Chapter 24 Chapter Three

The Seventh Prince is ordering the general platform. The king of Wuyue liked to practice soldiers and paid attention to taking the lead. He usually didn't live in the palace, but stayed in the barracks with the generals.On this day, the 200,000 troops of Sanjiang will practice at Dianjiangtai, and the commander-in-chief will be King Wuyue. There are many children from rich and powerful families who practice martial arts, but it can be said that there is no one like King Wuyue who has reached the peak of his internal strength and can even catch Guo Ao's full kick. Guo Ao didn't believe that the so-called legendary kung fu of picking leaves and flying flowers could kill him, but Bai Yong refused to be careless and urged Guo Ao to go to Dianjiangtai together and inform King Wuyue to take precautions.

His reason is very simple, Tie Wanchang has traveled the rivers and lakes for more than 50 years, regardless of his cultivation and experience, but he was also killed by this leaf, and there is no room for him to dodge or be vigilant.Even if King Wuyue's martial arts are higher than Tie Wanchang, how can he guarantee that he will be safe?The same leaf flew over, even if the king of Wuyue was alert, could he avoid it?What's more, what if the assassin doesn't use leaves, but uses flying knives, swords, and close combat? Boyong and Guo Ao received courtesy from the King of Wuyue, seeing the King of Wuyue's troubles, they could not sit idly by anyway.

The king of Wuyue built the tower of Kowloon, it was just ambition, this man is generous and hospitable, graceful and magnanimous, if not for being in a wealthy family, the two of them really wanted to make this friend. Therefore, King Wuyue cannot die. Jingzhou is near the river, and the autumn wind is strong. Bai Yong had already changed into a silver carved armor, and he rode the horse with Guo Ao.After a while, he left Jingzhou City, and when he arrived, he will step down from the stage. According to the ancient legend, Jiangtai was the place where Guan Yu trained his troops in the Three Kingdoms. After King Wuyue granted the feudal vassal here, he followed the wind of the sages and set up the General Administration of the Sanjiang Barracks here.It has been operating for many years and has a considerable scale.Bai Yong looked around at the high towers and camps, giving pointers and admiring, but he seemed to forget about the future.

Guo Ao didn't want to delay, so he rushed forward and explained his intention to the soldiers guarding the camp. The soldier guarding the camp had a big beard, and people called him Wang Huzi. After listening to Guo Ao's words, he shook his head as if he was listening to a play, and laughed loudly: "You said someone is going to assassinate the Seventh Prince?" Guo Ao nodded. Wang Huzi smiled and said: "You know that the prince's martial arts is so high that he really has no opponent in the world. The day before yesterday, during the military exercise, a thousand bows were shot at us, and our prince didn't even have to hide. Those arrows fell all over the ground. One can shoot him within three feet! With such skill, why are you afraid of being assassinated?"

Guo Ao said coldly: "People in the Jianghu are not comparable to strong bows and arrows." Wang Huzi sneered and said, "By saying this, you look down on us soldiers? You know, we are not guarding all these thousands of miles of land? Apart from fighting and making troubles, you people in the Jianghu are really big. Didn't see you come forward?" Guo Ao frowned, but there was a burst of applause behind him, and Bai Yong came up with a big smile, cupped his hands and said, "This military master said it really heartily, what do people in the Jianghu know? They only know how to fight and kill, how can they compare?" To be a soldier is the mainstay of the Great Wall of Sheji? People in the Jianghu can at most be headhunters and escorts, but soldiers can be appointed as princes and ministers, shining through the ages, isn't it obvious the advantages and disadvantages of this?"

When Wang Huzi heard his praise, he laughed so much that his beard lifted up. He pointed at Boyong with a waist knife and said, "You are a sensible person, and you know the benefits of being a soldier. When will we two brothers have a good chat." Bai Yong said with a smile: "I'm afraid that the Seventh Prince will be assassinated in a while, and we will never have a chance to talk again!" Wang Huzi said: "You don't have to worry about this, the prince is receiving guests, there will be no danger." Bai Yong and Guo Ao glanced at each other, their hearts moved.

