I have many teachers

Chapter 801

The Taishang old Taoist smiled bitterly, closed his eyes, sighed and murmured:

"really……"

A thousand li snow dragon can be broken with one move.

Whether it is a grand master who is free and unrestrained, or a villager who does not know how to move and relies solely on brute force.

In front of him, there is no difference at all.

Look at the world.

Dugu Maha was killed without being hit by this blow, he even said that he was not even injured, his physique was like a diamond, he was just hit by one blow, but was thrown into the ground.

But this move is already the strongest move he can display.

Dugu Maha seemed to be crying and laughing.

Sitting for 30 years, walking alone for [-] miles, nourishing the spirit and mind.

Was defeated by a frontal move.

In the hole that was smashed out, Dugu Maha suddenly lost the will to continue to shoot, not only the will, but even the state of mind that sat for 30 years, polished like a perfect pearl, also appeared cracks.

He used to think that it was the height of the sky, but now he has climbed one mountain after another, overlooking the warriors of the world, but the sky is still there.

Looking up, the distance between him and the sky has not shortened in the slightest.

For the first time, pain appeared in his eyes.

The Daoist Grand Priest drank the last cup of tea, stood up with a flick of his sleeves, and rushed out into the sky.

We stepped up to the sky and reached the twelfth floor of the Xuan Palace.

In the teahouse, Que Pengfu was dumbfounded. He looked at the old man who was wandering up to Kunlun, and then at the big black bear standing outside in the snow. His lips were trembling, and he sat on the ground directly, his eyes blank.

Did you really see a fairy this time?
The Taoist priest with a high status in the Taoist ancestral home stood at the foot of the Kunlun Ruins and bowed calmly.

With white hair and white beard, the shabby Taoist robes are not intrusive at all. At this time, the slovenly old man suddenly became [-]% popular. With one hand stretched out, Bai Xue gathered into a Daoist Seven Star Sword, holding it upside down, and calmly said:
"The Taoist sect is too high, ask for a bit of Kunlun Qi from seniors."

The sword lights up, shoots at the bull fight, and pulls the purple energy.

The sky and the earth were bright and clean, but it suddenly darkened. Many stars appeared in the sky, and the clear starlight sprinkled down. The Daomen Taishang went up to Kunlun with a sword, and two sword qi shot up into the sky, smashing the starlight. The old man stretched out his right hand, holding the sword that shattered Zhou Tianxing in his hand.

With a little force, the blade split.

With a wave of his hand again, if the soldiers are disbanded, Taoists who are enough to stand statues in the Taoist sects of the world, receive incense and sacrifices for thousands of years, and even qualify to be granted the title of god by the emperor cough up blood and fly out.

The leader of Tianshan opened his hands, raised his left hand, and fell silent for a while, but still did not draw his sword.

But Pengfu was at a loss.

The green-clothed scholar who was drinking slowly stood up, held a glass of wine, and drank it with his neck up. He drank three glasses in a row, as if he felt that it was not refreshing enough, and he was not afraid of burning his hands. Going out, he casually grabbed a black pottery wine bowl on the table with his left hand.

The wind and snow were blowing, and he didn't take off to ride the wind, so he walked slowly up Kunlun, his white hair was blown back by the wind and snow, and the wrinkles on his face were obvious. He was already an old man, and he poured himself a drink while walking, Big sleeves are full of wind and snow.

After drinking the last bowl of wine, the old man raised his eyes, stretched his muscles and bones while holding the wine jar, and murmured:
"Kunlun...don't worry, don't rush."

"Let me exercise my muscles first."

The thunder was like a dragon, entangled in his body, Tsing Yi turned into a blue shirt, and then took a step forward, the sound of thunder flashed across the sky, the figure of a scribe appeared beside Mai, raised his hand and punched out.

The white-haired scholar in green shirt danced wildly, chaotic like a lion, meditating silently in his heart.

Ben Lei, in the beginning.

A punch of thunder flashed, the old man in sackcloth looked surprised, and tilted his head, the punch was like piercing through the air, smashing through the white snow and the thunder, the thunder and white snow were like chaos, everything was under the wind of the fist, Taishang half-kneeled on the ground, lifted When he opened his eyes, he seemed to see the junior who was practicing boxing in the snow.

The thunder is running, and the chaos is at the beginning.

but has given up...

The old man in sackcloth made a counterattack at will, the figure of the green-clothed scribe flickered, pulled away the afterimage of thunder, dodged a move in an instant, and appeared next to him, only the speed of thunder could do this. .

