The mahogany sword whose sword intent pierced through Wang Xianzhi's chest was still hovering quietly beside Xu Fengnian before it was unsheathed.
Xu Fengnian who came from Yujian smiled and said, "Go one."
The mahogany sword is connected with people, and it slowly leaves the scabbard. It is extremely slow at the beginning, and gradually disappears as fast as a rolling thunder, so that a long rainbow mist is wrapped in the sky, which can be clearly seen even if you are not familiar with martial arts.
The root bone of this sword is like that old servant with missing front teeth nicknamed Jian Jiuhuang in the Jianghu. , It doesn't matter where you go, you can make do without missing the scenery along the way.
As soon as Jian Jiu came out, the peach wood sword disappeared. The aloof Wang Xianzhi flicked his fingers several times in succession, referring to the Xunlong acupoints in the Profound Realm, but he failed to break the key Qi veins that could travel six thousand miles with a single sword. The imperial examination scholars took up pens to solve the problems, but encountered difficulties and found it difficult to write. Wang Xianzhi turned his head suddenly, at the same time, a wisp of sword energy brushed past his cheek, cutting off several strands of snow-white hair of the old man.
Wang Xianzhi still didn't tap his fingers again, and continued to remain motionless, then took a step back slightly, a wisp of sword energy flew across his chest, cutting off some scraps of linen.
Afterwards, Wang Xianzhi kept his fingers bent all the time, but occasionally moved his footsteps, each time barely avoiding the hidden sword energy that had the slightest sharpness.
Wang Xianzhi was a little surprised. He was no stranger to this sword when he faced Huang Zhentu, who had climbed the tower for the second time, at the top of Emperor Wu's city. His sleeve was broken. Although it is only a sword of celestial phenomena, Jian Jiuhuang's celestial phenomena are very innovative. The origin of ordinary celestial phenomena masters comes from the opening sentence of a good article by a sage. All things, the birds sing to welcome the spring, the thunder shakes the summer, and the insects mourn the autumn wind and the winter. Therefore, the scholar-officials often ascend to the top and make a fuss. The reason why the swordsmen have been able to lead the way from generation to generation is that they can naturally use the sword in my hand. , To sue injustices and sweep up injustices. Wang Xianzhi once said to Cao Changqing privately that it would be better to abandon the country, abandon the books and practice the sword, and he would surely be able to transcend the ordinary and become a saint early.
And Jian Jiuhuang's ninth sword, clearly crossed the threshold of celestial phenomena, but did not reach the level of sword immortals, it did not give people the slightest sense of injustice and depression, on the contrary, it caught Wang Xianzhi at that time by surprise. It stands to reason that a good old man with a meek temperament can't practice a good sword no matter what. This is the same reason as Wen seems to see mountains and mountains, and the same is true for swordsmanship.
The current sword also has such a strange temperament. After the move, there is no grand sword momentum with black clouds overwhelming the city, but the sword is relentless. , It seems that the neighbors in the village are arguing, and they are in the way of affection. They move their mouths but not their hands, which makes people feel that there is only noise and annoying.
This new sword is only slightly different from the old sword Jian Jiuhuang handed over, the latter is more handy and more sophisticated.
Immortal Ling Feng Yujian, nineteen provinces of frost and cold overnight, this word is used to describe the swiftness of the sword fairy, and the mahogany sword suddenly came and went around Wang Xianzhi, also how many miles it took, hundreds of miles? a thousand miles
Wang Xianzhi knew it well, and had already swam around him for a full three thousand miles without any restraint! The furthest distance is nine miles away, but the nearest is passing by, so tirelessly going back and forth, or drawing an arc for more than ten feet, or flying in a straight line for three or four miles, there is no law, no trace to be found.
Wang Xianzhi was still waiting, still flexing his fingers without snapping his fingers.
It wasn't until the seventh time that he missed the mahogany sword by a tiny bit, after a moment, he finally tapped his finger lightly.
Fingers knocked in the air, but suddenly there was a very subtle sound of gold and stone impacting in front of Wang Xianzhi, the farther away from Wang Xianzhi, the louder the sound, rolling away without stopping.
Six miles away, the mahogany sword, which was made of ordinary materials but caused great trouble to Wang Xianzhi, exploded in mid-air and turned into a ball of sawdust.
Xu Fengnian, who was controlling the sword, waved his hand, and the debris returned from a distance, condensed into a sword, and gently returned to its sheath. After returning to the sheath, it dissipated again.