Bai Yong shook his head and said, "Who will the prince get? I guess you don't know about such a big secret." Wang Huzi blushed and said, "I don't know? How could I not know? Isn't he just a red-haired monk!" Boyong frowned: "Fan monk? How could it be a fan monk?" He turned to Wang Huzi and said, "Where is the prince meeting you?" Wang Huzi pointed at it, and said, "See the big tiger-skin tent under the two flagpoles over there? It's in there." The big tent was really huge, with a tiger embroidered on the top and inlaid with brass, it looked like a real tiger, majestic and eye-catching.Not far from the two sides of the big tent, there are two flagpoles, more than four feet high, and soldiers can be seen faintly patrolling in the ditches on the top. On each flagpole, there is a big banner, with a big "Ming Dynasty" embroidered on one side. ", but the word "Wu" is embroidered on the other side.

Bai Yong murmured: "This flag is really majestic. When I look at it suddenly, I feel like I have seen the Taizu." He looked at the two flagpoles with ecstasy, and suddenly said: "If the flagpole suddenly breaks, smash it On the tent, do you think the Seventh Prince will come out?" Wang Huzi laughed and said, "Why did the flagpole break..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt Guo Ao's figure move.A burst of cold air hits the face.His senses were instantly invaded by this cold air, and he froze solidly, and the sunlight in the sky suddenly dimmed!

All the light seems to be gathered together, gathered on a sword.This sword has no form or quality, no form or form, but it is everywhere, and it stabs into Wang Huzi's face with a single strike!Wang Huzi opened his mouth and yelled, but found that no sound could come out of his mouth! The sound of piercing the sky went straight to the brain, and the sword seemed to have pierced into his heart in an instant, and then passed through his body at an incredible speed.Before he could react, he had disappeared without a trace.Horrified, Wang Huzi instinctively operated his inner breath, but found that he was not injured. Just as he was about to rejoice, he heard a crackling sound suddenly coming from behind him!

The flagpole on the left side of the big golden-roofed tiger-skin tent suddenly cut in two from the bottom, and smashed down towards the big tent! Wang Huzi opened his mouth wide, watching all this in disbelief.The flagpole fell more and more quickly, and before he could catch his breath, the flagpole had already hit the top of the big tent with a huge shock! Seeing the figure of King Wuyue soaring into the sky, his palm was drawn in the air, and before the flagpole landed, he was hit by his palm and flew horizontally.At the same time, a bright sword light burst out from the big tent, jumping like a flying shadow, cut a large piece of cowhide covered in the tent, turned a light curtain, and forced the rising dust away.

King Wuyue waved his sleeves, and his figure fell to the ground like an eagle flying in the sky.His face was full of heroism, not angry but mighty, he shouted: "Who?" When the overlord got angry, he was really fierce, all the generals and soldiers in the battalion were so shocked that their faces changed color, and they knelt down together. The smile on Boyong's face did not diminish at all, and he said with a smile: "Thank God, you are still alive, and our hard work has not been wasted." King Wuyue's face darkened, as if the sky was falling, he said angrily: "This king is ordered by heaven, how could he die!" At this moment, the flagpole on the right made a soft "click" sound, as if it had been cut by a sword, and broke in the air, like a giant spear more than two feet long, stabbing down at King Wuyue! This blow came extremely swiftly, and the sword energy shone on the spot like a scorching sun in the sky!King Wuyue was in a state of confusion, the flagpole was already three feet above his head.King Wuyue shouted suddenly, his true energy spurted out with the sound, and rushed towards the flagpole.All the energy in his whole body was suddenly mobilized with this loud shout, gathered in his right fist, and suddenly blasted out! As soon as this punch is released, it immediately catches up with the infuriating qi exhaled earlier. The internal and external innocence qi are integrated into one, stimulating each other layer by layer, and immediately radiate into a fist that opened up the world, as if holding up the entire blue sky, following the The flagpole that was going to be inserted into the endless hell crit together! King