Chapter 42 Death of the Grandmaster
The surrounding cultivators gradually rushed over, but they did not dare to get too close. At least they were watching from a distance several hundred meters away. Otherwise, they would be easily ignored by the Grandmaster. If you kill him with one blow, you will suffer a huge loss.
"Where?" A monk who had just arrived asked breathlessly.
"Didn't you see? There are three grandmasters right there. This time Beiquan Mountain is not in vain."
"Why hasn't the war started yet? What are they talking about?"
"What do you know? The Grand Master's battle is not a street fight. It is different from ordinary monks like us. Their energy and spirit are integrated into one body, and they need to use words to gain momentum and find flaws in their souls." A waist leader With a long sword, the middle-aged man in fine clothes scolded.
"My dear brother, may I know your surname?" the person next to me asked.
"I, Sun Jingui, am nicknamed Jianghu Baixiaosheng."
"May I ask my brother what kind of cultivation he has? Of course, if it is not convenient for me to tell you, I would be presumptuous."
"I was lucky enough to break through to the third level of Zhenwu last month." Sun Jingui gently stroked his green beard under his chin, looking like a master.
The few people in the world who were standing at the front originally heard this man talk about the Grand Master's War in a clear and logical manner, and were about to turn around to see which master it was, but when they heard about this cultivation level, they all curled up and turned their attention again. It fell on the three masters in the distance.
At the top of Hongyan Mountain, a figure swept up to the top of the waterfall. He was wearing linen clothes and had a gourd tied around his waist. He glanced at Longdanshan Liuying who had fallen on the ground. He squatted down and stretched out his hand to draw out a ray of true energy. , but as soon as the true energy entered the corpse, a wisp of residual sword energy followed the true energy and flew back. He rubbed his fingers to annihilate the ray of sword energy.
“These six guys are really evil stars. They chose such a place so hard that they could not die. With just one blow, their heart veins were cut off by the evil spirit of the sword. There was not even a trace of evil energy outside their bodies. The scars and such superb swordsmanship should be caused by the sword demon Chu Wusheng."
The old man in sackcloth stood on the bluestone and looked down, and happened to hear the words of Tianzhu old man Jiang Hongguang.
His eyes moved up and fell on the young man in the viewing pavilion, and murmured: "What exactly is there on Beiquan Mountain? Jiang Hongguang didn't dare to go in, and the Sword Master Qin Wuya didn't even come in twice. Going up the mountain, is he really above the master? This little brat Xu Xiangxiang must know something..."
Gu Yuanqing was a little stunned. Just now, he had been prepared. Once the hunchbacked old man stepped into Beiquan Mountain, he would use the power of Beiquan Mountain to block his power, so as to test the master's situation in Beiquan Mountain and formulate subsequent strategies.
I didn’t expect that this old man was so close to finishing the attack, but he stopped dead in his tracks.
Listening to Shanxia's words, Gu Yuanqing thought in his heart: "In his previous life, I heard that the cicada awakened before the golden wind moved. The master may have this spiritual state, which is really magical. However, if we judge based on this, The Grandmaster feels that it is dangerous to enter Beiquan Mountain, which means that I can use the power of Beiquan Mountain to suppress it."
Thinking of this, Gu Yuanqing felt a little calmer and gained some confidence.
Looking down, I could see two people facing each other with long swords in the distance, looking forward to the battle that was about to begin.
This is a master, and he has understood its importance since he was a child! After living for so many years, this is the first time I have seen it.
At the foot of the mountain.
Tianzhu old man Jiang Hongguang raised his head and did not move for a long time.
Sword Demon Chu Wusheng couldn't help but said loudly: "Jiang Tuozi, what are your plans? If you leave, please leave a message. If you are scared and afraid of death, we will retreat right now. I will not I am willing to offend the imperial court for no reason."
Qin Wuya stood in the distance and did not move. He also wanted to see what Jiang Hongguang chose. What would happen if he chose to enter Beiquan Mountain? Although he asked for orders to come here, it does not mean that he has to do everything. If he involves Chu Wusheng, he can give the emperor an explanation.
Jiang Hongguang didn't reply, and his rickety body suddenly straightened up.
