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Thank you again for chasing you all the way to today, because you are not easier than me.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng came too fast, so that when she crashed into Xu Fengnian, there were many Jianghu people sitting on the roof watching the battle, as if they saw a purple line extending from the south of the city to the street of Xiamawei Post House, the color of this purple track was pale at the beginning, and then deepened in turn, until it was heavy purple at this time.
And this female martial arts alliance leader swept over the small half of Tai'an City, and also made a great noise, and the speed at which she flew all the way was too fast, so fast that it exploded a long series of thunders on the roofs of high-rise buildings.
Everyone saw its purple first, and then smelled its thunder.
Daxueping Huishan purple clothes fell quickly from the roof of a restaurant into the street, straight to the black and gold python robe painted with nine pythons and five claws.
There was a loud bang on the street, with the python robe and purple clothes as the center of the circle, and the messy fallen leaves that had not been cleaned up on the road did not float to both sides of the street as everyone expected, but unreasonably swirled on the ground first, and after pulling it up suddenly, it flew towards the two people who collided together, and instantly turned into powder in the air three or four feet away from the center of the circle.
On the street, there is a piece of withered yellow sycamore leaves that have just fallen from the high branch is particularly eye-catching, for some reason it is not torn apart by the incomparably majestic two qi engines, but like a yellow butterfly haunting the two of them, spinning rapidly, making people dazzled.
There is no trace of the whirlwind of this fallen leaf, but every time it brings up a slender arc and gently brushes it on the bluestone pavement on the street, there is a sonorous sound of gold and stone In the restaurant, Dongyue Jianchi Li Yibai has already brought the pair of junior brothers and sisters to the window, Li Yibai has traveled to the rivers and lakes for many years with a sword, and is very chivalrous, not inferior to the first apprentice of Qi Jiajie in the capital, and the good deeds also gave them a "North and South Sword Forest has a double Li", but Li Yibai is far more than Li Haoran who sits in the well and watches the sky, to know the depth and shallow water of the rivers and lakes, so the treatment of people and things is not comparable to Li Haoran.
Li Yibai temporarily wanted three excellent positions to watch the battle by the window, and everyone in the restaurant was still willing to give this face, after all, after a few more glances at the Ma Wei Post House, and selling Li Yibai a favor, which is more important, everyone can figure it out.
The girl in white tugged at Li Yibai's sleeve and muttered in a low voice: "Why is it so lively, even if the girl surnamed Xuanyuan is slightly better than Qi Jiajie, it won't be entangled with the King of Beiliang for too long."
Li Yibai had personally seen the terrifying scene of the young feudal king killing Qi Jiajie in an instant, and he knew Xu Fengnian's terrifying combat power better than most Central Plains martial arts masters, and on the way back to Tai'an City from the summer town, he speculated with the sect leader Chai Qingshan several times, and both of them thought that not to mention the second-grade little grandmaster, I am afraid that even if you reach the realm of Zhixuan and have been steadily accumulating in this realm for more than ten or twenty years, you may not be able to stop Xu Fengnian from making a move.
Xu Fengnian's martial arts, miscellaneous and refined, not to mention, especially the means of killing, are quite similar to the original human cat Han Shengxuan, they are all in the fight between life and death, if you send me to a realm, then you will definitely die, and you will die very quickly, it is a matter of life and death after the blink of an eye.
But with the great master of the Celestial Phenomena Realm cultivating against Xu Fengnian, what was the result, Li Yibai and the sect master Chai Qingshan had some differences, Li Yibai did not believe in the Celestial Phenomena Realm only under the land immortals, and did not believe that this handful of people who were rare were still powerless in the face of Xu Fengnian.
Li Yibai couldn't see through the truth, and he was not a person who liked to talk about it, so he deliberately ignored the dissatisfaction of the little junior sister with the Liyang Martial Arts Alliance Leader in his words, he shook his head and said: "After all, the Xuanyuan Alliance Lord is the pride of the rivers and lakes who is destined to return, looking at the whole world, even if Beimang is added, only her climbing speed in the martial arts can compete with the King of Beiliang."
In her early years, she had already done the feat of intercepting Wang Xianzhi on the Guangling River, and now that her cultivation is deepening, it is not too strange to be able to stalemate with the King of Beiliang. ” After Li Yibai said these words, his eyes were a little trance-like, on the street, purple clothes and python robes were like dragons around Dagang, which was really pleasing to the eye.
Li Yibai clearly remembered that the first time he saw Xuanyuan Qingfeng, it was in the Kuaixue Villa on the shore of Chunshen Lake, this purple dress was invincible like a bamboo, proud of the crowd, and even Li Yibai felt an inexplicable self-shame.
This woman, standing alone on the top of Huishan Mountain, including Li Yibai, almost the entire young handsome man from Yangjiang Lake can only look up from afar.
