Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 250 Jian Emei - Illusion Ling Chi

The man in blue and brocade robe arrived as promised.

The words he left in Huashan were like an oath to himself, which must be fulfilled no matter what.

If the Kongtong and Huashan schools are at the bottom of the five major schools—of course, the Kunlun school has long been excluded, and the six major schools will become the five major schools, then the Emei school must be shot at No.3 , As for the first and second, that is about Shaolin and Wudang.

Although the Emei School is not as profound as the Shaolin School, and there is no human immortal who lived a hundred years like Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang School, Dao relied on a magical weapon, the Yitian Sword, and the "Emei Nine Suns Kungfu" created by Guo Xiang's ancestor, Steadily better than Kongtong and Huashan.

Especially now that few people know about the great improvement of Master Miejue's skills, so people in the world are skeptical about whether the Emei Sect can stop a catastrophe.

The man in blue and brocade went all the way to Mount Emei, but he didn't meet a single disciple of Emei. Even the monkey forest was dead silent.

It turns out that these days, all Emei disciples, apart from sleeping, practice and eat on the mountain on weekdays.

Master Miejue couldn't bear to have his disciples slaughtered, so he came up with such a method.

But it's not bad, because knowing that the man in blue and brocade robe had never killed a single Emei disciple when he went to the Golden Summit.

Miejue Shitai was holding the Yitian sword and was standing on the mountain path leading to the Golden Summit. He saw a blue figure walking up from the foot of the mountain. His pace was not too fast, but steady.

It wasn't until the other party came closer that she realized that the man in blue and brocade robe was tall and tall, but his face was covered with a black veil, so she couldn't tell his appearance.

"Are you the one who destroyed Kongtong and Huashan?" Miejue Shitai spoke first.

The man in blue and brocade robe nodded and said, "There's Kunlun!"

"what?"

Everyone present was shocked, especially the three members of Wudang faction.

The Emei disciples were shocked because this man in blue and brocade robes even killed the couple of the head of the Kunlun School, really killing them all.

The three Wudang sects were shocked because the voice of the man in blue and brocade robes was very familiar to them.

Mo Shenggu opened his mouth to speak, but Yu Daiyan pointed at the acupoints on the side, and immediately he was speechless.

Yu Daiyan stared at the man in blue and brocade with a gloomy expression, as if he wanted to see through the black veil covering his face, and wanted to confirm whether the appearance under the black veil was the person he was familiar with.

"He Taichong, the head of the Kunlun School, and his wife Ban Shuxian, returned to the Central Plains from the Western Regions more than a year ago. They wanted to make a comeback and revive Kunlun, but they died silently at your hands. It’s tricky.” Miejue Shitai said.

After hearing this, the man in blue and brocade robe said, "A scumbag, death is not a pity."

Then he turned his face to Yu Daiyan and the others, and said, "None of the Huashan faction invited to help out survived, are you sure you are going to take this muddy water too?"

Yu Daiyan said with a livid face, "Do you know who we are?"

The blue-clothed brocade robe said humanely: "I don't know!"

Yu Daiyan frowned, he suddenly realized that things were different from what he thought: "Aren't you from the Central Plains?"

The blue-clothed brocade robe said humanely: "If you survive, I will tell you."

After saying that, he saw a hurricane blowing around him, and saw his blue clothes blowing violently, and he was about to strike directly.

And Miejue Shitai, who was opposite him, was even faster than him. She saw the Yitian sword in her hand unsheathed with a "cang clang", and the point of the sword pointed directly at the man in blue and brocade.

"If you can take these two swords, I will hand over the Yitian Sword" Said Miejue Shitai word by word.

The eyes of the man in blue and brocade robe fell on the ancient blue Yitian sword. Even through a layer of black gauze, everyone seemed to be able to see the shining eyes.

"I want what I want, and I will take it!" said the man in the blue brocade robe.

Miejue Shitai suddenly soared into the air, stabbing the man in blue and brocade with his sword.

The next moment, everyone felt their eyes dimmed, as if all the light had been absorbed, and the thing that absorbed the light was the Yitian sword in Miejue Shitai's hand.

