Xuanyuan Qingfeng watched helplessly as the fist and Changhong rushed towards his face, helpless.
I'm afraid that in the eyes of the second-rank junior master, the hostess of Daxueping is a bit vulnerable.
Ordinary warriors feel that as long as they are lucky enough to enter the realm of celestial phenomena, the energy in their bodies can penetrate the world, and they can be inexhaustible. This kind of cognition cannot be wrong, it is only half right. After all, masters in the Celestial Realm are not land gods who are free and unrestrained in the world. For masters in this level, Gao Shulu once compared it to erecting a Qingyun ladder, sitting in Kunlun from the next level. Looking at the sea from the top, there is obviously a difference, one is still climbing the mountain, and the other has already reached the top, so as long as someone breaks this ladder that has been on the rise, they can only stop. Han Diao Temple is good at killing celestial phenomena, precisely because of this The human cat's fingers are the most suitable for demolishing ladders. It's just that Han Shengxuan had to fight close to the body to peel off the cocoons, but Wang Xianzhi was not. From the beginning to the end, the city lord of Wudi City did not get close to Xuanyuan Qingfeng. The distance between the two is not too close.
At this moment, Xuanyuan Qingfeng's head was empty, and he couldn't think of anything. I can't remember the osmanthus rain in Huishan, the long and mellow fragrance of daughter red, and the heavy rain on the snowy plain.
When she slowly let out a mouthful of turbid air, it was equivalent to letting go of her last breath, allowing only the remaining air mechanism to collapse, and the purple clothes fluttered more and more in the wind. Xuanyuan Qingfeng closed his eyes, his heart was like still water, and his last thought was that the two should be cleared up. When I was young, I didn’t know much about the world, and I always liked to ask my nerdy father about this and that. Somehow, I asked about love between men and women. My father always liked to decipher Chinese characters, so he used Qing to decipher love. The radicals of the two characters are water and heart. When will I do it? The heart is like still water, when you really let go, you will be completely clean.
Standing on the top of the cliff, Wang Xianzhi frowned when she saw the purple clothes that Changhong had bumped into. This woman realized that she was dying, but it was too late.
It's not impossible for Wang Xianzhi to change his mind and smash the punch on his own, leaving the woman alive, but the old man is a Jiazi in Jieshi to the east, and he is too lazy to wait for the next Sina head to hit the shore.
At the moment when the Baihong fist was about to blow Xuanyuan Qingfeng to pieces, Wang Xianzhi suddenly turned his head and looked at the left bank of the Guangling River. As far as he could see, he could see a middle-aged Taoist priest rushing to the iron pillar of the iron lock on the Shenjiang site, and then Leaping high across the wide river, he lifted his sword and landed on another iron pillar on the opposite bank. His figure was extremely fast. Even Wang Xianzhi, who had truly achieved invincible combat all over the world, couldn't help being a little impressed. The Taoist priest's step across the river is far from being able to describe it, but the Taoist priest is not only there, the sword energy comes only when the person arrives, this is one of the essences of the immortal's sword control. I saw that the fast-moving fist was cut off without warning when the Taoist stopped, and it disappeared in an instant. Song Nianqing, who had been replaced with a new fourteen sword, could not make any moves so crisply Even if the fist is cut in two, Wang Xianzhi's fist can still use the first half of his fist to smash Xuanyuan Qingfeng to death, instead of being completely wiped out now.
Standing proudly on the top of the cliff, Wang Xianzhi guessed the identity of this swordsman at the first time. Wang Xiaoping, the sword idiot, has always been famous for his pure sword heart. The big tops have different distances, and Wang Xiaoping always practiced swords by standing on one peak and pointing his sword at another peak. There were brothers on the peak throwing a fallen leaf at random, until the sword energy hit the leaf but did not penetrate the leaf, it was considered complete. Wang Xianzhi used to wait in the East China Sea for the world's top warriors to enter the city and go up the tower. There are only a handful of people who have waited but have not waited. Unparalleled murderous intent. Wang Xianzhi was far from angry about Wang Xiaoping's sudden appearance today, and smashing his fist with his sword before it was sheathed. Even if she passed that hurdle by a blessing in disguise, and her future achievements in the martial arts world reach unattainable heights, that is no longer what Wang Xianzhi wants to care about.
