The Taoist watched the sword from the other side, and was amazed, the sword intent and sword aura of Wang Xiaoping's sword are enough to be called the pinnacle of the swordsman in the world, and it can no longer be simply called a rune sword or a sword move.
There is a very important reason why generations of swordsmen can rise and fall in the martial arts, the kendo master, where he is happy, can often ignore the realm, the second grade of the small master may reach the finger Xuan with a sword, and the Xuan swordsman can also enter the sky with a sword, and even break the bottleneck, directly among the level of land immortals.
The cyan dragon with a full shape, a hundred feet long, suspended at his side, like Wang Xiaoping carrying a sword on his shoulder.
With the Wudang Mountain Taoist priest of Daxuantong hollowing out a section of the river, those inclined boats on the river poured into the Guangling Waterway along with the follow-up river, and it happened to be seen that this thrilling scene, one by one, the mind was swaying, probably Wang Xiaoping's mood was very neutral and peaceful, and all the viewers were surprised but not afraid.
As the raging river filled the waterway again, the ferry passengers could take the opportunity to catch a glimpse of the immortals, and some of the ferrymen who had rushed upstream also took out their silver and desperately demanded that the owner turn the bow of the boat and go down with the water.
The reason why they were not afraid of being affected by the pond fish was that they found that the tip of the sword began to shift and moved to the shore, and the old man in Mai, who was originally standing on the river, also swept ashore and changed the battlefield together.
Wang Xianzhi touched the ground with the tip of his foot, and the green sword had already slammed into him, and the distance between one person and one sword was less than three zhang.
Wang Xianzhi changed from tiptoe to ground, and the other toe was on the ground in the next step, without any dodging, and punched straight out.
The huge green sword suddenly "stopped" a zhang away, exploded into a brilliant splash, and then fell into a burst of mist and vanished.
The water curtain created by the collision of this fist gang and the sword qi seemed to have no end.
This hundred-zhang water sword was seriously damaged, and it was shortened at a speed that was within the reach of the river ferryman, and the ten-zhang sword body was quickly consumed.
Swords in the snow 23 Wang Xianzhi's figure has always been immovable, but it seems to be patiently polished, and soon he is unwilling to stand and be beaten anymore, and he takes a step out of the back foot as the front foot, and swings a punch with his left hand, which is incomparably powerful, not only smashing the new "sword tip" that has gone forward and succeeding, but also smashing the entire green sword The sword body shakes and sways non-stop.
Countless slender and mixed sword qi hidden in the Great Water Blue Sword began to shoot out in all directions, which was spectacular.
After that, the old man, who had roughly guessed the identity of the city lord of Emperor Wu City, took one step at a time, did not retreat but advanced, and beat the ninety zhang long sword to eighty zhang, seventy zhang, until the half sword fifty zhang, Wang Xianzhi slightly retracted the offensive, just like martial arts practice, if the boat against the current does not advance, then retreat, he stopped this hand, the originally blocked sword momentum seemed to be waiting for this moment, its menacing, not to mention far better than the party, it was like a full layer of realm.
Wang Xianzhi slid backwards for a distance, jumped up slightly, slapped down with one palm, and slapped on the tip of the huge sword, the tip of the sword was forced downward, the green sword drilled into the ground, the tearing arch turned out a groove, the giant sword circled an arc under the ground, drilled out of the ground, the arc continued, the sword body finally formed a big circle, the tail of the sword was not far from Wang Xianzhi's feet, the tip of the sword fell from above, and pointed to Wang Xianzhi who had turned around again.
The Taoist who cultivated the solitude in Longhu Mountain sighed with emotion, and in his eyes, this sword style was like a sword, and the general outline was that the outer circle was like the sky, and the inner side was like the earth.
Before the sword is the King Kong realm, the sword of the river refers to the Xuan, now out of the sheath half of the sword is considered the spirit of the heavenly sword, within the big circle, there is the sword qi vertically and horizontally, in fact, the three belong to the same sword, in one go, it is even more rare that this unfinished sword has no signs of decline, and the spirit is still rising.
