Sword from Hengshan

Chapter 181: Sword Fighting World! (8.244k!)
In March, catkins and floating silk are seen, and wind and rain wash the flowers in the city.

The sun rises and sets, and it's late spring.

Outside Hengyang City, there were fragrant grasses all over the ground, flowers growing on the trees, and flocks of orioles flying everywhere.

It drizzled for three days in a row, and the subtle fragrance of the cauliflower by the roadside swept towards the Shenfeng Station in the spring breeze.

"Drive~!"

"Drive~!"

A team of fast horses galloped across the road in the north of the city. There were thirteen riders in total, and they whipped their horses hard. The flowers and plants on the roadside were bent by the wind, and the bees and butterflies on the stamens danced because of the wind.

Merchants and people from Ji'an Prefecture were heading to Yancheng from the post station.

The sharp-eyed ones immediately recognized the identity of this group of people.

As they rode past, they immediately started discussing:
"It's from the Hengshan School."

"There are also people from Hengshan Sect at the post station. I heard that Xiaoxiang Sword God is practicing in seclusion at Shenfeng. Most of these people are probably going to look for him."

Someone murmured curiously: "You are in such a hurry, it seems like something big is going on."

"I heard that Master Liu San of the Hengshan Sect retired from the martial arts world during the Dragon Boat Festival. Could it be because of this?"

"Master Liu is the Sword God's uncle, so the Sword God will most likely be there, but now it's nearly two months before the Dragon Boat Festival, so even if he's notified, he won't be in such a hurry."

A man with a gun and a bag on his shoulder said with a smile: "We came from the east, but the news is not good enough. Let's go to Hengyang City to ask around."

"Go, go, go, get into the city!"

At the Wushenfeng Post Station, Quan Ziju and Lu Songfeng stopped their horses and led their men to the top of Tianshan Mountain.

This mountain trail is very different from the past.

Halfway up the mountain, there will be a fork in the road.

The flatter road is taken by travelers, tourists, poets and pilgrims who come to climb mountains to enjoy the scenery.

The other route will lead you past the pond and waterfall and into the retreat area.

In the past, the Hengshan School did not have the energy to arrange these things, but now it is paying more and more attention to them.

When the young master was in seclusion, there were many disciples guarding from the post station to the middle of the mountain, and ordinary people were not allowed to disturb him.

Quan Ziju and others passed the fork in the road and headed towards the steep mountain road.

After walking only twenty feet through the mountain fog, we saw two wooden houses built on huge rocks, guarding the narrow central road.

Hearing the footsteps below, two old men in black with sharp eyes walked out of the wooden house.

They were the villagers of Meizhuang who went south with the four friends that day.

The old man on the left is Ding Jian, the master of the Yizi Dianjian, and the old man on the right is Shi Lingwei, the master of the Wulu Shen.

The two were originally recuperating in the Hengshan Villa, but because they had no time to rest, they took the initiative to ask for this job.

In the past, I was a gatekeeper at Meizhuang, and it was not a good thing to say it out loud.

Now, the answer is that he is guarding the Tianzhu Divine Peak for the Sword God.

The Xiaoxiang Sword God is hidden at the top of the Tianshan Mountain. In that place surrounded by mist and smoke, this sense of mystery also envelopes the people guarding the mountain.

Ding Jian and Shi Lingwei even felt that they had reached the pinnacle of the martial arts world.

If the title of Sword God Guarding the Mountain is spread out, I'm afraid it will make many martial artists feel solemn.

When they stretched their heads and saw that it was a disciple from Hengshan, Ding Jian and Shi Lingwei bowed and immediately made way.

After Lu Songfeng and Quan Ziju clasped their fists and greeted each other, they headed straight to the top of the mountain.

This time there was no need to shout towards the cave in the rock wall. As soon as the Hengshan disciples approached the top, they saw a man in green sitting cross-legged on the stone wall at the top of the waterfall.

"Big Brother!"

Everyone shouted and moved closer.

