Quickly travel through three thousand worlds, the thunder tribulation lasts for ten thousand years

Chapter 224 The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber 2

Nan Xi returned to the room and let out a breath. Zhang Sanfeng was indeed a very powerful person. She became nervous unconsciously when facing him, and only relaxed at this moment.

Nan Xi thought about going down the mountain tomorrow, so she began to prepare the necessary luggage, including a change of clothes, dry food, a water bag, as well as necessary weapons and self-defense equipment.

The luggage in this world is very special. It is made of a rare fabric that is not only tough and wear-resistant, but also has unique waterproof properties.

Its production process is very complicated, and it has the special mark of Wudang Sect on it. It even has compartments inside, making it light and easy to carry.

It turns out that there are skilled craftsmen in every world, and there is nothing that cannot be done, as long as you can imagine it.

As the morning light shone, the bells of Wudang Mountain echoed through the valley, waking up the sleeping people.

A group of Wudang disciples packed their luggage and prepared to go down the mountain.

As the eldest disciple, Song Yuanqiao led his fellow disciples and Nan Xi and stood in the front.

Wearing all green Taoist robes and carrying long swords on their backs, the group lined up and waited for Zhang Sanfeng's lecture.

As the last ray of bell sound faded away, Zhang Sanfeng slowly walked forward.

"Wudang disciples, you must remember the teachings of Wudang, value harmony and win over others with virtue. But if you encounter a strong enemy, you must not retreat, and you must show the majesty of our Wudang sect."

"Harmony is the most important thing, and you can win people over with virtue!"

All the disciples responded in unison, and their voices echoed in the valley, sounding particularly loud.

Then they began to descend the mountain along the winding road.

The sunlight penetrated the treetops and shone on them. As the figures of the people gradually disappeared into the distance, Wudang Mountain regained its tranquility.

Mo Shenggu was very curious when he saw Xiaoying.

"Qingshu, where did this little fox come from?"

Nan Xi stroked Xiaoying's tail and said, "Seventh Uncle, this dog ran away from the woods when I was practicing. I saw that it was very well behaved, so I kept it."

Yin Liting felt a pain in his heart when he looked at the spirit fox. He had given Junior Sister Ji a white fox before, but now he only saw the spirit fox and no longer the beauty.

Nan Xi sensed it keenly, and when she thought of this cuckolded master uncle, she felt a little sympathy, but nothing more.

Zhang Songxi and Yu Lianzhou were more observant. Seeing their junior brother like this, they knew that he was thinking about sad things again, and they shook their heads helplessly.

Love can really cause great harm to people!

Song Yuanqiao took a closer look and said, "Don't let this distract you from your ambitions."

Nan Xi replied: "I understand, Dad."

Ten days later, the Wudang Sect group arrived at a small town called Jinmin, exhausted. The sunset had already drawn the curtain on the horizon, and the lights on the streets of the town gradually lit up, welcoming the travelers from afar.

Nan Xi followed the crowd into the only inn in the town.

The senior masters took care of booking a room, and Nan Xi found a seat to sit down and rest.

In the inn, people of all kinds gathered, including traveling businessmen, martial artists in a hurry, and local residents.

Nan Xi's gaze wandered among the crowd. There were a lot of knights here, and they should all be participating in this grand event of the six major sects.

A group of women dressed in Emei sect costumes stepped into the inn. They had outstanding temperaments, like elegant lotus flowers, quietly blooming in the turbulent world.

Among all the people from the Emei Sect, Nan Xi saw Zhou Zhiruo at a glance.

She stood there quietly, her posture graceful, her eyes and brows revealing a sense of calmness and composure.

No wonder the original owner was attracted to her. Even Nan Xi would admire her when she saw her.

Song Yuanqiao and Nun Miejue exchanged a few polite words and asked each other about the latest developments in their sects before parting ways.

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes swept lightly over Song Qingshu and she nodded slightly as a greeting.

"Young Master Song, how are you?" Zhou Zhiruo's voice was soft and clear, like a mountain spring.

The two had met before, and no one knew when the original owner had fallen in love with her.

