Sword Qi of the heavens

"Oh..." Zhang Cuishan nodded blankly, not resisting Li Changlan's request to borrow the sword, and immediately handed over the sword in his hand.

Li Changlan held the sword in his right hand and lightly touched the sword with his left hand.

next moment.

The long sword turned into a bright sword light and suddenly burst out of the window.

After Li Changlan threw the flying sword, he kept moving. He raised his hand and grasped the wooden sword tightly. He followed the sword light and rushed out.

"He Fang Xiaoxiao, how dare you keep hiding in secret, do you really think that my Wudang has no one?!"

The voice fell.

outside the door.

Immediately, there was the sound of the sword being knocked away.

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes that had been half-closed suddenly opened, he slapped the handrail hard, and his whole body turned into an afterimage and rushed out as fast as possible.

"There's someone outside! Let's go!"

Song Yuanqiao also reacted, immediately shouted, and rushed out with a group of Wudang Sect disciples.

outside the hall.

Zhang Sanfeng attacked with all his strength and did not hold back at all.

Shoot out three palms in a row!
The opponent knew he was outmatched and wanted to escape quickly.

Who would have known that he had just managed to knock away Li Changlan's flying sword, and the wooden sword in Li Changlan's hand was already slashing horizontally towards his neck.

"damn it!"

Luzhangke, one of the two elders Xuanming, was startled, and a trace of panic flashed across his face.

This wooden sword is unremarkable. If it were in the hands of a child, it would be just a toy.

But the skin on the human neck is already weak and full of blood vessels. In addition, the person using the sword is definitely a master of swordsmanship. Even a wooden sword is enough to defeat He Taichong, the leader of the Kunlun Sect.

Zhang Sanfeng and Li Changlan attacked from behind.

Even though he considered himself to be a top-notch master in the world, he did not dare to boast that he could escape from the two men after getting into a fight.

Luzhangke looked around and pushed the child in his arms forward without thinking.

See here.

Li Changlan paused with the long sword in his hand.

The last of Zhang Sanfeng's three palms landed firmly on Luzhangke's already lost back.

"Poof!" Luzhangke spat out a mouthful of blood and was seriously injured.

What's a little surprising is that.

After Luzhangke fell to the ground, he didn't even pause. He rolled a few times, stepped hard on the ground, grabbed the surrounding wall with his hands, and turned over to escape.

In the blink of an eye.

Luzhangke endured the serious injury, took a breath, and disappeared without a trace.

"Come on, chase after me!"

When Song Yuanqiao saw this scene, he was about to ask his disciples to pursue him.

Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand and said slowly: "There is no need to chase him. Although this person was hit by my palm and suffered serious injuries, after all, his realm is so advanced that ordinary people can compare with it. You cannot catch up."

Without waiting for everyone to guess the identity of the other party.

Zhang Cuishan's shout suddenly sounded.

"Wuji, Wuji, wake up quickly! Wuji!"

"Wuji? Is this child your child, Cuishan?" Zhang Sanfeng looked at the boy who was only about ten years old in front of him, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Master, please help me find out what happened to Wuji!"

Zhang Cuishan saw Zhang Wuji's face was pale and indescribably weak, so he looked at Zhang Sanfeng repeatedly.

……

inside the room.

After Zhang Sanfeng checked Zhang Wuji's injuries, he sighed.

"Hey, how could it be such sinister martial arts as Xuanming Divine Palm..."

"Xuanming Divine Palm?!" Zhang Cuishan was shocked when he learned that the palm print on Zhang Wuji's body was actually the Xuanming Divine Palm. "Master, isn't the Xuanming Divine Palm lost?"

"Master, Wuji is my only child, you must save him!"

Facing Zhang Cuishan's expectant expression, Zhang Sanfeng smiled bitterly.

A bitter smile appeared on Zhang Sanfeng's lips, and he said: "With my skills, I can only save him for a while, but not for the rest of his life. Unless Master Jue Yuan is resurrected, he may be able to be cured with his extremely powerful Nine-Yang Magic..." "Master, where can I find this Nine Yang Magic Art?"

