Wuxia Super God Chat Group

"It's actually the sword intent, Qingshu has even comprehended the sword intent!"

"Qingshu has never been to Wudang Mountain, nor has he fought against a strong man, but he actually comprehended the sword intent!"

"Since ancient times, no one who has comprehended the meaning of the sword is a peerless swordsman. Wudang sword has a successor!"

……

Sword intent is too ethereal for ordinary people.

Those elite disciples of Wudang didn't understand what sword intent meant.

But the Seven Heroes of Wudang knew very well that even if all the martial arts in the Central Plains are turned upside down, they may not find ten swordsmen with sword intent.

Among these ten, there must be Zhang Sanfeng, who lives in seclusion, and He Zudao, who knows nothing about life and death.

The condensed sword intent, even if it is not perfect, is enough to show that Song Qingshu's potential is astonishing.

Given time, he must be a peerless sword god!

……

"True Martial Sword, are you unwilling to be lonely?"

The cotton palm was broken, Zhang Sanfeng didn't make another move, his current state is a bit delicate.

Gently stroking the Zhenwu sword, Zhang Sanfeng looked far away, as if he was recalling something, Song Yuanqiao was also silent, as the first disciple, he was the first to follow Zhang Sanfeng and witnessed many things.

Although he didn't witness Zhang Sanfeng's rise, he witnessed Zhang Sanfeng's most invincible years.

That year, Song Yuanqiao was still a child under ten years old.

In that year when Wu Chu was established, Zhang Sanfeng was over fifty years old, and the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen were famous all over the world.

That year, the heroine Guo Xiang of Emei passed away, and the Yitian Sword attracted countless forces to covet it.

Tangmen, Mingjiao, Xuanming Palace, Thunderbolt Hall, Vajra Gate outside the Territory...

A total of 39 powerful Houtian masters gathered in the Emei faction to seize the Emei Yitian Sword and crack the secret that commands the world.

Zhang Sanfeng went, went up to the Golden Summit of Emei by himself, killed 37 top fighters with his horizontal sword, only two escaped.

Of these two people, one is Yang Dingtian, the leader of the Ming Cult. Since then, he has been wounded by the sword intent and has not recovered for decades.

The other is Taoist Baishang, the master of the second elder Xuanming, who died of a sword wound not long after leaving Emei, and his unique knowledge was almost lost.

Since then, no force has dared to covet the Yitian Sword of the Emei Sect.

Zhang Sanfeng's title of number one in the world is also as stable as Mount Tai, and no one has shaken it for 50 years.

Of course, Zhang Sanfeng was not completely harmless in that battle.

Facing the siege of almost the top masters in the entire martial arts world, he broke out with secret methods and almost exhausted his vitality.

Before this battle, even though he was over half a hundred years old, he was still dressed in blue silk and white, his face was like a crown of jade, his true martial arts and swordsmanship soared into the sky, and no one in the world could show his edge.

After this battle, he spent a night in front of Guo Xiang's tomb, worrying about the rain and turning his head white, withered and haggard.

After many years, Song Yuanqiao grew up.

He gradually understood that in that year and that battle, the person who hurt his master the most might not be the vitality, but the Tao.

Chapter 7 Wudang Young Master, Walking the World

Before the woman passed away, no matter how old Zhang Sanfeng was, he was still a boy.

The sword intent of the real martial arts sword went straight to Xiaohan, silently guarding the woman's side, without any complaints or regrets, God blocked and killed God.

After the woman passed away, Zhang Sanfeng died overnight, and he was no longer a man of the world.

In the future, the road for the rest of life will be long, only the Songyun Baihe on Wudang Mountain, and there will be no more young people, slashing swords in the rivers and lakes.

In this lonely world of mortals, there is no one worthy of Zhang Sanfeng's sword, so the True Martial Sword has been shelved, named Jian Mengchen.

Song Yuanqiao understood that the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen can be regarded as Zhang Sanfeng's way before he was 60 years old, while Mianzhang is Zhang Sanfeng's way after 60 years old.

Song Qingshu used the sword intent of the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen to break the momentum of the cotton palm, which obviously aroused Zhang Sanfeng's memory.

At this moment, even Song Yuanqiao didn't know how Zhang Sanfeng would make a decision.

"Never mind!"

Zhang Sanfeng sighed: "The veteran has lost his edge, but you can't be reduced to scrap iron because of this, it's not fair."

"Wudang's sword intent should not rot. In the soil where dead branches and fallen leaves are buried, new building trees should grow!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Sanfeng pointed his right hand to the top of the hall.

With a clang, the Zhenwu sword scabbard that was originally hanging on the sorghum shot down and was held in his hand.

Zhang Sanfeng pulled out his real martial sword and put it back into its sheath.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Sanfeng's expression became extremely solemn in an instant: "Qing Shu!"

