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Li Chungang did not retreat but advanced. With a flick of his wrist, the momentum of the Trojan Horse and Ox Sword suddenly changed. The sword tip flickered like a snake's tongue and pierced Zhang Fuyao's throat!

"Two sleeves of green snake!"

In an instant, the sword energy in his sleeves burst out, and it was like two giant green pythons breaking through the air, one on the left and one on the right, rushing towards Zhang Fuyao!

Zhang Fuyao's expression remained unchanged, the Qingming Sword swirled, and the tip of the sword drew a circle.

"Tai Chi: Transforming Strength."

Wherever the sword passed, the air flowed like water, actually drawing the two sword energy green snakes to one place, strangling each other, and finally disappearing into nothingness!

Li Chungang laughed: "Good!"

He suddenly approached, and the momentum of the Trojan Horse and Ox Sword changed again. The sword edge was like a rainstorm, and he stabbed thirty-six times in an instant, and each sword was aimed at the major acupoints on Zhang Fuyao's body!

Zhang Fuyao did not dodge or evade. The Qingming Sword circled in front of him like a dragon. Wherever the sword passed, it left behind condensed and lingering sword energy afterimages in the air.

Finally, it turned into a Tai Chi diagram, blocking all of Li Chungang's attacks!

Chapter 67 A showdown across time!

"boom--!"

The sword energy exploded, the stone slabs on the ground shattered into pieces, and smoke and dust rose up!

Before the smoke and dust cleared, Zhang Fuyao had already jumped up, holding the Qingming Sword high. The yin and yang energies flowed through the sword, subtly attracting the power of heaven and earth!

"My friend, I hope you can take this next sword strike!"

"Tao follows nature, and the sword unites yin and yang!"

"Yin Yang·Heavenly Slash!"

Cut it off with one sword!

The sword light poured down like a river from the sky, and it actually split into black and white in mid-air, like two yin and yang dragons entwined, roaring and rushing towards Li Chungang!

Li Chungang's eyes were filled with fighting spirit, and the tip of the Trojan Ox sword shook, and it actually let out a clear roar like a dragon's roar!

"All the magics, one sword opens the gate to heaven!"

He raised his sword to meet the attack, and wherever the sword pointed, the air was torn like cloth. A bright sword light shot up into the sky, as if to split the world in half!

"boom--!!!"

The two swords collided, a wave of air exploded, and the entire Wudang Mountain was shaken!

When the smoke and dust cleared, the two men stood at opposite ends.

A tear appeared on Li Chungang's sleeve, and the hem of Zhang Fuyao's Taoist robe was also cut by the sword energy.

The two looked at each other and suddenly laughed at the same time.

"happy!"

"Wudang's swordsmanship is truly worthy of its reputation."

Zhang Fuyao also put away his sword and stood, and the yin and yang energies on the Qingming Sword slowly subsided.

"Little friend Li's sword is worthy of the title of Sword God."

"He is no less than Lu Zu back then!"

In this battle, there was no winner between the two.

Because once victory or defeat is decided, blood must be shed!

This is not what the two want to see.

At this moment, a gleam of light flashed in Zhang Fuyao's eyes, although it was only for a moment.

But Li Chungang noticed it because he had been observing the other person.

At this moment, the opponent's changes and the sword skills he just used also confirmed what he thought.

"It's great that you are still here!" Li Chungang said silently in his heart.

As the two finished their competition, the Qingming Sword returned to the Wudang Ancestral Hall.

Tushan.

At this time, Tushan Honghong and Tushan Rongrong had already arrived at a palace under the bitter love tree.

In front of a crystal coffin.

There was another person lying in the coffin.

It was Kong Qing who was rescued by Zhang Sanfeng that year.

"Sister, what happened to Kong Qing?"

It turned out that just now, the coffin had shaken.

As if it was about to explode.

Tushan Honghong stepped forward and reached out to touch the edge of the coffin.

"It must be that Wudang didn't know what happened, which caused the shock."

Hearing this, Tushan Rongrong looked puzzled: "Strange, I haven't seen such a situation in all these years..."

Tushan Honghong seemed not to hear Tushan Rongrong's words, and looked at Kong Qing lying in the coffin.

She thought of the previous head of Tushan, her adoptive mother, Feng Qi.

In her heart, the woman who raised her had long been regarded as her own biological mother.

Unexpectedly...

When she thought of this, she suddenly felt extremely upset.

And in a place that no one could see, there was a black spot on Tushan Honghong's body that was so small that no one could notice it, and it was eating away at her.

Tushan Rongrong, who was standing by, seemed to notice something was wrong with her sister.

"Sister, are you okay?"

Tushan Rongrong's voice echoed in Tushan Honghong's ears, making her "wake up" quickly.

"I'm fine. Let's go to Wudang and see what's going on."

