"My descendants, King Zhao of Great Shang, and Zhao Rui, the direct descendants of King Jingtian, would like to send my regards to the seniors!"
Chen Wuji was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly stepped forward to look at Zhao Rui carefully, and finally his eyes fell on King Yu's sword.
"I never thought that after so many years, I would be able to see King Yu Dao again!"
Zhao Rui did not hesitate, took off the long knife and handed it over.
Chen Wuji looked at it carefully and then returned the knife.
"In the past, I was the only one who could not kill the old man from Montenegro. The most we could do was severely injure him. Now that you are here, we can join forces to kill him!"
With that said, Chen Wuji invited the group of people into the cave.
The narrow cave can be seen almost at a glance, and the decorations are extremely simple, but it is full of warmth.
Chen Wuji lived in such an environment for eighty years.
Just as Zhao Rui was about to sigh, he suddenly discovered that the surrounding stone walls were filled with various martial arts secrets.
In addition to the supreme martial arts of the Wuji Sword Sect, there are also the essence of martial arts from all sects in the world, and even King Yu's sword skills are recorded.
Zhao Rui suddenly became interested and hurried forward, gently touching the martial arts moves on the stone wall.
"The old man's research on world martial arts has reached this point?"
Chen Wuji smiled helplessly: "For eighty years, I can only use it to study martial arts."
With that said, Chen Wuji walked to a smooth stone wall.
"This is the Black Water Magic Skill of Old Man of Black Mountain! Over the years, I have mastered all his martial arts moves. I finally found his cover. I met for a martial arts competition a few days ago and seriously injured him in one fell swoop!"
Zhao Rui suddenly understood that the injuries on the old man of Montenegro were caused by Chen Wuji!
"Senior, since you can seriously injure him, why not kill him directly?"
Chen Wuji suddenly collapsed on the stone chair, his face gradually turning pale.
"For so many years, I have been studying him, and that old guy has also been studying me. Although he was seriously injured, I was also seriously injured and did not have much time to live!"
Zhao Rui and the others suddenly widened their eyes and hurried forward.
There was a shocking wound on Chen Wuji's chest, with lavender black air leaking out of it.
Obviously, this is the masterpiece of the old man from Montenegro!
"Grand Master Tai, how come you are still teaching me Kung Fu when you are so seriously injured!" Yeluming suddenly became anxious.
The Wuji Sword Sect is originally a single lineage. Yeluming's master also passed away many years ago. Now it is difficult to find a senior of the Wuji Sword Sect. Unexpectedly, the yin and yang will be separated again in the blink of an eye.
"It doesn't matter!" Chen Wuji didn't care at all: "I have been here for eighty years and have long been tired. Now I am finally free. You don't have to worry about me!"
After all, Yeluming was about the same age as Ziyun. He was an orphan since he was a child, wandering alone in the world and had no one to rely on. He attached great importance to blood ties.
At this moment, he fell to the ground and cried without caring!