The peachwood sword that had pierced through Wang Xianzhi's chest had not yet been unsheathed at this time, and it was quietly hovering beside this Xu Fengnian.
Xu Fengnian, who came from the sword, said with a smile: "Let's go." ” The peachwood sword communicates with the human spirit, slowly leaving the scabbard, the initial is unusually slow, and the gradual castration is as fast as a rolling thunder, so that a long rainbow mist is wrapped in the sky, even if you are not familiar with martial arts, you can clearly see it.
The root bone of this sword, this is like the old servant with missing front teeth nicknamed Jian Jiuhuang in the rivers and lakes, who practices few sword moves, because he feels clumsy, he is afraid of being greedy and chewing too much, and he walks slowly.
As soon as Sword Nine came out, the peachwood sword disappeared.
Wang Xianzhi, who is high above, flicked his fingers several times in a row, referring to the dragon search point in the Xuan Realm, but he failed to break the key qi veins that traveled six thousand miles with a sword, Wang Xianzhi no longer did this, and simply stopped his fingers, but he was not in a hurry to take it back.
Wang Xianzhi suddenly turned his head, and at the same time, a wisp of sword qi passed by his cheeks, cutting off several snow-white strands of the old man's hair.
Wang Xianzhi still didn't knock his fingers again, continued to move, and then took a step back slightly, and a wisp of sword qi flew through his chest, cutting off some sackcloth crumbs.
After that, Wang Xianzhi always maintained a posture of bent fingers, but occasionally moved his feet, and every time he could dodge the hidden sword qi that was not aware of the slightest edge.
Wang Xianzhi was a little surprised in his heart, he had faced the yellow formation diagram of the second upstairs at the head of Emperor Wudi, he was no stranger to this sword, he had previously pointed to the Xuanba sword, but he couldn't make him how to be serious, the ninth sword did break his sleeve, although it was only a celestial sword, but the celestial phenomenon of the sword Jiuhuang was very new, and the root of the ordinary celestial master came from the opening of a sage's good chapter, "Great mortal things are not peaceful."
"Everything in the world, birds cry to welcome spring, thunder shakes summer, insects sad autumn and winds in winter, so scholars often climb high and make a sound, and the reason why the swordsman since ancient times can lead the way from generation to generation is that he can naturally use the sword in my hand to tell the injustice and sweep the injustice.
Wang Xianzhi once said to Cao Changqing in private that it is better to abandon the country and abandon books and practice swordsmanship, and he will definitely be able to transcend the sainthood as soon as possible.
And the ninth sword of Jian Jiuhuang clearly crossed the threshold of the celestial phenomenon, and it did not reach the level of sword immortals, but it did not give people a little bit of unevenness and depression, but it caught Wang Xianzhi a little off guard at that time.
It stands to reason that a good old man surnamed Zi Wentun can't practice a good sword, which is the same as the fact that the text seems to see the mountain unhappy, and the swordsmanship is the same.
At the moment, this sword is also such a strange spleen, after the move, there is no grand sword momentum of black clouds pressing the city and the wind is full of buildings, but it is tireless to sword and sword, full of some dogs barking and chickens singing fireworks dense secular atmosphere, as if the village neighbors quarreled, and hindered the situation, moved their mouths and did not move, giving people the feeling that only the noise was left annoying.
This new sword is only slightly different from the old sword handed out by Jian Jiuhuang, but the latter is more and more handy, more sophisticated.
Immortal Lingfeng Imperial Sword, frost and cold nineteen states overnight, this word is used to describe the swiftness of the sword immortal, and the peachwood sword suddenly came around Wang Xianzhi, and he also didn't know how many distances he had taken, hundreds of miles and thousands of miles Wang Xianzhi knew in his heart, he had already wandered beside him unscrupulously for a full three thousand miles, the farthest was nine miles away, and recently he had passed by, so tirelessly back and forth, or drawing an arc to escape more than ten zhang, or flying in a straight line for three or four miles, there was no law, no trace.
Wang Xianzhi is still waiting, still bending his fingers without snapping his fingers.
It wasn't until the seventh time that he missed the peachwood sword, and after a moment, he finally knocked a finger lightly.
The fingers tapped in the air, but a very subtle sound of gold and stone impact suddenly sounded in front of Wang Xianzhi, and the farther away from Wang Xianzhi, the louder the sound became, and it rolled away.
Six miles away, the peachwood sword with a mediocre material that caused great trouble to Wang Xianzhi exploded in mid-air and turned into a cloud of sawdust.
Xu Fengnian, who was the sword, waved his hand, and the debris returned from a distance, condensed into a sword, and gently returned to the sheath.
