Volume 1: A stone strikes a thousand waves, the world surrounds Li Daosheng Chapter 60: Live Up to the Integrity
The true energy scattered on the road, causing the wind to roar, and the trees on both sides shook continuously, making the mountains and forests restless.
The Taoist stood with a sword in his hand, changing the sword techniques in his hand rapidly. With each change, the sword became sharper and the true energy on the sword increased by an inch.
When he made the last sword gesture, the true energy in the sword had reached its limit, and then the wind was still, the trees were still, and there was no more noise.
It was as if there was only a three-foot green sword left in the world, standing between heaven and earth, flashing a cold and quiet light.
The Taoist's face and Yin Wuli's face were reflected on the sword. The two men occupied each side, one positive and one negative, one good and one evil, and they would have one life and one death.
"Thief."
Zhong Nanji put his hands holding the sword formula behind his back.
He held a long sword upright in front of him, and his Taoist robe fluttered behind him. A mighty aura supported his seven-foot body, as if he was holding up the sky.
"Do you dare to take the sword?"
The Taoist asked, his voice echoing in the true energy .
Looking at his appearance, Yin Wuli did not feel any fear. Instead, he laughed excitedly, and his face became more ferocious.
"Okay, come on."
After being locked up in jail for twenty years, he hadn't felt this way in a long time.
"Well, pick it up then."
Zhong Nanji swung the long sword in his hand horizontally and stabbed out.
The twelfth move of Taishan swordsmanship, good times come after bad times!
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People say that the characteristic of Taishan swordsmanship is that it is continuous and without too much murderous intent, but it can exhaust a person and thus subdue him.
But they had not seen that last move of Taishan Sword Technique. If they had seen it, they would know that Taishan Sword Technique was no worse than any other sword technique in killing people.
That is a move that Taishan disciples will only use when they are in desperate situations. This move will gather all the true energy in the body into one sword. Although it is a desperate move, it is enough to turn the situation around.
Its use is just like its name, first put yourself in a desperate situation, and then survive from there.
Only those who have seen it know the power of this move. It is unstoppable and can only advance and not retreat.
The sword imbued with the true qi of Taishan disciples is almost indestructible. Unless the martial arts skills are much higher than those of the person wielding the sword, it cannot be blocked at all.
The name of this move is "Good times will come after bad times".
And this is the trick that Zhong Nanji is using right now.
He is a famous master. It is difficult to say how sharp a sword infused with all the true energy of a famous master can be.
But at this moment, Yin Wuli could experience it personally.
Before the sword reached him, a sharp sword energy blew away the messy hair on his face, revealing his slightly dazed face underneath.
In an instant, the hairs on Yin Wuli's back stood up, and there was a feeling in his heart telling him that he might die under this sword.
Yin Wuli panicked and wanted to dodge, but he couldn't dodge anymore.
The sword blade was almost touching his throat, and the sharp edge caused pain in his throat.
In a hurry, Yin Wuli quickly used all his internal energy to protect his throat.
Then the sword stabbed down.
"when!!"
Following a loud bang, a visible gust of wind spread out in all directions with the two people as the center, blowing dust and fallen leaves into the air, covering the sky and the earth in darkness, making it impossible to see what was happening inside.
And when the dust settled, it was all over.
Yin Wuli stood there in a daze. A line of blood was clearly visible on his throat. Blood was flowing down, but not too much.
In front of him, Zhong Nanji was standing hunched over, his face pale, holding the hilt of a broken sword in his hand. The broken blade was stained with blood and fell to the ground on the side.
It must have been a while.
Yin Wuli touched his throat, with fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead. Only after he was sure that there was nothing serious did he look at Zhong Nanji and laugh almost crazily.
"Hahahahaha, I told you so! You should get a better sword!"
If Zhong Nanji's sword had been better, Yin Wuli would have been dead.
Zhong Nanji was defeated, defeated by his sword, his sword could not withstand his true energy.
"Cough!" The Taoist coughed, and his body was no longer able to stand. He fell to his knees on the ground, using the broken sword to stay put.
He raised his eyes, looked at Yin Wuli fiercely and said.
"I only regret that my sword is not sharp enough and I failed to kill you, this evil heretic."
"So what?" Yin Wuli smiled and said, panting as he approached Zhong Nanji.
The corners of his mouth were stretched almost to his ears, and his face was filled with ecstasy at having survived a disaster.
"Anyway, I'm still alive now, and you're going to die."
He was really panicked just now. He could never have imagined that a Taoist priest he met on the road could wield such a sharp sword.
As a person who has practiced external skills to the extreme, it is difficult for him to die, but he is also very afraid of death.
He almost thought he was going to die, but he survived. So he didn't plan to give this Taoist a quick death now. He wanted to torture him and then kill him.
Thinking of this, he kicked Zhong Nanji in the chest.
The kick was neither light nor heavy, just enough to break several of Zhong Nanji's ribs. He flew backwards, fell to the ground, and spit out blood.
"Hehe." With a sneer, Yin Wuli walked towards Zhong Nanji again. Before he could get up, he stepped on the palm of his sword-wielding hand again.
"Ah!" An unbearable scream and a creaking sound of bones breaking came from the road.
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By the time the sun set, Zhong Nanji had been tortured beyond recognition. He lay on the ground with black and red blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.
Feeling a little bored, Yin Wuli squatted beside him. As if he suddenly had an idea, he grabbed Zhong Nanji's hair, lifted his face from the ground, and said with a smile.
"How about this, you have good kung fu, you should know Jiang Lian'er, tell me where he is, and I will spare your life, how about that?"
"Oh..." Zhong Nanji's face was covered in blood. He opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Yin Wuli in front of him, opened and closed his mouth slightly, and spoke in an almost inaudible voice.
"Taishan's sword would rather break than bend."
"Tsk!" Yin Wuli pulled his mouth and loosened his hand, letting Zhong Nanji's face fall back onto the stone slabs on the ground.
"Then you can die."
As he said this, he raised his hand.
When it fell again, the palm pierced through Zhong Nanji's chest.
On the road, Yin Wu stood up and walked away.
Zhong Nanji was lying in a pool of blood, his face drooping weakly.
But at the same time, under his palm, three words written in blood were covered: Yin Wuli.
Master, senior brother, Nan Ji, have never let down your integrity.
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"In this world, it is not difficult to die. What is rare is to live with a righteous thought throughout your life and not to betray it until death. Only in this way can you call yourself a disciple of Mount Tai."
These were the first words his master said to Zhong Nanji when he first joined the Taishan Sect a long time ago.
Later, he said this to his disciples countless times.
Now he has really done it.
in this way.
Zhong Nanji's eyes went completely dark.
I can be considered a true disciple of Mount Tai.
