After the Pegasus Ranch meeting, Meng Xunzhen and Kou Zhong returned to Luoyang together. As soon as they entered the city, the Jingnian Monastery sent a monk to deliver the news that the Lord of the Buddha had decided to meet Meng Xunzhen's challenge and gamble with Ning Zhenren after consulting with Ning Zhenren, and the venue was set at the Jingnian Monastery, and the time would be on the first day of the next lunar month ten days later.

At the moment of the war, the opponent was Ning Daoqi, who was known as the first person in the Central Plains, and Meng Xunzhen naturally did not dare to slack off, and after meeting and saying hello to his old friends in Luoyang, he announced a retreat to adjust his body and mind to the best state before the decisive battle. Kou Zhong had a lot of military affairs to do, but Xu Ziling was an idler, so he volunteered to protect Meng Xunzhen.

On the ninth day, Meng Xunzhen broke through, but he no longer continued to work hard, but got rid of Xu Ziling and got him a section of precious rosewood core material about four feet long, as thick as an arm, and of good material, took out the incomparable crape myrtle soft sword as a tool, sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, and started carpentry work.

Although Xu Ziling on the side was a little strange, he didn't ask anything, but just sat quietly on another stone bench and watched. In his eyes, Meng Xunzhen's action of swinging the sword and cutting wood was natural, and with each swing of the sword, the angle, weight, strength, and speed all changed subtly and wonderfully with his mind, perfectly realizing his vision before swinging the sword.

As scattered pieces of wood chips fell to the ground, the wood gradually took shape under Meng Xunzhen's sword. When he put away the crape myrtle soft sword, he was already holding a wooden sword with a simple shape.

"Ziling, what do you think of this sword?" Meng Xunzhen turned his head and smiled at Xu Ziling, and handed over the wooden sword with his backhand.

Xu Ziling stretched out his hand to take the wooden sword, and when he looked at it, he saw that the head and tail of the sword were three feet and four inches long, the root of the sword body was about three fingers wide, and the sword spine in the middle line was about one finger thick. The blade of the sword gradually narrows and thins upwards, reaching the top, which is about two fingers wide. The spine of the sword is about half a finger thick. The tip of the sword is not a narrow and acutely angled shape like a normal sword, but a semicircle full of archaic meaning. There is no gauntlet at the tip of the hilt that connects the sword, and the shape is extremely simple, just a flat cylindrical shape. On the blood-ochre surface of the wooden sword, there are fine twisted wood grains distributed according to some mysterious law, which is heavy and elegant.

"Good sword!" Xu Ziling sighed in admiration, suddenly closed his eyes, and the two fingers of his left hand gently brushed over the sword, and said dreamily, "The surface of this sword is simple and unpretentious. In fact, every trace of chopping condenses Brother Xunzhen's understanding of swordsmanship, and it is nothing more than that! I couldn't put it down for a long time before I opened my eyes and exchanged the wooden sword with some reluctance.

Meng Xunzhen took the sword in his hand with a smile, and swung it casually and stabbed a few times, only to feel that this wooden sword seemed to be connected to his own flesh and blood, it was simply a part of his limbs, and it was indescribably handy between operations. It's a wonderful feeling that the few magic weapons he has used in the past can't give him.

"In the battle of the Pure Mind Zen Temple, I will use this sword to meet Ning Daoqi's 'Eight Fights' for a while!"

The next day, in the square in front of the bronze hall of the Pure Nian Temple, two groups of people arrived as promised. Meng Xunzhen is here, except for Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling to accompany him. There is also Song Que, who is burdened with the "Heavenly Sword" Song Que, who personally pressed the formation; On the other side, standing with Concubine Xuan and Likong was an old man with a crown and a nun who could not hide her peerless appearance despite being dressed in a tie robe.

Meng Xunzhen, Song Que, who had the highest rank on their side, stepped forward first, and he greeted the old man first, and said, "Brother Ning Dao." Then he turned to the nun. A complicated look appeared on his handsome face, and he said, "Has Qinghui finally come out of the mountain?" ”

Even if there is no Song Que's two titles, Meng Xunzhen and Kou Xu have already guessed the identities of these two people - "Sanzhenren" Ning Daoqi and Cihang Jingzhai contemporary Zhai Fan Qinghui.

