After the flower blooms, there is nothingness, and Ziqin doesn't know how Yan Shisan and Xie Sanshao found their own flower.

He didn't know how Yan Thirteen found the nothingness after the flowers bloomed, the nothingness that even Yan Thirteen himself was completely devoured.

At this moment, Ziqin is walking on the mountain road of Wudang Mountain.

Wudang, starting from the patriarch Zhang Sanfeng, is the most important sect of martial arts in the Central Plains, is the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, and is the world's great faction with the same name as Shaolin.

And Shaolin doesn't use swords, so when it comes to the sword faction, the first recommendation is naturally Wudang.

Whether it is the incomparable Eagle and Snake Thirteen Swords, or the Taiji Sword left by Zhang Sanfeng, they are all unparalleled swordsmanship in the world.

Ziqin came to Wudang to find these swordsmanship.

Of course, it's not that I want to learn these swordsmanship, but to find it.

The strongest swordsmanship is never learned, but found.

Ziqin knew that his talent was far inferior to Yan Shisan and Xie Sanshao, and these two people could comprehend the supreme sword path through the incomparable things of Buddhism and Taoism such as being born and entering the world.

He Ziqin couldn't do it, he couldn't find his sword path by putting it down, so he had to pick it up.

Pick up the sword and go hunt for it.

Wudang was his first stop, but it was by no means his last.

Just now, on Wudang Mountain, he had already seen the power of Wudang swordsmanship.

Whether it was the unparalleled offensive Eagle and Snake Thirteen Swords, or the defensive Unparalleled Taiji Sword, he had already seen it.

He used his own swordsmanship, and the swordsmanship obtained by fusing that kind of swordsmanship with basic swordsmanship, this swordsmanship has no name, maybe it must be called, it can be called Ziqin swordsmanship.

This swordsmanship is definitely not as extreme as the fifteen swords, nor is it as agile as Xie Sanshao, but it is already the ultimate realm that Ziqin can achieve now.

With this sword, Ziqin contained all his murderous aura in it.

This sword is therefore a must-kill sword, and if this sword is not out, it will see blood when it comes out.

Therefore, he had already killed seven people in Wudang just now, and these seven people each held the seven most famous swords in Wudang.

He single-handedly destroyed the seven strongest pillars of Wudang.

Ziqin believed that there must have been a lot of people chasing down Wudang Mountain behind him at this time, and Wudang was a famous faction.

But it is definitely not the Wudang of Zhang Sanfeng's era, just as Shaolin is no longer the Shaolin of the Dharma era.

As soon as you enter the rivers and lakes, you will be like throwing yourself into the dye vat, people can not be an exception, and the sect can not be an exception, the Taoist orthodoxy, the Buddhism is authentic, who has made it clear, and who has escaped.

The mountain road is very wide, and further on is the road to leave Wudang Mountain, and Ziqin only needs to walk a little further to get rid of the pursuers behind him.

There are many roads under Wudang Mountain, leading to different directions in the south and north of the world, as long as Ziqin goes out, Wudang will not be able to catch up with Ziqin even if he is sent out.

However, in this place, Ziqin had already sat down.

His breathing was not short, he was obviously not tired, there was no one behind him, no one in front of him, and it was obviously not blocked.

However, when he was about to escape smoothly, Ziqin had already sat down, and he seemed to be waiting for his enemies to catch up.

There are many strange people in this world, especially in the world of Gu Daxia, basically no one is not strange, but Ziqin is not from this world, and his behavior should not be so strange.

The partial son Qin has become as strange as the people in the ancient hero world.

On the mountain road, the Wudang disciples were panting and running, and they would never allow the person to leave Wudang Mountain.

A sword destroys the seven pillars of Wudang, and if it spreads, Wudang's reputation will be ruined, so they must not let that person leave Wudang.

These people are all the best disciples in Wudang, in fact, after the Wudang Seven Swords were destroyed, no one dared to send Yong's men down, it was simply to send food to Ziqin.

The speed of these Wudang disciples was extremely fast, and it didn't take long for them to come to the foot of Wudang Mountain, and from a distance, they saw Ziqin sitting there.

The Wudang disciple who was running at the front had a shocked look in his eyes.