Wuyue's internal strength cultivated by the secret method is incomparably strong. At this time, he suddenly strikes, and it still has great power, but the force of the blow from the flagpole is too sharp. The strange coldness of the stock flowed down through the body, like a cold pool of ice springs, endless. King Wuyue's majestic inner strength was pierced by this extremely sharp coldness, and it was like a snake piercing seven inches, unable to advance any further.He shouted again, stretched out his left hand, and clenched his right fist together.Immediately, the force of the uppercut was doubled, and the flagpole made a creaking sound, and was held firmly in the air.Wuyue Wang's dantian raised his true energy again, and the energy in his body crackled violently. He suddenly withdrew his punch, and instantly punched out again. With one punch, the flagpole flew outwards! His internal strength was extremely domineering, and he was able to fight back at such a critical time.Unexpectedly, his mighty enemy was even stronger. In the dazzling sunlight, a ray of light suddenly flashed, and the half of the flagpole that was struck down by the volley was split in two by the sword light.Its momentum is more urgent, its coldness is sharper, and its power is stronger! King Wuyue let out a roar, the palm just now had almost consumed all his energy, the flagpole flew down, he wanted to punch, but he couldn't raise his true energy anymore! In a hurry, I heard Boyong shout: "Go to the shock position, turn to dry and Yuedui!" King Wuyue didn't have time to think about it, he jumped up according to his words, when he heard the strong wind around him, the flagpole suddenly fell down, rubbing against his body and going straight into the ground.The power accumulated by both sides surged out together, and the ground was hit by the force of this blow to create a big crater with a radius of two feet. The sand and sand flew like a heavy rain. The figure of King Wuyue retreated, and in the mud and sand, suddenly a little sword light flashed out, like a flying star, like a thunder, like a sea, like a crack in the sky, like a mist, dancing like snow, pieces flying and jumping , came after him. This sword came so fast! King Wuyue didn't even have time to blink his eyes, Sen Han's sword energy was already approaching his eyebrows!He never thought that a human sword could be so fast! He wanted to scream, but it was too late!This sword was vicious and vicious, even if King Wuyue was full of true energy, he still couldn't stop it.King Wuyue's pupils suddenly shrank! A sudden gust of wind rushed over from behind King Wuyue, and greeted the sword light.That strong wind was not a sword, not a palm, nor any weapon, but the half of the flagpole that King Wuyue hit with his palm.The flagpole didn't have any moves, it just stabbed straight at the sword light! But it is too big, too thick, so thick that all the changes are useless, no matter how the sword light changes, it will definitely be pierced on this flagpole! What's more, this sword light is old and will not change in any way.Sawdust was scattered like flying snow, and the sword and flagpole had already been pierced together.The sword light was like a poisonous dragon, and the huge flagpole was quickly cut into billions of pieces! What kind of swordsmanship is this, what kind of martial arts is this?There was a trace of fury in King Wuyue's eyes. He was angry that he couldn't block such a sword! After Jian Guang broke the flagpole, the killing intent was vented, and the castration was slowed down, which was no longer enough to kill.The flagpole was only about a foot long. Guo Ao threw the flagpole away with a wave of his hand, and looked behind the sword light through the sawdust and dust. Earth and rocks fell one after another, and everyone suddenly fell into extreme silence.There was a sound of metal rubbing slowly, but it was the man who slowly retracted the sword into its sheath. Guo Ao remained motionless. The soil and rocks fell less and less, and gradually the field was filled with bright sunlight again. I saw that the man was dressed in white, as clean as if he was not stained with the scum of the world.A white crane was embroidered with white thread on the white clothes, spreading its wings and flying furiously, straight up to the sky.The ring of the man's hair was spread out, and the hair that was almost knee-length fell down, covering the whole face, and only two lines of sword-like divine light emerged from the hair gap like a waterfall. This divine light