Even Wang Xianzhi has not been able to block the node that converts between the Xuan Heavenly Phenomena, Wang Xianzhi has been fighting against others, for more than 60 years, he has almost never relied on a higher realm to crush anyone, and has always liked to fight in the same realm, so as to let the opponent try his best tricks and spirit, even if he loses to him, he has no regrets, so he has gathered his fist before, and he learned in advance the magic of Wang Xiaoping's sword.
At this moment, in the face of the abundant shape and meaning of the "Yuanbi Sword", Wang Xianzhi lowered his hands and raised them, and took advantage of the situation to "lift" the purple and green two different colors of Gangqi, respectively.
The Taoist laughed softly: "It is not common for Wang Xianzhi to pick up a weapon to meet the enemy. ” Suddenly, he lifted his sword and held the knife, and Wang Xianzhi, who was already in strong shape, was even more arrogant, like a heavenly court god who had descended into the world.
But Wang Xianzhi didn't hand out how complicated and ingenious the moves, just a horizontal knife and a vertical sword, the horizontal knife cut the jade, and the vertical sword slashed the green water.
A priceless piece of jade is like being smashed on the cold and hard ground, and the scene is extremely dazzling.
The situation changed so quickly that even the Taoist who practiced in Longhu Mountain was also in front of him, and when he looked at it again, he had already seen that the fifty-zhang evergreen half-sword was shattered.
The Taoist originally thought that Wang Xiaoping's celestial phenomenon half sword was the extreme, but he soon realized that he had underestimated this Wudang sword idiot who had been down the mountain for many years.
Taoist people have borrowed the Taoist ancestral court Longhu Mountain for so many years, and they have always felt that the human touch of Wudang Mountain is too heavy, and the immortal energy that cultivators have worked hard to find is inevitably far inferior to the perennial fairy mist of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and Wang Xiaoping's last half of the sword has made the old Taoist slightly change his view.
Wudang has eighty-one peaks towards the big top.
Wang Xianzhi is surrounded by eighty-one swords of different lengths and thicknesses, the tip of the sword points to the sky at the same time, the tip of the sword is straight or slightly tilted, all of which fit the eighty-one peaks.
The Spirit Rhino Sword Momentum was completely consistent with the Majestic Mountain, so that a Taoist who was quietly watching from a distance could easily identify the names of the peaks that each of the eighty-one swords symbolized.
Wang Xianzhi smiled lightly, whether it was Qi Xuanzhi who sat on the demon slaying platform, or Hong Xixiang who rode a crane down the south of the Yangtze River, he had never had a "general knowledge" with him Wang Xianzhi, but he had to regret it, he had a formula, studied for many years, at first he wanted to target Qi Xuanjiao, and then Qi Xuanjiao was said to be a feather ascending immortal, and then finally there was a Wudang descendant of Longhu Mountain in Sword Town, Wang Xianzhi picked up that trick again, and continued to silently check and fill in the gaps, but he was disappointed again, and in the end he never had a chance to make a move.
Since Wang Xiaoping did not disappoint himself, Wang Xianzhi no longer deliberately restrained and hidden, squatted slightly on his knees, and carried the momentum of the overlord and pulled out the mountains and rivers.
When the eighty-one swords flew over the top of the mountain, a gorge wall that was far more spectacular than the boulder was also uprooted.
At this time, the ferrymen on the river saw it with their own eyes, and they were so frightened that many people knelt down on the bow of the boat, not daring to look at the flying mountain that covered the sky and the sun.
Swords in the snow 23 One mountain suppresses eighty-one peaks.
What is particularly unbelievable is the fact that Wang Xianzhi himself is also in the category of Feishan suppression.
Obviously, Wang Xianzhi wants to use this to overwhelm Wang Xiaoping, the old man moved the mountain, if you can't even destroy the mountain, how can you talk about separating a winner from Wang Xianzhi A mountain cliff crashed down.
The bank of the Guangling River was covered with dust, and the sound pierced the eardrums.
