Xuanyuan Qingfeng watched the fist gang Changhong rushing towards him, and he couldn't do anything.
I'm afraid that in the eyes of the second-grade little grandmaster, this hostess of Daxueping is a little vulnerable.
Ordinary martial artists feel that as long as they are lucky enough to enter the realm of celestial phenomena, the qi in their bodies can penetrate the heavens and the earth, and they can be inexhaustible.
This kind of cognition can not be said wrong, only half of it is right, the master of the celestial realm is not the land immortal of the world after all, the master of this realm, Gao Shulu once compared to the erection of the green cloud ladder, from the next layer of sitting on the top of Kunlun to watch the sea, there is obviously a difference, one is still climbing, one has reached the top, so as long as someone breaks this ladder of the green clouds, it can only stop, Han Mink Temple is good at killing celestial phenomena, it is because of the finger of this human cat, the most suitable for demolishing the ladder.
It's just that Han Sheng Xuan has to get close to his body to peel off the cocoon, but Wang Xianzhi is not, from beginning to end, this Martial Emperor City City Lord has not been close to Xuanyuan Qingfeng, breaking the lock with his bare hands, Qinglong entering the water, and two punches successively, even if you add that part of the cliff walk, the distance between the two is not close.
At this moment, Xuanyuan Qingfeng's head was empty, and he couldn't think of anything.
I can't remember the Manlong Guiyu in Huishan, the long mellow fragrance of my daughter's red, and the rainstorm on the snowy lawn.
When she exhaled a breath of turbid air, it was equivalent to unloading her last breath, allowing only the remaining qi machine to collapse, and even the purple clothes became more and more swaying with the wind.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng closed his eyes, his heart was like water, and the last thought was that the two were clear.
When I was a child, I didn't know anything about the world, I always liked to ask this and that with the nerdy father, I somehow asked about the love between men and women, my father has always liked to interpret words, so he used clear words to solve the love word, the two words are water and heart on the side, when to do the heart like stop water, when to really let go, it is considered completely clear.
Wang Xianzhi stood on the top of the cliff, saw the purple clothes where Changhong collided, and frowned, this woman was dying and realized, but it was too late.
Wang Xianzhi couldn't change his mind and beat the fist gang by himself, leaving the woman with a surname, but the old man was too lazy to wait for the next Sina head on the rivers and lakes.
At the moment when Baihong Fist Gang was about to blow up Xuanyuan Qingfeng, Wang Xianzhi turned his head suddenly, looking at the left bank of the Guangling River, as far as the eye could see, he could see a middle-aged Taoist priest running to the iron pillar near the site of the iron lock Shenjiang River, and then jumped high across the wide river, and landed on another iron pillar on the opposite bank.
The sword qi has just arrived, and this is one of the essences of the Immortal Imperial Sword.
I saw that the swift fist was cut off without warning when the Taoist priest stopped, and it disappeared in an instant, and Song Nianqing, who was replaced by the fourteenth new sword, handed out any move, it would not be so neat, even if the fist was cut in two, Wang Xianzhi's fist could still use the first half to kill Xuanyuan Qingfeng with the first half of the force, instead of being wiped out at the moment.
Wang Xianzhi stood proudly on the top of the cliff, the first time I guessed the identity of this sword practitioner, sword idiot Wang Xiaoping, has always been known for the purity of the sword heart, according to legend, this person practiced sword from the unsettled, Wudang eighty-one peaks towards the big top, the interval is far and near, Wang Xiaoping has always stood on a peak to practice swords, the sword points to another peak, there are brothers on the peak to throw a fallen leaf, until the sword qi hits the leaf but does not wear the leaf, it is considered complete.
Wang Xianzhi used to wait for the world's top martial artists to enter the city and climb the tower in the East China Sea, but there were only a handful of people who waited, and Wang Xiaoping was one of them, because Wang Xianzhi was very curious about whether this Taoist priest who carried the Wudang sword path was expected to surpass Deng Tai'a's unparalleled murderous aura.
