There will always be such and such excitement in the rivers and lakes, although Li Wenshuo is gone, but the pilgrims of the White Horse Temple are still endless, even more than in the past.

Many people who come here are to see the rumored powerful white horse stick array, and there are people who want to make a name for themselves at the beginning of the rivers and lakes, go to challenge the white horse stick array, although the warrior monks of the White Horse Temple are tireless, but the start is not too heavy, so they are tired of dealing with that large wave of people all day long.

Dugu Qiu carried a sword on his back and led his horse on this bustling street, a little at a loss. He has been practicing swords in the mountains since he was a child, and he still stays in that initial realm after twenty years, and he is not very distressed, because the master usually says that he is stupid, and he is used to it, and the brothers and sisters also think he is stupid on weekdays.

This time the master asked him to go down the mountain to challenge a person named Li Wenshuo, before going down the mountain, he was a little excited, he used to listen to the brothers and sisters tell the story of the mountain, or some curiosity and yearning, but when he really arrived at the bottom of the mountain, he felt bored again after only half a month.

"It's still interesting to practice swords, the master is really, I went down the mountain and inquired, then Li Wenshuo turned out to be a master of the Xianfeng Great Perfection Realm, wouldn't he be able to beat me down with one and a half moves?

Thinking of this, Dugu Qiu's expression was also a little solemn, and after thinking about his senior sister's anger, he would rather fight with Li Wenshuo, who was known as the Great Perfection of Xianfeng.

I bought two buns on the way, and while paying, I asked, "This brother, do you know that Li Wenshuo?"

The peddler selling steamed buns was originally happy that business had been much better than before in the past few days, and when he heard this, he was also a little proud, and said with a smile: "That's, my sword immortal from Fenghua Prefecture! No one in the world knows, no one knows!"

Hearing this, Dugu Qiu's face was even more shocked, the expression on his face was even more gloomy at the moment, others already had the name of Sword Immortal at the age of eighteen, and he was already over twenty years old, but he was still in this initial realm.

"Do you know where he is now?"

"The traces of the sword immortal, how can we ordinary people know it, that day the sword immortal broke the white horse stick formation in front of the White Horse Temple, and then disappeared without a trace. ”

Dugu Qiu heard this, and breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, he already had an attitude of breaking the jar, anyway, he had never won a sword competition since he was a child, and in the past three years, the master asked him to seal the sheath and realize the sword, and he didn't feel that he had realized anything, but he was afraid that he hadn't come out of the sword for three years, and now he wouldn't even use the sword when he drew the sword, and it was nothing to lose this time, but he was afraid of embarrassing the sect, after all, the senior brother was so powerful, he was still practicing hard all day long, not just to not lose face in the big competition of the Wuyue Sword Sect.

"Thank you. ”

led the horse to the White Horse Temple, saw that the two stone horses were very strange, and praised it as well deserved.

The warrior monk Xuankong rubbed his shoulders, although the brothers have been a little tired in the past few days, but the incense of the White Horse Temple is a lot more prosperous, and it can be regarded as accumulating virtue for Buddhism.

"Donor, why are you standing here in a daze?"

Dugu Qiu smiled awkwardly, a little embarrassed, made a gesture, and said softly: "Master, Dugu Qiu, a disciple in Xiahua Mountain, was ordered by the master to come and see the stick formation of this White Horse Temple." ”

Xuankong smiled bitterly, let out a sigh of relief, and said: "Donor, since the master is out of Huashan and travels, no one dares to despise the name of the sect as long as he reports it, so why bother to come to this White Horse Temple." ”

"I don't want to hide it from the master, but the master's order is difficult to disobey, and I have offended a lot, please forgive me. ”

On this day, there was a sea of people in front of the White Horse Temple, but people were no stranger, these days there are not many people who come to challenge the White Horse Stick Formation, but none of them have succeeded, and someone has opened the handicap not far away, betting that the young man in Tsing Yi can hold on for a few breaths.

Looking at the Huashan disciple who took the sword off his back, Xuankong was a little helpless, not to mention that you are a junior who has not reached the level of Xianfeng, even if you are the first disciple of Huashan Lin Zitao to come, there is no chance. Thinking of this, I don't want to waste my energy, and I am going down with a stick at the moment.

"Offended!"

Dugu Qiu was stunned, he didn't expect this stick method to be so fast, and he secretly said that it was not good, and he hurriedly drew his sword, and the long sword was three inches out of the sheath, and there was also a sword qi rushing into the sky, and the cold sword qi was like a knife.

A stick was blocked, so as not to surprise Xuankong too much, the white horse stick array was heavier than the stick, endless, endless, but the moment Dugu Qiu came out of the sword, his perception was a little blurred, Dugu Qiu's realm began to float up and down in the initial realm, and he didn't dare to be careless at the moment.

"Yaksha!"

Xuankong let out a low shout, the shadows of the sticks in the sky were endless, and the three sticks and yaksha were sinking strongly, this kind of power was no longer something that the initial realm could resist.

Dugu Qiu was in the formation, and he also felt a lot, but he felt that under that pressure, his qi was rushing around, completely uncontrollable, which was a precursor to going crazy!

