Han Shan's Sword Unsheathed

Zhou Wu said that he had practiced sword for ten years, but Meng Xueli said that ten years is not too late for a gentleman to borrow a sword, which sounds like a joke.

Beside the cold lake in Yaping, the two were more than ten feet apart, and more than a hundred people around were staring at the room intently.

At this moment, a voice sounded not far away: "Why do you gather here if you don't practice swords in the morning?"

With this sound, a spacious passage was opened among the dense inner disciples, and then there were whispers.

"Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Li, and Senior Brother He are here."

"What a coincidence, I can't fight now!"

About 30 people came, headed by three young people, walked straight into the arena, blocking Meng Xueli's sight.

Zhou Wu sent a voice transmission to his companions: "No wonder people surnamed Meng don't fall for it, they must have tipped off the news."

He didn't put his sword back into its sheath, and sneered at the young man in charge: "Zhang Suyuan, today I will have a fair sword fight with Elder Meng. The sword game has been decided, so don't meddle in your own business."

Zhang Suyuan shook his head: "Elder Meng has perfected Qi refining, and you have advanced to the 'Barrier Breaking Realm', relying on the strong to bully the weak, how can there be a word of fairness?" After finishing speaking, he turned around and saluted Meng Xueli, which was regarded as a greeting.

Wu Jing, who was behind Zhou Wu, said first: "That's only because he is not good at learning. In the secret realm of the vast sea, there are people who give way to him?"

Zhang Suyuan ignored Wu Jing and turned to other disciples, his tone slowed down:

"When Daoist Jixiao was alive, Hanshan became famous because of him, and my generation was protected by him. After he passed away, it was our duty to take care of his young and weak Taoist companions. My Hanshan Sword Sect has been passed down for many years, relying on mutual help, strong Only those who protect the young and unite against the enemy will prosper. Alright, let’s all go back to practice swords.”

He is well-known among the disciples of the inner sect, and someone immediately echoed: "Senior Brother Zhang is right. Everyone think about it carefully."

"It sounds good, you are being generous to others!" Zhou Wuyi's disciple shouted, "If you are asked to avoid the battle in the secret realm and give up your ranking, are you willing?!"

Zhang Suyuan said lightly: "It's not impossible."

Zhou Wu sarcastically said: "The three of you are willing to contribute, why didn't this 'good job' fall to you? I dare not say that the head of the sect is unfair, I only blame myself for my bad luck!

"Who doesn't know that last month, you found a genius with a sword body in a remote area, and you were successful in introducing him to the beginning, so you were rewarded generously by the deacon hall. It turns out that the 'hard work' is all yours, and the 'good job' is only acceptable." Give us."

He deliberately spoke ironically, and the atmosphere of the crowd changed slightly, revealing a situation of imminent confrontation.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. There is even a small faction like the "Yongji Party" in the Dharma Hall. How can there be no factions among inner disciples with more complicated origins?

Now the inner sect disciples of Hanshan are divided into two factions, one is the direct disciples of Master Wufeng, headed by Zhang Suyuan and the other three.

One group is the descendants of the Supreme Elder's family, and only Zhou and Wu follow the lead.

The sect master handed down the great disciple Cui Jing, who was originally supposed to lead and control the disciples of the inner sect, and his status was equal to that of Jing Di in Mingyue Lake.But he imitated Master Jixiao, who practiced in seclusion all year round, ignored sect affairs, had an indifferent personality and said little, and was not close to anyone.

For a sect as huge as Han Shan, the factions have been different for a long time.

Except for the five peaks, there are dotted caves in the valley, and most of them belong to the Cultivation Family of the Supreme Elder, the Huaishui Zhou Family.

Ji Xiao's master, who was regarded as the junior brother of the Supreme Elder, unfortunately passed away in his early years.Ji Xiao has no descendants by blood, nor does he have any apprentices, and lives alone in Jietianya, with a detached position.

However, ever since his senior brother Hu Si broke with the Supreme Elder and left Cold Mountain in anger, Ji Xiao's relationship with the Supreme Elder has become estranged and stiff.

The real person in charge put the overall situation first, and mediated many times, but to no avail.

After Ji Xiao's fall, the Supreme Elder once again became the strongest in Han Shan's cultivation realm.Many elders and disciples of his family feel the same honor and pride, and feel proud.

As for the head of the sect and the masters of the peaks, they are all senior nephews of the elders, if the latter admonishes them, they have no choice but to grit their teeth and listen.

Meng Xueli didn't understand these complicated past events.

The thin snow was flying, and the cold pool was so cold, he just wanted to go back early to keep warm.

So he took two steps forward and said to Zhang Suyuan and others: "I know your kindness, the sword game is irreversible, let's talk after the fight."

The round-faced cultivator of the famous Li Wei said first: "Don't be afraid, when the real person is alive, befriend my master, and there is a sword master's calligraphy in the main hall of Chongbi Peak... It is not fair if there is a difference in realm between the two sides... Sword game, this is not a match, and it is not a bad rule. We will escort you back."

Meng Xueli thought, okay, real Jixiao calligraphy is everywhere, but I don't have it.

He shook his head: "I'm not afraid, it's only half a cup of tea, get out of the way."