actually flashed a bewitching purple. His sword was held casually in his hand, and it looked very inconspicuous, only a small white crane was carved on the rim of the sword. No one could have imagined that it was this sword that broke the flagpole twice and almost killed King Wuyue, whose martial arts were not inferior to the first-class masters in the Jianghu. This sword was also rated as the eleventh sword in the world by Zhong Shizi, a famous swordsmith. The sword is not good, but it is famous. The fame is gained by the sword master. Qinghe Sword. Guo Ao's eyes narrowed, staring at the sword.The divine light behind the long hair was also staring at his hands.Guo Ao said in a deep voice, "Ling Baohe?" Ling Baohe said indifferently: "Guo Ao, the sword god, really deserves his reputation." He paused slightly, and said, "But next time we meet, I wonder if you still have such luck?" He got up, like a big crane soaring into the sky, his body counted the points on the surrounding tents, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye. Guo Ao stared at the direction he was going away with extremely complicated expressions in his eyes. Wuyang, Qinghe, who is faster?Who is more profitable? The famous sword handed down in the sky, or the famous sword named after people, which one can be called the real famous sword? If this move is aimed at him, how should he block it? These questions, presumably many people want to know.But no matter what the answer is, sooner or later it will be obtained with a dead body, either Guo Ao's or Ling Baohe's. Boyong walked up with a smile, looked at the big deep hole on the ground, then at the broken flagpole, and sighed greatly.Two flagpoles, one was cut into two by Guo Ao, and the other was cut into three by Ling Baohe, scattered all over the place.There is also half of the flagpole standing there, which looks weird and funny.The majestic and luxurious tiger-skin tent with a golden roof was smashed and cut, and it became a mess, just like King Wuyue's complexion, as ugly as it could be. Boyong patted King Wuyue on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "You don't have to be angry, the most important thing is to know that you can survive. If Mr. Tie were you, he would definitely think so." The expression on King Wuyue's face changed, and he said, "Master Tie? Tie Wanchang? What's wrong with him?" Boyong smiled: "He's fine, he just died, and died with his son!" King Wuyue's face darkened, only to hear someone in the golden tent say loudly: "My lord, the assassin has retreated, please talk to the little monk." The big tent was split open, and there were many people in the tent, but no one moved or spoke. The big tent was attacked, the assassins came, and the king of Wuyue was in a decisive battle. They were all indifferent, and they didn't even change their posture.Is this because of their respect for the King of Wu and Yue, or is their attitude higher? Everyone wandered around and saw a foreign monk standing in the center of the big tent with folded hands.He was dressed in a strange way, with no shirt or gown, a piece of linen was draped across his shoulders, his shoulders and arms were half exposed, and on his right arm was a four-finger-wide copper ring inlaid with red and emeralds.She is extremely tall, with thick eyebrows reaching into her temples, her eyes are extremely deep and black, and she is full of heroism between her gazes; her earlobes are extremely long, with two large golden rings hanging on them; her long hair is extremely thick, and it is an extremely eye-catching fiery red. It's not as straight as the people in the Central Plains, but rolled into a circle, and it falls down like waves, covering the entire back.Looking from a distance is like a high flame, which is quite strange. Behind the fan monk were a dozen Japanese pirates with buns on their heads, but their attire was the same as the ones they saw on Wudang Mountain. Boyong's face darkened, and he whispered: "Why are there Japanese pirates again, could it be that King Wuyue really harbored evil intentions?" The monk's voice was like a bell, and he said loudly: "Little monk Tianzhu Chaluoyana, pay homage to the prince." His voice was extremely loud, although he was just talking normally, but to others, it was undoubtedly a loud roar. King Wuyue said indifferently: "Monk from Tianzhu? Why do you see me?" Zarayana folded his palms together and said: "The little monk came to the east to find the secret book of Tianzhu "Brahma Treasure Volume". Hearing that Hinoshima Oda