Chapter 312: Ancient Shaoyou Wan Zhuliu
Chapter 312: Rare in the World
boom!
Thunder came out of the mountains, and all the animals were frightened. Large tracts of bushes, soil and rocks were torn apart by the gusts of wind and flew in all directions. The flat grassland looked like it had been trampled by a herd of elephants and looked like a ruin.
Lin Jia, dressed in black, wields his sword like a dragon. His sword skills are wide-ranging and his attack and defense are seamless. His movements are like the silver moon shining brightly, and his mercury leaking into every hole.
Guard like the silver moon in the sky, round and perfect.
"it is good!"
Li Yuan walked away with the hammer in hand. He was extremely fast and was able to avoid the sword attack in a split second and then fight back with the heavy hammer.
His hammer technique moves like thunder and falls like a mountain; as he steps and moves, his momentum is as powerful as a thousand-foot mountain, simple and dignified, with a sense of vastness and heaviness.
The Thunder Dragon of Hundred Beasts is compatible with all forms, and can also stimulate the strengths of all forms in an instant. Li Yuan's hammer method includes the explosion of the universe and the heaviness of the dragon and elephant joint attack.
The two become one, as vast as the earth.
"As expected of a deputy hall master!"
After reaching the fifth level, Li Yuan was not in a hurry to sweep away the enemy, but enjoyed this rare experience, using Lin Jia as a stone to hone his various martial arts.
The sword master in the Bronze Tower Divine Realm was incredibly powerful. He would use all his means in every battle and would be extremely exhausted. But in this tower, Li Yuan felt the joy of fighting.
He displayed various martial arts moves at will, and changed his footwork and light skills, which made him reluctant to push forward quickly.
boom!
After a long time, Li Yuan used all the dozens of martial arts he had learned many times before he reluctantly shattered the moon-like sword light, ending the first battle on the fifth floor.
"With the sword master as a reference, if Lin Fangzhui tries his best, he may be able to take one or two sword strikes, or he may not be able to take any. Lin Jia, at least he can withstand eight or nine sword strikes!"
With the heavy hammer on the ground, Li Yuan felt a refreshing sense of satisfaction, as if he had sorted out all the martial arts he had learned from top to bottom.
"That Sword Master is incredibly strong. He is a Dao Sect deputy hall master-level expert. He can only match eight or nine of his level at most. How about a hall master-level expert?"
After the battle, Li Yuan sat cross-legged, secretly shocked.
Among the eighteen deputy hall masters of the Dragon and Tiger Nine Halls, Lin Jia may not be outstanding, but he is definitely not the weakest. The elders of the other major Taoist sects should be similar.
Such a person is a first-rate master in the world, with top-notch talent and teachers.
"Could that sword master really be the Zhenwu King Wan Zhuliu?"
Li Yuan swallowed a few pills, took a short breath and stood up to face the second battle on the fifth floor.
The second battle was also against an acquaintance.
He was wearing a dark loose robe, with black hair and beard, silver eyebrows, and his hands were empty. He was Gong Jiuchuan, who was famous in Hengshan for his "Dragon and Tiger True Energy".
"Senior Brother Gong is very secretive."
Li Yuan was amazed. The fact that Gong Jiuchuan could appear here at least showed that he had the combat power of a deputy hall master.
But he was not surprised. As the Taoist master's direct disciple, it would be strange if he did not have any outstanding qualities.
"Come!"
Li Yuan raised his hammer and challenged him to a fight. He wanted to have a good fight today.
……
……
"Uncle Li, fourth floor..."
"Uncle Li has reached the fifth floor. His ranking has surpassed Uncle Lin Jia!"
"Slowed down, he finally slowed down."
"Is this still too slow? Uncle Dou Yue has only just reached the fourth floor..."
There was an uproar outside the Dragon and Tiger Pagoda, and all kinds of discussions attracted more onlookers. Looking at the names that kept rising on the giant monument, both the disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Temple and the elders of other sects were horrified.
Even someone as strong as Pei Jiu had to enter the tower many times during this month before he finally reached the fifth floor. He was able to reach the fifth floor on his first try, and at such a fast speed.
Not to mention the ordinary inner disciples, even the helmsmen and elders who came after hearing the news were shocked.
"Junior Brother Li..."
