Generation after generation!

Maybe Yao Sanming's generation is so wonderful that this generation is not very brilliant no matter what.

With geniuses like Yao Sanming and Huang Chongzhen, as well as the mysterious Gusu Mu Wangge, the trend of learning swords is so prevalent in the whole world that it is not good. Even those who learn swords, stick and boxing, all of them should learn their own kung fu and add a sword to learn their own kung fu.

It seems that as a martial artist, it is a very shameful thing not to know how to use a sword.

It stands to reason that in such an atmosphere, this generation of characters should have more amazing talents, but looking at the younger generation of swordsmen in the world, only one swordsman who holds the green bull can afford the name of genius, this is still because he has laid a solid foundation since he was a child, and the achievements of the past 20 years are too far behind Yao Sanming and Huang Chongzhen.

In addition to the Qingniu swordsman, the Xiao family sword village is rumored to have a spirit sword boy, born with a spirit knack for swords, a good sword and a sword in his hands can communicate with each other, but this child is only ten years old, no one can say how far he can go, except for these two people, it seems that there are no more kendo holders.

Yao Sanming can be respected as a sword immortal by the world, not only because his kendo is unmatched, but more importantly, because of his promotion of the sword, making this weapon the king of weapons, such a feat, from ancient times to the present, few people have been able to do it.

Yao Sanming's fame was so great, in his time, there were still people who could be as famous as him.

Southern Monk Northern Sword!

The northern sword refers to Yao Sanming, as for the southern monk, most of this generation has almost forgotten it, and vaguely remembers that this monk is from Lantuo Temple, but he doesn't know what the name is, after all, this southern monk is too low-key!

The white sword qi and the yellow Buddha power on the mountain are criss-crossed, the whole mountain is glowing, the pilgrims on the front mountain look at the two-color glow in the sky, and their bodies tremble with fright, almost thinking that it is the Buddha's manifestation, and some of the devout believers actually began to kneel and worship.

The monks of Lantuo Temple looked at this wonderful scene, although there was still a look of surprise on their faces, but when they saw that the two rays of light were coming from the back mountain, they understood who did it, but it was difficult to explain to these pious ordinary people, so they let them bow down in that direction.

Zhang Shaoyang and the three of them were the closest to the back mountain, and when they saw the terrible light rising from the back mountain, the three of them were stupid for a moment, and then they all began to run towards the back mountain.

For Yao Sanming, there is no sword in his hand, but the entire empty mountain is a sword.

Probably only when he encountered the monk in front of him who was about to die of old age, he would use all his strength to attack, so at this moment, the sky was full of sword shadows, flowers and trees, landscapes, birds and beasts all exuded a proud sword aura.

Yao Sanming took a step forward, and within three feet of his body, a dense formless qi sword was born, which was the terrifying strength after reaching the Nine Gates, which could detain the surrounding aura and turn it into a physical qi sword that could hurt people, so as to achieve the sword immortal divine power of 90,000 swords in a single thought.

The monk who was the enemy of Yao Sanming was much calmer in comparison, he just sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands folded in front of his chest, and beside him, a huge yellow light shield that could encompass the ten zhang range shone brightly.

Yao Sanming strode forward, and the countless small qi swords castrated even more fiercely, and when they hit the light mask, they made a strange sound of 'smashing and slamming', which was obviously not a physical object, but there was a sound of metal striking in the confrontation.

As Yao Sanming continued to approach, the light mask would be worn away by the sword qi for a few points, and the yellow Buddha light became much dimmer, but soon the light mask shrank by a zhang, and the light skyrocketed again in an instant, as if an ancient Buddha was sitting in the middle, and the majestic momentum made Yao Sanming frown.

"Old fellow, this Zen you participate in looks sinister, but it is actually very beneficial to you. ”

"Hehehe, it's not extravagant to become a Buddha, and it's not bad to become an arhat fruit. ”

"Hahaha, uncomfortable, uncomfortable, it's still comfortable for the old man to practice like this, be careful, the old man is going to be serious. ”

As he spoke, Yao Sanming stretched out his hand and shook it in the air, only to see that from every plant and tree on the Junkong Mountain, countless points of light flew up, all of which converged towards Yao Sanming's palm, in front of him, it was a white light cluster the size of a human head, and the spiritual power as vast as the river and the sea emanated from the light cluster, at this moment, the entire empty mountain was trembling.

Yao Sanming stretched out his hand into the ball of light, then grabbed it suddenly, and then pulled it out, and suddenly a phantom long sword was pulled out by him, the sword was not physical, but it was extremely condensed, almost making people feel that Yao Sanming grabbed a real long sword out of thin air.

"The old man will meet you with the foundation of this mountain, this trick, the old man has thought about it for a long time, how about it be called moving the mountain?"

"It's a good one to move a mountain, a good sword to move a mountain, and the old man will use the lion forest to pick you up with a sword. ”

Heaven and earth are overshadowed!

This sword is like the ancient sword path to carry forward the past and open up the future, countless dense air swords are in front, a sword that moves mountains is roaring behind, Yao Sanming seems to have a whole empty mountain standing behind him, as a solid barrier for him to move forward.