Nobunaga's martial arts is very strong, the little monk went to pay a visit and fought with him for three days and three nights. Finally Using the one-style 'Polo Shou' won half the move. The little monk respects Oda's benefactor's knowledge and knowledge, so he promised him one thing, which is to bring this thing to the prince." He took something out of his sleeve and gently placed it on the table.King Wuyue's eyes lit up, and he said, "Eight-foot Gouyu?" Zarayana nodded, and said: "What the benefactors of Zhitian want, I ask the prince to give these benefactors to bring them back." He pointed at the Japanese people behind him with a sleeve of his robe. King Wuyue sighed: "I prepared this thing a month ago in the back mountain of Wudang. It's just a coincidence, but someone destroyed it halfway. It seems that he has no luck to take it back." His figure suddenly grew, and his eyes shot out, staring at Boyong and Guo Ao. Boyong's heart moved, he thought of the throwing ball at the top of Wudang Peak, and also thought of the crazy pursuit of the 100,000 army. Could it be that when the ball was recorded in the account, it happened to take that thing away? This... is this too coincidental? Just at this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew by. The gust of wind was very light, but it seemed to blow into everyone's heart, making their minds shake.The pupils of Guo Ao and King Wuyue shrank at the same time! In the golden tent, a man in black robe suddenly appeared inexplicably. The man walked slowly through the dust in the tent, the black cloak rustled on the ground, the glaring sunlight of the entire martial field seemed to be dimmed. This man was less than forty years old, with long brown hair tied slightly behind his head, long eyebrows and clear eyes, and a rather handsome appearance.However, there were a few deep wrinkles between his brows, revealing a hint of misery.The man's expression was indifferent, but he had a majesty that couldn't be concealed, but his eyes were like cutting ice and jade, extremely cold. The man took a step forward, and King Wuyue suddenly felt an invisible pressure coming over him. This pressure was endless, although it was not huge, it was deep and powerful, without any flaws!Wuyue Wang Kong has a whole body of internal strength, but he can't even give half of it out! The man's gaze was also fixed on the eight-foot hook jade on the case.His sword-shaped eyebrows that slanted into his temples gradually stood up, and his voice was a little low: "Eight feet of jade is exchanged for the great country of China, King Wuyue, you are very generous." King Wuyue was startled, and said, "You... who are you?" The man said indifferently: "It's not important. I came here to take away two things. One is this Gouyu, and the other is your eyes. If you don't learn how to use eyes, you might as well give them up." King Wuyue was stunned, and he laughed loudly: "If you want it, just come and get it!" With a lift of his spirit, his sleeves like flowing clouds flew up. The man smiled lightly, and suddenly a strong wind flew up from his sleeve, taking King Wuyue away! King Wuyue flipped his sleeves in the air, like a dark cloud, and his palm, like the sun in the dark cloud, pressed down on that person! The man's sword light suddenly dispersed, and Guo Ao couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise! The shadow of King Wuyue's palm covered the entire golden tent, and the man stepped slightly sideways, and for some reason, he had escaped from the cover of King Wuyue's palm. The man didn't look at King Wuyue, but turned his head to stare at Guo Ao, his face showed a trace of surprise, gradually, this surprise turned into a faint smile, and said: "You are Guo Ao?" Guo Ao was startled, and said: "That's right, this is Guo Ao. Your Excellency's swordsmanship..." The man smiled faintly, "What's wrong with my swordsmanship?" Guo Ao hesitated and said, "Your Excellency's swordsmanship...seems somewhat similar to mine." The man raised his eyebrows and said lightly, "Draw the sword!" Guo Ao didn't seem to move at all, the sword was already in his hand.The corner of the man's mouth twitched, his gaze gathered, he stared closely at Wuyang Sword for a long time, and sighed: "Good sword!" He was admiring, but from Guo Ao's point of view, it seemed that he was only praising Jian, not him. There was a cloud of mist in the man's eyes, and he still said lightly: "The sword is good, but I don't know how people are? Can Wuyang Sword, the world's invincible sword, be able to