The old man has seen too many so-called new tricks, but it is just a new bottle of old wine, and it is difficult to escape the rules set by the predecessors, especially the swordsmen, the peaks of the predecessors are too high, and most of the descendants are only on the way to climb the mountain, so during this period, there are no new ideas at all, and it is even more difficult to make Wang Xianzhi's eyes shine.
It's just that Wang Xiaoping's half of the sword, the sword and the sword that have not yet been unsheathed, Wang Xianzhi did not take it lightly, he originally wanted to use the same set to deal with the Huishan woman, with the momentum of the world's unparalleled vast machine, you can attack at will.
Wang Xianzhi, who was resting on the mountain in his palm, finally did not do so freely, from a single palm to a two-handed stone, his footsteps did not stop, and he still ran to Wang Xiaoping on the shore, and his left and right hands were like iron hooks, and the gas machine penetrated into the boulder, first tearing out cracks, and then twisting the whole 10,000-pound stone into hundreds of thousands of pieces of gravel, and the gravel was scattered, and the gravel and the gravel were implicated by the wisps of qi.
Wang Xianzhi's wrists were close to each other, and with a twist of his hands, many gravels that seemed to be about to fall apart instantly re-condensed, forming a stone formation that looked like a large circle from a distance, and there were countless subtle purple lightning flowing wildly between the cracks of the gravel, and as Wang Xianzhi's hands suddenly spread out, above the old man's head, it seemed that a group of purple and black crows showing a half-fan shape appeared.
The crows of gravel crows are not stationary, but one crow and one crow draws water, and the Guangling River at Wang Xianzhi's feet constantly has arm-thick columns of water gushing out of the water.
If the crows are the surface of the fan, then these rapidly rising and rotating water columns become the fan bones of the fan.
Wang Xiaoping went down to Wudang Mountain to sharpen his sword, and today a sword picked up the mountain to force Wang Xianzhi to go down the mountain, but an outsider came, and he was also a person who went down the mountain, but the timing of his appearance happened to be Wang Xiaoping's sword and Wang Xianzhi's crows, which were neither beneficial to the overall situation, nor harmful to the overall situation, so both of them chose to turn a blind eye to this person, intentionally or unintentionally.
This uninvited guest was wearing an old Taoist robe that was cleaned to white, but it was not the style of the dragon and tiger Wudang two mountains, looking at the man who was not confused about the number of years, he was close to the Guangling River a mile away, and happened to see Wang Xianzhi's fist Gang Baihong smashed into a purple cloth, the middle-aged Taoist did not seem to run wildly, every step was still leisurely and leisurely, but almost in the blink of an eye, it was close to the riverside, until Wang Xiaoping slashed Changhong, the Taoist still did not make a move, and then stopped on the shore, watching the purple clothes of Huishan fall into the rolling water in the heart of the river, The Taoist seemed to sigh softly.
The middle-aged Taoist did not jump into the river to save people, turned his head to look at the "fan" created by Wang Xianzhi Xingshi, he frowned, everyone knows that when Wang Lao Wei sat in Wudi City, he ushered in countless masters, and never asked for fancy, in short, that is to fight with him, it will be ugly, no matter whether you are Cao Changqing, who monopolizes the eight fights, or the peach blossom sword god who wins the sword with the sword, will not give the layman that earth-shattering perception of ghosts and gods.
The figure of the Taoist did not move at all, and his left hand drew an arc, bringing ripples, as if he was blocking something invisible, but the five fingers of his right hand were pinching, so fast that it was dazzling.
There are three situations, the time and place are favorable, Yuan Qingshan, the national teacher of Beimang, is good at calculating people, Huang Longshi is particularly good at calculating the time of the day, and he wins with the budget and location.
There are few remaining Spring and Autumn Thirteen Jia, this Taoist who has been hiding his fame from beginning to end occupies the "number of Jia".
Sword in the snow 22 It seems that he is not confused at the age of forty, but in fact he has already exceeded the age of 100, but the way he has cultivated has no hope of reaching the realm of rejuvenating heaven and man in his life, otherwise with his outstanding intelligence, he would have been able to return to his simplicity and return to the basics, and his degree of ease is almost comparable to Lu Zu's crossing the gate of heaven five hundred years ago without entering, but the soaring that the world can't ask for is just a thought of him.
In the long years, he has seen too many ups and downs of the world, and Lu Zu's reincarnated Qi Xuanjiao has discussed many times, raised evil dragons for the Liyang Zhao family in Dilung Mountain, and intrigued with three generations of Dragon and Tiger Mountain Sect Masters, and even earlier, he walked through the rivers and lakes with Liu Songtao, the leader of Zhulu Mountain, who was invincible in the world a hundred years ago, and walked through the rivers and lakes together, and they were also enemies and friends.
The Taoist stopped pinching, and he already knew about the battle between the two in the distance.
Wang Xianzhi is nearly 100 years old, and he has reached the top of the martial arts for nearly a year, compared to ordinary people, he has lived too long, so that almost everyone has forgotten that this burly old man was once a scholar who aspired to the temple, and he also imitated the Qingliu celebrity to go to the lupine scarf to guide the country, but all kinds of fate, he abandoned the book and entered the rivers and lakes, and never looked back.
The devil Huang Sanjia led the national fortune into the rivers and lakes, Wang Xianzhi originally came out on top, similar to a temple minister who coerced the Son of Heaven to order the princes, no one can compete with him, he can swallow most of it, to do the high tree dew four hundred years ago, Liu Songtao a hundred years ago, but Wang Xianzhi did not do so, whether it was Song Nianqing, who was not afraid of tigers, or Cao Changqing, who was new to the heavens, these martial arts trees with luck did not die in Emperor Wu City.
