Guo Ao's pupils gradually contracted, and the radiating gaze pierced Ling Baohe's face like a needle, and said word by word: "You know me?" ”

The purple atmosphere in Ling Baohe's eyes swirled like a cloud of smoke, turning Guo Ao's gaze away: "As long as it is a master with a sword, I will look at it very carefully." ”

Guo Ao said: "And then? ”

Ling Baohe said lightly: "Then kill it under the sword!" ”

A smile slowly spread across Guo Ao's face. Sneer. "You've seen me too?"

Ling Baohe said: "The top of Songshan Mountain, the temple of Shaolin, I watched it for a whole hour. ”

Guo Ao said: "Then why didn't you come to kill me?" ”

Ling Baohe shook his head, his gaze finally retracted, and he looked at the roof of the tea house: "Your battle with the Ten Sect Masters can be called a classic. The Ten Sect Masters are also famous figures in the rivers and lakes, and when they fought in the middle of the Thirty Great Kou in the Tiao Mountain, they retreated with their whole bodies, but you could not come out with a sword, and you could force him to death with sword qi alone. I have killed many famous swordsmen, but none of them have your attainments. ”

Guo Ao's eyes shook and he said, "What do you use to kill?" ”

Ling Baohe said solemnly: "Sword!" ”

In the sound of a bang, a cold blue light flashed out, lying between the two. The sword light flashed several times, turning into a pool of autumn water, shining and flickering, condensing in Ling Baohe's hand.

The sword aura overflowed, but Guo Ao didn't move, and he didn't even blink his eyes. Ling Baohe couldn't help but show a look of appreciation, his hand shook suddenly, and the long sword was gently placed on the table.

"This is my sword, whose name is 'Qinghe', and it has been with me for seven years."

Guo Ao's eyes were fixed on the sword, and he sighed for a long time: "Good sword!" ”

Ling Baohe said leisurely: "Can you see it? ”

Guo Ao said: "A sword that can kill people is a good sword, there is resentment on this sword, and hundreds of people must have been killed, how can it not be said that it is a good sword?" ”

Ling Baohe nodded and said, "That makes sense." Brother Guo's sword, what about it? ”

Guo Ao said: "You want to see my sword?" ”

Ling Baohe nodded again.

Guo Ao shook his head and said: "My sword never comes out lightly, and I will see blood when I come out!" ”

Ling Baohe said: "The head is here, the blood is in the cavity, Brother Guo can swing the sword at any time!" ”

Guo Ao's eyes suddenly lit up, he looked at Ling Baohe coldly, and said, "Good, good!" His hand slowly reached out, and when it came out, it was empty, and by the time he put it on the table, he already held a dark sword. The form of the sword was extremely clumsy, and the blade of the sword was devoid of light, like a piece of charred wood, but it was extremely cold.

Ling Baohe stood more than a foot away, and he could still feel the chill emanating from the sword's body.

There are no carvings on the hilt or shaft of the sword, and they are not visible. The world's famous swords, which have killed a lot of people, also have a kind of deterrent power, so naturally they no longer need to rely on secular tricks to dazzle.

Dancing Sun Sword!

Since the battle of Dongting Lake, no one in the rivers and lakes knows this sword, and no one wants to have this sword!

Ling Baohe smiled: "My Qinghe sword was cast by Chang'an swordsmith Tie Ling for three hours, Tie Ling is not a famous swordsman in the rivers and lakes, and the materials used to cast the sword are only ordinary steel, but seven years later, Zhong Shizi rated the world's famous swords, but it was listed in the eleventh place." Ten years ago, the Wuyang Sword ranked first in the world, but now it is only the twelfth, and I don't want to see it. ”

Guo Ao's face did not move at all, and said, "What do you want to see?" ”

Ling Baohe said with a smile: "If this Wuyang Sword is held in Changkong's hands, I will definitely run for my life to see it, even if I lose my head, it will be worth it." But now, I'm not even interested in mentioning it. ”

Guo Ao's pupils gradually contracted, and his voice was as cold as the Wuyang Sword: "Are you saying that this sword is in my hand and is no longer worthy of your look?" ”

The sword aura exuded from his body was like the wind of nine autumns, confronting Ling Baohe from afar, as long as he answered a wrong word, Guo Ao's thunderous attack was bound to strike, and that shot would definitely change the color of the wind and clouds, and no one dared to doubt this.