After being sheathed, it dissipates again.
The scabbard is the sword mound.
Xu Fengnian inserted the scabbard into the yellow sand at his feet, apparently deciding not to use it again.
Lao Huang never said fancy truths, he couldn't say anything about peace of mind, that is, my hometown, he would only say one sentence, he was an old man who had left his hometown, where he slept comfortably, where he was home.
The simple house next to the stable in Qingliang Mountain can make him sleep comfortably, and that is his home.
Lying on the pillow, thinking that there are a few jars of old wine under the bed, there is nothing missing, no need to think about anything.
Therefore, Lao Huang's sword is fearless when it is unsheathed, and there is no regret when it is returned to the sheath.
Therefore, the last trip to the sword is to travel the rivers and lakes, and the sword is returned to the sheath, that is, the person returns to his hometown.
Our generation of swordsmen is not afraid of life and death, and does not hesitate to break the beloved sword.
This Xu Feng, who only occupies one soul and two souls, said in a young voice: "After Sword Nine, it should be Sword Ten." ” He stretched out a hand, put his fingers together, and with a slight stroke, a long knife formed by the convergence of purple and gold qi appeared under his fingers, shaped like a newly baked sixth-generation Beiliang knife.
The unorthodox Taoist classics record that the living have three souls and seven spirits, and the world will believe and doubt, but Xu Fengnian, who died and carried the heavy pressure of Wang Xianzhi's heaven and earth, is extremely certain, because in addition to his fresh body, there is only one soul left to "remove filth", and the three souls and six spirits obtained by the rest of the "three people" are their own dreams.
Xu Fengnian squatted on the edge of the pit, when another self was born, he did not watch the battle, but squatted down and quickly took a big breath, washing and removing the turbidity in the body, Gao Shulu's body was originally an innocent body, Wang Xianzhi's old spicy lies in the fact that he penetrated his defilement at a glance, and under the overturning of the heavens and the earth, he was forced to give him countless qi and filth.
Gao Shulu's majestic physique can almost ignore ordinary injuries, and the healing speed is so fast that it can almost make the ordinary Vajra realm beyond the reach of the dust, even if it blows people's internal organs, or even penetrates the heart, it can continue to survive for a few hours against heaven.
The squatting Xu Fengnian was surrounded by black gas, and he stared intently at the cracks on the edge of the big pit under his feet.
From one small clue one can see what is coming.
After Xu Fengnian became the sixth in the world, many outsiders began to study the martial arts practice process of the new Liang King, and most of them were surprised by Xu Fengnian's stealing master, and they didn't know how many small ravines he had written down in Beimang Dunhuang City in order to appreciate the sword intent after Deng Tai'a and Luoyang, and he wouldn't know how much effort he spent in order to grasp the entry of Liu Haoshi and Song Nianqing's staggering sword.
And after the peachwood sword, which can be called Wang Xiaoping's relic, returned to the top of Lotus Peak, it was not to indirectly impart sword intent, but to find clues and explore Wang Xianzhi's unique qi operation.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng blocked the way, just to repay the debt, to make a decision, cut off the mind, unable to pass the level, everything is over, after passing the level, you can ride on the martial arts.
But then the blockade of the Wudang sword idiot and the useless monk was not so simple, one was begging for shame, and the other was worshipping incense, but there was no doubt that both of them were trying to find a flaw that Wang Xianzhi might not exist at all.
Originally, outside of the unexpected hehe girl, it was Xu Yanbing's turn to single-handedly block Wang Xianzhi's way for the time being.
He must have had the heart to die.
This man once said with a smile that Beiliang can kill Xu Yanbing, and it is impossible to do without the king of Beiliang.
It's a joke, but it's definitely not a joke.
Xu Fengnian, who was squatting, didn't care about wiping the blood on his face, in fact, he was squeezed by the heavens and the earth at that time, and the boots that touched the ground had already been polished, and the flesh and blood on his feet were blurred, and at that time, his head was tilted and his shoulders were on top of his shoulders, and his shoulders were also ground out of white bones, but these injuries were thrown to the ground by Wang Xianzhi, and they recovered at a speed that was within reach of the naked eye, but the torn clothes and bottomless boots on his shoulders can prove that the situation at that moment was dangerous, and now it is enough to look at Xu Fengnian, who is from the two rivers and lakes of Liyang and Beimang.
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There are a few people who can let him suffer this heavy blow, except for Wang Xianzhi, who has not yet exhausted his strength, there are only two Tuoba Bodhisattva Deng Tai'a who have the heart to fight to the death, Xu Fengnian continued to stare at those cracks on the ground, and only when his eyes were really obscured by bloodstains, he would raise his arm and wipe the rich blood flowing from his eyebrows on his face.