Zhao Rong came down from the top of the cliff when he heard footsteps from afar. Seeing that Lu Songfeng and Quan Ziju looked anxious, he had guessed about 70% of the situation.

"But is it related to retiring from the underworld?"

"Exactly!"

Quan Ziju handed over a letter: "This is a letter from Uncle Liu's friend, Old Master Xia, sent from the Central Plains."

Master Xia is the head of the Liuhe Sect in Zhengzhou.

It is also well-known in the Central Plains.

When Zhao Rong received the letter, Lu Songfeng frowned and said, "Someone secretly instigated you to compete in the world of swordsmanship on the Dragon Boat Festival."

"What else did you say?"

When Zhao Rong asked the question, the first person he thought of was Master Zuo.

Quan Ziju continued, "The Yin-Yang Sword Manual is scattered around the world, and outsiders say that Senior Brother disdains this sword manual, and therefore looks down on those who practice sword manual martial arts. This is clearly nonsense, but some people want to believe it, and say it again."

"They also said that Senior Brother is arrogant and doesn't take martial artists seriously."

"According to what Master Xia said in the letter, many martial artists in the Central Plains are already filled with righteous indignation, criticizing Senior Brother for being young and impetuous, and threatening to go south to Hengyang to have a serious fight."

Zhao Rong read the contents of the letter carefully and found that it was just as they said.

Lu Songfeng was a little worried: "This news is spreading more and more, and it has already reached Jiangnan."

"If we don't find a way to deal with it, when Uncle Master retires, I'm afraid I'll have to face the heroes of the world."

"People's words are scary," Zhao Rong put the letter away, "but don't worry too much. If it's just a sword fight, even if there are many people, not many people will dare to fight."

"But, wouldn't it be a disastrous move to ruin Uncle Liu's happy event?"

Quan Ziju said: "Master uncle didn't mention this. He was really uneasy after receiving the letter, worried that it would cause big trouble for Senior Brother."

"Zuo Lengchan is quite calculating," Zhao Rong looked in the direction of Zhongyue, "He knows that Dongfang Bubai's martial arts is related to the Yin-Yang Sword Manual. By saying this, he is not only trying to stir up trouble in the martial arts world, but he is also trying to lead Dongfang Bubai into a fight with me."

"Brother, what should we do next? Should we speak out to clarify?"

Hearing the anxiety in their words, Zhao Rong said calmly, "Tell Uncle Liu first and tell him to just wash his hands."

"There is no need to clarify. Once this matter is proven, others will think that our Hengshan Sect is afraid. Not only will we fall into inferiority, but it will also attract more villains."

"On the day I retire, I will have my own way to clear up the misunderstanding."

"Let the scattered forces in the surrounding areas pay close attention to the martial artists entering Hengzhou Prefecture, so that they have a clear idea of ​​what's going on."

"Tell our disciples to get ready."

"Don't be impolite when welcoming guests to Master Uncle's residence on the Dragon Boat Festival. I want to see what they have to say."

The Hengshan Sect is currently in the limelight, and it is a big deal to provoke the anger of warriors all over the world at this time.

Because this group of people is not a group of scattered individuals, but is headed by a big faction, it is hard to say what kind of storm they can stir up.

Quan Ziju and others were extremely worried, but when they saw that their young master was calm and composed, they inexplicably calmed down.

Zhao Rong smiled slightly: "I still need to retreat. If there is any important news, please tell me."

"Yes!"

Zhao Rong watched them leave and thought about the incident over again.

During the Dragon Boat Festival, the Demon Cult headed north to the Black Wood Cliff. Now that the Great Leader Ren has come out again, plus Brother Lian is defending, the chances of Dongfang Bubai going south are very small.

As long as these people don't get together, it's not a bad thing.

Zhao Rong returned to the cliff cave and took up a pen to organize his scribbled thoughts.

Our school's "Zhen Yue Jue" advocates peace and tranquility, and is designed to explore the state of mind. Therefore, many Hengshan disciples seek it in the mountains, flowing water, wind, clouds, moon and dew, in order to cultivate their sentiments, get rid of desires and calm their minds.