The name of the sword god is not called in vain.

But Ling Baohe already smiled leisurely: "The Wuyang Sword is no longer visible, but what about Brother Guo's own sword?" ”

Guo Ao was stunned and said, "My own sword? ”

Ling Baohe sighed: "Although the Wuyang Sword is good, it only belongs to the sky, if Brother Guo doesn't even understand this truth, then I will come in vain." ”

Guo Ao didn't look at him anymore, his gaze came out of the window of the tea house, and cast it into the empty and dim mountain shadow. "My own sword ......" There was a bit of a trance in his voice, and his expression suddenly became mysterious and complicated!

His hand slowly lifted and placed it on the tea table.

Qinghe Sword is just like the person who holds the crane, it looks ordinary, but it has its own style of a divine horse, shining like the rising sun. Under its illumination, the Dancing Yang Sword seemed twilight and hesitant, as if facing the old man of the young man, only the glorious past, but there was no future. The only brilliance it has is also like an envious eye, staring at the vigorous vitality of the Qinghe Sword.

But as soon as Guo Ao's hand was placed on the tea table, this pattern immediately changed.

It was an ordinary hand, broad, dry, with very sparse bones, and a thick callus had been sharpened in the palm due to the long holding of the hilt of the sword. The hands are not tidy, and the dust along the way has made it stained with dust, just like Guo Ao's prodigal son.

But it is bold, stable, grandiose, and strong. When placed on the table, it is like an unhammered piece of dark iron, and when it is carved slightly, it will bloom with peerless elegance.

Guo Ao looked at Ling Baohe coldly: "I only have one sword, if you really want to see it, then there is only this hand left!" ”

Ling Baohe's gaze was condensed on Guo Ao's hand, and the purple qi in his eyes flowed, and he said, "Good sword!" His eyes gradually became excited, and the fierce sword qi in his whole body couldn't help but poke out. For a while, the little tea house was filled with the ubiquitous sword qi, and it shook endlessly.

Suddenly, Guo Ao's fingers were slightly wrong, and he let out a loud dragon groan.

Ling Baohe Huo Ran stood up straight and said with a smile: "Brother Guo really didn't disappoint me. ”

Guo Ao slowly withdrew his hand and said quietly, "What else do you want to see?" Would you like to see my swordsmanship? ”

Ling Baohe smiled and shook his head, "It's a pity that my duty is not to kill you, so I can't use my sword." I just want to have a pot of morning tea here, why doesn't Brother Guo let me be quiet for a while? ”

Guo Ao was silent for a moment and said, "Just drinking a pot of morning tea?" ”

Ling Baohe said leisurely: "After seeing Brother Guo's famous sword, I have no murderous aura today, and the rest is only bookish qi." You can boil two pots of good tea and pour it. As he spoke, he grabbed the teapot on the table and poured it into his mouth. The tea poured so rapidly down his face that he was drenched all over.

Ling Baohe put the teapot down, and suddenly fell on the desk and cried bitterly.

Guo Ao was dumbfounded, and he didn't know why he was so sad.

Ling Baohe cried for a while, then suddenly stood up and said, "The ancients couldn't help crying bitterly whenever they went to a place where the mountains and rivers were beautiful. I have seen the famous sword in the world, and I have often cried like one of the ancients. Brother Guo, don't be surprised. As he spoke, he walked outside.

The lilac robe on his body was embroidered with fluttering butterflies, and under the beautiful sun, they flew like living creatures, hugging him Xiao Xiaoran out.

I only heard a long chant from afar: "Looking for the fragrance and watching the sunset, the autumn light and the mountains are slight." The toibis envy the fish bent and sleepy, and the yellow oriole flies ...... because of the harmonic wings of the guest" The poem is loud, and it is lost in a blink of an eye. The scene in this tea house seems to be scattered at the end of the song, and there is no trace left.

Guo Ao stared at the teapot that Ling Baohe put down, speechless for a long time. Although this person is wild and uninhibited, his cultivation is extremely high, and he has tried his sword qi several times, but he can't measure his martial arts. If you fight him one day, what are the chances of winning?

Wuyang Sword and Qinghe Sword, who can live up to the name of the sword?

Guo Ao suddenly lost his confidence in his heart.

Looking up at the peak of Wudang, he suddenly realized that this trip was probably another bloody storm. At that moment, he did not dare to stay any longer, and hurriedly ate some beef patties, but he did not dare to drink, and immediately went up the mountain.

