Planar martial arts myth

"And the ghost sword Ling Fang is nothing. The real powerful one is his master, who is also the founder of Fuwei Escort, Ling Yuantu. I think Ling Yuantu used the 72-way evil swordsmanship to fight all over the southern green forest roads. He had no opponents, and gained a great reputation. Later, because of his great reputation, he faintly had the posture of being the first in the southern martial arts, so many decent masters couldn't sit still, and they went to challenge one after another. If you are defeated, even your Baishao master Chang Qingzi is among them."

Speaking of this, Yu Cangshan paused for a moment, then sighed and continued: "Your master Baishao is very talented in martial arts, especially in the field of swordsmanship. In his thirties, he advanced to the realm of small successes, and when he was in his forties, he broke through the bottleneck and reached the realm of great accomplishments. He became a first-class master. The city faction has the most hope of entering the realm of the master in the past few hundred years."

"It is also because of this that your ancestors are extremely arrogant. After hearing about Ling Yuantu's reputation and achievements, he couldn't help but go to the Yuezhou Fuwei Escort to challenge Ling Yuantu in person. He was defeated in the first battle. , I have been brooding over this matter since I came back, so I decided to retreat to death, and vowed to create a sword technique that is even more sublime than the evil sword technique, and then go to Ling Yuantu to compete with Jian Yi. You guys Master, he retreated for nine years, but he failed to create a sword that was more powerful than the evil sword. In the end, his efforts were exhausted and he died in depression. Since his death, our Qingcheng faction is gone. With the top masters in charge, they gradually weakened day by day, and let those stinky nuns of the Emei Sect over their heads."

Ling Muyun, who was outside the window, was stunned when he heard this. It turns out that his family still has such a feud with the Qingcheng faction. If it is said that his great-grandfather, whom he has never met, is indeed powerful, he will compete with the Qingcheng faction generation. Wu Xueyao was so depressed to death, no wonder Qingcheng Party coveted his family's evil sword manual so much, and the attack was so vicious, how much resentment must be there!

At this time, I heard Yu Cangshan say again: "Renhao, Renjie, you two don't need to be too discouraged. Although your right hand is disabled, don't you still have your left hand? When the time comes, we will seize the Ling family's evil sword manual." Come on, I will be the first to pass it on to you as a teacher, you two have the foundation of the original swordsmanship, and if you practice the evil swordsmanship, you will become the best of the younger generation again in a few years."

"Master, since the Ling family's evil swordsmanship is so powerful, after we snatch it from the Ling family, will the Songshan sect join us?"

"There should be no problem. If the Songshan faction wants to infiltrate Shu through us, how can it not give us any benefits? Besides, the battle between your ancestor and Ling Yuantu was carried out in private. At least, even our Qingcheng sect has only a few people who know about it, and those of the Songshan sect are even more unknown. Therefore, their understanding of the evil sword manual will not be as deep as ours, and they may not value it very much. As long as they are teachers At that time, if we persevere, there is still great hope for winning the sword manual."

Next, Yu Cangshan encouraged the two disciples of Luo, and then let the two of them retreat. Afterwards, Yu Cangshan blew out the lights, turned around and went to bed to meditate to practice energy.

Ling Muyun knew that masters like Yu Cangshan, who were in the pre-mortal state, had extremely sharp spiritual senses, and when practicing kung fu, their spirit platform was clear, and their perception was even stronger than usual, so seeing Yu Cangshan go to bed to do kung fu , not only did he not relax at all, on the contrary, he became more and more careful, sticking to the wall outside the window without daring to move, even suppressing his breathing to the minimum, exhaling slowly, if there was nothing, so as not to be noticed by Yu Cangshan, Ling Muyunshen Knowing that his current strength is not strong enough, and there is still a big gap compared with a Xianyao master like Yu Cangshan, if he wants to attack him, he must be careful and cautious to the extreme, so that he can succeed.

After about half an hour, Yu Cangshan in the room got up and took off his clothes, took off his sword and put it beside the bed, then lay down on the bed and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Ling Muyun gritted his teeth and persisted for about half an hour. Seeing that the lights in the inn had basically been extinguished, they were obviously asleep.He also heard Yu Cangshan's even and long breathing in the room, it seemed that he was already fast asleep.Only then did Ling Muyun slowly draw out the long sword at his waist, and then stretched out his palm to stick it on the window sill, secretly using his heart-breaking palm strength, he broke the window latch silently, slowly pushed the window open, and then his body moved lightly Grabbing into the house, it was like a dead leaf gently falling to the ground without making any sound.

Holding his breath, Ling Muyun walked slowly to Yu Cangshan's bed, raised his long sword, and stabbed Yu Cangshan's heart in a deep sleep.

"Who?!"

