The ancestor of all monsters in Shushan

The sea of ​​clouds on Mount Huangshan is unique in the world. At noon, the sunlight becomes stronger, but the sea of ​​clouds does not weaken but becomes thicker. Millions of clouds float in the air, surging and rolling, giving a feeling of the surging sea.

Tiandu Peak was already full of people, and everyone was looking down the mountain path: "It's already noon, why hasn't Mr. Tao come yet?"

Everyone started discussing: "Could it be that they deliberately released false information to trick us?"

"How dare he! Tao Jun is just the second generation of a wealthy landlord in Nanchang City. He dares to play tricks on so many martial arts heroes, unless he doesn't want to live anymore!"

Just when everyone was talking about it, suddenly a sallow-faced gangster walked to the highest point, took off his hat, and pulled off the mud on his face, revealing a young and handsome face.

"Everyone! Stop looking, Tao Jun is here!"

It turned out that Tao Jun was worried that some martial artists might try to snatch his sword on the road, so he disguised himself and sneaked up the mountain among a group of martial arts heroes.

He dressed up as a weather-beaten man in his fifties, with a sword on his back. This outfit was too ordinary for an occasion like today, and no one would notice him if he were thrown into the crowd.

Everyone suddenly realized and gathered around: "Where is the Zhuxian Sword?"

No one cares who Master Tao is, they only care whether the Zhu Xian Sword is real or fake.

Tao Jun drew out the sword from his back. The Zhu Xian Sword originally had no scabbard, so he used a wooden shell wrapped in iron to make the scabbard, and also disguised the hilt. At this time, he removed the disguise and held the sword in his hand.

Someone said on the spot: "Yes, this is what the Zhu Xian Sword looks like."

A swordsman walked over, drew out a precious sword that shone with cold light, and performed two moves: "My golden-backed iron sword is also a divine weapon, it can cut gold and jade, and cut iron like mud!"

He took out three dragon coins, stacked them together and placed them on the rock. He gathered all his internal strength, shouted, and swung his sword.

With a crisp sound, the three dragon coins were cut into six semicircles.

The dragon coins were all refined by Shi Feiyang from the furnace in the Tianwai Divine Mountain. Strictly speaking, this thing is a magic weapon with the effect of calming the mind, exorcising ghosts and breaking evil spirits. There is spiritual energy inside and golden talismans outside. The hard part is even harder than steel, but it was cut in half by this swordsman. On the one hand, this man's skill is really strong, and on the other hand, this gold-backed folding iron knife is indeed a precious weapon.

Then, he said to Tao Jun: "Use that sword to chop against my knife. If you can cut my knife off, it will be the real Zhuxian Sword!"

Everyone was deeply impressed after hearing this. The appearance of the sword that Tao Jun took out was indeed exactly the same as several Zhuxian swords that had appeared in the past, but it was also possible that he had forged it and made a high-quality imitation to fool everyone. If it could cut off the golden-backed iron knife, then it must be real. Even if it was not real, it was still an unparalleled divine weapon, and everyone's trip was not in vain.

Someone recognized the swordsman and cheered loudly: "Master Xiao is so kind! He is risking his famous sword to test it for everyone!"

Hero Xiao turned around and clasped his fists to everyone, then brandished his sword and made a gesture. His sword flashed with cold light, sweeping the faces of those who came close. "Everyone, get out of the way. Let me test my sword!"

Everyone formed a circle and Hero Xiao looked at Tao Jun.

"Okay, then thank you, Hero Xiao!" Tao Jun agreed, held the sword with both hands, took a deep breath, and swept hard towards the Golden Back Iron Knife.

At the moment when the sword and the knife collided, the hero Xiao suddenly stepped onto the platform where Tao Jun was standing, holding the sword with his left hand, and with the five fingers of his right hand like hooks, he grabbed Tao Jun's neck.

Everyone was stunned by this scene, but they immediately realized that old man Xiao wanted to grab the knife first!

It turned out that this hero Xiao thought that his golden-backed folding iron knife was also a treasure. Tao Jun was just a young boy who spent money to rob a teacher to teach him martial arts at home. He poured his internal force into the knife, and even the sharpest Zhuxian Sword could be blocked. He took the opportunity to capture this kid and take the sword from him. Then, with the sword in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, he would kill his way down the mountain with these two magical weapons. Even those who were stronger than himself in martial arts could not be stopped.

By the time everyone saw his intention, he had already stepped onto the rock. It was too late to stop him, and they could only curse at him.

However, they all underestimated the sharpness of the Zhu Xian Sword. Tao Jun held the sword with both hands and swept it across. He was standing on a high place, and Xia Xiao was standing below. Originally, he could only sweep the sword but not the person. At this time, Xia Xiao took a step forward, and the Zhu Xian Sword swept across, cutting both the sword and the person into four pieces!

"Plop! Clank!" The man and the knife fell to the ground.

The entire Tiandu Peak was silent, and everyone was shocked by the sharpness of the Zhuxian Sword.

