Inside the broken view, it was very quiet, so quiet that you could hear the breathing of the three people present clearly.

The broadsword, which still had a little fur on its scabbard, lay on the ground in the sunlight, and it was very conspicuous.

The sword is in the people, and the sword is dead!

This is the standard that any qualified swordsman takes as a guideline, and for a qualified swordsman, even if he dies, they will not let go of the long sword in his hand.

But right now, as Gu Ming, the white-clothed sword king who has become famous in the rivers and lakes in the past three years and is known as the number one swordsman in the world, his sword has left his hand, and it is not because of others, but because he has let go!

If this scene is spread, no one in the world will believe it, but it happened in front of your eyes!

Tang Jiu'er was dumbfounded, at a loss, just a little stunned to look at the white-clothed, extraordinary white-clothed sword king in front of him, at this moment, as if he was ten years old, there was no longer that arrogant air between his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth no longer had that confident smile.

His shoulders drooped suddenly, his hands trembled slightly, and his eyes revealed deep fear and confusion.

What is he afraid of?! What is he confused?!

Tang Jiu'er didn't know, she only knew that all this must have something to do with the Meridian Master with a mysterious origin in front of her!

She guessed right.

Gu Ming was defeated and defeated by Mo Li's sword, although Mo Li had no sword in his hand, and he never came out with a sword.

However, for the two people who tend to be at the top of the world in the realm of swordsmanship, sometimes they don't have to use their swords to distinguish each other's victories and losers.

Gu Ming has been practicing swords for decades, and the swordsmanship of the snowy mountains in the door has already been practiced to the point of being superb, and even comprehended the sword intent of the snowy mountain swordsmanship.

However, it was such a cold and cold sword intent, in front of Mo Li's finger, or in other words, in front of Mo Li's 'sword', it was all vulnerable.

In the sword intent displayed in that finger, Gu Ming at least saw more than ten traces of moves that defeated his own swordsmanship, compared to the other party's sword intent, it was like a firefly competing with the bright moon, but he was exactly that firefly, not worth mentioning, there was no way to compare!

How ridiculous is this!

The swordsmanship that he has practiced for many years, the swordsmanship that he is proud of, and the swordsmanship that has almost no opponent in the rivers and lakes is just a firefly.

Sitting in the well and watching the sky, nothing is better than that!

At this moment, Gu Ming only felt that the self-confidence he had accumulated over the years, the sword heart that he had worked so hard to reshape, and everything he was proud of had all been destroyed by the other party's 'sword'!

In this case, how can he still use the sword, and how can he still move the sword?!

"I ...... I'm defeated......"

Gu Ming's lips squirmed, and he said these four words in a heavy tone, as soon as these four words were spoken, it seemed that all his energy had been exhausted, and he couldn't even stand on his feet, and his body trembled.

A swordsman, what is terrible is not his own failure, but admitting his failure!

A person who can't even hold a sword is no longer a swordsman.

He turned and walked outward, staggering and staggering, and as he passed the pothole, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

At this time, the morning sun rose outside, full of vitality, but Gu Ming was full of twilight, and it was difficult to speak.

And until his figure completely disappeared from the sight of the two, he never looked back again, and never looked at the long sword on the ground that was like his life!

Looking at the direction Gu Ming left and looking at the long sword on the ground, it took Tang Jiu'er a long time to wake up from this great shock and understand what was happening.

She was saved, and she didn't have to be held hostage to the Bright Peak of the Demon Sect's main altar.

But she couldn't care about joy in her heart, just because in her heart, there was another thing that made her more shocked and unbelievable than this incident!

The invincible white-clothed sword king who dominates the world was defeated, and he was defeated in this dilapidated Taoist temple and under the hands of the meridian master!

Moreover, not only did he admit his defeat, but he also kept the sword that he regarded as his life!

Although he didn't understand how Master Meridian defeated Gu Ming, Tang Jiu'er was very self-aware, compared to these top masters in the world, his martial arts were still too low, and it was common for him not to understand.

However, who is the Meridian Master, he has such martial arts, not only to scare Zhuang Zheng away with a piece of wood, but also to defeat Gu Ming, the number one swordsman in the world, with a single face!

Since he has such a high level of martial arts, what else can be difficult for him in the rivers and lakes, why can't he hear anything about his deeds and reputation in the rivers and lakes, he just guards a broken Taoist temple like this, facing a statue of a god, day after day, year after year?

