Duan Yu's Biography of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 81 The power of a sword, the myth of martial arts
There are many masters with useful swords in the martial arts world, but those who can display sword light are extremely rare.

Zhuo Bufan didn't dare to hold back, and resorted to his housekeeping skills.

A cold light flashed suddenly, and the sword light had already pierced Duan Yu's throat. The cold air almost pierced Duan Yu's throat.

Duan Yu's body suddenly moved one foot, and the sword pierced the air. Zhuo Bufan immediately folded it, changed the thrust into a slash, and cut Duan Yu's head straight.

The speed with which he drew his sword was beyond people's imagination.

The tip of the sword passed across his chest, and the cold air penetrated his chest, just a hair's breadth away.

Duan Yu secretly admired, as expected of a sword god, the sword is extremely fast, and the sword moves are exquisite, which is really rare!
One sword missed, Zhuo Bufan struck again, and the sword was as fast as a sword. Only the cold light could be seen, and the sword body could not be seen clearly.

Swish, swish, sword light flashed, and the three swords connected in a row, swift and fierce.

As his sword was faster, Duan Yu's movement became faster and faster, as fast as a ghost.

When everyone saw it, they felt chills in their hearts, it was absolutely hard to resist with such a movement.

"It's time for Duan to draw his sword!"

Duan Yu finally made a move, slowly pulling out the long sword.

The blade of the sword was exposed for a while, and the cold light shot out, as if the sun first appeared in the morning, and a golden light shot out, and the sky and the earth seemed to light up.

"Qiang!" With a dragon's roar, the heavenly dragon unsheathed and the cold light flourished!
The white robe fluttered, Duan Yu held the sword in his right hand, and slashed down with a single sword.

In an instant, the air visibly swayed with the naked eye.

He saw a majestic and domineering thick sword energy descending from the sky like a divine punishment.

Seeing this thick sword energy, Zhuo Bufan's pupils shrank involuntarily.

Even Wang Yuyan, who was most familiar with Duan Yu, looked at Duan Lang who was holding the sword in surprise.

This sword energy is too thick!

Who can resist this?

With one strike of the sword, it surged like a huge wave, unstoppable!

"Keng!"

There was a crisp sound of a broken sword. The extraordinary meteorite sword was as fragile as a membrane. It broke when touched and was cut off on the spot.

almost the same time.

With a bang, the Daxiong Palace tens of feet away was cut into two pieces by a sword.

Stones are piled up to form a polished arena, and even the Daxiong Hall is along the way, and the slender cross section is extremely smooth.

The sword energy penetrated a foot deep into the ground!

The fissures in the ground stretched hundreds of feet away.

If Duan Yu hadn't controlled his strength, I'm afraid the whole Shaolin Temple would be split into two by this sword.

Not to mention those martial arts people onlookers.

A few unlucky ones cracked on the spot!

At this moment, all the emotions of the crowd were replaced by astonishment.

What kind of sword is this?

Was it cut by a human?
Countless people trembled.

The people of Shaolin Temple watched their own Daxiong Hall cracked, and they all had bitter faces, not daring to come forward to ask for compensation.

This sword is destined to be recorded in the annals of martial arts history!

Looking at Zhuo Bufan himself, the sword was broken and his right arm was severed.

If it is a few inches higher, his whole body will be divided into two.

"This"

Zhuo Bufan's face was pale and he was speechless.

After facing this sword with his own eyes, he suddenly felt that he was trash.

For some reason, he felt a deep sense of self-blame at this moment.

Do I, Zhuo Bufan, deserve to be called the Sword God?

Also with a sword?

Pooh!
Shameless!

Duan Yu didn't kill him, but cut off his arm.

Otherwise, Zhuo Bufan wouldn't express so many emotions.

Facing the terrified martial arts heroes, Duan Yu put his sword back into its sheath, and said indifferently: "It's not that Duan doesn't use weapons, but so far no one is worthy to let Duan use a sword."

He looked at Zhuo Bufan: "You, do you understand?"

"Obviously, thank you, senior Duan Duan, for showing mercy!"

Zhuo Bufan's face was extremely pale, and he tapped a few acupuncture points to stop the bleeding on his arm.