In desperation, the long sword in his hand came out one inch more, and the four-inch cold light sword qi shone, which actually cut the shadow of the stick in the sky, and Dugu Qiu in the formation was still trying to draw the sword, but Xuankong had turned the world upside down in his heart, and the young man in Huashan in front of him had unconsciously crossed that hurdle and reached the realm of Xianfeng that ordinary martial artists dreamed of.

"Dreadnought!"

The visitors outside the temple also recognized this stick fearlessly and exclaimed.

"Why did these little masters use such a killer move?"

"Yes, it's only been a while, even if it's a little impatient, but this fearlessness is second only to demon subjugation, and it also consumes a lot of energy. ”

"This young man must have offended the monks in the temple, and it seems that he is going to suffer some hardships!"

The life around him was noisy, but Mo Li didn't speak, and several masters of the Xianfeng realm also had complicated expressions, where was this impatience?

Dugu Qiu's face was pale, sweat was like rain, and his muscles and veins were in great pain, but even he couldn't figure out why he was still insisting, the moment he saw the cold light out of the sheath, he seemed to hear a voice, he could feel the sword in his hand cheering, as if he felt the master holding a branch to whip him, as if he felt the senior sister looking at him with a resentful face behind his back.

The sword is more than half unsheathed!

I saw that the eighteen stick monks said fearlessly again, and there was a lion phantom born from the array, more than a foot high. As soon as the long stick fell, the lion roared angrily in the sky, shaking the heavens and the earth, even if it was dozens of zhang away, the spectators all covered their ears and frowned, and the weaker, those who did not understand martial arts, had fallen to the ground, and their ears were oozing blood.

Dugu Qiu was in the center of the big array, and the power he inherited was ten times greater, and the corners of his mouth kept coughing up wisps of blood, but he was unmoved, his eyes stared at the unsheathed half of the sword body, and an arrogant and domineering sword intent emanated from the sword body.

Dugu Qiu only felt comfortable, and exhaled with a clear breath, which turned into a sharp sword light, and forcibly cut the lion turned into a light rain in the sky.

The people around him were even more shocked and speechless, and even those Xianfeng masters were dumbfounded.

Buddha Guanghua lion

The lion roars at the Buddha Gate

Xiukou spat out sword anger

They don't want to say they've seen such moves, even if they don't believe it in the past.

Xuankong suppressed the sweetness in his throat, only to feel that his chest and abdomen were cut by the sword intent in the air, knowing that the sword intent was already unstoppable, and he couldn't care about it, and the eighteen monks shouted in unison: "Conquer demons!"

I saw a three-zhang Buddha rising from the ground, the Buddha's light burst, angry eyes.

Since then

The sword is unsheathed

Seeing this, Mo Li was even more excited and couldn't help himself, trembling his voice and spit out two words.

"Ten thousand!"

The sound of the sword chant is like rain falling on a clear spring, endlessly, echoing in the city, for a long time.

The name of the sword in his hand is ten thousand, and the sword move is also ten thousand, and the sword of Dugu Qiu has come out, and he has broken through several realms, and he has already reached the realm of Xianfeng's great consummation.

this day

Huashan is lonely and hateful, holding the famous sword of the Spring and Autumn Period, and breaking the formation with a sword.

Towards enlightenment, entering the road at night, under the sunset, Dugu Qiu stood alone with a sword, squinting at the afterglow of the sunset, only thinking that it was extraordinarily good-looking, and in the eyes of everyone, he was also out of the dust.

Twenty years of sword understanding in the mountains, at this moment is a small achievement, Huashan has Lin Zitao, at this moment out of the lonely hatred, looking at the man standing with a sword in front of him, stunned, Xuankong monk had mixed feelings for a while, but in half a month, this white horse stick array was broken one after another, and today's martial arts is really talented.

On the top of Huashan, an old man looked at the chessboard in his hand and suddenly laughed.

"Watching chess for 20 years, today I started to enter the Tao, Dugu, you will not only be my first apprentice in Huashan, but also the first person in the world in the future!"

Dugu Qiu was also a little inexplicably happy, thinking that he would not be beaten by the master again when he went back this time, looking at so many people around him, his face was a little red, as if he had thought of something, put away his long sword, hugged his fists and asked: "Excuse me, heroes, does anyone know where to sell rouge?"

Dugu Qiu, who bought rouge, did not stay here for a long time, bought rouge and left, there are rumors that he went to find Li Wenshuo, who broke the battle here a few days ago, and there are also rumors that he went to find the beautiful woman who gave rouge.

After today, the eighteen stick monks of the White Horse Temple no longer guarded in front of the door, which made all the young people who wanted to be famous by this cry of regret, and even more yearning for Li Wenshuo and Dugu who broke out of the formation.

It is worth mentioning that although there are less than eighteen monks playing sticks in front of the White Horse Temple, there is one more old monk who sweeps the floor, and many years later, the old monk died cross-legged in front of the temple gate.

There is a novice crying out the word "first", and the world knows that this old monk, who has been unknown for so many years, is actually the first one in the White Horse Temple, the great master of the Xuanche realm.