"Winner, Wudang Shangguan Lingyun!"

As soon as a competition began, it ended quickly, as if it was just a hello and the winner was decided.

"Quick, it's too fast! Wudang has a fist and a sword!"

"The sword is divided into seven stars, and the Beidou hangs upside down! This is the Tiangang Beidou Sword of Wudang Seven Uniques!"

"This Shangguan Lingyun is not weaker than that Xie Baoshu in the slightest. Could it be that each of the seven sons of Wudang has such strength, it would be too terrifying!"

......

Xie Baoshu and Shangguan Lingyun came out strongly, refreshing everyone's perception of Wudang more and more.

"This son will one day be a peerless swordsman of the Jianghu generation!"

"He was also trained by Uncle Wudang!"

"There is a palm technique first, and then there is a sword technique, is this Lu Chunliang martial arts omnipotent?"

......

The older generation sees it even more far-reaching.

How the younger generation fights, in their opinion, is not the most important.

What they care about is how to get a glimpse of the reality of Wudang's little uncle through the martial arts path of the seven sons of Wudang, so as to find out the true essence of this Wudang now.

For a while, the elders of the Daomen were focused, and their eyes were once again firmly locked on the bodies of the other Wudang five sons.

"Flying immortals out of the sky?"

In the Qingcheng faction, a female swordsman heard what Shangguan Lingyun said, silently held the Biqing long sword in her hand, and the corners of her eyebrows gradually raised.

......

"Ling Xiao sent Ling Yuerou to meet Senior Sister Wudang Zhuang!"

"Zhuang Xiaolou has seen Sister Ling!"

......

The two girls played against each other, which was quite eye-catching, attracting many fiery eyes.

The lady is graceful, like a lotus, standing there.

The cloud-robed Dao aunt has a delicate body, a dusty temperament, and is as beautiful as a goddess.

Bang Bang Bang ......

The cloud-robed Dao Gu waved the whip, her figure looked delicate, but the whip technique was quite strong, and the air twitched like firecrackers.

The whip method is formed into a circle, ring by ring, constantly nested, and the opponent is heavily enveloped in it, and there is nowhere to escape, which is dazzling.

And the gentle figure always stood there, motionless, and then a pair of eyes were raised, gentle, cold and ruthless, and the jade hand held the knife and slashed down.

Chopping, chipping, teasing...... The knife technique is cold and unpretentious.

No matter how changeable the whip was, confusing the sight, the ruthless eyes never had a trace of waves, clear as a quiet spring, clearly reflected.

Every time the gorgeous whip shadow fell, it was immediately cut off by the sword, unchanged and ever-changing, and went straight to the point.

The whip method was broken again and again, and Ling Yuerou's moves were chaotic, and she retreated again and again.

Then a scimitar swept upward, drawing a graceful arc, rising to the extreme, and falling leisurely.

For a while, the sky darkened, and everyone seemed to see ......

A crescent moon sets in the sky, and the cold light obscures all the light.

The murderous aura of all things came silently.

When the sword is gone, everything is gone.

Syllable......

A long whip severed from it fell to the ground.

"Little sister is defeated!" Ling Yuerou withdrew and admitted defeat, not much unwilling to lose.

Her eyes still fluttered uncontrollably.

The ruthless sword light destroys humanity, and when faced with it, it only makes people desperate, and they can't find any idea of fighting back.

She curtsied and asked sincerely, "Little sister has something to understand, and I ask Sister Zhuang for advice!"

"But it doesn't hurt to say it!" Zhuang Xiaolou chuckled lightly and slowly put away the knife.

The knife is ruthless, but people are merciful.

Under her smile, she no longer saw the fierceness of the knife just now, and as soon as she retracted her sharpness, she became gentle and friendly again, obviously to the point that she was free to send and receive her own breath.

The gap between the front and back is so big that it seems to be two people.

Ling Yuerou was even more surprised when she saw this, and said with admiration: "Sister Zhuang has such a gentle temperament, seeing it like a spring breeze, how can she refine such a ruthless sword?

As soon as she thought of the ruthless knife technique just now, she slapped her proud chest with her little hand with a frightened face, setting off a wave of waves.

"Hiss......"

There was a sudden gasp all around.

Zhuang Xiaolou's eyes silently moved away from the other party's chest, looked down at himself, and was suddenly silent.

