This struggle of strength is like a struggle of contradictions.
The dragon power is the largest in the water row, and the elephant power is respected in the 6 elements.
Xu Longxiang, the only lucky person in the world who was born in the realm of King Kong, can be called the strongest shield in Beiliang.
It's just that he met Huang Qing of the thirteen states of Beimang with a sword of light, and this person is the sharpest spear in Beimang.
Huang Qing only made a sword out of three inches, and the weather was magnificent.
It was like a heavenly sword immortal tearing off a string of prayer beads, thousands of beads of sword qi, big beads and small beads fell on the jade plate, rolling forward.
Xu Longxiang used the desert yellow sand as a drum surface, and a punch sounded, attracting the scene of the earth ox lifting up, turning the world upside down, and there were constantly yellow tornadoes breaking out of the ground.
The cyan pearls condensed by the sword qi smashed and shattered in the yellow sand, and the dust covered the sky, obscuring the vision.
Although the earth ox turned over and had the invincible spirit of pulling out the mountains and rivers, but the beads that were pulled by the sword qi contained spirituality, although the ten were all shattered by the tornado yellow sand, there were still no less than a hundred cyan sword beads bypassing the sand pillars, and they rushed to Xu Longxiang.
Xu Longxiang, who had a wooden face, took a step forward, and erected a wall of sand with a fan surface flowing rapidly in front of him, and the beads hit the wall one after another, both the splendor of the jade and the helplessness of hitting the stone with an egg.
The cyan sword qi flowed chaotically, and the yellow sand was also turbulent.
When a green shirt fell short in Yizhu, Huang Qing pressed the sword with his left hand and floated silently.
Huang Qing lightly took off the sword from his waist and slammed the hilt into Xu Longxiang's chest, and the three-inch Dingfeng Bo of the sword body was slammed back into the sheath after a blow Xu Longxiang was not knocked away, his feet were still rooted in the ground, but his body slipped backwards and out a few feet.
The young man bent down slightly, forcibly stopped the retreating momentum, and instantly began to sprint, smashing his fists at the green-shirted swordsman.
Huang Qing shook his wrist, put the sword in front of him, and pressed his left arm and elbow against the scabbard, resisting Xu Longxiang's fists.
Dingfeng Bo, who ranked sixth among the world's famous swords, made a piercing roar in the sheath, and the scabbard trembled violently.
Xu Longxiang maintained the posture of hitting the sword with his fists and continued to run forward, while Huang Qing was pushed backwards more than ten zhang away.
Huang Qing, whose feet were one foot off the ground, tapped lightly with his thumbs, smiling, calm, and pushed the sword out of the sheath by an inch.
A stack of songs.
Xu Longxiang didn't bother to pay attention to what kind of sword move sword intent sword momentum this was, and his fists smashed again.
Two-inch sword, two stacks.
Three inches is three stacks.
Xu Longxiang punched on the scabbard again and again, although Huang Qing, who was hanging in the air, never abandoned the sword, but he never stopped Xu Longxiang's momentum, but with the increase in the number of Lige stacks, Huang Qing's retreat distance after each punch of the young man became shorter and shorter.
Xu Longxiang threw the eighth punch, and after the eight stacks of Lige, Huang Qing finally stood still, and he had the demeanor of a grandmaster who collapsed in front of Mount Tai and did not move.
Huang Qing, whose cuffs of the cheftan were fluttering, looked at the young man in front of him and did not speak, but there was undisguised surprise and admiration in his eyes, but there was still a hint of disappointment after the dust settled.
The last punch blasted out the power of the legendary Eight Dragons and Eight Elephants, naturally he is a rare martial arts genius in the world, but he Huang Qing still has the Nine Stacks of Lige and even the Ten Mountains that evolved from the end, if the famous young man in the Beimang Dynasty and the Wild stops here, then he Huang Qing does not dare to say that he can defeat the opponent without a sword, and the worst thing is to be invincible.
The reason why Huang Qing chose to fight against Xu Longxiang with a sword intent song, deep down in his heart, did not have the idea of comparing the young man with Murong Baoding, the latter is the body of the stone Buddha who has been famous for a long time, Huang Qing had a discussion with the high-ranking and powerful imperial relatives a few years ago, there is no life and death, and the point stops.
When Huang Qing was young, he was determined to use his sword to destroy the "Vajra Meditation" of the white-clothed monks of the two Zen temples, and complete the feat that Tuoba Bodhisattva failed to complete.
The expressionless Xu Longxiang seemed to be tepid and handed out a punch again, the previous eight punches were all gradual, the power of the dragon elephant was progressing layer by layer, and Huang Qing's Lige was nothing more than step-by-step, layer by layer.