After a few breaths, everyone cheered: "It is indeed the Immortal Execution Sword! The peerless divine weapon! Hero Xiao put the sword to the test on his own body, he is indeed a chivalrous man!"

At this time, another person came forward. Tao Jun was startled and quickly held his sword horizontally, shouting to stop him: "Wait! Although I have loved martial arts since I was young and have hired many teachers, my talent is dull. After years of hard training, my martial arts skills are still mediocre. It is precisely because of this that although I have obtained this Zhuxian Sword, I dare not keep it alone.

Today, I invite everyone to come here to participate in the Huangshan Sword Contest. We will have a contest and finally select the one with the highest martial arts skills. I will present this sword to you and ask you to become my disciple. Everyone, please don't come forward. Please compete on that platform. It doesn't matter whether it's a literary contest or a martial arts contest. As long as we can determine the winner and make everyone convinced, don't come near me to avoid misunderstandings and a melee. It will be difficult to deal with. "

Seeing that what he said made sense, everyone stepped back, made room for an open space on the platform, and began to fight with swords.

Everyone looked at each other, waiting for others to go first.

Suddenly, a man stepped forward and walked to the center. He was a man in gray tights. He clasped his fists towards the people around him and said in a loud voice: "I am Wang Mao! My master... You are not allowed to tell me his name, and you don't need to know it. You just need to know that I am determined to get this sword today, so don't fight with me for it!"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, thinking that this guy was a nobody, and when did such a conspicuous person appear in the martial arts world? But if they wanted to fight him, they were also afraid, thinking that this guy might not dare to lie in front of the heroes of the world, so he must have real skills.

This person asked, "I want the Immortal Execution Sword. Who doesn't agree? You can come up and compete. But I have something to say in advance. We are people of the martial arts world. We don't need to learn from those scholars who are hypocritical and falsely modest. If you want to kill someone, don't punch him. If you don't agree, then fight. Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by God. If I kill or maim someone, don't blame me!"

His words were a bit too arrogant, and everyone was indignant. Suddenly, a man in the crowd jumped up. He was not very old, and looked less than 20 years old. He was very broad-shouted, with a strong back and broad waist. He shouted: "Who do you think you are? How dare you talk like that? Do you really not take the heroes of the world seriously?"

Wang Mao asked: "Who are you? Can you tell me your name? Let me know which hero you are?"

The man said with some pride: "My family is in Doujiazhuang, Nanchang Prefecture, Jiangxi Province. My surname is Dou, and my name is Dou Dadiao!" He glanced at Tao Jun on the rock and said, "The sword we Jiangxi people got should stay in Jiangxi. Why give it away to outsiders for free?"

Wang Mao snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense. I want the sword. If you don't accept it, then let's have a competition. But you have to tell your parents first. Fists and feet have no eyes. If I beat you to death later, your mother will have to prepare one less set of bowls and chopsticks tonight, and your father will have to prepare a coffin early!" What this guy said was really mean. Dou Dadiao got angry: "I'm going to beat you to death, you bastard!" He rushed forward and started punching.

Wang Mao misstepped, blocked Dou Dadiao's wrist with one hand, poked Dou Dadiao's eyes with the other, and at the same time raised his leg to kick Dou Dadiao's knee.

As the saying goes, an expert can tell whether something exists or not just by stretching out his hand.

As soon as the two men fought, Shi Feiyang could see that Wang Mao's martial arts was better than Dou Dadiao's, and by more than 10%.

However, he did not pay much attention to the two people. His attention was all on Tao Jun's sword. It was obvious that the sword was not the one that Xu Wan had refined in the Xingxiu Sea!
This sword is a fake!

He silently calculated in his mind that according to the hexagram, the real sword had already arrived at Huangshan, but the hexagram was vague about where it was exactly.

As soon as he came up with the result of a divination, Dou Dadiao was hit on the chest by Wang Mao's three consecutive palms.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three consecutive strikes broke even the sternum, causing the chest to cave in. Dou Dadiao spurted blood and fell to the ground, motionless.

"You! You killed my brother! I want you to pay with your life!" Another young man who looked very similar to Dou Dadiao rushed forward, holding a sword in his hand and chopped him on the head.

Wang Mao jumped back, took out the sword from his back, and shouted: "Please tell me your name, I will not kill nameless people with my sword!"

"My name is Dou Dapeng. You killed my brother. I want to kill you to avenge him!" Dou Dapeng said as he swung his sword to attack.

Wang Mao's boxing skills were only third-rate, but his swordsmanship was quite superb. After only four moves of fighting, Wang Mao found Dou Dapeng's weakness and killed him with one sword through his throat.

Just as he put away his sword, three young men rushed up, each holding a weapon in their hands. One held a single sword, one held a double hook, and one held a pistol. They surrounded Wang Mao in the shape of a V-shaped "品".

"Who are you?"

"We are Dou Dacheng, Dou Dayong, and Dou Dameng! Kill you to avenge our two brothers!" The three said as they rushed forward.

