Three Masters' Sword

Shen Rulong clearly remembered the appearance of Shen Wangquan's portrait at home.Because it is a big family, those who have made great achievements in the ancestors have portraits hanging on the wall in the ancestral hall. The younger generation needs to regularly remove dust and make sacrifices.Of course, Shen Wangquan's portrait is not qualified to be hung on the wall, but stored in the bottom layer of the cabinet; but when she saw it when she took it out to clean up and change the mounting paper, she couldn't forget it. Such a beautiful man, It is really rare in the world, and it makes people fall in love at first sight.

The face that had been attributed to the ink marks on the old paper seemed to come out of the painting, and now it was alive in front of my eyes, surrounded by the moonlight into a white cloud of smoke, which was both real and illusory, not like a living person, but like A vengeful soul who returned from the underworld; among all the people present, she was the only one from the same lineage as Shen Wangquan, who knew how many indefensible grievances were contained in this generation of masters who died before the age of 30, but it was a hundred years ago Shen Wangquan's grievances have already flowed away, and Shen Rulong is more concerned about the grievances he suffered for no reason; secondly, after all, in the final analysis, all the origins are still from him: if he hadn't violated human relations, abandoned his wife and children, How did he end up like this, and how did the Shen family end up like this when he eloped with a man and did such a mediocre thing?Based on this alone, I feel that it is in the dark, with its own will, karma and reincarnation, and retribution is not good.Therefore, sometimes when I feel a little sympathetic and pity, I think of the truth that "you can't live without doing evil", and you can't help but feel contemptuous towards this ancestor, but you can't let go of his famous secret book - that should have been It belongs to their Shen family.He caused his family to be stigmatized and humiliated for the rest of their lives, and future generations will always have a handle in the hands of others. Shouldn't they leave a legacy to future generations?

But seeing that man walking slowly at this time, she only had a deep chill rising from the bottom of her heart. She grabbed her daughter's arm and staggered back: "Don't come here,...it wasn't your family who hurt you!" , you go to someone else, you go to someone else..."

Her abnormal behavior stunned Bei Ming, Xuan Bailing and Tang Guangxian, and wondered: "How could he have the supernatural power of marrying Gu? Shen Wangquan has been dead for a hundred years..." But the well-known people in the martial arts, several people present Everyone has seen Wang Qianshan.Although it is rumored that Wang Qianshan has the merit of "thousand people and thousands of faces" and never shows his face, but in ordinary interactions, he uses this skin to communicate with people the most.Although he is actually an octogenarian, he has always maintained this beautiful appearance, but everyone knows that he pretends to be a woman, a child, a young man, and he can do whatever he wants, so the change in age is naturally not a problem.

Xuan Bailing was even more suspicious, because the death of Wang Qianshan had a lot to do with the Northern faction. This person could change his appearance, age, and gender at any time, so it was extremely difficult to hunt down, otherwise he would not have been so rampant and set up countless life and death situations , but no one can take him as a question.Liao Yanke, the leader of the Northern faction, decided to "invite" Wang Qianshan as a guest, and Xuan Bailing, as a military adviser, naturally made suggestions, and only after he was sure, he "invited" him; He secretly released it to Yinmo Eight Sects to use this matter to stir up chaos in Jiangdong.At this moment, seeing the dead man come back to life suddenly, he couldn't help but be extremely shocked, and thought to himself: "Could it be that we killed the wrong person? No, we definitely can't."

But looking at this guy who looks like a man and a ghost walking to the front of the hall step by step, it seems that the mountains and the moon, the night dew and the pine wind are all entangled around him, flowing with his steps, with sharp thorns; Forced, unexpectedly retreated step by step involuntarily.But Tang Guangxian didn't believe in this evil, and shouted: "Who is pretending to be a ghost?" But when he turned his head, he saw all the members of Chanshan Sect kneeling down and saluting. Appoint a new Pope. Lord Tang, since you have taken over the affairs of the Nanpai Beggars, I know what your plan is. He is the Pope."

Tang Guangxian had an unafraid temperament, and said with a smile: "I don't know where the doll came from, and you dare to ask me to kowtow to him? I said, you should be more serious when you do things, don't be fooled by others and take care of others." Counting money, the Dragon Breaking Stone might not be able to be opened even with a hundred current masters, but this guy who suddenly appeared from a corner, do you know who he is?"

