A sword struck, like a feather soaring.

If there is a real person in Wudang here, he may be able to recognize this sword as the legendary Feather Three Immortal Sword.

It is said that before Zhang Zhenren went to Wudang Mountain, there were unknown Taoists practicing on Wudang Mountain. After Zhang Zhenren went up the mountain, the nameless Taoist passed on Zhang Zhenren to feather the Three Immortal Sword. As its name suggests, there are only three moves, containing three kinds of sword intent, one is a mountain turtle, one is a water snake, and one is a flying crane.

It's just that the three immortal swords of feathering are not heavy moves, and those who have always learned swords often don't know the essentials, and can only draw scoops according to the gourd, and they can't display the divine will of the three immortal swords. Over time, the Feathered Three Immortal Swords turned out to be the last stream, and no one cared about them.

Zhao Shiquan also accidentally saw this sword technique, because he practiced in the mountains all the year round, with the white crane as his companion, and the Flying Crane Sword was only realized in recent years in the Three Immortal Swords.

But just this move of the Flying Crane Sword, he didn't think it could beat Liu Mingsheng. Because no matter from the gossip or rumors, Liu Mingsheng seems to have stepped into the legendary innate realm, and has reached the realm of refining gods, which can be called the sword god.

After all, Zhao Shiquan is from a famous Wudang family, although he doesn't know the saying of sword intent, but there has always been no shortage of people in Wudang who comprehend the innate realm. The innate realm lies in refining the gods, so he also deduced that Liu Mingsheng should have stepped into the innate realm, otherwise why is the swordsmanship so fierce and unmatched.

So he didn't step forward in the first place, but let everyone lose Liu Mingsheng's god first.

It has to be said that his strategy can be regarded as a success.

At this moment, after Liu Mingsheng was seriously injured for a hundred miles, he eagerly swung away Yang Mowei and Mu Wuqing's swords, not only was he powerless to stop Zhao Shiquan's sword, but he also had no way to dodge. He could only let Zhao Shiquan attack with a sword, and Feihe's sword intent also fell into his mind.

If it was at the beginning, Zhao Shiquan's Flying Crane Sword would not be able to reach Liu Mingsheng, even if the sneak attack was successful, it would be difficult to control the enemy with the Flying Crane Sword Intent. But Liu Mingsheng came all the way, although the sword intent was differentiated, it also hurt his mind a lot, and in the face of this flying crane sword intent, he couldn't help but suffer a big loss.

Because Zhao Shiquan knew that he only had this one chance, this sword almost exhausted his mind.

Liu Mingsheng only felt that the whole person was fluttering, as if he was flying up on a crane. The next moment, I felt my body sink again, as if I had fallen to the earth from nine heavens away.

When he woke up, he felt cold in his chest and blood gurgling. Zhao Shiquan's sword hit his heart, but what Zhao Shiquan didn't expect was that Liu Mingsheng's body was like steel, and it would be difficult to enter it if it was inserted into more than two inches.

In the distance, Bai Xiaofeng, who was watching this scene, muttered: "What the landlord said is right, Zhao Shiquan is really hidden deeply. However, even if he can become the head of Wudang, he can't escape the palm of the landlord. ”

When Zhao Shiquan saw Liu Mingsheng's eyes lit up, he knew that it was bad, and he didn't care about the sword in his hand, so he hurriedly abandoned the sword and got up. Even if he escaped in time, Liu Mingsheng struck out with a sword, and the sword qi shot straight out three zhang away. And Yang Mowei was miserable, he saw that Zhao Shiquan had succeeded, so he hurriedly rushed forward, and just happened to encounter this fierce sword.

The long sword in his hand suddenly broke into pieces, and the sword qi hit his chest.

Liu Mingsheng swung this sword and his body shook, and Zhao Shiquan's sword hurt his heart after all. With a flick of his left hand, Zhao Shiquan's long sword shattered except for the one inch that remained in his body.

When they saw this, they were all so shocked that they did not dare to come forward.

Liu Mingsheng's expression was still indifferent, but his face turned even paler. He took a deep look at the already dead Relief Mage, and then glanced coldly at everyone. Everyone felt like falling into an ice cave, and their bodies were cold, and they couldn't help but feel palpitations.

Just as he was on guard, Liu Mingsheng suddenly turned around and left.

Zhao Shiquan gritted his teeth when he looked at Liu Mingsheng's departing figure, wanting to catch up, but his eyes were dark, but it was the sword just now that lost his mind. The moment he fell, Mu Wuqing looked at everyone, many of them were seriously injured, and he couldn't help but shake his head. Except for those who had already fled, it seemed that only he was not injured in the scene, but let him catch up alone, having seen Liu Mingsheng's sword, how could he have that guts.

I couldn't help but take out the gold sore medicine from my arms, and healed everyone one by one, and Liu Mingsheng received a sword in his heart, and I was afraid that he would not live for a few days.

......

Another night passed, and a touch of fish belly appeared in the east. Gradually, a red sun rose, reflecting the sky in a bright red.

It is said that older people like to wake up early, and they are always worried that they will never wake up after falling asleep for too long. Although the Great Dream Venerable Lord is on the heavenly list and is a super-first-class master in the rivers and lakes, he is an old man after all.

When the rooster crows, he wakes up.

I took the dark tanuki out for a walk until the sun rose. And at the time of the rising sun, he also saw a man.

He knew this man well, and it was thanks to him that he was able to get out of the iron prison. Otherwise, Ye Xipeng would not let him go to Jiangnan. And he followed this man for several days and nights before he found an opportunity to cast a nightmare spell on him. If it weren't for the master who ran out of nowhere to make trouble, he wouldn't have fallen short.

