Comprehensive martial arts: Guarding Wudang, stopping Xu Weixiong at the beginning

"The only way to solve your worries is to practice swords. "

Lin Xuan stretched his waist: "Practice the sword a million times, the sword is a god, if it is not a god enough, come a million times." "

"What should I do if I feel lost, practice the sword ten times first. "

"What should I do if my back hurts, practice the sword ten times first. "

"What should I do if I can't sleep at night, practice the sword ten times first. "

"Senior nephew, where did you learn this mouthful. "

Uncle Xiao laughed heartily.

"You think I'm just like you?".

His eyes were disdainful: "I was pinched to death by that big girl of the Xu family." "

"Your nephew and I can make Xu Weixiong speechless. "

This is called wisdom and eloquence. "

A few words instantly made Uncle Xiao shut up.

Lin Xuan walked out of the pavilion, under the bamboo forest, took out the sword over and over again, collected the sword, and continued to draw the sword.

If you have any feelings, you will stop, meditate for a while, and then continue to practice the sword until you have figured it out.

In his eyes, there was only the long sword in his hand, and there was nothing else, and the innate qi refining technique operated automatically.

True Qi shuttled through the eight veins of the Qi Jing and was injected into the long sword, prompting a sharp edge.

The sword came out faster and faster, and finally disappeared completely, only the piercing sword qi burst out.

The young Taoist priest suddenly stopped and muttered to himself, "It seems to be a bit of a reversal of the cart." "

When the sword is drawn, it is as fast as thunder, unstoppable, and devastating.

However, this is not the essence and essence of sword drawing, it is only the power of sword drawing.

The essence of it is spirit

When the sword is out, the sword can be controlled with spirit and spirit, so that it can be as fast as thunder, unstoppable, and devastating.

When practicing swords, it is not a blind pursuit of speed and strength, but through sword training to cultivate and temper the spirit.

After figuring out the key, Lin Xuan's sword speed began to slow down, but the power of each sword was more condensed than before.

"Good fellow, is this real?"

Seeing this scene, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

"What a monster. "

He sighed, and couldn't sleep, so he took out the ancient book from his arms and opened it, looking at it with relish.

After noon, the sun set in the west, the heat between heaven and earth began to dissipate, and the evening breeze became cooler, mixed with moist water vapor.

The grass and trees, which were basked by the scorching sun during the day, began to stretch their waists in the wind.

The bamboo forest is rattling.

"Moo".

The green oxen ran out of the dense woods, ate and drank to their heart's content, and lay down outside the gazebo to rest.

"Gone. "

Uncle Xiao glanced at the sky, the sky was full of fire and clouds, and the golden sunlight was slowly fading from the earth.

In the distance, the stream shimmers, as if it were made of pure gold.

Turned over and climbed on the back of the green ox, sang nursery rhymes in his mouth, and walked up the mountain with the green ox.

Under the bamboo forest, the figure bathed in the remnant sun is still drawing out and closing the sword over and over again, as if it is tireless.

On the mountain road in the distance, a figure was walking, wearing a hat and carrying a narrow steel knife.

A few steps in one step, the breath is condensed, hidden but not released, he is a master.

People come to step on the stone bridge, in front of which is the mountain gate of Wudang, the ancient archway, at the end of the stone bridge, away from a huge stone stele.

Written on it are two large characters with iron and silver hooks

Wudang

The person who came raised his head and looked at the majestic mountain, it was a middle-aged man, and there was a narrow scar on his face that was pulled from between his eyebrows to his lips, like a centipede, extremely hideous.

The timid are afraid that they will be frightened just by looking at them.

The man did not cross the mountain gate, but withdrew his gaze and searched around, catching a glimpse of a young Taoist priest practicing swords under the bamboo forest out of the corner of his eye.

He shouted, "Is there anyone?"

shouted a few times in a row, but the Taoist priest under the bamboo forest seemed to have no ears, still pretending not to hear, and did not respond at all.