Unexpectedly, the four ghosts nodded together. "Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes,...but he looks exactly like the portrait drawn by Master with the supernatural power of marrying Gu."

Tang Guangxian naturally didn't believe it, and shouted: "Looks alike, hehe, disguise techniques are not new today. We warriors are rough, we don't look at people's appearance, only look at their real skills." He glanced to the side, "Xuan Abacus, Don’t you think so?” Although the two have their own plans, they have the same intentions, that is, they don’t believe that this person is Shen Wangquan, let alone Wang Qianshan; who is this person, what kind of martial arts are they, if there is really a crack in the stone The merit of opening a stele can only be known after a trial.Before the words were finished, the two of them rushed to the left and right at the same time, one was holding a broken bowl, and the copper coins in the bowl were jingling; the other was holding abacus, and the dial was crackling.Both of them raised their wrists, and the beads and copper coins were shot out in unison.But seeing that the young man in red was just a wind in his sleeves, everyone felt as if a stern north wind had blown their faces, and all the hidden weapons turned back halfway.But this hidden weapon was just a false move, the two jumped up, Tang Guangxian shouted: "Old beggar, come and try your sword skills that can open this boulder!" But it happened to block his attacking ways, and when he was about to close his palms and change his moves, the heavy sword, which was so heavy that it was difficult to swing it, suddenly spun around his wrist, as if turning into soft fingers. , lightly bumped on the back of his hand.

With just the force of this impact, Tang Guangxian felt as if he had been hit hard by a big hammer, the gold stars danced in front of his eyes, he flipped over three folds of waves hastily, and retreated in embarrassment.As a master of his generation, he has never failed the first move in the hands of others. When he looked down, the back of his hand was swollen high, and the bones of his hand had been broken by the heavy sword. , slowly oozing out from the corners of the mouth.

However, Xuan Bailing was very scheming, taking advantage of the time when the man in red was attacking Tang Guangxian, he pounced on him, thinking that your heavy sword cannot be used as a fast sword, you can't attack him and defend me at the same time. Taking the opportunity to make a move, the sharp edges and corners chiseled towards his chest.Unexpectedly, the opponent came back with a palm at the same time, the wind of the palm was as cold as the wind of a sword, forcing his abacus to sway, and it hit the pitch-black sword body, gold and iron intersected, and there was a long ringing sound. Ling was so shaken that his whole body seemed to be full of blood and water, he only felt that his true energy was reversed, his five internal organs were turned upside down, a mouthful of blood poured into his abdomen, all his bones were numb and dislocated, and his abacus flew out of his hands.

All the people in the hall, but those who saw it, were all shocked. They defeated the two masters of the world in one move, and they seemed to be walking in the courtyard. It may not be possible.Is this person a human or a ghost?A group of people looked at each other, dumbfounded; seeing his gaze slowly sweeping towards him, they didn't dare to look directly at his beautiful face, their eyes were like lightning, and they all lowered their heads.

Above the main hall, under the ten thousand mountains, there was only one person looking straight back into his eyes. His heart was both shocked and joyful, but he was anxious and bewildered at the same time. The taste became bitter and astringent: "Ah Qing, what's wrong with you? Don't you recognize me?"

The other party seemed to have never heard of it, and stared at him for a long time, suddenly turned his wrist, and the black sword came out of the sea like a dragon, stabbing straight at him!

In Wang Qiao's life, he never thought that one day Yu Yuqing would swing his sword at him, and he stayed where he was, only feeling blank in his mind.Daoist Beiming let out a yell, and with a wave of the palm connected to Wang Qiao, he brushed him to one side, and with the other palm, he stretched out two fingers, and pinched the sword edge.He has been a monk since he was a baby, he has been a Taoist all his life, he has been cultivating the orthodox Taoism, his internal strength is as strong as the sun, and his integrity is unmatched. There is no slightest negligence of underestimating the enemy, these two fingers have condensed a lifetime of skill, called "Qiaozhuo Finger", one skillful and one clumsy, complementing each other, forcibly blocking the epee from the sword, turning the wrist slightly inward, and using the force of the right elbow to hit the sword. The opposite door.Unexpectedly, the man didn't care about it, and withdrew his hand abruptly, and gave the sword to Bei Ming, but turned around and attacked behind him-his target was not Wang Qiao, but those who were planted with venomous mothers in Wang Qiao's body. woman.

