Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed

Zhou Wu said that he practiced swords for ten years, but Meng Xueli said that gentlemen borrowed swords. It was not too late for ten years. It sounded like a joke.

At the edge of Yaping Hantan, the two were separated by more than ten feet, and around a hundred people concentrated on the field staring attentively.

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

This fell, and the black disciples of the inner door gave way to a wide passage, and a whisper of whisper was heard.

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

"What a coincidence, I can't fight this time!"

There were about two or thirty people coming, led by three young people, and walked into the room in diameter, blocking Meng Xueli's view.

Zhou Wu told his companions: "No wonder the surname Meng is unsuitable, it must be that they are reporting."

He didn't return the sword, and sneered at the heading young man: "Zhang Suyuan, today I and Elder Meng are fairer than the sword. The sword has been decided. Don't be too busy."

Zhang Suoyuan shook his head: "Elder Meng was successful in refining Qi, and you have already advanced to the" Breakthrough ", relying on the strong and the weak, how come fairness?" He turned to salute Meng Xueli, saying hello.

Wu Jing behind Zhou Wu preemptively said: "That blame him for his inability to learn art. In the secret realm of Hanhai, someone let him?"

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

"When Ji Xiaozheng was alive, Hanshan was famous for him, and I was blessed by him forever. After his death, it is our duty to take care of his young and weak mates. My Hanshan Jianpai inherited for many years, that is, by helping each other and strengthening Those who protect the young and unite to defend the enemy will flourish. Well, let ’s go back to practice swords. "

He was well-known among the inner disciples, and someone immediately agreed: "Brother Zhang made this point reasonable. Think carefully."

"Good to say, you are generous to others!" Zhou Wuyi's disciples shouted. "If you let you hide from the realm and give up the ranking, are you willing?"

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

Zhou Wu said sarcastically: "The three of you are willing to dedicate, why didn't this 'good job' fall on you? I can't wait to say that the real person in charge is doing things unfairly, but I blame my own life!"

"Who does n’t know, you found a genius with a congenital sword body in the backcountry in the backcountry last month, and he was rewarded by the deacon hall for his merits in getting started. Therefore, it turns out that the" sorrow "is yours, and the" good job "is only Give us."

He deliberately made irony, and the atmosphere of the crowd changed slightly, revealing the confrontational situation of tension and tension.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. On the Fatang, there is still a small party such as the "Hang Ji Party." How can there be no faction among the more complicated inner disciples?

Today, Hanshan Neimen disciples are divided into two groups. One group is the personal disciples of Lord Wufengfeng, led by Zhang Suyuan.

One faction is the descendant of the elders of the Taishang elders, but Zhou Wu's four men are the first.

The master's master biography of the master disciple, Cui Jing, was supposed to be under his leadership to control the disciples of the inner disciples, with the status equivalent to Jing Di at Mingyue Lake. But he imitated Ji Xiao real person, retired and practiced all year round, ignoring the affairs of his school, his personality was indifferent and quiet, he was not close to anyone.

Sects of Hanshan and other behemoths have a long history of faction.

In addition to the Five Peaks, the cave house in the valley is dotted with dots, mostly from the elder Taizong's cultivation family, the Huai Shui Zhou family.

Master Ji Xiao, a brother of the elders, unfortunately fell in his early years. Ji Xiao has no blood relatives and no apprentices. He lives alone in Tiantianya and has a transcendent status.

However, after his brother Hu Tuo and Elder Tai Shang broke up and left Han Shan in a guilty conscience, Ji Xiao became estranged from the elder Tai Shang.

The real person in charge takes the overall situation as a priority and mediates from it many times, but to no avail.

After Ji Xiao fell behind, Taishang Elder became Han Shanxiu as the strongest person again. Many elders and disciples of his family are conscientious and glorious, raising their eyebrows.

As for the head and the masters of the peaks, the seniors are the nephews of the elders. If the latter admonishes them, they have to grind their teeth.

Meng Xueli did not understand these complicated old things.

Thin snow flew and the cold lake was cold, he just wanted to go back and warm up early.

So I stepped forward and said to Zhang Suyuan and others: "I know that you have good intentions, there is no turning point for the sword game, let's talk after finishing."

The masterpiece Li Wei ’s round-faced monk preemptively said: "Do n’t be afraid, when the real person is alive, you will have a good relationship with my master. I am holding the sword statue in the main hall of Bifeng ... There is a difference between the two sides of the sword. Sword game, this match is not bad, nor bad rules. We will **** you back. "

Meng Xueli thought, okay, there are real people of Ji Xiao Mobi everywhere, but I didn't chant.

He shook his head: "I'm not afraid, but half a tea kung fu, let go."

