Fox Demon: Starts with Lu Zu template

"I didn't expect that he was actually alive..." Gu Yi murmured to himself.

When he fought with Wang Xianzhi, he was not fatally injured, but he had exhausted all his strength.

It was for this reason that Yang Jian had the opportunity to use secret methods to protect his soul, allowing him to be reborn today.

However, Gu Yi was extremely weak at the moment. Only one tenth of his originally powerful sword energy remained, and even standing seemed a bit difficult for him.

He looked around and found himself in a desolate cemetery. In the distance, the outline of a towering palace was vaguely visible.

"That's... Qingyuan Palace?" Gu Yi narrowed his eyes.

Although he had slept here for a long time, this was the first time he saw this palace with his own eyes.

Dragging his weak body, Gu Yi walked towards Qingyuan Palace step by step.

The weeds along the way brushed against his robe, making a rustling sound.

As the distance got closer, the overall picture of Qingyuan Palace gradually became clear - vermilion palace walls, golden glazed tiles, and exquisite mythical beast patterns carved on the eaves and corners, showing solemnity and luxury everywhere.

When he arrived at the palace gate, Gu Yi stopped.

He reached out and touched the heavy palace door, feeling the traces of time left on it.

With a gentle push, the palace gate made a creaking sound and slowly opened.

Stepping into the hall, Gu Yi was shocked by the scene before him.

On both sides, candles are always burning and incense is curling. The furnishings in the hall are simple and elegant, and there is a solemn and dignified atmosphere everywhere.

Gu Yi walked slowly forward, carefully looking at every detail.

His perception told him that Guanjiangkou was empty at this time.

Just when Gu Yi was wondering where everyone had gone, Yang Jian, who was far away in Wudang Mountain, suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a faint smile.

This scene happened to be captured by Zhang Sanfeng who was standing next to him.

"Aren't you going to Wudi City?" Zhang Sanfeng suddenly asked, his eyes still looking into the distance.

Yang Jian withdrew his thoughts and shook his head gently: "Since the result is already known, why bother going again?"

He paused, then continued, "It would be better to stay in Wudang and enjoy the scenery and flowers."

Zhang Sanfeng frowned slightly when he heard this.

He naturally understood the deeper meaning in Yang Jian's words—in the showdown between Wang Quan Baiye and Wang Xianzhi, the outcome had already been decided.

With Wang Quanbaiye's strength, even with the help of the Qingming Sword, his hope of defeating Wang Xianzhi, who is known as the "second best in the world", is still slim.

Not to mention the kingship, even if the Sword God Li Chungang were alive, he might not be able to defeat the current Wang Xianzhi.

"I'm asking you." Zhang Sanfeng turned around and looked straight into Yang Jian's eyes.

"Your strength is unrivaled in the world, why don't you challenge Wang Xianzhi?"

In Zhang Sanfeng's opinion, throughout history, apart from his master Lü Dongxuan, the only person who could possibly defeat Wang Xianzhi in his prime was the Erlang Zhenjun in front of him.

Even the third young master of Aolai would find it difficult to shake Wang Xianzhi's position unless he returned to his heyday.

Facing Zhang Sanfeng's question, Yang Jian smiled calmly: "It's not time yet. At least we have to wait until this is over."

His tone was calm, yet revealed an unquestionable firmness.

Zhang Sanfeng knew that since Yang Jian said this, there must be a deeper meaning behind it, so he didn't ask any more questions.

.........

Inside Qingyuan Palace, Gu Yi had already taken a general tour of the entire palace.

After discovering that Qingyuan Palace was indeed empty, Gu Yi stood in front of the palace gate and pondered for a long time.

The mountain breeze blew across his slightly pale face, and a sense of uneasiness spread in his heart.

He suddenly had a strong premonition that a shocking decisive battle was about to take place in Wudi City.

"Then let's go and take a look..." Gu Yi muttered to himself.

Although his strength was only one tenth of what it was at the moment, the intuition that came from his swordsman's instinct made him unable to ignore it.

He took one last look at the majestic Qingyuan Palace, then turned and walked towards Wudi City.

.........

Half a month later, Wudi City.

It was a sunny day with no clouds in the sky.

Wudi City was bustling with activity, with warriors coming and going from all directions. Suddenly, a clear voice echoed throughout the city:

"I have come to ask the Emperor for advice on his royal power and hegemony!"

Before the voice fell, ten figures were already standing on the top of Wudi City.

The leader was dressed in white, with an ancient green sword hanging from his waist and a signature mask on his face.

Behind him, nine figures also wearing masks lined up in a row - they were the other members of the Masked Group.

There was an uproar in the city.

The scene of Wang Quanbaiye's defeat in Wudi City five years ago is still vivid in people's minds. Now he dares to challenge the invincible Wang Xianzhi again?

At the highest point of Wudi City, a burly figure slowly stood up.

Wang Xianzhi's domineering aura made everyone present hold their breath involuntarily.

"You're finally here." Wang Xianzhi's voice was flat, but it sounded like thunder in everyone's ears.

Wang Quan Baiye took off the mask on his face, revealing his angular face.

He slowly drew the Qingming Ancient Sword from his waist, and the blade glowed with a faint green light: "Today, I have come to learn from the Martial Emperor's skills."

Wang Xianzhi's gaze fell on the Qingming Sword, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Lü Zu's sword? Interesting."

"You don't think you can defeat me with just a sword, do you?"

"You won't know whether you can win until you fight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Quanbaye took action.