Waiting for Song Que to meet the other party, the ceremony was over. Meng Xunzhen and the three of them then stepped forward to see each other. After greeting each other, the others consciously retreated to the back, leaving only Ning Daoqi and Meng Xunzhen, the two main masters.

Ning Daoqi smiled at Meng Xunzhen and said, "I heard that Xiaoyou used 1,563 moves to solve Bi Xuan, but I don't know how many moves I plan to use to kill Lao Dao today?" ”

Meng Xunzhen smiled indifferently and said, "How about a move?" ”

Ning Daoqi was stunned, and asked happily instead of being angry: "Xiaoyou actually looks up to Lao Dao so much?" ”

Meng Xunzhen said: "Bi Xuan has enjoyed honor on the prairie for a long time, and he has long been trapped by the lock of fame, and the name of 'Wuzun' is actually difficult to deserve. And although Ning Zhenren has entered the world, the younger generation only sees the peace and purity of a child in your eyes, so you decided to pay tribute to the real person with your strongest sword. But there is an ugly saying that the younger generation wants to say in front, this sword is really a collection of my swordsmanship essence, and the power is so great that it is difficult for the younger generation to control it. With a sword shot, you and I will have our own destiny in life and death. ”

Ning Daoqi said with a smile: "Zi said, 'Chaowen Dao, you can die at night', you can witness Xiaoyou's peerless swordsmanship, although the old Taoist is dead, what is the regret?" ”

"Even so, forgive the juniors for being rude and offended!" The wooden sword on his back appeared in his palm, and Meng Xunzhen's left and right fingers were pinched into a sword trick and pressed on his right wrist, and he slowly raised the sword to his chest, and stabbed it towards Ning Daoqi. The sword was straight, but the blade slowly rotated in the air with the flip of the wrist. Looking at the castration of the wooden sword, it should have been exactly a full rotation when it stabbed in front of Ning Daoqi's body.

At the same time as the sword was drawn, the Yin and Yang Qi that had been perfected in the sea of Qi in Meng Xunzhen's body surged out without reservation, and injected into the wooden sword along the meridians of his right arm. Because the two true qi, one yin and one yang, have always maintained an extremely delicate balance, even though its power is incredibly huge, it has never damaged this relatively fragile wooden sword.

The wooden sword, infused with a large amount of Yin and Yang True Qi, gave birth to a terrifying vision, and the original purple-red sword body became dark like the deepest night on one side, constantly devouring the surrounding light while exuding a bone-chilling aura, while the other side turned incandescent like the hottest flame, constantly spewing out dazzling white light while emitting a scorching high temperature. Darkness and light move together with the slowly rotating sword body, and at the same time blend with each other, turning into yin and yang, and yang and yin, forming a perfect Taiji.

This sword is Meng Xunzhen's fusion of the two major killing moves of "Desert Lonely Smoke Straight" and "Long River Sunset" after the completion of the two qi of yin and yang, and the power is even more powerful than the "Five Elements Trapping Immortal Sword" evolved from the true qi of the five elements.

At the moment when Meng Xunzhen took out his sword, the two sides watching the battle changed color together. Only Ning Daoqi, who was facing this sword, still maintained a calm smile on his face, and a pair of eyes that were as deep as the sea and clear as a stream showed inexplicable joy, but it was a bit like an innocent naughty boy looking at his beloved toy. He let out a long, high-pitched laugh from his mouth and said loudly, "Good sword!" Good swordsmanship! What a 'Sword Fairy'! ”

A pair of slender and well-proportioned, white jade-like palms poked out from the wide sleeves, and in a very short period of time, they evolved eight moves leisurely and calmly but extremely quickly, but in the end, they gave up all the changes, turned into the simplest palms together, and clamped the wooden sword that Meng Xunzhen stabbed in front of him.

The moment the sword palms touched, the darkness and white light above Meng Xun's real wooden sword skyrocketed tenfold, completely engulfing his and Ning Daoqi's bodies. (To be continued......)