My enemies became my companions

Chapter 443: A Thought of Wu Bu Yue (Two in One)

After leaving the cave, the three women walked through the creepy rift valley and found the mountain top was as close as it could be.

The sword intent became stronger and more active and violent. The whistling wind blew away the fallen leaves all over the ground. Not only could Lu Ying see the wind lines, but Min Ning also vaguely saw the sword intent condensed into white wind lines.

Min Ning's breathing became rapid. From the moment she entered this secret realm, she could feel that the sword intent here was particularly active and spiritual. No wonder Master Bai wanted to use it to refine sword pills. If she could get a sword pill condensed from the sword intent here, it would be truly indestructible.

A thick sea of ​​clouds pressed down on the top of the mountain, the thunder had not subsided, and thick lightning flashed from the sky like pillars. The sword's intent became more and more manic and restless in the tearful light, as if awaiting someone's birth.

Is it Wu Buyue?

Min Ning didn’t know, she just felt inexplicably excited.

Just at this moment, on the mountain road, Yin Weiying suddenly stopped and raised the peach wood sword forward.

Min Ning couldn't help but feel puzzled.

The next moment, she was no longer confused.

The scene in front of me was like ripples on the water, with waves of water spreading out, and in the mirror in the water, two figures in yellow and purple Taoist robes stepped out of thin air.

One of them holds a precious umbrella, and the other holds an ancient sword.

The two of them had an otherworldly aura, like fairies in a painting. They were out of tune with the dark sky, and there was a faint shimmering light all around them.

The three women were all shocked, but before they could figure out the reason.

Ming Dao Yuan Jun, who was holding the ancient sword, stared at Min Ning and Lu Ying and said:

"The 'Wu Buyue' imprisoned here actually woke up for the two of you."

The two women were both at a loss, but Min Ning was keenly aware that the immortal's aura had enveloped them, and a thin, lavender light was floating over like smoke.

Min Ning drew his sword from its sheath.

The eight-character sword inscription "One breath of wind and clouds, sword opens three lights" has a solemn and dignified aura. When the purple air approaches, it stops in its tracks as if it is afraid of a poisonous snake.

Mingdao Yuanjun exclaimed.

This sword can actually cut off the purple energy of the immortals.

Just as Mingdao Yuanjun was surprised, Lizheng Yuanjun, who was holding the treasure umbrella, looked at Yin Weiying and said in a loud voice:

"Taihua Mountain, did you kill my Chongyang Temple people in your dream?"

It was like a bell ringing in his heart. Yin Weiying's snow-white figure was instantly shaken, and he took several steps back in an instant.

A trace of blood oozed from his brow.

The pain came from his consciousness and Yin Weiying's face turned pale.

Seeing this scene, Li Zhengyuanjun's golden eyes revealed a look of surprise:

"But he is at the Jindan stage, but he has the Nascent Soul to protect him. Whether it is opportunity or talent, he is really rare. Taihua Mountain... is full of talents."

Yin Weiying wiped the blood from her brow. She felt a faint tearing pain in her soul, but she still stood there.

Li Zhengyuan narrowed his eyes and said:

"But Taihua Mountain sent someone else, but they chose to send a junior who is not even at the Golden Core stage. I don't think he can help us."

On his left side, Ming Dao Yuan Jun tapped his finger and the ancient sword was suspended in the air. He said softly:

"Don't delay. There are three of you, junior brothers. Let's solve this as soon as possible.

Moreover, these three people dreamed of killing people from Chongyang Temple like us, so we killed them on the spot, which was just to eliminate the demons and defend the way. "

As the words fell, the wind around them seemed to stop.

Min Ning didn't even think twice, he picked up his sword and stepped forward to kill the two immortals!
Her figure flashed almost suddenly in front of Mingdao Yuanjun, and the purple aura lingering around her was almost solved by the Fengyun Sword. At this moment, Mingdao Yuanjun saw the invisible lightning on the sword and resolved his confusion. Since it had been tempered by thunder for decades, it was not surprising that it could break through the purple aura that protected the immortals.

