The Swordsmen in the World Are Like Artists!
"Wudang? Which Wudang?"
All the martial arts experts were puzzled. The Golden Roll was very vague because there was more than one Wudang in this world!
There was one in Great Ming and one in Great Li!
Back then, Zhang Sanfeng, the Perfected Zhang, had founded the Wudang Sect. After several generations, one of the Wudang ancestors had crossed the Great Ocean Abyss and arrived at the Dali Dynasty to establish a branch of the Wudang Sect!
Which Wudang expert had appeared on the Sword Dao Rankings?
Wudang Sword Maniac Wang Xiaoping, the purest swordsman in the world!
Winds and clouds gathered in the sky. A line of words slowly appeared in the golden light.
"The purest sword-heart in the world? How could a mere thirteenth place on the Sword Dao Rankings be worthy of such a name?”
"Only when the heart of the sword is bright can one become one with the sword. How powerful will the purest sword heart be?”
"I've never seen such a person in the Great Ming's Wudang Sect. Presumably, this person is from the Wudang Sect of the Dali Dynasty!”
All over the world, the martial arts experts were furious. They thought to themselves that a person ranked 13th on the Sword Dao Rankings was probably not worthy of being the purest sword heart in the world!
In the Sword Tomb.
Sword God Dugu looked at the words that appeared in the sky and his heart could not help but move.
"Those who have achieved success in the way of the sword all think that their heart is focused on the sword and that their sword heart is bright! But how can there be perfection in this world?"
Sword God Dugu smiled. As the peak of Sword Principle, Sword God Dugu naturally had the most thorough understanding of Sword Principle.
The purity of the sword heart was relative, not absolute!
Unless one stepped into the path of the sword and cut off the mortal world, one could only be absolutely pure!
But how many people in this world could do it?
"If it's really as the Golden Roll says, then Wang Xiaoping is worthy of the title Sword Maniac!”
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Mount Hua of Ming Dynasty, the Cliff of Reflection!
Feng Qingyang couldn't help but ask himself, was his sword heart pure?
It wasn't!
He still had ties in this world.
Back then, Sword God Dugu crossed several dynasties on his sword and traveled to the Ming Dynasty to pass down the Nine Swords Beyond the Swords to the Huashan Sect's ancestor!
However, today, he was the only one in the Daming Empire who grasped this absolute art.
Feng Qingyang was deeply aware of the heavy responsibility. He had stayed at Mount Hua's Reflection Cliff all these years, but he had never given up on searching for the successor of the Nine Beyond Swords.
If the heart was shackled, then the sword heart could not be pure!
Feng Qingyang sighed and looked at the nine heavens.
The purest sword heart in the world could not be achieved without great determination and perseverance!
Therefore, Feng Qingyang looked at Wang Xiaoping, who was slowly appearing in the horizon, with a bit of admiration in his eyes!
Golden light gathered above the nine heavens, and the scene slowly appeared in front of countless martial arts masters!
On the edge of the cliff of the strange peak, the Taoist priest who had passed the forty-year-old state had a thin face and was standing solemnly with a sword in his hand.
Behind him was the rustling purple bamboo!
The Daoist brandished his sword and pointed at another peak!
Standing on the peak, Daoist Li Yi casually tossed a fallen leaf. Only then did the middle-aged Daoist move.
He struck out with his sword, and the sword qi pierced through the clouds and the sea!
It accurately hit the fallen leaf.
He hit the leaf but did not pierce through it. He directly sent the fallen leaf flying.
"Good sword!"
Countless martial artists in the world could not help but exclaim. They saw the Taoist priest in the picture sword after sword, peak after peak!
He only withdrew his sword aura after he finished cultivating the 81 peaks of Wudang Mountain.
The sword qi struck the leaves, but the sword qi was sharp and the leaves did not break!
Such a phenomenon made countless martial arts experts exclaim in admiration!
However, at the top of Wudi City…
Wang Xianzhi, who stood at the peak of martial arts in Dali, scoffed at this.