He first used the thirteen sword techniques of the Wang Quan family, with sword light like a rainbow and majestic momentum; then the sword momentum changed and turned into the Wudang Tai Chi sword technique, with sword moves that were harmonious and smooth, combining hardness and softness.

Wang Xianzhi stood still and just casually swung his fist to block.

His actions seemed simple, but he was always able to defuse the offensive of the royal power just right.

Chapter 220 The strongest person in Wang Quan family in five hundred years!

After fifty moves, Wang Quan Baiye was secretly shocked - compared to five years ago, Wang Xianzhi's strength was even more unfathomable now!

"Let's stop testing you now," Wang Xianzhi suddenly said. "Let me see your true strength."

Wang Quan Baiye took a deep breath, pointed the Qingming Sword in his right hand towards the sky and said, "Wang Quan Sword, come!"

"Zheng——"

A clear sword sound resounded through the sky, and the Wang Quan Sword that had been inserted in the top of the Wu Emperor City for many years vibrated violently. Suddenly, it rose from the ground and turned into a golden light and flew into Wang Quan Baiye's left hand.

With two swords in hand, the momentum of the king's hegemony suddenly rose.

The Qingming Sword and the Wangquan Sword, one blue and one gold, complement each other. The light flowing from the swords illuminates half of the sky.

"This sword is called Nirvana!" Wang Quan Baiye said in a deep voice.

"I use this Nine Heavens Nirvana Black Phoenix, and dare to ask the Martial Emperor if he can taste defeat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped up and slashed with his swords.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and the wind and clouds reversed.

A dazzling sword light shot up into the sky like a phoenix rising from the ashes, slashing towards Wang Xianzhi with the power to destroy the world.

The power of this sword shook the entire Wudi City.

Everyone watching the fight was shocked, even the members of the Masked Group were shocked - they had never seen the boss perform such earth-shattering sword moves!

Faced with this shocking sword, Wang Xianzhi finally moved.

"Come on, let me see how much you've improved in the past five years!"

He slowly raised his right fist and punched forward in a simple and unpretentious manner.

"town."

It's just a simple word, but it seems to contain the ultimate truth of heaven and earth.

The fist force collided with the sword light, causing a deafening roar.

The gust of wind swept over, and the bricks and stones on the top of Emperor Wu’s city wall shattered one after another, and the spectators who were closer were directly blown away.

When the smoke and dust cleared, everyone was shocked to find that Wang Quanbaiye's earth-shaking sword was suppressed by Wang Xianzhi's punch!

The sword light was completely shattered, Wang Quan Baiye half-knelt on the ground, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

However, what was even more shocking was that a corner of Wang Xianzhi's sleeve was cut off!

"Good!" Wang Xianzhi suddenly laughed.

"This sword has surpassed your father, Wang Quan Shouzhuo! It can be said to be the strongest sword in the Wang Quan family in 500 years!"

Yes, Wang Quan Baiye’s sword was indeed powerful, but it only cut off a corner of his sleeve.

It’s just like Gu Yi back then, but you have to know that Gu Yi back then had the Sword God to play for him.

This is what hurt Wang Xianzhi. Otherwise, do you really think that the title of Emperor Wu was for nothing?

Maybe Gu Yi is amazing enough, maybe Wang Quan Baiye is genius enough.

But Emperor Wu will always be the lingering nightmare of this world, the mountain that cannot be crossed!

When Wang Quan Baiye heard this, he was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter.

As he laughed, he felt a certain shackle in his heart suddenly break - the sword heart that had been silent for many years finally beat again!

"Thank you, Emperor Wu, for your guidance!" Wang Quan Baiye stood up, there was no more confusion in his eyes, only pure fighting spirit.

"Come again!"

Wang Xianzhi nodded with satisfaction: "That's more like it."

Wang Quanbaye, who had regained his sword heart, straightened his back, and his eyes flashed with an unprecedented sharp light.

He slowly raised his right hand, and the King's Sword flashed a dazzling golden light in the sunlight. The sword energy flowing on the sword body drew ripples in the air like a substance.

"Emperor Wu, please take another blow from me!"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Quan Baiye transformed into a stream of light and soared into the sky.

He held the sword in both hands and raised it above his head. The sword energy wrapped around him like a dragon. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth gathered together madly, forming a huge vortex around the King's Sword.

"A sword of heaven and earth!"

This long roar shook the sky, and the sword of kingship fell with the power to destroy the world.

Completely different from the Heaven and Earth Sword that he had used before, this sword now contained Wang Quanbaiye's lifelong understanding of the sword, and also incorporated the Yin-Yang of Wudang Tai Chi and the essence of Lu Zu's swordsmanship.

Wherever the sword light passed, space was slightly distorted, as if even the heaven and earth were about to be split apart by this sword!

Everyone watching the battle outside Emperor Wu's city was horrified.

Because this sword has surpassed the sword of heaven and earth of any person in the history of the Wang Quan family and reached an unprecedented height!

Wang Xianzhi looked up at the shocking sword falling from the sky, and a trace of solemnity finally flashed in his eyes.

The whole person's aura suddenly changed drastically.

At this moment, he seemed to have merged with the heaven and earth, emitting a suffocating pressure from all over his body.

"What a sword that can conquer heaven and earth." Wang Xianzhi's voice was like thunder.

"Then I'll let you see what the true power of heaven and earth is!"

Wang Xianzhi slowly brought his right fist to his waist, with a heart-pounding power condensed in his fist.

Just when the sword of royal power was about to hit him, he punched out!

"Emperor Fist!"