The Taoist priest on Kongtong Mountain was kind-hearted, and learned that Wang Guangyu's hometown had been broken by the Huns' iron horsemen, so he took Wang Guangyu in Kongtong Mountain.

Since the sunset that day, Wang Guangyu seemed to be a different person, and he didn't say a word for a few days, just looked at the northwest direction and waved the light at the knife pile every day.

The Taoist priest in the mountains looked at it and couldn't get rid of it, and tried to persuade him, but Wang Guangyu, who was obsessed with wielding a knife, never paid attention. Li Butcher only watched Wang Guangyu swing his knife, and occasionally came over to give some pointers.

On this day, the rain in the mountains was heavy, the cold was pressing, and the rain hit the clean steps that were sprinkled and swept by the Taoist boy, which was very good.

Wang Guangyu still got up early to practice knives as usual, even if the rain wet his hair and clothes, he didn't care, he was like a madman, and slashed towards the wooden stakes that were already full of knife marks, until the mountain rain stopped, and the Taoist disciples began to sweep the stagnant water out of the courtyard, and Wang Guangyu put away his knife and left.

When you go to other people's mountains, you naturally can't go away with eating and drinking for nothing. There is a lack of bamboo knots in Taoist temples, which are used to repair houses or other uses.

Wang Guangyu walked to a bamboo forest and drew a knife to split bamboo, although the bamboo is hollow but full of toughness, it is therefore often used as a big knife support, not to mention the stubborn bamboo conceived by the essence of this world, Wang Guangyu took out Fuguang and split several times before cutting a bamboo to the ground, according to such efficiency, a few bamboos can not be cut in a day.

"With brute strength, you can't split this stubborn bamboo, and the young man borrows a knife to use it."

I saw a person walking in the depths of the bamboo forest, it was the little Taoist priest who was admonished that day, Wang Guangyu handed the knife to the little Taoist priest in disbelief, only to see the little Taoist priest holding the knife in his right hand, the sleeve robe was propped up by the gas machine, and a little light appeared on the knife, the little Taoist priest waved his right hand lightly, and a bamboo fell down immediately, and the little Taoist priest threw the knife back to Wang Guangyu.

"When I watched the senior brothers preach the scriptures and study in the past, cutting bamboo and taking the way is such a method, and I don't really see it, probably just concentrate all my strength to one point and then chop it."

After hearing this, Wang Guangyu thought about it, got up and stepped out, his waist drove his hand like a bamboo and chopped it down, it was indeed cut deeper, but he still couldn't break the bamboo, Wang Guangyu turned around and asked like a little Taoist priest yawning.

"What is the essence light that appeared on the knife just now?"

The little Taoist priest was also interested and said

"According to Yamashita said, people's martial arts cultivation can be divided into the four realms of rebirth, rebirth, and the four realms of the heavens, literally, the speed of the power of the reincarnation realm is greater than that of ordinary people, and the realm of the imperial qi can make the qi in the body penetrate out of the body, as for the moving earth and the heavens, it is natural to be able to hook the true qi of heaven and earth for their own use, of course, everything is not absolute, the golden body realm of Buddhism, the holy realm of Confucianism, and the contemplation realm of Taoism, do not lose or even slightly better than the realm of Tongtian."

Wang Guangyu was also very surprised when he heard this, and asked again:

"Then what realm do you think I am, what about Butcher Li?"

The little Taoist priest replied with a smile

"Most of the knights can only practice in a lifetime to the perfection of rebirth, you are a bit weird, holding a knife is probably the pinnacle of rebirth, not holding a knife but just entering the rebirth, I heard that you have only practiced knives for five months, is it a natural knife fetus? As for the Li butcher in your mouth, estimate it yourself. ”

As soon as the little Taoist priest finished speaking, he saw the black and white sword qi behind the two of them soaring into the sky, splitting many stubborn bamboos.

"Zhao Qingshuang, ten years ago, I discussed sword competition with you in front of Fuxi Temple, and lost your three moves, and today I am here to return you three moves and fight with you!"

There is a person standing in the middle of the platform with two swords, one sword is snow-white, the other is jet-black, it is Li Mobai Li butcher.

