At the beginning, I gave up my military power with a cup of wine, and I ascended the throne

Chapter 140: Fighting the Sword God Thousand Miles Away

"That's what a natural sword body is like."

Xiao Han smiled and said, "A genius in swordsmanship can take off with the wind if he only needs an opportunity."

"But you still have to make plans early."

Miaoyu shook her head: "If I can't return home, I don't know if this sharp sword will hurt me in the future."

"When has your son ever made such a mistake?"

He said calmly: "If I can't even control Qingyao, how can I talk about my future great cause?"

After entering the General Pingxi's Mansion and getting this opportunity, if you don't use it for yourself, there will be only one outcome.

That is destruction.

Xiao Han knew this very well, Xue Changqing also knew this very well, and even Qingyao probably knew it in her heart.

Miaoyu stood up, made a cup of hot tea and brought it over.

Wudang Mountain.

Two terrifying auras collided, one was the way of heaven, the other was Confucianism. Every confrontation would cause the entire gate of Wudang Mountain to shake.

The earth was shaking, the clouds were surging, and there was faint roar of lightning. It was clearly early morning, but it felt like the end of the world.

Dark clouds covered the city, the sky was gloomy, and countless pavilions and towers were destroyed by the aftermath of the fight between the two.

Xue Changqing swung out a palm, carrying with him a force that could shake the world, and pressed down with one palm.

The powerful force spread from the palm of his hand, pushing across thousands of feet, with celestial phenomena occurring frequently and thunder roaring.

The young man swung an ancient sword, which was surrounded by sword lights and flew towards Xue Changqing.

"Boom."

The sword energy exploded, and the collision between the Way of Heaven and the Way of Confucianism did not result in a winner.

Just as Xue Changqing said, if it were his heyday, he would probably be a little more afraid.

however.

This young man right now is...

Not enough to scare him.

He took three steps in a row, turned his palm into a sword, and chopped down fiercely. His powerful cultivation was clearly revealed, and he once again pushed the young Taoist back.

Thousands of sword lights collapsed.

At this moment, an ancient green-bladed sword appeared above Wudang Mountain. The sword was three feet long and came from the sky.

The long sword fell silently from the sky and went straight towards the young Taoist priest.

See this.

Xue Changqing smiled and stopped entangled with the young Taoist priest. Instead, he went straight to Wang Chuyi, the head of Wudang.

Seeing the hand about to fall, the young Taoist priest opened his eyes wide and felt a sense of grief and anger in his heart.

He stretched out his hand to grasp the ancient sword, wanting to kill Xue Changqing, but the three-foot ancient sword came straight towards him.

The illusory power of heaven and earth was as fragile as a thin finger in front of the green sword and was cut through in an instant.

The long sword was as powerful as a bamboo breaking through bamboo. In half a breath, it appeared three feet in front of the young Taoist priest.

The terrifying sword intent contained in the sword made the young Taoist priest shudder and his scalp tingle. If he ignored the sword and tried to stop Xue Changqing, he would surely die.

No way.

He could only raise his sword and rush towards the three-foot green sword.

The two swords clashed, and the three-foot green sword was knocked back, but the young Taoist was also knocked back. The power of heaven and earth emanating from his body became crazy, and even some cracks appeared.

"Brother Headmaster."

Before the young Taoist priest could recover from the fight, he heard the cries of pain from his other fellow brothers.

Looking back, Xue Changqing, the most romantic man in the world, had already succeeded and was withdrawing.

The young Taoist's elder brother, Wudang's head monk Wang Chuyi, was lying on the ground with his eyes wide open, and his breath was gone from his body.

One of the top three Taoist masters of his generation died in such a miserable way on Mount Wudang, at the hands of Xue Changqing.

"Xue Changqing."

The young Taoist priest spoke, his face full of anger and his teeth gnashing.

He wanted to catch up, but the three-foot green sword drew an arc, turned back, and hovered three feet in front of the young Taoist priest.

The sword exuded a terrifying sharpness, and the entire Wudang felt a terrifying murderous aura.

The temperature dropped suddenly, and the Qingfeng Sword vibrated slightly, forcing the young Taoist priest to stop moving forward.

The power of heaven and earth that he borrowed was also rapidly dissipating, his aura faded, and his face turned pale. "Goodbye."

Xue Changqing walked away with a big laugh.

This battle.

It really feels good.

In the sky dozens of miles north of Wudang Mountain, thousands of swords and knives gathered into a long river of sword energy that tore through the clouds and mist, and moved towards Wudang in a mighty manner.

The sword energy exudes a sharp edge.

Just as the long river of sword energy was about to enter Wudang, a terrifying sword light dropped from the sky and slashed straight into it, cutting the long river of sword energy in half.

Jizhou.

Zhenbeihou Mansion.

The one-armed old man who was drinking tea with Xie Xuanli changed his expression slightly.

"how?"

Xie Xuanli asked hurriedly.

"There are still experts at the foot of Wudang Mountain."

The one-armed old man spoke, put down the teacup, and pointed his finger into a sword, pointing it into the void. In an instant, he was at the foot of Mount Wudang, a thousand miles away.

The broken river of sword energy gathered together again, a terrifying aura emerged, and thousands of swords vibrated, emitting sword whistles.

An ancient three-foot-long sword floated in the sky, blocking the long river of sword energy. Two equally powerful energies clashed at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

"Boom."

"Boom."

When they collided, it was like thunder in the sky igniting fire on the earth, and the sky suddenly became gloomy.

Inside the Mansion of Marquis Zhenbei.

The one-armed old sword god's sword is moving, and thousands of swords appear at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Xiliang City.

In the residence of the General Pingxi.

Xiao Han sat upright, also pinching his sword finger and pointing it at the void. At the foot of Wudang Mountain, the Qingfeng sword was attracted by his Qi and emitted thousands of sword Qis. His technique was not inferior to that of the one-armed old sword god.

Two long rivers of sword energy collided at the foot of Wudang Mountain. In an instant, countless swords and sword lights were annihilated, and then more sword energy emerged from the void.

foot of the mountain.

Xue Changqing, who was about to leave, stopped with his hands behind his back and looked up at the confrontation in the sky.

Even from a distance, one could feel the sharp sword energy coming towards him.

"What a strong swordsmanship."

Xue Changqing spoke with some shock in his tone. He knew that one of them was Xiao Han.

Xue Changqing didn't know who the other person was, but there were only a handful of people in the world who could have such level of sword skills.

Wudang Mountain.

The young Taoist priest looked at the two sword masters fighting at the foot of the mountain, across thousands of mountains and rivers, on Mount Wudang.

The sharp sword energy and domineering sword momentum, which were almost as powerful as the sword intent that dominated the sky and the earth, made the void tremble.

"who is it?"

The young Taoist priest was extremely weak at this time. He was unable to enter the state of spiritual connection and could only watch the battle.

But one of them must be the one coming from the Jizhou Marquis Mansion.

As for the other person, he didn't know.

The elders and the disciples who had regained consciousness fell beside the corpse of the headmaster Wang Chuyi, crying their hearts out.

The entire Wudang Mountain was shrouded in a sad atmosphere.

Pingxi General's Mansion.

Xiao Han's eyes were wide open with a gleam in them. In fact, as early as when he entered the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion at the beginning of the year, he had been looking for an opportunity to fight with the old sword god who was invincible sixty years ago.

I wanted to find out his background and see how much strength he had left, but unfortunately Xie Xuanli didn't give me this opportunity.

just now.

The opportunity is here.

(End of this chapter)