display the world's invincible swordsmanship?" Guo Ao felt a surge of anger in his chest, and he felt a smoldering anger that was about to burst out of his body.He suddenly backhanded, thrust the Wuyang Sword in front of his body, and pointed at the man with his bare hands. The man was slightly stunned, and then said seriously: "Are you going to deal with me with your bare hands?" Guo Ao tightly shut his mouth and did not speak.He also realized that Yu Changkong not only taught him extraordinary swordsmanship, but also gave him invisible shackles.If he doesn't break through this shackle for a day, he can't become a real master. This man is indeed a formidable enemy, but just because of this, it just aroused the fighting spirit in his nature, and he couldn't help but want to fight him empty-handed! The man stopped talking, and gently drew out a sword.The sword was extremely slender, trembling slightly in the air, like a ray of light floating in the dark night. The man caressed the blade of the sword affectionately, and said slowly: "This sword is called 'Sizhu', and it was used by my young man. I haven't used the sword for a long time now, so I will use it to you today." The light of his sword suddenly folded, Row to Guo Ao! This sword came very quickly and without any warning. When the sword was struck, it was like a very small arc of light flashed in the air, and it was even like an eye blinking, without any sword intent at all.This sword actually concealed all the murderous aura, and did not let out a trace. When the enemy was alert, he had already been hit and fell.This sword is a real killing move! The halo of the sword's momentum changed, and suddenly, it was drawn to Guo Ao's chest.Guo Ao didn't expect the sword to come so fast!With a loud shout, he suddenly jumped up into the air and rushed towards the man. With this leap, he could barely avoid the sword. Guo Ao flew into the air and struck out with his right hand.The light suddenly appeared, and he used the power of the sword with his palm, and his true energy surged towards that person.The man smiled slightly, and with a soft "chi", the silk and bamboo sword pierced through the shadows of many palms, pointing directly at Guo Ao's palm! Whether it's a palm, or using a palm to control a sword, a palm is a palm, as long as someone pierces the palm, the palm and sword will definitely be broken!Guo Ao knew this very well.So he retracted his palm suddenly, and punched out several times. The shadow of the fist was erratic, with unparalleled vigor, and it shook towards the silk and bamboo sword.The man said with a smile: "Sure enough, a hero is a boy! As long as you can catch this move, so what if I let you go!" Following his sound, there was a vague zither sound in the air, and Guo Ao's heart fluttered slightly, but he suddenly realized that the zither sound came from the silk and bamboo sword in the man's hand.At this moment, the thin blade of the Sizhu Sword suddenly trembled incoherently and swiftly, and the light of the sword twitched in an instant, so fast that it was unimaginable.Immediately, a shining light curtain was intertwined in front of Guo Ao, and it fell down like the sky collapsed. Guo Ao wanted to raise his palm to parry, but he couldn't tell where the silk and bamboo sword was.The silk and bamboo sword is too thin, and in the rapid twitching, it is impossible to distinguish the real body of the sword.And as long as one can't stand it, it will kill Guo Ao instantly like a poisonous snake! Guo Ao couldn't help taking a step back.There was a sudden tremolo in the silk and bamboo sword, and the flickering became more rapid.It seems that the more the enemy retreats, the more aggressive this move becomes.Guo Ao groaned inwardly, seeing that the light curtain was getting bigger and bigger, almost covering his whole body.And after a little cage, he has no chance to escape—even if he is a sword god! But at this moment, he suddenly discovered a flaw in this man's swordsmanship! No matter what kind of sword move is performed with the sword, no matter how wonderful the sword move is or how fast the sword is, it is just a sword in a single moment, it is impossible to block all the flaws, It is also impossible to attack the opponent's whole body.There is no flaw in a single sword move, not because there is no flaw, but because the sword move is performed too fast, the original flaw is no longer a flaw.The light curtain formed by the silk and bamboo sword is indeed extremely thick, but this thickness is itself a flaw.Because if you take