Zhang Shaoyang was stunned, the dazzling brilliance beating in his eyes was like a sledgehammer hitting his heart, making his heartbeat accelerate suddenly, and at this time he suddenly understood why Yao Sanming would send the Bailu Sword out, and why he disdained to use the sword when facing people.

When it reaches the extreme, what is not a sword?

The old monk's eyes widened, his hands finally drew a big circle in front of him, the tattered robe on his body at this moment without wind, the original golden light mask, when his hands were closed again, suddenly turned red, there was a Buddha number beating on the light mask, the old monk looked solemn, looking at the dense rush of sword qi fell on the light mask, and suddenly countless lion heads appeared on the light mask, and the qi sword was wiped out.

But the sword that followed by the spiritual power of the empty mountain made the old monk rise from the ground, and at this moment, the little monk who had followed the old monk for more than ten years saw the master's whole body for the first time.

The seemingly thin old monk is actually half a head taller than Yao Sanming.

When the sword moved the mountain and just touched the light mask, it quickly cut the light mask into a dent, and even the old monk was knocked out a few zhang away, but the light mask was not broken, but after a period of squirming, there was a soft sound of 'pop', and then a huge lion's head emerged and bit the sword fiercely.

Yao Sanming turned his sword around, pulled the sword out of the lion's mouth, and then he stepped forward and slashed it again towards the place where the sword had just been struck.

The old monk took a step back, but he still didn't avoid the phantom sword in Yao Sanming's hand, only to hear a click, and a crack finally appeared on the light mask.

The old monk didn't care, stretched out his hand and pulled it from the crack, the entire light mask was like a curtain, which was pulled up by his bare hands, and then he shook his hand and tied the curtain turned into this light mask in his hand, and his body finally took a step forward for the first time after retreating and retreating, and then he raised his head and slammed towards Yao Sanming's sword and punch.

There was no terrible impact, and there was no dazzling brilliance, but the moment when the sword and fist intersected, it was like a rapid dissolution after the intersection of water and fire, the long sword and the curtain dispersed at the same time, and the two of them were still making a move, and then laughed at the same time, Yao Sanming squeezed his hand into a fist and touched the old monk heavily.

At this moment, only the hearts of old friends are tacit.

"If you toss like this, I'm afraid it won't take many years for you to toss yourself to death, but fortunately, the two of us can still fight so heartily, even if we can't see each other in the future, there are no regrets. ”

The old monk sat down again, his hands were thundered and folded and then chanted the Buddha's horn, hearing Yao Sanming's ridicule, the old monk smiled: "You are not dead, I will definitely not die." ”

"What I want to say, the sword just now has been finished, and the old man pondered, it's time to go. ”

The old monk sighed, after this duel, a trace of red light appeared on the old monk's face inexplicably, and he smiled: "The old man is inconvenient, so he won't send it." ”

Yao Sanming waved his hand and said that he would leave, but the memories of the old monk in his mind flowed like flowing water.

In that era of high-spirited pointing to the rivers and lakes, he measured thousands of miles of rivers and mountains on foot with one person and one sword, and at that time, he was just like Huang Chongzhen now, stubborn and pitiful.

was burdened by the name of the sword immortal, and was deeply trapped in it and couldn't extricate himself, until he met the monk, Yao Sanming's arrogance was worn away, counting, the monk should be his benefactor, right?

He remembered the battle with the monk back then, and inexplicably felt funny.

"Donor, the poor monk thinks that there is always something more interesting in this world than fighting and killing. ”

"Donor, why don't you care more about the people around you, the swordsmen of the world seem to admire you, but in fact, they all insult you and are afraid of you, how lonely!"

"Donor, you fight with the poor monk, I will let you use the sword, and I will never fight back..."

......

It's enough to have a friend.

The more Yao Sanming thought about it, the funnier it became, until finally he suddenly laughed out loud, laughing so much that Zhang Shaoyang and the three of them stared at each other, and originally wanted to say a few words to the monk, but seeing that the master was gone, Zhang Shaoyang thought about it, and said goodbye to the monk, and then hurriedly chased after him.

"Master, I didn't expect that old monk to be so powerful, why didn't I find out before, it's too bad, I used to play tricks on the monk, what if this old monk protects his shortcomings and finds a place for him?"

"Master, you have to help me!"

Yao Sanming looked at his apprentice, it was really interesting, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, my Yao Sanming's apprentice, he won't bully him." ”

Zhang Shaoyang let out a sigh: "That's good." ”

Then he remembered the battle of the immortals just now, and couldn't help but be fascinated: "Master, your sword just now is very powerful, moving mountains, moving mountains, so courageous, and the old monk, the lion forest is so powerful, it can fight with the master without distinguishing between victory and defeat... And..."

Zhang Shaoyang gushed endlessly, the more he talked, the more excited he became, and unconsciously walked down the empty mountain, Yao Sanming looked back at the temple on the mountain, and there happened to be a bell ringing, floating in the mountains, for a long time.