The man was furious in his heart, his face was gloomy, and he urged his true qi to shout: "The Broken Wave Sword came to Wudang to worship the mountain." "

True qi surged, the surrounding grass and trees rattled, birds were frightened, and animals fled.

"It's noisy. "

A slightly dissatisfied voice appeared, which instantly suppressed the man's voice, and the mountains and forests suddenly calmed down.

The corners of the man's eyes are miniaturized.

Under the bamboo forest, the young Taoist priest who was practicing the sword was disturbed, and walked towards the man with a long sword with a black face.

"If you have something to say, you can say it quickly, and if you have a fart, let it go. "

Lin Xuan's tone was unpleasant.

The man forcibly suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "Under the Broken Wave Knife, come to Wudang to worship the mountain." "

"Wave Breaker?".

He pouted: "I haven't heard of it, Wudang is the world's first-class mountain gate, and it is also something that you, a nobody, can worship?"

The so-called mountain worship is actually a door-to-door challenge, but it is a decent statement.

According to the process, you must first hand in the name post.

The man snorted coldly: "I am also a little famous in Muzhou, I heard that Wudang martial arts has a long history, and the strong are like clouds, I admire it in my heart, and I know that I am not the opponent of the Wudang seniors, so I specially came to challenge the second generation of Wudang disciples." "

"I don't know that among the second-generation disciples of Wudang, are there any who dare to fight?"

The man sneered: "If not, I will leave next." "

"Bring the name post. "

Lin Xuan stretched out his hand.

"Take it. "

The man took out a post from his arms, urged his true qi, and shot at Lin Xuan with a secret weapon.

I wanted to humiliate Lin Xuan, but the young Taoist priest in front of him easily picked up the post.

"Shen Jian. "

After opening it and glancing at it, he casually threw the name of the mountain worship to the ground.

"What do you mean?".

The man was furious.

"Guys in their thirties and forties came to Wudang to worship the mountain, not to pick the elders, but to pick the second generation of disciples. "

Lin Xuan glanced at him and said disdainfully: "Poor Dao, you have lived to be a dog for decades." "

As soon as he spoke, the man who said it was red-faced, gritted his teeth and pulled out the long knife on his back, and shouted: "The second generation disciple of Wudang, can anyone dare to fight? If you don't dare, you will beg for mercy and surrender, and the uncle will leave immediately." "

These jumping clowns only dare to pick the second generation of Wudang to fight by themselves, and as for those juniors, they don't dare to do it if they have 10,000 guts.

Every year, there are not a few such people, and some of them want to become famous and go crazy, trying in vain to step on the Wudang disciples to become famous.

Others were instructed to humiliate Wudang.

As for the mastermind behind it, there are too many, Longhu Mountain, Shaolin and even the Demon Gate.

"Where did the wild dogs come from, and they dared to bark in front of the poor road. "

Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, Poor Dao will reduce you immediately." "

Men's cultivation is not weak, at least there is an innate triple cultivation.

"Remember, the poor Dao is Lin Xuan, a disciple of Wang Chonglou, the real person in charge of Wudang. "

Before the words fell, Lin Xuan's figure disappeared, and under the vast sky, only a trace of sword light bloomed.

Slashed towards the man, the sword thundered, and the sword fell silently.

The strong wind was coming, the man was startled but not chaotic, and the long knife in his hand was injected with true qi and slashed out

The innate fourfold cultivation exploded, the true qi surged, and the sword light flowed.

"Bang".

However, in the next moment, the rippling sword light directly shattered, and a cold light swept over the man's body.

Lin Xuan landed, put his sword into the sheath, and walked towards the mountain without looking back.

"Poof".

The Broken Wave Knife, which was cultivated by the Innate Quadruple Formation, knelt on his knees, his head against the ground, and blood dripped.

A sword kills the innate

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