Wudang Mountain is no less than a room, the air is much more humid, light clothes are stained with clouds, and it is dyed lightly damp by the slanting light lan in the mountain. Guo Ao didn't care about admiring the boundless mountain scenery, so he drove with all his strength and strode to the top of the mountain. After a short time, he arrived at the front gate of the Zixiao Palace of the Wudang Sect.

I saw light smoke curling in the palace, and it was peaceful. Countless disciples conducted their morning classes in an orderly manner, and there was nothing unusual in the slightest. Guo Ao felt slightly relieved, and said to the two little Taoist priests on duty in front of the door: "The two senior brothers are invited." In Xia Guo Ao, entrusted by the monks of Shaolin Temple, he asked to see the head of the Qingxu Dao. ”

The little Taoist priest on the left pursed his mouth and said, "Ask to see the master?" You're not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue! The golden body of the master, but can you see it casually? ”

Guo Ao frowned, he has been wandering the rivers and lakes for many years, reading a lot of people, seeing that the little Taoist priest is difficult, he doesn't think it's strange, and still said: "I am entrusted by the monks of Shaolin Temple, and I must see the master." ”

The little Taoist priest said: "Shaolin Temple monk? What is the name of the law? ”

Guo Ao was stunned, the situation was critical that day, how could he have the spare time to ask the old monk's Dharma name? I thought it must be a Zen master of the "bitter" generation in the temple, so I replied honestly: "I don't know the name of the monk, I think it must be the Zen master of the 'bitter' generation." ”

The two little Taoist priests looked at each other and laughed: "I see that you have taken faint medicine, and you don't even know the Dharma name, so you dare to come here to defraud?" Hurry up and go away, make Dao Ye angry, and a burst of old punches will knock you down the mountain! ”

Guo Ao said angrily: "Shaolin Temple is endangered, I am here to move the rescuers!" If it's delayed, can you afford it? ”

The two little Taoist priests were stunned, and suddenly burst out laughing again: "Shaolin Temple is endangered? Do you still want to say that the Demon Sect has killed us at the foot of Wudang Mountain, and even our Wudang Sect is no longer protected? ”

Guo Ao nodded solemnly and said, "Exactly!" I just met a master of the Tianluo Sect in the tea house at the bottom of the mountain, and I must not be on guard on Wudang Mountain. ”

The two little priests laughed even louder.

Guo Ao said angrily: "You don't believe me? I have a token! He took out the token given to him by the black-clothed old monk of Shaolin Temple from his arms and handed it over. When the little Taoist priest saw that he said solemnly, he didn't dare to believe it too much, so he took it and took a look, and couldn't help laughing even more!

I saw that the thing was rusty, black, and bladeless, like a scrapped wood knife. It is said to be a firewood knife, but it is much smaller, just like a toy that a child uses to cut yellow mud and chop weeds when he is at home, and it has rotted to the point that it is not visible, and it seems that it will be broken into thin slices when it is pinched, as if it has just been picked out of the garbage heap.

The little Taoist priests held each other's fists and beat them desperately, even happier than seeing shadow puppetry! The little Taoist priest on the left barely endured it for a moment and said, "This is your token?" He shook his hand and threw the rusty knife into the cliff beside him!

Guo Ao roared angrily, his body was pulled up in the air, and he threw himself towards the rapidly falling rusty knife! The cliff was extremely high, and his body was like a meteor, and in an instant it sank away.

The two little Taoist priests were slightly stunned, they didn't expect him to jump off the cliff for a rusty knife. But it was so ridiculous that they didn't even consider the possibility of it being true.

Perhaps, turmoil is the mainstream of the rivers and lakes, and there is no sect that can transcend it and calm down for a hundred years, even Shaolin and Wudang!

The two little Taoist priests repeated Guo Ao's joke to each other, and the more they talked, the louder they became. There was a loud bang on the cliff of the sudden land, the rocks flew violently, and a figure flew into the sky. The two little Taoist priests were taken aback, and before they could react, a bolt of lightning suddenly exploded on the figure's body, and it slashed towards the gate of Zixiao Palace in the air!

