how to kill a dragon

Chapter 153 Infinite Sword Sect
The Wuliang Sword Sect on the Wuliang Mountain is so high that it cannot be climbed into the clouds. The mountains are high and the valleys are deep, and there are many mountains and flowers. The forest is full of mountains and flowers, and the small river flows.

There are countless ancient sword pavilions on the green water and green mountains, which are the famous Wuliang sword sect in Jiuzhou.

Under one of the sword pavilions, the entire mountain has been hollowed out by the superior sword energy, and there is a large quiet cave directly below, and the top of the cave leads directly to the peak.

There is a Wangbitan at the bottom of the cave, and there is an ancient Jiange beside the pool.

There is still immeasurable in the immeasurable, and there is a sword pavilion under the sword pavilion.

The cave seems to be a small world of its own.

The skylight poured down from the hole on the top of the peak, and condensed into a straight beam of light, which happened to cover Bitan and the Jiange beside it.

Sitting by the edge of the Bitan, Wang Xiaotai watched countless small silvery-white fish swimming in the water. She took off her shoes and socks, dipped her feet into the cold and bone-chilling Bitan water, and felt the small silvery-white fishes being attracted to her. They gathered at their own feet, paraded around them continuously, and opened their mouth full of fangs at those snow-white feet without hesitation.

"Beast."

With a flick of Wang Xiaotai's snow-white and plump feet, the golden divine power soaked into the pool water, quickly dragged all the fish in the pool into the air and strangled them to death, turning them into piles of powder, and sent them to the cave with the sword energy from time to time. outside.

The pool was finally clean.

The immeasurable whitebait that Wuliang Jianzong has carefully raised for hundreds of years was turned into flying ash by Wang Xiaotai's light kick.

In the dark mountainside, the light from the sky at the top of the cave suddenly dimmed, and a thunderous sword energy fell from mid-air and landed on Wang Xiaotai's side, splitting the entire sword pavilion with a single blow.

"Wuliang! I'm here! Why are you cutting her up! If you're old and blind, give up as soon as possible!"

Wang Fuyao wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth, and landed next to Wang Xiaotai. Her complexion was snow-white, and the blood on her body was stuck to her clothes, but seeing that Wang Xiaotai was unharmed, she breathed a sigh of relief, laughed wildly and rushed into the air again, with a vast sword energy , once again flashed the Zhantian Sword to the black and white figure in midair.

The water in the deep blue pool has no wind and waves.

In the cave, Wang Fuyao and the black and white figure fought together again.

The storm in the cave did not affect Wang Xiaotai, who was leisurely soaking her feet. She sat by the Bitan and waited quietly.

Zhang Wuliang, the patriarch of the Wuliang Sword Sect, has practiced swordsmanship for hundreds of years. He was born in the Wuliang Sword School, and he was born to practice Wuliang Swordsman. Everything in him has been refined into an indomitable sword intent. hair, or his palms, or his gaze.

With the sword in his hand, when he waved his hand, a mighty sword light as wide and boundless as a great river flashed by.

I am invincible in the way of swords in the world.

He considers himself the leader of swordsmanship in the world, and he trusts his hands holding the sword with thick calluses and the immeasurable sword in his hand.

But he had never encountered this situation before.

Although the very young female swordsman in front of her was covered in grime, her expression carried a rare concentration and fanaticism. The bloodstains did not dampen her spirit in the slightest, but made her look like a knife that had just been quenched by spring water. , an extremely bright and extremely sharp new sword.

This female swordsman doesn't have any sword spirit or special moves that she has never seen before. On the contrary, compared with Zhang Wuliang, her sword moves are extremely simple.

But because it is simple, it is powerful.

Wang Fuyao's Zhantian Sword brings her forbearance that has been lingering in the world for hundreds of years, and her most vigorous spirit now, with a strong sword intent and cuts straight to Zhang Wuliang, the master of swordsmanship.