Wang Mao quickly turned around and took on three opponents at once. He used his sword to slash sideways, cut upwards and stab downwards, and performed a series of moves over a dozen rounds. First, he pierced Dou Dayong's chest with his sword, and after two more moves, he used his backhand sword to cut Dou Dacheng's neck.

Dou Dameng was the youngest and was still a half-grown boy. When he saw his four brothers all killed, he was frightened and wanted to admit defeat and run away, but he felt it was too embarrassing. After a moment of hesitation, Wang Mao stabbed him in the throat and killed him.

Wang Mao killed five people in a row, raised his sword and asked, "Are there any more? Are there any more people with the surname Dou? There are none this time, right? Have we killed them all?"

This action angered Li Zhenchuan. Just as he was about to exert force on his feet to rush forward, Bai Qi next to him had already rushed forward one step ahead, leaped several feet high, and landed lightly in front of Wang Mao.

Wang Mao kicked the body aside, turned around and asked, "Who are you?"

"Xiangjiang School Jade Face Roaring Bai Qi!"

This announcement of the name again caused a lot of discussion among people: "The Xiangjiang Sect is the Xiangjiang Sect of the great hero Luo Xin from Shanhua!"

Luo Xin was the winner of the previous sword fight and had already seized the Zhuxian Sword, which was famous all over the world.

Wang Mao didn't take it seriously: "Okay, okay, I'll kill you first, and then I'll let your leader come to me with the Zhuxian Sword to seek revenge. Then I'll kill him and I'll get two Zhuxian Swords!"

Bai Qi drew out his sword and shouted, "Stop daydreaming. How could the Zhuxian Sword fall into the hands of someone like you?"

He knew that Wang Mao was good at swordsmanship, so he put all his energy into it and used the Thirty-Six Moves of the Bagua Xuanmen Sword to fight with Wang Mao.

Shi Feiyang was watching from the side. He saw that Bai Qi's swordsmanship was elegant and graceful, and combined with the circulation of internal energy, it was indeed a bit like Xiong Manniang.

Luo Ziyan, Xiong Manniang and Xiao Shijiumei were known as the Three Heroines of Minshan in the past. Before they practiced swordsmanship, they were serious female heroes and famous swordsmen. Shi Feiyang had seen them practice swordsmanship, and he also knew the style of their master, Seven-Fingered Dragon Mother Master Yinkong. Bai Qi learned martial arts from Luo Xin, and Luo Xin learned martial arts from Luo Ziyan. Not to mention swordsmanship, the circulation of internal energy is indeed derived from the foundation of alchemy.

This was not surprising. What surprised him was that Wang Mao's swordsmanship and internal strength were actually derived from the Wutai School!

He helped compile the Wutai Sect's Buddhist canon and was well aware of the sect's martial arts and swordsmanship. When he joined the Wutai Sect, there were also sword techniques. He didn't look at them in detail, but he knew the tricks. The palm techniques he saw before looked very familiar, but he didn't pay attention to them because he was calculating the position of the magic sword in his mind. The more he looked at it this time, the more he felt that this guy's martial arts came from the Wutai Sect.

In the battle at Xingxiu Sea, all the disciples of Wutai Sect died. Could there be some remnants still lingering out there? Why didn't he go back to Wutai Mountain to find his master? Or did Taiyi Hunyuan Patriarch and his people accept new disciples during his years of seclusion?

Although he was confused, Shi Feiyang did not figure out the reason. This Wang Mao was obviously not a good person. If he died, it would be a good opportunity to clean up the Wutai Sect.

Wang Mao's swordsmanship was extraordinary, but Bai Qi was even more powerful. After they had fought for more than fifty rounds, Wang Mao was already at a disadvantage.

Bai Qi shouted softly, "Hit!" and stabbed with his sword, cutting a gash on Wang Mao's arm. After fighting for a few more moves, he shouted again and stabbed a hole in his shoulder.

Bai Qi hated Wang Mao for his cruelty and did not want to kill him quickly. Instead, he wanted to inflict thirty-six wounds on his body before killing him.

Of course, if Wang Mao dropped his sword and admitted defeat during this period, he would let the other party go.

Wang Mao refused to admit defeat. He gritted his teeth and persisted for a while, and more than a dozen bloody wounds appeared on his body.

He knew he could not win, so he suddenly narrowed his eyes and muttered something. As he was muttering, a strange wind suddenly blew up from the ground, causing sand and rocks to fly and the people watching the excitement to sway left and right. None of the heroes wanted to be looked down upon, so they all took up their stakes and used their heavy weights to stand firm.

This black wind seeped out from underground, it was a murderous spirit, forming a whirlwind that wrapped Bai Qi inside, blowing his white clothes and hair. At the same time, the ghosts of the five Dou family tigers who had just died, as well as Mao Tai who died last night, all appeared in the wind. They had hideous faces and rushed towards Bai Qi with blood dripping all over their bodies, wanting to strangle him to death! (End of this chapter)