The sword blade slashed forward with the wind, and Mingdao Yuanjun did not retreat at all, but just leaned back.

Min Ning's pupils shrank slightly, and he saw that the long sword clearly cut Ming Dao Yuanjun in half at the waist, but the latter's body was like clouds and smoke, and it separated, and the sword seemed to cut into the air.

She slashed again with the sword horizontally.

Mingdao Yuanjun's figure turned into clouds and mist facing the sword, and could fly away at any time. With an immortal smile on his face, he flicked his fingers, and the ancient sword shone brightly.

A little light appeared from the tip of the sword, and it stabbed towards Min Ning's forehead.

Min Ning suddenly turned her head and tried to dodge, but she saw that spot of light suddenly turned an incredible arc and swept behind her. Then the entire ancient sword flashed behind her, and the sword was about to pierce her whole body.

At this critical moment, Lu Ying moved. She clasped her hands together and pointed at Min Ning from a distance. A circle of golden light gathered around the latter.

The golden light tore the ancient sword into pieces like paper.

Min Ning took advantage of this slight delay to react, rolled to the side, then stood up and took a step away, creating a distance of several feet.

She turned around and was about to move from the left.

Li Zhengyuanjun waved his precious umbrella, and the tip of the umbrella drew a circle to the left.

With a loud bang, Min Ning hit an invisible high wall and his shoulder became numb from the shock.

Li Zhengyuanjun drew another circle to the right, and two high walls pressed forward from both sides.

But a scarred dark blue Yuanying broke through Yin Weiying's eyebrows, and the magic sword went straight out and smashed the high wall on the right.

Min Ning turned and rushed to the right.

Li Zhengyuanjun showed displeasure and laughed sarcastically:
"What a Taihua goddess who is eager to die."

After saying that, he no longer paid attention to Min Ning, raised his foot and stomped heavily in the direction of Yin Weiying.

Yin Weiying's soul was shaken for a moment, his eardrums bulged, and a long-lasting tinnitus occurred.

Blood began to spread from all seven orifices.

She still gritted her teeth, and after her figure swayed, she stood still with the peach wood sword in her hand.

Li Zhengyuanjun still sneered and was about to take another step.

Ming Dao Yuan Jun on the side dealt with Min Ning's swordplay with ease, stepping lightly without getting hurt by a single leaf.

Although the two immortals were standing on flat ground, they seemed to be looking down.

Zhou Yitang lowered his eyes slightly.

Just at this time,

The wind that had been still before suddenly started moving again.

A huge and majestic pillar of lightning came from a thousand feet high in the sky, piercing through the sea of ​​clouds and smashing onto the top of the mountain!
The whole world was illuminated white.

In the vast white sky, a white-haired figure suddenly landed at the end of the mountain path.

The two immortals stopped at the same time.

Mingdao Yuanjun ignored Min Ning's sword attack and used all his strength to operate the ancient sword. A thick purple aura rose into the sky, and Li Zhengyuanjun's brilliant purple umbrella bloomed in an instant, swirling out a halo with thousands of complex patterns.

At this moment, the figure passed between the two of them.

The white-haired old man just spit out his sleeves and stretched out his hands, and two streams of golden blood splashed high before the ancient sword and umbrella!
The blood of the two immortals spurted out, the yellow and purple robes filled with purple mist were shattered, and the pure glass body was cracked into thousands of cracks. The leader of the Six Yangs slid down silently and fell into the mud with a plop.

The white-haired old man wiped the blood off his face, and the immortal blood dripped onto the ground, like boiling hot gold that had been boiled into water.

Min Ning's eyes widened, and the two girls behind him also looked horrified.

I only heard the old man's plain voice, "...Who inherited Yinjianshan's legacy?"

.........

Wu Bu Yue.

