Mo Li didn't say in detail, what kind of shame it was, Gu Songli didn't ask again.

He didn't empathize with the things in this world, he knew that his good friend had a reason to do it, even if it would cost him his life.

All he can do is support.

Some people may say that Mo Li is very stupid and stupid to do this, but there are too many smart people in the world, and there must always be so many fools.

They can be willing to take risks for the sake of their hearts, and their stubbornness is terrible, but if it weren't for this stubbornness, in the face of layers of difficulties above martial arts, how could they break through again and again with the absolute determination of breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat?

But all the masters who have learned martial arts to a certain level, they all have their own way of thinking, and no matter how much truth others say, they can't shake their minds.

Therefore, in the next few days, no one came to persuade Mo Li, first, they knew that they could not be persuaded by it, and second, because the people who were qualified to persuade had already persuaded all of them.

With the passage of time, the date of the duel is getting closer and closer, and Chang'an City is becoming more and more lively, and there are constantly heroes of the rivers and lakes with swords and swords entering the land of Guanzhong, and when the duel is on this day, the entire Huashan is occupied by the crowd, bustling, and there are warriors everywhere!

The living Buddha vs. the sword god, this is a rare event in the rivers and lakes in a hundred years.

One is the Buddha of Buddhism who has not been born for thousands of years, and the other is a rare kendo Tianjiao in the rivers and lakes for a hundred years, although the age gap between the two is a bit big, but since Zhang Sanfeng's ascension, these two can be said to be the top masters in the rivers and lakes.

That is, half a month is too short, although the news of the duel between the two has spread, but many Jianghu warriors who are far away will not be able to catch up at all, otherwise, on this Huashan, the crowd will only be more turbulent.

"So why did he choose to go to Huashan?"

On the south peak of Mount Hua, looking at the group of disciples of Mount Hua who were desperately trying to maintain order, the dwarf elder looked helpless.

Although it is said that this kind of once-in-a-century event can be witnessed with your own eyes, and you are fortunate to have three lives, however, don't put it on Huashan!

The Huashan faction is also one of the six major factions, and they didn't discuss with them, so they agreed to compete on Huashan, and tens of thousands of heroes flocked to it, who could stand it?

What if someone is interested in sneaking into their door to steal the cheats?

What if someone deliberately created chaos and planted the blame on their Huashan faction?

There are so many people, just a little mess, it's enough for their Huashan faction to suffer up and down, the last time they debated the scriptures and discussed martial arts, there are still helpers from the rest of the six major factions, this time it's good, as far as their Huashan faction's own strength is concerned, not to mention that the disciples are tired to death, even they, the middle and high-level of the sect, are also frightened every day.

According to incomplete statistics, recently, there have been more than ten conflicts every day in Huashan, and people are killed every day, and there are really many people who want to sneak into the Huashan station to steal the cheats, but they are all blocked back by the masters of the Huashan faction.

The pressure on the Huashan faction up and down is not small, but fortunately, such a day will be over after today.

"Senior brother, don't worry, I've survived so many days, and it's not bad for today."

Elder Gao smiled and said, "Besides, although you and I and the disciples in the sect have suffered a little, maybe if you look at the sword of the sword god and the supreme supernatural power of that living Buddha, it is also worth it, haven't you seen that there are still many sects that have not yet arrived?" ”

"I'd rather not see them compete!"

The dwarf elder said angrily: "You and I are a lot older, what's the use of seeing, do you dare to break the barrier of life and death?" ”

Elder Gao smiled and said, "It's just that it can't be broken, and it's also a great blessing to be able to see the supreme realm of martial arts again." ”

Both of them are first-class masters who are only a trace away from the top realm, and it is enough to talk about the accumulation of internal force, and even exceeded, but the two of them have not chosen to open up the second pulse of Rendu, the reason is that the two of them are old, and their bodies have long been in peak condition, and they forcibly break the life and death barrier, but the chances are slim, and there are many auspicious ones.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

"The sword god has gone up the mountain!"

……

Suddenly, the entire Huashan Mountain suddenly boiled, and countless people looked towards the mountain road.

But I saw that on the mountain road, several figures went up the mountain together, and one person was the first, wearing a cyan robe, with a withered face, a beard, and a dead silence all over the body, making people unable to see through the depths.

"Sword God Mo Li, how did he become like this?!" The dwarf elder frowned and said strangely.

He had seen this sword god a few times in the past, and he had seen him shoot a few times, and even, he was saved by his own people once, he had the impression that this sword god was a chic and handsome young man, with a green shirt and a sword, heroic, where was he so sloppy as now?

"Maybe it's a new level of martial arts, to a deep realm where you can return to the basics and not linger on external objects."

