The sword master, who was about to face a life-and-death battle in three days, did not make any preparations before the battle, but led Duan Fengyun to a green bamboo forest.
The sword master looked at the surrounding environment of the bamboo forest and sighed: "It has been twenty years, and this place has not changed at all, but I am already in my twilight years."
Duan Fengyun stood by and flattered him and said, "Uncle Shi, you are getting stronger and stronger with each passing day, and your skills are getting stronger day by day."
The Sword Master laughed loudly and said: "How could Duanshuai, that wooden lump, have given birth to a son like you who can talk, haha."
After saying that, the Sword Master took Duan Fengyun and continued walking deep into the bamboo forest, telling Duan Fengyun as he walked:
"Deep in this bamboo forest is buried my life-long enemy Wuming's wife. Wuming mourned his beloved wife and retired from the world, so he has lived deep in this bamboo forest for a long time. Today I will take you to see the martial arts myth that has been rumored for a long time in the world."
By the time the Sword Master finished speaking, they had arrived at their destination.
In front of them was not the lone grave as the sword master said, but two graves standing side by side.
An old tomb stone that the sword master knew was engraved with: Tomb of Wei Yingxiong’s Beloved Wife. And another new tomb stone was engraved with five large characters: Wei Yingxiong’s Tomb.
The sword master looked at the second new grave and said crazily: "Wu Ming, I have been in seclusion for twenty years just to defeat you, and now you are dead like this, so what's the point of me being in seclusion for these twenty years? Wu Ming, you give it to me
survived."
It turns out that Wei Yingxiong is Wuming.
The sword master looked at Wuming's grave and was filled with grief. Wuming was both his lifelong enemy and his only confidant. Now that Wuming was gone, he felt that he had no meaning in living.
But he still didn't want to believe that a generation of martial arts myths would end like this. He wanted to open the unknown grave to take a look.
"The dead are great, why did the Sword Master disturb their tranquility?"
At this time, a monk spoke up and interrupted the sword master's actions.
Duan Fengyun took a look and saw, wasn't this the Puzhi monk who was injured by him when he was fighting for the fire monkey?
The monk looked at Duan Fengyun and clasped his hands together: "Master Duan Hall, we meet again. In the past, the majestic Master Duan Hall of the Tianxiahui is now the target of the Tianxiahui. Things are really unpredictable, Amitabha."
When the sword master heard this, he asked Duan Fengyun doubtfully:
"Boy, this old bald ass said that you are some kind of bullshit hall master of the Tianxiahui. What's going on?"
When Duan Fengyun saw the past exposed, he scolded the monk for meddling in his own business, and hurriedly explained to the sword master: "To be honest, uncle, I was indeed the master of Tianxiahuitianwentang. But none of this was my intention."
Seeing that the sword master was still a little bit blaming, he continued to add:
"My late father passed away when I was six or seven years old. By chance, I was brought to Tianxiahui by Xiongba, who then accepted me as his disciple. I served as Xiongba's executioner for ten years. Some time ago, I was dissatisfied with Xiongba's treatment of me.
Due to the estrangement between the four senior brothers, I have rebelled against the Tianxiahui. Shibo, I did not participate in Xiongba's killing of the Lord of Dugu City and the destruction of Wushuang City, please believe me."
After saying that, he looked at the Sword Master and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the Sword Master's face was normal.
The sword master looked at Monk Puzhi and asked, "Old bald donkey, please stop meddling in other people's business."
Monk Puzhi put his hands together and said: "Sword Saint Donor, the nameless benefactor has gone to the Western Paradise, why would the benefactor disturb his peace?"
"You are such a strict monk, so I decided to open the unknown tomb and check it out today."
The sword master didn't tolerate this monk and was ready to take action.
Seeing this, the monk thought that although he was no match for the sword master, he still had to resist.
Just as the two sides were at war with each other, there was an echo in the bamboo forest:
"The deceased is the most important, why do you two want to disturb the peace of my master and my mother?"
After saying that, a man in white flew out from the forest. This man
Wearing a white polyester-cotton t-shirt, with long jet black hair, and a pair of piercing eyes, he has a heroic appearance.
Duan Fengyun looked at the man who was showing off and underestimated in his heart: "This Jian Chen looks quite bluffing, but it's a pity that he is a scumbag."
Duan Fengyun, who is familiar with the original work, of course knows who this man is. Besides Feng Yun and Wang Jianchen, who else could it be?
The sword master looked at Jian Chen. When he saw the sword in Jian Chen's hand, he immediately lost his composure and asked hurriedly:
"Boy, who are you? Why is the Hero Sword in your hand?"