So what if his Heart Integrated into Sword, so what if his control of the sword had reached a millimeter?
"I see swordsmen in the world as musicians! There are countless swordsmen in the world, but none of them can surpass me, Wang Xian!”
At this moment, on Mount Wudang of Dali!
The old Hierarch Wang Chonglou was sitting in front of the Purple Bamboo Forest with a kind face. He looked at Wang Xiaoping, who was carrying the Spirit Thistle Sword on his back, and said softly,
"You have to help me vent my anger. However, if your pure sword heart is damaged, wouldn't the loss outweigh the gain?
If he didn't kill someone he shouldn't kill, he shouldn't let his heart demon entangle him and overshadow the Celestial Sword Intent. Otherwise, he would gradually drift away from the sword path in his life.”
Wang Xiaobing didn't say anything. He pulled out a bamboo sword from behind him and waved it a few times. The bamboo sword didn't touch the ground, but it left a line of words on the ground.
"This sword is only used to repel."
Seeing this, Wang Chonglou couldn't help but laugh. His junior brother had been cultivating his sword for sixteen years. Fortunately, today's incident didn't affect his cultivation.
"Come and take a look with me. You, Wang Xiaoping, have entered the Kendo Rankings. Wudang will be proud in front of the world!”
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In the Nine Heavens, the scene was like a white horse flying through a crack, and the first half of Wang Xiaoping's life began to appear.
He was once handsome and unrestrained, young and frivolous; He didn't seek an official career, but he was once infatuated with a beauty!
In the end, he was still trapped by love. He was disheartened and spent all his wealth to join Wudang!
After joining Wudang, he displayed his outstanding talent the first time he held a sword!
He lived for the sword, died for the sword, and became obsessed with the sword!
In the picture, the figure on the Great Lotus Peak continued to slash at the fallen leaves from the other peaks. From one to two, there were a total of 81 leaves!
He had finally reached the peak of the Sword Dao!
For sixteen years, Wang Xiaoping had been cultivating his sword without saying a word!
Many of his fellow disciples talked about him, saying that he was the number one fool in Wudang.
Another person said that he was actually deaf and could not hear any gossip!
Finally, one day.
Wang Xiaoping cut a bamboo sword and walked toward the back of the mountain.
On the screen, several Taoists were attacking him. Wang Xiaoping held the bamboo sword in his hand and slashed!
A silver light whistled out, and the sound of metal clashing could be heard without end!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The long swords in the hands of the Taoist priests were all broken, and the sword aura was fierce. However, in Wang Xiaoping's hand, the terrifying sword shadow was like a glimpse of a swan, and it was actually aimed at the sword blades of the Taoist priests.
The sword did not hurt a single person. Even the Taoist robes of the Dragon Tiger Taoist priests were not damaged at all.
He had control that was within a millimeter!
The bamboo sword in his hand was like an extension of his arm, moving freely!
The scene gradually faded away. Wang Xiaoping's move immediately caused countless martial arts masters to exclaim.
Keeping his mouth shut for sixteen years just to nurture his sword, what kind of perseverance and perseverance could this be?
"You've been cultivating your sword for sixteen years without saying a word. You deserve to be called a sword maniac!”
In the sword tomb, Sword God Dugu looked indifferent.""But if that's all, you're not worthy of being ranked thirteenth in the world of swordsmanship.”
Sword God Dugu's eyes were sharp. He could tell at a glance that Wang Xiaoping's talent was not on par with Ye Gucheng and Yan Shisan.
Although he was born with a sword embryo, he was not the most talented swordsman.
In Sword God Dugu's eyes, such talent was even mediocre!
With such mediocre talent, just what kind of sword could he use with his pure sword heart and great perseverance?
At this moment, even Sword God Dugu could not help but start to look forward to it!
Just as Sword God Dugu had expected, the Golden Roll in the sky changed again, and the scene began to slowly appear in the sky.
Wang Xiaoping, go down the mountain!
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