Li Wenshuo and Li Juexian returned to the original inn, after a night's rest, the next day came to visit an endless stream of people, all of them were pushed off by Li Juexian on the grounds that Li Wenshuo's injury had not healed, in fact, Li Wenshuo did not suffer any injuries at all, although the two sticks were not light, but they only dispersed his originally integrated qi, and after meditating and breathing for a night, he was healed, but the shadow of the stick was still lingering in his mind, and he subconsciously commanded the hand to move, simulating the swordsmanship, seeing the moves, but until he dealt with the three sticks, he found that even if he completely reached the opponent's moves, the result would not change in the slightest, and his curiosity suddenly rose, There are many strange moves in the world, but there are not many people who know how the moves are in advance, and there are not many who can't crack them. What's more, the formation is unpredictable, not to mention that he has temporarily found a way to deal with it, but the follow-up changes are even more unknown, and if you want to break the formation, you can't see the move like yesterday.

"This Li Wenshuo and Li Gongzi are actually from that Jiangnan Province. ”

"Tsk, two days ago I heard that there were forty-seven thieves in Huanggang Dao, among which the leader One-eyed was the master of the Xianfeng realm, and he was exterminated by one of them, I didn't believe it when I heard it two days ago, and I saw its demeanor last night, and sure enough, as rumored to say, the sword qi rushed to the sky. ”

Hearing this, the people next to him all stretched their necks, and one of them said suspiciously: "The sword qi is rushing into the sky, isn't it that you can see it in this city, why didn't you see any vision last night." ”

The man was a little embarrassed, he just used some Spring and Autumn penmanship rhetoric, how can you be so ignorant of what to do, exposing the uncle and me? The companion next to him glanced at him and said with a smile: "Hundreds of people saw it at the same time, can there be a fake?"

The person who spoke out also saw the person's words, and hurriedly said yes, and couldn't help but pick up the wine glass, looked up, and thought of the one in the upstairs guest room, and the yearning in his heart arose. But as soon as he raised his head, he saw a young man carrying a wine jug and swaying down the stairs, which made people worry that he would fall down the stairs and die.

Seeing this scene, several guests shook their heads with a smile, just said that they were ordinary drunks, turned their heads to look, but only to see that Fang Cai was still making a lot of nonsense, boasting about how powerful the swordsman from the south of the Yangtze was, and looked at the drunk man with his mouth wide open, and was puzzled, but he saw this companion stand up and shouted: "The sword fairy's injury has improved!"

At that time, I guessed that the drunken man in front of him, bah, the immortal in the wine in front of him, was actually the swordsman who was prospering, and his eyes suddenly became extremely eager.

When Li Wenshuo heard the word Sword Immortal, he immediately opened his eyes and looked around, and his drunken eyes were hazy, and he only felt that there was no one with a sword in the four places, and he was puzzled, but he saw that a group of people were looking at him, and he was even more puzzled, and when he turned around, he saw that there was no one, and then turned his head, but he saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old sword boy rushing in, and he was shocked in his heart, thinking that this was the Sword Immortal.

But the next scene made everyone even more uproar, the young man came to Li Wenshuo, turned down and bowed, "Gao Decheng, a disciple of the Gao family of Dongjun, the younger generation, hope that the sword fairy will accept me as an apprentice and pass on my swordsmanship." ”

Li Wenshuo knew who the sword immortal in the mouth of this group was at this moment, and he felt a little funny for no reason, and roughly understood what was going on, but he didn't dare to be the sword immortal who was blown out of the braggart, he didn't know where Li Juexian went, and he didn't look for it, his body was shaky, and no one could stop him for a moment, that is, he had already gone out.

When the young man saw this, he was even more shocked, and chased him out, everyone looked at each other, and they also rushed out, leaving behind the tables and chairs that were turned over, only the shopkeeper wanted to cry without tears, and his heart said that he didn't care what sword fairy you were, and he would charge you double the meal money when he turned around!

Li Juexian dealt with the pile of visitors last night, he didn't sleep all night, he really couldn't stay up at the moment, he slept like a dead pig in his room, so that the big movement downstairs couldn't wake him up, but he didn't know that his good brother actually came to the White Horse Temple again.

The sunlight shines through the thin clouds, shining on the white earth, reflecting a silvery light that dazzles people's eyes.

There is a faint scent of sandalwood in front of the White Horse Temple, although there are many contacts, but it is also a thing that has not been encountered for many years by inexplicably surrounding nearly a thousand people like this, Mr. Mo Li came to the field, but he didn't speak again, he was actually mediocre in martial arts, just a generation mixed up with old age, but today there are a few genuine Xianfeng realm masters in the field, all of them are heroes who claim to be well-known, or the head of a certain sect, where is there a place where he relies on the old and sells the old.

"Brother Feng, this swordsman looks like he is only in his twenties, but he has already stepped into the realm of Xianfeng, and his talent is so high that it is rare in the world. ”

The wind servant originally rushed to the Huashan sect, passing through here, but I didn't expect to hear that there was a young swordsman, who wanted to fight the stick formation of the White Horse Temple, at first hearing, I only thought it was funny, the stick formation of the White Horse Temple, even his own master, a generation of grandmaster Yue Shan was full of praise, how could it be that ordinary people can fight if they want to fight, come here to see, see that the swordsman's cheeks are too young, and almost laughed, he went up the mountain at the age of ten, practiced for 20 years, and finally set foot in the realm of Xianfeng, for a time the sect shook, known as the genius of the door in ten years, and said immediately:" Twenty-year-old Xianfeng, except for the first disciple of the five major sects, I really haven't heard of a single person, but I have seen all five people, and when I see me, I have to call me a senior brother, and most of the people in front of me are those who don't know martial arts and boast, I don't believe that he can reach that level at such a young age, but this White Horse Temple, just come to the world's famous white horse stick array, it seems that it is really lonely. ”

Mr. Mo Li, who was standing on the side, heard this, smiled slightly, and was unwilling to refute it out loud, thinking that this Feng servant was gifted and born in a famous sect, and he was so short-sighted, sitting in a well and watching the sky, not to mention the first disciples of the five major sects, just the demon sect that had just emerged, the four hall masters under the sect were already in their early twenties, and the sect master seemed to have become one of the youngest great masters in the world, and the position he stood in was slightly distanced. Turning to look at Li Wenshuo in the middle of the scene, he couldn't help but worry about it, thinking that this white horse stick array is unpredictable and powerful, how can you be able to break it after one day of cultivation? It doesn't matter if you lose, don't wear down that young man's ambition.

The leading stick monk looked at Li Wenshuo in front of him, looked a little helpless, and said: "Amitabha, the donor really speaks, he really came here." ”

"This master, I'm really sorry to disturb me again one day, but I meditated all night last night, and I feel that I have been able to break through the formation, and my hands are itching, so I'm really sorry. ”

Hearing this, Rao is monk is usually very good at self-cultivation and cultivation skills, and he almost couldn't help laughing, some people around who understand martial arts, did not see last night's battle, but just listened to the rumors and came to see it, so a sentence is a cold snort, very disdainful, thinking that this is a boy who does not know the height of the sky, and spends money to earn fame.

Between speaking, the stick array rose again, and I saw that between the changes in the body of the eighteen stick monks, there was a deep meaning. Li Wenshuo, who uses the sword, also has a very deep understanding of the pace, and at a glance he knows that the miraculous changes are not something that can be understood in a short time, and he no longer hesitates at the moment.

The surrounding spectators were even more exclaimed, several Xianfeng masters who were also using swords, and they looked at it without blinking, feeling the clear sword intent, and their hearts were even more shocked, feeling that this person in front of him was using a sword, no matter how powerful it was, just looking at the sword intent was enough to compare with the elders in the door, and the wind servant snorted coldly, and no longer spoke, only Mr. Mo Li next to him took the time to glance at him, only to see the wind servant's old face flushed, smiled slightly, and continued to look at Li Wenshuo in that scene.

Li Wenshuo's sword moves today are sometimes strong and heavy, sometimes fast as the wind, not to say subtle between the moves, but it is called imaginative, yesterday Li Wenshuo's defensive ability to see the move has been an eye-opener for a group of monks, today's style is to benefit a few people a lot, the hands are also not ambiguous, the black iron stick dance is impermeable, the white horse stick array is not a simple pace and cooperation, their practice of internal strength is also very special, so that when the formation is formed, one person's strength to block the Xianfeng move is also easy. Li Wenshuo also knew this, and he moved forward to press the opponent with swordsmanship, but he could block Xianfeng, after all, it was not Xianfeng, and for a while, the stick formation could not make the move of the three people who were surrounded yesterday.

But for a while, he couldn't attack for a long time, and the toughness of the sword formation was faintly above him, which caught Li Wenshuo, who wanted to use the advantage of his strength to disperse the sword formation, by surprise, but he couldn't think of any good way for a while, and the surrounding spectators were still full of excitement at the beginning, but when that time passed little by little, several people with strong eyesight had already seen Li Wenshuo's lack of succession, and the wind servant even said sarcastically: " Ignorant child, I really don't know the height of the sky, the herringbone stick formation of the White Horse Temple is known as an invincible opponent below the grandmaster, how can you be provoked by a fledgling boy, and if you want to be famous with this, it is really beyond your strength!"

Li Wenshuo couldn't hear these words, and he also knew that it was not a way for him to go on like this, but it was really a long time since he had such a smooth sword, not for a long time, but never, no matter how much strength was left, it was still an unreserved sword after a sword, and the hard bluestone slab was like a piece of paper in front of the sword qi, and it was a mess all over the ground in an instant. It's like venting the turbidity in my heart in one breath.

The head stick monk also picked up the long stick and shouted: "Fearless!"

"Half scattered!"

Li Wenshuo's sword was powerful and heavy, and his arm was still numb from the shock, leaving a wisp of blood at the corner of his mouth, but he still smiled unabated, and jumped six or seven feet high.

Eighteen stick monks are integrated, injuring one person is equivalent to injuring eighteen people, at this moment eighteen people are also distracting, not one person to shoot, shouted in unison.

"Demon slayer!"

There is a hidden Buddha phantom rising from the ground, glaring angrily, the surrounding spectators are dumbfounded, some ordinary people, Buddhist believers are even bowing their heads, seeing this, the wind servant is not surprised, this method is obviously Huashan faction is also there, but it is also a sneer, the heart of the way can cause the vision of heaven and earth This trick has been used, you still don't lose?

Li Wenshuo fell from the sky, there was no such powerful demon subduing stick in his eyes, thinking that he had traveled all the way to three thousand miles, he had seen a lot of people, and he had passed through a lot of places, including Song Mingzhe, who was the seventh in the world, the unparalleled early winter snow in the piano, the scheming Boss Hu, the third brother Huang who stood on the top of the sky, and so many people, as well as this monkey wine, this rivers and lakes, it was really wonderful.

Thinking of this, Li Wenshuo's pride gradually grew.

"Seventy in the vast city, three thousand swords!"

In the seventeenth year of Jingde, Li Wenshuo fought in the White Horse Stick Formation in World War II, fought for an hour, and finally broke the demon with a sword of 3,000!