They are all the elite of Wudang disciples, they are not stupid, they all know what the current situation is.

Although they are elite, they are no better than the seven swords, and they still have the advantage of being outnumbered, but now, they are tired soldiers, and their enemies are waiting for their work.

Ziqin stood up, a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth.

On Wudang Mountain, he didn't kill the seven swords, but he cut off the tendons of the seven people.

What is the most terrible thing on the rivers and lakes, telling you that it is not death, but abolition.

A peerless swordsman suddenly can't hold a sword anymore, that kind of sadness is by no means something that outsiders can imagine, death is only a moment, not pain, all the sorrow and so on are left to others.

However, when a person is abolished, the pain is his own, and it is the pain of a lifetime.

Those seven people are the pillars of Wudang, naturally there are disciples and good friends, Ziqin has already calculated that someone will follow them.

Ziqin also calculated that they would never chase after them at the first time, and they would definitely be a little slower.

Because Wudang is a famous and decent family, this kind of sect will always cover up its ugliness a little, even if they want to kill someone, they will definitely find a reason, for example, the person they want to kill is a certain demon or something.

Of course, Ziqin is not sure that the Wudang of this world is like this, and in fact, not all famous and decent families are bad, just like Shaolin in the white-haired world, just like Shaolin in the smiling world, just like Wudang in the world of Yitian.

In fact, Ziqin's waiting is only incidental, if he waits for someone to come, he will kill, and if he can't wait, he will count.

This time, Ziqin was waiting for someone.

Slaughter, one-sided slaughter, those disciples who came from Wudang were powerful, but how could they beat Ziqin's sword, not to mention, those Wudang disciples were all tired to death.

Ziqin's long sword crisscrossed among many Wudang disciples, and each sword would kill one person.

This is not the first time Ziqin has killed a Wudang disciple, nor is it the first time he has killed someone, but it is the first time that Ziqin has deliberately accumulated a killing aura.

Ziqin could feel the sword in his hand moaning, it seemed that when he was hungry and thirsty, he suddenly drank the groan of Ganquan, and with this moaning, Ziqin's swordsmanship became smoother and smoother.

Ziqin could feel that his spirit was quickly solidifying, and the three merged into one, and solidified into a stronger momentum.

The fierceness in Ziqin's eyes was gradually fading.

Back to basics, many times it is not by recuperation, but by the accumulation of years, and more often it is by blood that covers the light.

Back to basics, it's not the darkness after the blood coagulation that obscures the former sharpness.

It's just that even if that kind of sharpness is hidden, it does not eliminate the edge, but becomes more secretive, more powerful, and more dangerous.

Thirty-six, forty-two, forty-five, forty-eight.

Finally, the Wudang disciples who chased down died forty-eight, and only one person remained.

Ziqin put away the sword, and he looked at this Wudang disciple lightly.

"Tell your boss, don't force me again, otherwise I'm going to let Wudang destroy the door."

Ziqin's voice was not high, and his tone was not harsh, but the young man was stunned, he staggered back a few steps, and suddenly the long sword fell to the ground, and the whole person rushed towards Wudang Mountain.

Ziqin looked at the young man's back and shook his head slightly, a person who even discarded his own sword, I am afraid that it will be impossible to become a swordsman in the future.

After all, not everyone in this world is Yan Shisan and Xie Sanshao, and they can all find a higher and deeper sword path by dropping their swords......

A killing, although Ziqin condensed his spirit, but he also felt a little tired, he turned around, stretched his waist and casually picked the road at the foot of the mountain and walked, he now desperately wanted to find a restaurant, take a hot bath, and then drink two glasses.

A swordsman shouldn't drink too much, but the first time Ziqin learned the sword, he met Lu Xiaofeng, an alcoholic, that is, the snake king had already quit drinking, but when he met Lu Xiaofeng, he could only open the ring.

A person who has just fought is often numb and too lazy to walk, Ziqin is no exception, the road he chose is not difficult to walk, but after only a few steps, Ziqin has already imagined that a carriage can appear.

Just as many people who walk for a long time have fantasized about being able to appear in a car in front of them to take them for a ride, Ziqin also fantasizes about it.