Now Wang Xianzhi just wants to experience Wang Xiaoping's next sword move.
Wang Xiaoping stood on the shore, holding an ordinary Taoist mahogany sword in his hand, and looked up at the old man. Ever since this old man defeated Li Chungang, he had no equal opponents. In the hearts of all Wang Xiaoping's sword practitioners, this was an indescribable sullen feeling, because he, Wang Xianzhi, stepped on the head of kendo to reach the top of the world. The prosperity of the sword forest has always been claimed to occupy half of the rivers and lakes. After Li Chungang lost, he was as strong as the new sword god Deng Tai'a and failed to pull Wang Xianzhi from the altar. The great master of swordsmanship, the Wu family Jianzhong Su Wang The former owner of the sword, Dongyue Jianchi Song Nianqing, also couldn't express his feelings with a sword. As long as Wang Xianzhi is alive, the swordsman will not be able to lift his head for a day, so why talk about a sword
Wang Xiaoping practiced swords since he was a child, and he thought that one day he would ask swordsmen in Wudi City, Wang Xianzhi who once said, "I see swordsmen in the world like actors": Are there really no swordsmen in my generation? !
Wang Xianzhi said loudly: "Wang Xiaoping, before the old man enters the territory of Beiliang, I can only wait for you for three swords."
Wang Xiaoping didn't reply loudly, but looked away, glanced at the mahogany sword in his hand, and said softly: "One sword is enough."
Wang Xianzhi went to Beiliang this time, but she didn't go too fast. If she went too fast, the long-awaited battle would become meaningless, but she couldn't go too slowly. Back then, the young woman surnamed Jiang forced open the gate of heaven, Wang Xianzhi could not take it to heart at all, but if it was replaced by someone with the surname Xu, it would be hard to say. Huang Longshi, the demon who fears the world will not be chaotic, circulates the residual qi of the eight subjugated countries into the rivers and lakes. Various opportunities arise one after another, and chaos arises. It is rare in a hundred years, and it is not too much to call it once in fifty years. The result is like mushrooms springing up in the same spring, without any scruples about whether there will be no harvest in the coming year. It is important to know that many things are divided into big and small years, and big years are too big , Xiaonian is really too young to die. Among this large group of spring bamboo shoots, the young man surnamed Xu is undoubtedly a rising star, but his position is just under the evergreen bamboo like Wang Xianzhi!
In fact, Xuanyuan Qingfeng's defeat was not as wronged as he imagined. Over the years, only Deng Tai'a's flying sword, Cao Changqing's sleeve, Gu Jiantang's square inch thunder, the young Song Nianqing's powerful sword energy, and Jian Jiu were the only ones who could get close to Wang Xianzhi. Huang Zhentu's dying sword is very rare.
Of course, the most recent time was the fist of the young feudal lord.
Wang Xiaoping suddenly raised his head and smiled, "Wang Xianzhi, what are you doing standing so high?"
After finishing speaking, Wang Xiaoping slightly raised the left arm holding the sword, twisted the wrist, and pointed the tail of the peach wood sheath at the canyon wall, slanted slightly, as if pointing something, and patted the hilt of the sword with his right hand lightly.
The sword in his hand is one of the dozens of peachwood swords newly made this summer. Because it is not the high-quality Feicheng peachwood, the color is only slightly coppery, not to mention the pleasant woody fragrance. He lives together with the useless monk Liu Songtao Later, the nearby villagers had heard that hanging a peach tree on the door can ward off evil spirits, but they did not dare to carve a sword privately, and finally caught a serious wandering Taoist priest. At first, it was just a fisherman who asked Wang Xiaoping Asked for a peach wood sword, and later it was passed on ten to ten times, and the common people came to the door one after another. Wang Xiaoping didn't refuse, and they all agreed. Up to now, eight swords are still in arrears. Those who are peaches are also ghosts. Almost everyone on Wudang Mountain has a peach wood sword. Before going down the mountain, Wang Xiaoping was carrying the talisman sword Shentu, but he became a different kind. I remember that at the beginning of going down the mountain, my junior brother Hong Xixiang sent it to the archway of the mountain gate, and said with a smile that he would help him, the little brother Wang, to carve He bought half a mahogany sword, and Wang Xiaoping went down the mountain with the sword, so he didn't care about a mahogany sword that was readily available both up and down the mountain.
The tail of the mahogany sword, after a slap, slightly tilted up.
"rise."
Wang Xiaoping said a word lightly.
After a moment of silence, there was a series of rumbling sounds that could be heard endlessly.
I saw the gorge wall at Wang Xianzhi's feet, from bottom to top, as if a mountain-breaking sword "picked the mountain" from it, the cliff was split in two, and rocks rolled into the river continuously, stirring up thousands of waves.
"You already have such vigor when you raise your sword. It seems that you want to learn from Li Chungang's unsheathing? Since you are only willing to draw a sword, I will follow you."
Wang Xianzhi smiled and jumped down the cliff lightly. The speed of falling was not too fast. Before his feet hit the water, a huge rock just happened to crack from the mountain. Wang Xianzhi stretched out a palm to support the heavy wall stone several people high , and ran across the river towards Wang Xiaoping.
Holding up the ten thousand catty boulder with one hand, but on the surface of the river under Wang Xianzhi's feet, there were only circles of almost invisible ripples from being stepped on.
Looking at the strange scene of rolling stones on the river, Wang Xiaoping recalled for no reason that the elder brother in charge pointed out that he had broken the Canglan River. It was not because he wanted to show the gods on the mountain’s mystical skills in front of the people, but because the heavy rain came suddenly, and several ferries were turbulent. It was only then that the turbulent river upstream was stopped until the ferry arrived safely.
In the past on the mountain, he, Wang Xiaoping, was the most diligent and obsessed in practicing martial arts among his seniors. He always felt that his seniors didn’t take cultivation seriously, and it’s okay not to insist on proving Taoism and longevity, but he also didn’t care too much about "Wudang Dangxing". Those four words, senior brother Wang Chonglou always said that he was not in a hurry, and that junior brother Hong who called him Senior Brother Xiao Wang always felt a little bit of indisputable resentment, but when he heard that his junior brother really went down the mountain one day, Wang Xiaoping I also think that it would be better for my junior brother to stay on the mountain for the rest of his life and cultivate that unrealistic way
Wang Xiaoping was completely ecstatic, as if he didn't see that Wang Xianzhi had rushed towards him with the boulder on his back.
Wang Xiaoping smiled knowingly.
I remembered that when I was young, Wang Chonglou, who was a brother of the same school and a loving father, always liked to throw a child high into the sky, and then smiled and said "catch me" when he hugged him.
I remembered sitting on the neck of senior brother Song Zhiming, and went to the top of the Great Lotus Peak to watch the sunset together. I remembered that when I was a boy, I won the sword competition and was said by my master to be the most victorious senior brother Chen You, but Chen Senior Brother didn’t feel any loss, he just turned his back and left. Afterwards, I heard that Chen Senior Brother laughed so hard at that time. From ear to ear. I remembered that senior brother Yu Xingrui would always go to Zizhu Forest to talk to him about some anecdotes down the mountain every time he went down the mountain, regardless of whether he was impatient or not.
Wang Xiaoping changed back to the usual sword-holding posture, and at the same time took a step back with his right foot, holding the hilt of the mahogany sword with his right hand.
Slowly close your eyes.
The middle-aged Taoist priest was standing on the bank of the Guangling River, and the river retreated as he slapped the bank.
Behind him, the iron pillar that used to be padlocked to block the river began to shake violently, and the foundation of the platform began to crack inch by inch.
Wang Xiaoping only thought of four words.
Wudang has swords.