The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 147 One Finger

That palm, with fair complexion and slender fingers, was slowly but firmly pressing on the hilt of the sword.

In an instant, a fierce sword intent gushed out from the young man's body, cutting the sky and the earth, cutting the sky, going forward without hesitation!

Everyone held their breath subconsciously, looking at the palm and the long sword with concern!
Zheng!
The young man drew his sword, and his movements were not too fast or slow, but there was a special charm implied in it. The blade of the sword was unsheathed inch by inch, and everyone could see the black and white mottled edge of the long sword.

The more unsheathed, the brighter the sword's edge became, and in the end, it was so bright that it overwhelmed the bright moon in the sky!
During this process, everyone could feel that the soaring sword intent on the young man was getting stronger and stronger, so strong that it almost pierced a hole in the world!
He himself seems to have turned into an unsheathed magic weapon, gradually revealing his edge!

The Mongolian cavalry and Tibetan monks present wanted to fight back, but under this sword, they lost the courage to do it!

Under the suppression of the sword intent, the war horse let out a stern roar, everyone trembled, and some even fell limp on the ground and fainted!

buzz... buzz... buzz...

Within a mile radius, everyone's weapons were humming, they seemed to sense the sword intent from Li Li's body, and they scrambled to surrender!

"This... this sword..."

Although Lu Yuncheng was standing upstairs, he was still immobilized by the sword's intent. He was trembling all over, and his heart was panicked. Although he expected that Mo Li's sword skills were much better than his, how could he reach this level? !

Even on his master, he has never felt such a sense of oppression!

Hutu Living Buddha clasped his hands together, staring at the sword in a daze. He deliberately wanted to use the spiritual mystic method to block the sword, but he suddenly found that under the suppression of the sword intent, the tyrannical spiritual power he empowered, Also fell behind.

Can't stop, can't stop!In addition to the sword god Li Li, Wudang has such an amazing character!

The Meridian Swords were finally unsheathed. At this moment, the sword light was extremely bright, and the brilliant sword energy spread across the scene. On the bluestone floor, there appeared one after another blade scratches, which were caused by the impact of the sword energy!
But when prosperity reaches its peak, it becomes recession!

At the moment when the Ziwu Sword's sword light was as stunning as the bright moon of nine days, when everyone's eyes were focused on it, and everyone was suppressed by the sword intent that soared to the sky, the sword light suddenly turned dark!
The ultimate light corresponds to the ultimate darkness!

But in an instant, the soaring sword intent disappeared completely, and the dazzling sword light also disappeared in an instant. In the eyes of everyone, there was only a dim, even inconspicuous long sword , as the young man raised his hand, he stabbed slowly towards the figure covered by the white gauze.

There is no sword move, no sword energy, only such a flat stab, so slow, it seems that even a child can dodge and stop it.

However, behind the figure of the young man who drew his sword, there were countless afterimages!
"Good sword! Good sword!"

A voice of praise came from inside the white gauze, and correspondingly, an arm stretched out.

It was a dark-skinned arm, as dry as a branch, full of wrinkles, so thin that a gust of wind could blow it off.

However, when it stretched out, it was unbiased, just in front of the sword.

It bent its fingers and flicked it lightly!
when!
A loud noise, like Huang Zhong Dalu, shook the whole city!

This finger just hit the edge of the sword!

Huge force, incomparably majestic and terrifying power, erupted from that finger in an instant, and all of them hit the long sword!

And the terrifying sword that poured all the energy in Mo Li's body, and the sword intent was restrained to the extreme, under this finger, under the terrifying and majestic force, it is like a child's toy, not worth mentioning at all!
Snapped!
Amidst the mournful sound of the sword, a section of the blade flew towards the distance, and Mo Li let out a muffled snort, as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer in the air, and his whole body flew backwards quickly!

With a muffled bang, he smashed down a bluestone courtyard wall, and his whole body fell into the rubble. Blood spurted out of his mouth without money, and he wanted to stand up, but he was powerless.

This……

On the street, time froze briefly.

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, looking at the broken sword, looking at the old and skinny arm, all of them had expressions of disbelief flashing in their eyes.

Such an amazing sword, such a sharp weapon, was broken by a flick of a finger? !

Just such an arm that is struggling to eat and serve bowls? !
Are they dreaming? !
Everyone present was inexplicably horrified, unable to believe the real scene they saw with their own eyes.

They could clearly feel the horror of the boy's soaring sword intent that suppressed all of them, and there were still traces left by the raging sword energy on the ground!

There are also those afterimages, which are clearly scenes that will only appear when they are approaching the extreme!
However, such a fast and sharp sword is no match for a light flick of that finger? !

Everyone looked at that arm with dull eyes.

Is this still a human finger? !
A body of flesh and blood can resist the sword's edge, no, it actually broke the sword's edge!
If it wasn't for the little Taoist leader who smashed down the courtyard wall and fell down among the rubble at this moment, spitting out blood, maybe everyone would have thought that this person came out of nowhere to perform a show!
This emperor teacher who has not revealed his lineup really has unpredictable supernatural powers!
The thought flashed across everyone's minds by coincidence. Those people in the arena who were mingling in the crowd with evil intentions were more of a kind of rejoicing, glad that they had never made a move.

"Amitabha!"

Inside the sedan chair, the old voice chanted the Buddha's name with a calm tone, as if the sword that was snapped just now raised his hand to drive away a fly.

He said: "I don't know if the old monk's finger is satisfactory to Master Zhang of Wudang?"

"Cough...cough..."

Li Li coughed softly, struggling to get up from the pile of rubble, he supported the wall, and said in a difficult tone: "Dragon...dragon elephant...Prajna Kungfu...you...you have practiced...the first... How heavy is it?"

That majestic force, the moment Li Li touched it, he knew in his heart that it came from the same source as the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu he had cultivated!
"The old monk is not talented, he practiced hard for a hundred years, and he was only able to cultivate to perfection, which made the benefactor laugh."

Thirteen levels of perfection!
Mo Li twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, his face was full of bitterness.

Basiba, the national teacher of Meng Yuan, really lived up to his reputation.

However, before he could finish his emotion, someone suddenly shouted:

"Ba Siba!"

Everyone looked intently, only to see a frail scholar holding a jug on the Chunfeng upstairs, trembling and shouting: "You also take my sword!"

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(End of this chapter)