The scabbard is the sword mound.
Xu Fengnian inserted the scabbard into the yellow sand at his feet, apparently deciding not to use it anymore.
Lao Huang never talked about fancy truths, and he couldn't say that my hometown is where he feels at ease. He only said one thing, that is, he is an old man who has left his hometown. Wherever he sleeps comfortably, he is home. The shabby house next to the stables in Qingliangshan allowed him to sleep comfortably, and that was his home. Lying on the pillow box, thinking that there are several jars of old wine under the bed, there is nothing missing, so there is no need to think about it. Therefore, Lao Huang's sword is fearless when it is out of the sheath, and has no regrets when it returns to the sheath. Therefore, the last trip to the rivers and lakes with the sword, the sword returns to the sheath, and the person returns home.
Swordsmen of my generation are not afraid of life and death, and do not hesitate to break their beloved and famous swords.
This young Xu Feng who only has one soul and two souls said: "After the nine swords, it should be the ten swords."
He stretched out his hand, put his fingers together, and with a light touch, a long knife formed by the aura of purple and gold emerged under his finger, in the shape of a newly baked sixth-generation Beiliang knife.
Unorthodox Taoist classics record that a living person has three souls and seven souls, and the world is skeptical, but Xu Fengnian, who died under the pressure of Wang Xianzhi's world, is extremely certain, because apart from his fresh body, there is only one soul left to "clean up the filth" ", and the three souls and six souls obtained by the other "three people" have their own dreams. Xu Fengnian squatted by the pit. When another self was born, instead of watching the battle, he squatted down to take a quick breath, washing and removing the stale air in his body. After piercing through his decontamination, the world was turned upside down, and he was forced to give him countless vigor and filth. Gao Shulu's majestic physique can almost ignore ordinary injuries, and the speed of recovery is so fast that the general King Kong realm can't be compared. Even if the internal organs are smashed out, or even the heart is pierced, it is against the law to continue to survive for several hours. .
The squatting Xu Fengnian was surrounded by black air, and he concentrated on the cracks on the edge of the big pit under his feet.
See Weizhi's works.
After Xu Fengnian became number six in the world, many outsiders began to study the martial arts history of this king of Xinliang. Most of them were surprised by Xu Fengnian's stealing of his master. In order to understand the meaning of the sword, he memorized how many small gullies were cut by the flying swords on both sides, and he didn't know how much thought he spent in order to grasp Master Liu Hao's entry into the city and Song Nianqing's staggering sword. And after the peach wood sword, which can be called Wang Xiaoping's relic, returned to the top of Lianhua Peak, it was not to impart the sword intent indirectly, but to search for clues to explore Wang Xianzhi's unique qi movement. Xuanyuan Qingfeng blocked the way, just to pay off the debt, to make a decision, to cut off the mind, unable to pass the test, everything is over, after passing the test, you can ride the best in the martial arts. However, the resistance between Wudang Sword Chi and the useless monk was not as simple as that. One wanted to be innocent, and the other was offering incense, but there was no doubt that both of them were trying to find a flaw that Wang Xianzhi might not have existed at all.
Except for the unexpected Miss Hehe, it was Xu Yanbing's turn to stand alone and temporarily block Wang Xianzhi's way.
He must have been determined to die.
This man once said with a smile that Xu Yanbing can die in Beiliang, but the King of Beiliang is indispensable.
It's a joke, but it's definitely not a joke.
Xu Fengnian, who was squatting, didn't bother to wipe off the blood on his face. In fact, the boots that touched the ground had already been polished, and his feet were bloody. , but after being thrown to the ground by Wang Xianzhi, these injuries recovered at a speed that can be seen by the naked eye, but the torn clothes on the shoulders and bottomless boots can prove that the situation at that moment was precarious, and now it is enough to look at Liyang North Xu Fengnian of Mang's two rivers and lakes, how many people can make him suffer such a serious injury? Except for Wang Xianzhi, who hadn't done his best yet, there were only two Tuoba Bodhisattvas, Deng Tai'a, who were determined to fight to the death! Xu Fengnian continued to stare at the cracks on the ground, and only when his eyelids were really covered by blood stains would he raise his arms and carelessly wipe away the thick blood dripping from between his brows.
Standing Xu Fengnian held the handle of the knife, looked down at the unusual Beiliang knife, and said to himself, "This knife should have been given to Zhao Huangchao."