Jian Chen clenched his hands into fists and responded politely:
"Jian Chen, this heroic sword was passed down from my master."
"Master? Are you the nameless disciple?"
The sword master asked in disbelief. He had never heard that Wuming would accept a disciple.
Jian Chen replied: "My master is none other than Wu Ming."
After the sword master confirmed Jian Chen's identity, he pointed at Duan Fengyun and said to Jian Chen:
"Okay, then since you are Wuming's disciple, you must be extremely proficient in the Inexplicable Swordsmanship. Let my disciple compete with you to see who is stronger, Wuming's or me."
The sword master looked at Duan Fengyun and said: "Boy, don't lose me. If you lose, don't say you learned my sword skills."
Duan Fengyun also wanted to compare with Fengyun, the defeated king, to see how much the unknown disciple weighed.
Duan Fengyun pulled out the Fire Lin Sword in his hand, pointed at Jian Chen and said: "Your Excellency, the sword is ruthless, please be careful."
Jian Chen replied: "Thank you for reminding me, please pay attention to it."
Having said that, Jian Chen also pulled out the heroic sword in his hand, and the two legendary magic weapons appeared at the same time.
Duan Fengyun used the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, and Jian Chen used the inexplicable sword technique. Vaguely, Duan Fengyun felt that Jian Chen's sword moves were like restraining his own sword techniques. Jian Chen always took one step ahead of himself, and he had not yet made a move.
It has been restrained.
Duan Fengyun believed that the swordsmanship of the Holy Spirit had not been fully integrated yet, so he changed his attack method, and Sword Twenty-Two made his debut.
Sure enough, Jian Twenty-Two succeeded, Duan Fengyun was no longer taken advantage of by Jian Chen, and the two sides drew a draw.
After the two swords collided with Jian Chen, Duan Fengyun, who was very competitive at this time, could not accept that he could not even defeat the King of Chi. He did not care about one or two. He held the sword in his right hand and continued to compete with Jian Chen.
He slapped it away, and Jian Chen countered it with his palm.
The two started a competition of internal strength with their palms. Duan Fengyun now has the Three Ultimate True Qi flowing through the meridians of his body, and he also ate two Fire Bodhisattva in Lingyun Cave. His internal strength is no longer comparable to that of his peers.
In less than a minute, Jian Chen was defeated. Seeing Jian Chen's defeat, Duan Fengyun was not ready to stop. He knew that Wuming was nearby, and he wanted to force Wuming on him.
Just when Jian Chen was about to hit Paiyun Palm, a sword energy hit Duan Fengyun's palm, and Paiyun Palm was instantly broken.
The sword master exclaimed: "Inexplicable swordsmanship! Are you Wuming?"
At this time, a middle-aged man who looked ordinary and honest walked out of the forest. The sword master smiled happily and said: "Wu Ming, I knew it was you. You are indeed not dead."
Wuming didn't pay attention to the sword master's words, but looked straight at Duan Fengyun and said: "My disciple has been defeated, why do you still want to kill me?"
Duan Fengyun replied respectfully: "Xiaosheng doesn't believe that a generation of martial arts legend Wuming could pass away so quietly, so he wants to use his senior disciples to test his reaction."
Wuming smiled on his face: "Your Excellency is really witty."
When Jian Chen saw Wuming coming out, he said with a face of shame: "Master, I'm sorry, my skills are inferior to others, I've embarrassed you, and even exposed your identity."
Wuming walked up to Jian Chen, patted Jian Chen on the shoulder and said, "Master, I don't blame you. This Duan Shaoxia has deep internal strength and is hard to beat among his peers."
Wuming raised his hands to Monk Puzhi to express his relief from Monk Puzhi just now.
Monk Puzhi saw that Wuming had come out, and knowing that nothing happened to him, he said goodbye to everyone and left.
Finally, Wuming walked up to the sword master, looked at his old friend and rival and said: "Old friend, I haven't seen you for twenty years, and you are still so stubborn about victory or defeat."
The sword master laughed and replied: "Twenty years ago, I was defeated by you. I have been in seclusion for twenty years, just to break through to a new level and one day be able to defeat you, this martial arts legend."
Wuming smiled slightly and said: "Is victory or defeat so important? Once upon a time, I also thought that victory and defeat were more important than life and everything else. But since my wife passed away, I have learned that there are things more important than victory, defeat, and honor."
The sword master shook his head and said: "I don't understand. I, Dugu Jian, am only born for the sword. Honor trumps everything else."
The sword master still refused to give up, and the atmosphere at the scene became awkward and vaguely tense.