In Wang Xianzhi's opinion, the saying that Jianghu martial arts are extensive and profound is quite boring. The old man has seen too many so-called unique new tricks, but they are just old wine in new bottles, and it is difficult to escape the rules set by the predecessors, especially swordsmen The peak of the predecessors is really too high, and most of the descendants are only on the way to climb the mountain. Therefore, during this period, there is nothing new to say about dozens of swords, and it is even more difficult to make Wang Xianzhi shine.
It's just that Wang Xiaoping's half sword, the unsheathed sword and the sword, Wang Xianzhi didn't take it lightly. He originally wanted to use the way he used to deal with the Huishan woman. Just attack. Wang Xianzhi, who rested on the mountain in his palm, finally did not do whatever he wanted. He changed from supporting the stone with one palm to supporting the stone with both hands. Then, the whole ten-thousand-jin stone was smashed into hundreds of thousands of gravels, and the gravels were scattered, and the gravels were implicated by air mechanisms between the gravels.
Wang Xianzhi pressed his wrists tightly, twisted his hands, and the many broken stones that seemed to be about to disintegrate instantly re-condensed, forming a stone formation that looked like a big circle from a distance. There were countless tiny purple lightning crazily flowing between the cracks between the broken stones. As Wang Xianzhi's hands suddenly spread On top of the old man's head, there seemed to be a group of purple and black crows in a half-fan shape.
The group of gravel crows did not stand still, but drew water one at a time. The Guangling River under Wang Xianzhi's feet kept gushing water columns as thick as arms.
If the crows are the face of a fan, then these rapidly rising and rotating water columns become the bones of that fan.
Wang Xiaoping went down to Wudang Mountain to sharpen his swordsmanship. Today, Wang Xianzhi was forced to go down the mountain with a single sword, but an outsider came, who could be regarded as the person who went down the mountain, but the timing of his appearance happened to be Wang Xiaoping's sword attack and Wang Xianzhi's crows, which was not beneficial to the overall situation. , without harming the overall situation, so both of them chose to turn a blind eye to this person intentionally or unintentionally. This uninvited guest was wearing an old Taoist robe that was washed to white, but it was not the style of Dragon and Tiger Wudang Mountains. It looked like a man of no doubt about his age. He was one mile away from the Guangling River and happened to see Wang Xianzhi's The white rainbow slammed into the purple clothes. The middle-aged Taoist didn't seem to be running wildly. Every step was still leisurely, but he approached the river bank in the blink of an eye. Standing on the bank, the Taoist seemed to sigh slightly as he watched the Ziyi in Huishan fall into the rolling water in the middle of the river.
The middle-aged Taoist didn't jump into the river to save people, but turned his head to look at the "fan" created by Wang Xianzhi's mobilization of the crowd. He frowned. Everyone knows that when Old Monster Wang was sitting in Wudi City, he greeted countless masters, Martial art moves, never seeking fancy, in short, that is to fight with him, it will be ugly, whether you are Cao Changqing who monopolizes the eight fights, or the Peach Blossom Sword God who wins the sword by controlling the sword, you will not Give the layman the impression of shaking the world and crying ghosts and gods. The body of the Taoist remained motionless, his left hand drew an arc, causing ripples, as if he was covering something invisible, but the five fingers of his right hand were making a spell, which was so fast that it was dazzling.
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There are few remaining thirteen tops in the Spring and Autumn Period, and this Taoist who has been hiding his fame from the beginning to the end occupies the "several tops."
It seems that the age of forty is not confusing, but in fact it has already exceeded a hundred years old. It's just that the way he practiced has no hope of reaching the heavenly realm of rejuvenation. A hundred years ago, Lu Zu passed the gate of heaven without entering, but the ascension or not that the world is desperately seeking is just a matter of his thought. In the long years, he has seen too many ups and downs in the world, discussed with Qi Xuanjia who was the reincarnation of Lu Zu many times, raised evil dragons for the Liyang Zhao family in Difei Mountain, and intrigued with the three generations of Dragon and Tiger Mountain Headmasters. He even walked across the rivers and lakes with Liu Songtao, the leader of Zhulu Mountain who was invincible in the world a hundred years ago, and was both an enemy and a friend. The Taoist stopped to form the formula, and he knew the battle between the two in the distance.
Wang Xianzhi is nearly a hundred years old, and he has reached the top of martial arts for nearly a year. Compared with ordinary people, he has lived so long that almost everyone has forgotten that this burly old man was once a scholar who aspired to the temple, and also once Imitating that Qingliu celebrity to go to Feather Fan Lunjin to give advice to the country, but due to various chances, he threw his pen and book into the rivers and lakes, and has never looked back since then. The demon leader Huang Sanjia led the fortunes of the country to flow into the rivers and lakes. Wang Xianzhi originally won the top spot. He was similar to a powerful minister in the temple who held the emperor to make the princes. No one can compete with him. Gao Shulu, Liu Songtao a hundred years ago, but Wang Xianzhi did not act like this. Whether it was Song Nianqing, who was born with a calf and was not afraid of tigers, or Cao Changqing, who was new to the sky, none of these martial arts masters with good luck died in Wudi City. This trip left the East China Sea, facing Xuanyuan Qingfeng who was hitting the stone with pebbles, he could be killed or not, but Wang Xiaoping was different. The latter was backed by a Wudang Mountain. In the future, the people on the mountain would face the fishing fairy directly, and finally formed a brand-new pattern that had not been seen in a thousand years. Heaven and man are separated. In the future rivers and lakes, not to mention the grand occasion of seven or eight land gods emerging together, I am afraid that none of them will be left. Even the realm of celestial phenomena is an extravagant hope. In such a situation, Wang Xianzhi, who sealed the border and cracked the soil with one person's strength, naturally hated it deeply.
