from a dead place to a world of mortals.

where to goWhere can I go?
After three years of dry sitting, is this river and lake still the same river and lake as before?
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Inside the cave, a group of Mingjiao disciples were waiting.

King Yin Ye was dressed in white, his folding fan was shaking slightly, and his expression was leisurely.

Behind the group of scattered people and banner owners, all looked relaxed. Although some people looked out of the cave to check the movement from time to time, none of them showed any worry. After all, the prestige of the sword king in white has In the rivers and lakes, almost no one knows.

Those Mingjiao masters who have never reached the first-class martial arts are still studying the piece of wood with the word "Tui", but they are too far away from the level of sword intent, no matter how they look at it, they can't see why. Hidden a little charm of swordsmanship.

Of course, if one can understand the sword intent without being first-class, then with one's aptitude and comprehension, sooner or later he will reach the pinnacle.

"I said, with Gu Fawang's swordsmanship, go to deal with this little Taoist, Zhuang Banner Master, how many moves do you think will be used?" Peng Yingyu asked suddenly, but she had waited for a long time, and she couldn't help feeling a little bit impatient.

Zhuang Zheng frowned slightly. This question was really not easy to answer. With his knowledge, he could naturally see the horror of the sword intent contained in the wood.

However, those who go to the teaching are not mediocre, but the most outstanding swordsman in the world. A year ago, the old nun of Emei extermination relied on the sharpness of the world's number one magic soldier Yitian sword, and she barely fought against the white sword king a tie.

With the martial arts of the sword king in white, it is self-evident who wins and who loses, but when it comes to several moves, Zhuang Zheng feels that the Taoist is not so easy to be taken down.

He thought about it carefully, and said seriously: "In my opinion, although King Gu Fa's swordsmanship is the best in the world, but if he wants to win, he must at least use a hundred moves!"

"Hundred tricks?!"

Peng Yingyu sneered, and said: "I see that the older you are, the less courageous you are. Although that Taoist's sword intent is powerful, it is nothing if he can hold fifty moves under Gu Fawang's hands. How can you do more than a hundred moves? You are too much!" Look up to that Taoist!"

"Fifty tricks?!"

Zhuang Zheng's pupils narrowed slightly, just as he was about to speak out to refute, suddenly, only one person said:

"Ten tricks!"

When the two heard the words, they turned sideways and took a closer look, but they could see that the person who spoke was Yin Yewang who was shaking his folding fan with a calm demeanor.

"Young master, you said last night that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people. You also used Daoist Zhang as a metaphor. You have also seen the sword intent of that Taoist. It is not to be underestimated. Although King Gu Fa has high martial arts, he wants to defeat him with ten moves. , there must be some..."

When he was talking about something, he stopped. The implication was that everyone knew that he looked too highly on Gu Ming and underestimated the hermit Taoist too much.

King Yinye shook his folding fan lightly, and said with a soft smile, "It's because you don't know how powerful Gu Fawang is. Since he finished challenging the world's masters a year ago, he couldn't retreat immediately, and turned all the experience he accumulated in the past two years into the qualifications for his own promotion. Liang, his martial arts and swordsmanship is far superior to that of a year ago."

Speaking of this, he paused, and said: "Even my father said it himself, if he hadn't made some progress in practicing the Great Teleportation of the Universe in recent days, he wouldn't be sure of victory against King Gu."

The leader is not sure of victory!
Everyone in the room was shocked when they heard this. It must be known that the eagle king with eagle claws has been famous for nearly [-] years. With her martial arts being the highest, it was only because Zishan Dragon King was a woman that the rest of them gave way, so she was ranked second.

In recent years, after he took over as the leader, under the pressure of powerful enemies outside, he has made great progress in practicing the Great Teleportation of the Universe, and his martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds. He is much better than before!

And Gu Ming, who is only in his early thirties this year, is probably less than half of Yin Tianzheng in terms of age, and his martial arts are actually comparable to the leader? !
With such martial arts at such an age, he will be the leader of the school in the future...

This thought flashed through them, and they felt Gu Ming's terror in their hearts. No one doubted that the White-browed Eagle King would tell lies. Everyone in the sect knew that the White-browed Eagle King was arrogant all his life, and he would not praise others easily. Since he said so, then Gu Ming must have such martial arts!

"Unfortunately, King Gu Fa was born at an untimely time. If he had joined the sect a few years earlier, how could he have made the sword god more beautiful than before?" Peng Yingyu sighed.

The name Sword God is like a taboo. The moment Peng Yingyu mentioned it, the whole cave fell into an eerie silence, and many people's pupils showed a bit of fear.

It's not their fault, but Mingjiao has suffered too many losses under this name from top to bottom, and his martial arts are indeed profound and terrifying. Most of them have witnessed it with their own eyes. Witnessed the battle between Li Li and Yang Xiao!

Peng Yingyu naturally hated Moli, the Wusanren were different from the Four Dharma Kings, they had an irreversible friendship with each other, and they all supported the Green Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao, but the Bat King died tragically under the sword of Mo Li, he was the only one among the Wusanren Zhou Dian also failed to escape from Li Li's clutches!
"It's not too late now, that person has already disappeared in the rivers and lakes. After the event is completed, I will rush to Wudang Mountain to avenge the seniors in the sect. When the time comes, I will let King Gu Fa lead the team." King Yin Ye laughed. .

Without Zhang Sanfeng, without Mo Li's Wudang faction, in his eyes, it is not worth mentioning.

"It's back, it's back!"

While everyone was discussing, a cheering voice suddenly came from outside the cave: "King Gu Fa is back!"

Gu Ming is here!

All the masters of the Ming Cult present were shocked, and the King Yinye said seriously: "Go, follow me out to meet King Gu Fa!"

Everyone filed out immediately and arrived in front of the cave.

As soon as they came out of the cave, they saw a muddy and embarrassed man in white clothes walking over in the muddy mountain path. His footsteps were shaky and shaky. He looked more like an old man than a master.

This is...the sword king in white?
Everyone looked at each other with expressions of disbelief.

King Yin Ye's eyes were cold for a few minutes, and suddenly he raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It must be because King Gu Fa was injured in a decisive battle with others, so don't be surprised."

All the masters of the Ming Cult heard the words, and they all felt that it made sense. After all, the other party was also a top swordsman, how could it be so easy to deal with?

But when Gu Ming approached, everyone realized something was wrong again.

What about the sword, what about the sword that the Sword King never leaves his hand? !

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(End of this chapter)