Now that he had a glimpse of the creation of yin and yang, Zhao Rong was able to modify his skills with ease.

Among the five elements, the liver belongs to wood and the heart belongs to fire.

He modified the path of the moderate and peaceful exercise method, cleverly connecting the acupoints through the heart and liver meridians, training back and forth with the heart fire burning the liver wood, thereby greatly increasing the heart's desire and producing more strong and powerful Yang energy in the true qi.

With this blazing Yang within, the cultivation strategy of our sect's disciples remains unchanged, and they still cultivate their sentiments, get rid of desires and calm their minds.

The calmer a person’s mind is, the purer his inner strength will be, and the higher level he can reach in his cultivation.

Just this one change was a big step forward on the basis of Zhenyue Jue!

The Hengshan Zhenyue Jue also became the "Zhenxin Jue".

The Zhenyue Jue is in line with the Hengshan opera style, while the Zhenxin Jue extends it forward, greatly increasing the upper limit.

However, the examination of the state of mind is naturally more rigorous.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw his improved internal strength.

There is no need to throw away the things of the Hengshan ancestor, it is the best of both worlds.

After mastering this internal skill that could bring far-reaching benefits to the Hengshan Sect, Zhao Rong began to study another internal skill.

He drew on the Xisui Jing and Yijin Jing, combined them with the two cold exercises, and created a method based on his own understanding of the yin and yang of the human body, which he called "Ming Yu Zhen Jing".

When practicing this magical skill, not only will one's true energy continue to flow, but it may also have the effect of condensing one's body into ice and jade, and maintaining eternal youth.

Sect Leader Yue's Zixia magic skill can keep one young even without reaching the highest level of perfection. Zhao Rong's magic skill is much stronger than the Zixia magic skill.

However, this skill is extremely difficult to practice, and just the initial level of Zhiyin Han Qi is enough to stop many people.

The "Ming" in Ming Yu Zhen Jing is derived from Yin and Yang.

Therefore, after practicing Han Gong, one needs to comprehend the ultimate truth of yin and yang, so that one can continue along his path.

The Zhiyin Han Gong can only be regarded as a small threshold in this internal skill, just like the "form" part of Hengshan swordsmanship. The Yin and Yang creation behind it is the extremely profound "momentum" in Hengshan swordsmanship.

only.
The old ancestor who founded the Hengshan School would be dumbfounded when seeing the young master's magical skills.

But in Zhao Rong's opinion, this skill has not reached its peak.

Because the ultimate truth of the creation of yin and yang has not yet been fully understood.

"Can not be done"

In the cliff cave of Tianshan Mountain, Zhao Rong frowned slightly.

"Even if I pass this skill down in the future, I'm afraid no one will be able to master it."

He thought of some ways to practice this kung fu, and then shook his head.

Just like the Seventy-two Peaks of Greenery and the Returning Wind and Falling Wild Goose Sword, some fast sword steps should be added in the middle.

“We need to lower the difficulty.”

During the following days of seclusion, Zhao Rong honed his internal strength while breaking down his techniques, and in this process of separation and combination, he continued to comprehend the true principles of martial arts.

He created the "Yin Shen Jue" based on the Xisui Jing and combined it with the Zhiyin Han Gong.

Based on the Yi Jin Jing, he integrated the Yin and Yang creation methods, transformed the meridians' movement trajectory, moved the Yang Qi, and created the "Yang Shengong".

Compared with the "Ming Yu Zhen Jing", these two internal skills are much easier.

But that's only relatively speaking.

All that Zhao Rong has learned relies on his extremely high comprehension, and it is hard to predict whether there will be someone to inherit his mantle in the future.

As for his sword skills, he would sort them out when he had time and leave a sword manual for the sect.

From sword moves to sword energy.

In the cliff cave, Zhao Rong thought about the depths and smiled again.

He looked around the Tianshan Cliff Cave and seemed to feel the imprint of his predecessors.

