Comprehensive Wu: Poor monk Jigong, sign in to Wudi City at the beginning

Chapter 92: The Forbidden City signed in, and the sword god Ximen blew snow.

【A suitable check-in location has been found, does the host check in?】 】

Li Xiuyuan was not surprised at all.

The imperial palace of the dynasty, the dragon pan tiger, if you can’t sign in, there will be ghosts.

“Check in now.”

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for the successful check-in, reward: Dragon Pestle! 】Dragon pestle?

Li Xiuyuan was slightly stunned.

Could it be a magic weapon used by the Dragon Descending Arhat?

Just as he was thinking, a stream of light flashed in front of him, and a three-foot treasure staff appeared out of thin air. The dragon pestle is flowing light throughout, and the totem is engraved on it.

But it is not embellishmented, and it looks bare, like a gorgeous rolling pin. However, the awesome power was condensed in this dragon pestle.

Li Xiuyuan reached forward and held the Dragon Lowering Pestle.

The moment he held it, Li Xiuyuan’s face immediately appeared in front of his eyes, and the face of the Dragon Descending Luohan glaring angrily. The distant and vast power in that dragon pestle became extremely violent.

“Wonderful, wonderful!”

Li Xiuyuan nodded again and again in satisfaction.

As long as he held the Dragon Pestle, Li Xiuyuan could feel that this object was extremely powerful. It weighs thousands of catties and has the ability to open mountains and gravel.

With just a strong wave, you can change the color of heaven and earth.

The upper can disperse the nine days of dark clouds with a staff, and the lower can stir the waves of the four seas. Demons and demons can be removed with just one stick11.

Even if there is a divine dragon, it can be suppressed with this treasure.

Li Xiuyuan held the lowering wand in his hand and immediately felt the amazing weight.

“Very good, very good!”

Li Xiuyuan was very satisfied with the reward this time.

With this dragon pestle, he can be regarded as having a weapon that officially belongs to him. Previously, although a demon sword was cast.

However, since he is playing Jigong, using a sword is always a bit contrary.

Moreover, Li Xiuyuan never kills easily, and it is indeed better to use this dragon pestle. Li Xiuyuan threw it casually, and threw the Dragon Lowering Pestle into the system space.

……

Under the cold and arrogant moonlight.

A figure in white came lonely from afar.

He was cold, cold than frost, and cold as the moon in the sky.

Dressed in white, his already handsome appearance was even more dashing. He holds the sword in his hand and the sword in his heart.

It was as if he was a sharp sword in his own right.

He stood in front of the majestic Forbidden City, looking at the highest place.

Li Xiuyuan smiled and said, “But Ximen Chuixue?” ”

Ximen Chuixue’s gaze looked at Li Xiuyuan and nodded faintly: “Yes.” ”

The words are like gold, and the cold voice makes people feel like falling into an ice cave.

Li Xiuyuan fanned his fan and said, “In a decisive battle with that Ye Lonely City, you are not his opponent.” ”

Ye Gucheng’s sword had no worries, was flawless, and clean.

Although Ximen Chuixue is cold, his sword seems to hang one invisible thread after another. That’s his concern.

Although Ximen Chuixue is a pure person, he still cares.

Ximen Chuixue’s brows frowned slightly, and his intuition told him that this mad monk did not seem to be simple. However, he still did not speak.

It seems that saying one more word is a luxury for him.

Li Xiuyuan smiled and said, “Don’t doubt the monk’s words, although you are cold, you have a concern, so you are less decisive than that carefree Ye Gucheng!” ”

Ximen Chuixue was slightly stunned.

Indeed, he also has a lot of things on his mind.

It also caused his sword skills to be unable to refine further.

Li Xiuyuan looked at Ximen Chuixue and said, “However, people have affection, the sword has life, if there is no concern in the heart, no distractions, although the sword art can be greatly advanced, but the highest sword can not be found.” ”

In the land of Kyushu, there are countless masters who use swords. Whether it is the sword saint who made the sword twenty-three counties and was short-lived; Or the Heavenly Sword Nameless, who alone stopped the 100,000-strong army of absolute godlessness; Or Li Chungang, the sword god of the green shirt; The swords in their hands are all concerned, but they have never prevented them from leaving their own myths in the martial arts. Relentless Sword, rapid improvement, but with a limit.

The sword of love, slow to rise, but can break the sword for nine days. Ximen Chuixue looked at Li Xiuyuan thoughtfully.

In the end, he still asked, “Who is the master?” ”

“Poor monk Daoji, a mad monk passing by.”

Daoji?

Ximen Chuixue’s pupils shrank slightly.

Li Xiuyuan laughed maniacally: “The sword of affection is better than the sword of ruthlessness…”

“If someone has calculated everything, he can only rejoice.”

“If you meet today, monk, I will give you a chance…”

“Go ahead on your own!”

Li Xiuyuan said, casually using the spirit talisman that sealed the sword intent. This thing is of no use to him.

Ximen Chuixue reached out to catch the rune paper, and at that moment, the rune paper burned into ashes in his hand. The sword intent sealed in the rune paper flooded into his mind in an instant.

Ximen Blowing Snow was shocked.

He seemed to see an earth-shattering sword slashing towards him. The sword is brilliant and majestic, like an endless river.

At this moment, he successfully captured a wisp of sword intent. The long sword in his hand immediately sounded like a dragon.

Ximen Chuixue’s cultivation is not high, so he has only comprehended the tip of the iceberg and realized a new sword move. But the sword intent had already stayed in his body.

As his cultivation continues to improve, he will gradually and thoroughly comprehend this sword intent. Ximen Chuixue suddenly opened his eyes.

Just wanted to say something, but found that Li Xiuyuan and Hong Xuhu had already walked away. In the distance, you can faintly hear his crazy laughter.

“Oops! This conspiracy has to be broken by the monk! ”

“Hahaha…”

Although he couldn’t understand what Li Xiuyuan was saying, Ximen Chuixue still slowly stepped forward and bowed deeply to the back of 880 Li Xiuyuan.

……

The wind is bleak, and the moonlight is like silver.

On the top of the Forbidden Purple, a man walked slowly. He has a white face and a slight beard, and is wearing a snow-white robe.

A pair of eyes look like two cold stars in the dark.

His face was very white, neither pale nor miserable, but a white jade-like crystalline color.

He walked very slowly, and when he came up, it was like a king walking into his court, and like a flying immortal in the sky, descending to earth. It was none other than Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City.

He held a sword in his hand, and he also held a sword in his heart. He looked proudly into the distance, waiting for his opponent. In the Forbidden City, hundreds of martial arts figures have gathered.

Everyone was talking about who would win or lose between Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng this time. Zhu ignored the uniform and stood in the distance of the crowd.

Under the costume, it was the dragon robe that he had already changed into. Behind him were thousands of murderous elite soldiers.

After waiting for a moment for Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue to fight a decisive battle, he went to assassinate the emperor. A howling evening breeze blew through, blowing the moonlight into pieces.

Ximen Chuixue’s figure was already like the wind, standing on the top of the Forbidden Purple and standing opposite Ye Gucheng. Two people, one left and one right, stood on the roof.

In the middle of them, there was a cold moon like snow.

“Fight! Fight it! You guys fight to the death and I live! ”

Zhu Xiao said secretly in his heart.