Heaven rewards hard work in comprehensive martial arts

Zhang Wei had been staring at Wuming. Seeing that he had entered meditation, he immediately turned his eyes into Tai Chi diagram mode, unwilling to let go of any changes in Wuming's body.

Wuming thought about the most basic sword moves at the end of the secret book, and practiced them in his mind one by one according to the formula "Qi leaves the pulse in the wrist, but it rushes too much, the universe is reversed, and softness is transformed into strength."

As his understanding deepened, a breath of sword energy condensed in his body. Suddenly, a ray of true energy as sharp as sword energy appeared in his empty Dantian.

There was more and more infuriating energy. Wuming did not control the infuriating energy, but let it run naturally in the body without any reluctance.

All of this was recorded by Zhang Wei's eyes. This rare experience of Nirvana and rebirth was also very helpful to his practice.

Suddenly, an aura like the Lord of Swords overflowed from Wuming's body, causing the entire Sword Sect's swords to tremble, as if they were worshiping Wuming.

"Is this the return of Wan Jian to the clan!" Zhang Wei exclaimed in admiration when he saw this scene.

The Return of Ten Thousand Swords to the Clan can be said to be the highest level of swordsmanship. Once used, all the swords will be like slaves seeing their masters. They will obey the command of the wielder, allowing him to control Ten Thousand Swords to launch attacks, which is full of force.

"This is absolutely not true, I don't believe it." But this scene was completely unacceptable to Po Jun.

He had just said that Wuming could not comprehend Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Clan, but Wuming succeeded in comprehending it the next moment. This was like pinning him to the ground and slapping him in the face.

Moreover, he also discovered that Wu Ming, who had realized that Wan Jian had returned to his sect, was really just as Zhang Wei said, and the power in his body began to recover again.

Although it has not yet returned to its heyday, its skills have begun to recover. Is it still far away from its heyday?

This is the most unacceptable thing for Po Jun.

"Now that Wuming has learned the sword sect's highest secret skill, Wanjian Guizong, when he recovers his skills, I will be even less likely to be his opponent. Doesn't that mean that I will never have a chance to defeat Wuming in the future?"

For Po Jun, who made defeating Wuming his goal in life, this blow was a bit too big, and it directly broke his defense.

"Wu Ming, don't you want to avenge your wife Xiao Yu? Then you will fight me here now, continuing the unfinished battle we had 20 years ago. This time I will definitely defeat you."

He wanted to take advantage of the opportunity when Wuming had not recovered all his power to launch a final decisive battle against Wuming.

Po Jun knew very well that this was his last chance. If he missed today, he would never have a chance to defeat Wu Ming again.

Looking at Po Jun who was like a clown, Zhang Wei's face was full of ridicule. This kind of person would not shed tears until he saw the coffin.

Po Jun must have thought that the current Wuming had just developed some skills and his strength must be not as good as before. Only by challenging him at this time would he have the greatest chance of victory.

Little did he know that he was very wrong. Wuming was the most powerful at this time!

Not only has he learned Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, but he is still in a state of residual health, and the buffs are all stacked up. Even if Pojun is hit with the head, he cannot be an unknown opponent in this state.

Zhang Wei crossed his arms and stood aside to watch, and at the same time, he was ready to take action at any time.

Although he was happy to see Po Jun make a fool of himself, he really couldn't let Po Jun die like this. He still relied on him to help slay the dragon for free. Such a powerful tool man with magic weapons was not easy to find.

When Wuming heard Pojun's words, he opened his eyes instantly. Pojun felt as if countless sword energy was shooting towards him from Wuming's eyes. He immediately crossed swords and blocked him in front of him.

However, he discovered that there was no sword energy coming at all, and everything that happened just now seemed to be just his illusion.

"Wu Ming, die!" Seeing that he was being played like a clown by Wu Ming, Po Jun roared angrily and used his sword combination. A huge wolf head composed of countless sword energy and wind blades rushed towards Wu Ming.

Zhang Wei, who was on the side, could see clearly that Wuming's expression did not change when faced with Po Jun's move.

The sword power in his body naturally flowed out of his body, forming an indestructible sword power shield that protected Wuming within it.

That feeling was so natural, so natural, without any trace of deliberateness at all. It reminded Zhang Wei of a state, which was really very similar to the Self-Free Ultimate Intention Gong.

