Drinking and dancing, where you have fun, Wang Wu also opened his mouth to chant poetry, with the works of his predecessors, and his own improvisation. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After the banquet, the moonlight was sprinkled, and the gold and silver tables were gilded with silver radiance.

Jinyintai is a peculiar place of the Taibai Sword Sect, not the transformation of the Taibai Sect in the future, but the dream of Li Bai in the past. It has no natural color, and when the sun shines during the day, this table blooms with golden light, as if it were made of pure gold. And at night, when the moon shines, it shines silver.

At both ends of the gold and silver platform are cliffs, white clouds are flying outside, and in the depths of the clouds and mist, there are nine silver waterfalls falling, as if from nowhere to nowhere, repeatedly, and constantly circulating.

Wang Wu held a cyan sword with lotus patterns, the body of the sword was transparent, and the spirituality was distinct.

"I am majoring in the Qinglian Sword Book of the Taibai Sword Sect, and the moves are the most fantastic and elegant, but Brother Gu has paid attention. ”

After that, Wang Wu sang loudly: "The three mountains are half in the blue sky, and the two waters are divided into Egret Continent." ”

With a swing of the sword, the three mountains of the sword were outside the clouds, and the qi calmed the sky, but it divided the aura of heaven and earth into two, which just separated the ancient legend and made the aura around the ancient legend become thinner.

This is a move, although I have not seen a killing intention, but it is already a threat.

Gu Chuanxia didn't dare to slack off, and with one move of the sword, he flew into the space of up and down, left and right, so that Wang Wu's swordsmanship could not be aimed at him at all.

The next moment to attack first, the world is mine, all things are swords, everywhere.

Wang Wu's expression changed, and in the originally light sword blade, there was finally a trace of murderous aura. No matter how beautiful the swordsmanship is, it is always a martial art that kills people. A martial art that kills people must not be without murderous spirit. What's the difference between otherwise and dancing?

Wang Wu swung his sword, understated, and swayed as he wished, but in an instant, the tip of the sword exploded. One sword has turned into a hundred. The sword is like the light and flowing mountain spring, which should have been as plain and indisputable as the mountain spring.

However, this mountain spring water suddenly had a majestic murderous aura, and in an instant, the entire gold and silver platform, the entire heaven and earth had a murderous aura.

Mu Futian knew that Yan Qi really wanted to kill him, and he didn't have the slightest reservation.

He finally knew why Fang Shan had died so terrifyingly. Under Yan Qi's such a beautiful and splendid sword, he didn't have a reason to be so desolate as immortal.

Seeing that Wang Wu was serious, Gu Chuanxia's face was overjoyed. The swordsmanship without killing intent is no different from a child's game in the eyes of the ancient legend. The previous sword, if it weren't for the ancient legend in order to see the swordsmanship of the Taibai Sword School, there was no need to use the sword to show no self, as long as it was a slight stab, it could be cracked.

At this moment, Wang Wu became serious, and Gu Chuanxia could let go of his hands and feet, and waved his sword at Wang Wu more boldly.

And seeing Gu Chuanxia's swordsmanship, Wang Wu's face also showed a look of surprise. Poetry, wine, sword, although the sword is placed at the end, but after all, it is also a person in the martial arts, and when you see a powerful and wonderful swordsmanship, you will inevitably see the hunting heart.

Gu Chuanxia's swordsmanship began to suppress Wang Wu's swordsmanship, but it never crushed him to death, and there was still a glimmer of life, but it was constantly oppressing Wang Wu, making him forced to perform more subtle moves of the Taibai Sword School.

Wang Wu's swordsmanship, almost all the changes were cut by the ancient legend with a sword, as if the knife was drawn and the water was broken, and all the flowing water had come to an end.

Gradually, Wang Wu's sword began to slow down, his sword became slower, and the sword momentum became slower.

It's slow, but it's not much that hasn't changed. It's a very abstract feeling, and even if you stare at his sword for too long, you will feel nauseous and dizzy.

"I can't eat when I stop throwing cups, and I draw my sword and look around. The voice was low, and the charm and style of the swordsmanship changed in an instant.

This sword is boundless, unorganized, unconstrained, not a white cloud, not confined to the sky, not confined to flowing water, not confined to the earth. This sword can be anything in the world or nothing.

The murderous aura on the gold and silver platform is getting heavier and heavier. It's like the dark clouds that overhead the sky.

However, when the sword burst out, the dark clouds scattered all over the sky, like the rain at the beginning of summer.

But whatever is beautiful is the most dangerous.

Wang Wu's sword is like this.

If others face such a swordsmanship, they will inevitably be a little panicked. But Gu Chuanxia is not an outsider, his swordsmanship cultivation has reached a realm that ordinary people can only look at.

But all of a sudden, Gu Chuanxia's sword began to shine, brilliant like the sun. The temperature of the scorching sun is not the mildness of the early morning, but the scorching sun that is enough to flow gold and gravel, the sunset that is bright red as blood.

The clouds around him wandered around him, and in the clouds, the moonlight shone brightly. In this glow, there are immortals who come by the moonlight, with elegant style and noble temperament.

A sword flies to the immortals!

When Gu Chuanxia created this sword, he once thought of Tianmu Mountain in Li Taibai's poems, and at this moment, this sword has been sublimated, and the romance and magnificence of the sword technique are even worse than most of the swordsmanship of the Taibai Sword School.

Two swords intersect.

An inaudible sound wave rippled out from where the two swords clashed.

The clouds shattered layer by layer in all directions. For the first time, the gold and silver platform, which was shrouded in white clouds, was completely revealed.

Some of the disciples of the Taibai Sword Sect who had not yet rested, or chanted poems, or admired the moon, or practiced swords, all noticed the battle on the gold and silver platform, and when they found that one of them was Wang Wu, they were all excited, and they quickly galloped towards the gold and silver platform.

But when they arrived, the battle was over.

After all, it's just a competition, and if you continue to fight, you can only see life and death.

And the results speak for themselves.

Wang Wu could only be sealed by the sword of Gu Chuanxia.

"It's me who lost! What a beautiful swordsmanship! Brother Gu! There's a reluctant invitation from below. ”

"Can you pass on this sword technique to me? Wang Wu looked at Gu Chuanxia eagerly and said.

If it was an ancient legend in the past, he would definitely weigh a few points.

But the ancient heroes who see through their hearts and find their own ways, and are no longer obsessed with superficial martial arts and cheats, are different.

"Brother Wang wants to learn this trick from me, and I will naturally teach him. "Gu Chuanxia didn't even ask for it.

Wang Wu said: "How embarrassing is this, why don't you exchange it with a volume of Qinglian Sword Dictionary and a hundred jars of century-old Taibai wine with the ancient brother?"

"But!" Gu Chuanxia nodded, although the Qinglian Sword Book was profound, it had also been seen through by Gu Chuanxia, and there was not much gain from one more volume of Sword Codex. However, the hundred jars of liquor are rare.

Although Gu Chuanxia himself is not good at drinking, most of the friends he knows are greedy for cups, and with this hundred jars of liquor, he can entertain them.

"Wang Wu, who gave you the right to wantonly give away the martial arts and spirit wine of this sect? Do you think that as an elder of boiling wine, you can do whatever you want?" A voice suddenly sounded, breaking the harmonious scene of the guest and the host at this moment.

(To be continued.) )