Xu Fengnian looked up at the old man.
Wang Xianzhi was far from dead, and she didn't show resentment, but just quietly looked down at the young man.
It seems that the whole world is stagnant.
Wang Xianzhi finally closed his eyes, and those scattered energy condensed into another Wang Xianzhi, which fell to the ground.
With the wind, it flew past the old man's illusory figure.
Xu Fengnian said calmly, "You won."
Two celestial pillars covered with golden and simple seal characters slowly droop to the west.
Obviously, although Wang Xianzhi, who is scattered but concentrated, has no power to kill Xu Fengnian who has no more power, but the gate of heaven has been opened, he still wants to leave. How will Xu Fengnian, who has nowhere to hide, deal with himself when he never talks about the rules
Wang Xianzhi ignored Xu Fengnian and the two uninvited guests who appeared out of the corner of his eyes. A man stopped his horse, but he raised his hand to retrieve the instant gun, and another handsome young man with indistinguishable sex took back the Xiudongchun gun. Ray double sword. The old man walked towards the gate of heaven, but instead of stepping into it, he stood with his hands behind his back and said with a smile, "It doesn't mean anything."
Wang Xianzhi turned around, looked to the east, and said in a deep voice, "Jiang Fu Ding will fight the tide for ten years."
The old man then turned his gaze to the north, and said calmly, "Groom Yu, go to the extreme northern ice field."
In the end, Wang Xianzhi stared at the shepherd boy who stumbled and ran a mile away, and smiled, "I have some chance with this old man."
Lou Huang, the swordsman of Emperor Wu City, was one step late, holding on to the hilt of the Bodhisattva's sword, his eyes were bloodshot.
Lou Huang took off the scabbard, knelt on the ground, put the ancient sword by his side, kowtowed heavily, and said with a sob: "Disciple Lou Huang, I respectfully send Master off."
Wang Xianzhi finally looked at the apprentice, and ordered: "When the master's soul is gone, you don't need to take revenge. You will bury the master's bones on the top of Kunlun Mountain."
Lou Huang's face was buried in the rough sand, and he didn't make a sound.
Wang Xianzhi didn't care about this disciple's overkill, turned his head and looked at the young feudal lord who seemed to have suddenly become rich and lost all his wealth, and for the first time showed a knowing smile, and said: "It's said that Wu Wusecond, you have managed to Even if you beat this old man, you won't be number one, and this old man feels a little unworthy for you."
Xu Fengnian replied: "There is still some ability left, which can support the younger generation to go to Longhu Mountain. The practice of martial arts in the past few years is not considered as fetching water from a bamboo basket. The enemies in the future should meet each other on the battlefield in the temple."
Wang Xianzhi nodded and said: "The person who has defeated the old man must have this kind of bearing."
When Lou Huang was on the edge of the battlefield, Huang Sanjia and Miss Hehe also came.
Huang Longshi, who plotted against Xu Fengnian and Wang Xianzhi one after another, did not look complacent. The old man took the little girl's hand and sneered at Wang Xianzhi: "You can't stop the emperor from laying down a million corpses in a rage, and you just want to let future generations The man splattered three feet of blood in a rage, and fought against the former. But I don’t know that everyone has his own fate, where is it your turn to mess with this care. In the world from now on, there will be no kind of generals, and the emperor’s throne will take turns. It is not unusual Scholars, even peddlers and pawns, can sit on it and have fun. The less immortals there are in the world, the more chivalrous they are. Wang Xianzhi, what's wrong with the lack of a handful of gods flying around in the world? He has his own chivalry The two characters support the rivers and lakes. Without Feisheng, the source of the rivers and lakes is not in the sky, and naturally they will not die."
Wang Xianzhi smiled and said, "Okay."
Wang Xianzhi looked around, looked away, and murmured: "If that's the case, then it's not in vain for me to stay in the rivers and lakes."
Wang Xianzhi gave a soft drink.
The soul is divided into three parts and disappears as a rainbow.
The magnificent Tianmen gradually dissipated.
Wang Xianzhi doesn't ascend to the sky, doesn't reincarnate, and doesn't want to live. Instead, he generously gives three opportunities to future generations.