In the past two years, the girl has been tired of hearing crooked rumors such as the King of Beiliang and Huishan Ziyi's secret eyebrows, although Xu Fengnian transferred most of the cheats of the arsenal of Tingchao Pavilion to Daxueping Missing Moon Building, which is a sure fact, but in the heart of a girl like Shan Baityi, I never thought that King Beiliang would really have any unclear involvement with Xuanyuan Qingfeng, a woman who is full of gloom and temperament, even if her martial arts are a little higher, her face is a little more beautiful, and her body is a little more graceful, she is still unpleasant after all.
The girl in white smiled and asked, "Senior Brother Li, did you say that the King of Beiliang deliberately released the water, so as not to lose too ugly if that girl loses face in Tai'an City, how can she be the leader of the martial arts alliance, is this the reason?"
Song Tinglu said with white eyes: "My master said that Xuanyuan Qingfeng is the realm of the Great Celestial Phenomena of the Eight Classics, and his cultivation is no less than that of Xuanyuan Dapan, who used his strength to preach the Tao back then, this kind of martial artist, whether it is physical or mood, is not comparable to ordinary martial arts masters."
Senior sister, you are really invincible in the world surnamed Xu, let's Liyang and Cao Guanzi Peach Blossom Sword God two great masters, it is one thing to show off your martial arts in Beiliang, and it is another thing to go out of Beiliang, you see, when the two masters of Cao Deng make a move, the surname Xu will be beaten back to its original form."
Chai Qingshan did not stand with the three juniors of Jianchi, but he also did not have the leisure and leisure of Cao Changqing, Chen Zhibao, and Wu Jian, the old man kept closing his eyes and concentrating, carefully capturing the two qi flows on the street.
Chai Qingshan sighed, and in an instant, the figure of this kendo master disappeared in place.
There was a cool autumn breeze at the window, and the next moment, I saw Chai Qingshan standing on the steps at the door of the restaurant.
And behind a window in the inn across the street, Wu Jian, the old owner of the Wu family's sword mound, quickly reached out his sleeve, and two of his fingers gently knocked on the window railing.
On the side of the street in front of Wu Jian, a distance of hundreds of zhang from the Xiamawei Post House to the end of the street, from the roof of the building to the ground, a vague curtain of sword qi was erected, rippling and rippling.
The spectators on this side only felt that there was a sudden coolness on their faces, like being in a deep pool in the hot summer.
Chai Qingshan, on the other side of the street, stomped his feet lightly, and the whole street seemed to tremble violently.
After the two kendo masters of the Wu family sword mound and the Dongyue sword pond knocked their fingers and stomped their feet respectively, everyone found that outside the center of the purple python robe, thousands of mottled cracks as thick as wrists as thin as earthworms appeared on the bluestone street, which continued to spread wildly to both sides of the street, just like a flood bursting the embankment, surging to hundreds of spectators in the buildings on both sides, scaring many people's hearts, but they wanted to get off the horse to see the demeanor of the king of Beiliang, but they never thought of putting their lives into it.
Fortunately, these cracks that wandered like small snakes, in front of the rain curtain that Wu Jian knocked his sword qi on, the momentum was slightly stagnant, although soon the cracks climbed up along this "wall", but when they climbed to a place about the height of the door of the restaurant inn, the momentum finally collapsed at a speed visible to ordinary people, and all this was silent.
And when the dense gap was rapidly spreading towards Chai Qingshan's side, it was bounded by the steps under the feet of the Dongyue Sword Pond Sect Master, and above that straight line, it exploded at the same time, and the dust was flying.
Li Yibai said with regret: "In two successive competitions, Xuanyuan Qingfeng lost to the King of Beiliang, and at the same time, our sect master also lost to the head of the Wu family's sword mound. ” Song Tinglu said indignantly: "Master and the ancestor of the Wu family both use the Xuanyuan Sword Technique to block the Qi of Xuanyuan Qingfeng's pouring qi, the master is hard-hitting, so he made some noise, the ancestor of the Wu family is much more insidious in the city, not only the bells and whistles of the moves, it seems that the master is half a chip better than the master with static braking, in fact, as long as the master uses any of the seven swords of our Sword Sect's secret mountain high water deep sword qi, it is not bad."
The girl didn't have so much of a strong sense of honor in the sect, so she pouted and said: "The master used the swordsmanship at the bottom of the box, and the old man of the Wu family just did it casually, and the master didn't still lose, not to mention that in this way, the master even lost his bearing." ” The young man said depressedly: "Senior sister" Because of the appearance of Xuanyuan Ziyi, the girl who was already in a bad mood held her sword and glared: "What's wrong, you're not happy" The young man said in a low voice: "Autumn is high, autumn is cool." ” Li Yibai suddenly reminded: "You pay attention to the side of the King of Beiliang" Xu Fengnian and Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood facing each other, and the two were only two feet apart.
Xu Fengnian put his hands behind him, and his expression was calm.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't have the fatigue after the battle of life and death, but when she came, she pulled a small knot of skirt and loosened it.
The knot has been untied.