As soon as he dropped his hand and withdrew the sword, Bei Ming's two fingers couldn't hold the epee, he just felt that the black iron seemed to be as heavy as a thousand catties, and it fell straight to the ground, not only was his whole body deflected by it, it was falling so fast that it would definitely drag him to pieces fingers; but it was too late to let go.He knew that he couldn't compete with this sword, so he immediately used the "Qiao" formula in "Qiaozhuozhi", turned his body backwards, and turned the sword body, and then retreated from the synchronization.I saw the sword body crashing to the ground, smashing into a huge crater on the stone surface.

Wang Qiao was in turmoil. The Yu Yuqing he knew was someone who would rather get hurt than attack a woman, so he was defenseless. Now that he can transform himself into Qi, the attacks of others would not easily hurt him, but he He still doesn't know the slightest bit of martial arts moves, he doesn't know anything about blocking, splitting, blocking, and soft framing. Although he can protect himself, how can he pick and roll moves for others?When he himself was in a crisis, his energy channels reversed, and he seemed to be firmly sucked by iron and stone, unable to let go of the palm that was pressing on Xiang Wan's heart, only to see that figure in red was as fast as lightning, and in an instant, it had all swept over the bodies of all the women in the palace Gu Gen, I saw that they were all fatigued and decayed visible to the naked eye, as if the flowers faded and fell into mud, just like the thousand-faced old man and the golden body turned into mud and powder in the twelfth floor, and finally dissipated between the fingers.All the people around were terrified, and saw that the person who was still alive before was only pressed by his palm and died, and turned into mud, shouting: "... What kind of demon method is this!?!"

He finally stretched out his hand to hold Xiangwan down, and because Wang Qiao's hand was already on top of it, the two of them seemed to overlap each other, and their eyes met with extreme intimacy, but in Wang Qiao's eyes, she was completely shocked and unbelievable, while the other In his eyes, it was like peach blossoms and spring water, and love was born at a glance.Wang Qiao recognized this face, but also firmly believed that it was definitely not Shen Wangquan, so he said with difficulty: "You... who are you...?"

The man still didn't answer, the other free middle finger flicked lightly, the black sword on the ground seemed to come alive, flew out with the hilt upside down, and fell firmly into his palm; at this moment, Bei Ming stood still again, and was with him Tang and Xuan attacked from both sides again and again, Bei Ming's figure rose high in mid-air, with the momentum of Mount Tai pressing down on the top, from top to bottom; Sinking rapidly, descending sharply, and rolling close to the ground, all three of them used ruthless hands, which is different from the previous attempt, it is a style of attack to subdue demons and eliminate demons.They are usually serious in their identities, and they definitely would not team up to besiege a young man with a weak crown; but seeing this person's powerful skills and ruthless attacks, he has long been regarded as the ghost of Shen Wangquan and Wang Qianshan. There is no chance of winning, one hit is needed.

I saw the shadows of swords and swords shining from all directions; but he only had a heavy black sword, but it seemed that the wind of the sword was woven into a big net, and the three of them attacked everywhere, as if they had crashed into a big net, and the weapons came out of the way. Bounce as many as you can.

Wang Qiao clasped his palms, but felt that the other's palms were as cold as ice, and a huge suction came, and even through his palms, he sucked the hot energy from Xiangwan's body into his body, but under the pressure of the two sides, his palms slammed into his body. Loose, borrowing force to be able to move.But Wang Qiao knew that if he retreated, Xiang Wan, who barely saved his life, would be in jeopardy, so he didn't care about his own safety, and turned his backhand to open the pulse door on his wrist.

He acted purely out of will, or he still believed in his heart that he would never hurt himself. The two palms met in an instant, and Wang Qiao shouted: "Yu Yuqing, stop!" Immediately concentrating, I saw the opponent stretching from his arms to his jaw, the black energy suddenly surged, and he seemed to be extremely afraid of the golden light.Wang Qiao suddenly remembered that it was the same situation when he tried to detoxify and dispel Gu for him beyond his capacity that day, so he heard the other party softly say: "I crushed your 'Quepen' acupoint last time, don't you have a long memory?" With a flick of his wrist, the black sword did not attack the three of them separately, but turned his wrist back and stabbed at Wang Qiao's chest.

