Comprehensive martial arts: He was in the Jin Kingdom, but he returned to the Southern Song Dynasty

The old knife handler glanced at Ximen Chuixue, as if looking at his expression to see if he was serious.

Lao Daobaozi's entire face was hidden under his bamboo hat, and his expression could not be seen clearly. But behind him on the illusory Wudang Mountain, the statue of Zhenwu Emperor also looked at Ximen Chuixue. His facial features are majestic and majestic, and his expression is indifferent, as if he were a real god looking down at a small person who does not know his own abilities.

This statue of the Zhenwu Emperor is unparalleled in size. The Dharma form of Wu Zetian's Wusheng Old Mother that Lu Chen had seen in the past was completely incomparable to it. It seems to have incorporated Mount Huashan, the peaks around it, and even the entire world into its body.

Those reverberating clouds only blew a corner of his imperial robe, but they were also like a giant wing hanging from the sky, so huge that it could cover everything and blend everything into endless darkness. All these darkness are projected on it.

At this moment, it is simply the center of the entire world. All the previous visions and brilliance and countless brilliance are just fireworks when it comes to this world.

It's really amazing to practice martial arts to such an extent that it can block out the sky and the sun.

Such an existence, even if it is understated, will make people frightened just by looking at it. This image of Emperor Zhenwu is truly condensed to the point of incomparable realism, and can be called a holy hero. Wu Zetian's cultivation was completely outclassed by Lao Daozi.

However, although the appearance of Emperor Zhenwu is extremely solemn and sacred, if you lower your gaze, you can catch a glimpse of shocking facts.

I saw the virtual Wudang Mountain, towering and towering, reaching into the sea of ​​clouds. It was extremely majestic and surrounded by clouds and mist. At first glance, it seemed very unclear.

A strange thing is that wherever the onlookers look, the clouds and mist will move away, revealing the scenery inside. It is actually no different from the real Wudang Mountain’s seventy-two peaks, thirty-six rocks, twenty-four streams, etc. It is dreamlike and extremely beautiful.

But if you are looking at one place, you suddenly turn your gaze to another place. Then you will immediately find that the two scenery are completely different, and it was just an illusion before.

This is based on the observations of visitors, disguised as different caves and paradises.

For example, Yaoyue saw the Taihe Palace, Lianxing saw the Zixiao Palace, and Zhuge Zhengwo saw the Jingle Palace.

This is like a devil who puts on Taoist robes and disguises himself as the righteous way. But even though Lao Daobaozi's cultivation level is high, how can he completely copy Wudang Mountain?

He can only manifest a small area, so that when people look at it, they will be moved by their hearts and emotions, and it will be so lifelike that the fake can be mistaken for the real. But once a person looks at two places at the same time, the result is that neither place can be maintained, and any illusion or manifestation is immediately exposed and destroyed, revealing its ugly and stinky true scene.

This is a magic mountain, not a holy mountain.

It is not a collection of mountains, rocks, vegetation, but a collection of countless fragmented internal organs, all flesh-colored, mixed with bones, brains, blood and other things, which were kneaded into a placenta and stood on Mount Huashan.

On the outermost surface, there is a disgustingly rough outer membrane, which is rugged and rugged, like the skin of a toad, and has billions of large and small blood vessels dilated and intertwined, with countless thin and dense purple-black liquids flowing through it. Shining with a vicious and sharp light.

I saw only blood vessels one by one, which were as big as mountain streams and as small as ditches. They were overlapped and densely packed, making people feel sick when they saw them.

On the surface of the blood vessels, there are bunches and clusters of flagella, growing out in disorder, all over the mountains and down the mountains, like a primitive forest.

Among the hairs, there are beating pustules that swell and pulsate from time to time, and are squeezed open, splattering with juice. There are white, red, purple-black, dark green and so on.

