The Legend of Xianyu

The two of them each took a few steps back, their legs arched back and forth, and their right feet kicked the ground suddenly, and their bodies were like flying bullets, rushing towards Li Tianran.

Li Tianran sped up, and the sword and Zen staff collided in the air, "boom-boom-boom-" There was a loud sound around the two.

Both of them are masters of the realm of confusion, and they both say that if the master makes a move, he will often end up defeated if he is negligent for a while. Therefore, although the two are inseparable, they are very cautious in every move, for fear of leaving flaws for each other.

I don't know how long the fight lasted, how many times the Zen staff and the sword collided, and the two separated again.

Li Tianran looked at the burning sound at this time, and sighed in his heart: "Master Wuju is really right, every martial arts veteran in every battle has merit."

At this time, Li Tianran threw his sword, his right foot kicked the ground suddenly, his body flew up, he swung three swords in the air, and in the cold wind, those sword qi cut through the cold wind and ran rampant in the snowflakes.

Burning Yin took a few steps back, then raised his staff sideways above his head and spun wildly. With the rotation of the Zen staff, a looming phantom of a large bell was formed around Huitong, and the phantom glowed with golden light, enveloping Huitong in it.

"Golden bell jar".

The sword qi drove over and touched the golden bell, and many runes flashed on the bell.

"The Golden Bell Jar, it's really powerful!" Li Tianran sighed again, and then the long sword in his hand continued to fly, attacking the Golden Bell Jar from different places. But to no avail.

Li Tianran looked at the burning sound inside and was very helpless, but this aroused his inner fighting spirit even more.

With a loud shout, he held the sword in front of him, his left index finger slashing across the entire blade, and when he lowered his left hand, his sword also glowed with golden light, which enveloped the entire sword.

"Abbot try my trick."

"King Kong Sword".

The corners of Li Tianran's mouth rose, retreated slightly, and then held the sword in both hands and slashed from top to bottom. I saw a huge golden phantom of the sword appear on his sword.

The phantom turned into a giant dragon and flew out from the tip of the sword, and the dragon roared and flew towards the Burning Sound, who held the Zen staff, the golden bell on his body was not extinguished, and the Zen staff shook violently.

"The day is coming!".

The dragon roared angrily, only to see the Burning Sound slam the Zen staff to the ground, the Zen staff no one to support him, but stood straight in front of him, the Burning Sound folded his hands, and behind him appeared a huge golden light shrouded in the phantom of Shakyamuni.

The Buddha stretched out his right hand and slapped it out, and the dragon and the giant palm collided, and the golden light was magnificent, and the person who took it couldn't open his eyes.

He took a deep breath, and the golden light around his body shone brightly, like a golden dragon soaring into the air. "I won't give up easily!".

Li Tianran shouted loudly, arousing the deepest fighting spirit in his heart. His body turned into a golden lightning bolt, and instantly rushed towards the phantom of Burning Sound and Da Ri Rulai, his sword qi splashing everywhere, and his battle intent was high.

The battle was fierce in the sky, the golden light was shining, and the sword qi was flying, like a dragon and tiger fighting. The golden light emitted from Li Tianran's whole body complemented the dragon transformed by the Vajra Sword, and fiercely confronted the phantom of Burning Sound and Da Ri Rulai. The wind and clouds surge, and the heavens and the earth are discolored.

A figure flew out of the golden light and slammed into the snow. The snow was smashed into a deep pit.

Li Tianran slowly stood up from the deep pit in rags, his face was pale at this time, and blood gushed up from his throat and spurted out of his mouth.

His hands holding the sword were shaking violently, and his legs were struggling to support his body.

Looking at the sword in his hand again, it had already become a broken sword, and he walked out of the deep pit and looked at the burning sound that had only retreated a few feet away not far away.

"The abbot is really strong in martial arts! The juniors admire!" Li Tianran squeezed out a sentence from his mouth with difficulty.

"The donor is still young!If it weren't for the internal injuries he had not healed during the fight with Master Huixin, Lao Wei probably wouldn't be an opponent!" said Burning Sound, still clasping his hands together.

"Abbot, how do you know?" asked Li Tianran with some surprise.

"When you fought with me just now, I felt the sword qi left in your body! Amitabha! Although Lao Gao defeated you, he was not a martial artist!"

Li Tianran looked at the remnant sword in his hand and smiled, after all, he was defeated! Shaolin is really not easy to mess with.

"Abbot, why don't you take the opportunity to take him?" someone asked when Burning Yin had returned to the mountain gate.

"My Buddha is compassionate!, and I can't win the martial arts!" he said, coughing three times in a row, and blood spat out.

In this battle, Li Tianran stayed at the foot of Shaomu Mountain for three days, repairing internal injuries, and since he left the village, the wooden sword that followed him was still overwhelmed and broken, after all, his father used the most ordinary peach wood carved at that time, and it was not a rare treasure, and it was normal for it to be broken now, but Li Tianran was a little reluctant. But it also made him know the importance of a good sword to a swordsman, and his next goal on this trip was to find a suitable sword for himself.

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Tibetan Sword Villa, with swordsmanship and sword-casting method resounded in the martial arts, the contemporary owner of the boundless swordsmanship is superb, and the people of the rivers and lakes are called "Sword King". And although his younger brother is not as strong as his elder brother, he is by no means an ordinary person, and the people in the rivers and lakes are called "sword maniac".

Tibetan Sword Villa is located at the foot of Tibetan Sword Peak, Zhuangzi is in the depths of the bamboo forest, and there is a waterfall flowing down from the peak, there is a gurgling stream between the bamboo forests, and the scenery is pleasant.

And next to the Tibetan Sword Peak is the Sword Peak, there is a sword mound under the Sword Peak, according to legend, the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Villa can go to the sword mound to sense their own swords when they reach a certain realm.

Li Tianran had already suffered an internal injury because he was competing with Emei Huixin, and before the injury healed, he went to challenge the Shaolin Burning Abbot, which finally led to an injury on top of injury.

Fortunately, he cultivated a variety of miraculous skills, and his body was also extremely strong, when he recovered from his injuries, it was only three days, and today he came to Hidden Sword Peak.

Although it is winter, there is still no trace of winter breath in Zangjian Peak, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and it is a thriving scene.

Everything was going according to plan in the Tibetan Sword Villa, and suddenly, a wooden sword fell from the sky with pieces of bamboo leaves, landed on the ground of the martial arts arena, and plunged straight into the ground. As the sword was inserted, the ground began to crack like a spider's web, and cracks appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Who is it?" Baili Wuyue sat on the chair on the high platform of the martial arts arena, originally supervising the disciple's sword practice with great interest, but when he saw the sword, he stood up and roared angrily into the air.

"Who's pretending to be a ghost?" he roared, seeing that no one had responded to his words, and rose and landed on the eaves.

"Junior Li Tianran, today I have come to ask the Sword King seniors for advice!" The high-pitched voice came into everyone's ears.

"Li Tianran, you're finally here! Since you want to ask for advice, then why be sneaky!" Baili Wuyue shouted as he stared straight into the air.

As soon as the words fell, Li Tianran, who was dressed in white, fell from the sky, stood with his hands in his hands, and stepped on the wooden sword inserted into the ground with his toes.

As he fell, the wooden sword let out a sword roar, and the sword qi shook all the disciples of the Hidden Sword Mountain Villa who were not far away, and they all flew out, lying on the ground crookedly.

"Junior Li Tianran greets Baili senior!" he saw Baili Wuyue standing on the high platform, rubbed his hands, and bowed down to salute.