Xu Fengnian, who is the only one soul left, has stopped the decline of blood flowing from his eyebrows, and Xu Fengnian, who has returned from the out-of-body fugue next to him, has one soul and two souls, and the two are combined, but he still lacks two souls and four souls, and he can already make Wang Xianzhi hurt, Xu Fengnian does not feel that his ability is small, but the argument of the tongue is useless, so in the face of Wang Xianzhi's questioning, he did not go to how to compete with this old man who was obviously moved by the liver fire, but just repaired the physique given by Gao Shulu openly.
Wang Xianzhi sneered: "That is, there is no last word to say" Xu Fengnian stretched out his hands, covered his face, wiped off the blood with his ten fingers, and his eyes were clear.
Wang Xianzhi said a good word.
Then Xu Fengnian, who was "the return of the wanderer's sword", saw Wang Xianzhi step out with one foot, and threw out the spear forged by thunder and lightning in the sky with a wave of his arm.
But when he saw this scene, Xu Fengnian, who had a body, had actually flown out upside down, and fell to the ground a hundred zhang away, and his uncontrolled body even bounced on the ground, and continued to slide backwards for more than ten zhang before he was able to stop.
Wang Xianzhi's shot was so fast that Xu Fengnian, who was standing, only saw the afterimage left behind after Wang Xianzhi threw the thunder spear.
Xu Fengnian, who fell to the ground, slowly got up, bent over, and revealed a large blur of flesh and blood on his chest, with occasional white thunder and lightning entwining and sneering.
At the same time as stretching out his hand, countless slender red silk red snakes on his arms floated out, and Xu Fengnian's fingers touched them, and the red silk and white electricity were all gone, which showed that Xu Fengnian's secret technique stolen from the head of Han Mink Temple failed to achieve immediate and rapid results.
The thunder and lightning spear in Wang Xianzhi's hand was still there, and it was only a point or two of momentum reduction.
Another foot pit appeared in the sand in front of the old man.
Xu Fengnian, who had just stood up straight, hit the thunder spear again, but this time he was not knocked down, his head tilted back slightly, he held a piece of thunder and lightning with both hands, and did not let it stab his neck, and his footsteps sparkled on the ground and swept backwards.
The first time he deliberately opened the door wide and carried a lightning strike, it was Xu Fengnian who relied on Gao Shulu's immaculate body to try to contact more Wang Xianzhi's qi flow methods, since Wang Xianzhi's second spear was the same, there was no need to refuse the previous comer.
The foot pit in front of Wang Xianzhi was getting deeper and deeper, and the gap between throwing spears was getting shorter and shorter.
In the distance, Xu Fengnian could only retreat and retreat, retreating eight times in succession, the last time he used the nameless boxing method taught by Wudang Hong Xixiang, the waist was like an axle, the body turned round, not to mention, the hands were also drawn into a circle, the thunder and lightning followed Xu Fengnian's body and swam around again and again, when Xu Fengnian finally stood still, his spine was straight, his back was pulled but he was not arched, his hands shook up and down gently, and a few inches above his palm, there was a thunderbolt ball of light bumping and undulating, which seemed to be playful and light, and it was easy for people to underestimate the thunder power contained in them.
Xu Fengnian walked in an arc with both hands, and the two snow-white thunderballs that lingered in electric light merged into one and gradually dissipated in front of him.
At the same time, Xu Fengnian, who had returned from the black and white Spring and Autumn Period, changed his expression drastically and began to turn around and sweep towards "himself".
Wang Xianzhi, who only left three feet of thunder and lightning in his hand, appeared in front of him, and before Xu Fengnian's soul was about to crash into Xu Fengnian's body, Wang Xianzhi was already close to the person behind him, and took the lead in handing out a move, I don't know if it was a spear or a sword.
This three-foot thunderbolt instantly pierced Xu Fengnian's body, like a knife cutting tofu, Wang Xianzhi held the three-foot thunderbolt that successfully broke through Gao Shulu's body with his right hand, and suddenly lifted it, lifting Xu Fengnian's whole person into the air.
The next scene is incomprehensible, before Wang Xianzhi pulled out the thunderbolt, Xu Fengnian grabbed ahead, held down the immortal weapon that seemed to come from the nine heavens with both hands, kicked on Wang Xianzhi's shoulder, his body fell two feet away, and his steps staggered, instead of taking the opportunity to pull it out, he slapped it hard and took the initiative to pierce his body.
Wang Xianzhi did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, stood in place, nodded, and showed a little appreciation for the first time.
If he pulls out the thunder and lightning by himself, then this kid will be equal to the previous eight spears and the last sword in vain.
The eight spears are just a trick to cover the eyes, and the key is the sword newly created by Wang Xianzhi, which was originally intended to be given to Deng Tai'a who returned from visiting immortals.
