Song Tieshou is by no means a person to be messed with, not only is he a high and powerful person, but he is also extremely hard under his own hands, and his prestige in the rivers and lakes of Hanzhou is even higher than that of the elders of the five major sects.

He looked at Kong Ling in front of him and said with a smile: "Little nun, don't worry, this Baozi Mountain is steep and inaccessible, and no one will come to save you." ”

Hearing this, several enthusiastic young disciples of Emei were about to draw their swords and step forward, but they were stopped by Kong Ling, and said in a cold voice: "Yes, I, Kong Ling, really didn't expect that the famous Song Tieshou was such a sinister villain who fought with men and women, bullying more and less. ”

Hearing this, the men under Song Tie's hands also turned red, and shouted to give this little girl a look, but they were scolded by Song Tieshou and quieted down, and said with a smile: "You can scold, I'm not angry, but since you said so, I can give you a chance, ten years ago, I heard that the Emei Holy Maiden Kong Ling's swordsmanship is psychic, and she has the appearance of an ancestor, and today Song is going to come to ask for advice." ”

"Good!"

Kong Ling agreed neatly, what she wanted was this, she was not afraid of this Song Tieshou who had been practicing swords since she was a child, but the green wood snake behind Song Tieshou, the boning knife and several others, were also extremely difficult characters, the young disciples behind him were not able to stop them at all, if they directly killed Song Tieshou, and then joined the battle group, they didn't want to win, how to say that they could also cover the retreat of these fellow junior sisters.

But Song Tieshou just sneered, the dragon head knife was a little in front of him, he took three steps forward, stood still, and said: "Girl, don't say that I bullied you, the old man is here to let you make three moves, within three moves, I will never fight back." ”

Kong Ling also took a few steps forward, frowning slightly, there are always some seniors in the rivers and lakes who like to make three moves, but once this happens, the person who is let will fall behind in his heart, but Kong Ling doesn't care, with her firm will, she will not be affected by this for a long time.

In an instant, she took out the sword, and as soon as she struck, she was full strength, and the distance of more than ten zhang was crossed in one step, and the tip of the sword stabbed out from the bottom to the top, and the angle was extremely tricky, bypassing the long knife, and directly taking the life of Song Tie's hand.

Emei sword is different from other swords, from the beginning to the end is the right hand to hold the sword, the left hand to pinch the trick, even the usual practice of the sword moves are also quite focused on actual combat, the body pays attention to twisting and folding, swallowing and pitching, rolling and killing, the strength of the whole body through the feet, waist, shoulder, elbow, wrist directly through the tip of the sword or three inches of the sword.

This sword was as fast as lightning, and the three-foot cyan sword on the blade of the sword was swallowed, and before everyone could react, the sword had already arrived.

Song Tieshou only took a light step forward, and the sword fell behind him.

Kong Ling was stunned, and then he thought that this Song Tieshou hated the Emei faction to the core, and he also knew a lot about the Emei swordsmanship, if at this moment, the other party grabbed the gap to counterattack, and he could let himself fall into the abyss almost instantly.

But when she raised her head, she saw that Song Tieshou was just laughing, and stretched out his hand to let her continue......

The swordsmanship of the Emei faction requires the sword to be like Yan Fei, the sword falls like the wind stops, tends to avoid the beard, and dials thousands of catties in four or two, which is very suitable for women who are already weak in the body, and Kong Ling is also deeply skilled in swordsmanship.

But at this time, not only three moves, thirty moves have passed, the iron knife in Song Tie's hand is flying, the knife is sweeping, the strength is like a wind sweeping the leaves, the momentum is getting higher and higher, even the ordinary Emei disciples who are just in the first realm on the side can see that Kong Ling is already defeated.

When he fought twenty moves, although he didn't want to admit it, Kong Ling already knew that he was by no means the opponent of this Song Tieshou, and if he went on like this, he was afraid that if he had a few more moves, he would lose.

Suddenly, she 'swept away the demons' with a sword, forcing Song Tieshou to retreat again and again, and she herself took the opportunity to distance herself and calm down the churning qi in her body.

Song Tieshou smiled: "What's the matter, girl, how is the old man's iron arm knife?"

Kong Ling gritted his teeth and said, "Song Tieshou, if we die here today, the Emei faction will never spare you!"

Hearing this, a large group of people on the other side laughed, Song Tieshou snorted coldly, and said: "Hehe, as long as I don't admit it, what evidence does the Emei faction have to prove that I killed you, could it be that there are still people here to see it, such as the poor Taoist priest next to him?"

The Taoist priest's face was sad, and he said softly: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable." ”

Song Tieshou laughed, pointed at Kong Ling and said, "Look, no one will help you today, today, it is your death period!"

The voice was loud, constantly echoing in the valley, and although the Emei disciples gritted their teeth one by one and carried the sword in their hands, their faces already had a look of panic.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, sir, be quiet, don't disturb the tranquility of the deceased. ”

Song Tie turned his head suddenly, looked at the Taoist priest, and saw that the Taoist priest was still carrying a sword behind his back, he laughed twice, and said, "Don't worry, I will kill this group of little nuns later, and then kill you again, and then bury you in the tomb behind me, what do you think?"

At this moment, hundreds of people on both sides looked at this unknown Taoist priest, sneering and mocking on the side, one side could not protect itself, and could not worry about it.

Zhang Yuanzhi sighed and said: "The trivial matter of life and death in the poor road, but the tomb of the deceased is behind you, please be cautious, don't disturb the rest of the deceased." ”

Song Tieshou sneered and said: "Hahaha, stinky Taoist, I really think I am a master, I suddenly decided that I can't kill you so simply, I will dig up the grave of your old man later, and then crush his bones and scatter ashes, and then bury you alive in this tomb, what do you think?"

There was another shout behind him, Song Tie looked at this Taoist priest with a smile on his face, and looked at this Taoist priest cruelly, if it was usual, he would not have such an attitude, but at this time, the murderous aura on his body was too heavy, and he really didn't see any mastery from this Taoist priest.

Zhang Yuanzhi shook his head and sighed, and said softly: "Actually, I'm not a master. ”

"Just a little bit high. ”

He muttered to himself.

The cold wind was like a knife, whistling around the valley, and Song Tieshou sneered and clenched the handle of the knife.

Zhang Yuanzhi raised his head, only looked at Song Tieshou's eyes, and said calmly: "I didn't expect that many years of meditation are all useless work, in the end, I am still so easy to get angry, you better retreat quickly, otherwise, I am really afraid, I can't help but draw my sword." ”

Hearing this, Song Tieshou laughed three times, swept the iron knife, and said coldly: "Draw the sword? bluff guy, to tell you the truth, your three or two points of cultivation for the old man have already seen through, but in front of me like this, you should die, report your name, I will not kill the unknown people under the knife." ”

"Poor Dao, Wudang Zhang Yuanzhi. ”

The cold wind blew, and there was silence all around.

But it was only silent for a moment, and everyone laughed loudly, saying that if you are really Zhang Yuanzhi, I am the sword saint Shangguan Yu and other boring words, even the Emei disciple on the side, although he knew that this Taoist priest was helping him at this moment, he also frowned.

I thought in my heart, Zhang Yuanzhi is the head of Wudang, and he hasn't come down the mountain for twenty years, this Taoist priest is really stupid, and he can't even tell lies.

Zhang Yuanzhi really didn't lie, seeing that no one listened to him, he stopped talking, took the sword off his back very solemnly, and gently stroked the scabbard with his fingers, this sword followed him for forty-two years, and the scabbard followed him for forty-two years.

The name of the sword is frost leaf red, weighing three catties and three taels and three coins, from the hands of Zhang Xiaoer, a blacksmith in a small fishing village, he drew the sword out of the sheath, and the word red leaves were engraved on the sword body, which was no more ordinary.

Thin fingers brushed the blade of the sword, and there was a faint tremble.

The past came to mind, Zhang Yuanzhi only felt a sharp pain in his heart, and tears almost burst out of his eyes.

"This sword is given to you, with the sword I gave you, you will definitely become the number one swordsman in the world. ”

"But I already have a sword. ”

"But this sword has my name on it, and when the time comes, if you become the number one in the world, and hold this sword in your hand, you will announce your name to the world, think about it, how majestic. ”

“......”

......

The Taoist lowered his head and recalled, tears in his eyes, but at this time, the valley was already full of wind, and the sword qi was soaring, and everyone looked shocked and couldn't believe it.

Song Tieshou's eyes widened, he had never seen such a sword in his life, could this person be an immortal?

The Taoist raised his head, his eyes were full of cold light, and his voice was as powerful as thunder.

"Poor Dao, Wudang Zhang Yuanzhi!"