I wanted to think that Huang Qing had no reason to jump in my heart, so I resolutely abandoned Lige Jiujie, shouted lightly, and jumped directly to Shizhong Mountain, there were six or seven Qinghong lingering all over the body, and Huang Qing, who was like an escort, not only failed to block the impact of the ninth punch with Shizhong Mountain, but Qinghong exploded in the blink of an eye, and Dingfeng Bo was smashed out of an amazing arc by both fists, Huang Qing retreated and retreated, and it was not until eighteen zhang away that he could stop the decline, and the scabbard of Dingfeng Bo finally returned to straightness.
Huang Qing was not angry or afraid, but was amazed and relieved, raising his arm and horizontal sword posture to change to a vertical arm lifting sword posture that was obviously more solemn, and in the blink of an eye of the sword momentum transformation, he took advantage of the situation to unload the huge residual strength on the sword.
Huang Qing's thumb rubbed the hilt of the sword, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and there was no scene of sword qi pouring into Qinghong, but the more it was like this, the more oppressive it was.
Li Chungang has passed away, but fortunately there is still a peach blossom sword god.
Deng Tai'a, who went to sea to visit immortals, before returning to the 6 places, picked up the sea with a sword and flooded the Guanyin Sect.
Huang Qing has only been to Liyang Jianghu once in his life, but he stopped moving forward in Beiliang, and had a relationship with Li Yuaxe, the young master of Wudang Mountain, and soon returned to Beimang, during which he did not talk about confrontation, nor did he have tension, but took the opportunity to enjoy the spectacular scenery of the eighty-one peaks towards the big peak, and also watched the pure scene of the Wudang main palace of the big lotus peak in the morning and evening, and thousands of people practiced boxing together in the morning bell and twilight drums.
Although Huang Qing finally failed to continue to travel to the hinterland of the Central Plains, neither challenged the white-clothed monk Li Dangxin, nor was he able to meet the new generation of Deng Tai'a, the world's sword leader, but he had already taken advantage of the excitement and returned, and occasionally gained from the casual conversation with Li Yuaxe, which was of great benefit to the practice of martial arts.
Xu Longxiang did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, Huang Qing raised the ancient sword in his hand slightly, and laughed softly: "In the game of chess, the sword qi of the sword is close to Huang Qing, and the sword is in turmoil."
When I was young, I entered the way of the sword with chess, and returned to the way of chess at the age of thirty, thinking that returning to the way of the sword in my lifetime would be the end of the martial arts in this life, but I accidentally found a new way, which is considered to have reached the third realm of the triple realm of chess players in my sect, so as to create a new sword, and I originally wanted to use this sword to compete with Deng Tai'a."
The young man looked puzzled and muttered in a low voice: "If you fight, you fight, and it's a lot of trouble." ” Huang Qing smiled freely, but still took the trouble to explain softly: "It is said that it is a sword, but maybe it is a hundred swords and a thousand swords, or even ten thousand swords, to be precise, it should be a sword." ” Xu Longxiang didn't talk nonsense at all, and took a step directly and began to sprint in a straight line towards this chattering middle-aged swordsman.
Huang Qing, who was like a showman meeting a soldier, laughed at it, and then his expression became solemn, he closed his eyes, and absorbed the aura of heaven and earth.
A stream of righteousness fills the heavens and the earth.
In a trance, a chessboard is formed, with the world's famous rivers as winding chess lines, and the mountains and giant peaks as the huge chess pieces.
A world of its own.
If it is said that Huang Qing's current strength is not enough, swordsmanship is just a mystery, and his spirit is no more than a celestial phenomenon, but his mind at the moment is directly to the 6 earth immortals.
No wonder Huang Qing went to Beiliang and happily returned to Beimang.
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Huang Qing let go of the fixed storm in his hand, and the ancient sword quickly floated in front of him, half of the sword out.
Huang Qing made a lift and a drop in his right hand, and said softly: "Wudang Mountain."
Top. ” Top is one of the Go terms.
Just restrain Xu Longxiang's seemingly empty and dignified but slightly clumsy chess shape.
A sword aura was born.
Xu Longxiang smashed the ethereal charm of the "Wudang Mountain" in front of him with a brute shoulder.
Huang Qing continued to lift the child.
The magnitude of the change is very small.
Hence the name Xiaojian.
The sword qi is strong and solid.
As the saying goes, there is no evil hand in a small tip, Huang Qing's chess moves or sword moves are also dignified, just a normal hand to talk about the game, of course, it is you and me, but Huang Qing created this game of chess, it is like flying, and there are no rules at all.
After the small tip is the tight air, after the tight air is the elephant step flying, and then there is the combination of sealing the town, and there is the continuous thousand-layer treasure pavilion potential.
Huang Qing's clear face glowed with a kind of treasure and solemn immortal Buddha brilliance.
All the yellow sand that could be stirred by the breeze was surprisingly still at this moment, and only the majestic sword qi was wanton and horizontal.
I have an abundant sword energy that is unparalleled in the world.
Finally, a sword will be told to heaven and earth.
I've been depressed for 40 years.
I had to stick out my chest today. “”: