Zongwu: Two Thousand Years Later, I Will Be the Emperor of Heaven!

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　　Just look at the crystal clear pool next to the Jiejian Stone, where there is a rusty long sword eroded by running water.

　　Zhang Sanfeng's [-]th birthday banquet, with a slight white beard and condensed temperament, the man in the white clothes Shengxue has come to this point and insisted on bringing his sword up.

　　Clang!Clang!Clang!

　　When Ying Yu and the others arrived in front of the Jiejian Pond, the seven or eight Wudang disciples stationed here drew out their swords, and the sharp swords were aimed at the person who came.

　　Facing the sword edge of a Wudang disciple, the man in white moved his thin mouth slightly, "If you want Ye to disarm the sword, you can't do it!"

　　South China Sea, Feixian Island, Baiyun City City Lord Ye Gucheng!

　　"They really can't do it. But I promise that if you, City Lord Ye, insist on breaking through, you will go a hundred meters at most, and your sword made of cold iron will be shot down."

　　Before Ye Gucheng's voice fell, a gentle male voice sounded, without the slightest sarcasm, but simply stating a fact.

　　Ye Gucheng looked back subconsciously, and saw three men and one woman who came behind him at some point.

　　The man at the head wore a jet-black dragon-patterned robe.

　　"Qin Huang Ying Yu?"

　　Ye Gucheng's eyes and pupils tightened when Yingyu went up the mountain for half an hour. .

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　　When in doubt, use a positive tone, mixed with a hint of complex emotions.

　　"City Lord Ye, you are a swordsman who is sincere with the sword." Ying Yu said calmly, "A proud person like you, if you lose the battle, you will most likely choose to die!"

　　"Heh!" Ye Gucheng chuckled, but did not refute Ying Yu's words, and the corner of the light did not leave Mo Crow and Bai Feng behind Ying Yu.

　　He could feel that the black and white two people, no matter which martial arts, were superior to him.

　　"With your current swordsmanship, you are certainly a master of the generation, but you are still not an invincible swordsman." Ying Yu continued, "Everyone in the world knows that Wudang will not be calm these few days. City Lord Ye is here, presumably for the sake of Watch the fun, increase your experience, and improve your own swordsmanship. However, your martial arts are not enough for Wudang to make an exception for you. Now you have two choices. First, put down your sword here in exchange for the opportunity to enter the Zixiao Palace; Two, insist on pushing hard, and be taught a lesson by Wudang masters!"

　　"These two choices are also applicable to the owner of Ximen Villa!"

　　Before Ying Yu could finish his words, there was another person on the mountain road behind him.

　　The person who came, Shengxue in white clothes like Ye Gucheng, with a condensed bearing, if it wasn't for the lack of a beard, many people would confuse him with Ye Gucheng.

　　A black scabbard sword with sword intent on his waist, when he saw Ye Gucheng, to be exact, the cold iron sword of Ye Gucheng, trembled slightly in the scabbard and made a subtle sword cry.

　　The visitor is the owner of Wanmei Villa——Ximen Chuixue!

　　Crackling!

　　Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue are naturally not the swordsmen with the strongest swordsmanship and the most advanced swordsmanship in Shenzhou today, the sword king Qu Hanshan, the hero Yan Nantian and others are not under him.

　　For example, Cai Lin, Mu Yingxiong, and Ying Yu himself, the master swordsmen of Goryeo, are swordsmen who are far ahead of them.

　　If it is said that they are Shenzhou martial arts, the two swordsmen who are most obsessed with swords, but not many people will object.

　　Two similar people, subconsciously looking at each other, have an urge to let go and fight.

　　Clang!Clang!Clang!

　　Ye Gucheng's cold iron sword, Ximen Chuixue's black sheath sword, and even the mottled rusty sword in Jiejian Pond all trembled.

　　It was a coincidence that Ying Yu and his party were in the most intense battle between two kendo idiots and sword intent. Ying Yu, Mo Ya, and Bai Feng were all good. They were all great masters, and their martial arts were even better than Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue.

　　Wang Yuyan, whose cultivation was not in the innate realm, couldn't stand it any longer.

　　Ying Yu stretched out a hand, embraced Wang Yuyan in his arms, and brought the sword fingers of his right hand together, using the unique technique of the Heavenly Emperor's finger of destroying the gods.

　　Clang!

　　The sharp sword radiance bloomed from Ying Yu's fragile fingertips, like the Dinghai Shenzhen needle that stopped the storm, quelling the changes caused by Ye Gucheng's confrontation with Ximen Chuixue Jianyi.

　　In an instant, the pressure was so heavy that it made people unable to breathe, and the restless swords returned to calm.

　　The sword qi leaked by Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue met the supreme ruler of Wanjian, and disappeared.

　　Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue turned their heads and looked at Ying Yu, the two pairs of sword eyes flashing with the same luster:

　　"You are also a swordsman?"

　　"Of course, the sword is the soldier of the gentleman." As if he had done a trivial matter, Shi Shiran retracted his sword finger, "How can I not use it?"

　　"What about your sword?" Ye Gucheng asked curiously, looking around Ying Yu's body, as if he were hiding a sword.

　　"As of now, no one can make me pick up that sword again!" Ying Yu said proudly.

　　With his cultivation in the realm of the great master, he motivated the Heavenly Emperor's Dharma Body, and Ying Yu boasted that he had the power to fight against the masters of heaven and man.

　　What's more, his supreme Daluotian divine art integrates the four cosmic origins of earth, water, fire and wind, and it is enough to exert super strength.

　　No one can make him pick up that sword again?

　　Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue are both swordsmen who love swords like their lives, even when they sleep, they hold the sword in their arms.

　　Unexpectedly, getting such an answer from Ying Yu's mouth, the two of them wanted to refute, but their thoughts turned, and Jian Xin was shaken without a name.

　　In kendo, there has always been a saying that 'no sword wins a sword' and 'no move wins a move'. I am obsessed with the sword and can't even let go of the sword. How can I pursue a higher level?

　　The two peerless swordsmen thought at the same time, the sharp aura that overflowed every moment on these two bodies was inexplicable.

　　If it was said that they were originally two invincible peerless divine weapons, then after Ying Yu's words, they already had divine swords in their sheaths!

　　The people around could see that the two had entered into an epiphany, and no one dared to disturb them rashly.

　　After more than ten breaths, Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, whose sword qi was introverted, opened their eyes in no particular order.

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　　The sword light in the two pairs of sword eyes is still the same, but it lacks the aggressive meaning.

　　Ying Yu's consciousness even felt that the aura of the powerhouses lurking around Jiejian Pond was gradually dissipating.

　　Wudang masters are like clouds, and the Seven Heroes of Wudang are sure to shock the Wulin of Song Dynasty, but whoever really thinks that there are only Zhang Sanfeng and the Seven Heroes of Wudang in Wudang, must be a big fool!

　　After the epiphany was over, Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue made the same action, unfastened their swords from their waists, and handed them over to the Wudang disciples.

　　"Thank you!"

　　Once freed from the fence, Ximen Chuixue looked at Ying Yu with gratitude, and thanked him sincerely.

　　"It's serious." Ying Yu said lightly, "In the future, if the two want to fight decisively, I don't mind providing my own palace."

　　Ye Gucheng said: "His Majesty Qin Huang, the imperial palace you are talking about? Is that the mansion you live in now?"

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　　Ying Yu is as famous as his handsome face, which can be called the number one in China, and the legend of the Heavenly Emperor, which seems to be true and illusory, is that he does not like luxurious style.

　　After he became emperor, he never ordered anyone to build a palace!

　　"Of course not!" Ying Yu shook his head and said, "Perhaps it is the imperial palace currently belonging to the Qing Dynasty, and more likely the imperial palace belonging to the Great Song Dynasty. Of course, it is not ruled out that I ordered someone to build a new capital!"

　　While in the Great Song Dynasty, Ying Yu's words seemed to regard the Great Song Palace as his own property, which provoked a group of Wudang disciples and glared at him.

　　"Okay, domineering enough, Ye is looking forward to that day!" Ye Gucheng said.

　　After the words were finished, two men in white clothes that beat the snow walked to the Zixiao Palace side by side.As for their swords, when they reach the top of the mountain, the Wudang faction will offer them.

　　After handing over their weapons, Ying Yu and his party continued to climb the mountain.The crisp footsteps landed on the mountain road covered with bluestone slabs in Wudang Mountain, making a crisp sound.

　　"The head of Songshan - Zuo Lengchan!"

　　"Kunlun famous legend - He Taichong!"

　　"Power Gang Kings of Swords and Swords!"

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　　Along the way, I can meet some people on the mountain road from time to time. An old guy who is about to die is a famous senior who has retired from the world for many years. He is an unremarkable pedestrian, and he may be a master of the powerful martial arts.

　　Not only the Wulin of the Great Song Dynasty, but also some figures of the Wulin of the Great Qing Dynasty and the Great Sui Dynasty have been attracted.Four.

Chapter 165

　　When they approached the Zixiao Palace, they met several men and women again.

　　A charming young woman wearing a pale yellow gown with picturesque features, followed by a few old women with crutches, is the long-lost Li Qingluo.

　　"mother!"

　　Wang Yuyan, who was behind Ying Yu, knew from Ying Yu that her mother would also come to Wudang Mountain, but she still cried out excitedly when she saw her mother.

　　"Yuyan!"

　　"Miss."

　　After a few years apart, Li Qingluo naturally missed this only flesh and blood. Hearing her daughter's voice, she turned her head subconsciously and cried out in surprise.

　　Grandma Rui and the others who were following Li Qingluo hurriedly offered gifts.

　　The mother and daughter, who had been away for several years, hugged each other tightly, tears in her eyes, Li Qingluo even raised a hand and stroked her daughter's soft and delicate blue silk.

　　"Zhuge is right with me!"

　　The reunion of Li Qingluo and Wang Yuyan's mother and daughter was a happy event, but most of Ying Yu's attention was on the other person.

　　The white-bearded old man had wrinkles all over his face. If he was about to die, he would enter the coffin in the next moment.

　　However, the eyes that lingered in the clear divine light were more dazzling than the stars in the night sky.

　　In the exhausted and old body, there is an unfathomable power, which is definitely not under the generation of Li Chenzhou and Zhu Xiawu.

　　Ying Yu saw firmness in those eyes, a kind of firmness that is indomitable, even though thousands of people will go ahead!

　　There is only one person who has this kind of style in the Song Dynasty and the field, and only one person is Zhuge Zhengwu, who is known as the Sixth Five Gods!

　　Behind Zhuge Zheng, there are four young men and women.

　　A beautiful woman in a black dress, sitting in a wheelchair, with a dignified bearing, her appearance is by no means inferior to that of Li Qingluo's mother and daughter, the first of the four famous arrests - 'Relentless' Sheng Yayu; 'Tie You Xia; third, slender legs, light footsteps, 'chasing life' Cui Lueshang; fourth, imposing indifference, revealing the icy cold in the bones, 'cold-blooded' Leng Ling abandoned!