"Whether future generations can understand that things cannot be forced depends on their luck."

"When the old master left behind the Thousand Swords, he probably thought the same as I do."

At this moment, above the Tianshan Mountains.

The old master and the young master of the Hengshan School seemed to have had a brief exchange across hundreds of years.

One is the founder of the school, and the other is the founder of its development.

When leaving behind a technique, one would imagine how future generations would inherit it.

I don’t know what changes will happen when others practice the skills I left behind, but if you think about it, it’s quite interesting.

……

In early April, summer is full of vitality.

The peach and plum blossoms disappeared with the spring breeze. The yellow oriole saw the fallen petals and sang alone, without stopping, but it could not keep spring.

The drizzle and light smoke slightly suppressed the dust raised in the rivers and lakes.

On the Jade Maiden Peak of Mount Huashan.

Sect Leader Yue and Lady Ning were leading Linghu Chong, Yue Lingshan, Lu Dayou and other disciples down the mountain.

"Let's leave a few days earlier and arrive in Hengyang before the Dragon Boat Festival."

"Most of the recent Jianghu events were instigated by the Songshan Sect."

After hearing what his master and mistress said, Lu Houer couldn't help but feel a little worried:
"Brother Zhao wants to compete with the world in swordplay. Wouldn't he be exhausted to death? If his true energy is exhausted, I'm afraid the Songshan Sect will come up with some evil tricks again."

Lady Ning said:

"Besides enemies, there are also friends. Others may fall into the trap, but we will not."

"Your Senior Uncle Dingxian and Senior Uncle Tianmen have both sent messages. Our Taishan, Huashan, and Hengshan sects will definitely stand on the side of the Hengshan sect."

Yue Buqun also nodded. He looked at the disciples who stayed behind at the Jade Maiden Peak, and then glanced in the direction of the Cliff of Repentance.

I feel unusually at ease.

He also warned his disciples: "This time Hengyang is gathering momentum, and a large number of Jianghu masters will definitely come."

"The elders from all sects are here. You must be careful about your behavior and not act recklessly. Don't bring shame to the Huashan Sect."

"Yes, Master!"

Linghu Chong and the others responded with a smile.

Sect Leader Yue and his wife led all the Huashan disciples down Huashan and headed south out of Huayin.

Only one day later
An uninvited guest came to the foot of Mount Hua.

This person was dressed in bright red, and was covered in the scent of powder and rouge. He was a man with red lips. Although he applied powder, it could not hide his yellow face.

After being defeated by Ren Woxing in Shenyuan Temple, Feng Buping felt his own shortcomings and thus studied swordsmanship in depth.

After practicing hard for several months, he felt that his skills had improved, so he went all the way into the Sanqin area and came to the foot of the Jade Maiden Peak.

Hatred was surging in his heart.

Feng Buping frowned and her makeup kept falling off.

Soon, the hatred and murderous intent in his eyes turned into joy.

Who on Mount Huashan can be his opponent now?
They are just a group of lambs to be slaughtered, and their life and death depend on his thoughts.

"Junior sister, junior sister, what's so good about Yue Buqun?"

Feng Buping laughed shrilly. In the past, he could not let go of the thought of Junior Sister Ning.

After all, who wouldn’t like that pretty, kind, friendly, and chivalrous little sister?
In the end, Yue Buqun got the upper hand.

He had always felt aggrieved about this, but now that his desires had faded, he didn't care at all.

It's just because of the twisted nature of hatred that one wants to completely tear apart the beauty of the enemy in order to heal the wounds and pain.

Feng Buping is climbing the Yunu Peak.

An old man in a green robe at the top of the mountain looked at him and was slightly stunned, thinking that he had seen it wrong, and quickly dodged and hid himself.

Feng Buping was unaware of all this.

He rushed straight to the top of the mountain and was immediately spotted by the Huashan disciples guarding the mountain.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Tao Jun is Yue Buqun's seventh disciple. This time he is responsible for leading the new disciples to guard the mountain. He failed to recognize the charming Feng Buping.

