All Heavens Immortal Weapon Editor

Ji Wushang looked at the martial arts editor interface again, which displayed: "Mahe Yijian, master-level martial arts, training conditions, comprehend the unity of all swords."

Ji Wushang's face suddenly stiffened.

It must be known that his swordsmanship at this time is still far from the realm of the peak of good fortune. Whether he can comprehend Wanjian Guiyi is not something that can be comprehended by reading the sword manual.

It is impossible for him to fly when he has just learned to walk.

Maha Yijian may be powerful, but it is obviously not something he can practice now.

After eating one bite at a time, he can only continue to practice the Xin Sen Luo swordsmanship, which combines the nine swords of Dugu, the two swordsmanship, the thirteen swords of Shenmen, and the Bodhidharma swordsmanship.

When he learns this all-encompassing sword scripture, perhaps he will be able to comprehend the unity of all swords and practice the Mahabharata.

From this day on, Ji Wushang did not ask about the world, and closed his mind wholeheartedly.

He put down and comprehends the fourth level of the Sunflower Collection, devoted himself to comprehending and practising the Senluo Sword Collection, and at the same time tempered his true energy and consolidated his cultivation.

This time, Shaolin Wudang team, how terrifying the devouring skills, if not for the third level of the Sunflower Collection, the speed of refining alien true qi is terrifying, otherwise he would have been attacked by thousands and hundreds of true qi, and he would have exploded and died.

Even so, Ji Wushang is not only in his dantian at this time, but also has a large amount of true energy stored in his meridians. If he exploded at this time, it would be enough to raze the Jade Girl Peak to the ground.

Ji Wushang roughly estimated that if he could refine all the zhenqi in his body at this moment into the purest sunflower zhenqi, it would at least increase his skill by 500 years.

A month later, Ji Wushang, who was in retreat, was interrupted by Yue Buqun.

Ji Wushang looked at Yue Buqun with a gloomy face and asked, "The head is in such a hurry, what happened?"

Ji Wushang knew that Yue Buqun was complacent with the swordsmanship for warding off evil spirits, and just like him, he fully devoted himself to the practice of swordsmanship.If it wasn't for a life-and-death matter, it would have been impossible to interrupt it, or even disturb his cultivation.

At this time, the scorching sun was hanging high, but Yue Buqun's body was chilled. Because of the practice of the swordsmanship for warding off evil spirits, he said in a sharp voice: "The Hengshan faction has been destroyed."

"Ok?"

Ji Wushang was startled.

Chapter 35, the storm is raging

The night is dark and the moon is dark.

In the dilapidated ancient temple, a string of string sounds is intermittent, and the music is sad.

Under the stone Buddha's seat, a slender, slender old man in a tattered green shirt with a haggard complexion squinted his eyes and played the huqin alone.

The tune is bleak, inexplicably sad, and makes people cry.

Suddenly, the old man moved, and the music stopped abruptly.

"You have followed me all day, and are you finally willing to show up?"

The old man opened his half-closed eyes and looked out of the temple, his voice was hoarse and vicissitudes of life, but there was no decay in his eyes.

The old man's voice fell, and ten black shadows suddenly appeared in the temple. The speed was like a ghost. The old man couldn't help but startled, and his eyes gradually became serious.

The ten black shadows are all covered in black, with long swords and cold eyes.

One person tore off his face towel and said to the old man, "Zuo Ting and all the juniors have met Master Mo of Hengshan Pai."

Hearing this, Mo Da narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "Tianwai Hansong Zuo Ting? Disciple of the Zuo Alliance Leader of the Songshan faction?"

"Exactly." Zuo Ting said, "Master wants to invite Master Mo to go up to Songshan for a talk."

Mo Da's face was a little dark. From the moment these disciples of Songshan Sect appeared, he could see that they were all strong in martial arts.He followed him all day in the daytime, and didn't show up until this desolate place, obviously with no good intentions.

I'm afraid this Songshan faction is not good.

He suddenly thought: Could it be that the killing of Da Songyang's hand Fei Bin was exposed, and the Songshan faction is now coming to ask the guilt.

In addition to Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang who had already died, the only people who witnessed this were Linghu Chong of Huashan School and a little nun of Hengshan School.

Did they leak it?

Mo Da sighed, and said leisurely: "Mo Da is an idle person, and he is used to wandering around. If he doesn't know about human affairs, he will not bother the leader of the left alliance."

Zuo Ting was not surprised at all, and said with a smile: "In this case, the uncle will never appear in the rivers and lakes again in the future, and someone from the Hengshan faction will take over your position."

When the words fell, Zuo Ting waved his hand.

The other nine disciples of the Songshan faction who were already ready to go out drew their swords.

However, Mo Da had already secretly prepared, and even took the lead.

A thin and narrow long sword was suddenly pulled out from the Huqin, and the cold light flashed suddenly, as fast as lightning, and stabbed the left side of the face.

It was so sudden and unexpected that people were caught off guard.

However, Zuo Ting's expression only moved, and he was not panicked. He smiled coldly, instead of retreating, he advanced at an amazing speed. The long sword in his hand turned into silver electricity, and the last came first.

Mo Da's face was startled, but he was surprised that this man's martial arts were not inferior, and he might even be higher than Fei Bin who was killed that day.

He didn't dare to be careless, the rapier in his hand suddenly hurried, and instantly turned into a silver light. The fierceness was illusory, swift and dreamy, and the murderous intention was cold.

This move is the unique move in Hengshan Yunwu's Thirteen Forms.

Fei Bin, one of the [-] Taibaos at the time, was killed by his trick.

Clang clang! !

The harsh metal crash sounded incessantly, and sparks shot in all directions.