The first stage of misery

Chapter 32

In Yide Xitian, the northern branch of Confucianism, the tomb of Zhi Tianming, one of the founders of the former Defeng Ancient Road, stands quietly.

It coincided with the memorial day of his father's destiny, Mu Lingfeng was worried about the five-party holy pen and came to the tomb to worship, also to express his distress.

"Father, the Ancient Defeng Road you founded back then has survived until now, but after many wars, it has entered into decline. Although Sect Master Xia tried his best to turn the tide and frighten the Quartet, making it impossible for outsiders to overtake."

"However, in today's Defeng Gudao Cuixin Temple, Yuru Wuxia, the gatekeeper of the former Haozheng Five Dao's No. [-] Dao, suddenly proposed to use the Shenru Xuanzhang sealed in the Supreme Hall. Its purpose is self-evident."

"Although Master Xia said that he needs everyone's consent to open his seal, watching his demeanor reminds me of my master Xia Kanxuan. I hope Master Xia will not make the same mistakes as his grandfather!"

"And I feel that there is a bigger crisis hidden behind the calmness of the Confucian sect. I hope my feeling is wrong. No matter what, I will protect the foundation left by my father. I hope my father will keep the Confucian sect safe..."

"who?"

Mu Lingfeng, who still wanted to say more, suddenly felt that the spells arranged around him were touched, and hurriedly got up to check,

I saw Xia Chenglin walking slowly with an offering in one hand,

"This... Why did Head Xia come here?"

Xia Chenglin was speechless until he put down the sacrifice in front of the tomb, bowed deeply, then turned to look at Mu Lingfeng,
"Ha, don't worry about Sect Master Mu. Now the evil spirits are causing disasters everywhere, and the Confucian sects are exhausted. I am left alone to guard the ancient roads of Defeng and the ancient roads to frighten Xiaoxiao. I can't bear the sacrifice of everyone in my heart, so I wandered away and waited for support."

"When I came here, I suddenly remembered that today is the ancestor's memorial day. The deeds of the ancestors in the past made me yearn for it, so I came here to mourn, and I hope that the head of the Mu will forgive me for the abruptness."

"Master Xia has a heart!"

Xia Chenglin glanced at the tomb of Destiny in awe, and found that the tomb was covered by spells, he frowned secretly,
"Sect Master Mu's technique is really unique. Because of setting up this barrier, this place can be kept intact through the years!"

"It's ridiculous!"

"Keeping this place clean is the only thing I can do for my father."

"Sect Leader Mu is too humble. I have heard about what Sect Leader Mu has done for the Confucian School before. I remember when I was young, my grandfather's praise for Sect Leader Mu often sounded in my ears."

"Is Senior Xia treating me?"

"Although many things have caused them to become more and more alienated, my grandfather still cherishes this master-student relationship!"

"Hey, Senior Xia, no, my master is incomparable to ordinary people in all aspects, and I also admire him very much."

"Oh, really?"

Xia Chenglin seemed to have memories, his face was dull,
"Unfortunately, my grandfather died with hatred in the end!"

"I didn't expect this to happen either."

"Yeah, who would have thought that it would happen so suddenly!!!"

At this time, Xia Chenglin's face was solemn, and his tone was quite solemn,

"If you had given head Mu another choice, which side would you be on?"

"The dead are gone, so what's the point of saying more."

Following Mu Lingfeng's answer, Xia Chenglin already knew her choice, so he suppressed the remaining scruples in his heart,
"Too!"

"It's rare for Sect Leader Xia to come here. As the Sect Leader of Yide Xitian, I will definitely do my best to be a landlord."

"No need, I still have to support all parties, I can't stay here for long, goodbye!"

Not waiting for Mu Lingfeng's persuasion to disappear, looking at Xia Chenglin who was going away, Mu Lingfeng suddenly felt that the storm was about to come,

"Has this hidden turmoil finally blow to Yide Xitian who has been calm for a long time?"

In the blink of an eye, it was late at night, the moon and stars were thin, and the cold wind caused the leaves to fall one after another. A chilling atmosphere began to permeate the entire Yide Xitian.