Dugu Maha recognized that thunderbolt, his eyes widened.

Jian Kui murmured: "Ben Lei, Taishi."

"Li Wu pawn?!"

Although it has form, it has no quality, which is Taishi.

The berserk Thunder was a false move, and the old man on the opposite side still only raised one hand, and his feet stood still.

Lei Ting never touched him, but changed again, avoiding his edge, and smashed heavily on the back of the old man in the Kunlun Ruins.

Su Gu narrowed his eyes.

"Ben Lei, Tai Su"

"Shenwu Mansion."

But before changing his moves, the Kunlun old man took a step forward, his fists landed in the thunder, and the thunder dispersed, and the green-clothed scribe stepped on the white snow with both feet, and stepped backwards, almost getting hit Hit out of Kunlun Mountain, stabilize your figure, and the small half of the mountain was crushed.

But the gods on Kunlun who once stepped half-step in the fairy land on land have already used their hands.

Blood flowed from the corner of the blue-clothed scribe's mouth.

The old man in the Kunlun Ruins looked at this guy in Tsing Yi, the sackcloth on his back was scorched black, his expression was slightly solemn, and he said: "You are very good, I remember you, boxing and thunder are very strong..."

"You are here today, the first two, one for revenge and one for the younger generation."

"What are you doing for? For the younger generation, for fame?"

The green-clothed scribe staggered to his feet, coughing up a big mouthful of blood. After receiving such a blow, the wine jar in his hand couldn't be broken, but even if it wasn't broken, most of it had already been spilled out. After shaking, only the wine jar was left. After taking a sip, the scribe's footsteps were slightly scattered, as if he was drunk, holding the wine jar.

The white hair tied up by the girl was scattered again.

yes, white hair...

The old man Kunlun looked at him, as if he had discovered something, his expression was moved, and he said, "You, what a pity."

"Your foundation..."

"Stop, your foundation is not stable. If you strike with all your strength, your aura and aura are slowly passing away. If you continue, you may fall into decline and your lifespan will be greatly damaged. Is this necessary for fame and fortune or revenge?"

"I don't remember ever seeing you."

"I really haven't seen it before."

The green-clothed scribe was indifferent, and raised his hand to stroke his white hair, with the usual expression on his face.

Already old, old.

A lifetime goes by so quickly.

The corner of the old man's mouth hooked.

60 years ago, when he was a fledgling boy, he met Hongyi, who was his nemesis, and was bullied so much that he wanted to throw away his sword, cut off his horse, and return to the village to farm.

Thirty years ago, he was a famous hero, a famous general, and the top three masters in the world. On the final battlefield, he stabbed to death the number one general in the world.

But 50 years ago, he was a captain of Daqin who achieved nothing and had no ambitions.

What I like most every year is to get together with my friends, and listen quietly to them talking about their future, listening to him saying that he wants to travel all over the world, trying famous swords all over the world, listening to him saying that he wants to open up boundless territory for Daqin, and listening to her saying that he wants to become a Daqin. Zhao Guo's first female general.

He drinks the least amount of alcohol.

Looking at them, you will be intoxicated without drinking.

He thinks that is the world.

Happy love and hatred, confidante, life and death intersect.

It's just that back then, by the time he was the only one rushing away, it was already too late. He desperately rushed in from the flank, saw Zhao Hongxiu Xu Guo with his own eyes, and didn't even have time to say the last word.

An Feng once wondered why there is always such a savage red-clothed girl in his stories, and why he always jumps his feet in anger, but there is no further story.

Because in the original story, they had no future.

The old man in Kunlun Ruins spoke.

why?
The old man burst out laughing suddenly, tears came out of his laughter.

Hongxiu went.

The Tianjing sword breaks the sword.

Wang Tiance died of illness.

Zhang Daqi was martyred.

Li Shude grew old and became a monster...

Back then, the stars were so bright, and the rivers and lakes were so happy...

It's not right, it's not right...

In my rivers and lakes, there are heroes with a sword, strong men who measure the land on foot, young Taoists with swords, who can cry and laugh, sing and drink wildly, sword immortals cross the river with their swords, and powerful people go to Kunlun with breath. There are a hundred schools of thought contending, there are The book business is full of vigor, happy and unrestrained, with the sword spirit and drunkenness, the ground is smashed, and the strongman walks against the tripod and crosses the mountains and rivers.

