Facing Tuoba Bodhisattva, Xu Fengnian held the unremarkable wooden sword and lightly shook the sword flower. This stance has been overused by countless swordsmen in the world, even fledgling swordsmen who are just holding the three-foot green sword for the first time can also put it on. But Tuoba Bodhisattva's expression was more dignified than facing the majestic four swords before. Xu Fengnian took half a step forward with his left foot, then took a step with his right foot, then took two steps with his left foot, and four steps with his right foot, and so on, Xu Fengnian's steps became bigger and bigger, and the last step was already It is like a long sweep in the sky. This is the way Liu Haoshi, the gatekeeper of Tai'an City, used to attack and kill Luoyang in white clothes. However, the wooden sword is still the same wooden sword, which does not contain any profound sword intent, let alone reveal any aspect. The sword energy of Bahuang.
The unmoving Tuoba Bodhisattva inevitably showed a somewhat puzzled expression. Of course, he would not think that Xu Fengnian was making unnecessary bluffs. Xu Fengnian rushed to Tuoba Bodhisattva one foot in front of Tuoba Bodhisattva with the posture of dragging his sword with one hand. Zhang, his eyes were not on Xu Fengnian, but on the simple wooden sword that Xu Fengnian had always held in his hand like a cavalry dragging a gun. Tuoba Bodhisattva was waiting for Xu Fengnian to make a move, and when he really "raised the sword", there would be no one in the world. Wang Xianzhi is no exception to any impeccable and perfect move. It's just that Wang Xianzhi's physique is strong and his spirit is strong. He was once the world's most well-deserved person. Wang Xianzhi can beat all opponents with a simple punch. Well, Wang Xianzhi didn't bother with any fancy moves, just to make it clear that chariots and horses crushed others. Tuoba Bodhisattva didn't think that Xu Fengnian, who was seriously injured, had this capital, otherwise he wouldn't have had so many calculations after the first battle. Tuoba Bodhisattva is confident that as long as Xu Fengnian's sword is handed out, he can break it by himself. The only difference is that it takes a little effort. Now in the two rivers and lakes of Liyang and Beimang, the only sword that Tuoba Bodhisattva has to avoid is the sword of Deng Tai'a, the peach blossom sword god.
Even if Xu Fengnian mastered all kinds of sword moves, turned decay into magic, and reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, he still did not completely reach the position where Li Chungang once stood and Deng Tai'a stands today. As for Lu Dongxuan, who is said to be the first person in a thousand years, if Xu Fengnian has achieved such supernatural powers, Tuoba Bodhisattva will not have to use this big city in the Western Regions to seek humiliation. Tuoba Bodhisattva strolled in the courtyard, and let Xu Fengnian drag his sword to bully him, while he retreated again and again, but Tuoba Bodhisattva's bottom line was very clear, that is, he would not leave the city. The sword, he would not make a move. Tuoba Bodhisattva patiently waited for the opponent to reveal what kind of medicine was sold in Xu Fengnian's gourd.
During this period, Tuoba Bodhisattva was still paying attention to the movement of the wooden sword. It is not impossible for Tuoba Bodhisattva to attack immediately after Xu Fengnian put down his words, but Xu Fengnian's demeanor after holding the sword is not like a master, the more Like a poor swordsman who is not good at learning and just dabbled in the rivers and lakes, Tuoba Bodhisattva naturally became more and more curious. Even after Xu Fengnian took sixteen steps in a row, he still didn't notice the slightest guru air in that wooden sword. As a result, Tuoba Bodhisattva couldn't help thinking secretly, could this sword really be a show from beginning to end? Just to help that Central Plains swordsman named Wen Hua become famous in the Western Regions and spread rumors all over the world? Or is it that Xu Fengnian is playing some silly trick with a sword in his hand? The reason why Tuoba Bodhisattva can hold back his temper is because he wants to pave the way for the inevitable second battle between himself and Deng Tai'a in the future. The more Xu Fengnian uses swords, the greater the chance of winning Tuoba Bodhisattva. In Beimang, it is an indisputable fact that the way of the sword is withered and incomplete. How can a sword with a heart higher than the sky feed the appetite of Bodhisattva Tuoba
Before leaving the city, Tuoba Bodhisattva still has two chances to retreat, but Xu Fengnian still has no intention of drawing a sword, which makes Tuoba Bodhisattva faintly angry. Could it be that you, Xu Fengnian, rely on a broken sword that doesn't even have a scabbard? Wooden sword, scare me out of the city? So Tuoba Bodhisattva stopped blindly showing weakness and retreated step by step. The toe of his right foot took root on the street floor and stood firmly. The entire street in front collapsed suddenly, and when the left foot was stepped on and the right fist was swung, the buildings on both sides of the main street were like a strong wind blowing a wheat field, and thousands of ears of wheat were overwhelmed and fell in the same direction.
This mighty wind swept across the main street, kicking up countless gravels and rushing towards Xu Fengnian.
Xu Fengnian is like a long-distance traveler who walks against the wind. Since he can't escape the strong wind, he has to bite the bullet and pass through the wind.
After sweeping one step at a time, even though the intact robe on his body was covered by countless floating red snakes, cracks began to appear. There are tiny blood grooves.
Tuoba Bodhisattva's heart shuddered, this guy actually resisted the punch and wanted to shorten the distance by that step, just to gain momentum for that sword? In the end, there is only one step between the two sides to decide the winner
Even more ambitious, all the stingy calculations of a small businessman before are all blindfolds. In fact, they have been ambush all the time, wanting this sword to directly divide life and death
In the past, there were two swords that separated "the world" and "the ground", and later it was the dazzling Hundred Swords of Earth Immortals, which separated the inside, the distance, and the near.
This sword of immovability and death that has not shown signs so far, could it be that life and death must be separated before giving up
As he expected, the wooden sword with the point facing the ground in Xu Fengnian's hand generally speaking, the most reasonable in the world, can't escape the words Zhongzhengpingpinghe. The inaction of Taoism is probably the same.
But at this moment, Tuoba Bodhisattva saw the complex and turbulent spirit of this wooden sword whose tip was twisted but still had no sword energy blooming.
Unwilling, depressed, resentful, sad.
There is a big injustice in my heart!
Xu Fengyou raised the wooden sword lightly, pointing the sword point at Tuoba Bodhisattva.
There is no reason to speak. Even people carrying swords, people walking with swords, just go straight in such an extremely unreasonable way!
This wooden sword is full of a sense of Jianghu.
Resolutely decide.
It's like a crazy jealous gambler took out his life savings, throwing a lot of money, and wants to fight with God to decide the outcome.
Many years ago, there was a rich kid who was full of ambition to travel the rivers and lakes for the first time. Unfortunately, he was not a leisurely swim at all. In the bottom-level rivers and lakes like a muddy quagmire, three meals a day were a problem, and the trip to the rivers and lakes was a mess. Then he met a wooden sword ranger who was in the same situation and loved each other. It can be said that he did not know each other when he was stealing melons. At first, both of them were scared to death. , I always like to take some great truths that I have read in books or heard by others to stab that shabby ranger who is full of narrow-mindedness, and tell the poor ranger who always likes to wipe the wooden sword carefully with his clothes My guy, all famous swordsmen in the world value sabers, but that kind of importance, in the final analysis, still cares about the sword intent extending from the three-foot green blade in their hands. How can a first-class swordsman value the sword more than himself? If that guy really couldn't refute it, he would just say "it's someone else's sword, I don't care about it, and it's not mine". If he was really pushed, he would hold the wooden sword in anger and threaten to say that he really thought that Lao Tzu didn't have many skills to press the bottom of the box when he walked the rivers and lakes? He will often provoke and say that he can come if he has the ability. In the end, he will definitely be chased and killed by that guy with a wooden sword. The wooden sword is just to scare and poke people. What really annoyed him was the few times when the Wu Zang Temple was squatting on the ground "heartily", that guy would always jump out inappropriately and say that he wanted to practice a set of newly realized peerless swordsmanship for him to see. As long as he doesn't dry out his compliments, that bastard who takes advantage of others' danger will never stop practicing swords. That time we walked together, in short, that guy ran up in a hurry in the arena of martial arts and recruiting relatives, and then he was beaten down in a desperate manner. Afterwards, he not only had to leave the field behind his back amidst laughter and blank eyes, but also had to be responsible for this guy. Being the target of sword practice once, the bastard who aspires to be the best swordsman in the world can regain his strength, continue to be high-spirited and then go to other places to suffer. That guy has too many small problems. When I met "Gu Liang" who fell in love at first sight in the market, I always asked him to pretend to be a school boy, and always lied that the skinny poor horse was me. mount. If he begged for a few bowls of water from the village women to quench his thirst, the fellow with smoke in his throat would not have the consciousness to reciprocate the kindness of a drop of water. On the contrary, he might cross the river and tear down the bridge. At the same time, while touching your hands, shout loudly, is the man in the room dead? If he is not dead, come out and watch the wild man stealing you Mother-in-law, several times they were almost beaten to death by hordes of farmers carrying hoes in the village. Every time after being humiliated or rejected by the woman he likes, this guy will lose his soul and lie on the ground with his dead body. He doesn't know if that guy is heartbroken or not. Anyway, he is really tired as a spectator, and he will only get it once or twice. Why don't you know the long memory after seventeen or eight times? You fucking hang a wooden sword around your waist with a straw rope, and every time you squat by the water, after you get intoxicated, you still insist on asking me and Lao Huang whether they are handsome or not, and whether they are very handsome, you see When we roll our eyes and nod helplessly, you really think you are handsome and handsome in Yushu Linfeng, don't you? Those big-ass and big-breasted girls who make you salivate when you meet halfway must marry you, crying? Nowadays, the little ladies from later generations and better backgrounds in this world have sharp eyes. Do you think that if you are riding that poor horse and shaking your hair and shaking your clothes, people will not be able to see the bleak scene of your dilapidated straw sandals with your thumbs exposed? Those women can tell how many coins you have in your pocket with a quick glance. Later they met a rich family, a little girl who likes to call herself a heroine, and finally followed the wealthy for a while, and the group finally ate the meals in a decent restaurant, drinking in a big bowl and eating meat in large pieces, you said with emotion that you smelled of alcohol , There is greasy food on the lips, this is the happy life a hero should live. Later, the little girl squandered all the money, and the life of the group began to be tight again. I thought you would be lost for a long time, but I never thought that you just ate the pan-sour dried tofu that was picked up from the grain drying farm in the village. Meaty. There is no permanent banquet in the world, two farewells, first with the little girl, it’s rare that you said a few serious words, and even gave her half a bag of copper coins that you secretly saved, but you ended up pretending to be a man, and your heart ached that night afterwards I didn’t fall asleep all night, and teased you and asked you if I would come back, but you got so angry that you picked up the wooden sword and cut it, and finally squatted on the ground and sighed bitterly, saying that those were two different things, treating the little girl as a friend It is one thing to be willing to give as much as you have. It's another matter for Hao Mai to lose all his belongings and feel distressed. There is no contradiction between two feelings for one thing. In the end, the two had to part. That night, sitting on the stone steps of the ruined temple, the unknown ranger held the wooden sword in his arms, saying that he had no savings at the moment, and only had the wooden sword. He was considered a brother. The sword can't be given away, because in the future, it will have to rely on it to make a living, to become a famous swordsman, and to be one of the best swordsmen in the world. He also swore that after he became famous in the future, what he owed in those two years would be repaid in the custody in the future. He Wenhua has no habit of owing others. He joked that there is no need to pay it back, and it is not an extravagant expectation. Never went to private school, never read
That time when the Jianghu was extremely desolate, Lao Huang was not a master at all, the little girl Li Dongxi dreamed of becoming a heroine herself, and you, Wen Hua, were even half-baked swordsmen.
But many years later, Xu Fengnian realized that it was like a jar of old wine, after drinking it all, the aftertaste remained.
That Jianghu full of poor and down-and-out life is better than Xu Fengnian's youthful dreams, the kind of wonderful Jianghu where flying over the walls and stepping on the snow without a trace, the moon is dark and the wind is high to kill people at night, masters like to invite battles on the top of high-rise buildings, and immortals fly swords to take their heads. It is worth remembering many, many.
Tuoba Bodhisattva's expression fluctuated, why did Xu Fengnian end this sword
Tuoba Bodhisattva snorted coldly and exited the city.
He originally wanted to enter the city quickly after Xu Fengnian's unreasonable sword's momentum faded from the peak, and retaliate on the spot with the momentum of running thunder.
At that moment, it will be the real front line of life and death.
But Tuoba Bodhisattva was stunned on the spot, not because Xu Fengnian had a backhand, and the momentum of that sword was still rising steadily, on the contrary, that sword really only had charm in the end, without half a sword spirit.
Xu Fengnian stood still with his sword in his arms, laughing endlessly.
Wen Hua, have you seen that your rivers and lakes and your wooden sword can easily beat a master like Tuoba Bodhisattva out of the city
Xu Fengnian inserted the wooden sword into the ground and raised his arms. The ancient sword "Fang Sheng" and the famous sword "Qi Yun" flew from the hands of the six-bead Bodhisattva of the inner city and the outer city respectively, and held them gently.
Xu Fengnian stepped forward, turned his head to look at the wooden sword before leaving the city, and said with a soft smile: "The next thing is mine."
The yellow sand in the desert has moved thousands of miles.