Yin Susu, who was sitting by the bed and holding Zhang Wuji, only wanted to heal her child. She immediately looked at Zhang Sanfeng and wanted to ask where the Nine Yang Magic was, so that it could be used to cure his illness.

"This..." Zhang Sanfeng's eyes flashed with a trace of unnaturalness.

"When Master Jueyuan passed away, he divided the Nine Yang Magic into three parts. I got one part, Emei got one part, and Shaolin Temple got one part. If you want to collect these three parts, I'm afraid it will be extremely difficult. ."

When Zhang Cuishan heard this, he even couldn't bear it.

Of course, his master Zhang Sanfeng would not have any objection to using the Nine Yang Magic Technique.

Even if you don't think about it, the Emei Sect has always been far away from its own Wudang Sect in the past dynasties.

The Nine Yang Divine Art stored in the Shaolin Temple is an insurmountable difficulty for everyone.

Shaolin has just had a conflict with its own Wudang sect, which seems to be completely antagonistic. With Monk Nakong Wen's character, how could he nod his head and agree to use Shaolin's part of the Nine Yang Magic?

Just when everyone was frowning.

Zhang Wuji suddenly woke up, and his lips turned deep purple.

"Mom, Wuji feels uncomfortable, Wuji feels so uncomfortable..."

Zhang Wuji's whole body was as cold as if he had fallen into an icehouse, his arms were just shaking, and a large amount of cold sweat was flowing out of his forehead at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Wuji, mother is holding you, Wuji is not afraid!"

Yin Susu hugged Zhang Wuji tightly, looking at Zhang Wuji's painful appearance, the corners of her eyes instantly moistened.

"Wuji, Wuji is so cold..." Zhang Wuji clenched his fists and groaned in pain, which directly lifted the hearts of everyone present.

Zhang Cuishan couldn't bear to watch and was about to leave for Emei immediately.

A wooden sword struck Zhang Wuji on the back of the head.

Snapped.

After a crisp sound.

Zhang Wuji's vision went dark and he fell asleep.

"I think instead of enduring the pain, my method is more effective."

Facing the strange and astonished looks of the people around him.

Li Changlan slowly took back the wooden sword, hugged it again and leaned against the edge of the wall, as if he was hiding his merits and fame, and there was no need to thank me.

Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu fell silent when they saw this scene.

Yin Susu deliberately scolded Li Changlan for not knowing the importance of his actions, but then thought about the fact that he had just rescued Wuji and was Zhang Cuishan's junior brother, so he gave up the idea.

However, Li Changlan always frowned, his eyes full of confusion.

When I was seven years old, I first met Zhang Sanfeng at the Golden Summit of Wudang Mountain.

I already have no memory.

I don’t know where I came from or why I appeared in Wudang Mountain. I only remember that my name is Li Changlan.

so many years.

Although he is Zhang Sanfeng's registered disciple, his treatment is no worse than that of the so-called Wudang Seven Heroes, but he has never learned any martial arts from a master, nor has he learned any serious martial arts.

Li Changlan seemed to be a self-taught person.

Just pick up the sword and make a few gestures, and you can easily use some very advanced sword techniques.

Even the moves that others have used can be used with ease after watching them once.

"I always feel that the name Jiuyang Divine Art seems familiar..."

Li Changlan murmured in a low voice, feeling as if the Nine Yang Divine Skill, the name of which he had heard for the first time, not only did not feel strange, but was actually very familiar.

Zhang Sanfeng noticed something strange about Li Changlan and turned around.

"Chang Lan, do you have any questions about the Nine Yang Divine Art?"

"I find it out of the question. I just don't know why. I always feel that I know the Nine Sun Magic Skills, but it's still something I stopped practicing a long, long time ago."

Li Changlan held his chin with one hand, showing a thoughtful expression.

Zhang Sanfeng was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately asked, "Let him be strong, and the breeze will blow over the hills?"

Li Changlan blurted out: "Let him do whatever he wants, and the bright moon will shine on the river."

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes lit up and he continued to ask: "Is it because he is cruel to himself?"

Li Changlan raised his eyebrows and said immediately: "He is cruel to himself because he is evil, but I am so angry." (End of Chapter)