Chapter 436 Unleashing the Sword

"What kind of bamboo is this? It's so tough." Seeing this, Lu Yuqing said in surprise.

"It should belong to the purple essence bamboo category, and it is one of the most tenacious existences among the genus of wood plants in the world." Han Li said thoughtfully.

While speaking, he continued to walk, walked up the steps of the bamboo house, pushed open the bamboo door, and walked in.

The furnishings in the bamboo house are very simple. There is only a bamboo woven Eight Immortals table in the outer room, with four benches around it, and there are only seven bamboo beds for one person in the inner room.

"Brother Han, look, these beds are narrow and small, why do they look like they are for children?" Lu Yuqing said with a slight frown after looking around.

"According to legend, Wusheng Sword Sect recruits disciples extremely strictly. They never open the mountain gates to recruit a large number of disciples. Instead, the disciples on the mountain travel down the mountain to search for the best sword cultivator embryos in the world, and bring them back to the mountain to cultivate them from a young age. Everything depends on chance. Don't force it. This is probably where those disciples practiced their basic skills when they were young." Han Li said after thinking for a moment.

"So that's the case. I also happened to read about this sect's deeds in an ancient book. It seems to say that the number of this sect is very small and they seldom move around, so it is very mysterious. I don't know about the others." Lu Yuqing said thoughtfully.

"If the disciples of this sect want to go down the mountain as a teacher, they must cultivate to the level of golden immortals, otherwise they can only spend their whole life and die of old age in the mountain gate. At its peak, there was a "one family of seven golden immortals, travel down the mountain together" The good stories about him have been passed down to the world. But time has passed, and now not many people know about these things." Han Li glanced at the blue and purple bamboo forest covered with mottled sword marks outside the bamboo building, and said slowly.

"Brother Han, how do you know these things?" Lu Yuqing blinked and asked with some doubts.

"Speaking of which, I can be regarded as a sword cultivator. I will naturally notice these when I look up ancient books. There are many legends about the Wusheng Sword Sect, and the most striking one is the Wusheng Sword Sea in their sect. "Han Li continued.

"Wu Sheng Jian Hai... what is that?" Lu Yuqing asked with an interested expression on her face.

Han Li's eyes flickered slightly, and while walking outside the bamboo building, he said:

"It is said that Wusheng Daoist, the founder of Wusheng Sword Sect, has a habit of storing swords. Whether it is a life-and-death fight or a high-low competition, after winning, he will take away the opponent's flying sword and bring it back to the mountain gate for storage. After that When he accepted his disciples and passed them on, he also inherited this tradition. When his disciples traveled to the fairyland, they would also search for the world's swords and bring them back to the sect. Over time, the Wusheng Sword Pool also Turned into a sea of ​​lifeless swords..."

After leaving the bamboo forest, the two continued to walk up the winding mountain road, and finally stopped in front of a stone ladder reaching the sky.

The whole body of the stone ladder is snow-white, the height does not reach the top, and it extends upwards into the sea of ​​clouds above the mountainside.

On the left side of its entrance, stands a huge black stone, engraved with three ancient seal characters "Jiejianshi".

Han Li stepped forward, took a closer look, and found that there were two lines of small white characters engraved under the three words "Unblocking Sword Stone", which read:

"True immortals bend their waists and cannot fly, all swords in the world lower their eyebrows"

Every word carries an indescribable heroic aura, as if every stroke is composed of a sword aura. After the words are formed, they want to come out of the stone, showing their sharpness. "Zong" was obviously made by the same person.

"The former sentence means that the true immortals cannot fly in the air. I can understand it, but I am a little confused about the meaning of the latter sentence." Lu Yuqing stood aside and muttered to herself.

"The Wusheng Sword Sect is originally a holy place for sword cultivators. How many fairy swords are stored in the sea of ​​swords in the gate? How many swords in the world can compare with this place? I think this is the meaning of lowering your eyebrows. But this sword-breaking stone... Sword..." Han Li said after thinking for a moment.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden loud shock in the sea of ​​clouds above his head, and a golden halo emerged from the sea of ​​clouds, spreading in all directions.

When Han Li heard the sound, his eyes suddenly tightened, and he looked up towards the peak.

"What's the matter, Big Brother Han?" Seeing this, Lu Yuqing asked hastily, knowing something had happened.

"It seems that some kind of restriction has been opened above this sea of ​​clouds. My connection with the Flying Sword of Fate has been interrupted again..." Han Li frowned and said in a low voice.

After saying that, he turned around, stepped lightly on the first stone step with his toes, and almost slid up the slope of the stone ladder, passing hundreds of steps at once.

Seeing this, Lu Yuqing did the same, flying up after him.

As the stone ladder went up to the top of the mountain, the moisture along the way became thicker and denser. After they swept up several hundred feet, the thick water vapor around them had condensed into a cloud, covering the entire surrounding area.

