Wuguan Sanjue

Chapter 117
Tianqiong Palace, Kuya Peak, and Baizhang Waterfall rush down, and the rumbling sound can be heard from afar.

Under the waterfall, a figure was fighting with a sword. The three-foot long sword was like a spirit snake, extremely fast. It hit the waterfall, scooped out waves and flowers, and the sound of the rumbling landing couldn't cover up the sharp sword's swishing sound. sound.

Not far from the waterfall, an old man with white hair and a bit of a celestial spirit sat cross-legged on the dry cliff, watching the figure hitting the water, nodding his head constantly, his face full of gratification color.

Chopping, teasing, pointing, stabbing, the three-foot long sword in the hand is like an arm, flowing like clouds and flowing water, without the slightest obscurity. Even facing the roaring waterfall, the long sword has no tendency to bend at all, only piercing the sky. sharp.

"The way of the sword, the way of the sword is elegant, free and easy, light and flexible, but it can also be like a poisonous snake spitting out its core, and it will surely hit with one blow. The swordsman does not lie in the gorgeousness of the sword technique or the preciousness of the sword, but in the practitioner himself. With a 'swordsman's heart', only those who really understand swords can practice the swordsmanship of the ages." The old figure sitting cross-legged on the dry cliff said to the figure under the waterfall who kept waving his sword.

Hearing the words of the old figure, the figure under the waterfall trembled slightly, and the sword in his hand was straightened even more suddenly, like an iron rod, and suddenly stabbed at the waterfall, the long sword swept across, and the waterfall that shot down was cut off. In the blink of an eye, the circuit breaker was resumed, and the long sword was withdrawn.

Flicking his long white beard, Elder Shanran said softly: "Okay, Kun'er, this is the end of your sword practice today! You have reached the stage of mastering the sword, and you are born to be a swordsman!" Reader! Come here, I have something to tell you."

Withdrawing the sword and freezing his body, Wu Kun's figure jumped out quickly, like a monkey, he climbed up the dry cliff in a few strokes, sat cross-legged in front of Elder Shanran, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Master, what are you doing?" matter."

Elder Shanran smiled all over his face, and a three-foot-long wooden box appeared in his hand. The wooden box was lightly opened, and Weng Ming's voice came out immediately, and a long sword appeared in Wu Kun's eyes, three feet long, with two fingers Wide, the color of silver and white of the sword god, and the color of gold on the hilt of the sword, humming constantly, as if carrying a monstrous fighting spirit.

Wu Kun couldn't help stretching out his hand and grabbing the long sword. Suddenly, the buzzing sound rose sharply, as if he wanted to reject Wu Kun, he quickly moved out, holding the hilt of the sword, the long sword trembled, and a tyrannical sword energy shot towards Wu Kun who entered. In Kun's body, Wu Kun's face couldn't help but change, and his strong spiritual power circulated randomly, driving away the tyrannical sword energy.

Leaping down, the silver sword waved, and the sword energy shot out.Holding the long sword in his hand, Wu Kun felt as if he was about to lose control. His fighting spirit soared, he held the long sword tightly, and fought against the waterfall.

A powerful force emanated from Wu Kun's body. I don't know if it was caused by the sword or because of people. At this time, Wu Kun seemed to be integrated with the sword, showing his sharpness and piercing the sky.

The swordsman is angry, draws his sword out, the situation changes, the sun and the moon fade, and the world fears.

The momentum is like a rainbow, and the blood is splashed for five steps, just for the heart.

The sword is at ease, the sword is in its sheath, the nectar will hold, all things will recover, and the people will rest.

Sing to wine, love and hate as you please, and do everything as you like.

On the dry cliff.Elder Shanran smiled and said softly.Amidst the smiles on his face, mixed with deep shock, Wu Kun's comprehension of swords indeed has an advantage far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Ding dong!"

The sword fell and hit the bluestone, making a crisp sound.On the long sword, the buzzing has stopped.Lying on the bluestone, the waves splashed, which made Wu Kun's fatigue relieved a bit.

Picking up the long sword in his hand, Wu Kun observed it carefully. The sword at this moment really belongs to Wu Kun. A good sword always has a hint of spirituality.Just like when a swordsman chooses his sword, the sword also chooses its owner.

This sword is narrower and thinner than all the swords Wu Kun has ever seen, but the edge on it is the strongest Wu Kun has ever seen. The whole sword has a little extra decoration, and there are no complicated patterns. Some are just uncontrollable aggressiveness and unconcealable fighting spirit.On the hilt of the sword, there are two words "Fenglu" engraved on it, and the sword energy is overflowing on the two words, showing the meaning of heroism.

Feeling the fighting spirit on the long sword, Wu Kun couldn't help saying: "What a sharp sword!"

"Buzz!"

As if understanding Wu Kun's words, the long sword trembled a few times uncontrollably, and let out a few deep sword cries in response to Wu Kun's words.

The cold water washing made Wu Kun's tiredness gradually recede, and his spiritual power also recovered a bit.Standing up, Wu Kun came to the dry cliff again, and carefully put the Fenglu sword in the sword box. Although the sword is good, it does not belong to Wu Kun after all.

Seeing Wu Kun like this, Elder Shanran couldn't help but nodded, handed the sword box into Wu Kun's hands, and said: "Kun'er, I specially prepared this Fenglu sword for you. I hope that the sword can be used in your hands. Its greatest power."

