final catastrophe

Chapter 308 131. Sword Qi in the Fog

At the age of ten, he has already read a lot of books and passed the test of the family elders to enter the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

From then on, Wu Zhonghu stayed in the Sutra Pavilion all day long, not taking a single step.

Because he is the son of the patriarch and a gifted genius, the elders questioned him a few more times and let him come.

15 years old.

It was the first time that Wu Zhonghu walked out of the Sutra Pavilion, and then went into the Wu family's arsenal, choosing a lancet that was as thin as paper, and smaller and shorter.

family inspection.

It was spring at that time, and the mountain bee was flying among the flowers.

Wu Zhonghu drew his knife into the flowers, and wherever he went, bees fell to the ground.

Everyone was extremely surprised, so they wanted to give top grade results.

However, an elder found that all the bees survived, and the reason why they fell was because their wings were cut off.

The audience was shocked!

17 years old.

Wu Zhonghu has integrated the martial arts of various sects and schools in the Sutra Pavilion of the Wu family. No matter how he uses his sword, he doesn't stick to the form. No matter what it is, he will always cut it when he draws his sword, and he will hit it if he cuts it.

The knife law committee is as real as a ghost.

The future patriarch of this hidden first family martial family, who is almost certain, finally waited, and he went out of the valley to try alone.

The family was naturally worried, and sent the most elite shadow team to follow.

With the ability of Wu Zhonghu, he was naturally aware of it, but he was intelligent by nature, if he knew it, he would reject it, and the family would find other ways to arrange experts to protect him.

So after he left the hidden world valley, he waited for three full days before throwing away all the assassins in the shadow group.

On the other hand, he wandered through the Guanzhong of Longzangzhou, acting chivalrously.

Because his sword skills and body skills were too fast, the rescued people mistakenly thought it was done by gods, so many of his achievements did not leave him with any fame.

When Wu Zhonghu came out of the mountain, it was the time when the man who had stepped down as the head teacher of Wudang entered the Heavenly Court to recuperate from his injuries, so he had been listening to the legend of this man, but had never met him.

At this time, the Daolu opened.

Thousands of people flocked to Sword God Mountain, so he also came with a sword.

I heard that the number one swordsman is only in his 20s, Wu Zhonghu is not fighting for the three futons, he just wants to see them.
Perhaps more is dissatisfaction.

The next day.

The sky cleared up, and a ray of gold pierced through the darkness.

The sword servants opened their eyes one after another, then got up and ran to the top of the mountain.

After all, the first swordsman is the first to speak. Whoever can sit on the futon when the twilight lectures today is the disciple who entered the room.

But even a person with mediocre wisdom will understand that such a struggle will inevitably lead to a fight between dragons and tigers, and even those who have already sat on the futon will be pulled away by those who come later.

At that time, there will be chaos in front of the knife house, like a vegetable market, won't it make a joke?

But the sword waiters blindly believed in the immortal who opened the door to give lectures every day.

Therefore, at this time, thousands of people are moving in unison, with such a great momentum, that among the surrounding mountains, only the sound of footsteps can be heard coming suddenly like a torrential rain.

Then the group crashed headlong into the mist.

The fog in the mountains has not dissipated.

Suddenly, someone let out a palpitating roar, which seemed to be the animal's instinctive fear of the stronger one.

Because of fear, so cringe.

Soon there were sounds of falling, fear, and even retreating in the mist.

This sound only occupied a very small part of the sound of running footsteps, but soon, this trembling sound of fear rang out, overwhelming the sound of footsteps.

The people of the rivers and lakes later watched countless people withdraw from the mist with pale faces.

They went fast, and they retreated fast, even their calves began to soften, and they didn't look like Jianghu Lianjiazi at all.

Even the sword waiters in coarse linen clothes, many people withdrew.

It's just that they looked calm, looking up at the knife hut in the mist, with respectful expressions.

"Could it be that there are monsters in this mist?" Someone in the rivers and lakes couldn't help asking.

But looking at the person who retreated, with no injuries on his body, it was extremely strange, and he couldn't figure it out for a while.

"It's the sword intent of the first sword god." Someone who retreated said, "There is nothing in the fog, but the sight cannot see anything, and it relies on its own breath. But the first The sword god must be standing on the top of the mountain, and he exudes the sword intent on his body, like setting up a checkpoint, only those who pass can continue to climb the mountain, this may be the first test."

While he was speaking, his complexion was pale, as if he was about to vomit, and then the man hurriedly retreated to an open space, crossed his legs and adjusted his breath with luck, and the expression on his face recovered a little.

Zhang Wei, the spy of the Dragon Patrol Team from the imperial capital, didn't rush into the mist immediately. After hearing several news at this time, he also became curious for a while, and after a moment of pondering, he jumped into the mist .

As soon as Fang entered, he felt that his vision was completely invalid, and he couldn't see his fingers. It was like recklessly rushing into the belly of a white strange beast, and then began to circle in its intestines.

The mist rose strangely and didn't disperse at all. Even if Zhang Wei concentrated his mind, he could barely see the handle of the long knife hanging from his waist, dangling in the sticky white.

Except for blurred vision, nothing abnormal?

Zhang Wei secretly said.

But from time to time, there were bursts of panic, or madness, or shouts like waking up from a nightmare.
Soon, the spy of the dragon patrol team knew the reason.

Sword intent!
Crazy knife intent!
A peerless figure suddenly appeared in the mist, standing alone, accompanied by only a knife in his hand.

Zhang Wei felt a chill on his back, and when he raised his head, his forehead was even more painful, and the figure turned around slowly and looked over.

He didn't say much, just leaned over and charged, like the berserk moonlight, with the arc moon long knife in his hand, walking through the mist like wind and electricity.

Zhang Wei only felt that his limbs were caught by something, and he was frozen and unable to move. He could only watch the long knife occupying his entire eyeball more and more, becoming the only one in the sharply constricted pupils.

Do not! !

After all, he is also a spy of the Dragon Patrol Team. Between "life and death", he suddenly drew his sword and shouted like thunder, and a fierce aura also came out of his body if it had any substance, and fiercely clashed with the lonely figure holding the long knife. Collided together.

Zhang Wei supported for three seconds, but his hand softened, and the long knife fell to the ground with a "bang".

And the color of the knife like the moonlight passed by.

But it was just a phantom, like a cold wind blowing on the face.

Zhang Wei's body was not injured, but his heart was broken and his blood clotted, his soul was frightened and his soul was about to disperse, he was extremely shocked.
He hurriedly backed away, only to find that his legs were filled with lead, and his clothes were soaked through.

Is this the sword intent of the first sword god?
At the same time, he was testing tens of thousands of visitors and saber gestures. It is really terrifying that he can still maintain such a saber intent.

Seeing the power of the former Wudang teacher again, Zhang Wei shook his head with a wry smile, turned around and walked away slowly.

(End of this chapter)