Feng Buping was not in a hurry to draw his sword, and said with a smile: "Ask Yue Buqun to come see me."

Staring at this strange man, Tao Jun frowned, feeling that he had bad intentions, but his master was not at home, so he said politely: "Master and his wife went south to Hengyang."

"You are here to look for my master. You can come back in three months."

"what?!"

Feng Buping shouted in a low voice, and the sharp and weird voice frightened Tao Jun and several Huashan disciples so much that they took a few steps back.

They felt uneasy and repeated the news that their master and his wife had gone to Hengyang.

Feng Buping looked down at the Jade Maiden Peak, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Yue Buqun, you run pretty fast"

"Then all your disciples will die. Humph, I want to know how you feel when you hear that all the disciples of Huashan have been killed."

"I want you to feel my pain."

He sneered and glanced at the lamb on Mount Huashan.

"you"

"What are you going to do? Who are you?"

Tao Jun and five other disciples drew their swords, but simply retreated with their swords raised.

Their skills were limited, and this weirdo came and called their master's name, which was obviously not something they could deal with.

"Who am I?"

"I am Yue Buqun's enemy. If he is not here, you should die in his place. After I kill Yue Buqun, you can ask him and you will understand everything."

"Hehehe, if you want to blame someone, blame Yue Buqun."

Feng Buping was about to draw his sword and kill someone. Suddenly
"Are you Xiao Feng?"

This old voice reached Feng Buping's ears, and suddenly his whole body trembled violently.

Feng Buping swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stopped looking at those Huashan disciples. He twisted his neck with difficulty to look towards the mountain path. The face of the old man in green robe gave him a strange yet familiar feeling.

Such a contradiction, yet so real!
Feng Buping's heart twisted instantly, and his expression twisted along with it.

Seeing his expression, Feng Qingyang sighed softly, knowing that he had not made a mistake.

"Xiao Feng, how did you become like this?"

The old man shook his head slightly, causing Feng Buping to suffer immensely.

Not knowing how to respond to the old man's words, he suddenly drew his sword.

A red shadow rushed towards the mountain path at incredible speed!
The wind was howling and the sword light frightened all the Huashan disciples so much that they didn't even think about why there was an old man on the Jade Maiden Peak.

Tao Jun's eyes blurred and the long sword in his hand was already in the old man's hand.

In the open space in front of the white-walled courtyard, two sword lights collided.

Feng Buping's 108-style Gale Sword was already extremely fast, and now under the activation of the Evil-Repelling Heart Technique, although there were flaws, the flaws were so fast that they disappeared in a flash.

Compared to his previous duel with Ren Woxing, Feng Buping's swordsmanship has improved again.

He can create complete sword moves on his own and has a strong ability to learn and comprehend.

At this moment, facing his uncle, he has displayed all his abilities.

The Gale Sword can create a sword wind, and under extremely fast sword moves, the wind will blow on people's faces and cause pain.

However.
In the eyes of Mr. Feng, Feng Buping still has a certain level of skill.

Feng Qingyang's sword contains 360 variations of Dugu's Nine Swords. As long as you have a move, you will be able to use it!
Feng Buping's sword is fast, but his skills are not good enough and he still can't reach the peak.

Therefore, every time he made a move, Feng Qingyang could follow up with a sword.

Feng Buping's sword was fast, which caused Feng Qingyang's sword to also be extremely swift.

After dozens of moves, Feng Qingyang was able to break his swordsmanship.

But facing this junior, the old man finally softened his heart and let Feng Buping use all 108 styles of Gale Sword until he repeated the sword moves.

A strong wind blew violently on the Jade Maiden Peak. Mr. Feng stabbed the eye of the wind with his sword, and the tip of the sword hovered at Feng Buping's throat!

Feng Buping was defeated.

He glanced at Feng Qingyang, no longer raised his sword, but rushed towards the tip of Feng Qingyang's sword with a desperate look.

Mr. Feng quickly put away his sword and kicked Feng Buping away.

"Alas, idiot."