The two of them walked through the sea of ​​clouds, mountains and mist, and the range of vision was very limited, and the induction of spiritual consciousness seemed to be greatly hindered.

"There's something wrong with this mist. My spiritual eyes can't see through it yet, so be careful." Han Li gave a warning, and then released a layer of protective blue light outside his body, speeding up.

Lu Yuqing followed closely behind him, with a deep light shining in her eyes, suddenly her expression changed, and she reminded loudly: "Brother Han, be careful..."

As a result, before she finished speaking, in the dense fog above Han Li's head, two golden sword lights intersected each other, cutting down from above like scissors.

Han Li's eyes focused, and he saw that the masters of Jianguang were actually two tall wooden puppets with slender limbs.

As the thoughts in his mind turned, his figure moved forward instead of retreating. When there was no time to move, he slid past under the two sword lights and jumped over directly.

After standing still, he suddenly turned around, and waved his five fingers together, a layer of blue light burst out from the palm of his hand, and he slashed towards the puppet like a long blue knife.

The two puppets didn't move, their heads suddenly turned back 180 degrees, and they faced Han Li strangely.

At the same time, the joints of the hands holding the sword also rotated at the same time. The long sword in one of them blocked Han Li's knife with a "clang", while the other stabbed with the sword straight into his heart.

Han Li touched the ground with his toes, and hurriedly retreated to the top of the stone ladder, but he was secretly surprised.

The two puppets have no breath, and they can't tell what level they are, but the long sword in their hands is really tight, and the layer of golden light wrapped on it can wipe out the blue light in his hand with one blow. The blade was smashed to pieces.

Immediately afterwards, there were several flashes of sword light above his head, intertwined with each other to form a golden sword net, and fell towards him.

Han Li raised his fist and slammed it upwards.

A ray of blue light shot out from above the fist, and collided with the golden sword net, the shadow of the fist was cut directly by the blue light.

Han Li's heart moved, and he waved his palm again.

A ray of black light swirled out from his sleeve, and with a twist, it came to the top of his head.

The swirling black light suddenly exploded, enlarged instantly, and turned into a black real wheel with a radius of about Zhang, blocking his head like a millstone.

The golden sword net slashed down, seemingly powerful, but when it touched the black light on the heavy water real wheel, it immediately melted away like ice and snow falling into flames.

At this moment, around Han Li, five sword lights flashed, and five more wooden puppets similar to those in the previous scene appeared out of thin air.

As soon as the five puppets appeared, the two wooden puppets that had appeared before had already caught up from behind. With their long swords in their hands, they stabbed straight at Han Li.

However, before they handed over their sword tips, two cyan whirlwinds chased up from below, wrapped the two of them in respectively, and pulled them down.

Han Li moved his eyes and saw that it was Lu Yuqing who was holding a brilliant blue feather fan. While dancing, it set off bursts of blue wind and trapped them.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he waved his palm forward.

The heavy water real wheel above the head immediately whistled loudly, whirled and hit the puppet directly in front of it.

The puppet's reaction was not slow either, as if he had pinched a sword formula with one hand, and stabbed down with the long sword in the other hand.

On the edge of the sword in his hand, a golden light burst out, and a huge golden sword shadow shot out from it, hitting the real wheel of heavy water fiercely.

There was a loud "boom"!

There was no room for the golden light and sword to turn around, and it directly turned into a cloud of golden dust, while the body of the puppet holding the sword was also engulfed by the black light emitted by the counter-shock of the heavy water real wheel, and it was crushed to pieces.

After devouring the second layer of heavy water, the power of the real wheel of heavy water is no longer the same as before.

Seeing this, the other four sword-wielding puppets turned their heads abruptly towards Han Li. A strange rune between their brows lit up with golden light at the same time.

Han Li frowned, raised his head and looked up into the sky, suddenly felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, above the clouds and mists covering the two of them, there were bursts of blurred light, flashing like the thunder rolling sky before the rainstorm.

"Miss Lu, come quickly..." He greeted quickly.

When Lu Yuqing heard the sound, without any hesitation, she waved the feather fan in her hand and created two whirlwinds, separating the two puppets. In a blink of an eye, she came to Han Li's side.

She had just entered under the heavy water real wheel, when there was a thunderous roar in the clouds and mist.

A dazzling golden light poured down from the depths of the cloud and mist, and it was surrounded by dense golden sword light, which was exactly the same as what Han Lifei encountered when he went up the mountain.

If we say that the Cloud Sea Sword Formation encountered at the foot of the mountain before was just to subdue the four directions, and the real immortal was forced to control the sky, then the golden sword formation here is purely for killing the enemy, so the sharpness contained in the sword light here The air is far more than before.

Not only that, but in the falling sword light at this time, there seemed to be some fluctuations in the power of metallic laws. That's why Han Li didn't dare to take it lightly, and called Lu Yuqing back in advance.