"Is the Return of Ten Thousand Swords to the Sect so powerful? It is really unexpected that it can bring people into a state of ultimate freedom."

The Tai Chi diagram in Zhang Wei's eyes became even more dazzling. It can be said that this state is what all Taoists are pursuing, and it is the state closest to Tao.

If you can understand it, it will have a qualitative improvement in your own combat power, potential, martial arts, etc.

This state of freedom is a higher level of existence than the unity of heaven and man.

The integration of heaven and man only allows you to integrate with nature and allows you to use the power of heaven and earth to attack. The leader of all this is still you.

But in the state of ultimate freedom, dominance is integrated with heaven and earth. You don't have to think about how to attack or defend. Heaven and earth will help you make the most appropriate choice first.

In this state, all your movements are so natural, without a trace of excess, and one point of force can be used ten times.

If I had to use two words to describe it, it would be simply invincible.

However, Po Jun didn't know about all this. He didn't dodge when he saw Wuming. He thought it was because his skills hadn't recovered yet, so he couldn't dodge.

Seeing that he was about to cut Wuming under the sword, Po Jun's heart was full of excitement and excitement, even a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he was finally going to defeat his biggest demon.

When his sword was still an inch away from Wuming's face, Po Jun could no longer laugh.

Because his Greedy Wolf Sword and Sky Blade were blocked by a thin layer of blue sword energy.

The powerful true energy he poured into the sword was all divided by the sword energy shield to both sides. No matter how hard he tried, he could not move forward even a little bit.

Wuming's eyes looked at the sword in front of him calmly, and he was unmoved by the sharp tip.

That indifferent expression reminded Zhang Wei of the Supreme Being Wangqing, the incarnation of the way of heaven, etc.

Of course, this is just a metaphor, not to say that Wuming has become a ruthless machine, Wuming still has his own feelings.

This short one-inch distance, under the thin shield of sword energy, was like an insurmountable chasm. Any efforts by Po Jun were in vain.

"How could this happen?" Po Jun doubted his life again.

Wuming just stood there quietly, unable to do anything to defeat him, let alone defeat him. At this time, Pojun felt that he was a joke.

"Pojun, atone for the mistakes you have made!"

"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!" Wuming did not use the heroic sword, but put his fingers together and stabbed Po Jun with sword fingers.

As soon as this sword move was made, the unparalleled sword power was generated from his body, and his body shape turned into a puff of green smoke, and the power spread out in all directions.

Countless flying scrolls of sharp swords flew all over the sky like a storm, and the swords were as powerful as nets, attacking the broken army fiercely.

The path of the sword shadow formed by the sword energy passing through the air reveals an indescribable beauty everywhere, as if the heaven and earth are swaying with pen and ink with the sword energy, creating a spectacle.

"This is Wan Jian Gui Zong, it is still so beautiful!" This sword seemed to bring Zhang Weila back to his childhood. The mood when he saw Wan Jian Gui Zong for the first time is still vivid in his mind.

"No, how could I lose to a useless person?" Po Jun looked at the sword finger getting closer and closer, and shouted very unwillingly.

However, facing Wuming's extremely sharp and natural sword.

His body had no time to react, and he could only watch as countless sword energies got closer and closer to him, as if they would cut him into pieces in the next moment.

Just when Zhang Wei was about to take action to stop Wuming, Wuming's sword finger suddenly stopped.

"Po Jun, today's sword was blocked for you by the kindness of Jian Zong and Master. From now on, I will no longer owe them anything."

"Next time I see you again, I will definitely avenge Xiao Yu. Just pray that you don't meet me again!" Wuming's indifferent voice sounded in Po Jun's ears, making Po Jun's face become very ugly.

But he also breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his life was saved. He really thought he was going to die just now.

He gritted his teeth and glanced at Wuming's leaving figure. He didn't know what kind of mood he was feeling in his heart. He was complicated, unwilling, and angry.

But what he didn't know was that the resentment in his heart seemed to be reduced a lot.

Po Jun fell silent for a moment.

"Little friend Zhang Wei, I'm going to find that traitor and ask him about it, so I'll take my leave first." Wuming said, and left Jianzong without looking back.

His feelings for Jian Chen were more complicated than those for Po Jun. He definitely wanted to understand Jian Chen's betrayal.