A few days ago, Ye Xipeng also told him that this person is not what it used to be, and asked him to be a little careful. The Lord of the Great Dream can make such a reputation on the Daming rivers and lakes, and it is terrifying. Obviously, he doesn't just rely on the Big Dream Sutra, he is more careful than other Jianghu people. It was said that when he saw that the nightmare technique was broken that day, he immediately turned around and left, without stopping at all, and the others were afraid that they would have to wait and see for a while, or fight with that person.

See this person again at this time, it stands to reason that the Lord of the Great Dream should avoid it. But seeing that the man's clothes were torn and his chest was mottled with blood, the Great Dream Venerable Lord greeted him instead.

The man was mortally wounded and dying, and it was a good time to plant the seeds of nightmares for him. If he really controls this person, plus himself, even if Ye Xipeng is afraid, he can't help him.

"Meow—"

The pitch-black tanuki screamed, its fur standing on end. The next moment, the eyes of the Great Dream Venerable stood up, and he seemed to have changed bodies with the tanuki.

The man in front of him suddenly looked confused.

A flame faintly rose from the tanuki's eyes, and the same flame seemed to appear in the man's eyes. It was eighteen years ago on the coast of the East China Sea. The fire burned the man's house, and the sound of swords clattered in his ears. His father and mother, as well as Uncle Seven, Uncle Liu, and others all fell in a pool of blood.

At the age of eight, he was stabbed and covered in blood, with nowhere to hide.

The Nightmare Law of the Great Dream Lord once again pulled that person back into the memories of eighteen years ago, and the dream reality was intertwined.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed.

The cold light is like the rising sun suddenly jumping out of the clouds, shining brightly.

His sword did not stab at the Great Dream Lord, but instead stabbed at the tanuki in the Great Dream Lord's arms. The sword was stained with blood as soon as it came out, and what made people feel weird was that the civet cat was clearly hit by a sword. But instead of hearing the tanuki's mournful scream, an old scream was heard.

And as the old man's scream sounded, the Great Dream Venerable fell straight back.

Neither the tanuki nor the Great Dream Lord himself was breathing.

Looking at the person holding the sword again, it was Liu Mingsheng from Lingyin Temple. He still has the tip of the sword stuck in his heart, and he is afraid that he will not be able to afford to die if he changes others. But Liu Mingsheng's great revenge has been avenged, and his only obsession is only his younger brother who suffers from Yin Tianle.

Speaking of which, the Great Dream Venerable Lord is also unlucky, if Liu Mingsheng is not injured, the Great Dream Venerable Lord is afraid that he will not face Liu Mingsheng head-on, with his own light skills and the Great Dream Heart Sutra, Liu Mingsheng may not be able to help him.

Zhang Songxi said at that time that as long as Liu Mingsheng understood the sword intent, he could basically finish off the Great Dream Lord with one sword. What's more, his revenge has been avenged, and the grievances and grievances of the year are over. Where can the Nightmare Technique of the Great Dream Venerable Master still confuse his heart, naturally he should have this calamity, and finally die under Liu Mingsheng's sword.

Liu Mingsheng shook his head slightly when he passed by the Great Dream Venerable, for eighteen years, he had been tormented by the memory of that night all the time, reminding him to take revenge, and now it was all over. He looked up at the sky, it was time for them to come.

By the time Liu Mingsheng walked to a courtyard, the door of the courtyard had already been opened.

Jin Yin'er stood outside the courtyard gate, and under the rising sun, his blond hair was like a layer of brilliance.

"Why are you here?" Jin Yin'er is like a dream these days, he has grown up on the ship of the purple-clothed dragon king since he was a child, although the people on the ship look a little strange at him because of his illness, but the purple-clothed dragon king treats him well, and no one dares to bully him.

But he was quiet by nature, and he was tired of the sound of the waves of the sea, and originally thought that he would never get off the boat for the rest of his life, but he did not expect someone to take him off the boat. The land is as smooth as those who have disembarked say, and it will not be like a ship, which is bumpy in the stormy waves.

There was also no sound of those waves splashing, so on the days on land, he slept peacefully.

Only occasionally I think of the man in white, his own brother that Lord Jinyi Wei said he was talking about. Although he had only met once, he sometimes really wanted to see him again.

Jin Yin'er suddenly saw the wound on Liu Mingsheng's chest again, and exclaimed, "You are injured." He hurriedly stepped forward to support Liu Mingsheng.

When Liu Mingsheng saw Jin Yin'er step forward, he subconsciously clenched the sword in his hand, but looking at Jin Yin'er's anxious look, his hand couldn't help but relax again. Jin Yin'er didn't pay attention to this, he approached Liu Mingsheng, and when he supported Liu Mingsheng, he felt that Liu Mingsheng was cold, and couldn't help but say, "Let's go in first, what about Mr. Meng?"

"Mr. Dream......

Jin Yin'er helped Liu Mingsheng into the courtyard, and shouted loudly to Lord Dameng, how did he know that Mr. Dream had died in the hands of Liu Mingsheng.

Liu Mingsheng shook his head and muttered, "Don't scream, he's dead." ”

"Dead?" Jin Yin'er was startled, I don't know if it was because of his similar appearance, the blonde old man still had a very good impression in his eyes.

Liu Mingsheng didn't speak, his face turned even paler, and there was no trace of blood on his lips. He looked up at the sky again, the sun was rising, and it was time for them to come.

Outside the courtyard, the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard in the distance. Not long after, the figures of Miyayuki and Sakurako Sakagami appeared in Liu Mingsheng's eyes.

"Yanagi-kun, what's wrong with you?" Sakurako Sakagami exclaimed, rushed up, hugged Liu Mingsheng, and Liu Mingsheng's voice slowly fell into his ears: "Take him away, take him to Shengyue ......"