For the younger generation?For a false name?
The white-haired Lidao laughed, with disdain on his face, he staggered and raised his hand to raise the wine jar.

Wang Tiance, I have done what I promised you.

An Feng, he has grown up, he is great.

I'm off to do my own thing.

Tianjing Sword, Li Shude...

Red sleeves, red sleeves.

The old man's expression softened.

This time, I will finally not get drunk earlier than you.

A jar of wine was full, and then smashed to the ground.

Respect our rivers and lakes, respect our happy grievances!
Great Qianyuan, the world is in chaos, but we still have our wishes, and we will live up to our wishes.

The old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stretched out his right hand towards the distance, and laughed loudly:
"Everyone in the world knows that the Great Qin Li's military soldiers use thunder boxing skills, and Shenwu Li's Dao soldiers are unstoppable. Who remembers the knight-errant who supported the wind and held the sword?!"

"Li Wu is here, Xiao Dezi, draw your sword!"

In the distant city of Tianjing.

Taishanghuang Li Shude pressed the violently shaking sword box, with a look of tears and smiles on his face, he suddenly said angrily:

"Hold it down, hold it down for me!"

"Abandon the Dao, I don't borrow it, I don't borrow it!"

Li Lian tightly hugged the sword box.

In the sword box, the sword screamed violently.

Li Shude looked up at the outside, staggered out, and pursed his lips tightly.

No, don't borrow!
He knows the state of renunciation.

He is also old, holding a sword in this state...

But the sound of the sword cry became thicker and more violent, Li Shude clenched his teeth tightly, bit his lip, and blood flowed out.

When he was young, he sneaked out of the palace, didn't know that the master was behind, and Li Wu stole pigs and was thrown around. At that time, he was full of food and could only wear a boa robe. When people talk, they share blessings and difficulties, and they can borrow anything they want, as long as I have it, as long as you want it.

The old man Li Shude looked at the sky, his expression changed, and finally took a step back, and murmured decadently:
"Are you really, going to do this?"

"Zhenyue, Zhenyue..."

After being silent for a while, Li Shude gritted his teeth, turned his head, grabbed the sword box as he did when he was a boy, and then cried out to the sky with a half cry and a smile:

"Li Wu, take it!"

"I said, in this life, this sword is only lent to you, one day with you, one day with me!"

"Give me back alive!"

Holding the scabbard, he raised his hand to grab the sheathed long sword on the side, and threw it to the sky. The sword took off its scabbard instantly and screamed violently. No one knew that this sword could be used by anyone except Li Shude.

The survivors of Fen VI, flog the world with this sword.

Watching the stage set Qin Jian.

Zhenyue broke the sword box and followed closely behind.

Someone in Tianjing City borrowed a sword from thousands of miles away, and the sword energy soared to the sky.

Li Wu holds the sword.

Sword energy rises on Kunlun Mountain.

The old man in the Kunlun Ruins clenched his fists, understanding the purpose of the person in front of him, as if seeing a friend from the past, before his condition declined, before he could no longer hold his sword tightly, he fought with all his strength and fought to the death.

How can I die on the collapse? !
The old man in white beard and linen clothes closed his eyes.

The spirit soared to the sky, and after the death of the previous generation of sword masters, the Kunlun Immortal once again shot with all his strength.

"Please."

There was a white-haired old man with beard and hair like a wild lion, who raised his head and laughed loudly:
"Fame?! Life? When did I ever care?!"

"Fu Feng Li Wu, use this sword to get out of the rivers and lakes!"

There is a sword bright and bright, not inferior to the sun.

It wasn't the Great Qin who left the army to conquer the world, it wasn't the gods and warriors who abandoned the Dao and took over the six kingdoms, it wasn't the general who galloped across the snowfields to destroy the country, nor was it the sloppy elders in Daliang Village who took care of their children.

It's Li Wu, just Li Wu.

Li Wu next to the red clothes.

The great Qin swordsman Li Wu who yearned for the pleasures of the rivers and lakes back then returned to the rivers and lakes 50 years later after being relieved of his heavy responsibilities.

There was only one sword.

A sword split the Twelve Stories of the Tianmen Ladder.

One sword out, one sword back.

There are immortals in the sword.

Immediately fell.

PS: Today's second update is presented......

Three thousand six hundred words.

It's Li Bo's story, no, it's his life, he and An Feng are two people after all.

After all, he is a warrior, a famous general in the world.

(End of this chapter)