Elder Gao said thoughtfully: "In the past, when Zhang Zhenren in Wudang walked the rivers and lakes, he was also called Zhang Sloppy, perhaps, this is the highest realm in Wudang Gongfa." ”

The short elder thought about it carefully, but there is really some truth, Buddhism talks about silence, saying that the body is a stinky skin, and the Taoist gate also has feathering, cultivating Jin Dan into a Yuan Shen, straight to the gate of heaven, Zhang Sanfeng used to be a Shaolin disciple, from the Buddha to the Tao, presumably adopted the two directors.

When the two of them were making up for it, the group had already reached the peak and arrived in front of the two of them.

But seeing this group of people, in addition to the leader Mo Li, there is also Tang Jiu'er, who is as delicate as a flower in a red dress, Gu Songli, a son of the Chang'an family, and Lu Yuncheng, a Confucian sword who has been very famous in recent years, are all remarkable figures of the younger generation.

Especially Lu Yuncheng, inherited from the Quanzhen faction, has made a lot of fame in the past three years, and his martial arts have made rapid progress, and it is rumored that he has fought against Shaolin Temple Yuanmiao for thirty tricks, and he is enough to be called the leader of the younger generation with Wudang Song Qingshu and Shaolin Yuanmiao, but no one has seen this fight, so it is just a rumor, and he has no other record of fighting with first-class masters, so most people in the rivers and lakes still don't think so.

The two elders stepped forward to salute, and the short elder laughed and said: "Mo Shaoxia, I haven't seen you for three years, and I can't imagine that I will fight again in Huashan, so the old man wishes Mo Shaoxia a great victory in advance!" ”

"I inherited the good words of my predecessors."

Mo Li bowed, his face was calm, and the dead silence in his eyes was still there.

The two elders looked at the tiredness and fatigue between the eyebrows of the Daoist in front of them, although they guessed that their martial arts had made a breakthrough again, they were still embarrassed in their hearts.

This is the emotion that anyone who has seen Mo Li in the past and sees Mo Li again today.

Just said hello, didn't say anything more, and the two elders, tall and short, went down the mountain in a witty way.

The war is imminent, and the most important thing at the moment is to let Mo Li adjust his state, and to greet him at this moment is inevitably too lacking in eyesight.

At this time, the morning sun is rising, and the sun is shining, and the entire south peak of Huashan is plated with a layer of gold.

The rest of the people had already withdrawn, but Mo Li was alone at the top of the peak, and he slowly sat down cross-legged, his eyes closed, motionless, and his breath was like rotten wood.

The sun was rising overhead, and no one came.

The heroes couldn't help but be a little impatient, but they all came voluntarily, and they were not invited by others, and they couldn't be dissatisfied, so they had to wait quietly.

However, when the golden crow fell, the jade rabbit rose, and the cold moonlight sprinkled down, there was still no trace of Ba Sipa.

Gu Yan: "Is Ba Si Pa afraid?!" Someone in the crowd asked.

"I don't think I'm afraid, but dead, this old bald donkey was slashed twice by Zhang Zhenren three years ago, and he hasn't shown up in the rivers and lakes since then, I'm afraid that he has already died of serious injuries!" Someone else said.

Qunhao was already impatient, and some people started to choreograph Ba Si Palai, and suddenly, the whole Huashan was lively.

However, someone with a heart raised his eyes to look at the figure of the Taoist robe who had been sitting cross-legged on the top of the South Peak for a whole day, and saw that the person was motionless, still waiting quietly as if he was daytime, and felt that this matter was not so simple.

Although birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, but when martial arts have reached the realms of Zhang Sanfeng and Ba Si Pana, time seems to have lost its effectiveness on them.

If it was really dying and decrepit, and death was imminent, three years ago, Zhang Sanfeng would not have been able to slash two swords in a row without dying, and he would not have been able to raise his palm, and the seven interception formations of the true martial arts that were almost invincible in the world would have been broken.

The jade rabbit rose higher and higher, and suddenly, the noisy sound of the group of heroes was flourishing, and a wisp of Zen chanting Buddha sound came from afar, pure and compassionate, washing people's hearts, and getting closer and closer, more and more clear.

Four tall red-robed lamas appeared on the mountain path, carrying a sedan chair in which a white-robed monk sat cross-legged.

This monk looks very young, wearing a white monk's robe, handsome facial features, skin like jade, and a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, full of compassion and closeness, which makes people can't help but want to have a good impression at first sight.

The four Tibetan monks seemed to be walking slowly, but on the mountain road, the speed of movement was extremely fast, at first glance at the foot of the mountain, it took a few breaths to reach the halfway point of the mountain, and when you look again, the person has reached the top of the mountain.

The former Hutu Living Buddha, and now the Phags-pa, has arrived!

