Zongwu: My understanding is incredible and shocked Lu Zu

"City Lord, do you say that this Yu Beixuan of Wudang is really as scary as the rumors of the rivers and lakes?"

Near the archway of Xuanwu Dangxing, more than a dozen well-dressed jianghu people pointed at the glazed world of Beiliang.

In the center is a middle-aged man with a well-proportioned figure, and his temperament is extraordinary.

The cold eyes swept the four big characters of the iron painting silver hook on the archway, and nodded.

"That young master and uncle with a high rank is probably not worthy of the name."

"But the word Wudang must not be underestimated!"

The city lord Song Yanhui is known as a sword that breaks the water, and the north of the thousand rivers is half a step away from the sword immortal.

When he was young, he traveled to the rivers and lakes of Kyushu and asked Jian Wudang.

And the opponent is the Zizhulin sword idiot who is about the same age as him.

The young man is spirited, and the sword is like a rainbow.

A purple-gold peach wood talisman sword swung like a dragon in Wang Xiaoyan's hand.

Handsome, sword more handsome!

At that time, both of them were new to the King Kong Realm, and their realms were not much different.

In the end, Song Yan regretted the defeat and returned with regret.

Things changed stars for a few degrees in autumn, and the familiar swallow returned.

This time, with the sword genius that is rare in a hundred years in Wushuang City, he set foot in Yangjiang Lake again, and the Song City Lord inevitably felt a lot.

After losing the twelve sects of Lianyang one after another, only Wudang remained.

As for the East China Sea Martial Emperor City and the Wu Family Sword Tomb, now is not the time~

And once defeated, whether it is leaving Xiao Wushuang or Wushuang's sword box, it is a consequence that he can't afford.

Turning to look at the sleeping teenager on the tree, Song Yanhui smiled with satisfaction.

The final battle away from Yangjiang Lake will definitely live up to expectations!

At this time, a disciple pointed to the mountain and said, "City Lord, here you are~"

Song Yan followed the prestige, and there were still many people coming, even the Wang Palm Sect personally went down the mountain!

But think about it, after all, this villain surnamed Yu is also a Wudang Master uncle figure.

Yu Beixuan took Dao Tong's small hand and walked down the stairs.

Mingyue frowned and glanced at the group of jianghu people behind the archway, and pouted and asked.

"Uncle Master, you can't blame me if you lose~"

Yu Beixuan pointed to the wide sword box next to the sleeping boy on the tree and smiled slightly.

"See, it's a matchless sword box, which contains twelve famous swords from the north, which is suitable for you to practice flying swordsmanship."

"If you win, it is a reward, and if you lose, it is okay, you should accumulate experience."

Wang Chonglou next to him listened, and his face was a little displeased.

"Junior Brother, could it be that you want to learn from that Wudi City and the Wu Family Sword Tomb, and ask if the sword fails, what do you have to leave behind?"

Yu Beixuan nodded: "We Wudang, can't we always be so good-tempered, right?" "

Hong Wash said as if he was stubble: "Senior brother is right, come to the mountain to find stubble and fight, my Wudang is not a soft persimmon, it is a person who can pinch?" "

"Good, good~ Anyway, I am looking for you to ask for the sword, love it!"

Wang Chonglou lowered his head and instructed Xiao Mingyue: "Child, remember not to be stubborn, if you can't beat it, you know?" "

Yu Beixuan pouted: "Senior brother, can you say something nice?" "

After saying that, he pulled his apprentice towards the mountain.

"Poor Dao Yu Beixuan, if you ask the sword, you will have a few tricks with the tea boy beside me, otherwise, go down the mountain!"

"Oh~ if you lose, trouble will leave the sword box of your Wushuang City..."

Song Yanhui was shocked, stepped forward and sneered: "Chief Yu Dao, speaking so loudly, it's not like Wudang's style." "

A young man behind him listened and pulled out his long sword.

"City Lord, Wudang deceives people too much, let the disciples meet this tea-serving boy!"

Song Yan nodded back and said, "It's okay, remember not to hurt that child." "

On the other side, Yu Beixuan patted his apprentice's little brain.

"Go, warm up first~"

"Hmm!"

Ming Yue carried a small bell-style peach wood sword that the master had carved for him, and ran all the way down the mountain with a smile.

The disciple of Wushuang City, who had a big waist and a round waist, glanced at the little Daoist boy who was only half his height, and instantly put away his long sword.

"Doll, don't shout pain when you spank later~"

The grinning man stepped out and reached out to grab the little Daotong.

Before he got closer, not only did the figure in front of him disappear instantly.