The hero is sad to pass the beauty pass, is it possible that the meridian master is hurt by love?

Tang Jiu'er was extremely curious about the meridian master in front of her, who was wearing a cyan robe, and the woman's intuition told her that behind her person, there must be an extremely wonderful and moving story, which must be far beyond her imagination.

She endured the pain in the soles of her feet, stood up strongly, saluted Mo Li Yingying, and said, "Thank you Master for saving your life." ”

A soft sigh sounded in the ears of the girl in the red dress, and she saw this mysterious master who had just defeated Gu Ming by inexplicable means, and there seemed to be a hint of determination flashing in her dead eyes.

"Let's go......"

After sitting for three years, I have to face what I should face......

"...... go? Master, you're not in seclusion?! ”

Tang Jiu'er said with a shocked expression.

"The Demon Sect has broken its feathers here twice, and this place is no longer a place for cultivation."

Mo Li walked out slowly.

Yes, first Zhuang Zheng was scared away, and then the Dharma King Gu Ming was defeated here, with the consistent style of the Demon Sect, it will inevitably come to the door in a steady stream, although Master Meridian's martial arts are high, but he can't stand the strength of the other party!

She looked at the statue and the offering table in the temple, but finally her eyes stayed on the broadsword on the ground, and said, "Master, what to do with this sword?" ”

This is the sword of the world's top swordsman, under this sword, I don't know how many masters have been defeated and retreated, and the record is brilliant!

Mo Li stepped forward, never looked back, and said, "If you want it, bring it." ”

This is for me!

Tang Jiu'er was overjoyed in her heart, a happy smile bloomed on her pretty face, the sword king's matching sword, take it back to show her grandfather, and I don't know how many people in the castle will be shocked!

She lifted the broadsword, only to feel that her hand sank, and then walked towards the door, but the heart of her foot was injured by Gu Ming's true qi, and it was inevitable that her movement would be inconvenient for a while.

She walked outside with some difficulty, and asked, "Master, where are we going?" ”

Mo Li stepped out of the door, the sky was shining and dazzling, and the old and dilapidated in the hall were completely two worlds, as if from a place of dead silence to a place of red dust.

Where to go? Where can you go?

After three years of dry sitting, is this river and lake still the same as it used to be?

……

Inside the cave, a group of Mingjiao disciples were waiting.

King Yin Ye was dressed in white, his folding fan shook gently, and his expression was leisurely.

And behind him, a group of scattered people and flag masters, all of them looked relaxed, although from time to time someone leaned outside the cave to check the movement, but no one showed a worried look, after all, the prestige of the white-clothed sword king, in the past three years, in the rivers and lakes, almost everyone knows about it.

Those martial arts masters who have not reached the first-class Mingjiao are still studying the piece of wood with the word "retreat" written on it, but they are too far away from the level of sword intent, and they can't see a reason no matter how they look at it, but they just feel that there seems to be some charm of swordsmanship hidden in this painting.

Of course, if you don't enter the first-class, you can understand the sword intent in it, and with your qualifications and understanding, you will reach the top sooner or later.

"I said, with King Gu's swordsmanship, go and clean up this little Taoist, Zhuang Qi Master, guess how many moves will be used?" Peng Yingyu suddenly asked, but she had been waiting for a long time, and she couldn't help but be a little impatient.

Zhuang Zheng frowned slightly, this question is really not easy to answer, with his knowledge, he can naturally see the horror of the sword intent contained in the wood, and if he puts on himself, he is afraid that he will not be able to withstand the three swords.

However, it is not a mediocre hand in the sect, but the best swordsman in the world, a year ago, the old nun of Emei exterminated the sharpness of the world's first divine soldier Yitian Sword, and it was only a grudge to a tie with the white-clothed sword king.

With the martial arts of the white-clothed sword king, it is self-evident who wins and who loses, but when it comes to a few moves, Zhuang Zheng feels that that person is not so easy to be taken down.

He thought about it for a while, and said: "In my opinion, although King Gu's swordsmanship is the best in the world, if you want to win, you must at least use a hundred moves!" ”

"Hundred moves?!"

Peng Yingyu sneered and said: "I see that the older you are in the rivers and lakes, the less courageous you are, although that person's sword intent is powerful, but it is amazing to be able to support fifty moves under King Gu's hand, how can you exceed a hundred moves, you think too highly of that person!" ”

"Fifty moves?!"

