The whining wind became more and more intense, the Zen staff in the fat man's hand was waved more and more rapidly, the air was pierced, and the mournful silver light flickered into a layer of light curtain, enveloping the bell.

"Random Wind Splitting Staff Method!"

The fat head let out a long roar, a Zen staff was messy and ruthless, the momentum was strong and heavy, as fast as lightning, and the strength and speed suddenly increased a lot.

This kind of move is a delicate staff method of the fat head tuo, called the chaotic splitting wind rod method, the move seems messy, but in fact it is dangerous, in the blink of an eye, the bell feels that the fat head tuo in front of him has changed greatly, as if he is crazy, a group of staff shadows waved into a piece, and the sharp air flow is torn like a sharp sword.

Sen Sen's cold air struck, and Gui Zhong's eyes lit up, and he immediately found that Fat Toutuo's combat power had increased a lot.

"What a mess of splitting the wind staff. With a sigh of praise in his mouth, his heart froze, the whole person was in a trance like the wind, the long sword danced, a trace of ethereal sword light continued to cut a group of staff shadows, and sometimes there was a violent roar, the blades in the hands of the two people contained strong internal force, once they collided, they exploded like thunder and fire, on the mountain road, the two figures fought together, the dust was flying, and the people outside couldn't even see their figures.

Gui Zhong exerted his Xiyi swordsmanship with all his might, and the sword light was as fast as lightning, almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, and what was even more subtle was that there seemed to be a faint layer of mysterious energy shrouded in his long sword, and the sound of the blade breaking through the void was getting smaller and smaller, which was the wonder of "Xiyi" in Xiyi's swordsmanship.

Aware that his swordsmanship has made great progress, he was pleasantly surprised by Zhong Xin, the way of martial arts, it is really necessary to go through a fighting battle to be able to improve, and it is almost impossible to practice a kung fu to the peak of perfection by simple hard practice.

Just like he is now, Xiyi swordsmanship has also been practiced for many years, although he continues to comprehend the mysteries and has a certain understanding of the wonder of Xiyi, but this swordsmanship is displayed, and there is still a huge gap from the realm of Ruoxiruyi.

And now, under the Liaodong Fat Toutuo's chaotic splitting wind staff method, it has brought huge pressure to Gui Zhong, under this pressure, his Xiyi swordsmanship began to grow and progress rapidly, and all kinds of mysteries in swordsmanship have been revealed, and the roughness of swordsmanship in the past has gradually made up for it under such pressure.

The fat head is like a whetstone, constantly refining Gui Zhong's swordsmanship.

The whining wind came to his face, and the huge Zen staff phantom continued to bombard, and the pace at the feet of Gui Zhong was not chaotic, avoiding the real and hitting the void, and the Xiyi swordsmanship in his hand was continuously used, and the wisps of sword qi were like a net, constantly shrouding the fat head.

Sneered, the sound of gold and iron into the flesh continued to sound, the fat head Tuo's heart was very depressed, his chest, arms, shoulders, thighs, and all over his body appeared one after another, blood was dripping, this is still his rich combat experience, a strong kung fu, every time at the most critical moment, he dodged a little, avoided the vital point, it looked like the blood was blurred, but in fact, he suffered some skin injuries, with his skills are not a big deal.

Even so, it also made the fat head more and more shocked, he felt that the swordsmanship of the person in front of him had increased more than a step in a short period of time, the sword light became more and more empty, and the slightest faint wind sound was slowly imperceptible, it was like an invisible shadowless sword, if the induction was slightly wrong, he would be stabbed by the terrible sword light immediately.

"Damn, Taiyuan Daoist, what kind of swordsmanship are you, there is a kind of fair competition with Lao Tzu!"

In the face of Xiyi's swordsmanship, Fat Toutuo has a feeling that he is being attacked by others all the time, and the continuous sword light makes him blind and deaf, becoming blind and deaf, if it weren't for his profound skills and strong sense of crisis, I am afraid that he will be killed under the sword of Gui Zhong.

"Hmph, fat head, you have shallow knowledge, this set of swordsmanship is called Xiyi swordsmanship, the power lies in the word Xiyi, it is difficult for you to figure out the mystery yourself, but you can really laugh at such ignorant words!"

Gui Zhong sneered and sneered.

The fat head screamed, his heart was furious, one was not careful, his neck was cold, he was scared, and a lazy donkey rolled directly, and a blood line was pulled out of his back with a stabbing sound, even so it still made him break out in a cold sweat, almost, just now, he was wiped on his neck by a sword, how dangerous this is.

"Hmph, Taiyuan Daoist, Lao Tzu remembers you, one day you will be defeated by me. ”

The fat man's heart was cold, knowing that he might not be Gui Zhong's opponent today, he immediately roared, the sound waves rolled, making people's ears and eyes buzz, but he himself was like wheels, and in the blink of an eye, he kicked up a cloud of dust and fled far away.

Gui Zhong put away the sword and stood, and did not go up to catch up, he gained a lot in today's battle, Xiyi swordsmanship finally went to the next level, and comprehended a trace of Xiyi's meaning, saying that all this is thanks to the fat head, so naturally he is too lazy to go up and chase and kill.

"The Taoist is really superb in swordsmanship, and the poor monks and others are very impressed!"

