Fox Demon: Starts with Lu Zu template

In an inconspicuous corner, Wang Quan Shouzhuo and Dongfang Guyue stood side by side.

"That's Brother Li's successor... He looks familiar!" Wang Quan Shouzhuo said while looking at Gu Yi on the top of the city wall.

Dongfang Guyue obviously recognized Gu Yi and jokingly said, "Brother Shouzhuo, have you forgotten the kid who followed Brother Li back then?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the image of a child emerged in Wang Quan Shouzhuo's mind.

That was the little kid who followed Li Chungang during his final battle with Wang Xianzhi.

"It's him!"

At this moment, Wang Quan Shouzhuo had obviously recognized the other party.

"He's already so powerful at such a young age. He has some of Brother Li's charm back then! I just wonder how much he's learned from Brother Li!"

Just as the two were talking, a figure fell from the sky.

The man was dressed in white, his figure was as straight as a pine tree, and just standing there gave people a feeling of looking up to a mountain.

"Wang Xianzhi..." Gu Yi whispered the name.

Wang Xianzhi's gaze fell on Gu Yi.

"So it's you."

Gu Yi stepped forward, clasped his fists, and saluted: "I came here today just to ask about the Emperor's demeanor!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xianzhi thought for a long time and did not speak.

In fact, if possible, he didn't want to fight with Gu Yi.

Because he knew that once this confrontation began, there would be no turning back!

Chapter 168 Come with the awareness of certain death!

Now Gu Yi is challenging him with the awareness that he will die. Once he makes a move, the result will be obvious.

So if possible, he hopes Gu Yi can leave!

But that was basically impossible for Gu Yi, because it concerned the honor of a swordsman.

After much deliberation, he said, "Since we both know the outcome, why bother fighting again? Besides, you are his only remaining heir in this world!"

After these words were spoken, Gu Yi fell silent.

But obviously this could not shake his determination.

"Senior, there is no need to say anything more. I have made up my mind!"

Seeing this result, Wang Xianzhi had no choice but to respect the other party's choice.

Whether it was himself, Li Chungang, or Gu Yi in front of him.

He chooses to respect all the decisions made!

At least give the last respect as an opponent!

He looked at Gu Yi calmly and said calmly, "In that case, draw your sword and let me see how much of the Sword God's legacy you have inherited!"

His tone was calm, yet it revealed unquestionable authority.

Gu Yi frowned and slowly placed his right hand on his waist.

He was not an ignorant person. Facing the Emperor Wu who had suppressed the world for decades, any underestimation of the enemy would be fatal.

This time he brought two swords.

One was a sword he had kept for twelve years, specially prepared for Wang Xianzhi.

The other one is the broken sword borrowed from Tushan - the Wooden Horse Ox.

He stuck his sword into the ground beside him, held the half of the wooden horse and ox in his hand, and pointed the sword directly at Wang Xianzhi: "Wang Xianzhi, do you still recognize this sword?"

The broken sword shone coldly in the sunlight, and the cracks on the sword were clearly visible.

There was an uproar in the audience.

"What the hell is this? Challenging the Martial Emperor with a broken sword?" a young monk sneered.

"Shut up! You ignorant child!" an old man next to him shouted.

"If I'm not mistaken, that's the sword of Sword God Li Chungang, the Trojan Horse Ox!"

"Sword God?" The young man disagreed.

"No matter how powerful he is, he still lost to the Martial Emperor. The Sword God you speak of is the strongest I've ever heard of, but the Martial Emperor is the strongest I've ever seen!"

These remarks were echoed by many people around.

Not far away, Dongfang Gu Yue’s face turned ashen and his fists were clenched so tightly that they made crackling sounds.

He stood up suddenly, but was stopped by Dongfang Huaizhu.

"Dad, what are you going to do?"

After being pulled by Dongfang Huaizhu, Dongfang Guyue's face looked extremely ugly.

Dongfang Guyue snorted coldly: "Young people nowadays really don't know anything!"

Dongfang Huaizhu said helplessly: "You are already old, why bother with them?"

"What do you know!" Dongfang Guyue said angrily, "How could young people like you understand the weight of the saying 'If Heaven had not given birth to me, Li Chungang, the path of swordsmanship would have been dark forever'?"

At this time, Wang Quan Shouzhuo sighed softly and nodded in agreement: "Yes, young people nowadays have almost forgotten Brother Li's fame in the past.

There are so many heroes in the world, but in the past five hundred years, only Li Chungang can catch up with Lu Zu in the way of swordsmanship!

Dongfang Huaizhu looked at the two elders, a strange look flashing in his eyes: "Then Dad, Uncle Shouzhu, what kind of person is Li Chungang? Why do you admire him so much?"

In fact, she had only heard of Li Chungang, the legendary figure known as the Sword God, from a few books since she was a child.

