Breaking through Thunderbolt with martial arts

Chapter 613 Refinement Fairy·Talking about Wuyu

Jiping Valley·Dingfengju.

The uncanny workmanship of Nie Han was sitting by the stove holding a jug of old wine.

Come to listen to the sound of swords and taste rice wine leisurely.

The sword falls for thousands of years, and the ax creates chemical industry.

With a chic and freehand attitude, it seems that the changes in the outside world have never affected this place.

"The true God, the true sage, is also the true immortal. The channel to master Confucianism is to master the virtuous; the mysteries in the mind are endless, and he governs half the sky of civil and military affairs."

At this moment, the familiar poem "Mo Rang" resounded through the valley, and then a white-haired figure in a dark blue robe swirled down the sky.

"Talk without desire."

Surprised by this person, Nie Han opened his eyes, puzzled, but said in his mouth: "I heard that the vulgar fairy talked about Wuyu's reappearance in the Jianghu. I didn't expect that I didn't witness the battle between Confucianism and the Eight Tribes for the first time. It appeared in the small valley of the old man."

"The battle between good and evil can't be over in a day or two. The exciting things are still early. I'm not in a hurry to see it. It's a place where ghosts and axes are located. How can it be a small valley? As the old saying goes: if the mountain is not high, there will be immortals, and if the water is not deep With Long Zeling, Mr. Xiang is such a great talent, even if it is just an unnamed valley, it will be famous in the mountains and seas."

Tan Wuyu flicked his whisk lightly, his demeanor remained the same.

"what!"

Nie Han chuckled, "To be so admired by the refined fairy makes me feel bad!"

After finishing speaking, Nie Han stood up, stretched his waist, and sighed: "I am a vulgar person, I don't understand your twists and turns, you should speak up if you have something to say!"

"I came here today, talking about Wuyu, I just have doubts in my heart, and I want to ask for advice."

At this point, Tan Wuyu no longer hides it.

"Oh?"

Nie Han narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "Since the vulgar fairy has doubts, please ask, but the old man is just a blacksmith, so I don't know how I can help?"

"Ha!" Tan Wuyu chuckled, but stared at Nie Han with piercing eyes, "During these days, Tan was visiting secretly, especially when the dragon head of the Confucianism sect was unsealed. The evil energy of the broken dragon head gathers without damaging the original source, and after verification, it seems to be related to the supernatural workmanship."

"So you came here for this matter!" Nie Han was stunned, but he didn't hide it, "That's right, this thing was made by the old man, alas!"

Speaking of this, Nie Han couldn't help but sigh, and told about the persecution of King Yasha Xiao.

"I see."

Hearing the whole story, Tan Wuyu showed a look of surprise, and then said seriously: "After the scriptures, Mr. Nie Han should also know more about the Baqi evil god. I wonder if there is a way to get rid of the demon?"

"The dragon-slaying sword was broken back then, and now it is even more difficult to forge stronger magic weapons."

Nie Han shook his head with a heavy expression on his face.

"It seems that Mr. Nie Han has already prepared a draft. Although it is extremely difficult, it shows that there is still hope. Why don't you say it? Maybe you can think of a way to talk about it."

Although Tan Wuyu didn't show up during this period, he always paid attention to the movements of all parties in the martial arts. As an outsider, he had a lot of understanding of the current forces and strengths of all parties.

Since I found Nie Han today, I have already made a decision.

"Since you said that, then the old man knows everything, because the old man has been training divine weapons for people all the year round, and has a lot of refined and precipitated divine iron that can be used as the main material of the evil sword.

If you want to truly fight against the disaster of the God of Destruction, you need to use the immortal fire to combine with the heavenly power stone that controls the sky and five dragons, and it is co-cast by the old man and Mr. Jidao with the casting skills of gods and ghosts. People with a bright heart and deep roots can only have a chance to complete it by sacrificing righteously and sacrificing the sword. "

"The required materials and steps are difficult to complete. Even if it is cast, this sword can barely resist. It is not known whether it can kill evil."

"Immortal fire."