Most of the time this kind of fantasy is basically fantasy, but Ziqin didn't expect him to think like this just now, and the sound of a carriage running behind him was already sounding.

Ziqin Huoran turned around, his eyes widening.

All wishes come true, it is absolutely incredible that a carriage appears when you fantasize about a carriage, but what is even more incredible is that the driver is actually a woman, a very beautiful woman.

It was a woman in her twenties, with a very thin face, but it was not flawless, but there were a few freckles on the tip of her nose.

This should be extremely destructive to beauty, but the growth on the tip of this woman's nose adds a bit of purity to her.

With this woman's picturesque face and the green hair, it is enough to arouse the admiration of any man.

Ziqin is also a man, although he is clean and self-conscious, but he is also stunned when he encounters such a superlative, and in this moment, the carriage has stopped beside him.

"Hurry."

The woman leaned over to speak, and a faint fragrance wafted into Ziqin's nose.

"Catch ............"

Ziqin already felt a wave of dizziness when he said a word, much like he was drunk in Xinghua Village, but he knew that this was definitely not drunk.

"Good Smell"

Ziqin insisted on raising his head, suddenly showing a smile at the woman, and then the whole person fell straight to the back.

"I thought he was a ruthless man, but I didn't want to be a pervert."

The woman was slightly stunned, then smiled and said to herself, she jumped out of the carriage and carried Ziqin into the carriage casually.

Then the carriage walked down the avenue in a graceful way.

In the carriage, the wheels only moved, but Ziqin had already woken up.

This woman's fragrance is obviously excellent, if it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that they will fall asleep just by smelling it, and they will not wake up for a long, long time, but Ziqin is different.

After opening the world mission, Ziqin's body was filled with majestic Northern Darkness True Qi, so even the best secret medicine in the world could only make Ziqin faint a little.

Originally, he had woken up when the woman picked up Ziqin, but when he found out that he was being thrown into the carriage, Ziqin had already decided to continue to faint......

It's always better to travel on four legs and two wheels than on two legs.

The carriage was not fast, and it was obvious that the woman was a very experienced coachman, and Ziqin couldn't help but be curious, who in this world could afford such a beautiful coachman.

It's hard to imagine this question, but fortunately, Ziqin is not a person who drills the horns of the bull, and fortunately, Ziqin soon knew the answer.

When the curtain of the carriage was lifted, Ziqin saw a small courtyard, a big house, and a group of people, a group of people led by a woman, this woman Ziqin was not a stranger, but this woman was Murong Qiudi.

Even if you have read the original book, you know how ruthless and poisonous this woman is, but when this woman stands in front of her, Ziqin still has to admit that this woman is definitely the best choice in terms of demeanor and appearance.

What made Ziqin sigh even more was that this woman bowed to him extremely respectfully when she saw her.

Anyone who is bowed by such a woman may not be in a bad mood, but Ziqin is the only exception, because this bow made Ziqin see Yan Dan worshiping Jing Ke, which is simply a bow to beg you to die.

"I think you already know why I worship you."

Murong Qiudi's voice was extremely moving, and her eyes were also extremely bright, but the words she said were very incomprehensible.

However, Ziqin already understood.

"You want me to kill Xie Sanshao."

Ziqin spoke slowly, word by word.

He is not Yan Thirteen, he will not be coaxed by Murong Qiu Di as easily as Yan Thirteen, and in fact, this woman has no intention of coaxing him, from the beginning this woman told the truth.

"Actually, even if I don't ask for it, you will have to fight Xie Sanshao sooner or later."

Murong Qiudi's voice was still beautiful, but Ziqin had already smiled bitterly.

In fact, what this woman said was indeed the truth, he was the same as Yan Shisan, and sooner or later he was going to fight with Xie Sanshao.

Whether it is the system requirements, or his own choice, he and Xie Sanshao will definitely fight, they are the strongest swordsmen in the world, if they don't compete, they will regret it for life.

"Your swordsmanship is not as good as Xie Sanshao, or even as good as Yan Thirteen, but your potential is not lower than them, they are strong because they have practiced swordsmanship since childhood, and they are the strongest swordsmanship in the world, but you are different, although Dian Cang's swordsmanship is strong, it will never be able to surpass Yan Thirteen's fourteenth sword, and it will never be as good as the divine sword of Shenjian Villa."

