"If you look at it according to ordinary people, I have to say that your sword is indeed very fast. ”

"It can even be said to be one of the fastest swords in the world. ”

The Mudao people didn't pay attention to the people who rushed over to the Mudao people, but leaned forward slightly, and their hands were already full of colorful clouds.

He said, "But at such a distance, no matter how fast the sword is, it will never be able to kill me." ”

"Not only because of the distance, but more importantly, the first moment you draw your sword, my sword qi will hit you as soon as possible. ”

"Don't think that you can block my sword qi and swing your sword at me. ”

Not only was there no murderous aura on Mu Daoren's body at this moment, but the original vicissitudes of life also revealed a strange gentleness.

Just like Zhang Bugou was his favorite disciple, even if he drew a sword against him, he still did not complain at all, and taught him his last skills.

"It is said that the people who use swords in the world are similar, but in fact, this is not necessarily the case. ”

"The sword is fast, but he does not pursue the speed of the sword, but the fact that everything is a sword. ”

"Then when I responded with invisible sword qi, everything around my body became his sword. ”

"Therefore his sword is heaven and earth. ”

Mu Daoren looked at Zhang Bukuo, who was standing motionless in the distance, and his cloudy eyes were a little more relieved.

A little bit of relief that no one understands.

"And what you're chasing is different because the Sword Son is different, what you're pursuing is a kind of slashing, or "cutting." ”

Speaking of this, the wooden man stretched out his right hand and slashed vertically at the air in front of him.

"It's like cutting a watermelon, cutting everything open. ”

Mudao people remembered some folk mantras for Wudang Taijiquan, which seemed to be a vivid metaphor in the way of cutting watermelon.

"It's overbearing to cut everything, but you're not alone. ”

A hundred years ago, the swordsman of the sky who "shook the sky with a sword" took this road. ”

And his generation was not lucky, and met the "extreme" Fudo King. ”

Therefore, his sword path was blocked, and he could only wait until he personally beheaded the immovable king to gain a higher comprehension. ”

"And if he does this, then maybe, he will be the one who ascends to the immortal throne in the battle for the heavens."

Recalling this history, Mu Daoren also smiled lightly, and his voice was quietly a little more melancholy.

"It's a pity that the saint always knows the saint best, so after the draw between the Immovable King and the Firmament Swordsman, the Black Dragon Immortal personally found the Firmament Swordsman. ”

Because he knew that the Sky Swordsman who couldn't break through the immovable Qi had actually stagnated and his mood had been affected. ”

"So in that life, after the Black Dragon Immortal cut down the Sky Swordsman, he became out of control, and the saints in the world were no longer his opponents. ”

"Because at the moment when the Sky Swordsman was defeated, the sword intent of "everything is slashed" had been comprehended by the Black Dragon Immortal in another way. ”

"Then what do you think a Black Dragon Immortal who has already comprehended the way of a saint will become when he adds the sage intention of "everything is killed"?"

What will become?

Zhang Bugou looked at the Mudao people with a little sneering eyes, although he knew that he didn't pose much danger to the Mudao people at the moment, but he didn't expect the Mudao people to say so much to him.

To put it nicely, it is the elders who impart knowledge to the younger generations.

To put it mildly, the Mudao people didn't take Zhang Bugou in their eyes at all.

"Monsters. Zhang Bugou was silent for a while and spoke.

"It's also possible that a mortal might end up going crazy. At this moment, a gentle laugh sounded in the land between the two.

The white-clothed Shengxue had a smile on her eyebrows, and the bell on her waist rang gently with the movement of her body, making the whole forest return to that quiet attitude again.

Don Juan is Don Juan, he is always smiling, as if nothing can bother him.

"Are you awake?" the Mudao man was not surprised by Don Juan's appearance, but smiled and greeted.

"I woke up. Don Juan nodded, and although he understood that the Mu Dao people had killed him before, he still responded calmly.

Mu Daoren smiled, "How are you talking to the dead gods?"

"I think it's a good conversation, otherwise I won't help you out. “

"It's not too good. Don Juan smiled bitterly, for him who had been in the dark for so long, it was not bad that his mood had not collapsed.

"The god is a bit of a liar, I can't believe his words, and I'm deadlocked until now. Don Juan sighed.

"They are liars, they can't be trusted. Far from being annoyed, the people of the wooden road agreed with Don Juan's joking exclamation.

Don Juan raised his eyebrows and said with some doubts: "You seem to know these visitors very well. ”

"If you live for a long time, you naturally know a lot, which is not a good thing. Mu Daoren didn't answer directly, but only responded a little perfunctorily.

He is really worthy of being a real "saint", who can take on anything at once. Don Juan quipped, and then looked at Zhang Bukuo, who was silent at the moment, and said with a smile:

"How do you feel about facing a time-honored saint?"

"It's ok. Zhang Bugou subconsciously responded, and then looked at Don Juan in a daze, and Mu Ne's eyes were a little more puzzled.

"Find a place to drink a pot later, I'll pay for it. ”

Don Juan winked at Zhang Bugou and smiled a little strangely.

"Good. Zhang Bugou unexpectedly did not refuse, nodded and agreed.

Zhang Bugou never drinks until someone treats him.

This is one of the few little secrets that Don Juan discovers about him.

"Drinking, how about an old man?" At this time, the wooden man reached out and hammered his waist, and joined the topic loudly.

"I invited you last time, senior, you won't ask me to pay for it this time. ”

Hearing Mu Daoren's words, Don Juan scratched his head and said with some ill will.

"That time was paid by the demon boy, you haven't invited the old man or anything. ”

Recalling the experience of meeting in Zhuyang City last month, Mu Daoren's face was also a little more pleasant.

"The older you get, the more refined you are, senior, forget it, I'll pay it, after all, tonight's incident is also because of me. ”

Don Juan grumbled, then patted his cheek and said yes.

"Well, there's no good place to drink at this point. Don Juan looked at the moonlight in the sky and knew it was late at night.

To say that there are taverns that are still open late at night, but Tang Juan and Zhang Bugou only came out of there a few hours ago.

The drunken spring building that was split by Mei Raoshuang's sword.

Although in the eyes of others, Mei Raoshuang was angry because of her frivolous words.

But Tang Juan knew that Mei Raoshuang maintained a kind of indifference to most things in the world.

Her sword was entirely because of Don Juan.

It could be a warning, or it could be the resentment of being missing for three years.

At this moment, Don Juan's mind suddenly flashed and remembered a great place to drink.

"Why don't you go to the third master's house to drink, so I don't have to pay for it. ”