Chapter 551 Xu Fengnian collected the sword in the East China Sea, and the New Wu Emperor collected the disciples.
Lu Yunchang rolled his eyes wide, and the old spy was also amused and laughed, but the two were soon surprised to find that the famous sword was really quiet. The sword energy was restrained and returned to the sheath. The remaining points were all floating up, flowing around Wang Sheng’s ten fingers, and the girl was as yellow as her fingertips.
Lu Yunchang’s mouth twitched and said helplessly: “This is OK.”
Although the old spy’s face was calm, his heart was horrified. There are only a handful of geniuses in every generation, and among these few, Buddhism and Taoism are the most mysterious. It is rumored that Qi Xuanjian had the Xuantong of “Yuanchen”. He fought against the six heavenly demons of Zhulu Mountain with his own strength on the Demon-Slaying Platform, and three of them died under the words of Qi Dazhenren. The monks in white in the Two Zen Temples are said to have secret “catchmonics” that can determine life and death. As for the people in the swordsmanship, it can make many famous spiritual swords feel close, which is called the natural sword fetus. While the old spy was relieved, he could not help but feel a little self-deprecating. When he was young, he was regarded as outstanding ingenuity by many predecessors, but he had not been taught by real masters in full, so he was instructed by his interest and learned in a complicated way but not meticulous way, and ultimately he could not go further in martial arts. Regardless of the qualifications, whether there are leaders or not, it often determines the level of achievement.
The old spy hesitated for a moment and said, “Wang Sheng, follow me ten steps forward.”
Wang Sheng nodded, and Lu Yunchang said impatiently, “Old Master Liu, what about me?”
The old spy said angrily, “Stay where is the carriage.”
Lu Yun sighed heavily, turned his head to glance at the five-foot long frost knife carried on his shoulder, “It’s just for us to depend on each other.”
In front of the post road, after the head of the Wu family took a step, there was no movement, but it was even more unexpected that the old man did not seem to be hostile to life and death, and he actually started to talk, and there were many feelings and sighs in his words. “My ancestors once said that when I was born, there was a strange phenomenon in the sky. Nine dragons were flying in the sky, and nine famous swords were taken away by eight dragons on the sword mountain. A dragon entrenched on the sword mountain and lay on the ancient sword prison cow. On the first day of my sword practice, my ancestor who personally taught sword skills told me that after pulling out the prison cow sword, he would come out of the tomb every ten years and find a sword.”
“When I was ten years old, I climbed Jianshan to find a sword and was able to pull out the prison bull. At the age of twenty, I went to the deep mountains of Liaodong and found Chiwen from a pond. At the age of thirty, I found the mocking wind in the stele forest of the northern Han Dynasty. At the age of forty, I traveled to the Manjushri Bodhisattva’s teachings in the Western Chu territory and met the skull on the Buddha’s seat. At the age of fifty, I went to Sichuan to find the pepper map. At the age of sixty, I went to the southern border to seek revenge. I accidentally saw Yazi nailed into a towering ancient tree. At the age of seventy, I found the ede under the stone slab at the ancient bridge of Tai’an City. At the age of eighty, I went to the old Dongyue Kingdom to visit friends and met Pulao in the ancient bell. At the age of ninety, I entered Tai’an City and saw Pixiu. At this point, I had gathered nine swords and I should have lived a perfect life.”
The old man smiled, “I have only found a sword in this life.I still look for a sword, but I never ask why I practice it. As long as I get one sword every ten years, I will think about how to give up the sword and get the intention. Ten years and ten years, I really missed many people and many scenery. “
Xu Fengnian raised his head and looked at the sky.
In his vision, there was a golden sea of clouds, and the sunlight fell like feathers, sprinkling down like feathers, making a splendid hole.
Then the sea of clouds was like a satin being penetrated by a cone, piercing a slightly tilted hole.
Xu Fengnian remained motionless, but there were dozens of famous swords in a carriage facing the breaking point of the sea of clouds.
A loud bang in the sky, like a bell hitting a bell, shaking his eardrums.
It was vaguely seen that dozens of famous swords that rose from the ground were all broken and fell down decay.
He was flew out of the bamboo sea in Western Shu again, with Xu Fengnian as the center of the circle, and put a big circle, with the tail of the head, and the drawing of the ground as a prison, trapping Xu Fengnian.
In addition, the sword energy came from the Northern Han territory. One qi turned into ten pieces, and the cut was a sword, and ten swords returned to the same qi. There was an immortal who took the lead in guiding the way.
A powerful spirit came from the northeast, and the long rainbow penetrated the sky, with Liaodong as the starting point of the sword force, and Hezhou as the end point of the sword force, drawing a shocking and stunning huge half arc, wrapped in a mist of water to disgust the fire.
Another qi appeared from the far southeast, and the sword energy was extremely ancient.
One after another, there were nine sword energy, each with its own strength.
The old master of the Wu family spent a whole ninety years to find the nine swords. He did not use the ancient sword itself to fight the enemy, but only took its divine intention and turned it into his own use.
The old man did choose a good time to show up. When he rushed to Hezhou, the sword energy had already risen one after another.
If there was a real immortal who could sit on the nine heavens and overlook the world, he could see that the nine sword energy returned from all directions on the earth, returning to the position where Xu Fengnian stood.
Xu Fengnian always stood there, but except for the red sandalwood sword box hidden in the sword and the bound seven swords that Wang Sheng was carrying, all the famous swords on the three carriages had flew out of the carriage to fight against the enemy.
A hundred feet behind Xu Fengnian, a large section of the post road was torn apart in the sound of thunder.
Two different heights beside Xu Fengnian, one was seven feet apart and the other six feet apart. More than twenty famous swords were broken and destroyed if they failed to enter the territory of Beiliang.
There was even a drop in the air, and a ball of powder fell, only four feet above Xu Fengnian’s head.
A sword energy was closer to Xu Fengnian than a sword energy.
Aggressive.