The Yitian sword absorbed the surrounding light, and the whole body of the sword became brighter and brighter, as if it was breathing, stretching and shrinking, exhaling and inhaling.

Then, before everyone could react, the Yitian sword suddenly pulled out a ray of light, drew a white ray of light in the air, and shot at the man in the blue robe.

As the saying goes, [Extreme Sword] kills the gods, [Mie Jian] kills the body!
Miejue Shitai's sword is exactly the [Absolute Sword] that Yin Liting used before when she was welcoming the bride, but the power of the sword that day was less than one-tenth of this sword.

At this moment [Juejian] [-]% power will come out, and suddenly shoots at the blue robed man like lightning.

In the eyes of the man in blue and brocade robe, there was nothing else but that scorching light.

The next moment, a blue-white light flashed, and the mountain road suddenly returned to tranquility, while Miejue Shitai and the man in the blue brocade robe stood one high and one low, separated by dozens of steps, motionless, just facing each other like this.

Besides, the man in blue and brocade robe suddenly saw a bluish-white light flashing into his forehead.

Suddenly, the entire Mount Emei disappeared, and he suddenly found himself in another magical place.

This place seems to be on a wilderness, but there is no blue sky and white clouds above the head, and there are no sun, moon and stars, only the dim light falls down, and the whole wilderness is gloomy.

And what he was stepping on was not the ground, but a kind of land that shone with a metallic color. If he had to choose a color to describe it, the man in the blue brocade robe felt that this color was somewhat similar to the color of the sword, not that It is a new kind of sword, but a rusty sword that has been exposed to wind and sun for hundreds of years. The silver-white metal is stained with this maroon rust, and it looks even more dilapidated under the dim yellow light.

"Here, where is it?" The blue robed man frowned and looked around, "Why is it so familiar?!"

At this time, he couldn't help thinking about it, a sharp pain suddenly came from his abdomen, he lowered his head, and saw half of the sword body above his lower abdomen, he turned his head reluctantly, but found that there was nothing behind him. No.

When he turned his head again, he suddenly found that there were all kinds of swords in front of him, on the left and right, and behind him. the end.

These swords are long and short, new and old, wide and narrow, large and small, complete, broken, domineering, graceful, glittering, and tattered...

All these swords gave him a sense of loneliness and decay.

"Where is... here?" he growled loudly, but no one answered him.

When he stepped forward, countless swords stood in front of him. When he walked backward, left, and right, it was all the same.

It seems that these swords do not allow him to move, he can only stay where he is, and only by staying where he is can he not be hurt by these swords.

He had a faint feeling in his heart that if he stayed where he was, something more terrifying than death might happen.

There was some panic in his heart, but more stubbornness.

"You want me to retreat three thousand feet, and I will go eastward for thousands of miles!"

He felt ruthless in his heart, and strode forward with big strides, regardless of how the sword in front of him blocked him, he only had one thought in his mind - can't stop!

So every time he passed a sword, there would be another scar on his body. First, his clothes would be cut into thousands of strands, and then his flesh. A piece of flesh was cut, but it was still tolerable, and a piece of muscle was pierced, and it was acceptable. , but the flesh of the whole body was cut, pierced, and stripped, and the pain was like Ling Chi.

He walked all the way, leaving a blood-red wide trace behind him, that trace was like a blood-red long sword, and he was the tip of the sword, wrapped in a kind of straight and unyielding spirit, moving forward all the way.

Every time he passed a long sword, he would be brought down with flesh and blood.

And when his flesh and blood were gone, all that remained was the internal organs, and when the internal organs were gone, only the bones of the whole body remained.

But what is surprising is that if an ordinary person was killed by Wan Jian, his soul would have already disappeared, but at this moment, he lost his flesh, lost his internal organs, and only his bones remained, but he continued to move forward.

But soon, the white bones were gradually peeled off, and the fine bone fragments flew backwards, and were evenly sprinkled on both sides of the long blood-red scar, like...

It's like a sword that is opening!

(End of this chapter)