The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 125: Xianren Laozi
This battle of strength is like a battle of contradictions.
The dragon has the strongest power in the water line, while the elephant power is the respect in the land line.
Xu Longxiang, the only lucky person born in the realm of King Kong in the world, can be called the strongest shield in Northern Liang.
It's just that he met Huang Qing from the thirteen states of Beimang, who was the sharpest spear in Beimang.
Huang Qing is only three inches out of his sword, and the weather is magnificent.
It is like the sword fairy in the sky ripped off a string of rosary, thousands of beads of sword energy, big and small beads falling on the jade plate, rolling forward.
Xu Longxiang took the desert yellow sand as a drumhead, and slammed his fist, which evoked the scene of the cow lifting its body.
The cyan pearls formed by the condensed sword aura smashed into pieces in the yellow sand, and the dust filled the sky, obscuring the sight.
Although the earth cow has the invincibility of turning over the mountains and rivers, the beads that are drawn by the sword energy contain spirituality. Although nine out of ten are crushed by the tornado yellow sand, there are still no less than a hundred. The cyan sword beads circumvented the sand pillar, rushing towards Xu Longxiang.
The dumb-faced Xu Longxiang took a step forward, and a fan of fast-moving sand walls was erected in front of him. The beads hit the wall one after another, both the splendor of burning jade and the helplessness of hitting the stone with pebbles.
The cyan sword gas is scattered and flowing, and the yellow sand is also turbulent.
Wearing a blue shirt, Huang Qing pressed the sword with his left hand, and drifted silently.
Huang Qing lightly took the sword from his waist and hit Xu Longxiang's chest with the hilt. After a blow, the sword body was slammed back into the sheath after a three-inch turbulence!
Xu Longxiang was not knocked into flight, his feet were still rooted in the ground, but his body slipped out several feet. The young man bends down slightly, forcibly stops the momentum of retreat, immediately begins to sprint, and slams both fists at the blue-shirted swordsman.
Huang Qing flicked his wrist, crossed the sword in front of him, and held the elbow of his left arm against the scabbard, resisting Xu Longxiang's fists.
Ding Fengbo, the sixth most famous sword in the world, made a piercing roar in the sheath, and the sheath trembled violently.
Xu Longxiang kept his fists hitting the sword and continued to run forward, while Huang Qing was pushed back ten feet away.
The yellow and green thumbs with both feet off the ground lightly tapped, smiling and calmly, pushing the sword out of its sheath an inch.
A stack of Li songs.
Xu Longxiang didn't bother to pay attention to what kind of swordsmanship this was, and his fists hit again.
Two-inch sword, two stacks.
Three inches is three stacks.
Xu Longxiang punched the scabbard time and time again. Although Huang Qing, who was suspended in the air, never abandoned his sword, he never stopped Xu Longxiang’s charge. However, as the number of Lige's repetitions increased, Huang Qing was always in the youth. The back distance after a punch is getting shorter and shorter.
Xu Longxiang blasted his eighth punch, and after Lige eightfold, Huang Qing finally stood still, showing the grandmaster demeanor of Taishan collapsed before moving.
Huang Qing, who was fluttering at the cuffs of the gown, looked at the boy in front of him. He didn't say a word, but there was undisguised surprise and admiration in his eyes, but there was a touch of disappointment after the dust settled.
The last punch blasted out the power of the legendary eight dragons and eight elephants. Naturally, he is a rare martial arts genius in the world, but Huang Qing still has the ninefolds of Li Song and even the ten-layered mountain that evolved finally. If he is famous in the North Mang Dynasty The young man stopped here, so Huang Qing didn't dare to say that he could defeat his opponent without a sword, and at the worst, he would remain invincible. The reason why Huang Qing chose to use the Sword Intent Lige to oppose the enemy Xu Longxiang, deep down in her heart, did not have the idea of comparing the young man with Murong Baoding. The latter is the body of the long-famous stone Buddha. The relatives and relatives of the emperor had a discussion, and there was no life and death. When Huang Qing was young, he was determined to destroy the "Vajra meditation" of the white-clothed monks of the Liangchan Temple with a sword, and accomplish the feat that Tuoba Bodhisattva failed to accomplish. Even more so, the young man in front of Murong Baoding's golden body was cracked in Qingcang City of Liuzhou.