Murong Qiudi's words seemed to mean something, and a faint suspicion had flashed in Ziqin's eyes, he heard that Murong Qiudi had something to say, but he couldn't believe his guess, because it was a bit bizarre.

After experiencing so many worlds, Ziqin never thought of himself as the protagonist, but the meaning revealed in Murong Qiudi's words was something that only the protagonist could enjoy.

"But your swordsmanship is inclusive, you have seen Yan Thirteen's swordsmanship, if you have more swordsmanship in your swordsmanship, you have seen Xie Sanshao's swordsmanship, so your swordsmanship has more swordsmanship Xie Sanshao's swordsmanship, you have included all the swordsmanship you have seen in your own swordsmanship, if you can see enough, strong enough swordsmanship, then you will definitely be able to defeat any swordsman in the world."

Murong Qiudi's voice continued to sound, but Ziqin's eyes widened, this woman, although she hadn't seen through the existence of the basic swordsmanship, she had already seen through the source of his Ziqin's martial arts.

It's just that this woman's words made Ziqin more inclined to his previous guess that this woman was actually planning to give him swordsmanship.

"Your current swordsmanship is naturally not as good as Yan Thirteen and Xie Sanshao, but if you can get one or two more peerless swordsmanship, then you will definitely be able to beat Xie Sanshao, for example, if you get the two-handed swordsmanship of Jing Wusheng back then, and then for example, the Huifeng Dancing Willow Sword of Bashan Gu Daoren, or the swordsmanship of the seven great sword schools in the world."

Murong Qiudi's words were by no means more beautiful than before, nor louder than before, but Ziqin was already stunned.

He looked at Murong Qiudi stupidly, he couldn't help but be stupid, those cheats that Murong Qiudi spit out at the end just now, every book that fell into the rivers and lakes was a bloody storm.

But Murong Qiudi was determined to give him all those secret books.

This is probably the fate of the legendary protagonist.

For a while, Ziqin didn't know what to say.

"You're really not afraid that I'll kill him."

It was dull for a long time, but Ziqin just spit out this sentence.

This sentence seems to be a bit incredible, Murong Qiudi hates Xie Sanshao to the bone, if Ziqin really kills it, it will only make Murong Qiudi excited and happy, where will he be afraid.

It's an incredible question.

However, Murong Qiudi's expression was already stunned, the momentum of her previous eloquent talk had disappeared, and a trace of loneliness had appeared in her eyes.

"Do you know what is the most painful thing about a woman?"

Murong Qiudi suddenly spoke.

"If a woman is willing to have a child for a man, it means that the woman really loves that man, but if a woman uses her child as a tool to take revenge on the child's father, it represents the woman's hatred, do you know what I mean?"

Murong Qiudi didn't answer her own question before, but Ziqin didn't want to know the answer anymore.

A woman can hate to such an extent, why should she be asked to recall the source of hatred again.

Ziqin didn't want to, and didn't dare to let Murong Qiudi recall, this woman had already fallen into the devil, and if she suffered again, she might be destroyed with the whole world in her arms.

What's more, it doesn't matter what the answer is, what matters is that the woman will give him those cheats, those cheats that every swordsman dreams of.

Ziqin is not a good person, and he has no feelings for Xie Sanshao.

If this world had to say that there was a swordsman he admired, it would be Yan Thirteen.

In Ziqin's heart, the highest level of sword moves is the fifteenth sword of the thirteen deadly swords, and that move is already the ultimate in skill, and it is already the extreme of exhausting sword moves.

Many times, Ziqin didn't know whether he admired Yan Thirteen or the fifteen swords.

Even many times, Ziqin has an impulse, that is, he will be the fifteenth sword for a while, and he will be a swordsmanship that should not belong to the world.

A swordsman, if he can die under that kind of sword move, I'm afraid it is also a kind of happiness.

"I'm afraid you're running out of time."

These were the words when Murong Qiudi sent those secret books, and after this sentence ended, only Ziqin and those sword books were left in the entire empty room.

(To be continued)