The violet Thunderous Vigorous Qi wrapped around the broken Jade Dragon; this landscape, originally the farewell Dyke of ten miles, where spring brings a thousand willow branches like jade threads, is now crushed by the Qi chanism of fierce battling, with willow trees grown for decades being severed at the waist by a flake of snow and collapsing heavily to the ground.
Dugu Mohe's pair of eerie, red-tinted eyes squinted, looking at the youth standing in front of Li Wu, saying blandly: "It's you."
"I rember you."
"Back then, you tead up with a woman, both of you wearing masks."
On Jade Pot Mountain in the Northern Frontier, Wang Anfeng once crossed paths with Dugu Mohe during his first descent.
However, back then, the one who attacked was Dugu Mohe's Three Corpse Manifestations, a white-clothed man with a sowhat wooden expression; the one now is a handso youth with red lips and white teeth, whom Wang Anfeng cannot recognize. But from the scenery of drifting snow, it naturally reminds him of Jade Pot Mountain, where snow accumulates and never lts in a thousand years.
Regardless of who it is, it poses no real problem.
Feeling the presence of the elder behind him, Wang Anfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief. After receiving the news from the Flying Spirit Sect, using Heavenly Secrets for divination, originally from Li Wu's sword entering the Land Immortal Realm, almost no one in the world could calculate his fate.
Perhaps his close relationship with the elder, or possibly the connection with the Heavenly Secrets of the Divine Weapon, finally revealed itself, traversing from Penglai Pavilion to Jiangnan Road with barely any rest.
Finally, he caught up.
Wang Anfeng couldn't help but let out a long breath from the depths of his heart, imdiately his expression becoming increasingly stern, looking at Dugu Mohe, he asked the elder behind him:
"Li Bo, what is his background?"
Li Wu casually put away two Divine Weapons, inserting them into the ground one by one, chuckled and said: "To say he has no background is indeed he has no background; to say he has a large background, that is indeed also very large."
"Throughout his life, this old fellow has faced countless battles, yet in my opinion, his greatest pride lies in the two defeats he suffered."
Wang Anfeng said: "Defeats?"
Li Wu's expression subdued as he replied:
"One was at Wang Qing, to the peak of Wang Qing Li Xuan Yi thirty-eight years ago."
"One was atop the Kunlun Mountains, taking a direct punch from the reclusive Kunlun."
"Though he did not win the battles, he survived despite defeat."
Wang Anfeng's expression turned solemn.
This ti, Dugu Mohe's mindset did not fluctuate, he assessed Wang Anfeng, and said: "I already had so feeling last ti, indeed, although just approaching Grandmaster, yet carrying a taste of Qi chanism control. Thirty years later, why are there so many reckless dragons and snakes in Jianghu, appearing one after another?"
Wang Anfeng's eyes restrained his anger, heart calm as a still lake, untainted by dust, he responded composedly:
"This is the Great Struggle. Old and undying are thieves; aren't you, like those old foxes hiding in mountains, also coming down?"
Dugu Mohe murmured, then sneered and shook his head:
"Ha... the montum of Great Struggle?"
His right hand opened, as a young man appearing to be sixteen or seventeen years old held a crystalline Ice Sword, flicking his finger, the sword sang and ripples spread, he casually said: "More reckless dragons and snakes are best, immortals temporarily cannot be killed, it is also good to slay flood dragons where there are flood dragons."
The ground beneath abruptly shattered.
Dugu Mohe advanced in an instant, without any of the bad habits of holding a senior's posture, disregarding decorum, he unleashed ten-full parts of his killing strike. Wang Anfeng, in the Flying Spirit Sect, facing Zuo Qiugu, could use swordsmanship to lure the latter into misjudgnt, then resolve the battle in one fist move.
Because against Zuo Qiugu, swordsmanship could contend.
Yet now against the person in front, he had no such plan, as Dugu Mohe lifted his hand, Wang Anfeng's heart instantly spawned an indescribable terror and coldness, stepping with feet and treading Nine Palaces.
The elder behind, seasoned in many battles, had already sidled to one side, holding two swords, one wide and heavy, commanding the Five Mountains, one long among swords, Guan Tai determined Qin.
At this ti, it was already autumn, commonly known as the autumn tiger among the people, the temperature was three degrees hotter than the peak sumr heat.
The scorching heat was extracted from the air.
The temperature suddenly dropped, a snow dragon stretched over the vast sky.
Dugu Mohe raised his hand with vicious ans, expression indifferent, he was indeed not a match for the elder on Kunlun Mountains, yet who in the world deserved that punch? Beneath one person and above tens of millions was unworthy, the world still has Li Xuan Yi, yet among grandmasters in the world, who can withstand him?
Not everyone is a Land Immortal, worthy to waste words on.
One hand suspended Jade Dragon.
Right hand hanging low, Sword Qi like frost.
Before Sword Qi reached, Wang Anfeng already felt a chill, his thoughts also began to slow down, not daring a mont of neglect, fists clenched, Divine Weapon Qi chanism reassembled into the phantom of Gauntlets destroyed during the remaking of the Divine Martial Sword, fists crossed out, with Thunderous lightning and flas intertwined, trendous force was scattered as Jade Dragon shattered.
The shattered Jade Dragon's Qi chanism fell in fragnts, white-clothed Dugu whisked close, raising hand and sword directly aid at the heart, suppressing a surge of killing intent.
He had witnessed over thirty years ago in the Central Plains the strongest, the first ti stepping out on that long dyke Li Xuan Yi, when one can compete with the elder from Kunlun Mountains within a stick of incense ti, when over the thirty years sitting on Jade Pot Mountain, that willow branch in his mind overturns like a fish in water swimming how many years.
Ordinary people learn swords for swordsmanship, moves.
The more skilled ones peel away the shell of swordsmanship and sword moves, seeking deeper traces inside.
That willow branch counts as an intentional planting of trees and willow branches shading, leaving a long dyke of willows in his heart, previously, with Taoist Sect cutting Three Corpse Dharma, seeking surging might, now without that enormous Qi chanism that forces into the Land Immortal, turning from massive grand strength to three-thousand subtle thods, with an added touch of spiritual flair.
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