The gate is about two zhang high, is made of extremely thick rosewood sandwiched with iron plates, extremely tough, is the Wudang faction and Shaolin and other five factions together to break the conspiracy of the Tianluo sect at the foot of Wudang Mountain, the then ancestor Tiemu Dao people erected. Although it has been stormy for a hundred years, it is still extremely strong. Those two little Taoist priests couldn't have imagined that anyone would swing a sword at this mountain gate!

But seeing that the sword light was like an angry dragon circling, the thousands of silky light and cold lightning aroused were like the scale armor of the heavenly dragon, and the sound of wind and thunder burst into the air and roared, and the heavenly rain poured down like Han water! When he landed, the earth shook, and the huge mountain gate was split in half by this sword, and he stood upright!

The two little Taoist priests were dizzy, their mouths opened wide, and they could no longer speak.

Guo Ao tossed in the air and fell to the ground, his face was full of anger! After a night of Shaolin bloodshed, several days of running around the rivers and lakes, and finally came to Wudang Mountain, but he was ridiculed by the little Taoist, and he couldn't help but explode!

Seeing Guo Ao's cold gaze swept over, the two little Taoist priests had weak legs and couldn't help but sit on the ground. Guo Ao looked back at the misty incense mist rising in Zixiao Palace, his body rose in the air, and shot towards the mountain!

The two little Taoist priests were frightened, hurriedly ran to the inside of the mountain gate, picked up the chime hammer and knocked it desperately. This is the alarm of the enemy's attack, and the chime is in chaos, and the entire Zixiao Palace is immediately alarmed!

Guo Ao's figure was just raised, and he heard an angry shout: "Who is a madman, dare to go to Wudang Mountain to spread wild!" Several figures flew through the air and rushed towards him.

Guo Ao's body remained unchanged, and the sword qi in his palm swirled, turning into a curtain of light and striking down. How do you know that the kung fu of those people is extremely high, Guo Ao knocked one person to the ground with one palm, and the other people each split a palm in the void, and the palm qi struck, and the body shook in the air, and Guo Ao's sword move flashed and outflanked him. The figure in the distance swayed, the yellow crown and black bun couldn't help but loom, and more Taoists rushed over.

Guo Ao's heart was irritable, gathered his true qi, and roared angrily: "Where is the Qingxu Daoist? Sword God Guo Ao asks to see! He knew that the Shaolin faction couldn't say anything about the destruction of the sect for a while, so it was better to show his identity.

He roared out, and the people of the Dao exclaimed in surprise. The number of the Sword God has spread widely in the rivers and lakes, although there are not many people who have seen Guo Ao's true face, but there are many who know the Sword God. The Wudang faction is also famous for its swords, and it is even more famous for the sword gods.

Suddenly, he heard someone say: "What about the sword god?" Breaking into Wudang is still death! ”

Guo Ao was furious, he was originally a reckless person, relying on a long sword, he had never been despised for many years walking in the rivers and lakes. At this time, he was running for the lifeblood of martial arts, but he had to be damaged by these people who tried his best to protect, and this anger was really not trivial.

When he squinted, he saw a young Taoist standing there with a long sword in his hand, with a cold and arrogant face. He didn't know Guo Ao, but Guo Ao recognized him as the head of the Seven Shows of Lingshan Mountain, the elder brother of the "Ling" generation. This person became famous at a young age, and he appointed himself the number one swordsman in the world, and he had long wanted to make an appointment with Guo Ao and win the name of the sword god. It's just that although he is enthusiastic, Guo Ao is not interested, and today is the first time they have met.

Guo Ao sneered: "Who can kill me? ”

Suddenly, a palm swept out. Everyone felt a strong wind blowing in their faces, and they involuntarily retreated and dodged. Guo Ao shouted: "I'll kill you first!" The body jumped up abruptly and rushed towards the Spiritual Confusion.

Lingchao subconsciously took out his sword to block, but when he saw a chaotic image in front of him, full of Guo Ao's afterimages flashing at high speed, he couldn't help but be taken aback, he never thought that people's speed could be so high! Frightened, he displayed his famous sword technique "Five Dragons Flying Star", and the tip of the sword rippled with five waves of cold light, each clustered into a bowl-sized ball, and covered Guo Ao.

This move is also offensive and defensive, is one of the stunts in Wudang swordsmanship, three years ago the spirit of the battle broke the Lingyin's "tide return to the wave", became the first master of the young generation of Wudang faction, since then he has practiced hard, has become his life-saving trick. At this time, he exerted his full strength, but when he saw the cold light shining into his eyes, it was like five jade dragons flying in the air, reflecting the sunlight falling from the clouds, green and forested, and the sword aura was sparse, and he was really proud of the world.