Wearing a mask, Ye Piaoling, a mysterious and arrogant cold swordsman, quietly appeared in front of the Tomb of Destiny Control, his eyes were silently watching, without any movement.

"Your Excellency trespassed in the middle of the night, what is your intention?"

"Uh……"

Ye Piaoling was a little surprised by the sudden appearance of Confucianist Wei Yun Wanggui in Yide Xitian,
Yun Wanggui looked at Ye Piaoling carefully,
"With a scar on your hand, a black cloak, and a gray coat, you're the one who snatched the Unprovoked Heavenly Heaven and Darkness Sword outside Wenfeng Valley."

"Humph!!!"

Realizing that this person is the one whom the Confucian school had been looking for for a long time, Yun Wanggui drew his sword and stepped forward to capture Xia Ye Piaoling,

Seeing that Ye Piaoling has revealed that he does not want to fight and intends to withdraw,

"Where to go, let the conspirators think for a while!"

Mu Lingfeng walked out slowly from behind, cutting off Ye Piaoling's retreat,
Mu Lingfeng, Yun Wanggui ambushed and besieged,
Seeing that there was no way out, the helpless Ye Piaoling had no choice but to draw his sword from his back and fight for a way out.
"Senseless resistance!"

Yun Wanggui stepped forward, his body was like lightning, his sword was like a stream, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Ye Piaoling, Ye Piaoling calmly fought back, his sword was like a dragon, each figure had its own merits,

Mu Lingfeng stood still, waiting for the opportunity,

After fighting for several moves, Yun Wanggui knew that his opponent's strength was unusual, so he stepped on the ground with his feet, his whole body surged with true energy, and several sword qi shot out from the long sword, intending to block Ye Piaoling's surrounding actions, Yun Wanggui The figure leaped forward, holding a long sword and approaching its vitals,

As a swordsman with keen intuition, Ye Piaoling appeared with the demonized Qiongxiao Piming Sword, blocked all of Yun Wanggui's attacks with one blow, and then raised his sword and stepped forward.

The moment the weapons collided, there was an explosion, and the two stepped back at the same time. Ye Piaoling also borrowed the force of the impact to escape from the scene.

Seeing Ye Piaoling fleeing, Yun Wanggui did not pursue, and Mu Lingfeng, who was watching coldly, also did not stop him from wanting to cast a long line and catch big fish.

On the public pavilion, the second battle of the Taoist orthodoxy was in full swing.

People from all walks of life gathered in the distance to observe this crucial game, and Yi Niansheng was also involved in it, calculating,

Before the battle started, the atmosphere at the scene was already extremely tense. Guiyuan Daomeng and Shenglongkou were at war, and the verbal confrontation became more intense.

But with the appearance of Mo Ruyuan and Li Wushuang, the noisy public pavilion suddenly fell silent.
One is full of anger, the other is as calm as water; the other is determined to win, and the other is only obsessed with the knife.

"It's finally time for a formal battle with you, Li Wushuang."

"Well, let me take a good look, after I've been here for a long time, how is your progress!"

"Before this battle, can Li Wushuang tell Master the real cause of death?"

"What can I say, everything is as you can see, I killed him."

"Why?"

"Just because it blocked my way!"

Hearing Mo Ruyuan mention their master Ning Zhenjun again, Li Wushuang's icy breath became more intense,

"Okay... Then I can safely take your life, Li Wushuang!"

"I wish for it! I'm afraid your knife is not sharp enough."

"Hmph, let's see Zhenzhang under my hand!"

"please"

"please"

With the end of the conversation between the two, the feeling of being a teacher and brother dissipated, and when they looked at each other again, they were already strangers.
Life by the knife, death by the knife, everything that starts with the knife will end with the knife!

Afterwards, the two of them opened up their aura, and the knife intentions criss-crossed. They were surprised to see the land, trees, and boulders around the two, densely covered with knife marks, making this area the domain of the knife.
Mo Ruyuan knew Li Wushuang's details as well as he knew himself.
Therefore, Mo Ruyuan abandoned the gorgeous and powerful moves, and used the most primitive and basic eight sword techniques, sweeping, chopping, dialing, cutting, sweeping, smashing, chopping, and thrusting, a pair of Li Wushuang,

In the hands of Mo Ruyuan, the moves that were originally ordinary were transformed into such superior moves, and with the blessing of his body skills, the power became even stronger.