Nan Xi returned the greeting, "Miss Zhou, nice to meet you."

The disciples of the Wudang Sect sat around a few tables that were put together, while the female disciples of the Emei Sect chose a more secluded corner.

The dinner at the inn was simple but full of local flavor. Nan Xi sat around with her fellow apprentices, tasting the local food and listening to them talk about anecdotes in the martial arts world.

"boom……"

With a loud bang, the door of the inn was suddenly pushed open by a powerful force, and a group of Mingjiao disciples dressed in black uniforms rushed in.

"Kill! The holy fire will not be extinguished, and the faith will last forever!"

They held sharp blades and had murderous gleams in their eyes, and it was obvious that they came prepared.

The Ming Cult disciples did not issue any warnings and launched a fierce attack on the people from the six major sects present.

Their moves were ruthless, and every blow was aimed directly at the vital points. It was obvious that they wanted to weaken the opponent's strength before the battle of Bright Summit.

The disciples of the six major sects reacted quickly. Everyone picked up their weapons and started to fight back, while ordinary people dodged skillfully.

The Wudang disciples quickly formed a defensive formation. They stood back to back and formed an indestructible circle to resist the attack of the Mingjiao disciples.

Nan Xi put down the bowl and chopsticks in her hands almost immediately. She had already taken the Qingling Sword in her hand. The sword body was flickering with a faint green light under the candlelight, like a flowing moonlight.

Nan Xi took a deep breath, adjusted her internal energy, and rushed towards a burly man.

The big man held a heavy sword in his hand and swung it towards Nan Xi's vital points with a sound of breaking through the air.

Nan Xi was not in a hurry. She gently drew the Qingling Sword and used the first move of the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen - "Willows in the Wind".

The tip of the sword trembled slightly, drawing tiny sword circles in the air, cleverly resolving the opponent's attack.

Immediately afterwards, Nan Xi turned her body, and the Qingling Sword shuttled through the enemy's attacks like a dragon, and each sword hit the opponent's sword flaws just right.

Her swordsmanship is agile yet steady, and every time she strikes out the sword, there is an indescribable rhythm that dazzles the eyes.

Nan Xi wanted to show off his swordsmanship, so he didn't use his full strength, but just tried his best to win with sword moves.

As the battle progressed, Nan Xi's swordsmanship became faster and faster, and the power of the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen gradually emerged.

Her swordsmanship contains the softening power of Tai Chi. She can suddenly exert force in gentle sword moves to catch her opponent off guard.

Nun Miejue also used a sword. The Yitian Sword was very powerful in her hands. Every time she killed someone, she killed him with one blow. At this moment, she couldn't help but stare at Nan Xi.

The long sword in Nan Xi's hand seemed unusual.

"Master!"

Zhou Zhiruo screamed, and Nun Miejue came to her senses. She almost hurt her disciple by mistake. Fortunately, Zhiruo reminded her, and Nun Miejue stopped being distracted and focused on killing people.

Nun Miejue hated the Ming Cult deeply. Her master, Nun Fengling, was once injured by the Ming Cult's Golden Lion King Xie Xun. Moreover, her disciple Ji Xiaofu was eventually expelled from the Ming Cult because of her emotional entanglement with the Ming Cult's Yang Xiao, which made Nun Miejue hate the Ming Cult even more.

There is also the secret of the Dragon Slaying Sword, which is known only to Nun Miejue herself. She must obtain the Dragon Slaying Sword in the future, and will confront Xie Xun. Xie Xun is a member of the Ming Cult, and they are destined to be in opposition.

When Master Miejue thought of this, her killing movements became more decisive.

Zhou Zhiruo also led the female disciples to draw their swords and fight back. Emei swordsmanship was known for its agility and speed. For a moment, swords flashed and the fight was fierce.

After a fierce battle, the Ming Cult disciples found it difficult to break through the defenses of the Wudang and Emei sects, and their morale began to waver.

Finally, with a sharp whistle, the Ming Cult disciples chose to retreat.

Nan Xi's Qingling sword gently rotated in her hand, and finally inserted it steadily into the scabbard.