The sooner this matter is resolved the better, otherwise his state of mind will never be at peace.

Zhang Wei didn't stop Wuming from leaving. Wuming's skills were restored, Wanjian's return to the clan had come to a perfect end, and he had no right to interfere with Wuming's stay.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at Po Jun.

"Haha, Pojun, you were let go by Wuming. Do you feel any remorse in your heart now? After all, you did so many things that hurt Wuming back then."

Facing Zhang Wei's ruthless ridicule, Po Jun snorted with a cold face: "Humph, what kind of repentance? I have never done anything wrong. What should I regret? If Wuming lets me go today, he will definitely regret it in the future."

Although his current mood is indeed quite complicated, he has never felt that he was at fault. He felt that Wuming should be blamed for all this, and it was all Wuming's fault.

"Oh, hopeless!" Seeing Po Jun's appearance, Zhang Wei immediately put his thoughts back on having fun.

If it weren't for the dragon slaying that was about to happen, he would have wanted to directly destroy Po Jun. Such an unrepentant person would really not regret his death.

If Po Jun only resented Wu Ming, and only targeted Wu Ming alone, and did not implicate innocent people, Zhang Weicai would not bother to pay attention to their personal grudges.

However, in order to take revenge on Wuming, Pojun directly killed the innocent people around Wuming.

The most undesirable thing is that he actually colluded with foreigners from Japan. This completely touched Zhang Wei's bottom line and was simply a recipe for death.

If it weren't for Po Jun, a tool man who still has some usefulness, Zhang Wei would have deposed him long ago, and then asked others to kill him.

"Tell me about it. You have colluded with those Japanese people who are inferior to animals. You must know their hideouts in the Central Plains. Take me there and I will not embarrass you first."

"Otherwise, I will let you experience blissful enjoyment ten times a day. I think you know what to choose!"

Zhang Wei showed a kind smile to Po Jun, which made Po Jun feel horrified.

"I'll take you there now." Po Jun said quickly without even a tenth of a second of hesitation.

"I guess you are sensible." Zhang Wei said with a hint of disappointment in his tone, silently taking his hands away from the Dragon Bird Saber and the Sword of Defeat.

If he remembered correctly, since Jue Wushen established Wushen Jue Palace, his power in Japan has been at its peak, approaching the Emperor of Japan.

As a result, his ambition became increasingly fierce, so he always wanted to get involved in the Central Plains and coveted the vast fertile land in the Central Plains.

But his invasion plan was once blocked by Wuming, which made him very angry.

So he painstakingly planned for 20 years and sent his son Jue Xin to cooperate with Po Jun, hoping to use strange poison to capture Wu Ming and seize the secret book of Wan Jian's return to the clan.

His plans were indeed quite detailed. If Zhang Wei hadn't appeared, he would have accomplished them.

But unfortunately, all their plans have been ruined by Zhang Wei.

So Zhang Wei's goal this time is to kill Jue Wushen's son Jue Xin. This can be regarded as a little interest he collected from Dongying Island first.

As for the fact that he couldn't kill someone himself, that didn't matter at all. There was Po Jun. He could cripple him first and then let Po Jun kill him.

Soon, under the leadership of Po Jun, the two came to the foot of a remote mountain peak. On the mountainside, there was a very luxurious villa here.

"Hehe, these little devils are quite good at enjoying themselves. They still live in the villa. I'm afraid the original owner here is in danger, right?" Zhang Wei looked at Po Jun dangerously, waiting for his reply.

He would not believe that those inferior things would spend money to buy this place.

"You guessed it right. The original owner of the villa here has been dealt with by Juexin and the others, and this place has long become their secret base."

Under the intimidation of Zhang Wei's gaze, Po Jun did not dare to lie. At this time, it was better to die as a fellow Taoist rather than as a poor Taoist.

He would not foolishly hide it for Jue Xin. Jue Xin and he were not the closest relatives or friends, nor were they brothers. If he concealed it for her, wouldn't he be asking for trouble?
"It seems that this villa will become a river of blood again today." Zhang Wei stepped in with a calm tone and pronounced the death sentence on the little devil inside.

Feeling the coldness on Zhang Wei's body, Po Jun also followed him tremblingly. (End of chapter)