Wang Xianzhi not only wants to block Wang Xiaoping's next unsheathed sword, but also cuts off the connection between Jian Chi and Wudang in one go!
I saw Wang Xianzhi clenched his fists and threw it forward.
The fan rushed in front of him, overwhelming mountains and seas, and a strong wind rose.
Wang Xiaoping still closed his eyes tightly, put his left hand and fingers together, and pushed forward on the mahogany scabbard, and the scabbard slid out gently.
There is no unrivaled aura of bullfighting, and no vision of turbulent wind and clouds. Even if the rubble surrounded by purple lightning rolled towards him, followed by a huge wave and a high wall toppled over, the speed at which the sword was unsheathed was still unhurried.
The next scene shocked the world, the Wudang Taoist was rushed by the overwhelming gravel and lightning, and there was another big wave hitting the top. After this round of offensive, countless gravels did not roll to the ground according to common sense, but suspended one by one on the shore, slowly rotating, when the sky was covered with dark clouds, and then revealed a crystal clear and extremely long white line, looming, as if It hangs down from the nine heavens, slightly tilted, pointing at Wang Xiaoping whose mahogany sword is still not fully unsheathed, the end of the white thread hangs three feet above the Taoist's head.
People in the world say that there are gods with their heads up three feet, which means that God keeps in mind the good and evil of people.
With a sneer on Wang Xianzhi's face, he stretched out his finger and twisted it lightly, and the "fishing line" was broken.
The middle-aged Taoist muttered to himself: "At the end of the day, Li Chungang could lose to Wang Xianzhi, and Wang Xianzhi, you can also lose to a rising star, but the world must not just be lifeless. A chivalrous man breaks the ban with martial arts but goes further and further away?"
The Taoist sighed, "Xu Fengnian from Beiliang wants to guard the northwest gate and give the people of the Central Plains a peace. His original intention is not bad, but he has too much ties to Wudang. Once he is promoted by him, he will definitely join hands with Li Yufu. So there is Two choices, not killing Xu Fengnian, will save decades of turmoil in the world. Kill Xu Fengnian, the world is still the world, no matter how strong the imperial court is, it can generally keep the water in the well. Now someone may want to fill the river and lake It is reasonable for you, Wang Xianzhi, to refuse to agree to this well as the keeper of the well."
When he saw that the tight white line above Wang Xiaoping's head seemed to be cut off suddenly, the remaining white line violently popped up in an arc in the air, and finally slowly dissipated into the clouds.
Wang Xiaoping still didn't draw his sword.
His fingers had almost slid to the tip of the sword, which meant that the scabbard was about to leave the sword completely.
The Taoist didn't know whether it was the sorrow of the rabbit who died and the fox who was also a cultivator, or the compassion of human beings. He couldn't bear to look, and turned his head to look at the river. In fact, if Wang Xiaoping used his sword earlier, only to break Wang Xianzhi's cage, then he would live more than die. Given Wang Xianzhi's seldom angry temper, it may not be necessary to put Wang Xiaoping to death. But since this sword obsessed person is obsessed with it, Wang Xianzhi should really want to kill him.
The Taoist cultivates solitude, but it is difficult to agree with Wang Xiaoping's persistence.
So what if it's a sword from the Earth Immortal
Taking a ten thousand step back, even if Wang Xianzhi could be hurt, it would only show the young vassal an insignificant flaw, and it would not stop Wang Xianzhi from going to Liang to kill people.
Is it worth it to exchange one's life for others to have a little more chance of winning
The Taoist suddenly opened his eyes wide. He was a little shocked even if he was such an old monster who was called a thousand-year-old bastard by Xu Fengnian.
Wang Xiaoping opened his eyes, and when the scabbard was about to fall, instead of taking advantage of the situation to take out the sword, he pushed the sword back into the scabbard and said softly, "Go."
The mahogany sword, still in its sheath, disappeared in a flash.
Passengers on many ferry boats traveling to and from the mountain gorge screamed at the same time without exception. It turned out that the boats under their feet began to lose control. , the arrow generally rushes downward.
All this stems from the fact that the Guangling River, which is bounded by Wang Xiaoping and Xiawei, was suddenly drawn away.
The river leaving the waterway is as thick as a mountain peak, rising into the sky like a blue sword that has never been seen before or since!
It bends around Wang Xiaoping, then hangs in the air and straightens in an instant, the tip of the sword points directly at Wang Xianzhi who is standing in the air without the river below!
Wang Xiaoping gave a soft drink and took a step forward.
A sword was finally handed out.
Make a long sword from a section of river water!