final catastrophe

Chapter 207 23. Guan Wuchang (for Subscription)
Wudang closed the mountains, and the world was in chaos.

It was another snowy day, Ling Han scraped his bones, Xia Ji directly left a letter, saying that he went to practice swords in the depths of Wudang behind the forbidden area, this time is quite long, I hope all disciples don't worry.

At the same time, the deep mountain is dangerous, and I hope all the disciples must not set foot there, otherwise they will be expelled from Wudang.

In addition, he left a handwritten Wudang swordsmanship essential experience for his disciples' reference and study.

Putting on a thin black cloak, he single-handedly faced the barren mountain.

The wind is snowing, and the trees are drooping.

When passing the tombstone, Xia Ji placed the red plum blossoms in front of the tomb.

The faint fragrance blends into the snow.

He lowered his eyes and bowed his head, stood still for a moment, then strode away to face the wind and snow.

As soon as he entered the mountain forest, he didn't hide his speed anymore, his whole body turned into a black lightning, running wildly in the depths of the mountain forest.

Without eating, drinking or sleeping, he kept moving forward without stopping.

Three days later, he finally crossed Wudang, and appeared on the cliff behind the mountain. The wall stood thousands of feet high, and below it was rolling waves, piled up, like a thousand layers of rolling snow.

Naturally, Wudang's large formation of closing the mountain cannot cover this place. In fact, this formation cannot protect the back mountain at all.

It's just that ordinary people can't go to the almost Jedi back mountain, let alone worship the mountain from there.

"This should be a breathless sea." Xia Ji looked at the azure here, and then his body changed, and he took out a long-lost human skin mask from his arms.

"Ghost Town Swordsman" Guan Wuchang.

The chief culprit who caused the chaos in the world, single-handedly broke through the most powerful pass in the world, Ziwei, and caused nine bandits to enter the pass, choked their throats, and confronted the official family.

It was also the head of the once-destroyed "Bandits of the Yin Mountain".

"At first I wanted to play slowly. Since the Tianzhongzhou Huangquan site is about to open in less than four years, I'd better clear it up as soon as possible." Xia Ji smiled and put Guan Wuchang's mask on his face.

And circles of pale fire patterns spread out on the right hand, and skillfully fused the long knife in his hand into the impermanent weapon, the Langtou Yanyue Knife.

Maybe the wolf's head was not aggressive enough, so he added a few bony horns on top of the wolf's head, and pulled the wolf's eyes slightly with his fingers to raise them upwards.

It seems to be the appearance of the greedy wolf totem worshiped by some small tribes.

Holding a knife, he plunged into the sea.

And the fiery handle of the knife was immediately plasticized when it entered the scalding sea water, and white smoke rose from it.
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creek.

The winter snow melts in the sky, and the water is gurgling.

"Big sister, go north from here, turn around Pingfeng Mountain, we can hide in the north of the mountain, and then escape from Ziwei Pass when we are waiting. After leaving the pass, the sky and the earth will be big, and the Emperor Shang can't do anything to us anymore."

"We have many brothers, and the Emperor Shang is only a mere ten thousand people, how could it be so?" A voice asked in confusion.

"Don't mention it, the Witch King has led hundreds of thousands of troops, armed with all kinds of hidden weapons in the government, stationed Ziwei, and in less than two days, the city was broken, so what's the deal?"

"I heard that Emperor Shang's subordinates have too many strange things, and the number of them has no effect in front of him. Now it is only relying on the scattered protection of Lord Poisoner to work."

"But the bandits who Shanghuang can slaughter a city by destroying a city can't even escape. He and his subordinates are all devils."

This is a group of rogues, about a hundred of them, and the leader is a thin girl with freckles on her face.

She is not beautiful, and her figure is not slim, but the sword wrapped around her waist seems to be her fangs, and the bright red on the cloth proves that her sword is not a decoration .

She is a swordsman.

At least try to do it all the time.

"Sister! The brothers caught a few wild badgers, skinned them and roasted them, and the big hyenas still have several bags of coarse salt particles."

A voice came from a distance.

The thin girl didn't answer, she sat quietly under a bare tree.

Muttering to himself.

"It's better to learn from cherry blossoms, but to seek a moment of youth."

"If you want to draw a sword, your heart needs to be free from fetters."

She repeated these few words, while the long sword held in her left hand became tighter and tighter.

The battlefield where there was chaos and death everywhere appeared in his mind, as well as the undefeated Shanghuang who had defeated the five kings in just a few months.

And the people echoed, and the family's reputation is still alive.

Just like a little spark in the crisp autumn air, it will start a prairie fire in an instant.

Liu Lianxi doesn't like this kind of prairie fire. She hates these righteous ways and those hypocritical comforts. Those are disgusting. What she wants is profit, and what she wants is the secret book of Fengjiliu left by her father, but she keeps talking about it. That
He even forced himself to get married.

The law of the jungle is the eternal truth.

Although she may not be the strongest, she can always be the strongest.

Otherwise, she will feel hindered and feel uneasy.

If it is uneasy, the sword cannot be handed out.

So, she... doesn't want to retreat at all.

If you don't retreat, you will die.

She doesn't want to die either.

So for a while, she leaned against the bare tree, maybe next spring would be like a dream, but at this moment it was extremely ugly.

The tree is also looking forward to the most vigorous and lush day.

Liu Lianxi looked at her face in the lake, and compared to before, it had indeed changed a lot.

When did it start?
In her mind, the man who got drunk under the eaves like a prodigal son, drank with her under the moonlight and taught the Tao, and finally fell into the river without a trace.

This man is her mentor.

When Liu Lianxi thought of him, she thought of her own sword.

Every time she drew the sword, she would think of his words "Pour the wine and worship again", and after countless repetitions, she finally found the most clear state of mind.

If there is a fetter, cut it immediately!

Only with clarity can one be invincible with the sword.

For a moment, she was a little dazed, but there was a faint impulse in her heart.

Let's go to Ziwei Pass, walk in through the main entrance under the bright sun.

If anyone stops me, I will kill him.

Kill one person in ten steps, until the blood flows into a river, and then you can leave the gate.

The streams gurgling after the ice and snow have melted, like the occasional spring in a land of despair, and the young deer running and singing.

"Sister, it's ready to bake! The salt particles are also sprinkled! We're on our way after eating. We can camp at the foot of Pingfeng Mountain tonight."

A voice came from a distance.

Liu Lianxi frowned, but finally got up.

Because these people are rogues to others, but to themselves, they are really brothers, brothers who go through life and death, and live and die together.

This has nothing to do with sex.

But loyalty!

Just when she was about to get up, she suddenly saw a "floating corpse" floating in the stream.

She didn't want to care, but was about to leave when she stopped suddenly.

His eyes were fixed on the man's face.

First, it is still shiny, indicating that the person is not dead.

Secondly, the beautiful beard drooping on her chest, and the wolf-head crescent knife tightly held reminded her of a legend.

that legend
name

It's called Guan Wuchang!

(End of this chapter)