Feng Qingyang sighed: "Xiao Feng, why are you doing this?"

"Uncle Master~!"

Feng Buping knelt on the ground, kowtowed heavily to Feng Qingyang, then buried his head in the ground, unwilling to lift it up.

At this moment, his mood was hard to describe.

Thirty years ago, he, Cheng Buyou, Cong Buqi and others asked for advice on swordsmanship from their uncle Feng Qingyang, who was the most powerful swordsman in their sect.

Besides, he is an elder of the Sword Sect and is very friendly to me, so there is no need to say more.

Unfortunately, things have changed and it’s hard to go back to the way they were before.

Feng Buping knelt for a long time, as if he wanted to vent his bitterness, and shouted again: "Uncle Master!"

The rouge on his face was soaked with tears.

Feng Qingyang looked at him like this, not knowing what to say.

"The sword technique just now had traces of the Sword Sect, but I have never seen it before. But you created it."

"Yes."

"Have you practiced the martial arts from the Yin Pu again?"

"Yes."

Feng Qingyang took two steps:
"This sword technique is still too focused on form. Although it is fast, it cannot achieve the unity of mind and sword. Because your heart is not on the sword, there are traces of axe and chisel everywhere."

"You have great talent. If you can understand the sword's heart and the sword's meaning, you may be able to reach the realm of no moves."

"Alas, how could I have gone astray?"

Mr. Feng felt sorry for him when he saw how flashy he was.

When talking about this sword technique, Feng Buping said stubbornly: "Uncle Master, my heart is on the sword. This sword is all I have left. I can give everything for it."

"You only think about revenge, how can your heart be on the sword?"

"That gust of wind was very chaotic, and your heart was also very chaotic. Am I wrong?"

Hearing this, Feng Buping was silent for a long time, and then said: "Master, what you said is right, but..."

He raised his head and said, "But I did nothing wrong. Shouldn't I seek revenge?"

"Since Uncle Master is here, why don't you revive the Huashan Sword Sect!"

Feng Qingyang, however, took it lightly and shook his head, saying, "The Sword Sect and the Qi Sect shouldn't have fought back then. What is there to fight about?"

“But no one listened to my words.”

"Even if you kill Yue Buqun and all the Huashan disciples, is this revitalizing the sect? It's just continuing the original hatred and arguing about who is right and who is wrong."

"You won the fight, so what?"

Feng Qingyang looked up at Mount Huashan and said, "Even if we win, those...sigh, those people won't be able to come back."

"After what happened that year, I vowed not to bother with the affairs of the underworld anymore."

Feng Buping stared at the old man blankly, not knowing what to say.

His spirit seemed to collapse all of a sudden.

I thought all the elders of the Sword Sect had died, but I didn't expect to meet someone who was once very kind to me.

but
Such an elder was persuading him to let go of his hatred and the sword fight.

"Go, go down the mountain."

Feng Buping heard the old man's words again while he was in a trance.

He took a long breath and looked straight at the old man.

"Uncle Master."

Muttering these two words, Feng Buping kowtowed again. When he raised his head, the old man had disappeared.

As the old man disappeared, his heart seemed empty as well.

He slowly put away his sword and no longer looked at those Huashan disciples.

Feng Buping dragged his heavy steps, and others could not understand his feelings. He walked all the way to the foot of the Jade Maiden Peak with his head down, never looking back.

A kaleidoscope of thoughts flashed through his mind, reflecting everything about him and Mount Huashan, until the old man's final words, "Let's go, down the mountain."

At that moment, the revolving lantern went out.
Feng Buping is still alive, but his heart is dead.

At the foot of Mount Hua, he held the sword in his arms and walked towards Huayin.

The more distracted he was, the more fulfilled he felt by the sword.

slowly.
His empty heart was filled by the sword in his arms until it was full.

There was nothing else in his mind except this sword, which was his last resort.

Feng Buping was not one with the sword, but he developed a sense of obedience after his beliefs collapsed.

Obey the will of the sword and obey everything the sword has.

