After the official people left, Wudang Mountain returned to its former state.

The tranquility brings with it the hustle and bustle of some martial arts training.

However, at this moment, there was a burst of breaking sounds in the air.

Qinghui felt something, and looked up at the sky, but there was a wry smile.

"I see... Is this also in the calculation of that Luo Qianhua monk? ”

In the sky and in the woods.

Strangely shaped humanoids and beast-shaped puppets appeared in front of Xuanyue's door.

It looks like there are dozens of them.

The leader was a young man.

The man was dressed in a beggar's outfit with a long knife behind his back, and the most striking thing was that his left hand was wrapped in a thick bandage, which was quite mysterious.

From afar, Qinghui felt the blade even more—it didn't come from the young man's sword, but from this person.

Cold man, cold sword.

The eyes are facing each other.

"Entrusted by someone. The young man said lightly: "If you spare your life, you will hand over the secret that you Wudang Emei excavated from the bronze coffin three years ago." ”

"I don't know anything about what you're talking about, what kind of bronze coffin? I don't do tomb robbery in Wudang Mountain. ”

The young man didn't say much, but his temperament became sharper.

If you don't agree with each other, you will do it.

The people of Wudang were not to be outdone, and stepped forward to fight with the machine people and the machine beasts.

For this reason, Qinghui did not dare to slack off, and also drew his long sword.

The young man's eyes lit up slightly.

"You also wield a sword?"

"Wudang sat down and admonished the elders, Qinghui. Qinghui played a sword flower in the air.

The long sword shimmers with cold light, and the blade is sharp.

"Good sword. The young man's cold voice had some emotion, and he said indifferently: "In the next night, the family heirloom blade [Changyan], the sword is three feet three inches long, one inch three inches wide, and weighs five catties. ”

Qinghui's pupils shrank slightly.

The young man in front of him is a real swordsman.

Only a true swordsman will introduce his sword to others.

reported that his sword was long and wide, which was a sign of extreme self-confidence.

It is also a kind of psychological warfare, using one's own self-confidence to put psychological pressure on others.

For this reason, Qinghui was not to be outdone, and also introduced his own sword.

"In Xia Qinghui, make the sword [Baosteel No. 303], the sword is three feet long, one inch two wide, and weighs three kilograms, from the magic capital Baosteel Forging Factory, high-strength composite materials fused with metal forging alloys, forged by the power of the lathe for ten hours, tempered thousands of times, please advise. ”

The air was suddenly quiet for a moment.

Tomorrow night always feels like something strange...

But then, he didn't care about any sense of disobedience, he just knew that the person in front of him was a swordsman.

[Need my help ?...]

A deep, whispering voice rang out.

Tomorrow Night just replied faintly to that voice.

"Not necessarily"

"Please advise. ”

Mingye rushed towards Qinghui at a great speed.

This speed is not like a martial artist, like an awakened person who specializes in strengthening speed.

And Qinghui didn't dare to slack off, waved the Baosteel 303 in his hand, and greeted him with one move and two instruments, and the long sword was clear, carrying the two qi of yin and yang, twisting and winding.

The blade in Mingye's hand was like a poisonous snake, and between the swings, there seemed to be a stream of gray gas entangled.

"You have no grudges against me in Wudang in the past and no enmity in the near future, why don't you go down the mountain and say goodbye?" Between the attacks, Qinghui said calmly: "There are many elders in my Wudang, and the head of the sect is even more among them, and when the members of the investigation team who went to support find out, they will inevitably turn back, and you will be difficult to defeat everyone alone, so it will be good for everyone." ”

The number of long swords in Mingye's hand was too weird, although it was not difficult for Qinghui to resist, but he vaguely felt that what was in front of him was not all of Mingye's strength.

He's enjoying the fight, not pure bad karma.

And after using a poisonous snake to explore the way tomorrow night, he said lightly: "That person has kindness with me, my generation of swordsmen, no matter good or evil, right or wrong, there is kindness to repay kindness, and there is revenge and revenge." ”

"Obsessed!"

Qinghui was angry with this sentence.

"Huaxia Guwu, the spirit of the gods, good and evil, all need to be distinguished, only enmity and hatred, no right or wrong, how to be a Chinese swordsman?"

As a swordsman, Qinghui must not allow the young man in front of him to insult the [Swordsman]!

"Who said I did... Is it the path of the Huaxia swordsman?"

Tomorrow Night instantly retracted the sword into its scabbard and assumed a stride position.

Qinghui felt something in his heart, and when he noticed that something was wrong, a Tai Chi Tiyun retreated behind him.

However, the retreat was still a step too slow.

The robe was torn wide, and there was a long blood mark on the abdomen.

Sheath, draw, blink of an eye.

"What are you making... The number of ways of the Dongying swordsman!"

Qinghui pressed his hand against the wound with a look of disbelief.

Draw your sword and slash.

"I'm sorry, the spirit and spirit I have inherited are different from you, grace is as heavy as a mountain, hatred is as heavy as the sea, there is kindness to repay kindness, there is revenge to revenge, other than that, there is only a sword. Ming Ye said lightly: "The full name of the contemptible person, Miyamoto Ming Night." ”

The swordsman in front of him is a Japanese national.

Qinghui secretly regretted it.

If you know that the person in front of you is a Japanese, you will be able to prevent a knife from being drawn and slashed.

It's a pity that the game on the battlefield is not something that can be explained by a single regret.

If you hesitate, you will lose-

The consequence of defeat may be life.

"I admire you, you are a true swordsman who sticks to your own way, but alas, I also have my own way. Miyamoto shook his head and said, "Hand it over, what you dug up that summer three years ago, that thing is very important to the person who entrusted me... If you give it up, I will depart. ”

Qinghui sneered.

"Our team will be back soon, and you can't do anything about it..."

In fact, what Miyamoto said three years ago that he dug up, Qinghui really didn't know, and recalled that in the summer of three years ago, it seemed that the head of the house and the Taoist chief on Emei went out to collect wind - in fact, everyone knew that the two old people were going to fall in love at dusk.

What kind of copper coffin can two elderly people who go to dusk love?

This matter is the standard bull's head and the horse's mouth - both of them feel that the other party is deliberately doing things and refuse to compromise.

"I'm sorry, but even if your people come back, the contemptible people are not afraid of people. ”

Miyamoto untied his bandages tomorrow night.

A black gas wafted out of his hand.

The moment the black qi came out, he came to Qinghui in an instant.

If the speed just now was a speed-based ability, then now, Qinghui felt that he was a space-based ability.

Looking at Miyamoto Tomorrow who was close at hand, Qinghui said in disbelief: "Impossible, how can the awakened person cultivate martial arts..."

"Contemptible people are not awakened... It's just a swordsman who picks up a life. ”

Beside Miyamoto Tomorrow, there was a black ghost figure floating.

The ghost exudes a pure black aura.

Under the cover of evil energy, his face is ugly, like that of the evil ghost.

One person.

Yaksha.

The two in one.

The Ghost of the Sword.