This person's momentum is calm, and his body is like a mountain.

The tall and burly white-haired Taoist priest with a heavy sword on his back, with a wave of his big hand, more than a dozen Wudang disciples surrounded him, but he didn't make any moves, just a long sword with a cold light shining at him.

Uncle Tai pondered the list of Wudang elders given to him by Sun Yubo, compared them one by one, looked at this tall Taoist priest, and said, "You are Zhuo Chengyun?" ”

Zhuo Chengyun looked Uncle Tai up and down, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, the poor road is Zhuo Chengyun, what kind of person are you, you dare to break into Wudang Mountain at night!" ”

Zhuo Chengyun was born in a scholarly family in Fengyang, Anhui Province, but he was born a freak, much older than an ordinary baby, and his mother died of dystocia. The Zhuo family has always been a scholarly family, but Zhuo Chengyun was born tall and strong, not only does he not like to read, but he is also brave and ruthless, causing trouble everywhere.

He was born with divine power, and when he was twelve years old, he was greedy for play, and he actually lifted the stone lion in front of Fengyang Mansion and paraded it through the streets, so scared that even the officials did not dare to stop it. Zhuo's father was very troubled by this, he didn't like this son very much, and because of the face of his famous family, he could only be severely punished, but to no avail.

It wasn't until Zhuo Chengyun was fifteen years old that the previous head of Wudang, Chi Songzi, traveled here and came to Zhuo's Mansion as a guest, but found that there was a tall boy in the courtyard carrying a big stone lion to play. Chi Songzi looked at it carefully and found that this child's bones were different from ordinary people, and it was a good material for martial arts, so his heart of love for talent suddenly rose.

Asked about the reason for the child outside Zhuo's father, Zhuo's father complained bitterly, but Chi Songzi smiled slightly, walked out of the door, and brushed a few times on the bluestone slab he was carrying with a whisk. The slate turned into pieces at once, and there were two clear footprints on the slab under his feet.

Zhuo Chengyun, who had never been convinced, was stunned all of a sudden, and Zhuo's father saw that the head of Wudang was interested in this son, so he hurriedly gave a big gift and asked him to accept Zhuo Chengyun as an apprentice.

After Zhuo Chengyun entered the Wudang faction, his martial arts improved rapidly under the master's tutelage, and his personality was slightly restrained. Akamatsuko in order to change his manic temper. Deliberately cast a huge heavy sword, and asked him to carry it every day, the sword did not leave his body, change his manic temper, and exercise his cultivation, Zhuo Chengyun lived up to expectations, and indeed practiced a superb heavy sword method.

At this time, Uncle Tai fought with swords, although it was difficult to defeat four hands, and he was hit by a few moves. However, with the help of "Flying Flocculent Strength" and the body protection of "Nine Dragons Lion Gong", it was only a few tears in the robe, but it did not affect it.

Uncle Tai nodded slightly: "Zhuo Chengyun, although Lao Tzu didn't make a special trip to find you today." But I also heard that you are one of the five masters of the Wudang Sect, and the ranking is only after your head Mu Daoren, I want to see if you are worthy of your name. ”

Zhuo Chengyun laughed: "You broke into Wudang Mountain at night and started killing." I still want to fight with the poor road, I think you're tired of it. If there is any martial arts, they are not the opponents of the poor way. What is there to compare it to. ”

Uncle Tai decided to muddy the pond water, and his face turned cold: "Isn't there anything to compare?" Lao Tzu broke into Wudang Mountain at night, like a no-man's land, you look at the corpses in that place, which one is not your Wudang person! Look down on my martial arts. You Wudang is really a joke! "He must now provoke the other party, create the conditions for fighting alone, solve the other party as soon as possible, and if the other party is entangled, there will be more masters coming later. That would be a place of no return.