Zhuang Zheng's pupils shrank, and he was about to refute it, when suddenly, he only heard one person:

"Ten moves!"

When the two of them heard this, they immediately turned sideways and looked at it, but they saw that the person who spoke was King Yin Ye, who was shaking his fan lightly and looking calm.

"Young Sect Master, you said last night, there is a sky outside the sky, there are people outside the people, and you also use Zhang Zhenren as an analogy, you can also see the sword intent of that person, the end should not be underestimated, although King Gu's martial arts are high, if you want to defeat it in ten moves, it is inevitably a little ......"

When he said something, he stopped, and the implication was that everyone knew that he was looking too highly at Gu Ming and looking down on the reclusive Taoist too much.

King Yin Ye shook his fan lightly, and laughed softly: "You don't know how powerful King Gu Fa is, since he finished challenging the world's masters a year ago, he immediately went into retreat, and the experience accumulated in the past two years has been turned into the food for his own promotion, and now his martial arts and swordsmanship are more than a step better than a year ago." ”

Speaking of this, he paused and said, "Even my father also said it himself, if it weren't for the fact that he had made some progress in cultivating the Great Movement of the Qiankun in recent days, he would not have been able to win against the Dharma King Gu. ”

The Sect Master is not sure of victory!

Everyone present was shocked when they heard this, you must know that the white-eyed eagle king has become famous for nearly fifty years with eagle claws, and his skills are old and strong, unfathomable.

In recent years, after he took over as the sect leader, under the pressure of strong enemies outside, his cultivation has made extremely rapid progress, and his martial arts have been advancing day by day, and he is not much stronger than back then!

And Gu Ming, who is only in her early thirties this year, is probably less than half of Yin Tianzheng's age, and her martial arts are comparable to the sect leader?!

With such martial arts at such an age, he will be the leader of the sect in the future......

Flashing this thought, they felt Gu Ming's horror even more in their hearts, no one doubted that the White Eyebrow Eagle King would tell lies, and all the people in the sect knew that the White Eyebrow Eagle King was arrogant all his life, and he would not praise others easily, since he said so, then Gu Ming must have such martial arts!

"It's a pity that King Gu was still born at the wrong time, if he joined the sect a few years ago, how could he make the Sword God specialize in beauty?" Peng Yingyu sighed.

The name Sword God was like some kind of taboo, and the moment Peng Yingyu said it, the entire cave fell into an eerie silence for a moment, and many people's pupils showed a bit of fear.

This is not to blame them, but Mingjiao from top to bottom, there are too many losses under this name, and his martial arts are indeed profound and terrifying, most of them have witnessed the big battle between Mo Li and Yang Xiao with their own eyes!

Peng Yingyu hated Mo Li, the Wusan people were different from the Four Dharma Kings, they had a good relationship with each other, and they all supported the Blue Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao, but the Bat King died tragically under Mo Li's sword, not to mention, it was Zhou Shan among the five scattered people, and he couldn't escape Mo Li's clutches!

"It's not too late now, that person has disappeared in the rivers and lakes, and when the big thing is done, I will rush to Wudang Mountain to avenge the seniors in the sect, and when the time comes, let King Gu Fawang lead the team." King Yin Ye said with a smile.

Without Zhang Sanfeng and without Mo Li's Wudang faction, in his eyes, it is not worth mentioning.

"It's back, it's back!"

Just as everyone was talking, a cheer suddenly came from outside the cave: "King Gu Fa is back!" ”

Gu Ming has arrived!

All the Ming Sect masters present were shocked, and King Yin Ye said, "Go, go out with me to meet King Gufa!" ”

Immediately the people rushed out to the cave.

As soon as they came out of the cave, they saw a muddy and embarrassed man in white walking through the muddy mountain road, his steps were vain and staggering, and he looked not only not like a master, but more like an old man.

This is...... The Sword King in White?

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief.

King Yin Ye's eyes were cold for a few minutes, and he suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It must be that King Gu Fa was injured in a decisive battle with others, so you don't need to be surprised." ”

When the masters of the Ming Sect heard this, they all felt that it made sense, after all, the other party was also a top swordsman, how could it be so easy to deal with?

But when Gu Ming came closer, everyone noticed that something was wrong.

What about the sword, what about the sword that the sword king never leaves his hand?!

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