Wanjie Athletics, I choose Zhang Sanfeng to start

"The Golden Winged Eagle has fought seven times with the gang leader, and lost all seven battles. Now, do you still have the strength to fight again?"

What the feminine man said are all facts.

If not, no matter how rampant Xiongba is, he would not dare to attack Wudang.

"Wait so... If you kill them all, aren't you afraid that my Wudang Patriarch will come back one day and ask you to settle accounts?" An old Taoist who is over a hundred years old and has seen the most prosperous period of Wudang School said angrily at this time.

The feminine man smiled more happily, and even touched the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

Then he said in a cold tone: "Shaolin... also said that at the beginning."

"From today onwards, you have to obey Wudang, and you have to obey if you don't. The martial arts in the world change hands every 30 years. Your Wudang has been prosperous for nearly a hundred years. Now...it's time to die."

In Zixiao Palace, many Taoists held the swords in their hands tightly, wanting to draw out their swords and cut the swollen-lip-tongued feminine man into several pieces.

But they all hesitated to make a move.

This feminine man doesn't matter, but the leader of the Tianxiahui at the foot of the mountain is the current overlord of the martial arts world.

Originally, one-handed three-point return to vitality was already enough to be called unique in the world, but then I did not know where to learn Liu Mie Jian 23, combined with the magic knife technique, and merged into the seven swordsman swordsmanship, fighting all over the world and now I have no opponent .

There are even rumors that this person has reached the height of the former Wudang ancestor Zhang Sanfeng.

If it wasn't for the fact that the sky is higher and the world is wider at this time, he would be able to discuss the way with the sky and persuade the sky to make progress like the old master Zhang Sanfeng.

"Cough cough...!"

"Wudang has always been proud since the patriarch opened the faction. Even if all the factions were destroyed, he would never surrender and kneel down." Amidst the coughing, there was a short and thin figure with sparse white hair on the head, wearing a cloak Wearing a Taoist robe and holding an ancient pine-patterned sword, he slowly walked out from the back of the hall.

Beside him, there were two Taoist boys supporting him.

It seems that it is already difficult to walk by myself.

The feminine man was about to say something sarcastic, but was suddenly sucked out by a strong wind.

In an instant, Xiong Ba, who was still at the foot of the mountain, appeared in Zixiao Palace, taking the place of the feminine man just now.

"I'm late at the end of school, I've met Yuan Gong!" Xiongba said to the old ape who was being supported.

The old ape was coughing and couldn't stop for a moment.

Obviously suffered severe internal injuries.

"I heard that Mr. Yuan's swordsmanship is the best in the world. Even the sword master Wuming, Dugu Jian, sword god Ximen Chuuxue, and Xie Xiaofeng have all been defeated by your sword."

"Xiong is not talented, and I really want to ask you for advice." After Xiong Ba finished speaking, he had already begun to release his extremely strong aura.

The breath locked the entire Zixiao Palace, and it only took a moment to kill most of the Taoists in the Zixiao Palace.

The Taoists in the main hall were silent, and they did not dare to say more.

As the world's top sect, Wudang has been famous for a hundred years, and it has also been attacked as a target for a hundred years.

The fusion of the world time and time again, the Wudang time and time again take the lead, take the lead, take responsibility bravely, and walk in front of many martial arts fellows.

Suppress a large number of dangers that are harmful to the world.

Although Wudang's prestige has been forged, Wudang's foundation from the beginning to the present has been exhausted.

As for the up-and-comers... let's not talk about it!

Maybe it was bad luck, or maybe there were too many black hands secretly targeting them.

Every time Wudang focused on cultivating the younger generation leaders, they would fall into evil ways, and in the end they would either be chased and killed by Wudang, or they would be expelled from the sect.

Song Qingshu, Fu Yushu, Zhuo Yihang, Mu Daoren... were all the future hopes of the Wudang Clan, but after a brief flash, they all degenerated and dimmed at a faster rate.

There was also a cloud flying in the middle of the journey, but it was a pity that it was abruptly missed.