Looking at the sedan chair and the white-clothed monk, the crowd of people present couldn't help but hold their breath, everyone knew that the continuation of the war between the two Buddhist and Taoist families three years ago broke out in an instant!

"Amitabha!"

Paspa put his palms together and shouted the Buddha's horn, the voice was grand, full of magnetism, and it was clearly audible into everyone's ears, and a pure Zen spirit rose from everyone's hearts, which was extremely comfortable.

Three years ago, Zhang Sanfeng soared to the injury of his people, and at this moment it seems that all of them have healed.

He bowed to Mo Li and said with a smile: "Master Mo, I haven't seen you for three years, I can't imagine that you have made another breakthrough in martial arts, and you have reached such a realm, which is really gratifying." ”

Mo Li, who had been sitting there, like a clay sculpture and wood carving, opened his eyes and slowly stood up.

He looked at Phags-pa, who was sitting quietly, fused with the moonlight, the mountain wind, and the world, as if he were the world, giving people a sense of control.

Mo Li's calm face, for the first time, there were strong and complex emotions, but solemnity, murder, hatred, etc., all kinds of emotions, with his deep breath and exhalation, all disappeared, leaving only the deep sea in the eyes.

"You're finally here." Don't deviate from the right color road.

At this moment, there was a wisp of fierce sword intent on the Daoist's body rushing into the sky, as if there was nothing, although it was not strong, but it clearly made everyone present feel cold.

And the heaven and earth that were integrated with the Eight Sipa, at this moment, were also torn out in front of this sword intent, making it difficult for him to maintain the state of unity between heaven and man.

However, Ba Si Pa was smiling as before, turning a deaf ear to this wisp of sword intent, which can be called the most sharp and sharp sword intent in the world, and said softly: "The sword intent is good, but there is no sword intent, and there is no sword in hand, why should Master Mo fight with the old monk?" ”

With sword intent, it is not difficult to deal with ordinary masters, but against the existence of a tantric living Buddha like Pasipa who has been spiritually tempered to an incredible realm, sword intent alone is absolutely not enough.

Mo Li needs a divine weapon, a divine weapon that best suits him!

Everyone looked at Mo Li's waist, there should have been a long sword there, but today, they had never seen it from beginning to end.

Oops!

Gu Songli and the others all changed their faces drastically, they never imagined that Mo Li had never prepared a sword for a duel, and he would go up the mountain in such a hurry!

"With my sword!"

A young man dressed as a scholar suddenly shouted loudly, it was Lu Yuncheng.

He took the sword, held it with both hands, and said: "This sword is called Seven Stars, it is the sword of my Quanzhen Sect Patriarch Wang Chongyang in the past, Brother Mo, today I will use this sword to help you kill this bald donkey!" ”

The Quanzhen Sect had a great enmity with Phags-pa to destroy the Taoist system, and he stabbed a sword with Li Zhichang's remaining spiritual will in the past, intending to assassinate Phag-pa, but unfortunately he was defeated.

Today, his friend Mo Li has a decisive battle with Ba Si Pa, and he is naturally willing to present his sword.

Mo Li looked back at Lu Yuncheng, nodded slightly at this friend, and said softly: "Thank you Brother Lu for your kindness, but there is no need." ”

No sword?!

When everyone was confused for a while, they saw this sword god Mo Li looking in the southeast direction, and said with a faint smile: "My sword has arrived." ”

The Qunhao present couldn't help but follow his gaze and look in the southeast direction, but as far as the eye could see, it was pitch black, and Hugh said that the sword was gone, but there was not even half a figure.

Is this sword god crazy or not?

Thinking like this, the eight Sipa suddenly shook his head and smiled, and said, "You're not afraid that the old monk will make a move at this moment?" ”

A swordsman without a sword will undoubtedly have a sharp drop in combat power, and the same is true for the sword god.

Mo Li replied indifferently: "Poor Dao thinks, the living Buddha must also want to look at the sword of the poor Dao sharpened for three years. ”

His voice fell, and at the foot of the mountain, a strong wind suddenly swept by, but there were several figures wearing Taoist robes.

I only heard someone say happily: "It's not started yet, Dad, let's catch up!" ”

The first person, slightly chubby and modest, stood at the foot of the mountain, looked up at the peak, looked at the dense rivers and lakes warriors, and the two people standing on the peak, and couldn't help laughing loudly: "Li'er, is it too late for the teacher?!" ”

His voice, with the urging of internal force, echoed all over the mountains, and the words and sentences were clearly presented in the ears of everyone, revealing a profound cultivation.

"It's the head of Wudang Song!"

"Wudang has arrived!"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Mo Li was condescending, looking at the Wudang faction people below, his eyes were full of emotion......

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