Tan Wuyu murmured, then looked at Nie Han, and said solemnly: "Whether you can succeed or not, you have to try. Please ask Shenzhu to tell me the whereabouts of the immortal fire. I will prepare everything I need."

"Okay, the old man is waiting for the good news, and the immortal fire exists in the Yangyuan Fire Clan. You may find it."

"Thank you."

……

Le Xunyuan VS Cloud Wanggui.

A generation of Qizong vs. French and Confucian disciples.

In the blink of an eye, the flames ignited.

"In the first battle, Xun Yuan will not hold back!"

Le Xunyuan concentrated his palm strength and spoke.

"It's exactly what I want, show off all your strength!"

Yun Wanggui appeared with the sword in his hand, the sword intent was condensed, and the sharpness in his eyes was revealed.

"very good!"

Le Xunyuan's eyes flashed coldly, his palms turned over, Fang Yuan's airflow hit, and Yun Wanggui's body was unstable, "Abyss of Condensed Qi, ten thousand capacious."

"Heaven-sealed sword rain!"

Yun Wanggui responded to the move with his sword, and swung his sword fiercely, transforming into thousands of swords and raining down.

Puff puff!
A burst of dense sound came, and thousands of sword lights pierced through the gathered airflow, approaching Le Xunyuan.

Facing the Putian sword, Mang Le Xunyuan's expression remained unchanged, but his hands were moved together to transform the air around his body, "Xuanhua · Turning the air!"

As Le Xunyuan flipped his palms, Wanqian Jianmang counterattacked with his palms.

"It's a good Le Xunyuan, and it really has a strong foundation."

Yun Wanggui let out a soft cry, his body moved instantly, his sword broke through ten thousand spells, he appeared in front of Le Xunyuan in an instant, and he slashed down with his sword.

Apparently knowing that the previous reckless fight was not good for him, he chose a new tactic.

"The guards of the Confucian sect are also insightful and alert, but Xun Yuan said that I will win this battle!"

The first battle was good and bad, but undoubtedly, if he wins the next battle, even if he loses next time, no one can blame him for it.

But in this battle, Le Xunyuan was full of confidence, turned his palms over, and resolved the sharp sword style one by one. After forcing Yun Wanggui to return with one move, the ultimate move was instant, "Heavenly Style·Full Qi Xuanhuang!"

In an instant, Le Xunyuan controlled Baili Fengyun, condensing Xuanhuang's blow.

boom!
There was a deafening explosion, and the majestic blow approached Yun Wanggui in an instant.

"careful!"

Yu Lijing, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but speak, Yun Wanggui didn't look back, just snorted coldly, and the sword energy in Tian Suijian erupted loudly, "Qianqiu Xiaofengyun!"

A sword can sway thousands of years, and the wind and clouds gather and disperse.

The forceful moves merged in an instant, and there was a sudden shock for hundreds of miles. Both sides of the confrontation retreated dozens of steps.

It was better for Yun Wang to go back to his roots than to devour Le Xunyuan, who had all his cultivation. His mouth bled immediately, and he knelt on the ground.

"Yun Wanggui..."

Seeing that Yun Wanggui was injured, everyone became more and more worried.

But seeing Yun Wanggui resting his sword on the ground, he raised his hand and said without looking back, "Don't worry, I'm used to this little injury."

The calm words reveal unparalleled firmness.

In the first battle, only victory is allowed but no defeat is allowed.

He wants to boost the morale of Confucianism.

"Le Xunyuan, if you want to win, your strength is not enough!"

Raising his head suddenly, Yun Wanggui's eyes were filled with fighting spirit.

Seeing this, Le Xunyuan couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "The pedantic Confucianism is the trouble!"

Le Xunyuan's confidence remained undiminished, but Yun Wanggui's state clearly indicated that he had to show his true strength to win. At that time, it would no longer be a competition, but a battle of life and death.

If he accidentally killed Yun Wanggui, his relationship with the Confucian School would also be completely chilled.

He thought it would be enough to just show off his vast power, defeat him, and let him know that he is not his opponent, so hello me, hello everyone, but he obviously underestimated the will of the Confucianists.

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