As dusk deepens, Wudang Mountain is shrouded in silence.

After arranging Li Chungang to rest in Wudang, Zhang Fuyao came to the Wudang Ancestral Hall.

Inside the ancestral hall, candlelight flickers, sandalwood incense lingers, and tablets of ancestors from past generations are enshrined.

As soon as Zhang Fuyao stepped into the ancestral hall, he saw a light blue shadow standing in front of the portrait, with its back to him and its hands behind its back.

"Ancestor!" Zhang Fuyao bowed and saluted with a respectful tone.

The shadow slowly turned around, and his face gradually became clear—it was Zhang Sanfeng!

"Yeah." Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly, his voice vague.

Zhang Fuyao stood up straight, his eyes still full of doubt: "Grandmaster, just now you borrowed my body to fight Li Chungang...?"

Zhang Sanfeng's shadow flicked his sleeves, and the candlelight in the ancestral hall flickered without wind, reflecting his slightly solemn expression.

"He is not Master. Although he looks like Master, his swordsmanship is different from Master's!"

Zhang Fuyao's brows twitched slightly: "No, it's impossible that it's reincarnation..."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head: "I don't know either, but what I can be sure of is that this person's talent and current strength are so strong that he is indeed the person we need!"

"If I were the same age as him, I'm afraid today wouldn't just be a draw!"

"Of course, there's also the little guy Wang Xianzhi."

"Actually, I'm really looking forward to this little guy growing up. Focusing on his physical body, he's truly unprecedented and unparalleled!"

Zhang Fuyao nodded in agreement and said, "Indeed, if we talk about the peak of martial arts in the world today, Li Chungang is the master of swordsmanship, and Wang Xianzhi is the master of all things with his strength. Both of them are the best."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at him with a far-reaching gaze: "Alas, if Master were still here, why would we need to go through so much trouble!"

Just as the two were talking, a golden light suddenly appeared outside the ancestral hall!

"call out--!"

A brilliant golden light streaked down like a meteor, instantly penetrating the roof of the ancestral hall, but without damaging a single brick or tile, as if it were an illusory object.

The golden light fell to the ground and turned into a figure.

The man had golden hair, six ears, and wore a crimson battle robe.

"Hahaha! Zhang Sanfeng, after so many years, you still like to talk nonsense!" The six-eared macaque grinned, his voice so loud that the beams of the ancestral hall rustled.

Zhang Sanfeng's shadow was not annoyed at all, but instead smiled: "Second Miss, long time no see."

The six-eared macaque walked up to the two of them with a carefree look, glancing at Zhang Fuyao. "Is this the young Taoist priest you and my brother chose? He looks okay, a Great Demon King!"

"But if that's all, I'm afraid it's not enough!"

Zhang Fuyao smiled bitterly, but did not dare to refute.

The person in front of you is the second lady of Aolai Kingdom, Liu'er Macaque.

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head.

"He is the luck of Wudang!"

Then he told what he had planned with the Third Young Master of Aolai.

Since Liu'er Mihou would not ask about the affairs of the Third Young Master of Aolai, he was naturally unaware of Zhang Fuyao.

"I wonder if the Second Miss came to Wudang for some important matter?"

In fact, Zhang Sanfeng had already guessed the other party's purpose of coming here, but he still had to pretend to be stupid.

"It's all because of you. He's busy right now, so he asked me to come and see you. He doesn't want you to die here!"

The six-eared macaque took out a peach from somewhere and started eating it.

He said this while eating, with a helpless tone in his voice.

Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng smiled awkwardly.

"Who was the one who fought with you?"

"You should have heard of his name, Li Chungang!"

When Liu'er Mihou heard these three words, he immediately fell into deep thought.

"do not know!"

Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Fuyao looked at each other, then looked at each other.

A face full of doubt.

They didn't believe what Liu'er Mihou said at all.

"Okay, okay, just kidding."

"How could I not recognize the Sword God of today?"

Chapter 68 Gathering at Wudang

As soon as Liu'er Mihou finished speaking, the three of them looked towards the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Zhang Sanfeng stood with his hands behind his back, his deep gaze seemed to penetrate layers of clouds and mist and reach the foot of the mountain.

He pondered for a moment and spoke first: "Fuyao, go and take a look."

Zhang Fuyao nodded slightly and replied respectfully, "Yes, Master."

He was about to turn and leave when the Six-Eared Macaque suddenly yawned and lazily interrupted, "I'll go with you. By the way, please find me a place to stay in Wudang for a while!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fuyao turned his gaze to Zhang Sanfeng, as if seeking his opinion.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled faintly and nodded, "Then let Fuyao take the second young lady down to rest."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Sanfeng's figure had disappeared from the spot, as if he had never appeared.

The six-eared macaque curled his lips and muttered, "You really leave as soon as you say so."