Wang Xianzhi was close to a hundred years old. He had been at the peak of martial arts for nearly sixty years. Compared to ordinary people, he had lived for a long time. Almost everyone had forgotten that this burly old man was once a scholar with aspirations in the imperial court. He had imitated those famous scholars and used a feather fan to point out the country. However, due to various reasons, he abandoned his books and entered the Jianghu. Since then, he had never looked back. When the devil Huang Sanjia guided the fate of the nation into the Jianghu, Wang Xianzhi was originally at the top. He was similar to a powerful official in the imperial court who held the emperor and ordered his vassals. No one could compete with him. He could have taken most of it for himself and become like Gao Shulu from four hundred years ago and Liu Songtao from a hundred years ago. However, Wang Xianzhi did not do so. Be it the fearless Song Nianqing or Cao Changqing who had just entered the Celestial Phenomenon realm, none of them died in Martial Emperor City. When he left the Eastern Sea, he could kill or not kill Xuanyuan Qingfeng. However, Wang Xiaoping was different. The latter had the Wudang Mountain behind him. In the future, the people on the mountain would face the Fishing Immortal. In the end, it would create a new situation that had not been seen in a thousand years. In the future, not to mention the grand occasion of seven or eight Earth Immortals appearing at the same time, none of them would be left. Even the Celestial Phenomenon realm would be an extravagant hope. Naturally, the word 'ascension' would be lost. Wang Xianzhi, who had divided the territory with his own strength, naturally hated this situation.
Not only did Wang Xianzhi want to block Wang Xiaoping's next sword, he also wanted to cut off the relationship between the Sword Maniac and the Wudang Mountain!
Wang Xianzhi clenched his fists and threw them forward.
The fan pounced forward with an earth-shattering momentum, stirring up a strong wind.
Wang Xiaoping's eyes were still closed. He put two fingers on his left hand together and pushed forward on the peach wood scabbard. The scabbard gently slid out.
There was no unparalleled aura qi, nor was there any strange phenomenon. Even if the rubble with purple lightning rolled towards him, followed by a huge wave, the speed of the sword being unsheathed was still neither fast nor slow.
What happened next shocked the world. The Wudang Taoist was struck by the earth-shattering thunder and lightning that blotted out the sky, and then a huge wave crashed onto his head. After this round of attack, countless broken stones did not fall to the ground as expected. Instead, they floated on the shore and rotated slowly. When the sky was covered by dark clouds, a long and translucent white line appeared. It was faintly discernible, as if it was hanging down from the Ninth Heaven. It was slightly slanted and pointed at Wang Xiaoping, whose peach wood sword had not been completely unsheathed. The end of the white line hung three feet above the Daoist's head.
As the saying goes, 'God is watching you from three feet above your head', it means that God always remembers the good and evil of people.
Wang Xianzhi sneered. She stretched out her finger and snapped the "fishing line".
The middle-aged Daoist muttered to himself, "In the end, Li Chungang can lose to Wang Xianzhi, and you can also lose to a rising star. But Jianghu can't be lifeless. Why is it that Confucianism can't change the law because of literature, but Chivalry can't break the law because of martial arts?"
The Daoist sighed. "Hsu Fengnian of Beiliang wants to guard the northwest door and give the people of the Central Plains a stable place. His original intention is not bad, but he is too deeply involved with Wudang. Once he gains power, he will definitely join hands with Li Yufu. Therefore, there are two choices. If you don't kill Hsu Fengnian, the world will be less turbulent for decades. If you kill Hsu Fengnian, Jianghu will still be Jianghu. No matter how strong the imperial court is, they can generally stay out of each other's business. Now, someone may want to fill up the well of Jianghu. As a 'frog in the well', it is reasonable that you, Wang Xianzhi, don't agree. "
When he saw that the tight white line above Wang Xiaoping's head seemed to be cut suddenly, the remaining white line fiercely bounced in the air in an arc and finally slowly dissipated in the clouds.
Wang Xiaoping still did not draw his sword.
His fingers were close to the tip of the sword, which meant that the scabbard was about to completely leave the sword.
The Daoist didn't know whether it was because he was a fellow cultivator or because he felt sympathy for him. He couldn't bear to watch and turned to look at the river. In reality, if Wang Xiaoping had attacked earlier, just to break Wang Xianzhi's cage, then he would have been more alive than dead. With Wang Xianzhi's temperament of rarely getting angry, she might not necessarily want to kill him. But since this Sword Maniac was stubborn, Wang Xianzhi should really want to kill him.
The Daoist was a solitary hermit. He understood Wang Xiaoping's persistence, but it was difficult to agree.
Even if it was a sword of an Earth Immortal, so what?
To say the least, even if he could really hurt Wang Xianzhi, it would only show the young vassal king a flaw that could only be regarded as insignificant. It would not stop Wang Xianzhi from killing people.
Was it worth it to use one's life in exchange for a little more chance of victory?
The Daoist suddenly opened his eyes wide. Even though he was an old monster who had been called a thousand-year-old tortoise by Hsu Fengnian, he was still shocked.
Wang Xiaoping opened his eyes. When the scabbard was about to fall, he didn't draw his sword. Instead, he pushed the sword back into the scabbard and said softly, "Go."
The peach wood sword still in the scabbard flashed.
Many passengers on the ferries going to and from the gorge screamed at the same time. It turned out that the boats under their feet were beginning to lose control. No matter how hard they tried, they began to retreat quickly. The boats with their bows facing downstream seemed to have the help of God, rushing downwards like arrows.
All of this was because the Guangling River, with Wang Xiaoping and the end of the gorge as the boundary line, was suddenly pulled away.
The river water that left the waterway was as thick as a mountain peak. It rose into the air like an unprecedented blue sword!
It curved around Wang Xiaoping, and then straightened in the air in a flash. The tip of the sword pointed directly at Wang Xianzhi who was floating in the air without the river water under his feet.
Wang Xiaoping shouted softly and took a step forward.
He finally drew his sword.
A section of the river water as a sword!
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