As soon as he appeared, three words seemed to fall into the minds of the three people like thunder.

Golden blood flowed down like a stream, flowing along the mountain road to the feet of the three people. The old man who suddenly appeared in front of them and killed two immortals very easily had thick eyebrows with three or four layers of wrinkles. Thunder rumbled, constantly illuminating his face.

Min Ning's breathing suddenly became heavy.

They had just witnessed the abilities of the two immortals, but in this man's hands, they were killed as easily as killing a chicken. What kind of terrifying martial power did it take to behead two immortals in an instant?

As for not being able to see the attack movements, that is the second best thing.

However, it is meaningless to distinguish whether this person is an enemy or a friend because the gap is too huge.

The most important thing is to find out why he suddenly appeared?
Yin Weiying was also stunned at this moment. Facing the two immortals invited by the Chongyang Temple, to be honest, even she had the idea of ​​abandoning the other two women and running away.

Seeing no one answering, the white-haired old man asked again:

"Among you...who has inherited the mantle of Yinjianshan?"

There was a hint of impatience in his voice. The old man did not explain why he was looking for someone to inherit Yin Jianshan's mantle. It seemed unnecessary, or perhaps justified.

Lu Ying hesitated for a moment, then walked out and said, "I..."

The white-haired old man stared at Lu Ying deeply, frowning and saying:

"It's all smoke and dust..."

The old man's vision is like a sharp sword, piercing through the flesh and soul, depending only on the person's state of mind.

The white-haired old man asked again: "Can you see the sword?"

Lu Ying was a little confused, but still answered: "Old man, are you talking about... those lines?"

"It is still visible. It is indeed a pearl. But even if there is a pearl, it is covered in dust. It is a pity that Yinjian Mountain has wasted such a natural treasure..."

Lu Ying, who once had the comment "Tao heart is like a crane", is now in a state of confusion. She had felt that she had been wavering recently, and her face darkened when the old man said this.

Lu Ying lowered his head and said, "I don't know..."

The white-haired old man looked disappointed and shook his head.
"Forget it. The sword pond is about to collapse and there is not much time left. Since you are from Yinjian Mountain, I will let you try. If you want to die now, just say it and I will kill you. There is no shortage of good wood for coffins in this mountain."

The more he spoke, the more horrifying it became. Lu Ying asked in confusion, "Try what?"

A gleam of light flashed in the cloudy eyes of the white-haired old man.
"Break my swordsmanship."

After these five words were spoken, Lu Ying's breathing stagnated for a moment, Min Ning's heroic brows were almost wrinkled, while Dayin maintained a calm expression.

Based on what the Taoist priests said earlier and the legend of the Chongyang Sword Pond, the white-haired old man who killed the immortal with his own hands must be the Sword Demon Wu Buyu.

He was the best in the world for the past sixty years, and no one could surpass him even in a single thought.

Realizing this, Lu Ying felt an invisible pressure on her heart. She didn't understand why Wu Buyu was waiting for someone to break his swordsmanship, but her intuition told her...

If you can't break it, you will die.

At this time, there was a hand on her shoulder.

Turning her eyes sideways, she saw Min Ning coming up to her, patting her on the shoulder, and saying to Wu Buyu:

"Can I have one more person?"

Lu Ying's pupils shrank slightly, and the nun was also slightly stunned.

Wu Buyu glanced at Min Ning, and his brows finally relaxed a little.

"His swordsmanship is not as good, but his temperament is suitable. Well, you should give it a try as well." After that, he sighed and said, "It has been several decades since the battle of Dangyang Lake, and only half of the young men have come to be formidable. It's a pity that there are talented people in Jiangshang every generation. Even if there are young men to be formidable in a thousand years, I would have turned into a pile of yellow earth long ago."

.........

What Wu Buyu wanted was to wait for someone to break his swordsmanship, which required a great talent in swordsmanship.