Zhuo Chengyun said coldly: "Poor Dao is undeniable that you can break into Wudang Mountain at night and hurt many of my disciples, and you have some skills, but our Wudang has been inherited for hundreds of years, and it is not comparable to your juggling skills." Since you want to challenge the poor road, give you this opportunity, you all spread out for me, and the poor road will fight a fair battle with him! ”

The Wudang disciples who came up around got out of the way one after another, vacating a large space.

Uncle Tai smiled disdainfully, his hand moved slightly, and he sucked at the stainless steel long sword on the ground, and slowly appeared in his hand, the long sword pointed at Zhuo Chengyun and said, "Come and die, let you see the swordsmanship of our Demon Sect." ”

He claimed that the Demon Sect wanted to make the sins of today's martial arts go to the top of the Demon Sect that disappeared decades ago.

Uncle Tai's kung fu is all on swordsmanship, and now in the face of the dangerous Wudang Mountain, only swordsmanship can bring him a sense of security. Although the body protection technique is easy to use, he is really not sure of the opponent's heavy sword.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart, I really did it myself, if I didn't have to come to Wudang to get the cheats, I wouldn't have fallen into such a situation.

However, he has no regrets about stealing the cheats, there are many benefits, why not steal it.

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding Wudang disciples were full of anger, if it wasn't for Zhuo Chengyun not speaking, they would have rushed up.

Zhuo Chengyun's eyes revealed murderous intent, and with a light trembling sword sound, he pulled out his heavy sword: "I hope you don't die too fast next!" ”

When Zhuo Chengyun was ready, Uncle Tai took the lead in making a move, kicked the ground with his right foot, and the whole person rushed out like a leopard, with a fierce killing intent, the stainless steel long sword in his hand was wrapped in sword qi and slashed towards Zhuo Chengyun's neck.

The sword is like a violent wind, blowing people almost want to scatter.

Zhuo Chengyun's face was calm, a heavy sword, holding the sword of Uncle Tai, his strength should not be underestimated, his arm strength was very strong, and at the same time, behind the internal force, his right foot swept out like a whip at the same time, sweeping towards Uncle Tai's dantian, fast and urgent, and the sound of breaking the air showed the strength of this leg.

Uncle Tai let out a deep sigh, the fine steel sword retracted, and retreated, just avoiding Zhuo Chengyun's legs, and at the same time, his waist turned, and the sword slashed towards Zhuo Chengyun's waist with the movement of the person.

The sword rolled like a raging wind, sweeping through the hills, and a hundred ghosts roared.

This time, he used the "Lost Soul Sword Technique" that he hadn't used for a long time, because in this ancient dragon world, his Lost Soul Sword Technique had not been used, and it should not be noticed at this time.

The movements of the two were extremely fast, flashing and splitting, and they were dazzled by the disciples of Wudang Mountain.

"Puff" twice, Uncle Tai's big iron sword with a fierce wind roar, rolled up the yellow sand all over the ground, red lotus karmic fire, Ah nose hell, thousands of lonely souls and wild ghosts, walked on the Nai He Bridge, drank Meng Po soup, looked back on the Wangxiang platform, and the sword momentum of the six reincarnations slashed fiercely on Zhuo Chengyun's chest.

However, Zhuo Chengyun looked firm, turned around and pulled out, like a peak, like a wave, like a thousand mountains overlapping, stretching endlessly, and slammed on Uncle Tai's shoulder.

The two of them retreated at the same time, fighting evenly matched.

It's just that Zhuo Chengyun's face became pale, his movements became slow, the flesh on his chest was cleaved, and the blood flowed out, obviously he was not lightly chopped by Uncle Tai.

Although Uncle Tai's shoulder was stabbed by Fujita Gang, it was resolved by Fei Xu Jin and Nine Dragons Lion Gong, only the robe was opened with a big opening, and there was only a white mark on the skin.

"Nine Dragons Lion Gong? No, it's not the Kowloon Lion Gong. Tai Chi Xuangong? No, who the hell are you? ”

Zhuo Chengyun's face was moved, a familiar feeling, wrapped in his heart, but he couldn't say it. (To be continued.) )