After a long time, she sighed softly, and her tone was quiet, "The success of the knife technique is all thanks to the guidance of the little master and uncle!"

"Junior Uncle Wudang, didn't he teach Senior Brother Xie the amazing palm technique? Now that he has taught my sister such a sword technique, can he be an old man who knows everything?" Ling Yuerou's eyes widened, and she couldn't hide her surprise.

Life is short and energy is limited, is there really anyone who is proficient in all martial arts?

She couldn't imagine!

"Uncle Xiao uses the Great Dao to perform martial arts, and he has all the way. There are many martial arts in the world, and they are difficult for his old man!" Zhuang Xiaolou smiled faintly, but he thought it was normal.

"There are such strange people in this world! I really want to see them!" Hearing her say this, the curiosity in Ling Yuerou's heart could no longer be suppressed.

"You wouldn't want to see it, Sister Ling!" Zhuang Xiaolou shook his head unexpectedly.

"Why?" Ling Yuerou was puzzled.

"The true face of the little uncle is indescribable, I can only say ......

There is no such person in the world, and when you see your ancestors, you will be mistaken for life!"

Speaking of this, Zhuang Xiaolou's face couldn't help but feel a little lonely, and his words became even more hollow, "If you really see the little uncle and ancestor, you will understand." Compared with them, the men in this world are so vulgar and tasteless, I am afraid that it will be difficult to accept others for the rest of my life, and I will be lonely for the rest of my life!"

"It's so terrifying!" Ling Yuerou was dazed when she heard it, and she only felt ......

Terrible, really terrible!

The woman's heart is keen, and she can understand that Zhuang Xiaolou's words carry a different emotion, without the slightest joke.

"Then I'm not optimistic!" she stuck out her tongue, a look of fear.

That being said, her fingers unconsciously stirred her hair, very tangled.

Seeing the ancestor for life?

What kind of fairy face is this?

I want to see it, I still want to see it!

Boom......

......

"Victory, victory! One move, another move!"

"When did Wudang's disciples become so strong?"

"If it is the seven sons of Wudang, each of them is like this! Among the thirty-six views, I am afraid that only Taiyuanzi, Wen Gang, and Lin Fengqiao are only a few people, and they can fight with them. And if you want to defeat them, you have to be the chief disciples of the other four mountains!"

......

And again, and again!

Xie Baoshu, Shangguan Lingyun, and Zhuang Xiaolou defeated their opponents in one move after another, showing an invincible posture, which immediately made everyone participating in the big competition look solemn.

And the people of the Kongtong, Shenxiao, Maoshan and other factions are even more depressed.

With such a strong Wudang, how can they drive them out of the position of Dao Kui?

"Brother Red-haired Daoist, it seems that we have to think about it in the long run!" The red-haired elder of the Kongtong Sect was in distress, and a solemn old voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Brother Qinglong Dao, what do you say?" he said noncommittally, although he had a violent temperament, as an elder of a faction, he had his own determination, and when the matter came, he calmed down.

"In my opinion, the Seven Sons are very skilled! Even if the chief disciples of our various sects can defeat two or three of them, under the wheel, they will inevitably lose!" another hoarse voice said.

"Yes! If you want to suppress Wudang, it seems that our other factions must join forces selfishly. No matter which faction becomes the last Dao leader in the end, it is imperative that Wudang be pulled off the horse first!"

"Good! we should pay full attention to the number of exercises of the seven sons of Wudang, and then join forces to discuss the method of cracking!"

"Count me as the one sent by the old gentleman!"

"Okay! You are all old men in the rivers and lakes, and if you don't believe it, you can't deal with seven juniors! Even if they have to be instructed by Uncle Wudang, three stinkers are better than one Zhuge Liang. We have also crisscrossed the rivers and lakes, and when we join forces, are we still better than a little uncle of Wudang?"

"Good!"

"Right!"

"Yes!"

......

Xie Baoshu, Shangguan Lingyun, and Zhuang Xiaolou's performance was so strong that the people he sent suddenly couldn't sit still anymore.

Under the transmission of true qi, an invisible alliance against Wudang in the thirty-six views began to form, and everything was silent.

On the field, Hao Renzhen, Wu Chaoran, Xiao Letian, Yan Caiwei, and other four sons also began to play.