This trip left the East China Sea, facing Xuanyuan Qingfeng who hit the stone with an egg, he could kill or not, but Wang Xiaoping was different, the latter was backed by a Wudang Mountain, and the people on the mountain would face the fishing immortals in the future, and finally create a new pattern that had not been seen for thousands of years, separated by heaven and man.
In the rivers and lakes in the future, not to mention the grand occasion of seven or eight land immortals emerging together, I am afraid that there will be no one left, and even the realm of celestial phenomena is an extravagant hope.
In such a situation, Wang Xianzhi, who sealed the territory and divided the land with the power of one person, naturally hated it.
Wang Xianzhi not only had to block Wang Xiaoping's next unsheathed sword, but also cut off the relationship between the sword idiot and Wudang in one go I saw Wang Xianzhi clenching his hands into fists and throwing him forward.
The fan swooped in front of it, overwhelming the mountains and the sea, and a strong wind arose.
Wang Xiaoping still had his eyes closed, and the fingers of his left hand were together, pushing forward on the mahogany scabbard, and the scabbard slid out gently.
There is no matchless spirit of angry bullfighting, and there is no vision of the wind and clouds.
Even if the purple lightning lingering gravel rolled away, and then a huge wave of high walls toppled head-on, the speed at which the sword came out of its sheath was still not in a hurry.
In the next scene, the world was shocking, and the Wudang Daoist rushed through the overwhelming gravel and thunder, and there were big waves hitting the top.
After this round of offensive, countless gravels did not roll to the ground according to common sense, but were suspended on the shore one by one, slowly rotating, when the sky was covered with dark clouds, and then revealing a crystal clear extremely long white line, looming, as if hanging down from the nine heavens, slightly tilted, pointing to Wang Xiaoping, who was still not fully unsheathed, and the tail end of the white line was hung three feet above the Taoist's head.
The so-called gods in the world are said to be God's remembers the good and evil of people.
Wang Xianzhi sneered, stretched out his finger and twisted it gently, and broke the "fishing line".
The middle-aged Taoist muttered to himself: "In the final analysis, Li Chungang can lose to Wang Xianzhi back then, and Wang Xianzhi can also lose to a rising star, but the rivers and lakes must not be lifeless.
The Taoist sighed, "Beiliang Xu Fengnian, this kid wants to guard the northwest gate and give the people of the Central Plains a stability, the original intention is not bad, but he is too deeply involved with Wudang, once he is big, he will inevitably join forces with Li Yuaxe."
Therefore, there are two choices, not killing Xu Fengnian, it is the turmoil in the world for decades, killing Xu Fengnian, the rivers and lakes are still rivers and lakes, no matter how strong the court is, it can generally be on the well water and not violate the river water.
Now it is possible for someone to fill in the well of the rivers and lakes, and it is reasonable for you, Wang Xianzhi, as a well keeper who sits in the well and watches the sky, not to agree. ” When he saw that the tight white line above Wang Xiaoping's head seemed to be cut suddenly, the remaining white line violently popped up in an arc in the air, and finally slowly dissipated into the clouds.
Wang Xiaoping still didn't make a sword.
His fingers were close to sliding to the tip of the sword, meaning that the scabbard was about to leave the blade completely.
Sword in the snow 22 The Taoist didn't know whether it was the sadness of the rabbit and the fox who were also cultivators, or the compassion of human nature, so he couldn't bear to look at it, and turned his head to look at the river.
In fact, if Wang Xiaoping had taken out the sword earlier, just to break Wang Xianzhi's cage, then he would have lived more than he died, and with Wang Xianzhi's rarely angry temperament, he might not necessarily have to put him Wang Xiaoping to death.
But since this sword is obsessed, Wang Xianzhi should really want to kill.
The Taoist cultivates solitude, and for Wang Xiaoping's persistence, understanding is understanding, but it is difficult to agree.
Even if the earth immortal sword is what Taking 10,000 steps back, even if he can really hurt Wang Xianzhi, it is just to show the young vassal king a flaw that may only be regarded as insignificant, and it cannot stop Wang Xianzhi from going to the cool to kill.
Is it worth it to give someone a life in exchange for a little more chance of winning?
The Taoist suddenly widened his eyes, and he was also a little shocked by Xu Fengnian's old monster who was scolded by Xu Fengnian as a thousand-year-old king.
Wang Xiaoping opened his eyes, and when the scabbard was about to fall, instead of taking advantage of the situation, he pushed the sword back into the scabbard and said softly: "Go." ” The peachwood sword, still in its sheath, flashed away.
Many of the passengers of the ferries coming and going from the mountain gorge screamed at the same time, and the boats under their feet, large and small, began to fall out of control, no matter how hard they tried to swim upstream, and began to retreat rapidly, and the bow of the boat was even more downstream, like a divine help, and rushed downward like arrows.
All this stems from the fact that the Guangling River, which is bounded by Wang Xiaoping and Xiawei, was suddenly pumped away.
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The river that left the waterway was as thick as a mountain peak, rising into the air, like a blue sword that had never been seen before or since Bent around Wang Xiaoping, and then straightened in an instant, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Wang Xianzhi, who was standing in the air without a river under his feet Wang Xiaoping snorted lightly and took a step forward.
A sword was finally handed out.
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