Seeing that Cai Wei and the big black horse were about to die under the stone platform, the ghost cry suddenly appeared. And where he was just now, there is still an afterimage of him.

Looking at the stone platform that was tumbling down, the ghost cried and drew his sword and slashed.

Choke!

A knife flies, and the waves of fire are churning.

The stone platform, which was as strong as iron, was split in two, and flew out from both sides, and smashed into the ground on both sides with a bang, and the earth cracked and snow flew up.

The ground shattered and a massive head burst out of the ground.

Immediately after, a pair of huge wings rose from both sides, bringing a radiant wind.

Each feather seemed to be made of steel, exuding a metallic luster, neatly arranged all over its body.

It turned out that they were on the body of a giant eagle with a wingspan of ten feet. And that stone platform suppressed the head of this giant eagle.

The old man surnamed Wu suddenly had a blue face, and his body suddenly rose up.

Yellowish gas, pouring from countless mountain peaks, constantly covered his body.

One, two, three......

When he was five zhang high, the old man surnamed Wu stopped growing. By this time, he had become a giant stone giant.

The chains churned out, and the giant eagle was entangled in the chains, struggling desperately to break the chains.

The demonic spirit was soaring, and the sea of clouds under his feet was boiling.

The ghost cries out of thin air, and the bell swings violently. Rampant evil thoughts broke through the boiling demonic qi and split a path. The big black horse carried Cai Wei through the snow, along the road split by Devil Cry, and went straight to another mountain.

And Devil Cry fell from mid-air and landed on the back of the giant eagle. In the midst of the violent churning, he hurriedly stabbed the giant eagle in the back with a knife to prevent himself from being thrown out.

The stone giant condensed by the old man surnamed Wu took root on the ground, standing firmly on the back of the giant eagle, no matter how it tossed, it couldn't get rid of it.

He slowly pulled out the huge long sword more than two feet long at his waist, bent down, grabbed the giant eagle's feathers with one hand, and raised the sword with one hand to stab down.

"Dead ghost, you dare!"

A high-pitched voice broke through the clouds, and another stone giant rose into the air and smashed down here.

With both hands, he grabbed the iron chain that rose straight from the ground and pulled it down with all his might.

The giant eagle let out a wail, and was actually dragged back little by little.

The giant sword in the hand of the old man surnamed Wu began to change, and the originally sharp tip of the sword spread out in all directions, and a sharp sword turned into a thick stick.

As soon as the stick was thrust down, the stones quickly covered the giant eagle's body like flowing water.

Click!

The giant eagle that had just been alive and kicking had turned into a mountain top again, and a new stone platform appeared with a stone monument.

Ghost Walk!

The ghost cried up into the air, avoiding the water-like stones beneath his feet. It wasn't until the stone had set again that he hit the ground.

The huge stone giant collapsed, and the old man surnamed Wu returned to his original state, his expression a little sluggish. With a big yawn, he pulled out the sword at his waist, and a series of sword shadows flashed, and the smooth stone tablet was instantly covered with sword marks.

Then, put the sword back into the sheath, hunted in clothes, and the gray beard on his face flew wildly, he was really a peerless swordsman,

"You're an old immortal!"

With a loud shout, the white and tender fist smashed on his old face, and the old man surnamed Wu flew out, smashed to the ground, rolled and rubbed on the ground, rolled all the way down the ridge, and disappeared into the vast sea of clouds.

The proprietress appeared, and it turned out that she was another stone giant.

A punch knocked the old man surnamed Wu away, she clasped her hands in front of her chest, panting, and bursts of scolding resounded through the mountain.

It turned out that she was the goddaughter of the goddess of Wushan.

The giant eagle at her feet is her dowry.

And the old man surnamed Wu is naturally the swordsman surnamed Wu at the beginning, that is, the mountain god of Bailong Mountain.

At the beginning, she and the old man surnamed Wu jointly sealed the giant eagle on the top of this mountain, planning to wait for the giant eagle to succumb and use it as a mount.

But more than 100 years have passed, the old man surnamed Wu obviously forgot about it, and took Cai Wei to practice swordsmanship in a daze, accidentally released the giant eagle, and almost killed the giant eagle, which caused the proprietress to be extremely angry and punched the old man surnamed Wu away.

Ghost Cry bent down, tried to hide his figure, looked at the fierce proprietress and quietly stepped back.

Suddenly, a hand patted him on the shoulder. It was an old man surnamed Wu, and he came back with the earth escape technique.

"Be careful, come with me. He whispered.

......

In the early morning, outside the iron gate, there was an uninhabited ravine.

A crack suddenly cracked in the earth, and Devil Cry and the group walked out.

The old man surnamed Wu came out last and closed the crack.

"I'll be able to deliver here at most. The old man surnamed Wu said.

The ghost cried and hugged his fists and said: "Thank you seniors, it's just that the juniors have a question, I don't know if to ask." ”

You ask. ”

"Why did the seniors personally take action and send me to wait for the White Dragon Valley. ”

"That's it!" The old man surnamed Wu poured a sip of wine into his mouth: "Naturally, it is to see what the person who is favored by the fairy sword Qingfeng looks like?"

"Qingfeng?" Ghost Cry was very surprised: "Why does the senior know about Qingfeng?"

The old man surnamed Wu laughed: "At the beginning, when the old man was still handsome and chic, he was also taken by Qingfeng and almost became the master of Qingfeng Sword. ”

However, at that time, the old man surnamed Wu was obsessed with chopping stones, and he was getting thinner and thinner, so he could only live up to the deep love of the fairy sword breeze.

"Look at the way you look, why haven't you become the Breeze Sword Master yet?"

"I don't want to be the Breeze Sword Master. The ghost cried and shook his head.

The old man surnamed Wu was greatly surprised: "Do you know that once you become the Qingfeng Sword Master, even I will not dare to face your edge." ”

Who is the old man surnamed Wu, the mountain god of Bailong Mountain.

Because he was already strong enough during his lifetime, and his location was one of the few outlets in Bashu, the incense was extremely prosperous. Coupled with his deeds during his lifetime, many swordsmen and inkmen have great respect for him, and there are countless poems related to him, which makes his incense even more prosperous.

In this world, there are only a few mountain gods who can be stronger than him. (One of them is his mother-in-law, the goddess of Wushan)

But even if he is so strong, he has to admit that he doesn't dare to face the sword master, which shows the strength of the sword master.

"Becoming a sword master is not what I want. ”

"What a good one for me. The old man surnamed Wu sighed with emotion, and then looked at Cai Wei: "Girl, come here." ”

Cai Wei walked over and said, "Master." ”

The old man surnamed Wu was full of relief: "I thought that my swordsmanship would be buried in the valley for the rest of my life, but I didn't expect that there would be a day when it would be spread." ”

Cai Wei said seriously: "I will not let the master's swordsmanship be ashamed." ”

The old man surnamed Wu said: "I believe in you, but there is one last gift for you." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the ghost and cried: "Boy, let's have a fight!"

The old man surnamed Wu taught Cai Wei how to use his swordsmanship to fight with nature and fight with demons in his heart, but he hadn't taught her how to fight people.

Swordsmanship, in the beginning, is always a fight with people.