Wang Xiaoping dug out a section of the water of the river and made a unique big sword between heaven and earth, but the wooden sword that disappeared was the root, and the peach wood sword was originally a spiritual weapon in Daomen Town, and Wang Xianzhi actually used the mountain town sword, which was undoubtedly a great provocation to Wudang Mountain where Lu Zu preached.
Wang Xiaoping's sword is a new sword, and Wang Xianzhi's mountain is also a new mountain.
On the top of the new mountain, the white-haired old man who is very old in this river and lake, his linen clothes are not stained with dust, and he stands with his hands in his hands.
The new sword, which was only half a move, did not disappear, but broke through the mountain, and only one sword remained in the eighty-one swords.
The water sword is no more than three feet, but the sword qi is ten zhang long.
From the hundred zhang Qingshui long sword, the remaining ten zhang sword qi.
Wang Xiaoping seems to have been defeated repeatedly, but in the eyes of the old Taoist who has cultivated deeply, it is not easy for Wang Xianzhi standing on the top of the mountain to win, the coarse hemp sleeves have been dilapidated, and the previous bent knees to move the mountain should not be taken care of too many side details, caused by the diarrhea of the male qi, and the coarse linen at the knees has also changed from careful weaving to slightly loose.
The Taoist looked at the flying sword with a narrow and short but long body outside the mountain, and there was some jealousy in his eyes.
One report and one report. is worthy of being the most stubborn sword idiot on Wudang Mountain, you Wang Xianzhi will use the flying mountain to suppress the sword, and I, Wang Xiaoping, will take your head with the flying sword.
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Those who travel a hundred miles are half ninety, and the last ten miles are the most difficult, especially mountaineering.
If you want to completely break Wang Xiaoping to go to this complete sword, it is to climb the mountain, and it is more and more difficult.
The sword is so.
The man who wielded the sword It's thinking about the last trip back to the mountains to see the old people, right?
The Taoist was a little embarrassed, this was the sword heart that Wang Xiaoping finally realized and sought all his life Longhu Mountain, there have been real people who have risen to prominence in the past three hundred years, and their momentum has far surpassed that of Wudang in the past three hundred years, but it seems that there has never been such a sword.
The old Taoist couldn't help but tremble his eyelids.
Out of the sword Wang Xianzhi shouted angrily, collided head-on, guessed a big pit on the top of the crumbling flying mountain, and trampled the mountain down several zhang with each step, broke the sword qi, and pushed it on the tip of the sword with one palm.
A man can die, but a sword can be destroyed.
The seven-foot man has a three-foot sword, and the man and the sword still have a breath.
Non-refundable The sword qi and sword intent sword blades were all destroyed inch by inch.
Wang Xianzhi's steps also became extremely slow, and his tall body and palms could only move forward inch by inch.
A hole was broken in the palm of the hand.
When the first person in the world finally broke the three-foot sword with a posture that was unparalleled in the world, not only was the flesh and blood in his palm blurred, but there was also a trace of sword qi stabbing a scarlet blood flower in his chest.
The sword qi dissipated behind Wang Xianzhi.
A sword has penetrated Wang Xianzhi.
The old Taoist with the same surname as the son of heaven of the Zhao family sighed heavily, Wang Xiaoping had a sword before his death, and he could be regarded as living up to the sword in this life.
The Taoist suddenly opened his eyes wide, his heart shook greatly, and he looked at the place on the shore.
Wang Xiaoping is already dead Almost no one noticed that at the time of the Flying Mountain Town Sword, there was already a flash of light and shadow in the sky.
It seems to be returning to the mountains on behalf of others.
At that time, the middle-aged Taoist with the highest rank in Wudang sat cross-legged, looking at the river, his face was dry, but his expression was smiling peacefully, his warm smile had never been revealed in the mountains for all those years, "Little junior brother, I can't wait for you to go home." ” Wang Xiaoping closed his eyes and didn't look at his last sword at all.
Therefore, that sword is Wang Xiaoping, who has regrets but no shame, a sword after his death.
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