And from just a few words, Min Ning deduced that the half-formidable young man he mentioned was none other than Zhou Yitong, the contemporary swordsman of Yinjian Mountain.

"Swordsmanship is swordsmanship, and the way of swordsmanship is the way of swordsmanship. I don't use my power to suppress others. If you are at the fourth level of martial arts, I will suppress you to the next level. If you are at the fifth level, I will be at the sixth level, and so on."

Wu Buyu led the three people to the top of the mountain and said in a comforting tone:

"It shouldn't be that difficult."

On the flat land at the top of the mountain, wild reeds bow their heads in the wind.

Along the way, hundreds of long swords of various types can be seen immersed in the white light.

Wu Buyue said: "They are all swords of the young people."

Lu Ying recognized one of the swords and said with a slightly pale face, "It's... the sword of the master of Greenbeard Peak. It turns out that someone from Yinjian Mountain has been here before..."

Wu Buyu said: "There have been many people from Yinjian Mountain who I have visited. Although they are women, their desire to learn swords is no less than that of many men. Every one of them has walked out of the Juejian Cave."

Lu Ying's face turned even paler. She might be one of the people from Yinjian Mountain who died here.

Min Ning brushed past one of the swords and saw a sharp cold light. A barely perceptible but extremely fatal crack spread across the sword. Along the crack, the hilt of the sword was cut off in half, and there were dirty bloodstains on the hilt.

The man holding the sword was dead. Min Ning could even judge that his arm was cut off by the sword before he died.

Then I thought about the fact that Zhou Yitang had one arm...

Min Ning's eyes were darker. Even Zhou Yitong just survived and became a half-formidable young man in the old man's mouth.

Although she occasionally brought up the sword armor and boasted that she might not be inferior to Zhou Yitang in the future, could she really be better than Zhou Yitang? Min Ning actually had no confidence in her heart.

She is certainly known as a talented swordsman by others.

Look up again,

The ground was covered with swords, and the dim cold light was buried deep among the reeds, blurring out.

Everyone who died here was a great swordsman.

The ground was covered with long swords like circles of tree rings, surrounding the very center of the mountain top, where there was almost no grass.

“When the time comes, I will stand there, motionless,” Wu Buyu pointed at the circles of swords and continued, “Some people died ten feet away. It was not because I fought with them there, but because they died ten feet away. The closer they were to me, the closer they were to breaking my swordsmanship. The most unfortunate one was him, his name was Xiao Daoping, he learned 90% of my swordsmanship…”

What Wu Buyu was pointing at was a dark green sword with cracks all over the blade and the long tassel at the end of the handle had rotted in half and lost its color.

Upon hearing this, Yin Weiying looked at the sword carefully and saw the words "Xuanming" engraved on the sword. Finally, he could no longer hold on and said in shock:

"Didn't it say that Xiao Daoping of the Northern Xuanming, the sword immortal Xiao Daoping who revived the Dao Court of the Northern Hu Great Snow Mountain, has ascended to become an immortal?"

Wu Buyu said calmly: "When I killed him, he was indeed about to ascend to heaven in broad daylight."

Lu Ying suddenly remembered this person at this moment. Xiao Daoping was also a peerless figure in the mountain. He once went north to revive the Quanzhen Sect, just like Qiu Chuji's discussion of Taoism in the Snow Mountain.

With such a great achievement, he was almost the next leader of Chongyang Palace, the ancestral temple of Quanzhen Sect. However, when he was supposed to succeed the leader, he suddenly had a strange phenomenon and ascended to heaven in broad daylight... If Wu Buyu was not lying, then it was a lie made up by Chongyang Palace to save face.

Even such a person died here...

Lu Ying was so frightened that he felt a chill.

The white-haired old man looked back, his eyes filled with disappointment.
"Seven days. I will give you seven days to break my swordsmanship. You will stay in the Absolute Sword Cave for now. After seven days, come to this mountain top to ask for sword skills."

(End of this chapter)