Guo Ao ignored it and still rushed forward. Lingchao was overjoyed, seeing that Guo Ao took one more step, he fell into the intersection of the five sword flowers, and at that time, with the power of the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth that he used wholeheartedly, he would be reunited again, and even if Guo Ao had the ability to reach the sky, he would definitely break the sword and die!

At the moment when he was about to collide with the sword move, Guo Ao's figure suddenly stopped. It was as if he had been turned into stone, so deeply embedded in the earth that he could no longer turn an eye. Ling Chao felt bad in his heart, but his sword moves at this time were already old, and he couldn't stop anymore. Five different colors of cold light are still like electricity, and they are struck by each other!

His entire body was exposed in front of Guo Ao, and there were flaws everywhere.

A look of fear flashed in Ling Chao's eyes!

Guo Ao's right hand suddenly poked out, and a wisp of icy cold qi pointed out, soaring towards the center of the multicolored light cluster formed by the Five Dragons Flying Star. The five clusters of colorful light were condensed by the true qi of the Spiritual Realm, and the five elements had been merged, and the power had suddenly increased several times, but this wisp of cold qi stabbed at it. The cold air itself is dark and dim, not at all inconspicuous, but it is a world-famous dancing sun sword!

The five dragons splashed, the cold flew quickly, and the two were connected together in a flash. As soon as the white, blue, blue, red, and yellow colors encountered an external force, they merged into a black and white intertwined ball, and quickly gathered in the middle.

Hearing Guo Ao shout, the black and swarthy sword body of the Wuyang Sword suddenly turned red, and the cold air of Sen Sen changed into the blazing iron molten gold, and exploded towards the air mass of the Five Dragons Flying Star!

When he landed, a sour sound of cracking gold and jade sounded. Guo Ao's Wuyang Sword suddenly snapped back, flashed again, and still retracted into his sleeve. But when I saw that the ground was shining, it was full of sword bodies that were broken into pieces.

Spirit's face stood there as if it were dead ashes, unable to speak any longer.

Guo Ao said proudly: "Didn't you want to compete with me for a long time? Today is your wish! Stretching out his hand, he grabbed Lingchao's collar and carried him over. At the same time, he used force in his hand, closed his acupoint, lifted his breath, and shouted: "Whoever comes forward, I will kill him!" ”

Seeing that the senior brother was lifted in his hand, the Taoist people did not move, and they didn't dare to get too close, and shouted around Guo Ao: "Let him go!" ”

Guo Ao waved the spirit for a while, and when he saw that all the Taoists were running away, his body jumped up and rushed towards the mountain. The Taoists followed with shouts and shouts. Suddenly, I went to the edge of the sword pool.

Guo Ao's wrist was forced, and Lingqi was thrown out, his body hovered into the air, and he shouted: "Duh! Back off! The Wuyang Sword turned into a flaming Heavenly Fire Meteor, threw it violently from his hand, and plunged straight into the monument of the Sword Solving Pool!

At this time, he shot with all his strength, and the hot wind rolled up by the force of one throw emptied and roared, like a reckless beast, roaring wildly.

The Taoist priests who had a slightly lower cultivation level immediately felt dizzy in their minds, and they were unsettled, and they were staggered back by the wind howl of the sword. Those who have a little achievement in the word "spirit", although they can barely stop their bodies, they are also taken by the power of Guo Ao's sword, and they hesitate and dare not move forward. The voices of the people who had just been messed up suddenly fell silent.

Guo Ao urged with all his strength, walked eight steps in the air, caught up with Lingchao's body, still in his hand, and fell to the opposite bank. Suddenly, an old voice said, "Stand back!" Immediately, an incredibly large force swept into the air, instantly disintegrating Guo Ao's talisman sword qi hovering at his side, and attacked him between his heart and lungs.

As soon as Guo Ao connected with that energy, he knew that he couldn't resist it, his body suddenly pulled up, and the strength of his whole body quickly condensed, not excavating a slight, and let the huge palm force push him back. Guo Ao's figure floated in the air for more than a foot before it gradually stopped. He straightened up, stepped on the lotus leaf of the sword pond with both feet, and his face changed!