In the blink of an eye, Li Wushuang had already seen the deadly move,

"Not bad, there is progress!"

Li Wushuang held back his hands and toes and tapped the ground, his figure retreated violently, dodging one attack after another,

After a few strokes, Li Wushuang stopped, energy came out of his body, he repelled Mo Ruyuan in an instant and interrupted his attack, and then Cangli Dao made his move, the terrifying saber intent tore through the air, and went straight to him without hesitation. life,

Facing Li Wushuang's attack, Mo Ruyuan didn't dare to be careless, and resisted with a knife, his figure kept retreating, bleeding from his mouth,

Seeing that Mo Ruyuan has become a disadvantage, Guiyuan Daomeng's side is anxious, while Shenglongkou's side is as imposing as a rainbow, and the heavenly master in the sedan chair wants to intervene in the battle.

After a series of moves, Li Wushuang stopped attacking, giving Mo Ruyuan a chance to breathe.
"Come on, let me see your three moments!"

As soon as the words fell, Mo Ruyuan's body turned into a stream of light, and the sword flow was like cold flying,

"A Moment of Disappearance"

Seeing this, Li Wushuang also used his true energy and performed the same move,

"A Moment of Disappearance"

The collision of the same strokes caused the two to retreat three steps at the same time.
"Come again!"

"Second Moment Shen Yue"

The sound sounded at the same time, the same move was repeated, the swords and soldiers clashed, and the figures of the two retreated again.
Under this shock, although Li Wushuang also suffered internal injuries, he only took one step back. On the other hand, Mo Ruyuan took more than five or six steps back, and the judgment was made.

Just when Mo Ruyuan launched an offensive again, an inexplicable force made him unable to move,

"This...how could it be?"

With deep consciousness, the Lord of Heaven appeared in front of Mo Ruyuan,

"For Guiyuan Daomeng, I'm sorry, Mo Ruyuan, for interrupting this battle that belongs to you."

Then Mo Ruyuan's momentum changed suddenly, and everyone present was shocked,

I saw that Mo Ruyuan changed his dexterous and changeable sword posture before, and became extremely domineering and mighty. As soon as he fought Li Wushuang, he felt the pressure.
"who are you?"

"Is it important!"

"It doesn't matter, it's just fun!"

The knife moves instantly, the steps move lightly, and the offensive of mutual refusal has passed a hundred moves in a blink of an eye.

"Attention!"

When the two sides were at a stalemate, Li Wushuang showed his transformed sword intent for the first time, using Jinghong Sanshuang's last move,
"Three Instants"

Knowing the horror of the opponent's moves, Mo Ruyuan poured all his true energy into the knife,
"Knife Plays the Universe Breaking the Promise"

The two extreme moves collided, smoke and dust rose everywhere, the sky continued to roar, the earth was overturned, and the standing public pavilion was also destroyed under the impact, and everyone was also shaken back a few steps.

But in the center of the battlefield, the two were still at a stalemate. At this moment, a purple dragon appeared quietly. By the time Li Wushuang realized it, it was too late.

At the moment of crisis, a stream of light flashed and defeated the dragon soul, and also shot out the soul of the master of heaven who controlled Mo Ruyuan,
Just listening to the muffled groan of the Heavenly Daoist in the sedan chair outside the venue, he was already traumatized,

"Who dares to intervene? Ahem..."

After the smoke cleared, Mo Ruyuan was already in a coma, and Li Wushuang was also at the end of his battle, but his arrogance as a swordsman made him leave the scene slowly,

Shenglongkou won the second match of the Daoist sect again, and the orthodoxy of the Daoist sect has become a foregone conclusion, causing everyone in the Guiyuan Daomen to go away in a panic. A dispute between the Daoist sects was quietly quelled again, but they don't know that the real storm has just begun!
(End of this chapter)