"The old man has been practicing for more than two hundred years, and his end is approaching, and he is still lingering."
As he spoke, the wrinkles on his face slowly disappeared, and the whole person seemed to be dozens of years younger.
Sword Demon Chu Wusheng's expression changed: "Jiang Tuozi, you..."
Seeing this scene, he was completely sure that what Jiang Tuozi said just now was not an exaggeration. Mu Sheng's blood was even more terrifying.
Jiang Hongguang turned his head, his eyes were shining brightly, full of fighting spirit. He continued to say slowly: "If you can meet the Grand Master before you die, you can die in peace!"
Qin Wuya's pupils were slightly dim. Slightly reduced, the master's energy and spirit condensed into one body and returned to the Tao womb. When the end was approaching, the body gradually decayed and could no longer maintain its roundness. The breath began to escape, and it was even more necessary to hide it in the Tao womb to prolong life. And now, Jiang Hongguang dispersed the essence hidden in the Tao womb into his body, and returned to the peak in an instant. If it were not a matter of life and death, the grandmaster who was approaching his end would never do this, because it also meant that he was consuming his body every moment. Not much life.
On the top of the waterfall, the old man in sackcloth took out the wine gourd and took a sip. Then he gently shook it and hung it back on his waist. He chuckled and said: "This old guy Jiang Hongguang is going to fight for his life. Ah, that's right. He doesn't have a few more years to live. If he can see the master and get a glimpse of an opportunity, there may be a chance. A glimmer of hope for survival! Then I'll see what's hidden in Beiquan Mountain."
Jiang Hongguang took a deep breath and felt that all his states were back to their peak. He bent his feet slightly and exploded. He shot up and in the blink of an eye, he reached a height of thirty feet. He tapped lightly on the cliff and continued upward.
Qin Wuya, Chu Wusheng, the old man in sackcloth on the top of the mountain, and the people in the world who were watching all around, all focused their attention on him.
Suddenly, Chu Wusheng's expression changed. He saw that Jiang Hongguang's body, which was supposed to continue going up, suddenly stiffened. The rocks where he landed cracked, and his body fell downwards.
Such a low-level mistake would never happen to a grandmaster. Even a high-level Zhenwu monk would never collapse the rock he was standing on!
Jiang Hongguang swung his bamboo stick and inserted it into the cliff to stabilize his fall. When he raised his head, he saw a flash of sword light flying down from the sky, and the air flow shook up countless gravel.
Chu Wusheng turned around and ran towards the cliff of Beiquan Mountain. Jiang Hongguang's situation was obviously wrong at this time.
Qin Wuya was also extremely surprised. When he saw that flash of sword light, he couldn't hide the look on his face.
He also wanted to know what Jiang Hongguang had gone through to be unable to control his feet, but as a minister of the imperial court and asking for imperial orders, he naturally would not let Chu Wu pass.
"You said just now, your opponent is me!"
Qin Wuya took a step forward, and his sword was like a flying fairy from the sky, reaching straight for Chu Wusheng's vest.
“Get away!”
Chu Wusheng roared and turned his head with a sword. Heaven and man fought, and their vitality gathered together. In an instant, it turned into a giant sword wrapped in black energy and swept across.
Boom!
The sword energy collided, and the energy spread out. Wherever it affected, no matter the rocks or trees were turned into powder.
But in the next second, Qin Wuya had passed through the center of the sword energy collision and closed the distance.
I saw him in a green shirt, with an indifferent expression and a flat tone.
"Sixty years ago, the favor of a sword, now... hmm?"
Qin Wuya's figure suddenly stopped and looked at the cliff.
Chu Wusheng also looked back, his expression dull.
At the moment when the two men fought, the long sword passed through Jiang Hongguang's head and drew an arc back to the top of the mountain.
Jiang Hongguang weakly let go of his right hand holding the bamboo stick and fell on his back.
Dead?
The majestic grandmaster just disappeared after just one meeting?
I didn’t even see who took action, only a flying sword came through the air!
Down the valley, on top of the waterfall, and even everyone who could see this scene fell silent.
(End of this chapter)