Occasionally, there is a hand, with a pop, suddenly stretching out from the outer membrane, blood vessels, flagella, and pustules, as if a struggling person is trying to grasp some life-saving straw. This kind of thing is happening all over the mountain, with thousands of hands.

However, every time those arms stretched out, something surprising happened from within between the five fingers grasping them. Eyeballs grew out of the fingers, feathers grew out of the eyeballs, lips and teeth grew out of the feathers, bones grew out of the lips and teeth, and tombs grew out of the bones. In the blink of an eye, a good hand becomes all kinds of weird and ugly.

What a terrifying magic mountain this is, but Emperor Zhenwu is entrenched on the top of the mountain, looking bright and majestic.

However, if you look carefully, you will find that this emperor has no legs at all.

Its upper body is very sacred and majestic, like the Emperor of Heaven who holds the power of heaven and earth, but its lower body is connected to this magic mountain.

The magic mountain is somewhat similar to the fetal movements, breathing, and agitation of living creatures, all of which transport nutrients to support the existence of this great emperor. Those outer membranes, blood vessels, hairs, and pustules stretched into his deep and dark robe, disappeared, and turned into the appearance of the god.

Seeing such a scene, both the injured Yaoyue Lianxing and Zhuge Zhengwo felt a creepy feeling.

They are both Grandmaster-level figures of the Great Triad, and they all know very well that this magic mountain is the transformation of the demonic nature of Lao Daobaozi. The greater the ambition of Lao Daobao, the stronger his desire, and the more demonic nature he has. The practice of Lao Daobaozi is to cut off these demonic qualities.

But suddenly, a strong wind blew.

This is not an air current or cloud chaos, but a feeling of wind.

After this gust of wind blew up, the creepy and unspeakable nauseating feeling in everyone present instantly became calm and calm.

This is all because one person took a step and absorbed a certain "aura" in the scene into himself, to withstand all the energy of Lao Daobaozi.

Of course he is Ximen Chuixue!
Ximen Chuixue had no expression on his face, tightened his robe, straightened his spine, and stood in front of everyone. Like a long sword that stands between heaven and earth, measuring time and space, it stands proudly in front of the Magic Mountain, Emperor Zhenwu, and Lao Daozi.

He was dressed in white as snow, handsome and flawless, with nothing else on his body except a long sword with a black scabbard at his waist.

Compared to Emperor Zhenwu, who wore imperial robes, a crown and a bead curtain on his head, he was extremely plain and ordinary. However, such simple clothes are so impressive. It's like the only beautiful pure white among the endless dirty colors.

If the Mountain is the ugliest thing in history, he is simply the most perfect being. No matter which angle you look at it, you can't find any flaws or flaws.

The two looked at each other and faced each other.

One of them is filthy, one is spotless, one is gigantic, and the other is incomparably small. But between heaven and earth, it seemed that only the two of them existed. Ximen Chuixue's strong sense of presence was no weaker than that of Lao Daobaozi.

There was a hint of surprise in Lao Daobaozi's eyes, as if he had seen some kind of freak.

He couldn't help but praise, "Well, you are not infected by demonic nature. My Wudang Mountain is a place where all the demonic nature is concentrated at present, but you are the only person without demonic nature. The cultivation in your body , exactly what I want to achieve.”

Ximen Chuixue said calmly, "The paths are different. Your goal is just my starting point. However, this is not important, because I don't even bother to be someone like you. Forget about gossiping, old sword handler, let's talk about swords. !”

The old knife handler's eyes narrowed, "Okay!"

Suddenly, he took a long breath, clasped his hands together, and saluted Ximen Chuixue as a warrior rather than a Taoist.

This lunatic, lunatic, and tyrant actually treated Ximen Chuixue, a junior, as a warrior with respect. His martial arts skills were undoubtedly superior to Ximen Chuixue's, but he considered himself to be far inferior to Ximen Chuixue in terms of his pursuit of kendo.