Xu Fengnian, who was standing, held the handle of the knife, looked down at the extraordinary Beiliang knife, and said to himself: "This knife should have been given to Zhao Huangchao." ” He closed his eyes and took a big step back, his right hand spread out in front of him, and his left hand holding the knife behind him.
The wind is surging, and the yellow sand is floating.
Xu Fengnian, who was squatting, finally stood up, as if he wanted to witness "himself" swinging the knife, stretched out a finger and pressed it on the center of his eyebrows, the blood was blocked, it was still oozing from between his fingers, and it was curvy and dripping down on the face that was said by the old man of Beiliang to be very much like a princess.
A knife cut.
First heard the continuous thunder explode, and then saw this sword qi tearing the sky with a line of momentum.
This is Xu Fengnian's own realization of a knife, the first half of the knife move embryo, from a close view of the tide of the Guangling River, no trace of the tide, the sound of the tide has been like thunder, and then you can see the foggy river, a white Heng River, the tide gradually rises, like a row of towering snow-capped mountains from the Kunlun Mountains.
The second half of the knife is more deceptive, it is out of the body in the spring and autumn period, and I saw the excitement and tragedy of the decisive battle of the West Base Wall, beating the war drums in plain clothes, and several people wearing armor and leading the horses back has been fused one after another, so there is such a knife that has never appeared in the world, Lao Huang will not name the sword move, and Xu Fengnian will not have time to name it at all.
This knife is like a freehand splash of ink on paper, and the blade is the pen blade heavy ink, spilling a huge arc.
Wang Xianzhi didn't dodge or dodge, he pressed the top of the Gangqi arc with both hands, and was carried high into the air by the knife arc until he disappeared into the sky, completely missing his figure.
At the higher place where Wang Xianzhi stopped his body, the Gang Qi that had been cut out of a gap did not dissipate in the Nine Heavens, but formed a more majestic tide in the old salt warehouse after the Guangling River rushed through the first line of tide The tide poured down from the sky.
Since Wang Xianzhi smashed Xu Fengnian into the ground after the killing machine came out one after another.
It's always right to reciprocate gifts.
Xu Fengnian, who had a knife, did not wait for Wang Xianzhi to break the Gangqi waterfall, and then wiped out a Beiliang knife, which was simple and heavy, and it was the first generation of the Xu family's war knife.
Xu Xiao's soldiers went out of the two Liaos and went all the way south.
Crossing the river to the south again and again, fighting to the death again and again, dying again and again, showing jokes to outsiders, and being ridiculed as a mad dog who was willing to bite desperately without giving bones to the Liyang court.
Xu Xiao has never argued with anyone, and he has never explained anything to his eldest son Xu Fengnian before his death, and Xu Fengnian was only able to know the answer in the Spring and Autumn Period of the iQue.
Xu Xiao has always been a precarious river crosser, he doesn't want to die, but he is not afraid of death.
Regardless of your mother's pattern of the world, your mother's emperor and general, and your mother's chessboard rules Holding the knife, Xu Feng took a step forward, the tip of the knife pointed upward, pointing directly at Wang Xianzhi in the clouds.
Whispering: "Cross the river" A black rainbow hung upside down on the ground.
Wang Xianzhi, who was fighting against the inverted waterfall, was hit in the chest by this knife, and the two Xu Fengnian standing on the ground could see the black spot that was slowly pressed down by the waterfall, and then slammed back into the dome that was out of sight.
Xu Fengnian, who had traveled through the black and white Spring and Autumn Period, sighed and said softly: "It's difficult." ” Xu Fengnian nodded, but soon smiled and said, "But now the old man doesn't dare to only give seven or eight points of strength." ” As soon as he finished saying this, a pillar of light fell from the sky, and the earth shook with it.
Wang Xianzhi is like a heavenly god, walking out of the gate of heaven and descending into the world The old man in Mai showed a fist-sized wound in his heart, even if the body of the first person in the world was not inferior to Gao Shulu, who was at the peak of the four hundred years, there was still no sign of healing, there were buds in the flesh, the scene was treacherous, suddenly born and died suddenly.
What's even more mysterious is that after Wang Xianzhi was knocked into the sky, he actually dragged down a thunderbolt as long as a spear.
Wang Xianzhi, whose shoulders were severely damaged, looked indifferent and asked, "That's all there is to it."
This martial artist, who is probably above the heavens and men, can match him in the world And how to talk about winning and killing What's more, Xu Fengnian probably can't wait for the last soul who has not returned from a long journey.
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