It's just that Xuanyuan Qingfeng has more dead leaves in his hand, and he said indifferently: "Three years later, I will become a land immortal, and Daxueping will live and die." ” Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "If I am not dead by then, whether you become a land immortal or not, I will go to Huishan to have a look." ” Xuanyuan Qingfeng twisted the sycamore leaves with his fingers, squinted his eyes, and his breath was gloomy.
Xu Fengnian's lips moved slightly, but he didn't make a sound.
But Xuanyuan Qingfeng knew what he was talking about.
Xu Fengnian's meaning is very simple, if you want to use him as a whetstone, defeat him, and thus reach the top of the martial arts, it is too early now.
Nowadays, Tai'an City, Cao Changqing, Deng Tai'a, Xu Yanbing, Chen Zhibao, Luoyang, these great masters are all "staring" here, how can it not be your turn Xuanyuan Qingfeng to come out.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng remained silent.
On the dragon claw old locust tree, the girl frowned, and the branches under her buttocks trembled slightly, but she hesitated for a moment, and still chose to sit quietly in place.
I saw that the "corpse" on the street, which should have died, was violently raised, and this time it was finally completely knifed.
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The figure of the "dead corpse" was like a tornado on land, and the blade bloomed with brilliant snow-white electric light, like a ball of light, tearing a ravine on the ground, and the broken bluestone splashed wildly.
The momentum of the hob knife has a bit of the demeanor of Xuanyuan Qingfeng when he appeared.
And unlike Xuanyuan Qingfeng's open appearance, this person's violent murder is particularly treacherous and fierce.
Li Yibai, the people of the rivers and lakes who could find something strange at the first time, thought that it would be a bloody battle with hand-to-hand combat, but the next moment the scene made them feel extremely absurd Xu Fengnian didn't even glance at the leader of Zhao Gou, but looked at the door of a restaurant.
The castrated guy suddenly hovered quietly in the air, neither rising nor falling, just "hanging" there.
Li Haoran suddenly discovered that this "young man" was like a piece of porcelain, which had been struck hundreds of times with a small hammer, and the porcelain itself had actually been shattered, but it did not break and bloom.
The leader of Zhao Gou, who rejuvenated with secret techniques and successfully pretended to be dead, is really dead this time and can't die anymore.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng rose from the ground, and Zihong swept away.
While almost everyone was looking at the still boy or the passing figure of Xuanyuan Qingfeng, a middle-aged Confucian with frosty temples crossed the threshold and slowly walked down the steps.
Under the sun, the green-shirted Confucian did not turn to face the young vassal king.
Xu Fengnian smiled, his hands drooped, and he shook his sleeves slightly.
At the end of the street, a middle-aged swordsman who was not striking was the first to come into view, followed by the second and third, each of whom was the same regardless of appearance or gas But no one holds a sword, it's a little different.
The swordsman at the head is the "inverted Tai'ah" who became famous for the peach blossom sword god.
He, or rather, they, kept stepping on this bluestone road leading to the Xiamawei Post House.
Same person, different sword.
At the same time, the green-shirted Confucian grabbed a chess piece with two fingers, opened it easily, and let the chess piece slowly fall to the ground.
The chess pieces fell more than half a foot, and he began to turn his back to the group of swordsmen, striding towards Xu Fengnian.
Dozens of sword-carrying people on the street who had already appeared, after the chess piece fell, all the swords in their hands, no matter what kind of holding posture, the tip of the sword did not move, but the sword body began to bend downward without exception.
But the vision doesn't stop there.
The young vassal king in a python robe stood still.
But on his left and right, at the same time, an ethereal old man in sheepskin appeared, looking up at the sky with his hands behind his back, and he didn't care about the affairs of the world.
A short old man with a sword case on his back, grinning and missing front teeth.
A burly, barefoot, white-haired old man in sackcloth, with his arms around his chest, his momentum like a rainbow.
A tall old man wearing a Wudang robe slowly raised his hand and made a finger to break the river.
There was a black-clothed monk who touched his head with a straight face.
There was a eunuch in a big red python robe, with his hands and ten fingers interlaced on his abdomen.
Chai Qingshan sat directly on the threshold of the restaurant without the demeanor of a grandmaster, looking at the old man wearing a pair of straw sandals beside the young vassal king.
Chai Qingshan's eyes were in a trance.
The old ancestor of the Wu family's sword mound rested his elbows on the window railing and smiled.
The old eunuch who was the master of ceremonies and penned the pen, and when he saw this scene, his lips turned white.
Chen Zhibao finally came to the window, followed by Song Tanglu, the eunuch in civilian clothes, who looked at the senior in the big red python on the street with a complicated expression.
The mink girl on the old locust tree stopped nibbling on the flatbread, I don't know if she was full, or if she wanted to keep some of that person to eat.
The big war is imminent Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath. , no more hustle and bustle, and the needle drop can be heard.
Three of the four great masters in the world, the three land immortals of Liyang, Xu Fengnian, the new martial emperor, Cao Changqing, the great official, and Deng Tai'a, the peach blossom sword god.
Gather in the capital and stand on three legs.
It's all one person and two people: