? After the rain, the sky is clear, and the Tianzhu Peak of Wudang Mountain is hidden from time to time and is now in the clouds and mist. The trees and grass on the mountain were hung with round raindrops, like a well-fed naughty boy who couldn't help but jump, and the cliffs also showed their heads and looked left and right in the wind, gulping down the fresh air.

The golden temple flashed brilliant golden light through the bombardment of thunder and lightning, and it was even more dazzling under the blue sky and white clouds, like a soldier standing majestically on the top of Tianzhu Peak before the expedition.

It was morning and the sun was abundant. It is the best time for yang energy to rise and righteousness to flourish. In the Golden Palace, a group of Taoist priests such as the Dustless Dao Chief, the Suiyuan Dao Chief, and the Wind Scar Master wore Taoist robes and knelt in front of the statue of the True Martial God.

In the front row stood the dust-free road chief and the Suiyuan road chief, Xiong Wei knelt in front of the dust-free road chief and the Suiyuan road chief and read aloud: "Faith is not beautiful, beautiful words are not believed." The good do not argue, and the debater is not good......"

Behind the Dustless Dao Leader and the Suiyuan Dao Leader are thunder and lightning: raindrops, wind marks, lightning flashes, thunder, black and white Wuji, plum sword, blue sword, bamboo sword, and chrysanthemum sword. Behind them stood a group of Taoist priests, all the way to the gate of the Golden Temple.

Outside the Golden Palace, Wudang Mountain descends from the Golden Palace, the pilgrimage gate, the one-day gate, the two-day gate, and the three-day gate also stand countless Taoist priests, all the way to the foot of the mountain.

Xiong Wei's leisurely sword and the scroll that fell from the caisson were placed in front of the statue of the true martial god. Xiong Wei followed the Taoist priests to finish reciting the Tao Te Ching, and looked up at the bronze gilt orb hanging from the caisson well that rose up from the ceiling of the Golden Palace.

Xiong Wei looked at it and wondered: Who put this scroll on the caisson and when did it? I heard the dustless Taoist chief say that the golden temple of Wudang Mountain was built in the 14th year of Yongle in the Ming Dynasty (1416, and this book must have been built before it could be placed in this golden palace.

It is said that the Yin Fu Sutra and the Seventy-two Strategies are also stored in this golden roof, are they stored in this golden hall? "Yin Fu Jing, you are about to fall!"

"Ahh Xiong Wei took a look again, what kind of divine sword it was, it was the sword shadow of the divine sword. With Xiong Wei's cry, the Taoist priests also saw a sword shadow disappearing in the sky above the Golden TemplenAd1(

Xiong Wei looked at the leisurely sword or put it in front of the statue and didn't move, all the Taoist priests, you look at me, I look at you, everyone feels different. Some say they saw the shadow of the sword swaying on the left, and some said they saw the shadow of the sword swaying on the right, as if the sky above the Golden Temple was full of sword shadows.

All the Taoist priests in the Golden Hall were noisy for a while, and they all watched quietly, and the dustless Taoist chief did not make a sound, and Xiong Wei also watched seriously.

All the Taoist priests were watching intently, and suddenly, the sword shadow shook desperately, and then "clicked" the sound that all the Taoist priests heard, and the sound came from the divine sword. "Ahh

All the Taoist priests stepped forward to watch, and Wuchen and Suiyuan Dao Elders also walked over step by step.

Xiong Wei walked in front of them, he picked up the leisurely sword and watched it in his hand, which had not felt any magic since following him, but felt clumsy.

When this leisurely sword was cast in Huangshan, it was a collection of the world's divine swords in one furnace. The sword is known as the "King of a Hundred Soldiers", and this sword is the king of kings. Xiong Wei had a feeling that he had never had before, and this Excalibur might be out of its sheath today.

Xiong Wei couldn't put it down and looked at the leisurely sword, just like all swords, this sword was like all swords, it was long, with a pointed front end, a short handle at the back end, and blades on both sides. But this sword is not as shiny as a normal sword, although it can kill, the two edges are not very sharp.

Xiong Wei has never looked at it seriously, and he was really shocked when he saw it, this sword is not long, as the saying goes: the long sword is easy to fight, the short sword is good for protection, and it can also be used for assassination.

This sword is not as long as a long sword, and it is slightly longer than a short sword, and it is really reasonable to say that it is a scabbard from this length. Could it be that this sword has really not been sharpened so far, just a scabbard?

A sword is composed of two parts, the sword body and the hilt, the sword body is a sharp sleeve, you can't see the edge, ridge, slave, and skew, even the blades on both sides of the sword body are very reluctant.

The handle of the sword handle is a flat stem nAd2 (the handguard between the sword stem and the sword body, the sword grid is also clear, and the end of the sword stem is a round style.

Xiong Wei wondered what this sword would look like if it were really unsheathed.

Xiong Wei held the hilt of the sword with his left hand, and the two fingers of his right hand clamped the sword body vigorously and twitched it, without any effect.

The Dustless Dao Leader and the Suiyuan Dao Elder glanced at each other, and at this moment, the bronze gilt orb hanging above the caisson shaft that rose up from the ceiling of the Golden Palace shone with a trace of silver light and hit the sword. "Wow!" the sword made a cold sound, and the sword film on the caisson shook very chaotically for a moment.

Xiong Wei, the Dustless Dao Chief, the Suiyuan Dao Leader, and the Taoist priests watched motionlessly as the sword shadow on the caisson shook endlessly, and everyone was looking forward to it. Although there were dozens of people in the Golden Palace, they didn't hear a sound.

Xiong Wei picked up the sword and shook it a few times, and the sword shadow above the caisson immediately disappeared, and everything returned to nature and calmed down.

The Dustless Daoist and the Suiyuan Daoist took the sword from Xiong Wei's hand, the Suiyuan Daoist held the hilt, the Dustless Daoist opened his mouth and bit the sword body, and the two competed on the left and right in the Golden Palace. Xiong Wei stood in the middle, looking at the Suiyuan Dao Leader for a while, and the Dustless Dao Leader for a while.

Time passed, and the two let go of their swords to see if they were still swords.

The head of the road of Suiyuan held the hilt of the sword again, the chief of the dustless path opened his mouth and bit the body of the sword, Xiong Wei stood in the middle, looking at the chief of the road of Suiyuan for a while, and looking at the chief of the dustless road for a while.

Seeing that the two seniors wanted to open the sword, the head of the wind mark walked up and stood behind the head of the Suiyuan Dao and stretched out two hands to paste them on the back of the head of the Suiyuan Dao, this time the strength of the dustless Dao chief could not withstand the strength of the head of the Suiyuan Dao and the two of the head of the wind mark, and his footsteps slowly moved to the side of the Suiyuan Dao Chief.

Yudian saw that he hurriedly stepped forward and pasted his hands on the back of the dustless road chief, this time the forces on both sides were more balanced, and the four of them stood in the middle of the golden temple and pulled the hilt and tip of the sword hard.

Black and white Wuji looked at the two and didn't speak, walked up and pasted behind the head of the wind mark, this time the dustless road chief couldn't hold it again, and his feet moved to the side of the road chief, lightning and thunder couldn't help but run to the back of the rain and pasted it with both handsnAd3(

Xiong Wei looked to the left and then to the right, the people on both sides were desperate, but there was no improvement, the sword was still a sword. He unconsciously stretched out the index and middle fingers of his right hand to clamp the position where the sword stem and the sword body were connected, and secretly strengthened himself.

"Not good!" The people on both sides suddenly looked at Xiong Wei nervously, and big drops of sweat dripped down, but the sword didn't move at all. Xiong Wei was so frightened that he let go of his hand, but after Xiong Wei let go of his hand, the faces of the people on both sides became more and more ugly, and the sweat dripped faster and faster.

