The butterfly shadow is like a dream, and the moonlight is like water and the sky.

The delicate flying sword, which seems to be used only by children, is mediocre at the beginning, and it is just a sword blade that is controlled by the means of the sword.

But when the young man on the mountain road shouted, "Dream butterflies into spring and autumn".

The delicate flying sword is like the thunder that caused the thousands of colorful butterflies to rush.

The glow of the sun is instantaneous.

Wu Changqing's expression froze.

The aura around his body was surging in an instant, and I saw him make a move.

Towards the flying sword that was close to the door in front of him, he stretched out his hand and dragged it away.

The hand drives the sword finger, and the sword points to the tip of the sword.

At that moment, the infinite aura enveloped all the flying swords, and the sword was unstoppable.

Wu Changqing took advantage of the situation, and the aura on his fingers dragged the flying sword, and he directly came to a job of four or two thousand catties.

After going around the body, he was pointed at the mountain path again, and the flying sword returned the sword to the other party without losing momentum.

This is also Wu Changqing is a person who cultivates immortals, and the aura in his body is the qi of heaven and earth, which is in harmony with all things.

If this is changed to an ordinary martial artist, even if the internal force is too strong, once it collides with the sword gang on the flying sword, it will inevitably be a situation where the two collide and the qi machine explodes.

It is difficult to do Wu Changqing's method like playing a set of Tai Chi.

Wushuang threw a sword, and then swore to the top of the mountain.

But what faced him was not the scene where the hateful boy was beaten by his flying sword before.

Instead, the flying sword went and returned, pointing directly at the center of his eyebrows.

Wushuang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he didn't have time to jump to curse, so he immediately leaned over to avoid this dangerous sword.

Then with a flick of his fingers, the qi in his body reconnected with the flying sword and controlled the flying sword.

Only then did he stand up straight and glared at Wu Changqing angrily.

"What kind of cultivation are you?"

"Even my sword skills can be cracked, and in turn use my moves against me."

"What a murderer."

Wushuang finally faced up to the young man in front of him who was younger than him, but made him feel pressure

The haughty look completely disappeared from his face, replaced by solemnity.

"Cultivation? I don't know myself. ”

"But if you cry, I probably know my own pounds."

Wu Changqing chuckled, his expression slightly excited.

After five years of cultivation, he finally entered the Tao.

Today, you can use the young man in front of you who has cultivated well to be your own whetstone.

Witness the results of the past five years.

"The north is unrivaled from the city! Good Messenger Peerless Sword Box, Edgeworth Has Seven! ”

Hearing Wu Changqing's provocative words, Wushuang was rare and did not immediately get angry.

Instead, he hugged his hands and reported his name to Wu Changqing.

This also means that he has truly regarded Wu Changqing as an opponent.

"It turned out to be a matchless...... Can you only use seven swords? ”

"Wu Changqing of Wudang Mountain will make some fists and feet."

Wu Changqing suddenly replied softly to Wushuang without losing his demeanor.

The peaceful atmosphere was completely broken the moment Wu Changqing's words fell.

has recognized Wu Changqing, the opponent's peerless.

There is no longer any arrogance and prejudice, and a shot is a thunderous sword.

Or that delicate "butterfly".

Only this time, under his full strength, Butterfly's sword power can be regarded as truly displayed.

The sword body itself is fierce and domineering, but the sword intent displayed is soft and watery.

The combination of the two, rigidity and softness, can be offensive and defensive.

Obviously, it is no longer a sword that Wu Changqing can deal with at will.

Wu Changqing was curious in his heart, and the same as before, the sword pointed out, but it was still a foot away from the flying sword.

He suddenly withdrew his palm, shook his head slightly, and immediately turned his fingers into a fist.

The fist was sharp, smashing horizontally on the body of the rushing flying sword.

The instantaneous collision between Jian Gang and Wu Changqing's aura caused most of the bluestone slab under Wu Changqing's feet to crack in half instantly, forming a shallow pit with a diameter of more than half a zhang.

The two are distributed in one place.

Wushuang directly clasped his hands around his chest, and his expression was extremely cold.

Even without the palm of the hand as a medium to guide the flow of qi, Edgeworth.

The flying sword named "Butterfly" was still in the air and began to fight with Wu Changqing.

This also allowed Wu Changqing to personally experience the domineering of this swordsmanship.

This sword is like an opponent, and the main owner only needs to take care of the overall situation in the rear and manipulate the flying sword.

Hostile people can be busy.

And that Wushuang also said that he can resist the sword with seven handles, and this is only one.

After all, it has to be solved first, and the main thing is the key.

But he's not in a hurry.

Since they all believe that the other party is their whetstone, they can test what they have learned as much as possible.

Come to think of it.

Wu Changqing's eyes suddenly converged on golden light, and a talisman containing the earth element flew out of his cuffs.

After being activated by Wu Changqing's aura in one go.

The earth was dusty and debris, and in an instant, it condensed into a long spear in front of him.

Another punch shook the butterfly away, and Wu Changqing immediately held the gun in one hand.

The momentum more than doubled in an instant.

With one hand dragging the gun, the tip of the gun was on the bottom edge of the shattered bluestone, dragging a long mark.

Back then, when Wu Changqing dragged the gun, he was less than a foot away from the peerless man who was surrounded by his hands.

The butterfly struck again, and at the same time, the unequaled sword box on Mushuang's body had opened a gap at some point.

Wu Changqing suddenly lifted a mouthful, and the dragging spear body was directly rounded by him, and it slammed into the oncoming butterfly with a non-fancy horizontal smash.

Wu Changqing, who used spearmanship, and Wu Changqing, who was bare-handed, were completely two people.

The seemingly shoddy stone spear hit the butterfly, and instantly shattered the sword of the flying sword, and the butterfly flew directly upside down like a kite with a broken string, and was randomly inserted in the mountains and forests.

Wushuang looked startled.

Both hands hurriedly re-entered the unequaled sword box, and the two swords were used.

Destroy, kill.

As soon as the two swords came out, there seemed to be a dragon chanting resounding through the top of the mountain, and a tiger hunting shook the sky.

Wu Changqing responded to all changes with the same change, and still smashed angrily with that shallow move.

The two swords met with that Xiucai, even though the sword moves were gorgeous and extraordinary, but against Wu Changqing's vulgar gun moves, it was still in vain.

Again he was smashed by a spear and flew out.

Wushuang's heart was shocked, but it was too late to resist the sword again, looking at the tip of the spear close at hand, he hurriedly used the Wushuang sword box as a shield to block again.

But the result is the same as the last time.

Directly flew out of the top of the mountain by Wu Changqing's gun, and Wu Changqing's spear pointed at it, and a long ravine that extended to the mountain road appeared on the earth.

Wushuang was shocked away by this gun, but the aura of Wu Changqing's spear directly penetrated his whole body.

The qi and blood in the body are surging.

On the way to fly upside down, a mouthful of blood spilled into the sky.

Wu Changqing is unforgiving, in order to force Wushuang to be stronger or directly a killer move.

He immediately picked up his gun again and rushed forward in the direction of Wushuang's upside down.

Just after the two of them fought one after the other until they left the top of the mountain.

Under a black robe, the figure with white temples quietly appeared outside the Scripture Pavilion.

There was also an old man in the black-robed man's hand.

When Zhao Min saw the old man who was being carried and scarred, his pupils shrank, and he was terrified in his heart.