Wang Xianzhi was not angry about Wang Xiaoping's sudden appearance today, as well as breaking the fist with the sword before it was unsheathed, let alone angry and angry to beat the water dog, and let Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who had picked up a life, fall into the water and ignore it, even if she passed that level due to a blessing in disguise, and her future achievements reached an unattainable height in the martial arts, it was no longer something that Wang Xianzhi wanted to care about.
Wang Xianzhi now just wants to comprehend and comprehend Wang Xiaoping's next sword.
Wang Xiaoping stood on the shore, holding an ordinary Taoist peachwood sword in his hand, and looked up at the old man.
Since this old man defeated Li Chungang, he has no equal opponent, and in the hearts of all the people who practice swordsmanship in Wang Xiaoping, this is an indescribable sullenness, because he Wang Xianzhi stepped on the head of the sword and climbed to the top of the rivers and lakes.
The prosperity of the sword forest, has always been known to occupy half of the rivers and lakes, and after Li Chungang lost, he was as strong as the new sword god Deng Tai'a failed to pull Wang Xianzhi off the altar, followed by the great master of the sword, the old master of the Wu family's sword mound Su Wang Jian, Song Nianqing, the sword pool of Dongyue, also could not express his mind with a sword, as long as Wang Xianzhi was alive for a day, the swordsman could not raise his head for a day, how to talk about a sword matter Wang Xiaoping has been practicing swords since he was a child, and he thought that one day he would ask the Sword Martial Emperor City and ask Wang Xianzhi, who once said, "I see the swordsmen in the world as if they were servants": There is really no one in my generation of swordsmen Wang Xianzhi said loudly: "Wang Xiaoping, before the old man enters the territory of Beiliang, he can only wait for you three swords. ” Wang Xiaoping didn't reply loudly, retracted his gaze, glanced at the peachwood sword in his hand, and said softly: "One sword is enough." ” Wang Xianzhi rushed to Beiliang this time, in fact, he didn't go fast, too fast, the long-awaited battle would become meaningless, but he couldn't go too slowly, the young woman surnamed Jiang opened the gate of heaven by force, Wang Xianzhi could not take it to heart at all, but if he changed to the surname Xu, it would be difficult to say.
Huang Longshi's demon who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, will be the remnants of the eight dead countries into the rivers and lakes, all kinds of opportunities are repeated, chaos is rampant, there are Cao Changqing, Deng Tai'a, Chen Zhibao and other martial arts geniuses poured out, not to mention a hundred years of rare encounters, it is not too much to call it a fifty-year encounter, the result is like mushrooms in the same spring, not caring about whether there will be no harvest in the next year, you must know that many things are divided into big years and small years, big years are too big, and small years are really too small.
In this big batch of spring shoots, the young man surnamed Xu is undoubtedly a rising star, but his position is under Wang Xianzhi, an evergreen old bamboo In fact, Xuanyuan Qingfeng lost not as unjustly as he imagined, for so many years, only Deng Tai'a's flying sword, Cao Changqing's sleeve, Gu Jiantang's square inch thunder, the sword qi at the end of the young Song Nianqing's strong crossbow, and the dying sword of the Sword Nine Yellow Formation Diagram can be described as very few.
Of course, the most recent time was the fist of the young feudal king.
Wang Xiaoping suddenly raised his head and smiled: "Wang Xianzhi, what are you doing standing so high?"
After finishing speaking, Wang Xiaoping raised his left arm slightly to lift the sword, twisted his wrist, pointed at the gorge wall with the peach wood sheath, slanted slightly, as if he was pointing, and gently patted the hilt of the sword with his right hand.
This sword in his hand is one of more than a dozen new peach wood swords made this summer, because it is not the best material of the sword Feicheng peach wood, the color is only slightly copper, not to mention how the wood fragrance is pleasant, he and the useless monk Liu Songtao lived together, the nearby villagers had heard that the hanging peach wood in the door can ward off evil spirits, but they did not dare to carve the sword privately, and finally caught a righteous Taoist priest, at first it was only a fisherman and Wang Xiaoping asked for a peach wood sword, and then a spread of ten and hundred, the people came to the door, Wang Xiaoping did not refuse, all of them should be inherited, and they are still in arrears with eight handles.