Although he still has some sympathy with Wudang, he has long lived in seclusion and no longer interferes with the affairs of the world.

With no successors, how long can they last with only a few old guys?

Of course, there is another reason in the final analysis, that is... these "pillars" of Wudang, they are not strong enough.

If they were strong enough, they would have been able to suppress them for more than a hundred years, instead of withering after encountering some 'tests'.

Yuan Bupo looked at the ancient pine pattern sword in his hand.

The soul of the sword demon in the sword has not responded since the last battle with Huoyun evil god.

Now facing Xiongba who is as difficult to deal with as Huoyun evil god, Yuan Bupo knows that he may only have the last chance to strike.

It's just that this sword, if it can't kill Xiongba.

It can be regarded as giving the other party a ride.

Not only nearly a century of fame was given to the other party.

He even showed his sword comprehension to the opponent completely and unmistakably, so that the cultivation base of this devil could go a step further.

"That's it!"

"I only have one sword, which was passed down by my mentor in the past. Today, I will ask Lord Xiong to watch it."

"Let's let Master Xiong take a look, this old man may have learned three points from his former mentor in a hundred years." When Yuan Bupo spoke, his originally stooped figure gradually straightened up.

The originally intermittent breath also became thick and sharp, as if it was about to tear the hall apart and pierce the sky.

Such momentum is absolutely unusual.

Many Taoists in the main hall showed mournful expressions.

Because they knew very well that Yuan Bupo, who chose to release the last "breath", once used this sword, he would be exhausted.

At this point, the pillar of the Wudang faction collapsed completely.

Chapter 352 You want to destroy Wudang?

On Xiongba's face, there was a rampant and domineering smile.

Although he is a competitor, he is too deeply influenced by Xiong Ba's original memory and consciousness, and has already become vicious and domineering.

To conquer Wudang is to conquer the last mountain in the rivers and lakes that stands in the way and prevents him from dominating the martial arts world.

The ranking of the competition will also be further improved, and then challenge the No.1 position.

As for the current No. 1 in the current world... Long Jianfei, who inherited the power, cultivation and skills of Huoyun evil god, but instead upholds the way of chivalry and helps justice in the world.

Sooner or later, Xiongba will have a fight with him.

It's just that if you want to have absolute certainty, you have to get confidence from Yuan Bupo first.

This is also another important purpose of Xiongba's coming to level Wudang Mountain.

With the survival of the Wudang faction, Yuan Bupo was forced to make another move.

Yuan Bupo raised his hand steadily, staring at the tip of the sword in his hand.

The aura that was originally released all collapsed and retracted, and then condensed on the edge of the sword.

This sword has been simple and ordinary to the extreme.

If it weren't for his steady hand holding the sword and his posture being too experienced, it would almost make people think that this is a novice swordsman who is about to pass the sword.

Xiongba completely tensed up his spirit, and the three-point Guiyuan Qi has been mixed, and it has turned into a real balloon and enveloped the surroundings.

The Xueyin Kuangdao and the Huolin Sword appeared in his left and right hands respectively, and the two streams of air, one cold and the other hot, merged into an immeasurable force.

Saber intent and sword intent, Qi Qi bloomed with it as the center, and then it seemed to be fighting and competing with each other, entangled and circling upwards, evolving into a demonic atmosphere.

The sky changed color, the thick cloud and howling wind almost lifted the roof of Zixiao Palace.

The Taoists in the hall all showed expressions of horror.

Although the martial art of Wudang Mountain is determined by the former patriarch Zhang Sanfeng, there is also the term "exterior scene", but the exterior scene that can shake the sky with one's own power can only be seen in the body of the patriarch Zhang Sanfeng.

Most of the external location methods of others are just playing some light and shadow.

In Jianghu, it is no longer unusual.

Yuan Bupo was not affected by this aura, he seemed to have isolated a small area by himself.

Just staring at the sword in his hand, the sword filled him with everything.

When he was young, he learned from his master and worshiped the sword all the way. The young man went up to Wudang Mountain with his sword and knocked into the master's door thoroughly, and he was taught by the master himself.