Looking at his name flashing on the giant monument, Xin Wenhua felt complicated. When he heard about the "appearance of the blue dragon", he had thought that there would be such a day.
But he thought it would take at least 10 to 20 years, or at least five or six years, right?
"It's only been a short time. Even if Master Long put all his efforts into cultivating him, it can't be that fast, right? Or is it that Master Long is going to pass on his legacy to him?"
Xin Wenhua's breathing became a little rapid and he felt heavy in his heart.
"A unique talent."
In the corner, Shan Hong stood with a sword in his arms. His face was calm, but his heart was not at peace. For the second time in his life, he felt a strong sense of frustration.
He was born with a dragon-shaped bone structure and a brilliant swordsmanship. He was a sword genius that only appears once in a hundred years in Youzhou. He was already famous at the age of only sixteen.
From Youzhou to Hengshan, from Gangjianmen to Longhu Temple, from inner sect to true sect, he had almost no rivals along the way until he met Long Xinglie, and felt defeated for the first time in his life.
Now, it's the second time.
"Those who dominate with talent will eventually be defeated by those with better talent."
Shan Hong suddenly remembered a genius who had been defeated miserably by his sword many years ago. That genius was from Xia County and had been famous for a time, but was finally defeated by his sword.
"call!"
After letting out a breath, Shan Hong walked towards the giant monument.
On the huge monument that lists the names of hundreds or thousands of people, there are still six or seven names lit up. The most eye-catching ones are naturally Pei Jiu and Li Yuan.
The two of them were moving at a rapid speed. Although they slowed down after reaching the fifth floor, they had not stopped yet, and seemed ready to rush to the sixth floor.
"Uncle Li is about to catch up with Pei Jiu!"
"A showdown between peerless geniuses!"
"Are we going to kill them all the way to the sixth floor?"
At the huge monument, the noise was getting louder and louder, even making people ignore the Dragon and Tiger Tower.
From the slightly open tower door, a stern-looking young man stepped out with a sword on his back. Someone called out "Pei Jiu" in surprise, and the noise around them suddenly subsided a lot.
"Pei Jiu's name is extinguished, he lost..."
Someone exclaimed and turned around, and saw Pei Jiu with a stern expression, and immediately stopped talking.
"defeat?"
Pei Jiu glanced at the man, not caring about the hostility of the Dragon and Tiger Temple disciples around him. He smiled faintly and was about to leave when he heard another exclamation:
"exceeded!"
"Uncle Li has surpassed Pei Jiu!"
call!
The sword energy was as fast as the wind, and Pei Jiu arrived under the giant monument without seeing any movement. He looked up and saw that above his own extinguished name, there was another name shining brightly.
Pei Jiu narrowed his eyes, and the clanging of the long sword behind him made his ears ring:
"Li Yuan?"
……
Huhu~
The wind whistles, blowing the grass and green hills.
"It's so lifelike."
Jin Shengwu reached out his hand to touch the breeze, feeling this secret place of health preservation. Even though it was not his first time seeing it, he couldn't help but feel touched:
"If we don't have a lifespan of 200 years, and we practice year after year, can we reach this level in the divine realm?" "No."
Long Xixiang shook his head.
"I think it must be possible."
Jin Shengwu glared at him.
"At least you and I can't."
Long Xixiang stretched out his hand and pulled out a few wild grasses. He blew gently, and the wild grasses turned into a faint true qi and drifted away:
"Qi and Shen are combined. The size and thickness of the Shen realm are not only related to one's own spirit, but also to the true Qi. If the Shen realm wants to become a mysterious soldier secret realm, you must have hundreds of Qi seas."
"Hundreds of Qi seas."
Jin Shengwu's eyes flickered slightly: "It is said that the Grandmaster who practices the Divine Worship Method has many Qi Seas..."
“Many places are not the same as hundreds of places.”
Long Xixiang walked slowly: "Senior brother's divine realm is much deeper than you and me, but even his Yunwu Mountain is far from comparable to the Health Preservation Secret Realm."
"What if Master Long goes one step further?"
Jin Shengwu glanced at him.
"do not know."
Long Xixiang didn't say anything and quickened his pace.
After the Dragon-Tiger Pagoda moved out of the Health Preserving Secret Realm, the secret realm seemed a bit deserted, with only a few disciples taking care of the spiritual fields.