Zhang Suyuan and three people were dumbfounded and refused to give way.

Meng Xueli had to whisper: "My companion has left many powerful instruments, particularly powerful ones."

The three of them suddenly realized they knew his intentions. Zhang Suoyuan urged: "Then you must get the shot first, the sooner the better."

Only Yu Xiaodao's face was pale and his eyes were flushed. Meng Xueli patted his hair and whispered: "Half a cup of tea is deceptive. If you close your eyes and count to thirty, I will come back."

The two swordsmen finally separated their positions and saw each other.

At this time, the dawn was shining east, and the sky to the west was still dark blue, with half-round moon shadows looming.

The ice surface of Hantan is cold and thick, with a thin layer of fresh snow.

In the morning breeze, the dead tree by the lake was like an old man in twilight, and the branches could not tremble.

Contrary to such a gloomy landscape, it is an open and ardent atmosphere among more than a hundred people.

Zhou Wudao: "Since there is a gap in the state, if I can't win you in three moves, it will be a draw. It is not a bully."

The True Element of his body was infused with the Chiyang Sword, and the sharp air overflowed from his whole body, covering the Hantan instantly. Centered on the tip of the sword, the thin snow on the ground melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing brown mud.

On the first time disciples outside the Fatang saw this kind of scene, they could not help holding their gazes.

Meng Xueli smiled: "I am an elder, let you do a trick. So, it is not a big bully."

His voice just fell, and a bright sword light across the wind and snow, the distance of more than ten feet seemed to be non-existent, and he blinked before him!

Swords and shadows are like flying rainbows. When passing by, there are surging heat waves, the snow in the cold lake must evaporate, and the vast white mist rises.

Meng Xueli was shrouded by a fierce sword and his ‘Linchi Liu’ shook violently in his hand. His thin body was like a weak willow branch in the violent wind, and he was crumbling.

This instant was too short, and Zhang Suyuan and others only had time to think about it: after it was over, Zhou Wu took the lead, and Elder Meng was frightened.

"It's Bai Hongguan's Sun Sword!"

The sword light was cut, and some disciples couldn't bear to watch, while others saw ... Meng Xueli disappeared ghostly out of thin air.

Zhou Wu, who was closest to him, didn't know what happened. He had no time to change his mind and suddenly felt a sharp pain at Dazhui.

In the boundless white mist, Meng Xueli dwarfed with the Chiyang Jianfeng, and at the same instant his thin sword turned upside down, like a spear returning to the horse.

He didn't even look back completely, half instinctively, he stabbed the sword.

Zhou Wu suddenly threw two steps forward, terrified, turned around and cut again.

He did his best, the sword awn skyrocketed, like a blazing waterfall of light, spewing out from the sword body.

It was at this moment that Meng Xueli held the sword hilt and the scabbard in one hand, and opened the bow to the left and right, as if striking with a double knife.

Zhou Wu subconsciously dodged the sword front, but the "Linchi Liu" sword body did not hold on to the real one, but was just vain.

Chiyang's sword momentum has been established, two people move at the same time, Meng Xueli is faster.

In the electric light and flint, Meng Xueli's bi-colored scabbard hit Zhou Wu's chest hard!

Only listening to the clear cracking sound, a white shadow flew straight to Hantan, it was Zhou Wu and the blazing sword in his hand, which cut through the white smoke produced by the cold air.

"Boom, boom--" There were two loud noises, such as thunder.

Dead trees by the lake broke and ice broke!

Zhou Wuhui fell to the bottom of the pool!

Meng Xueli took the sword back to his sheath and walked to the side of the field. He shattered ice and the pool of water splashed behind him, and rushed into the sky for ten feet.

"Wow!"

The huge waves fell like a violent rain.

Meng Xueli retrieved his hand stove from Dao Tong's arms: "I can open my eyes."

Liu Xiaohuai's voice trembled, and his eyes burst into tears: "Twenty-six."

The entire performance of Jianping was in a mess, and there was no sound.

Everyone was unprepared and could not avoid it, as if poured down by a pot of ice water.

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

Zhou Wu, who has practiced swords for ten years, was easily defeated by Meng Xueli, who didn't understand swords, holding a soft sword that was ridiculous, ridiculous, and resentful.

No one understands how this happened.

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

Zhang Suyuan murmured: "Expect the enemy first."

Under the real-element gap, relying solely on the power, angle, and timing of absolute precision, can this be achieved?

Zhou Wuyi faction, all the disciples were in an uproar, Wu Jing rushed out of the crowd: "What kind of evil art you make is not a swordsmanship at all!"

Meng Xueli had put on his cloak and shook his head helplessly, "I have never practiced a sword."

The author has something to say: Meng Xueli: I'm cold, I'll warm my hands

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