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

The two Celestial Phenomena Realm Grand Masters wrapped in black robes walked towards the True Martial Hall, bursting out their breath unscrupulously.

Looking at the rivers and lakes, there are only a handful of great masters in the Heavenly Phenomena Realm, and they are the strongest of the strong, starting a sect and establishing a faction, and dominating one side.

And now, for the sake of Xu Rentu, the king of Beiliang, he came to the three celestial realms at one time.

"Xu people were slaughtered and died."

The deep voice was accompanied by the rolling true qi rushing into the Zhenwu Hall, the wind was fierce, and the snow roared.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable."

Wudang Sect King Chonglou Jishou, waving the dust in his hand, the Taoist robe shook, and in the dark, an invisible force erupted, enveloping the entire Zhenwu Palace.

Block out all the wind and snow.

"Wang Zhenren, why bother."

Outside the True Martial Palace, two black-robed figures stood, and one of the Great Masters of the Heavenly Phenomena Realm spoke, speaking in a low tone: "Just get out of the way, Wudang will not be destroyed." "

Wang Chonglou didn't pay attention to it, pinching the magic trick in his hand, and the mysterious power around him still climbed.

"Three Heavenly Phenomena Realm Grand Masters."

Xu Rentu got up slowly, and his face was full of vicissitudes, showing a smile: "Thank you for thinking so highly of me." "

"It's a pity."

King Beiliang shook his head: "This king's head can't be handed over to you for the time being." "

"That's not up to you."

Outside the main hall, another black-robed man raised his palm, and in an instant, the majestic true qi condensed in his palm.

The void trembled, and the ripples spread out round after round, and the aura of the black-robed man skyrocketed, like an invisible mountain, suppressing it.

Above the Zhenwu Hall, transparent ripples flooded, which was the collision of Wang Chonglou's qi and the coercion of the black-robed man.

Zhu Yuyan, the first master of the Demon Gate, got up suddenly, with a pair of beautiful eyes and fluttering skirt corners.

The ethereal true qi surged, and began to suppress Wang Chonglou's Huang Tingjing.

"Although Wang Zhenren's Huang Tingjing is exquisite, it is really unwise to do it knowing that it cannot be done, and it will drag down the mountain gate."

The black-robed man spoke.

Under the Lotus Peak, there are two bamboo huts, and the sons of the Xu family settled here.

Uncle Wudang was guarding outside the bamboo building, the snow was splashing, the night was dark, and when he sensed the two coercions rising from the Zhenwu Palace.

Uncle Xiao's face changed slightly.

At this time, the woman in red also came out of the small building, carrying a sheathed long sword in her hand.

"How?"

She asked.

"Something is not good."

Uncle Xiao shook his head.

At this moment, on the Lotus Peak, a terrifying aura suddenly rose, and a Taoist stood in it, put his hands behind his back, looked at the direction of the Zhenwu Hall from afar, and said: "An dare to bully me like this." "

The sleeve robe waved, the long sword on his back vibrate, and the high-pitched sound of the sword resounded throughout Wudang, in front of the Zhenwu Palace, a black-robed man turned his head and looked at the dark night sky.

"Snort".

The long sword on his back came out of its sheath, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the dark night, and then the lotus peak under his feet shook.

"What's going on?"

At the foot of the mountain, the Xu family was a little panicked, and the two young men grabbed the hand of the woman in red.

"Senior brother has made a move."

Uncle Xiao spoke.

Up and down the Lotus Peak, countless snow slowly rose into the air, this was an extremely strange scene, the wind and snow that originally fell from the sky, at this time, actually flew from the ground to the sky, and flew towards the long sword.

In a few breaths, the wind and snow of the entire Lotus Peak rose into the air, wrapped around the long sword, tearing the night sky, out of the Lotus Peak, and flying towards the Zhenwu Palace.

The wind and snow turn into a dragon, the heavens and the earth shake, the long sword carries the cultivation of the Taoist, and the momentum of the lotus peak.

Across most of Wudang, it was like a heavenly river, connecting the sky and the earth, and the wind and snow roared, falling from the sky and rushing towards the black-robed man.

The coercion of the Celestial Realm shattered instantly, and the long sword wrapped in the wind and snow of the Lotus Peak came, heading straight for the black-robed man.

"This sword."

The black-robed man spoke: "It can be called Tongxuan." "

Then he shook his head: "It's a pity that you can only stop me alone." "

The true qi condensed in his hand rushed towards the wind and snow in the sky, and the wind and snow of Lotus Peak fell, and the three-foot long sword flew slowly, and finally stopped three feet in front of the black-robed man, standing in the air.

An ordinary sword weapon, without the slightest gorgeousness, and without surging true qi.

Suspended in the night, not falling or rising, standing still, but it is such a simple long sword.

But let the black-robed man be like a man's back, up and down his body, his hair trembled, and the majestic true qi protected his body.

The black-robed man's gaze looked at the Lotus Peak, as if through layers of wind and snow, across the void, and met the gaze of the Daoist.

On the Lotus Peak, the Taoist man with his hands on his back also looked at the black-robed man, and his two eyes met in the void.

The two qi machines collided, the void exploded, the long sword shook, and an invisible killing machine emerged.

The black-robed man wanted to break free from the long sword, but he didn't dare to gamble, if he made any changes, it would be a battle to the death.

This is Wudang, the other party occupies the right time and place, if you fight to the death, you may not be able to retreat with your whole body.

There is no such thing as a lose-lose situation.

Forcibly suppressing this impulse, the black-robed man closed his eyes and stood quietly in the wind and snow.

Of the two Great Masters of the Heavenly Phenomena Realm, one of them had been stopped by the Taoist priest on the Lotus Peak, and there was still one left.

It can be seen that the other party has been prepared for a long time.

"It's time to end."

Another black-robed man spoke, put his hands behind his back, stepped out, and slowly walked towards the True Martial Hall.

Under the black robe, those cold eyes looked at the lame man in the hall.

The coercion of the Great Grandmaster of the Heavenly Phenomena Realm was so terrifying that a single look could often make ordinary people's hearts tremble.

Who is the lame man in pity?

King of Northern Liang

Spanning the world for decades, he was slaughtered by people, I don't know how many corpse mountains I have crossed, and how many deep seas of blood have been crossed.

Facing the cold gaze of the black-robed man, Xu Rentu was not moved in the slightest, and even his face remained the same.

"This king's head is here."

The lame middle-aged man picked up the teacup, took a sip before putting it down, and grinned: "I just don't know if you have the ability to take it." "

"Naturally, you have the ability to take it."

The black-robed man spoke, his pace did not stop, and he stepped on the steps of the True Martial Palace, and a terrifying oppression came.

In the apse, the old Taoist priest took Lin Xuan to stand in the distance and watch, feeling the many terrifying atmospheres on Wudang Mountain.

No one came close.

This level of confrontation is no longer something they can interfere with, not to mention Lin Xuan, a second-generation disciple, even the master uncle is not qualified to participate.

"Xu Rentu won't get away with it."

Lin Xuan's face was solemn.

"Probably not."

Lao Dao's tone was a little uncertain, and then he said: "Anyway, we have done what we should do, if we really get rid of it, it will be his own life." "

At the foot of Wudang Mountain

A horse-drawn carriage slowly came from the wind and snow, and finally stopped in front of the mountain road, driven by a well-dressed man.

"That's it."

"Old man Xu is really troublesome."

The voice of grumbling came from the carriage.

The next moment, a long sword flew out of the carriage, turned into a streamer, rushed into the wind and snow, and went straight to the top of Wudang Mountain.

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