He is infected by the demonic nature, and he also fights against the demonic nature. In the end, he must transcend the demonic nature, stop killing with killing, and make the demonic nature disappear. But Ximen Chuixue's swordsmanship has no demonic nature at all from the beginning, it is pure and pure.

However, Lao Daobao's salute like this means that he is truly murderous.

For people like him, once they are enemies with others, they will naturally respect them more and go all out.

Ximen Chuixue naturally knew this.

His eyes looked at the black sword at the waist of the old sword, and there was a kind of expectation in his eyes.

Endless flames of light suddenly spurted out from the surface of Ximen Chuixue's body. He keeps getting brighter, brighter, and brighter. Like a sun falling into the world, the whole body releases violent flames that can sting and burn the naked eye.

With a roar, Ximen Chuixue suddenly turned into a bright light that pierced the sky and hit the face of Emperor Zhenwu above the nine heavens. His speed was so fast and his impact was so powerful, it was a thousand times faster than the sound. Even the old sword handler couldn't react for a while.

At this moment, Ximen Chuixue drew his sword.

Many people have various emphases in their swordsmanship. This expression of integrating one's own tendencies into the sword is called "transformation state" by the old sword master.

However, Ximen Chuixue has obviously surpassed the Transformation Realm. His realm has reached the "Breaking Realm" and is on an equal footing with Lao Dao Baozi, but he lacks a little bit of foundation in terms of skill and cultivation.

Therefore, his sword is just the simplest, purest and most ordinary sword.

It is just a sword, with a blade of three feet and seven inches, a net weight of seven kilograms and thirteen taels, with sharp edges on both sides, and a mouth for swallowing at the end. But the moment this sword appeared, it was deeply engraved in everyone's heart.

Absolutely no one will ignore it, absolutely no one will forget it. Even a blind man can "see" the sword, and even the person holding the sword.

Ximen Chuixue held his sword and left.

He has already lived and died with his sword!

Lao Daobao also immediately drew his sword.

When he drew his sword, Emperor Zhenwu behind him also drew his sword at the same time. The size of the two people is very different, but at this moment they are moving at the same range.

They drew out the black sword at the same time.

Black light shines.

When this black light was released, the coldness, loneliness, and loneliness of Ximen Chuixue's temperament suddenly melted and disappeared. He was like a meteor piercing the sky, releasing light and heat that a hundred people could not release in their lifetime.

He is a cold-hearted person.

He could die unjustly for a stranger and go thousands of miles away to avenge him.

He also couldn't bear to see others using swords for sneak attacks and plots, because the sword was a gentleman's weapon and should not be insulted like this.

Deep in his heart, there are really too many views, opinions, and thoughts. He wants to talk, shout, and roar. However, there are too few people who are qualified to discuss swordsmanship with him.

But when he meets a qualified person, he can't hold back and can't bear it. Deep in his heart, there was only vitality that was eager to expand or even explode. He surrendered his life without reservation just for this moment.

——His life force exploded.

——His sword light also exploded.

Emperor Zhenwu is like a mountain peak, filling everyone's field of vision. With a wave of the long sword in his hand, black light was released, covering the sky and the sun, making it arrogant. The raging black wave rolled like ink, as if it had enveloped the entire world, swallowed it up and buried it, making the sky enter eternal night and never regain light.

In comparison, Ximen Chuixue is simply a speck of dust, not even as good as dust.

At a moment when he was about to stand still, this dusty swordsman shone brightly. The light was incredibly strong, and in the light, I could hear him speaking matter-of-factly, "Your sword is dishonest."

Rumble, rumble, rumble——

A ray of light suddenly flashed, like the dawn sun, rising slowly and shining in all directions. It illuminated the dark sky and earth until it was as white as day.

Emperor Zhenwu's huge body suddenly froze, and then his whole body suddenly released endless white light. That kind of white light seems to be released from its body, and it seems to be the energy in its body. Forming rivers of light that break through the sky.