The three of them lost the strong net of the sword wind, and seeing that Wang Qiao's life was bound to be killed by this blow, they all said anxiously: "No!" It seemed that there was one more person, the iron bowl, the golden abacus, and the soft palm were all slapped on the soft and tough medicine basket, no matter how strong or soft they were, they were all removed cleanly, and the four ghosts pulled out strips like whips, Standing around the body of the man in red, he lowered his head slightly and said: "The three worshipers are guests, so I didn't dare to offend you. But if you keep embarrassing me, the Pope of Toad Mountain, don't blame the Plague Ghosts for being rude! "When the three of them attack again, the stick whip is like a long whip and sharp blade, which can be soft or hard; it is like a cobweb entangled in a web, sticking together endlessly, and cannot be broken in a hurry. It is a superior weapon that takes advantage of weapons. arms.

It's too late, but it's fast.A master's move, every day and night is the cycle of life and death, just like this, the black sword has reached Wang Qiao's chest silently like a shadow.Hearing a clang, a sword stood in front of the black sword, and it was cut into two pieces without hindrance like a piece of thin paper. Immediately afterwards, the blade pierced into the flesh, and blood gushed out immediately, staining the black sword. The body of the handsome young man in front of Jianhe was full of terrifying blood.There was only a cry of pain, but it was a woman's weak voice. They hurriedly turned their heads and saw Wang Qiao hugging the blood-soaked girl and shouting tremblingly: "Yimei! Yimei! You..."

This turn of events happened suddenly, no one expected it in advance; it turned out that at the critical moment, it was Wang Yi who brandished his sword and blocked Wang Qiao; Invading the brain, he lit the sandalwood, ignoring the burning pain, took a puff of smoke in his mouth, rushed up to be separated between the two, took advantage of the gap between the long swords, and suddenly threw the puff of sandalwood smoke at Yu Yuqing's face squirt.

The long sword in her hand is only mortal, how can it stop the black iron sword that is invincible under the sky?With a touch, the edge of the blade was broken, and the black sword was like a broken bamboo, and it was sent into her soft chest, straight out from the back, until it pierced Wang Qiao's heart half an inch, but he didn't realize it. Ruo Wu's body was tightly hugged to his chest, and he was tongue-tied for a moment, like a choke in his throat, only feeling that the warm blood of the other party was soaking through each other's clothes, slowly blooming in his heart like a flower.

The sandalwood smoke with the scent of a woman's body was sprayed on the face mixed with fresh blood, Yu Yuqing's spiritual consciousness seemed to retrieve a ray of light from the deep sea, a glimpse of clarity in the chaos, his mind seemed to be shaken by a sharp fact It was split into two, trembling all over, the body moved back unconsciously, and the long sword held in the hand was pulled back halfway, and the sound of blood and tendon breaking came out from the woman's soft chest.

how so? ...I killed...I killed Miss Yi...

I...killed...third brother's wife...

Wang Qiao pressed his hand on the bleeding wound on her chest in vain, feeling as if her chest had been hit by a sledgehammer, and couldn't finish a sentence, saying, "Mei Yi...I...I'm sorry... ...Why are you..." He was flustered and looked up to ask for help, but when he looked up, he saw Yu Yuqing standing in front of him, covered in blood, the color of the blood complemented the red robe on his body, and he looked extraordinarily coquettish at this moment , the black long sword in his hand was dripping with thirst for blood at this time, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if drinking blood and hissing for joy; but he himself stood still, the expression on his face was unpredictable, with emotions on his face, but his lips were White as gold paper, without blood.