Afterwards, the master led many senior brothers to "fly up", and Yuan Bupo gradually became the disciple with the highest cultivation level and seniority on Wudang Mountain. Hundred years.

"Is today going to end?"

"It's a pity! The world has changed again and again, and I have never been able to catch up with the footsteps of Master and Senior Brother, breaking through the void and flying away."

"I really... can't be reconciled!" Yuan Bupo slowly held out the sword in his hand.

This sword condensed not only his hundred years of practice, but also the last breath in his chest.

Huoyun evil god's Tathagata palm shattered Yuan Bupo's sea of ​​qi in his dantian. He has survived all these years by holding on to his breath.

Although he couldn't make a move, because of his existence, many malicious eyes did not dare to stare at the Wudang faction all the time.

Today, after all, I can't hold it anymore!

Everything, the last vitality, is about to pour out violently.

The next moment, Yuan Bupo's arm was firmly held by a warm hand.

The last sword he was about to send could no longer be stabbed out.

At the same time, a warm and powerful qi poured into Yuan Bupo's body, unexpectedly reactivating a trace of full vitality in his soon-to-be-decayed body.

"Little monkey! You have worked hard all these years!"

"Senior brother is back, can you leave this battle to me?" A strange but familiar voice sounded beside Yuan Bupo.

Yuan Bupo raised his head and turned to look.

What I saw was Wang Defa who had changed back to his original appearance in the world of Condor Shooting.

Yuan Bupo's eyes trembled rapidly.

His lips trembled uncontrollably.

"Master... Senior Brother?"

Wang De laughed and said, "Hey! It's me, brother!"

After finishing speaking, he moved the cloud hand, retracted the ancient sword with loose patterns in Yuan Bupo's hand, and sent the thicker Qi into Yuan Bupo's body, quickly repairing Yuan Bupo's body riddled with holes.

"You dare to bully my junior brother?"

"You... dare to come to my Wudang to be presumptuous?" Wang Defa seemed to have a very good temper after many years.

Every move is imitating the Cao Zhe in the eyes of everyone, personable, master-like, elegant and easy-going, tolerant and magnanimous.

But how many people still remember that he was also a fierce man who dared to secretly poke a knife at the superior of the skinhead society in order to join the Wudang sect?

When Wang Defa spat out the last word.

The powerful aura turned into continuous and clustered explosions, rushing towards Xiongba.

Xiongba instinctively sensed that something was wrong, and he slashed down with both swords, resisting the impact.

It's just... the gap is too big!

The level and level of the comprehensive martial arts world itself may not be lower than that of the "pseudo-mythical" world like the Liaozhai world, but with Cao Zhe present, it will be quite different.

Even if Xiongba is the top player in the world, he is far behind Wang Defa who is only second to Cao Zhe.

Therefore, when they actually met each other, Xiongba couldn't even bear the pressure of Wang De to say a word.

Xiongba was rushed out of the gate of the hall.

Then it rolled directly down the mountain and crashed into the crowd, killing and injuring a lot of people.

But Wang Defa didn't let him go just yet. A person who has broken through the relatively "fragile" space of this world, and refused to be drawn and absorbed by the high-energy spaces attached to this world such as the sword world, the evil world, and the phaseless world, He stepped on Xiong Ba's chest, and looked down condescendingly at this former... the overlord of the rivers and lakes, whose body's meridians have been broken, his true energy dissipated, and his martial arts lost.

"You... who are you?" Xiongba vomited blood while asking Wang Defa's name.

He knew that in this world, there were still some hidden powerful figures.

But Xiong Ba doesn't provoke these people, and these people seem to have long been disinterested in secular power disputes.

The Wudang faction has only been established for a hundred years, and the strong members of the sect have left for more than half a hundred years ago. It stands to reason that there should not be such strong people 'garrisoned'.

As a competitor, Xiongba knows very well that the so-called 'ascension' is by no means going to places like Sword Realm and Wuxiang Realm, but returning to the arena and going to other worlds.