The world is a metaphor for the three-foot Qingfeng, his sword move is called "three feet", the best swordsmanship, has always been heavy on the meaning of the arts, and the deep meaning of the three feet is naturally in the three feet, if Xu Fengnian in order to be more lightly injured, pull out the three-foot thunderbolt, naturally will not know the mystery.
It's just that even if he comprehends the meaning of the three-foot sword, how can he Wang Xianzhi even if he is just a swordsman, there are as many as four sword moves that are no less than three feet.
The reason why he chose this trick is that since Xu Fengnian injured himself with a knife, he had to report it back and report it again, even if it was the size of the wound, it had to be exactly the same.
As for the rest of the four-handed earth immortal swords, Wang Xianzhi's original intention of slashing a thousand horses with one sword, the temple is like nothing to me.
Wang Xianzhi was born in a humble family, at that time it was far from the atmosphere of the Liyang Imperial Court, it was a real noble son from a poor family, and he still remembered that after he abandoned literature and practiced martial arts, he went through ups and downs, and finally practiced rough and light skills for the first time, and did not dare to show his skills in the thoroughfares of the market, so he could only experience the taste of flying away on the grass and stepping on the snow without a trace in the wilderness, and after being exhausted, he made a bed quilt with heaven and earth, and poured it on the grass or snow at will, and still remembered the aroma of mud and grass and the cold feeling of washing his face with snow.
Later, by chance, I went to practice swordsmanship halfway, so that when the sword gave birth to sword energy, the ecstasy at that time, no matter how many years have passed, is still fresh in my memory.
After that, step by step, he stood at the peak of martial arts, overlooking the wind in the world, looking around, no one stood side by side, and there were not many things worth remembering.
The two Xu Fengnian stood together, but there was never a soul to be united, because Wang Xianzhi's sword hurt far more than the body, since Gao Shulu's physique can still withstand it, there is no need to draw snakes, if you recklessly merge into the furnace, it will be self-defeating, and it will damage the undefeated golden body that can be called defilement.
Wang Xianzhi's wounds were already full of sprouts, and fresh muscles and bones were born one after another, and the injuries on his chest were no longer shocking, and it began to be Xu Fengnian's turn to suffer, and the red silk red snake struggled to cling, but still failed to get rid of those residual thunder and lightning sword qi.
Wang Xianzhi said suddenly: "When the old man was still a scholar, he had a heart-to-heart with a senior scholar, and he said a word, and now he said, the predecessor may have turned the grave into white bones, but the old man still remembers: instead of writing history, it is better to hang his head on the country."
But in that troubled world, this scholar just died in the chaos, neither put his ambition into the temple, nor died well, the old man heard the news of the death, when he collected the body, it was just from the muddy more than 100 horizontal and vertical corpses on the side of the road, after picking it out, he buried it hastily.
The long sword that this gentleman wore before his death was probably worth dozens of taels of silver, and it had already been taken away, and the gentleman's relics were used by the villain as goods in exchange for official hats or wine money. ” "Wang Xianzhi has ever stood in the way of a junior" "The old man sits in the East China Sea, and when he is alive, there has been a fearless martial artist like Liu Songtao, who has caused chaos in the world."
"The court is powerful, there are iron armor galloping on the body, the common people are unarmed, the world rises and falls, and it is precisely these innocent people who die the most.
The old man didn't want these people to encounter the oppression of the government in the peaceful and prosperous times, as well as the soldiers and bandits in the troubled times, and he didn't want everyone to deal with it easily, he just hoped that more people would be able to take a step forward when they were cornered, even before they died, instead of just kneeling down and kowtowing and begging for mercy.
Wang Xianzhi didn't ask for much, it was just a step to give the world a step, just a step. ” Xu Fengnian asked calmly: "Why do you say these words?"
Wang Xianzhi said indifferently: "The old man has lived too long and seen too much, but he usually has nothing to say to anyone.
You kid won't say his last words, but the old man wants you to die clearly.
If you are an ordinary prince of the domain, relying on the intrigues of two generations to be hereditary, how can the old man talk nonsense with you, and kill you is dirty. ” Xu Fengnian was about to speak, Wang Xianzhi waved his hand and said, "What do you want to say, the old man knows it, but whoever has a big fist will have a big reason."
No matter how well you say, the old man is not happy to listen to you, it's as simple as that. ” Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "It's still early to win or lose, it's hard to say who has a bigger reason." ” Wang Xianzhi neither denied nor admitted, and said: "The old man has also finished speaking, who deserves to die next, and the truth will soon be revealed." ” A hundred miles away, a man who forgot his worries with his sleeves fluttering in the wind carried a flash gun.
Purple gas came from the west.
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