One went to Emperor Wudi City in the East China Sea, one went to Tai'an City in the capital, and the last one went to the nearby shepherd boy.
Lou Huang discarded the long sword, walked towards the fallen body of his master with his bare hands, picked it up lightly, and walked farther and farther north.
Huang Longshi took his daughter and walked eastward, "There is a beginning and an end. After the old man dies, remember to find the old man's daughter and take good care of her."
Bai Hu'er wore embroidered winter and spring thunder on his face, walked up to Xu Fengnian, and asked, "Are you going to Longhu Mountain?"
Xu Fengnian nodded, and asked back, "Then you?"
Bai Hu'er smiled and said: "I don't have the habit of being in debt, since you killed Wang Xianzhi for me, then I will try to kill Tuoba Bodhisattva."
Xu Feng said in a young voice: "Don't die."
Bai Hu'er put a smile on his face.
Xu Fengnian said to Xu Yanbing: "Uncle Xu, please bring that child back. I plan to accept him as an apprentice."
Xu Yanbing hummed, picked up his gun and rode his horse north, and found the skinny shepherd boy who had fainted on the ground because he was "overwhelmed".
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On Longhu Mountain, a middle-aged Taoist looks like he is fishing by the deep pool. The purple bamboo fishing rod has no hook or bait.
A green leaf floated in front of him.
Taoist Zhao Huangchao occasionally stared at Ye Zhong's uncertain veins, and occasionally raised his hands to pinch his fingers to calculate the secrets. At first, they were mostly in the frame. Zhao Huangchao also had a relaxed demeanor, and Ye Zhong's veins turned bright and dark a few times, even though the Taoist Xiu Yin frowned, he never lost his face in shock.
Until the leaves are instantly withered and yellow, and cut off along a vein.
Zhao Huangchao was speechless in a daze, his face pale as he watched the two leaves falling on the water surface of the deep green pool.
Zhao Huangchao raised his head suddenly, looked to the northwest, and said angrily: "Old man Wang is so useless!"
A red rainbow smashed into the deep pool.
Zhao Huangchao resolutely discarded the fishing rod, climbed the mountain and plundered, thinking of crossing the mountain, and ran northward, rushing to Difei Mountain where he insisted on raising an evil dragon in the first blessed place of Taoism.
The "guest from afar" knocked out most of the accumulated water in a bottomless pool, like a huge green lotus blooming in the Dragon and Tiger Mountain.
Zhao Huangchao stepped on the canopy of towering ancient trees, as if walking on flat ground, his body leaned forward sharply, and his Taoist robe swayed in the wind.
Dazheng rides the wind.
It's just that a cold murderous intent enveloped his back, and Zhao Huangchao, who knew something was wrong, pinched his hands with ten fingers and was about to say the word "array" that became a prophecy, and gave the monster behind him who had never had a chance to recognize his face. , grabbed a leg!
The Longhushan visitor sneered, "Go back!"
As a result, Zhao Huangchao's body was lifted high, and then he threw it viciously into the deep pool with undulating water.
The Taoist didn't have time to unload his strength, and his back crashed into the water.
The visitor was determined to beat the dog in the water, and he fell into the pool almost at the same time as Zhao Huangchao, and appeared beside the Taoist, with his five fingers like hooks, he firmly held the Taoist's head with one hand, and pressed down!
Standing and lying down, we broke through the pool of water and fell together.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Huangchao's head and back hit a bluestone protruding from the bottom of the pool together.
The bluestone shattered instantly!
The man raised his arm slightly, still grasping the Taoist's head, and slammed into the stone wall on the side of the deep pool again.
Zhao Huangchao seemed to be nailed into a stone wall.
The man still refused to give up, he retracted his five fingers, and then sent them away again. This repeated non-stop, the head of the Taoist hit the stone wall again and again like a bell.
No less than a hundred dull and frightening bells sounded from Longhu Mountain.
The whole pool boiled and rolled, and then turned into a burst of white mist.
The truth came out, and the pool was empty.
The Taoist Zhao Huangchao's skull and spine were shattered. From the beginning to the end, he couldn't utter a single word, so he couldn't die anymore.