The Four Great King Kongs walked over in a few steps and praised again and again.

"Everyone praised it, and the poor road is just inheriting the legacy of the ancestors. ”

Everyone greeted each other for a while, and now no one came to stop them, and soon went down Wutai Mountain.

Entering the territory of Datong Mansion, Gui Zhong suddenly received a secret signal from the Huashan faction, it seemed that there was something to gather people, which made him so surprised, he has been running around in the past few years, and has never returned to Huashan, even the second elder of Gui Xinshu, but only exchanged letters every once in a while, this time I actually saw the contact code of the Huashan faction in Shanxi, what happened?

At the moment, he didn't dare to slack off, and directly explained to Wei Xiaobao and others, and went on the road alone.

Straddling the long sword at his waist, riding a fast horse, Gui Zhong ran all the way, and it took three full days to finally return to the Huashan realm.

He didn't stop, he performed light skills, like a green shadow, straight up to the Jade Girl Peak of Huashan.

Before he reached the place where he had lived, he heard a faint voice, apparently someone had already returned first.

After entering the door, he saw Gui Xinshu and his wife, Feng Nandi's father and son and others were there, and after a careful look, he found that everyone was in good shape and did not have any injuries, and his face was calm, so he was a little relieved, he thought that someone was seriously injured, or he had provoked some enemies, but now it seems that he is thinking about it.

"Dad, mother, Senior Brother Feng, two senior nephews, what's going on, I saw my Huashan contact code in Shanxi, did you leave it?"

After a simple hello, Gui Zhong asked directly.

"Ah, Zhong'er is back. Gui Erniang didn't answer his question, and walked over directly to look up and down, for fear that he was missing a piece of meat, which made Gui Zhong a little embarrassed, he is now in his twenties, Gui Erniang still treats him as a child, he is really speechless.

"Zhong'er, coming back this time is also a big deal, Mu Sang Dao is long with him, he went a few days ago. We are going to attend his funeral this time. ”

Gui Xinshu's face was a little bad, and he said in a heavy tone.

Gui Zhong was shocked when he heard this, he had imagined many possibilities along the way, but he didn't expect it to be because of the Mu Sang Dao people.

This old Taoist actually passed away, which made Gui Zhong's brain a little foggy. Although he has been with this Musang Daoist for less than a month, Musang Daoist still takes good care of him, and even teaches him the supreme light skills of the Iron Sword Gate, such as the Divine Journey, which is not a small kindness. And since that time Mu Sang Dao Chang went to Huashan, the two have never seen each other, this old Taoist is all over the world, and it is not easy to find it, and now he finally got the news, but he died, which caught him off guard.

"Dad, when is the funeral of Chief Musangdao, and who is there to mourn?"

Gui Zhong collected his mood and hurriedly asked.

"Alas, Mu Sang Dao traveled the world before his death, and when he died, he was in the border of Henan, and there was only one person by his side, and there should not be many people invited to this funeral, probably our Huashan faction. ”

Gui Xinshu spoke silently and told Gui Zhong about the matter.

It turned out that more than half a month ago, Mu Sang Dao people traveled the world, feeling that the year was coming to an end, so they returned to the Henan territory, the place where the Nine Difficulties Master lived, and then sat down in a few days, leaving a will before his death, and the funeral should not be large, that is, he notified the Huashan faction, and none of the other Jianghu heroes were invited, this Mu Sang Dao people are so high in the martial arts, and his contemporaries have long since died, and the remaining juniors have not even heard of him, so naturally they will not be invited.

The Huashan faction is different, Mu Sang Dao and Mu Renqing, the sword immortal ape back then, are good friends, and there are many acquaintances under Huashan, so they were invited.

Knowing what had happened, Gui Zhong sighed, and didn't know what to say.

"A generation of martial arts predecessors has gone like this, in the end, it is difficult to get rid of birth, old age, sickness and death. ”

Gui Zhong is a little sad to think about it, no matter how martial arts are world-famous, in the end it is still a pile of loess, what a cruel thing.

"Dad, the child is favored by Mu Sangdao, this condolence is indispensable, when will we leave?"

Gui Zhong's heart calmed down a little, and then he asked.

"We came back a few days ago, and since you're back today, we'll leave tomorrow. ”

Gui Xinshu made a decision, and the others naturally had no opinion.

On the second day, the Huashan faction left Huashan and went directly to the border of Henan.

Everyone is a person who practices martial arts, with strong muscles and bones, and there is no big problem in rushing for days, and there is no delay on the road, and it takes less than two days to reach the border of Henan.

The location where the Nine Tribulations Master lives is considered to be the range of Songshan Mountain, and it took Huashan and his party half a day to reach the boundary.

It's a beautiful valley, surrounded by lush greenery, with a stream passing by and a gentle breeze, making it a great place to retreat.

As soon as everyone appeared, three people greeted them, two girls, twenty-eight years old, wearing white clothes, with a hemp rope tied around their waists, showing filial piety, and the other was a middle-aged female nun, with a delicate face and a faint sense of nobility, but a sleeve was empty, and there was no arm.

"Senior Brother Gui has been absent for a long time, everyone please come in. ”

The Nine Tribulations Master's eyes were slightly red, obviously because of Enshi's death these days, and he was not in a good mood. However, he never lost his manners, and beckoned everyone to move forward as soon as they met.