too much care of the light curtain above, there will be emptiness below.The flaw of this sure-kill move is the gap between the light curtain formed by the silk and bamboo sword and the ground. But what kind of sword move can attack from the bottom up? Suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, and he remembered that there seemed to be such a style in the sword moves he practiced in the sky when he was young.Professor Yu Changkong focuses on sword intent, and sword moves are only for lectures on sword intent.But Guo Ao's memory is very strong, so he didn't have time to think about it at this time, he stretched out his hand, and hit the past directly according to the formula.This time the light curtain was suddenly triggered and rolled towards his hand.Guo Ao's body suddenly fell short, and rolled over on the ground. As soon as he rolled, he rolled in front of that person, the palm of his hand shone with light, pointing directly at the Tanzhong acupoint on that person's chest! The silk and bamboo sword was only one point away from Guo Ao's back, but Guo Ao's palm was already attached to the man's chest.Both of them were motionless, like two sculptures.After a long time, the man smiled and said: "Okay! As expected of the sword god, this move 'Qianqiu Meiyuan' was really performed superbly, and it happened to break my 'Ludai Yanluo'." As he said, his soft voice trembled , Take back the silk and bamboo sword. Guo Ao took a step back, and changed his expression: "Qianqiu Meiyuan, Ludai Yanluo...the spring water sword technique of Huayin Pavilion? Are you from Huayin Pavilion?" The man smiled faintly, as if acquiescing. The expressions of Guo Ao, King Wuyue and others all changed. Established for a hundred years, the famous Huayin Pavilion failed to stay out of this martial arts catastrophe in the end, and still made a move! Judging from the martial arts of this person in front of him, he should also have a very high status in Huayin Pavilion.In recent years, Huayinge has been keeping a low profile, and seldom asked about martial arts.With the Nine Gates Sect and the Tianluo Demon Sect, the river water does not violate the well water.What is the purpose of the first-rate figure in the pavilion appearing in the arena now?Is it related to those cases of picking leaves and flying flowers?People have to feel suspicious.It seems that more and more forces are involved in this catastrophe, and I am afraid that no one will be able to stay out of it in the end! Guo Ao was silent for a moment, then said, "What do you mean by intentionally seeking defeat?" The man smiled lightly and said, "I've tried out what I'm looking for from your sword. This trip is worthwhile." What did Guo Ao reveal in this sword?Is this more important than Bachi Gouyu and the eyes of King Wuyue? Guo Ao hesitated for a while, and said: "However, this move of mine is not called 'Qianqiu Meiyuan', but 'Ming Tuo Junzu', it is one of the sword heart formulas passed down by Mr. Yu Changkong on his deathbed, not the Chunshui sword technique. " There was a sneering smile on the corner of the man's mouth: "Don't you even know that Mr. Yu is the last pavilion master of the humble pavilion?" Guo Ao couldn't help being startled. During the several years in charge of Huayin Pavilion in Changkong, most of the time he ignored the affairs of the pavilion and acted independently.Therefore, when the world mentions Yu Changkong, most of them are the number one expert in the world, but even the four respected words "Lord of Huayin Pavilion" are also mentioned at the second place. This is an honor that has never been seen in a hundred generations. . But Huayin Pavilion has been around for a hundred years and is famous all over the world. How can Guo Ao, a person who has been around for a long time, not know such a big matter as the previous owner of the pavilion? Guo Ao couldn't help being a little embarrassed: "Of course I know this. However, it is said that the sword heart art of the hero has opened up the world and established itself. The man smiled lightly and said, "Since the creation of Chunshui swordsmanship at the end of Tang Dynasty, although there are only twelve styles, they have been handed down for hundreds of years. The biggest mystery is that these twelve styles of swordsmanship will appear completely different in the hands of different people. The posture of the sword. The sword heart formula is also Mr. Yu's comprehension of Chunshui swordsmanship." Guo Ao hesitated in his heart, and didn't know whether he should answer