The three of Zhang Suyuan were dumbfounded and refused to give way.

Meng Xueli had no choice but to say in a low voice: "My Taoist companion left behind many powerful magic weapons, especially powerful ones."

The three of them suddenly thought that they knew his intentions.Zhang Suyuan warned: "Then we must take the first shot, the sooner the better." After saying that, he led his people back to the side.

Only Yu Xiaodaotong was pale and his eyes were red.Meng Xueli patted the top of his hair, and whispered: "Half a cup of tea is a lie. You close your eyes and count to thirty, and I'll be back."

The two sword contestants finally parted ways and greeted each other.

At this time, the dawn is shining in the east, the sky in the west is still dark blue, and the shadow of the half moon is looming.

The ice surface of the cold pool is cold and hard, with a thin layer of new snow accumulated.

In the morning breeze, the dead trees by the pool look like old people in the evening, their branches trembling unceasingly.

Contrary to such a bleak scene, there is a restless and enthusiastic atmosphere of more than a hundred people among the open cliffs.

Zhou Wudao: "Since there is a gap in realm, if I can't defeat you within three moves, it will be considered a draw. This is not considered bullying."

The blazing sun sword was infused with the true essence in his body, and the sharp air overflowed from the whole body, covering the cold pool in an instant.With the point pointed at by the sword point as the center, the thin snow on the ground melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, exposing the brown soil.

It was the first time for the outer disciples of the Lunfa Hall to see such a scene, and they couldn't help staring at it with bated breath.

Meng Xueli smiled: "I'm an elder, I'll let you make a move. If that's the case, it's not bullying the small."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bright sword light cut through the wind and snow on the opposite side. The distance of more than ten feet seemed to be non-existent, and he was in front of him in the blink of an eye!

The shadow of the sword is like a flying rainbow. Wherever it passes, there are waves of surging heat, the snow in the cold pool evaporates instantly, and the vast white mist rises and fills the air.

Meng Xueli was shrouded in a blazing sword light, and the 'Linchi Willow' was shaking violently in her hand. His thin body was like a weak willow branch in a strong wind, crumbling.

This moment was too short, Zhang Suyuan and the others only had time to flash one thought: It's over, Zhou Wu took the lead, and Elder Meng was frightened stupid.

"It's the Baihong Piercing Sun Sword!"

As the sword light slashed, some disciples closed their eyes and couldn't bear to watch, while others saw... Meng Xueli disappeared out of thin air like a ghost.

Zhou Wu, who was closest to him, didn't know what happened, so he didn't have time to change his moves, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain at the Dazhui acupoint on his back.

In the vast white mist, Meng Xueli's short body brushed past the blade of Chi Yang's sword, and at the same moment, the rapier in his hand was turned upside down, like a long spear stabbing back at a horse.

He didn't even look back completely, half-intuitively, he stabbed the sword right.

Zhou Wu suddenly took two steps forward, terrified, turned around and slashed again.

He exhausted all his true energy, and the sword light soared, like a blazing waterfall of light, gushing out from the sword body.

Just at this time, Meng Xueli held the hilt of the sword in one hand and the scabbard in the other, and drew his bow from left to right, as if he was striking with two sabers.

Zhou Wu dodged the sword subconsciously, but the blade of 'Linchi Liu' didn't carry any real energy, it just swayed.

The Blazing Sun Sword was ready, the two moved at the same time, and Meng Xueli was the faster.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Xueli's blue scabbard slammed into Zhou Wu's chest!

Only a clear sound of cracking was heard, and a white shadow flew straight towards the cold pool. It was the white smoke produced by Zhou Wuhe's blazing sun sword piercing through the cold air.

"Boom, boom—" There were two more loud noises, like thunder.

The dead trees by the pool were broken, and the ice cracked!

Zhou Wu fell to the bottom of the pool!

Meng Xueli put back her sword into its sheath, and walked towards the sidelines, the broken ice and pool water splashed behind him, and a huge wave of ten feet rushed into the sky.

"Whoa!"

Huge waves fell like violent torrential rain.

Meng Xueli took back the stove from Daotong's arms: "You can open your eyes."

Liu Xiaohuai's voice trembled, tears streaming down his face: "26."

The entire Yanjianping was in a mess, and there was no sound.

Everyone was defenseless and unable to avoid it in time, as if being poured over their heads by a basin of ice water.

Finally, a sharp voice broke the silence: "This is impossible! I don't believe it!"

Zhou Wu, who had practiced swordsmanship for ten years, was easily defeated by Meng Xueli, who didn't know how to use swords, with a soft sword that was ridiculous and incomprehensible, like a resentful woman?

No one understood how all this happened.

"I don't see clearly, what's going on?"

Zhang Suyuan murmured: "Predict the enemy first."

Under the gap of real essence, relying on absolutely precise strength, angle, and timing, is it really possible to achieve this level?

Zhou Wu's disciples were in an uproar, and Wu Jing rushed out of the crowd: "What kind of sorcery are you using? It's not swordsmanship at all!"

Meng Xueli had already put on her cloak, she shook her head helplessly and said, "I've never practiced swords before."

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