The two of them walked very quickly and soon arrived at the main peak, Long Yingchan's residence.
"Uncle Master, Mr. Jin."
A young man with a simple and honest look had been waiting here for a long time and bowed slightly to greet him.
"It's been many years since we last met. Yunfeng, your martial arts have improved a lot. You can try to break through in a few years."
Jin Shengwu recognized the young man. He was Long Yingchan's third disciple, who was slightly older than Long Xinglie.
"Disaster."
Long Yunfeng shook his head slightly and invited the two elders into the courtyard: "Master has been waiting for a long time."
"Ah."
Long Xixiang walked into the yard.
In the backyard of the Long residence, there was a spiritual field where various spiritual rices and spiritual herbs grew. Long Yingchan was lying on a rocking chair, reading a book. When he saw the two of them, he stood up and greeted them.
After the three of them greeted each other, Jin Shengwu glanced at the book in his hand:
"Biography of King Zhenwu?"
"Brother Jin is interested?"
Long Yingchan smiled and handed the book over.
"Only your few families have the ability to collect information about Wan Zhuliu."
Jin Shengwu was not polite. He took the book and flipped through it casually: "Isn't this a rumor? Why did you write it down?"
"Which one?"
When Wan Zhuliu was mentioned, Long Xixiang's face turned bad, but he still took a look at him.
The books are filled with pieces of information.
Jin Shengwu was referring to one of them:
'At the age of 21, Wan Zhuliu had completed his blood transfusion and fought against the old master, Kuxin Tou Tuo. Although he won the battle, he was pierced through the chest by the dragon claw hand. However, he pulled out the hand with a big laugh, calm and composed, like a god or ghost.'
Long Xixiang frowned slightly:
"It's not uncommon for a heart to be born on the right side. I can only say that Senior Kuxin was just unlucky. If his right chest had been pierced, Wan Zhuliu would have died many years ago."
"maybe."
Long Yingchan asked the two to sit down.
Jin Shengwu didn't dwell on it. He flipped through the book and returned it. Long Yunfeng also brought some wine and food.
During the dinner, the three of them had a great conversation, talking about events from many years ago, the big and small things in the martial arts world, and the purpose of Jin Shengwu's visit.
"All treatment at Huanglong Villa will remain unchanged, but if there is no Grandmaster within the next hundred years..."
"That's fate too."
After getting the promise, Jin Shengwu felt relieved and bowed to express his gratitude.
"A hundred years is not a short time."
Long Xixiang had nothing to say. There were hundreds of Taoist sects in Hengshan, and this was already a great privilege.
Jin Shengwu understood this principle, so he skipped the topic and turned to talk about Long Xixiang's injuries.
"The wound of the divine realm is extremely difficult to remove. There is almost no one in the world who can remove Wan Zhuliu's sword intent, not even this old man."
Speaking of this, Long Yingchan couldn't help but sigh.
With his current status and martial arts skills, there are only a few things he cannot accomplish, and this is one of them.
"There are very few people like Wan Zhuliu in the history."
Thinking back to the thousands of battles before, Jin Shengwu couldn't help but sigh: "Even if we talk about the past thousands of years, including the legendary ancestors, I'm afraid no one can beat this man."
Long Xixiang picked up the wine glass in silence.
"Dragon Demon Taoist, where is Pang Wenlong?"
"I don't know."
The atmosphere was a bit depressing, but Long Xixiang raised his glass. He hadn't slept for many days, but he was more energetic than before. He toasted the two and asked:
"Brother, has the Dragon Tiger Health Pill been prepared?"
“It’s open.”
Long Yingchan put down his wine glass, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.
Once upon a time, Long Xixiang was extremely talented and closer to the realm of immortals than him, but now...
"Junior brother, you..."
"One last fight. If it succeeds, it succeeds. If it fails, it will be death. It is better than lingering on like this."
Long Xixiang looked calm, as if he had let go of all his burdens.
Long Yingchan and the other person looked at each other in silence.
"Master, Uncle Master..."
At this time, footsteps were heard outside, and Long Yunfeng came quickly, with a look of shock on his dull face:
"Li Yuan, Junior Brother Li has reached the sixth floor of the tower and is ranked second on the Dragon Ranking!"
(End of this chapter)