Martial Arts: Starting List of Sword Gods

Wudang Mountain, Zixiao Palace.

An old man with white beard and hair, a fairy-like spirit, felt quite sad and sighed softly:

"Junior brother, why are you doing this? Is the position of Wudang leader really so attractive?"

"No wonder your martial arts have not improved much over the years."

"It turned out that he was trapped in the karma of inner demons!"

"pity! such a pity!"

Song Yuanqiao, who was standing behind him, said with respectful eyes:"Master, the Ghost Villa is extremely hidden. Although we have captured Mu Taoist, he still refuses to tell the secrets there."

"No problem! Without the old sword, Ghost Villa cannot make any big waves."Zhang Sanfeng smiled softly and said calmly.

In the next round of siege, the souls of the dead in the Ghost Villa will probably be like bereaved dogs, hiding here and there, not daring to show up.

This evil cult in the past can be compared with the Sun and Moon God Sect. force, it can almost be announced that it has been eliminated from the first-class forces.

"This time, thanks to Mr. Lu of Tianji Tower, otherwise, Wudang would have suffered a catastrophe in the future!"

Song Yuanqiao's eyes were stern, with a sense of survival after a disaster.

Mu Taoist's strength is the strongest among the martial arts besides Zhang Sanfeng.

Coupled with his sudden attack, how much turmoil will it cause?

Song Yuanqiao can no longer imagine!

But it can definitely make Wudang masters lose nearly half of their lives and fall into an unprecedented trough.

It would be great to be able to remove this hidden danger now.

"Mr. Lu from Tianji Tower? Rumor has it that he is well versed in divine calculations. After his 100th birthday, I will go there to see what kind of genius he is!"

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his long beard, and there was a look of expectation in his eyes.

Then, he thought about Mu Taoist again, and a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes.

After this battle, Wudang still lacked a top master.

And he can still A sword god-level figure on the list of sword gods.

How could Zhang Sanfeng not be heartbroken by this?

……

Emei.

Dugu Yihe stood on the Golden Summit Square, the swords in his hands were stained red with blood, his face was slightly ferocious, and his whole body was filled with murderous intent.

"This is already the fifth wave of people! It seems that the temptation of Yitian Sword, although it makes many people take risks, is still within the control of this game."

"So far, no great master has dared to trespass into our Emei!"

Frowning and staring at the dozens of corpses in front of him, Dugu Yihe's eyes were stern.

"The leader is very powerful and has created seven, seven and forty-nine styles of double kill with his own sword. If he concentrates on practicing swordsmanship, his achievements in swordsmanship will definitely not be inferior to that of Ye Gucheng. How can I dare to be so presumptuous as those clowns?"

Master Mie Mie put away the sharp Yitian Sword and said with awe in his eyes.

The reason why Emei can have the momentum it has now is all the credit of the leader Dugu Yihe.

If it weren't for this master who is at the peak of the Grand Master Sitting in charge.

Where did Emei’s current status come from?

"Don’t be careless. There is no shortage of ambitious people in this world."

"Although this is a golden summit with thousands of disciples, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the rivers and lakes, and there is no telling when a top master will sneak in."

"During the recent period, the number of patrolling disciples has been tripled, just in case."

Dugu Yihe shook his head, his face extremely cautious.

"The leader is still thoughtful!"

Master Miejie naturally didn't have the slightest doubt and agreed.

"Phew—I hope these corpses on display can deter those with evil intentions."

Dugu Yihe exhaled softly and said with deep eyes.

……

Tianji Tower is like a paradise in a paradise.

A clear stream leads to nowhere, the gurgling water looks like jade.

It seems that there are no four seasons here, and all kinds of flowers are everywhere.

The thick trees grew extremely luxuriantly.

It is like a natural wonderland, beautiful, poetic and picturesque.

And here it is.

Dressed in white clothes like an immortal, Lu Chen was cold and majestic, with a menacing aura, his figure was as straight as a sharp edge, and a pair of eyes bloomed with a compelling sword intent, as deep as a prison.

He looked at the unparalleled elegance and fragrant white fox face in front of him with a slight smile, and said with a gentle expression:

"Take action! Nangong

Pushe's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and he said angrily:"Young Master, I won't be polite!" Lu

Chen smiled softly, and the long sword in his hand suddenly unsheathed.

A bright sword light, like thunder across the sky, flashed across the sky and the earth in an instant.

Nangong Pushe smiled sweetly, and his exquisite face was simply indescribable beauty.

But The coldness faintly revealed on her body was like snow falling thousands of miles away, enough to make any man tremble with fear.

But only in front of Lu Chen, the weak side of a woman was revealed.

She was dressed in white and held a pair of slender hands. Xiuchun and Donglei were hanging around their waists, with graceful figures and snow-like temperament, like fairies walking out of paintings.

Even Lu Chen couldn't help but admire them.

Nangong Pushe looked at his young master's fiery eyes, his cheeks Slightly blushing, as the two swords were unsheathed, terrifying surging true energy rippled through the void.

In an instant, the two began to fight.

Yu Youwei, Jiang Ni, and Ye Ruoyi watched on the side He was looking at Lu Chen with gusto.

A pair of eyes stared straight at Lu Chen, and there was a hint of intoxication in the watery eyes.

Looking at it, he was a little crazy.

The slender figure with a leisurely expression and white clothes was so elegant. Peerless, every move and gesture reveals an otherworldly atmosphere.

When waving the sword energy, he is like a proud and arrogant swordsman.

As cold as frost and snow, he is arrogant to all living beings!

Nangong Pushe also has beautiful eyes and tenderness, and when the swords collide, , with their eyes facing each other.

Dressed in white clothes like snow, they float as if they were immortals.

One person is stunning in the country, and his beauty is unparalleled.

In the paradise of cave heaven, a beautiful confrontation is performed.