He quickly walked in front of Duan Yu: "Dare to ask Senior Duan, what is the name of this sword?"

What a sword fanatic.

No wonder swordsmanship has achieved such success.

"This sword is called Ping A." Duan Yu said lightly.

"Pingju swordsmanship?"

Zhuo Bufan suddenly knelt down: "I beg senior to accept me as an apprentice and teach me the Pingba sword technique!"

"." Duan Yu shook his head and said, "You are too old and have mediocre aptitude, so you are not suitable to be my disciple."

This is a good refusal.

Hearing this, Zhuo Bufan felt deeply inferior, coughed violently, and his body was shaking.

It was obvious that the sword had caused him great damage.

"Take it to heal your wounds!" Duan Yu threw him an expired healing elixir from the Xiaoyao Sect.

Zhuo Bufan took it and didn't dare to ask what kind of elixir it was and what its effects were.

Senior Duan gave it, just eat it!

Swallow the pill with your head up.

As soon as he took his mouth, Zhuo Bufan felt a strong and strange smell that went straight to his nose and went up to Baihui point.

It's on top.

Seeing his complicated micro-expression, Duan Yu frowned. Could it be that the medicine has expired and lost its effect?
He attaches great importance to Zhuo Bufan, a little white mouse.

Duan Yu needs to experiment slowly with the pile of pills left by Xiaoyaozi.

Looking at Zhuo Bufan's reaction, he suddenly trembled.

The pill fell into the abdomen, like a burning fireball, overflowing with hot air, pouring into the four meridians and eight channels.

Zhuo Bufan hurriedly sat cross-legged, concentrating on directing the heat to each meridian.

After a while, under the impetus of the heat, the inner breath moved faster.

Immediately, Zhuo Bufan felt his head lighten up, refreshed, with an indescribable sense of clarity.

Within a few weeks, his internal injuries were miraculously healed.

And the internal strength is also much deeper.

Zhuo Bufan knew that this pill was actually a rare medicine.He rushed up and bowed down again: "Thank you, Senior Duan, for bestowing the magic medicine!"

At this moment, Duan Yu was like a god in his eyes.

The heroes were also shocked.

Just now Zhuo Bufan looked like he was about to die, he was alive and well after taking a elixir?
What kind of panacea is this?
Duan Yu ignored the crowd and said calmly: "Who else will come up to teach you?"

The heroes immediately shook their heads.

You have such strength, who else dares!
Go up to die?

See no one dares to fight.

Duan Yu single-handedly pulled up the banner of the martial arts leader.

In fact, at this moment, he no longer needs this thing.

But still insist on taking it away.

After all, the title of martial arts leader is worth a thousand experience points.

"Is the Dali Duan family here? Come out and die!"

Suddenly, a crisp girl's voice flooded into Shaolin Temple.

Everyone looked around, but there was no one there.

After a moment, a little girl appeared in the field of vision.

The little girl was short in stature, about seven or eight years old, with delicate features and delicate features. She was dressed in dark red and looked cute.

However, there was a faint feeling that something was wrong.

How did she get on stage?
Duan Yu's intuition was keen and he noticed that this little girl had a sophisticated temperament, not like an innocent child.

The girl frowned slightly when she saw the sword marks that were ten feet deep on the ground and the main hall that was divided into two.

Just about to ask what happened, but someone shouted: "Whose girl? Go, go!"

Duan Yu, as the new leader of the martial arts alliance, it is indispensable to have a few licking dogs by his side.

When there is trouble, someone will come forward to solve the problem.

"Whose family's child? Hurry up and take it down, don't delay the good deeds of Chief Duan!"

Ding Xiu, the head of the Penglai faction, wanted to be Duan Yu's licking dog and came out to clear the field.

He was repelled by Zhuo Bufan's sword on the first day, and he recuperated for several days.

When he came back today, he saw Zhuo Bufan being beheaded by Duan Yu with one sword.

While being surprised, he tried his best to have something to do with Duan Yu, asking for help.

Seeing a girl coming on stage to cause trouble, Ding Xiu was the first to jump out and chase her away.

The little girl stood there with her hips akimbo, with a bit of beauty.

Ding Xiu stepped forward and whispered: "Little girl, today is a grand meeting to elect the leader of the martial arts alliance. You are coming to cause trouble. Go home and find your mother!"