He closed his eyes, took a big step back, stretched his right hand forward, and held the knife behind his left hand.
The wind is surging, and the yellow sand is floating.
Xu Fengnian, who was squatting, finally stood up, as if he wanted to witness "I" swung the knife, stretched out a finger and pressed it between the eyebrows, the blood was blocked, but still seeped from the gap between the fingers, on the piece of paper that the old man from Beiliang It is said to be very like a princess's face, with twists and turns dripping down.
Cut out with one knife.
Hear the sound of continuous thunder first, and then see this saber qi tearing the sky apart with a single line of force.
This is a knife that Xu Fengnian realized by himself. The first half of the knife's move comes from close observation of the tide of the Guangling River. Before the tide head is seen, the sound of the tide is like thunder, and then you can see a white and horizontal river on the foggy river. The head is gradually raised, like a row of majestic snow mountains falling from Kunlun Mountain.
The second half of the knife is more spiritual, because it is out of the body and wandering in the Spring and Autumn Period, and witnessed the turbulent and tragic decisive battle of Xileibi, with plain clothes and plain clothes beating the drums, how many people put on armor and led the horse back
There is such a sword that has never been seen in the world because of the integration of each other one after another. Lao Huang will not name the sword move, and Xu Fengnian has no time to name it.
This knife is like freehand ink splashed on paper, the blade is like a pen with heavy ink, and it spills out a huge arc.
Wang Xianzhi didn't dodge, he pressed the top of the stellar qi arc with both hands, and was carried high into the sky by the saber arc, until he disappeared into the sky and disappeared at all.
At the higher place where Wang Xianzhi stopped, the Gang Qi that had been cut off did not dissipate in the Nine Heavens, but formed a more majestic turning back in the old Yancang like the Guangling River after a tidal wave rushed past. tide!
The spring tide poured down majestically from the sky.
Since Wang Xianzhi smashed Xu Fengnian into the ground after his murderous intentions abounded.
Reciprocity is always the right thing to do.
Xu Fengnian, who made a knife, did not wait for Wang Xianzhi to break through the Gangqi waterfall, and then wiped out a Beiliang knife. It is simple and thick, and it is the first generation of the Xu family's sword.
Xu Xiao sent troops out of the two Liaos and went south all the way.
Crossing the river to the south again and again, fighting to the death again and again, narrowly escaped death again and again, making jokes for outsiders, and being ridiculed as a mad dog that is willing to bite people desperately without giving a bone to the Liyang court.
Xu Xiao never opened his mouth to argue with anyone, and he never explained anything to his eldest son Xu Fengnian before he was alive.
Xu Xiao has always been a precarious pawn. He doesn't want to die, but he is not afraid of death either.
Take care of your mother's world structure, your mother's emperors and generals, and your mother's chessboard rules!
Holding the saber, Xu Feng took a step forward, with the tip of the saber pointing upwards, pointing directly at Wang Xianzhi in the sky.
Softly muttered: "Cross the river!"
A black rainbow hangs upside down from the ground.
Wang Xianzhi, who was fighting against the falling waterfall, was hit in the chest by the knife, and the two Xu Fengnian standing on the ground could see the black spot that was slowly pressed down by the waterfall, and then the knife hit back violently to the dome beyond sight .
Xu Fengnian, who had traveled through black and white, sighed, and said softly, "It's difficult."
Xu Fengnian nodded, but soon smiled and said: "But now the old man dare not only contribute seven or eight parts."
As soon as this sentence was finished, a beam of light descended from the sky, and the earth shook accordingly.
Wang Xianzhi, like a heavenly god, walked out of the gate of heaven and descended into the world!
A wound the size of a fist was exposed on the heart of the old man in sackcloth. Even though the physique of this world's number one person is not inferior to that of Gao Shulu, who has been at the peak for four hundred years, there is still no sign of recovery. There are buds in the flesh, and the scene is strange. , died suddenly.
What is even more mysterious is that after Wang Xianzhi was knocked into the sky, he pulled down a lightning bolt that was as long as a spear.
Wang Xianzhi, whose shoulders were severely damaged in sackcloth, looked indifferent, and asked, "Is this the only thing you can do?"
Who in the world can match this martial artist who has probably surpassed heaven and man
How can we talk about winning and killing him
What's more, Xu Fengnian probably won't be able to wait for the last soul of the long-distance traveler who has not returned.