This is being controlled by the sword, being enslaved by the sword, and being a slave to the sword.

Feng Buping felt the will of the sword and headed towards Zhongtiao Mountain from Huayin.

That was his final resting place.

A lonely sword and the wandering ghosts on Zhongtiao Mountain are just the right companions.

However, we have not yet left Huayin City.

One sound after another entered Feng Buping's ears.

"The Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon, and Xiaoxiang Sword God will soon be competing in a sword contest! I heard that the leader and deputy leader of the Beggars' Sect have already set off!"

"It's not just the Beggars' Sect. I heard that Master Fang Zheng and Taoist Master Chongxu from Shaolin and Wudang have also been dispatched!"

"All the righteous heroes in the world have gathered in Yancheng. The Sword God is so courageous. Is he going to conquer the world by himself?!"

"I can't imagine how many big names will show up in Yancheng! How can we miss this grand martial arts event?"

"Prepare the horses, prepare the horses!"

"..."

Feng Buping's gaze did not change, but his target shifted.

Instead of heading to Zhongtiao Mountain, we changed our plan to head south to Hengyang.

"Swords of the world, swords of the world"

He muttered to himself
Xiaoxiang Sword God, this was the opponent he deliberately tried to avoid.

Now, I can't wait to fight it.

Soon after Feng Buping changed his route, rumors began to spread
It is said that there was a man in red holding a sword and heading south, and all the people who provoked him along the way were killed by his sword!
This man's sword is like the wind, the wind has no shadow, and the sword has no trace either.

People in the martial arts world speculated that this mysterious swordsman was also targeting Xiaoxiang Sword God.

Who among those who have gained something from the Yin Pu and Yang Pu is not obsessed with practicing martial arts?

Even though Xiaoxiang Sword God was very powerful, they were always arrogant and unwilling to admit defeat, so they all went south to learn from him!

The Dragon Boat Festival has not yet arrived, but the situation in the world is already surging.

At the foot of Kongtong Mountain, the two old men of Shenquan carried their bags, crossed the Jing River and the Yanzhi River, and went straight down to Hengyang.

"This Xiaoxiang Sword God is indeed powerful, but he is too arrogant."

"Do you really think there are no heroes in this world?"

"Yes, I heard that his boxing skills are also good."

"Do you have the courage to learn our hard and soft Xuankong Divine Fist?"

"Hahaha!"

The two old masters of Shenquan led several Kongtong disciples and laughed heartily on the road. There was also an old man beside them who was very silent and serious.

This person is none other than Bai Hongzi, the long-lost leader of Kongtong Mountain. He alone controls the three remaining sects in Kongtong Mountain, namely Xuankong Sect, Feilong Sect and Zhuihun Sect.

When the two old men of the Divine Fist spoke, they did not even look at the leader, and simply treated him as air.

Because they knew the leader's dull personality.

If it weren't for the Xiaoxiang Sword God, a rare martial arts genius in thousands of years, the leader would definitely still be practicing and would not come down the mountain.

He was just curious and wanted to take a look.
In front of the Kunlun Snow Mountain, Zhen Huazi tore his shirt, revealing the sword scar on his heart once again.

"Brother, feel free to challenge the Sword God."

"It doesn't matter if he brings back another sword energy. It's a good opportunity for us to study the mystery together."

"Okay, I just want to learn about the Sword God's Way."

After a brief exchange, the leader of Kunlun Sect, Qiankun, used his sword to shock Shanzi, who happily headed south.

Taishi Mountain, on Shengguan Peak.

"Brother Zuo, everything is just as we expected. Those people, whether they have good intentions or bad intentions, are unwilling to miss the opportunity to fight Xiaoxiang Sword God."

Zhong Zhen was dressed normally, and his voice was slightly shrill: "There are heroes in the world, but there are countless people who pursue fame and fortune."

"Heroes gather together, who wouldn't want to take this opportunity to become famous?"

Ding Mian nodded at the side: "I heard that the six weirdos who tore up the Yang Pu in the Lin family's ancestral home have greatly improved their strength. They also went to Hengyang. It was really lively."