"Grandma told you to go to hell to find your mother!"

An old-fashioned voice sounded like thunder, the little girl stared, and slapped Ding Xiu's sky cap with her palm.

Ding Xiu couldn't dodge in time, and his brains overflowed on the spot.

Everyone was shocked.

With the martial arts of Ding Xiu's school, it should be very easy to avoid this blow, but he couldn't dodge it, and died suddenly on the spot!
And with such palm power, is this girl really just a little girl?

The little girl stood on the stage, looked down at everyone, and snorted: "The leader of the martial arts? This deity is the leader of the martial arts!"

Listening to her tone of voice, Duan Yu suddenly realized.

This little girl is actually Tianshan Child Elder!
I think it was the last time I cleaned up some maids from the Lingjiu Palace in Dali and released the news about the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Tianshan Child Elder was moved and wanted to find out, so she went to the Shishan Martial Arts Conference.

"Amitabha!"

At this time, an old monk stood up, wearing a gray monk robe.

"The poor monk is the abbot of Qingliang Temple in Wutai Mountain, and his Dharma name is Shenshan!"

The person on the sacred mountain of Qingliang Temple in Mount Wutai is short in stature, with powerful eyes and a majestic appearance.

He and Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin are called the two arhats "subduing the dragon" and "subduing the tiger". It is said that the strength of the two is really equal.

It's just that the scale of Qingliang Temple is smaller, its status in the martial arts world is far lower than that of Shaolin Temple, and its prestige is not as good as Xuanci's.

It is said that the people on Mount Kailash have a very high self-esteem and often intervene in the secular affairs of the martial arts community as monks. To put it bluntly, they are nosy.

He wanted to turn Qingliang Temple into a famous martial arts school like Shaolin Temple.

"Little girl, you are too young, you are too ruthless, where is the elder, let him come out quickly!"

The face of the Tianshan child's grandmother changed, and she glared at the mountain man: "Smelly monk, do you want to die?!"

Her voice was suddenly crisp and clear, like a young girl, but her tone was still old-fashioned.

"It turned out to be a little demon girl who knows magic tricks!"

The man on Shenshan sneered: "Then let the old man come and cast down demons!"

He waved his palms, and the wind was blowing, he looked very domineering, and he was about to attack.

Seeing this, Tianshan Child Elder gave a disdainful smile, placed her middle finger on her thumb, and flicked it lightly.

"Boom!" There was a light sound from the fingertips, and the sound was very soft.

A bloody flower flashed from the chest of the person on the mountain, and suddenly the blood flowed like a pillar, and he fell backwards, skimmed two feet in the air, and fell to the ground.

Then he felt unbearably itchy and in pain.

"Ah! Itchy! Itchy to death!"

"What kind of poison did you give me?"

The people on the holy mountain rolled on the ground and kept rolling, no longer the peace and indifference of the eminent monk.

Tianshan Child Elder cast a lazy glance at him and snorted, "Little monk, have you heard of the Life and Death Talisman?"

Everyone cast curious eyes.

You are a little girl of eight or nine years old, and the sixtieth-year-old man on Shenshan Mountain is called a "little monk"?
"The talisman of life and death!"

"He is the master of Vulture Palace, Tianshan Child Elder!"

People from the 36th hole and the 72nd island exclaimed with fear on their faces.

Tianshan Child Elder snorted coldly, and glared at him, that person rolled his eyes and died of fright on the spot.

Everyone was shocked.

Many people have heard of the name Tianshan Child Elder.

Rumor has it that he has lived in the Vulture Palace for a long time and is a murderous devil!
He must drink the blood of living creatures every day, and uses demonic methods to control hundreds of sect leaders and drive them into slavery.

Tianshan Child Elder straightened her back and hummed: "This deity has not been to Tianshan for decades, and has not been to the Central Plains, and now there are some useless things like you left in the martial arts!"

Her tone was arrogant, but no one dared to question it.

Killing two masters in a row, his strength is really terrifying!
Suddenly, a little cold light came first.

A blue-clothed swordsman flashed across the crowd, it was Zhuo Bufan, the sword god.

"Old witch, take your life!"

(End of this chapter)