Wang Yi fell into Wang Qiao's arms, her breath was like gossamer, the corners of her lips were full of blood foam, she wanted to say something but couldn't make a sound, she could only feel her throat hissing, she could only slightly shake her head towards Wang Qiao, struggling to sit down. Get up, but can't exert any strength.Wang Qiao couldn't bear to disobey her, so he put his arms around her shoulders, and lifted her upper body up. She turned her head slightly, her eyes moistened with affection, like day lilies hanging from morning dew, trembling, looking at the person in front of her. Go, thousands of his shadows are reflected in the dewdrops.She tried her best to stretch out a hand towards him, her snow-white skin was dotted with scarlet, there was only a clang, and the black epee fell to the ground, Yu Yuqing's knees could no longer support her and knelt down in front of her, holding her The outstretched hand pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly; thousands of words, when he uttered, he made a whimper.

When Wang Yi was held in his arms, she didn't seem to feel any pain or sadness any more. She seemed to feel a burst of joy suddenly, which encouraged her to reach out to wipe away the tears under his eyelids, and said with a slight smile: "...I am willing ...Do you know?..." Yu Yuqing nodded lightly, stretched out his hand to press the Dazhui point on her back neck, a stream of true energy flowed in, helping her last for a while.She was like a feather made of snow, which was about to melt in his arms, and a ray of blood was added to her pale cheeks, as if she was returning to the light, "...then you... kiss me... okay?... ..." At the end of the speech, the voice is as weak as a gnat, and the breath is like the thread of a silkworm.Yu Yuqing felt ashamed and regretful, his heart was broken, even if he wanted him to raise a knife to kill himself immediately, he would definitely agree, and he would pay no attention to everything around him, and immediately took her pale and gradually cold cheeks, and kissed her deeply At the corner of her scarlet lips covered with blood foam.

There was a faint smile on Wang Yi's face, as if the camellia had just bloomed, and the light pink was like rouge. He opened his lips and teeth in response to his kiss, and mixed the last trace of heat from his body with the remaining sandalwood smoke in his mouth and the incense ash chewed earlier. Mixed with blood into his mouth.

This is like a good medicine that uses the soul as a guide, and the medicine is brought back to the scriptures, like a fire, scalding into his lungs and soul, branding and engraving.Yu Yuqing only felt the strange Gu struggling in the meridians all over his body, and the tendons on his face and body were churning. The severe pain forced him to cover his face, and when his hands were loosened, the girl seemed to be turning red, spiraling into the autumn wind, and falling lightly down .

Shen Rulong's eyes were red, her expression was confused, she swooped over with her sword in her hand, and hissed, "Evil ghost! You killed my daughter...I will fight with you!" They are full of vicious killer moves, trying to fight to the death together.Yu Yuqing remained unmoved, trembling all over his body, his meridians turned inside out, as if there were two selves in his body, fighting in Jianggong Niwan, fighting for the lead, how could he be distracted to resist?But when the four ghosts moved suddenly, they acted as if they were ghosts. They silently stood in front of Yu Yuqing and blocked Shen Rulong's desperate attack. Shi Wenye's expression froze, and he shouted: "Whoever dares to hurt the Pope will do it with all the ghosts of the Southern School." enemy!"

Daoist Beiming and Xuan Bailing glanced at each other, knowing that there must be no more troubles today, and at the same time they shouted: "Get off the mountain!" The successor of the master, this person is afraid that he has something to do with Toad Saint and Marrying Gu magical power, how could they let outsiders deal with them?Wang Qiao is the successor of Feng Wen, so he is naturally the nemesis of this Gu king, but he can't use it as he likes, if that weird person makes another attack, his life may be lost after a while.At the same time as the two spoke, Master Beiming mentioned Wang Qiao. Tang Guangxian's hand was as fast as lightning, and he quickly hit Shen Rulong, who had almost lost her mind in the severe pain of losing her son, and carried her on her back, while Xuan Bailing picked her up Wang Yi's body, he knew that if he didn't take the dead girl with him, Shen Rulong would never give up, and Wang Qiao would be entangled, but he was also afraid that the four ghosts would come forward to snatch it, so he grabbed the girl with one hand and kicked it under his feet. It has flown several feet away.Several people showed off their supernatural powers, and without touching the ground, they plunged down from the heavenly path.

Wang Qiao only heard the whistling wind in his ears, as if he had just died but could not be revived, and the remaining corpse-like body bound his soul.He couldn't speak, he couldn't move his body, and his body was still stained with the body temperature left by Wang Yi's warm blood, but he couldn't keep the remaining red warmth, he could only let them gradually cool off in the night wind.