Fei Bin showed admiration: "Senior Brother Zuo's plan is indeed brilliant. Zhao Rong must take this move head on."

"He will fight against all the heroes in the world. How much strength will he have left?"

Lu Bai followed up with a suggestion: "No matter how strong the sword energy is, it is also transformed by the true energy. Once he runs out of true energy, we will find a chance to kill him to prevent future troubles!"

Zuo Lengchan said: "I think Zhao Rong will have some deterrent measures."

"The people we have arranged will take advantage of this opportunity to stir up the emotions of those martial artists and leave Zhao Rong no chance to catch his breath. If he wants to scare everyone with one sword like he did in Fuzhou, that's a dream."

"After muddying the waters of Yancheng, we will wait for an opportunity to strike."

"it is good!"

"Fang Zheng and Chong Xu have already set off, so we will leave immediately as well."

"Yes!"

When the Songshan School took action, people from the Taishan School and the Hengshan School had already arrived in Huangzhou Prefecture.

Master Jin Guang of the Emei Sect has always ignored worldly affairs.

But this time the commotion was too big.

After Taoists Songwen and Songya spoke several times, Master Jinguang sent his junior fellow Master Jinding to act with them.

All the righteous sects gathered together. If the Emei Sect didn't send anyone to such an occasion, everyone would look down on the name Emei Sect in the future.

Others would say: You don’t dare to go to Emei Mountain to compete in the Hengshan Sword Competition!

Taoist Songya and Taoist Songwen were shocked once in Fuzhou last time, so how could they swallow this humiliation now?

Naturally, these people who are concerned about their reputation would try to get involved in Zuo Lengchan's conspiracy.

But
There are always exceptions in such a big world.

Some people don't have to care what others say even if they don't go to Hengyang.

For example, Dian Cang School!

Mo Ying is on the high cliff.

Zou Songqing told Shang Sufeng the news he had received from the underworld.

He soon got the answer from his master: "No."

Shang Sufeng's eagle eyes became sharper and sharper. He pointed at the Eagle Cliff opposite and said, "Have you ever seen flocks of goshawks?"

Zou Songqing said: "No."

"Yes, those flying in groups are probably just sparrows."

"These sparrows can only be food for the goshawk."

After hearing Shang Sufeng's words, Zou Songqing was shocked. He saw his master's back to him, and his voice slowly resounded through the high cliff:

"When it comes to swordplay with the Sword God, no one in the world understands it better than me, the Master."

"When I master my magical skills, there will naturally be a confrontation between hawks."

"Yes!!"

Zou Songqing shouted excitedly and couldn't help but bow to his master.

The master is a man who has fought with the Sword God for hundreds of moves!

Who among those who went to Hengyang could fight the Sword God for a hundred moves? Even if he didn't go to Hengyang, others could not blame him.

In the Dali martial arts world, Master has been revered as the Dian Cang Divine Sword.

This time when the Sword God was discussing sword skills around the world, Zou Songqing heard what his master said and instantly felt that the Moying Cliff would become a holy place for the Dian Cang Sect and even the Dali martial arts world!
……

May 1st, Five Gods Peak.

A green shadow lightly descended from the high cliff, and the mountain fog beside the road seemed to be cut off by a sword.

The two old men in charge of guarding the mountain bowed in greeting.

Yizi Dianjian and Wulu Shen's eyes lit up, and the excitement in their sharp eyes almost made them tremble.

How could they not know what happened in the martial arts world? !

Huge waves from the rivers and lakes are beating against the embankment of Yancheng endlessly!

The Hengyang city is already filled with jackals and wolves, and tigers and dragons are crouching everywhere!

The two mountain guards looked towards the west of Tianshan Mountain. In their eyes, the figure coming from the west was no longer a figure in green.

But a sword!

A divine sword unsheathed!

In the midsummer month, on the top of Tianshan Mountain, the Sword God came from the west to compete in sword fighting at Hengshan Mountain.!

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