At this moment, Yu Cangshan, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly had a warning sign, opened his eyes suddenly, jumped up from the bed with a loud shout, and slammed heavily towards Ling Muyun with one palm.Although his palm was sent hastily, but after all, Jing is a master of Xianyao, so it is still powerful, Ling Muyun only felt a sharp wind whizzing towards him, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, giving him the illusion of suffocating .

"Death!" Ling Muyun gritted his teeth violently, his figure did not dodge or dodge, he just used the method of shrinking bones and unloading force from the Nine Yin Scriptures to collapse his chest inward as hard as he could, and at the same time the sharp sword in his hand remained undiminished, Even the blade of the sword shone slightly due to the infusion of powerful internal force, drawing a bright and deadly sword light in the dark room, stabbing down towards Yu Cangshan's chest like thunder.

But Ling Muyun knew that this opportunity was rare, and once Yu Cangshan slowed down, it would be extremely difficult to kill a Xianyao master like Yu Cangshan with his postmortem cultivation base, so he fought hard Accepting Yu Cangshan's palm will never give Yu Cangshan the slightest chance to breathe.

"Oh!" "Pfft!"

Two completely different voices sounded almost at the same time. A sword that condensed almost all of Ling Muyun's internal energy broke through Yu Cangshan's innate protective body energy, and directly pierced through Yu Cangshan's chest amidst Yu Cangshan's miserable cry. As for the man, he nailed the entire body of Yu Cangshan to the bed, and blood immediately gushed out from the front and back like a spring, staining the bed bright red.

Almost at the same time, Yu Cangshan's dying counterattack slapped heavily on Ling Muyun's chest. Although Ling Muyun had already used his secret method to relieve his strength, almost half of the force of Yu Cangshan's palm was removed, but The remaining half of the palm force undoubtedly slapped away the Jiuyang Zhenqi that protected Ling Muyun's body, breaking his sternum and spurting out blood, his figure shot backwards like a shell fired, directly He smashed the window and fell out of the inn.

Seeing that he was about to fall on his back to the ground, Ling Muyun suddenly twisted his body strangely in mid-air, abruptly changed his body posture, and landed on both feet, but Ling Muyun's injuries were too serious, and his body couldn't help but He staggered, a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurted out again, and he still stretched out his hand to support the back wall of the inn, so that he barely fell to the ground.

"What's that sound?" "It seems to be Master!" "Go and see Master!"... At this time, the Qingcheng disciples in the inn were also startled by Yu Cangshan's dying screams and Ling Muyun's commotion. The lights in each room were lit, and there was a noise of shouting from the windows.

"No, I have to leave quickly, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to leave when they react!"

Ling Muyun was anxious, endured the pain and staggered out of the alley at the back of the inn. He simply collected and adjusted his breathing to suppress the broken qi in his body, temporarily suppressing the injury in his body, and then quickly disappeared under the night. on the street.

And not long after Ling Muyun's figure disappeared, a group of Qingcheng faction disciples holding swords and blood-red eyes rushed out from the gate of the inn and the alley behind the inn, and frantically searched the market. If there is any trace of someone entering, they will definitely rush over like a swarm. If they are capable of martial arts, these Qingcheng disciples will not care about indiscriminate, and will directly use their weapons to fight.Even if they don't know martial arts, they still beat and kicked indiscriminately. Once Yu Cangshan died, these Qingcheng disciples lost their backbone, and they were all in chaos.

...Ling Muyun struggled to find an inn in a remote place in Hengyang City. Although the front door was small and dilapidated, and the interior decoration was extremely simple, Ling Muyun didn't care so much at this time, and directly threw an ingot of silver on the counter to open it. After entering a room, the shop owner didn't dare to ask more when he saw Ling Muyun's appearance, and obediently took the money to open the room.

After entering the room, Ling Muyun threw himself on the bed and couldn't help spurting out a mouthful of blood. The running all the way made his injury worse.

Ling Muyun endured the pain to connect the broken bones on his chest, and then took out the wound medicine he carried with him and applied it.At this time, Ling Muyun missed the Black Jade Intermittent Ointment he had obtained in the world of snake carving. If he had a bottle of Black Jade Intermittent Ointment by his side at this time, his bone injuries would be much easier to deal with.It's a pity that it's something in the world of snake carvings, he can't bring it out, he can only wait for Huang Yaoshi to research the prescription in the future, and then he will prepare another one according to the prescription in the main world.But these are things in the future, but he can't count on them now.

After the medicine was applied, Ling Muyun sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and practiced the Nine Suns Divine Art to heal his injuries.Where the heart is moving, the strong Jiuyang Zhenqi circulates and swims in Ling Muyun's body, and the thick Jiuyang Zhenqi continuously pours into the wound on the chest, conditioning the body and nourishing the wounded, nourished by the Jiuyang Zhenqi Next, Ling Muyun only felt as if he was in a hot spring. Although the injury on his body did not heal immediately, the pain was relieved a lot, and the originally frowning brows also unknowingly relaxed