Of course, he would occasionally hear it from his father Dongfang Gu Yue. Almost everyone of the older generation who had seen him was telling the story of Li Chungang.

So her understanding of Li Chungang was actually not that much. She had only heard of his name but didn't know anything about him!

Even Dongfang Qinlan, who was originally watching the show on the side, pricked up her ears, her face full of anticipation.

Dongfang Gu Yue and Wang Quan Shouzhuo looked at each other and remained silent for a long time.

Dongfang Huaizhu was no longer surprised by this. Whenever he asked his father about Li Chungang's deeds, he would keep silent.

But they often tell each other's legendary past, which seems a bit contradictory.

Just when Dongfang Huaizhu thought they wouldn't answer, Dongfang Guyue suddenly spoke: "He... is a bastard who doesn't keep his promises."

The voice was very soft, but it revealed an indescribable complexity.

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On top of the high wall, Gu Yi took a deep breath and slowly raised the Trojan Horse Ox.

"Wang Xianzhi, take this sword!"

"Green snake with two sleeves!"

Before he finished speaking, the sword was already in motion!

"Swish——"

Two giant green pythons roared out from the sword, one on the left and one on the right, tearing the sky apart!

This is Li Chungang’s famous skill - two sleeves of green snakes!

"You've actually managed to transform the two-sleeved green snakes into a physical form with your Qi. That's quite interesting."

"But... it's still a little naive!"

A gleam of light flashed in Wang Xianzhi's eyes, and he finally raised his right hand and slapped out with a palm.

"boom!"

The air waves surged and the entire platform shook violently.

The two green pythons collided with the palm force, causing a deafening roar.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Wang Xianzhi was still standing there, his clothes intact.

But Gu Yi took three steps back, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Not bad." Wang Xianzhi nodded slightly. "It's about 70% of Li Jianshen's level."

Gu Yi wiped away the blood and grinned: "This is just the beginning."

He suddenly pulled out the other sword stuck in the ground, crossed the two swords, and his momentum suddenly rose!

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Offstage, Dongfang Huaizhu curiously asked, "Dad, you just said Li Chungang didn't keep his promise?"

Dongfang Guyue's eyes were far away, as if he had returned to many years ago: "He promised me that he would come to your mother and I's wedding, but he disappeared for twenty years...

Later, when I saw him again, I asked him to come to your full moon banquet, but..."

Having said this, Dongfang Gu Yue fell silent and did not continue.

"What happened later?" Dongfang Qinlan asked.

Fortunately, Wang Quan Shouzhuo added: "Later... Brother Li died in Tushan!"

……

On the battlefield above, Gu Yi drew out both swords, and the sword energy was as strong as a rainbow.

But Wang Xianzhi still looked calm and took on all of Gu Yi's moves with one hand!

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

Every collision caused space shock, and the spectators had to step back and avoid it.

"Too strong..." Wang Quan Baiye muttered, "Is this a true showdown between the strongest?"

Yang Jian stood beside him, his eyes deep: "It's not possible, at least it's far from enough for a duel of equal strength!"

Anyone with a discerning eye could see the situation of the two of them, and Gu Yi couldn't hold on for much longer.

Wang Xianzhi fought with his hands behind his back, passively defending, with no desire to attack.

He just wanted to see with his own eyes how much the other party had grown over the years.

At this time, after thirty moves, Gu Yi's offensive began to weaken.

Wang Xianzhi seized the opportunity and slapped him on the chest.

"puff--"

Gu Yi spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, and fell heavily on the edge of the platform.

Wang Xianzhi stood with his hands behind his back and said, "Admit defeat. You are no match for me."

Gu Yi struggled to his feet and grinned, "There's no such thing as surrender in a swordsman's dictionary."

Chapter 169 Is there really no one among our generation of swordsmen? !

On the smoke-filled ruins, Gu Yi slowly stood up.

The blood at the corner of his mouth had not dried yet, and the knuckles holding the sword had long been cracked, but his eyes were brighter than ever.

The Trojan Horse Cow was stuck on the ground not far away, emitting a dim light in the setting sun.

"It's not over yet..."

Gu Yi's voice was very soft, but it made the entire Wudi City quiet.

Wang Xianzhi looked at this stubborn young man, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"I've been cultivating my sword for twelve years, all for this one battle!" Gu Yi raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, "How can it end like this?"

He stretched out his hand and the sword stuck in the ground flew into his palm.

The sword was emerald green all over, and at this moment it was emitting an astonishing sword aura, vibrating slightly as if it had life.

Wang Xianzhi finally showed a serious look: "I almost forgot, you still have a sword!"

"The last sword." Gu Yi took a deep breath, pointing the tip of the sword straight to the sky, "This sword I have been nurturing for twelve years."