Chapter 530 Huishan purple clothes lock the river across the river, Wudang sword blocked the way
As this Wudang Mountain Taoist priest in Daxuantong hollowed out a section of the river water, the tilted ships on the river surface poured into the Guangling Waterway along with the subsequent river water. You can just see this thrilling scene, and your mind is swaying. Maybe Wang Xiaoping’s intention is very calm and peaceful, and all the viewers are surprised but not afraid. As the surging river water filled the waterway again, the ferry passengers could take the opportunity to see the fairy style. Some ferrymen who had originally rushed to the upstream also took out silver and desperately asked the owner to turn the bow of the ship and go down with the water. The reason why they were not afraid of being affected was that they found that the tip of the sword began to move and moved to the shore, and the old man in Mai who was originally standing on the river also swept ashore and changed the battlefield together.
Wang Xianzhi just touched the ground with his toes, and the green sword had already come straight, with each person and sword being less than three meters apart.
Wang Xianzhi changed from pointing to ground to solid ground, and the other foot was pointing on the ground in the next step, without any avoidance, and punched her straight.
The huge green sword suddenly “stopped” one foot away, exploded a splendid water, and then turned into a fog, and the smoke disappeared.
The water curtain that was born from the collision between the fist and the sword energy seemed to have no end.
This Baizhang Water Sword was severely damaged, and it was shortened at a speed that was accessible to the naked eye of the passenger on the river, and it quickly consumed ten feet of sword body.
Wang Xianzhi’s body remained unmoved, but she seemed to be patiently polished. She soon refused to stand and was beaten again. She stepped out and punched her left hand again. The punch was extremely powerful, not only smashing the new “sword tip” that followed one after another, but it could even smash the entire green sword to shake the sword body and sway continuously.
Countless slender and miscellaneous sword energy hidden in the Dashui Qing Sword began to shoot out in all directions, which was spectacular.
After that, the old man who had roughly guessed the identity of the lord of Wudi City by the Dukes made a step and punched him without retreating, and hit the ninety-foot long sword to eighty and seventy feet. It was not until half a sword was fifty feet. Wang Xianzhi slightly closed the attack, just like practicing martial arts, and he would go back if he did not advance. When he stopped, the originally blocked sword force seemed to be waiting for this moment. Its momentum was coming, not only a little better than the far superior, but it seemed like a full level of realm was missing. Wang Xianzhi slid back a distance, jumped up gently, slapped it with a palm, and slapped it on the huge sword tip. The tip of the sword was forced down. The green sword drilled into the ground, tearing the arch and turning out a groove. The giant sword circled an arc under the ground, drilling out of the ground, and the arc continued. The sword body finally formed a big circle. The sword tail was not far from Wang Xianzhi’s feet. The tip of the sword fell from the upper part and pointed at Wang Xianzhi’s who had turned around again.
The Taoist who practiced Gu Yin in Longhu Mountain felt emotion. In his eyes, the sword posture was like a gui and a jade, and the general outline was round on the outside and the sky and the earth on the inside was square. The sword was launched before, and the sword was cut into the river and made into the sword refers to Xuan. Now, half of the sword is drawn out to be considered the spirit of the celestial sword. Within the great circle, there is also sword energy. In fact, the three belong to the same sword, and it is even more difficult to complete in one go.What is, this unfinished sword has never shown any signs of decay, and its spirit is still rising. Even Wang Xianzhi was unable to block the nodes that were transformed between the mysterious and the celestial phenomena. Wang Xianzhi has been fighting against others for more than 60 years. For more than 60 years, he has almost never crushed anyone with a higher level. He has always liked to fight in the same realm, trying to make his opponent do his best to do his tricks and spirit. Even if he loses to him, he will be without regrets. Therefore, he has restrained his fist before and learned in advance that Wang Xiaoping’s instantaneous ascension to the realm of this sword. At this moment, facing the “Yuan Bi Sword” with abundant Xingyi, Wang Xianzhi lowered his hands and raised his hands, “lifted” two purple and green qi with different colors, making swords and swords respectively.
The Taoist chuckled softly, “It’s not common to let Wang Xianzhi take up his weapons to meet the enemy.”
Suddenly, he held a sword and held a knife. Wang Xianzhi, who was already strong, was even more arrogant, like a god-like man from the heavenly court who came to the world.