or not. The man smiled and said: "You will know the beauty of Chunshui swordsmanship in the future, the key is that you have already defeated me. If you want anything, you only need to order from someone, there is nothing that Huayin Pavilion can't get. " King Wuyue's frown suddenly loosened: "Are you Bu Jianchen, the acting master of Huayin Pavilion?" The man said lightly: "Exactly." He announced his identity, and everyone present was shocked again.Ten years ago, the master of the Huayin Pavilion died suddenly and suddenly in the sky, and there were many internal strife in the pavilion. Ji Yunshang, the master of the first quarter moon, left the southern border.The Lord of Dongtian Qingyang Palace took orders in the face of danger, wiped out many opposing forces, stabilized the situation in the pavilion, and vowed to find out the real culprit and avenge the Pavilion Lord.In the past ten years, the affairs of Huayin Pavilion have been taken by the master of Dongtian Qingyang Palace, and no new master has been established yet.And the Lord of the Eastern Sky is Bu Jianchen. Huaying Pavilion has a great reputation. It has been established for more than 900 years, and the number of disciples far exceeds that of Wudang Shaolin.Therefore, the factional disputes among them are extremely complicated.Bu Jianchen was originally born in a medical family, and it is said that he joined his family in order to treat his wife's strange illness in his early years. Bu Jianchen surrendered alone, he was not a direct descendant of Huayin; although his martial arts were high, he was not at the peak in the pavilion, but he was able to hold the position of the pavilion master for ten years without any change, which shows that his talent in governing the world and employing people is really unbelievable the point. Guo Ao looked at the person in front of him, and felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart. He knew in his heart that the purpose of Bu Jianchen's visit to the general platform was not for King Wuyue, but for him. From Yu Changkong's transmission of skills, Ji Yunshang's warning, and Bu Jianchen's sword test, he has vaguely realized that he is inextricably linked with this mysterious sect called Huayinge. Moreover, at the moment when the light of the sword as thin as a gossamer shone in front of him, he felt a sudden shock in the depths of his mind, as if a door that had been dusty for a long time was slightly opened, revealing many familiar and unfamiliar faces. , Ji Yunshang, Chongxuan... Could it be that these famous martial arts figures have known themselves since they were young? So why can't I remember it at all? A stabbing pain came through the air, as if someone had squeezed hard in the depths of his mind. This is not the first time he has felt this kind of pain. He has been awakened by it in nightmares for many years in the world, and then it is difficult to fall asleep again and again. ——It was a kind of pain that he wanted to remember but could never be able to. It had tortured him for many years, and it was the pain in the heart of the high-spirited young sword god in the eyes of everyone. But recently, as he was increasingly pushed to the cusp of turmoil in the world, and more and more exposed to the core of martial arts power, this pain resurfaced again, and even became more intense. Could it be that there is really a dusty memory about to be opened? Guo Ao clenched his teeth, restraining the overwhelming disgust in his head, and the knuckles of both hands were rattling with force. Bu Jianchen looked at Guo Ao with some pity, sighed a long time, and said, "On December 12th, if you are interested, you can go to Huayin Pavilion. I will wait for you there." He didn't say anything. Why, turned around and walked out, and something fell in front of Guo Ao with a loud sound, and Bu Jianchen's voice came from afar: "Keep this thing well, it's yours." When Guo Ao picked it up and looked at it, the object was half the size of a palm, and it was dark all over, with only a small red mass in the middle, outlining the shape of a flame.It's heavy in the hand, but I don't know what use it is.But since it was delivered by Bu Jianchen, it must be of extraordinary value. Guo Ao slowly bowed to pick it up, held it in his hand, the cold feeling touched his body, the pain dissipated immediately, his mind became clearer, and he fell silent for a while. As Bu Jianchen walked further and further away, he seemed to have forgotten the eyes of Bachi Gouyu and King Wuyue. ——Is Guo Ao so important?