The strong man who was more than eight feet was dragged by a small hand around his waist and raised high.

Then he threw something as if he were throwing it directly, directly throwing more than a dozen feet away.

Xu Fengnian under the archway glanced at it, and clapped his hands in shock.

"Good work, be rewarded~"

The white-haired old man sighed, "Eight-year-old King Kong, it's a little interesting!" "

Saying that, he didn't forget to look at the white fox's face that was also in the King Kong Realm.

I don't know what the result will be if these two fight?

On the other side, Song Yanhui fixed his eyes on the strange little Daotong, and his back felt cold.

This ~ how is this possible?

The disciple who made the move is a seventh-rank master of Wushuang City!

"Oops~ Little brother has two strokes?!"

Song Yan turned around and looked, and Wushuang, who finally woke up, sat on the branch of the tree, dangling his two feet, and smiled widely.

Wushuangcheng, a genius who is rare in a century, is simple and naïve in heart, and his memory is not good.

Looking at Wudang's little Daotong is very good, he has long thrown Yu Beixuan out of Cloud Nine.

The next moment, Xiao Wushuang's figure flashed after carrying the sword box, and he fell more than a dozen steps away in front of Ming Yue in the blink of an eye.

"I'm not good at fist and foot kung fu, how about we compare swords?"

Before Ming Yue could answer, the young man snapped and pressed the sword box.

"Yunshuo, out of the sheath~"

A cold light that flew out of the sword box, hovered in front of Ming Yue after circling in mid-air.

Wushuang's index finger and middle finger are brought together, and the thought is self-generated.

The flying sword is like a shuttle, and the sword qi is compelling.

Ming Yue took a step back, Zhong Kui's small sword swept away, and the "Picking Yuan Technique" that he had practiced countless times in his dream came out.

Coupled with the strong internal strength of the King Kong Grand Consummation, he easily swung away the flying sword that was flying at speed.

Wushuang was amazed, clapping his hands and laughing happily.

"Not bad ~ good, see how many handles can you catch?"

The boy waved his fingers again and shouted.

"Green frost, out of the sheath!"

Yunsuo Qingshuang's two flying swords suddenly rolled up the dust and sand on the ground and roared.

The bright moon did not move like a mountain, and the peach wood sword cut out two sharp sword qi in succession.

It's just that this time it was a little difficult, and the figure tossed and turned, and it took more than a dozen breaths of effort to force back the two swords.

"Wrapped around the fingers, jade ruyi, phoenix flute, red leaves, out of the sheath!"

At this moment, the six swords at the foot of Wudang Mountain flew together, and the swords roared loudly, like a broken bamboo.

Then look at the little Daotong whose face did not change, after taking a deep breath, he urged the sword technique, and the sword qi poured into a blue rainbow.

The ordinary move of "Picking the Yuan" immediately made everyone sigh.

The seemingly tepid sword move actually triggered the thick green rainbow of the Dao Dao to rush into a thousand miles.

In the end, the perfect arc drawn by the peach wood sword swung the six flying swords several feet away.

The young man's spirit was matchless, and seeing that someone could block his six swords flying together immediately aroused his competitive heart.

"Butterflies, shadows, destruction, killing, paleness, vastness... Unsheathed! "

Wang Chonglou and the others, who were watching the battle, looked at it and couldn't help but pinch the sweat for Xiao Mingyue.

Wushuang City left Yangjiang Lake since entering and defeating the eleven sects, and the genius boy had never produced the seventh sword.

It is already a miracle that Xiao Mingyue can fight until this moment!

In the face of the twelve flying swords out of the sheath, can Yan block it?

Yu Beixuan put his hands into the sleeves of his robe, only frowning slightly.

With Ming Yue's current strength, the six swords below are already the limit.

"Alas~ It's a pity that you can't let your apprentice win the first battle in an honest way!"

But to blame, you can only blame Wushuangcheng for asking the sword at the wrong time....

After muttering something in his heart, he gently rotated his right wrist in his sleeve robe.

The small sword of Zhong Kui in the hand of the apprentice on the other side flashed a faint dark light when he boarded.

And Ming Yue suddenly leaned forward involuntarily, being dragged by the peach wood sword to meet the fierce twelve flying swords.

"Boom~"

"Jingle Bell..."

"Oh!"

With a crisp sound, all the flying swords that touched the peach wood sword fell to the ground.

The swordless hand with a confused head pinched the sword, but no matter what, he could no longer urge the divine weapon on the ground.

At this time, Bright Moon's peach wood sword had already reached his throat.

"I~lost!"

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