Song Qingshu bowed and took the ancient sword with both hands: "The disciple is here."

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes flickered with sharpness: "This sword is called Zhenwu. According to legend, it was forged by the Taoist ancestor of Chunyang with six alloys of gold. It was found in the cave at the bottom of Wudang Shenmen Peak 80 years ago."

"I hold this sword to understand the gate of gods. I have traversed the rivers and lakes for more than eighty years, and I have killed all the traitors and crooks in the world without a single defeat."

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng had three thousand white hair flying, and his sword intent soared into the sky.

It was as if he had transformed from an old man back into the myth of the invincible swordsmanship, invincible in the world.

"Now, I will pass it on to you," Zhang Sanfeng slowly let go of his sword grip, "I hope you will not fall into its prestige."

Feeling the heavy weight of the real martial arts sword in his hand, Song Qingshu was thoughtful.

He knew that this was not just a sword, but Zhang Sanfeng's lifelong invincible kendo obsession, the inheritance of Wudang sword!

There was a trace of determination in Song Qingshu's eyes: "Master, don't worry, as long as Zhenwu is still in Qingshu's hands."

"The sharpness of the Wudang sword will not be dimmed in the Jianghu!"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled: "It's nice to be young."

After speaking, he turned around and left, the sword intent that had been soaring into the sky slowly subsided, looking more ethereal and detached.

Looking at Zhang Sanfeng's leaving back, Song Qingshu suddenly thought of something: "Master, Qingshu has something to ask for."

Zhang Sanfeng stopped walking: "Speak!"

Song Qingshu clenched the Zhenwu sword tightly, and paused every word: "Master, do you still remember that five years ago, Master's birthday, the five major sects went up to the mountain to celebrate his birthday?"

click!

The floor under Zhang Sanfeng's feet was cracked inch by inch, and the entire Zhenwu Hall was shrouded in an oppressive atmosphere.

Zhang Sanfeng has always been ethereal and detached, only the disciples and grandchildren around him care most.

Five years ago, Zhang Cuishan was forced to death by the five major sects, even today he has not let go of it.

Song Qingshu continued: "Qingshu has been preached by Emperor Zhenwu, and his cultivation base has greatly improved, and he feels that his foundation is not stable."

"It's impolite to come and not to go. Qingshu hopes to go down the mountain to experience some experience, go to the five major sects, and discuss with the disciples of the other five sects."

"One is to consolidate the cultivation base, and the other is to repay the favor of the five sects celebrating their birthday."

As soon as Song Qingshu's words came out, the expression of Wudang Seven Heroes suddenly changed.

Are you still competing for favors?

I also believed you, you evil!

With Song Qingshu's current strength, he is almost comparable to the heads of the other five major sects, so how about going to compete with other disciples?

Isn't that slapping people in the face and kicking the gymnasium?

The Wudang faction has been fighting for righteousness these years, is it easy to make friends with other sects?

If Song Qingshu were to be dismantled one by one, wouldn't the world be enemies?

If one is not done well, the older generation will be smashed, and they may even be ambushed and assassinated if they don't want to lose face!

"Nizi, how can you move such thoughts?"

"Qingshu, don't be impulsive. We are living in troubled times, and we must put the overall situation first in everything!"

"I think what Qing Shu said is right. I've been holding back this breath for five years. I'll go with Qing Shu!"

"Seventh brother, don't make any trouble. Wait another ten years, and Qingshu will be invincible in the world. The future will last forever. You shouldn't rush it."

……

When the Wudang Seven Heroes were arguing, Zhang Sanfeng finally said: "Bring on the real martial arts sword, and your peers are not allowed to make a second move."

Peers are not allowed to make a second move?

In other words, kill them all in one move?

My God, I want to rub the face of the five major factions under my feet!

The Wudang Seven Heroes were stunned for a moment, with excitement on their faces.

Even Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou and others who had always opposed Song Qingshu's descent from the mountain had changed their position at this time.

"Master, Lianzhou is willing to escort Qingshu down the mountain to ensure everything is safe."

"Master, Songxi is also willing to pass to protect Qingshu."

"And me, Master, I will go too."

……

If he hadn't considered the overall situation, the Seven Heroes would have wished to wipe out the five sects and avenge Zhang Cuishan.

Now that Master has made a decision, they will unconditionally support it and ensure Song Qingshu's absolute safety.

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head: "A swordsman's path doesn't need protection, a true martial arts is the enemy of the whole world."

He walked away slowly, and his voice spread throughout the Zhenwu Hall: "Qingshu, prepare yourself, and go down the mountain tomorrow!"

Song Qingshu bowed slightly: "The disciple takes orders!"

Zhang Sanfeng and the Seven Heroes left, Song Qingshu walked out of the Zhenwu Hall with a Zhenwu sword in hand.