I want to kill the sky, let alone humans!
Forged by the dragon teeth, the Heaven Slashing Sword, which has been tempered by the swordsmith and Tianlei Jie, strongly supported Wang Fuyao's sudden eruption of powerful sword energy. Humming and whistling came out, and the aura of heaven and earth in the cave was violently turbulent. , there seemed to be a faint sound of dragon chant, and the wild flowers and weeds growing beside the Bitan at the bottom of the cave disappeared instantly in such a terrifying sword energy.

Wang Xiaotai looked up at this kendo battle that was enough to make the world look pale.

This is Wang Fuyao, a born star, born with a fairy bone, destined to stand proudly above all living beings above the Nine Heavens.

Destined to return, the way of heaven favors, the gods look forward to.

Completely different from Wang Xiaotai, Wang Fuyao.

"This time, who do you think will win the sword fight?"

Wang Xiaotai asked, staring intently at the fight in the cave.

Behind Wang Xiaotai, a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe with a long beard was also at the bottom of the cave, watching this decisive and fierce kendo battle, "This woman should be the number one in kendo among the younger generation today. Zong, I am afraid that he is also the leader of my Jianzong now."

Countless streaks of golden light gushed out from Zhantianjian, like a round of dazzling sun suddenly jumping out of the sea of ​​clouds, or like clouds burning at dusk, flowing flames flying all over the sky like a dragon.

Wang Xiaotai smiled slightly, "I know better than you how good she is, and I'm asking about Zhang Wuliang."

"Senior brother is about to ascend." The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, his long beard fluttering, and his bones were immortal. "This real person, Ciyun, will definitely be defeated."

"As long as she can gain some insight into this battle, she won't be defeated this time." Wang Xiaotai watched indifferently as Wang Fuyao attacked Zhang Wuliang again and again, and was beaten back again and again by Zhang Wuliang. It was cut into countless pieces by Zhang Wuliang, and fell down like gold leaf.

But Wang Xiaotai knew that this was not to be touched.

These are all sword qi fragments. Although they look harmless, they will cut your fingers with the sword qi.

The middle-aged man watched the battle, but shook his head slightly, and sighed, "Senior brother has already developed a love for talents. They are not so much talking about swords now, but rather it is the senior brother who is guiding her to understand the boundless sword. After this battle, the senior brother probably I will accept Master Ciyun as a closed disciple."

Wang Xiaotai lowered her head, moved her toes slightly, and swiped the icy cold water of Bitan, "Master Wu Que knows his senior brother very well."

Standing beside Wang Xiaotai and watching the battle with her was Bai Wuque, the head of Wuliang Sword Sect.

The Wuliang Sword Sect is huge in size and has a large number of sword cultivators. Therefore, the Sword Sect is roughly divided into two parts. One is the Wuliang Sect Master who specializes in the study of kendo.

Li Wuliang, Zhu Wuliang, Huang Wuliang, Shangguan Wuliang, Xuanyuan Wuliang... Even now Zhang Wuliang, each Wuliang has established a great reputation in their era.

The name Wuliang and the meaning it represents have been the lifelong wish of every sword cultivator.

Those who practice swords must go up to Wuliang Mountain.

In the world of swordsmanship, there is only Wuliang.

Every Wuliang sect master is a master of swordsmanship, but it is obviously impossible for the huge Wuliang sword sect to have only such sword idiots, and the head of the Wuliang sword sect is responsible for managing these trivial matters.

The head of this generation, Bai Wuque, is Zhang Wuliang's younger brother, and now he is standing beside Wang Xiaotai watching this battle of swordsmanship that he hasn't seen for a long time.

Bai Wuque put his hands behind his back, and his robes were fluttering. He looked obsessively at Zhang Wuliang, whose sword was majestic in mid-air, and his body was as bright as thousands of rays of light, but his voice gradually became cold, "Of course, I have been watching for so many years. He, chasing him behind him, for him, for Wuliang Jianzong, the world of swordsmanship, I Bai Wuque will die without regret.

"Senior brother hides himself from the world in this Mustard Seed Cave, he devotes himself to sword cultivation, he only waits for a sword to break through the sky, and he will fly up the same day, I am afraid that there is no one in this world who understands him better than me.

"Understand that I now have to kill him.

"The world only knows Zhang Wuliang, so who knows me, Bai Wuque?"

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