Mei Jian, Lan Jian, Zhu Jian, and Ju Jian were also frightened by each other, Xiong Wei didn't know why, and asked in a panic: "Four Dao Masters, what can you see?"

"This foot demon is sucking everyone's essence, if it goes on like this, I'm afraid that everyone will be turned into ashes in an instant, you quickly find a way, I will wait to help and relieve it for a while." ”

"How can I separate ......?"

"Look at it yourself!" Mei Jian, Lan Jian, Zhu Jian, and Ju Jian said hurriedly stepped forward and pasted them with their hands on the side of the Suiyuan Dao Chief, "Wow!" The strength is different, and the dust-free Dao Chang's feet can't hold it, and he moves to the side of the Suiyuan Dao Chief.

Mei Jian, Lan Jian, Bamboo Sword, and Ju Jian moved back step by step, and their bodies were already low to the wall of the Golden Palace, and they continued to low, and the last Ju Sword would definitely become a meat patty, and all the Taoist priests looked at their faces and changed, and they all stepped forward and pasted behind the people of the Dustless Dao Chief.

Xiong Wei looked at the Golden Palace standing in two teams, Mei Jian, Lan Jian, Bamboo Sword, and Ju Jian, this team was not much, and from the Sui Yuan Dao, followed by the head of the Wind Scar, Black and White Wuji, Mei Jian, Lan Jian, Bamboo Sword, and Ju Jian.

There were many people in the group of Dustless Dao Chiefs, and behind him were raindrops, lightning flashes, thunder, and all Taoist priests, and people had already been expelled from the Golden Palace.

Xiong Wei still looked left and right, and the people on both sides had already exhausted their strength, especially the people on the side of the dustless road chief, although there were many people, they couldn't pull it again. The back of the last person of the plum sword, the blue sword, the bamboo sword, and the chrysanthemum sword, has been tightly pasted on the wall of the golden hall, and although there are many Taoist priests pulling it, the people are still squeezing into thin slices little by little.

The mouth of the dustless Taoist leader bit the sword, and Xiong Wei thought: This must not speak, if he releases, maybe everyone will fall to the ground or turn into pulp.

Although the Taoist leader of Suiyuan was holding the hilt of the sword in both hands, he did not speak. Xiong Wei knew that no matter who in these two teams spoke, the spirit would be uncontrollable, and the person would definitely die. All this seems to have been caused by the fact that he had just unconsciously stretched out his right index finger and middle finger to clamp the sword stem and the sword body together.

Xiong Wei remembered that Xiao Yi had said the truth of sword qi, which was that the two sword qi were against each other, and if the strength of the two sides could be dispersed at the same time, it would be fine.

Xiong Wei looked at the bronze gilt orb hanging above the caisson of the Golden Palace, as if emitting a trace of silver light, and under the light of the silver light, a sword image of a devil appeared on the caisson again and again.

This orb seems to be related to this sword shadow, Xiong Wei wants to prevent this sword shadow from appearing, but how can he prevent this sword shadow from shaking?

This is a sword that can't kill people!

Xiong Wei remembered that when he was casting a sword in Huangshan, Uncle Mo Fei said the legend of the Chengying Sword: At a dawn in ancient times, at a moment when the sky was black and white, a pair of hands slowly raised......

"This is the spirit of the Shadow Sword!" Xiong Wei looked at the bronze gilt orbs and scattered sword shadows hanging from the ceiling of the Golden Palace, and remembered something in horror.

Outside the Golden Palace, it was noon, and if it was dawn, the spirit of the Shadow Sword might be quiet. However, if you can't wait for the dawn, maybe the many people in front of you will disappear in an instant.

"Demon Shadow, how can you be a Demon Shadow without a sword!" Xiong Wei shouted loudly, and no one answered him, and all the Taoist priests had already formed a line, and this thread seemed to be interlocking one by one, and no matter which ring was broken, all the rings on this line had to be broken. What a terrible scene it was!