After the white light passed, it shattered together with the Wudang Mountain at its feet. The Great Emperor Zhenwu and the Magic Mountain Wudang were all turned into crystal fragments scattered all over the sky without a trace.

Huashan seemed to have regained its calmness at this moment.

Only two people were left.

Two swords.

Ximen Chuixue and Lao Daobaozi.

They stood very close, and everything just seemed to be an illusion. The two people collided with their swords, and time was frozen at this moment, as the two swords clashed and collided.

The old swordsman was silent for a while, then suddenly put away the black sword in his hand and threw it into the air. At the same time, he vomited blood from the corner of his mouth.

With a snap, the black sword shattered into pieces that filled the sky in mid-air.

The old sword handler looked at the fragments of the black sword, sighed, and then stretched out his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, "Hey, such a sword is really amazing, it actually broke the image of the Zhenwu Emperor. Ximen Chuixue, not bad, not bad ...I will always remember this name. It also makes me feel the urge to drink.”

The old swordmaster said calmly, "After today's battle, I promise that I will never use the sword again until I fail to kill Zhang Sanfeng."

His tone was casual, but anyone could feel the weight in it. He means it.

Then, Lao Daobaozi asked Ximen Chuixue, "You have transcended the realm and defeated me in one move, so you can be proud of yourself. Do you have any last words next?"

Ximen Chuixue's face was extremely calm, and his expression was extremely cold and arrogant. His nature was like a long sword, and his body was also like a long sword. He put away the long sword, returned it to the scabbard, and suddenly waved his sleeve.

The long sword whined, as if weeping for the Lord, and flew into the cloud light.

Ximen Chuixue looked up to the sky and said, "Lu Xiaofeng, give this sword to City Lord Ye! Tell him that Ximen died without regrets, with no distracting thoughts, only guilty conscience, and can't accept the fight! It's my fault, it's my fault..."

After two consecutive calls, Ximen Chuixue suddenly stopped and the movement disappeared.

Then, along with his white clothes, his body disillusioned inch by inch and turned into fragments of cloud light, floating between heaven and earth.

He died a tragic death.

Death is death, treat everyone fairly, even a genius that no one dares to pity.

It is impossible to fight such a war without death. But no one could have imagined that the first person to die was not Zhuge Zhengwo, who took righteousness as his mission, nor Yaoyue Lianxing, who had a personal grudge against Lao Daobaozi, nor even Lu Chen, the focus of everything.

It was Ximen Chuixue who was invited by Lu Xiaofeng to assist him. He had nothing to do with this matter.

But when he came, he immediately gave everything he had.

Give everything you have.

His person is cold and arrogant, but his sword is sincere, passionate, pious, and not false at all.

This is his way and the way he conducts himself. He is a character who would rather break than bend, and regards life and death as nothing. Once he meets Lao Daobazi, in order to see Lao Daobao's sword, he must use his own life to prove his truth. If he had escaped or given way, he would no longer be Ximen Chuixue.

Facts have proved that Ximen Chuixue did not let down the sword, and the sword did not let him down. Arrogant and arrogant, arrogant and arrogant like an old knife, he is willing to be defeated.

Making Lao Daobaozi give up using the sword was something that even Zhang Sanfeng failed to do.

In a sense, Ximen Chuixue won. He broke the law of Emperor Zhenwu and convinced Lao Daobaozi. Unfortunately, the fact is that his cultivation was insufficient. He won the swordsmanship but lost the life-and-death battle, so he died.

Maybe he can win after a battle with Ye Gucheng, and then he can truly become a sword god and be on an equal footing with Lao Daobaozi. Perhaps, he was destined to be a swordsman prodigy who could shine and compete with Yan Nantian.

But before all that could happen, he died.

In this battle, Ximen Chuixue defeated Zhenwu with one sword.

The sword god who had not yet become the sword god passed away. (End of chapter)