Looking at the sword box in his hand, Wu Kun couldn't help being startled, and immediately knelt down on the ground, saying: "Thank you master for giving me the sword, this disciple will definitely live up to the master's instructions."

"Okay, okay!" Elder Shanran said two good words repeatedly, his joy was beyond words.The whole person seems to be decades younger.

A book appeared in the hands of Elder Shanran, the smile dissipated, and the elder Shanran said seriously: "Kun'er, all my understanding of swordsmanship in my life is based on this book. Your practice is helpful, but you must remember that you can only learn from it, not copy it, and you must practice your own sword."

After taking the scroll from Elder Shanran's hand, Wu Kun felt a little doubt in his heart, and said, "Master, what is the meaning of this? With your guidance, do you still need this scroll?"

"Ha ha!"

Elder Shanran let out a burst of hearty laughter, and whispered softly: "Kun'er, I'm going to go out with a few of my old buddies to experience a few times, and besides, I have nothing to teach you, and everything else must be done. It's up to you, as long as you have a sword in your heart, then you will always be a swordsman."

"master......"

Wu Kun's tone froze, not knowing what to do.Elder Shanran's deadline is approaching, he must either take a step forward, or die.Elder Shanran has taught Wu Kun all the swordsmanship in his body. Now Wu Kun can't show his real power, and he will definitely show his sharpness in the future.

With nothing to worry about in his heart, Elder Shanran decided to go out to look for opportunities and fight the sky, no matter whether he failed or failed, Elder Shanran didn't care at all.

"Okay, Kun'er, what do you look like as a mother-in-law? I just went out to practice as a teacher. When I come back, I hope your swordsmanship can surpass mine." Elder Shanran said to Wu Kun with a relaxed expression.

Wu Kun also knew very well in his heart that Elder Shanran was just dispelling his worries. After living together for nearly a year, he knew his master Wu Kun very well.

With a smile on his face, Wu Kun said softly: "This disciple will definitely not disappoint the master. In the disciple's heart, the master's swordsmanship will always be the existence that the disciple looks up to."

"You, this...well, time is running out and it's time to go back, and there is no need to come here again, you can practice on your own!" Elder Shanran said kindly.

Hearing Shanran's words, Wu Kun couldn't help feeling his eyes wet, kowtowed several times to Elder Shanran, turned around resolutely and left, and stayed any longer, Wu Kun was afraid that he would cry.

Seeing Wu Kun drifting away, Elder Shanran's face flashed a bit of loneliness, and he said softly: "Let's go, as long as I can leave without any worries."

"It's easy to hurt others and yourself when you show your sharpness!" A figure flashed out from behind the dry cliff, and said to Shan Ran.

Shanran's shoulders trembled a few times, she stood up, looked at the person who came, and said: "My disciple, I know that Fenglu Sword is the most suitable for him, he will know when to restrain himself and when to show off."

"I hope your judgment is correct, haha! Are you ready, old man? Those two guys are getting impatient." The person who came said softly.

Elder Shanran glanced at the place where Wu Kun disappeared, and said softly: "It's been a year, it's time. Let's go!"

The two figures suddenly soared into the sky, and a long howl was heard, and two figures flew up in the distance, flying into the distance. ． ． ． ． ．
Looking at the figure soaring into the sky, Wu Kun said softly: "Master, take care of yourself!" After finishing speaking, the speed on his feet accelerated towards the direction of the Hall of Enlightenment, "It's been nearly a year, and I practiced with the master myself. Jian, I don’t know what’s going on with Brother Hao and Li Hope!” Wu Kun couldn’t help feeling a little anxious.

In the Hall of Enlightenment, two obese figures crowded together, one was Li Hope, and the other was of course Zhu Hongtao. Both of them were scarred. Many people who entered and left the hall subconsciously avoided, as if they were afraid of tainting the bad luck of the Dao. .

Zhu Hongtao moved his obese body, changed into a comfortable position, and said to Li Hope: "Brother Hope, let me tell you that we don't want to go today! If you continue like this, you will consume yourself to death. Now There are only the two of us, and we are no match for Pu Shu, that bastard at all, besides, those fellows in Hao Ran Palace are also waiting for us, they will not let go of any chance to beat the dog in the water."

"Pooh!"

Spit and fly out, Li Hope didn't have the slightest fear at all, said: "Those bastards still want to defeat my Brother Hao, it's a fool's dream, I have to go today, I must defend my dignity of Brother Hao."

After finishing speaking, Li Hope stood up and walked out of the main hall. Seeing this, Zhu Hongtao also stood up and walked out.

Suddenly, a red shadow appeared in front of Li Hope, blocking Li Hope's way, and his red lips parted slightly: "Don't go, there are more people gathered today." Although the tone was light, it was full of doubts. .

Seeing the person who came, Li Hope's fierceness weakened a bit. The person who came was Joey. Without Joey's help for half a month, Li Hope might not be able to climb now.

"Sister Joey, I know you are doing my best, but I must protect my brother Hao's dignity. Then it is death." The last word of death was uttered, and Li Hopeful exuded a strong hostility.

A trace of helplessness flashed across Joey's face, and he handed a few elixirs into Li Hope's hands and got out of the way.

On the Tianjun Terrace, there was a lot of voices, several tall banners were hung, the words on them were not the same, they were all words that challenged Mu Hao, sitting on the Tianjun Terrace in a white shirt, sipping fragrant tea .

　The second update, I hope everyone can support a lot.. .

　　
　
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