"Fight will fight, I'm afraid you won't succeed." A Tsing Yi came from Beitai Imperial Sword, and it was the old-fashioned man of that day

Zhao Qingshuang jumped down from the air, taking advantage of the momentum to swing a sword qi and slash at the double sword Mo Bai, Li Tuhu's side of the sword body met the cyan sword qi, and the white sword defused a wave of attack with a slight wave.

Before he could breathe, the famous sword Qingshuang slashed down angrily, Li Mobai's black sword pointed upward, and the two swords collided, Li Mobai only felt that the momentum on the other side was like a sea of mountains and seas, and he swept back three steps to unload a lot of energy.

Li Mobai took advantage of these three steps to squat with his shoulders heavy, and suddenly burst out, the black sword stabbed straight towards Zhao Qingshuang, Zhao Qingshuang held the sword in one hand to resist the black sword but saw a white sword tyrannically descending, the white sword was three feet away and the qi machine rolled and slashed towards the famous sword Qingshuang, Zhao Qingshuang held the sword with both hands and still couldn't resist the sword qi of Pei Ran, and took six steps back.

The two of them fought again and again and did not let each other, a sword to a double sword like a galaxy colliding in the sky, sparks shining sword Mangsensen, fighting for more than 100 rounds, the victory or defeat was not divided, the clothes of the two were cut by the sword qi in rags, and another hundred rounds of fighting, Zhao Qingshuang's sword qi rose to six feet, in the decisive battle with Li Mobai, the mountain Taoist boy was shocked, and fought for 50 rounds, the victory or defeat was still not divided, and the two retreated ten zhang

"This style is called Double Sword Shaking Kongtong, can Zhao Qingshuang dare to take the sword?"

Li Mobai looked up to the sky and smiled, the edge of the double swords in his hands rose sharply, the white sword pointed to the sky, the black sword pointed to the earth, the white clouds in the sky and the wind on the ground converged on the double sword, only to see the white sword shining like the sun piercing the sky, the black sword was as black as ink like an abyss devouring all things, Li Mobai stood in the air with both swords in his hands, and slashed downward.

"Why don't you dare?"

The old-fashioned swordsman Zhao Qingshuang also smiled to the sky, the famous sword Qingshuang in his hand trembled non-stop, and seemed to be excited about it, Qingshuang's sword body was full of green energy, and Zhao Qingshuang actually appeared behind Zhao Qingshuang Eighty zhang white tiger phantom, Zhao Qingshuang's feet suddenly stepped down, and the diamond-textured stone bricks and bricks were shattered by these feet, Zhao Qingshuang jumped up and waved his sword upward.

Single sword against double sword, the sword aura is fierce, setting off layers of storms, and the ground of the middle platform is also broken inch by inch, which is unbearable.

The storm caused by the collision of the three swords was still getting bigger and bigger, and even the trees planted on the mountain were pulled out a little, and just when most of the people were about to run away for refuge, the white-haired Taoist priest came by crane, and with a light wave of the dust in his hand, the storm was immediately resolved.

In the storm, two people stood with swords, but Zhao Qingshuang's hair and blue belt were cut off by the sword qi, and the black hair poured down, and the white-haired Taoist priest walked in front of the two

"Qingshuang, you've lost."

Li Mobai heard that he was sitting on the ground, laughed and shouted a few words, really fucking tired. The old-fashioned Taoist priest in the green shirt couldn't help but smile when he saw this, and said, "Old Pifu Li, you won this time." ”

Wang Guangyu looked at the devastated Zhongtai, and then looked at the Fuguang in his hand.

"If Lao Tzu doesn't fight the Huns, watching these two immortals who are quasi-heavenly realm fight, it can be regarded as death without regrets."

The green-shirted swordsman suddenly turned his head to look at the little Taoist priest beside Wang Guangyu.

"Zhao Gui, why are you here yesterday, go back and copy the Pure Sutra by hand and hand it over to me." The little Taoist sighed, glanced at Wang Guangyu, and turned to leave.

Wang Guangyu saw that Li Mobai was unable to get up, so he had to carry Li Mobai to his house, Li Mobai may have been tired this night, and he slept very deeply, and whispered in his dream: "Lao Wang Lao Yao, this child is handed over to me, you two can rest assured." When Lao Tzu brings this doll out, he will come down to find you two. ”

This murmur was so small that the sleeping Wang Guangyu never heard it.