But Wang Xianzhi did not give out any complicated and clever moves, just a horizontal knife and a vertical sword. The horizontal knife cuts the jade bi and the vertical sword cuts the Qingshui in the middle.
A priceless jade bi was like being smashed to the cold and hard ground, and the scene was extremely dazzling.
The situation changed so quickly that even the Taoist who was practicing in Longhu Mountain was in front of him. When he looked at it again, he could already see the fifty-foot-long green half sword shattered. The Taoist thought that Wang Xiaoping’s celestial half-sword was the ultimate, but he soon realized that he had underestimated the Wudang sword fan who had been down the mountain for many years. Wudang is moving, and two ways are carried on the shoulders of a mountain: the way of heaven and the way of martial arts. The previous generation leader Hong Xixiang almost had both fish and bear’s paws, but he went down the mountain too hastily and left the world even more quickly. So Wang Xiaoping had to carry a sword at the least. The Taoist has been living in Longhu Mountain, a ancestral courtyard of Taoism for so many years. He has always felt that Wudang Mountain has a strong sense of humanity. The immortal spirit that those who practice Taoism work hard to find is inevitably far inferior to the Tianshi Mansion, which is surrounded by immortal mist all year round. Wang Xiaoping’s last half of the sword made the old Taoist slightly change.
There are eighty-one peaks facing the top of Wudang.
Wang Xianzhi had eighty-one swords of different lengths and thicknesses around him. The tip of the sword pointed to the sky at the same time, and the tip of the sword was either straight or slightly tilted, all of which were in line with the 81 peaks and mountains. The majestic sword posture is completely consistent with the magnificent mountain posture, so that the Taoist who is quiet and far away can easily recognize the names of the mountain symbolized by the eighty-one swords.
Wang Xianzhi smiled gently. Whether it is Qi Xuanzhen who sits high on the Demon-Slaying Platform or Hong Xixiang riding a crane to the south of the Yangtze River, he never had “a common sense” with him, Wang Xianzhi, but he had to regret it. He once had a move that he studied for many years. At first, he wanted to target Qi Xuanjian. Later, Qi Xuanjian was said to be the immortal. After that, he finally appeared a descendant of Wudang who was in the sword to settle down in Longhu Mountain. Wang Xianzhi picked up that move again and continued to silently check for the gaps, but was disappointed again, and in the end he never had the chance to take action. Since Wang Xiaoping did not disappoint himself, Wang Xianzhi no longer deliberately restrained himself and hid himself. She squatted on her knees, and acted as the overlord to carry the tripod and drive away the mountains and rivers. When eighty-one swords flew over the top, a far-reachingThe more spectacular and huge gorge wall of the huge rocks was also uprooted.
The stormy waves are shaking, the earth is shaking.
People all mistakenly believe that the magical power of moving mountains and downs is just an absurd legend in the novel of the strange and strange ambitions.
At this time, what the ferrymen on the river saw with their own eyes was so scared that they were shattered. Many people knelt on the bow of the boat, not daring to see the flying mountain that covered the sky and the sun.
One mountain suppresses eighty-one peaks.
The most incredible fact is that Wang Xianzhi himself is also in the category of Feishan suppression.
Obviously, Wang Xianzhi wants to use this to defeat Wang Xiaoping: I am moving the mountain, if you can’t even destroy the mountain, how can you decide to win and lose with Wang Xianzhi!
A cliff pressed down with a bang.
The dust on this bank of Guangling River was everywhere, and the vibration pierced the eardrums.
Wang Xiaoping drew out a piece of water from the river and made a unique sword between heaven and earth, but the unknown wooden sword is the foundation. The peach wood sword was originally a spiritual weapon for the Taomen to protect the house. Wang Xianzhi actually used the mountain to curry sword, which was undoubtedly a great provocation to Wudang Mountain where Lu Zu proved the truth.
Wang Xiaoping’s sword is a new sword, and Wang Xianzhi’s mountain is also a new mountain.
The top of Johor Bahru, a very old white-haired man in this world, stands with his hands behind his back.
The new sword that had only half moved did not disappear, but broke through the mountains, with only one sword remaining in the eighty-one swords.
The water sword is only three feet long, but the sword energy is ten feet long.