The Wudang Junior Master

Chapter 292 Sword Spirit Styx, Styx Crossing Boat 3 Swords

Swah——

A sword energy passed by the chest of the man in the red and yellow robe, almost cutting him in half.

This sword was released instantly during the fight. The distance was short and the speed was fast. If you were a little slower, you would be split by the sword energy.

"drink!"

Almost being hit by a sword, the man in the red and yellow robe roared angrily, swung the iron rod in his hand, and the shadow of the rod turned into black snakes and pounced towards the swordsman.

The black-clad swordsman tapped his toes, quickly created distance, swung his sword in a flower pattern, and slashed out with his sword.

In an instant, the sword whistled like a wind, strangling all the black snakes that pounced on it.

"Fuck, this move is powerful. The sword energy looks like wind, but it's actually like a needle. It would be very dangerous if the sword energy enters your body." Zhang Wuling couldn't help but comment.

The man in the red and yellow robe opposite obviously also saw it and had no intention of rushing forward. He also chose to retreat, keep some distance, and then turned the iron rod to stir up a strong wind.

The battle between the two men became increasingly fierce, shocking the soldiers on both sides and leaving them stunned.

For ordinary people, such a battle between aliens is no different from a fight between gods.

The strength of the man in the red and yellow robe was about the same as that of the swordsman in black, so the fight between the two was very close.

After about a hundred rounds, the two men retreated at the same time. The black-clothed swordsman wiped the sword with his left hand, and suddenly a blue-purple flame ignited on the tip of the sword.

The black-clad swordsman swung his sword backhand, and the long sword flew out like lightning.

The man in the red and yellow robe opposite did the same. He threw the iron rod in his hand, and the black thunder and lightning were also eye-catching.

The thunder stick and the fire sword collided, sending sparks flying in the air.

The black-clad swordsman stepped forward, grabbed the flying black sword, flipped in the air, and then stabbed out with the sword, heading straight for the throat of the man in the red and yellow robe.

The man in the red and yellow robe glared at the enemy and shouted loudly, his voice like thunder. He grabbed one end of the iron rod and swung it over.

This stick, entangled with lightning and thunder, happened to hit the front end of the stabbing black sword.

collapse!

The front end of the black sword was smashed by a stick. The black-clothed swordsman was obviously a little surprised when he saw this scene.

The man in the red and yellow robe took the opportunity to attack. Using the inertia of the stick, he swung his long arm back and hit the black-clad swordsman on the neck.

Click!

With a sound of bone cracking, the man in the red and yellow robe showed a wild smile on his face, and the excitement in his eyes was mixed with a bit of bloodthirsty cruelty.

But the next second, the man in the red and yellow robe could no longer laugh.

He sensed something and looked down at his chest, where the black sword had already been inserted.

It turned out that after that punch just now, the black-clad swordsman had no intention of retreating at all, but was fighting with a life-for-life strategy.

When his sword was destroyed, he did not give up. He held the remaining broken sword and stabbed the enemy with a fatal blow.

The picture freezes here, as if a movie that was originally playing was suddenly paused.

It is unknown what happened next. Did the black-clad swordsman and the man in the red and yellow robe die together?

And why did this broken sword appear in front of a tomb? Whose tomb was it and who inserted the sword?

All of this has become a historical mystery, and perhaps the day will never come when it is known to anyone.

But it must be said that Zhang Wuling also benefited a lot from the battle between the two.

Whether it was the black-clad swordsman or the man in the red and yellow robe, they must have been powerful men at the time, at least they were definitely not ordinary strangers.

The frozen image cracked like a mirror and finally shattered into pieces.

Darkness appeared again, but the ghost fire horse and the undead general were gone.

Zhang Wuling took a look around and found nothing else unusual.

Unexpectedly, the black broken sword in his hand trembled, and while Zhang Wuling was not paying attention, it flew out.

Zhang Wuling was startled and prepared to grab the broken black sword.

But after the black broken sword flew for a while, blue-purple fire suddenly emerged, and the flowing flames slowly turned into a human shape.

At just one glance, Zhang Wuling recognized that this person was the black-clad swordsman he had just seen in the Undead General's memory.

"Huh? Sword spirit?" Zhang Wuling stopped immediately and looked at it curiously.

The black-clad swordsman grasped the broken sword and glared sharply into Zhang Wuling's eyes.

"My name is... Styx."

A voice sounded in his mind, and before Zhang Wuling could ask, the black-clad swordsman began to dance with his sword.

Zhang Wuling's eyes focused and he immediately realized that the other party was practicing sword moves.

Is this... to teach him swordsmanship?

The black-clad swordsman's movements progressed from slow to fast, alternating between fast and slow, and the connections between his sword moves were so smooth that even for those who didn't know swordsmanship, it was pleasing to the eye.

And Zhang Wuling, his damn talent began to work again.

Every time the black-clad swordsman practiced a move, he could remember it. Although he had not yet begun to comprehend it, he had already begun to absorb it.

One move... two moves... Finally, when he was practicing the thirteenth move, the black-clad swordsman stopped and retracted.

This is obviously a set of sword techniques, with a total of thirteen moves.

Different from the Taoist exercises, this set of sword techniques was filled with murderous aura and was extremely ferocious, with no intention of giving life to others.

Zhang Wuling himself knows swordsmanship, after all, his master Guo Xiu is a master of swordsmanship, and he also knows the Wudang Dan Sword.

However, his swordsmanship is mainly based on Taoist inner alchemy, and can be performed without a sword.

But this set of sword techniques is not very good. It’s not that it cannot be performed, but if it is performed in the form of Dan Sword, the power will be reduced.

After the black swordsman finished his practice, he said nothing but threw the black sword back. His meaning was very clear.

Zhang Wuling nodded, took the sword and began to practice this set of sword techniques from beginning to end.

Since others wanted to pass it on, he didn't hesitate and accepted it openly.

At the beginning, Zhang Wuling was still a little unfamiliar with the movements, but the more he practiced, the more natural his movements and expressions became.

After finishing a set of exercises, a smile appeared on the cold face of the black-clad swordsman.

"Pass it on..."

Muttering a few words, the figure of the black-clad swordsman began to dissipate into pieces of flames, as if his obsession had been resolved.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuling hurriedly asked, "Senior, what is the name of this sword technique?"

"Mingduzhou...Thirteen Swords..."

Watching the last leaf-like flame disappear, Zhang Wuling felt something and picked up the broken sword in his hand.

Suddenly, wisps of black aura floated over and poured into the blade of the broken sword.

Under Zhang Wuling's gaze, the originally broken sword actually began to "grow" a new blade.

As the black aura was drawn out and poured into the broken sword, this dark world gradually dissipated, and the scenery of the cave began to reappear before him.

Finally, a flawless black sword appeared before his eyes, and blue-purple runes lit up from top to bottom of the sword.

It was not until then that Zhang Wuling realized that there were runes engraved on the sword, which were completely invisible to the naked eye.

"The Thirteen Swords of the Dark Crossing Boat..."