The situation changed so quickly that even the Daoist cultivating on Mount Longhu was dazzled. When he focused his gaze again, he saw that the five hundred feet long green half-sword had already been shattered. The Taoist originally thought that Wang Xiaoping's Tian Xiang Half Sword was already the peak, but he soon realized that he had underestimated this Wudang sword maniac who had left the mountain for many years. Wudang's prosperity lay in the fact that one mountain shouldered two Daos, the Dao of Heaven and the Dao of Martial Arts. The previous generation's leader Hong Xixiang had almost achieved both. It was just that he had left the mountain in too much of a hurry, and he had left the world in even more of a hurry. Therefore, Wang Xiaoping at the very least had to shoulder a sword. The Taoist had been living in Mount Longhu, the ancestral court of Taoism, for so many years. He always felt that Mount Wudang was too human, and the Immortal Qi that cultivators worked hard to find was inevitably inferior to the Taoist Master Mansion that was surrounded by Immortal Qi all year round. However, the last half of Wang Xiaoping's sword had slightly changed the old Taoist's opinion.
Wudang has eighty-one peaks.
Around Wang Xianzhi, there were eighty-one swords of different lengths and thicknesses. The tips of the swords all pointed towards the sky at the same time. The tips of the swords were either perfectly straight or slightly tilted. The Lingxi Sword Momentum and the Lofty Mountain Momentum completely matched each other, so much so that the Daoist who was watching from afar could easily identify the names of the mountains that each of the eighty-one swords symbolized.
Wang Xianzhi chuckled softly. Whether it was Qi Xuanzhen, who sat high on the Demon Execution Platform, or Hong Xixiang, who rode a crane down to Jiangnan, none of them had "lowered themselves to the same level" as Wang Xianzhi. But he couldn't help but feel regret. He once had a move that he had studied for many years. At first, he wanted to target Qi Xuanzhen, but later, Qi Xuanzhen was said to have ascended to immortality. Then, with great difficulty, there was a descendant of Wudang who could suppress Mount Longhu with a sword. Wang Xianzhi picked up that move again and continued to silently investigate and fix the flaws. But once again, he was disappointed. In the end, he never had the opportunity to make a move. Since Wang Xiaoping did not disappoint her, Wang Xianzhi no longer deliberately restrained herself. She bent her knees slightly and assumed the role of an overlord, lifting mountains and rivers. When the eighty-one swords flew over the top, a gorge wall that was far more magnificent than the boulder was also forcibly uprooted.
The raging waves shook the earth and the mountains.
Everyone in the world mistakenly thought that the ability to move mountains and drain seas was just an absurd legend in those supernatural novels.
At this time, the ferry passengers on the river saw it with their own eyes, they were scared to death. Many of them knelt on the bow of the boat, not daring to look at the flying mountain that covered the sky.
One mountain suppressing eighty-one peaks.
What was even more unbelievable was that Wang Xianzhi herself was also within the range of the flying mountain.
It was obvious that Wang Xianzhi wanted to use this to suppress Wang Xiaoping. This Old Man had moved a mountain here. If Wang Xiaoping couldn't even break through the mountain, how could she compete with Wang Xianzhi?
A cliff came crashing down.
Dust filled the air on this side of the Guangling River. That deafening sound was ear-piercing.
Wang Xiaoping dug out a section of the Great River's water and made a one-of-a-kind big sword in the world. But that wooden sword, whose whereabouts were unknown, was the real root. The peach wood sword was originally the Taoist's house guarding spirit weapon, yet Wang Xianzhi unexpectedly used the mountain as a sword. It was undoubtedly a great provocation to Wudang Mountain, where Lu Zu had attained the Dao.
Wang Xiaoping's sword was a new sword, and Wang Xianzhi's mountain was also a new mountain.
On the peak of the new mountain, there was a very old white-haired old man in Jianghu. His hemp clothes were not stained with dust, and he stood with his hands behind his back.
That half a move of the new sword did not disappear just like that. Instead, it broke through the mountain. Only one sword remained from the eighty-one swords.
The water sword was no more than three feet long, but the sword Qi was ten feet long.
From the hundred feet long Qingshui sword, the remaining ten feet of sword Qi was ten feet long.
Wang Xiaoping seemed to be defeated repeatedly, but in the eyes of the old Daoist who had profound cultivation, it was not easy for Wang Xianzhi, who was standing on the peak of the mountain, to win. The coarse hemp sleeves were already in tatters. Previously, when he bent his knees to move the mountain, it should be because he could not care too much about the minor details. His vigorous Qi leaked out, and the coarse hemp around his knees also became slightly loose.
The Daoist looked at the narrow but long flying sword outside the mountain, and there was some fear in his eyes.
An eye for an eye.
As expected of the most stubborn sword maniac on Wudang Mountain. You, Wang Xianzhi, used the flying mountain as a sword, I, Wang Xiaoping, used my flying sword to take your head.
The last ten miles were the most difficult, especially when climbing a mountain.
To completely break Wang Xiaoping's complete sword was like climbing a mountain, and the further one went, the harder it was.
It was the same for the sword.
The person who made the move?
Was he thinking of returning to the mountain for the last time to see his old friend?
The Daoist sighed. Was this the sword heart that Wang Xiaoping had comprehended in the end, the sword heart that he had been pursuing all his life?
Dragon Tiger Mountain had ascended Zhenren in the past, and in the past three hundred years, its reputation had far surpassed Wudang, but it seemed that there had never been such a sword.
The old Daoist's eyelids trembled involuntarily.
The sword was out!
Wang Xianzhi roared angrily and faced it head-on. On the peak of the mountain that was on the verge of collapse, a huge pit was formed with each step. Every step he took caused the mountain to fall several feet, breaking the sword Qi, and pushed his palm on the tip of the sword.
A person could die, but the sword could be destroyed.
A man of seven feet had a three-foot sword. A person and a sword were still one.
He could not retreat!
The sword Qi, sword intent, and sword edge were all destroyed inch by inch.
Wang Xianzhi's steps also became extremely slow. His tall body and palm could only move forward inch by inch.
A hole was made in his palm.
When the number one person in the world finally broke the three-foot sword in an unparalleled manner, not only was his palm badly mutilated, but there was also a trace of sword Qi that pierced his chest and caused a scarlet blood flower.
The sword Qi dissipated behind Wang Xianzhi.
The sword had already pierced through Wang Xianzhi.
The old Daoist who had the same surname as the son of the Zhao family sighed heavily. Wang Xiaoping had a sword when he was alive, and it could be said that he did not let down his sword in this life.
The Daoist's eyes suddenly widened, and he was greatly shocked as he looked at the shore.
Wang Xiaoping had died long ago?
Almost no one noticed that when the sword was in Mount Feisheng, there was already a flash of light in the sky.
It seemed to be returning to the mountain on behalf of someone.
At that time, the middle-aged Daoist with the highest seniority in Wudang was sitting cross-legged, looking at the river. His face was haggard, but his expression was peaceful. His warm smile had never been shown in those years on the mountain. "Little Junior Brother, I can't wait for you to come home."
Wang Xiaoping closed his eyes, not looking at his last sword at all.
Therefore, that sword was the sword of Wang Xiaoping, who had regrets but no regrets, after his death.
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