Peach, ghost wood also.
Almost everyone on Wudang Mountain has a peachwood sword, before going down the mountain, Wang Xiaoping has a Fu sword god, but it has become an outlier, remember the beginning of the mountain, the younger brother Hong Xixiang sent to the mountain gate archway, smiled and said that he helped him, the little brother Wang, carved half a peachwood sword, Wang Xiaoping was fighting the sword down the mountain, where would care about a peachwood sword at his fingertips up and down the mountain.
The tail of the peachwood sword, after a beat, was slightly warped.
"Up."
Wang Xiaoping said a word softly.
After a moment of silence, there was a long and incessant rumbling sound.
I saw the gorge wall at the foot of Wang Xianzhi, from the bottom to the top, if there is a big sword to open the mountain from it, the cliff is split into two halves, and there are constantly mountain rocks rolling into the river, stirring up a thousand waves.
"The sword is already so courageous, it seems that I want to learn from Li Chungang's unsheath, since you are only willing to use a sword, the old man is with you."
Wang Xianzhi smiled and jumped off the cliff gently, the falling speed was not too fast, and before his feet fell on the water, there happened to be a boulder cracking out of the mountain, Wang Xianzhi stretched out a palm to support the heavy wall stone several people high, and ran towards Wang Xiaoping's side to step on the river.
Holding up the 10,000-pound boulder with one hand, but on the river surface at Wang Xianzhi's feet, there were only barely visible ripples that were stepped on.
Wang Xiaoping looked at the strange scene of rolling stones on the river, and for no reason remembered that the senior brother in charge of the Canglan River was pointing at the time, not to show off the mysterious skills of the gods on the mountain in front of the people, but the torrential rain came suddenly, and several ferries were stormy, so the senior brother stopped the turbulent river upstream until the ferry arrived safely.
In the past, on the mountain, he Wang Xiaoping was the most diligent and obsessed one among the senior brothers who practiced martial arts, he always felt that the senior brothers did not take the cultivation too seriously, and it was okay not to be strict about the Tao of immortality, but it was inevitable that he didn't care too much about the four words "Wudang Dangxing", the senior brother Wang Chonglou always said that he was not in a hurry, and the senior brother Hong who called him Senior Brother Wang was always a little angry and resentful, but when he heard that the junior brother really went down the mountain one day, Wang Xiaoping felt that it would be better for the junior brother to stay on the mountain for the rest of his life to cultivate that unthinkable way Wang Xiaoping was completely forgetful, as if he didn't see that Wang Xianzhi had already carried the boulder to the thunder.
Wang Xiaoping smiled knowingly.
I remember that when I was young, Wang Chonglou, who was a fellow brother and a loving father, always liked to throw a child high into the sky, and then hugged him and said "catch" with a smile.
I remembered sitting on the neck of my senior brother Song Zhiming and going to the top of the Big Lotus Peak to watch the fall.
I remember when I was a teenager, I won the sword competition and was once said by the master to be the most important brother Chen Xuan, but Senior Brother Chen was not disappointed, he just turned his back and left, and afterwards I heard that Senior Brother Chen was smiling from ear to ear.
I remembered that my senior brother Yu Xingrui would always go to the purple bamboo forest to talk to him about some interesting stories under the mountain every time he went down the mountain, regardless of whether he was impatient or not.
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Wang Xiaoping returned to his usual sword-gripping posture, and at the same time took a step back with his right foot, and held the hilt of the peachwood sword with his right hand.
Close your eyes slowly.
The middle-aged Taoist priest stood on the bank of the Guangling River, and the river receded.
Behind him, the iron pillar of the padlock barricade began to shake violently, and the pedestal began to crack inch by inch.
Wang Xiaoping only thought of four words in his heart.
Wudang has a sword
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