The expressionless Xu Longxiang seemed to be tepid and handed out another punch. The previous eight punches were all step by step, and the power of the dragon elephant progressed step by step. Huang Qing's Li Song is nothing more than step by step, layer by layer.
I wanted to use the song of Huang Qing for no reason, but I resolutely abandoned the ninefold of the song of Lige, gave a soft drink, and jumped directly to Shizhong Mountain. There are six or seven green rainbows lingering around the whole body, and Huang Qing, who is just like escort, not only failed to use Shizhong Mountain. Blocking the impact of the ninth punch, the green rainbow exploded in the blink of an eye. Ding Fengbo was smashed into an astonishing arc with both fists. Huang Qing retreated and then backed up. It was only eighteen feet away that it could stop the decline, the sword of Ding Fengbo. The sheath finally returned to its straightness. Huang Qing was not angry or fearful, but was surprised and pleased. The cross-sword posture was transformed into a vertical-arm posture that obviously needed to be more solemn. In the blink of an eye, he took off the sword on the sword. Huge surplus.
The yellow and green thumb rubs the hilt of the sword, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and there is no more sword energy pouring into the green rainbow, but the more it is like this, the more the oppressive feeling of wind and rain.
Li Chungang has passed away. Fortunately, there is a Peach Flower Sword God.
Before returning to land, Deng Tai'a, who went to sea to visit the immortals, drove the sea with a sword and flooded Guanyinzong.
Huang Qing has only been to Liyang Rivers and Lakes once in his life, but he stopped in Beiliang, and had a relationship with the young Wudang Mountain instructor Li Yufu, and soon returned to Beimang. During the period, he could not talk about fighting. On the other hand, there is no arrogance, but I took the opportunity to enjoy the spectacular scenery of the Eighty-one Peak towards the top. I also watched the Great Lotus Peak in front of the Wudang Main Palace in the morning and evening. Thousands of people practiced together in the morning and evening drums. Scenes. Although Huang Qing could not continue to travel far to the hinterland of the Central Plains, neither challenged the white-clothed monk Li Caoxin, nor met Deng Tai'a, the leader of the new generation of swordsmanship in the world, but he had already gone back home with joy and was with Li Yufu. Occasionally gained from the chattering, which is of great benefit to martial arts practice. On the word Dao, in the short exchanges with Li Yufu and Harmony, Huang Qing admits that there is no winner or loser, but there is a lot of life in the way of the word. Comprehend.
Xu Longxiang did not take advantage of the victory, Huang Qing slightly raised the ancient sword in his hand, and laughed softly: "When playing chess and sword, Yuefu Jianqi is close to Huang Qing, and the sword will settle the storm. When he was young, he entered the kendo with chess and returned to chess at the age of 30. , I thought that returning to kendo in the rest of my life would be the end of martial arts in this life, unexpectedly found a new way, be regarded as reaching the third level of the triple realm of the chess player of my sect, thus creating a new sword, I wanted to use this sword to compete with Deng Tai'a..."
The young man looked puzzled and whispered: "If you fight, you will fight. It's troublesome."
Huang Qing smiled swiftly, and still took the trouble to explain quietly: "It is a sword, but it may be a hundred swords and a thousand swords, or even ten thousand swords. To be precise, it should be a sword."
Xu Longxiang didn't talk nonsense at all, took a step forward, and started a straight sprint towards this babbling middle-aged swordsman.
Huang Qing, who is like a talented person when he meets a soldier, smiles, then looks solemn, closes his eyes, and absorbs the awe-inspiring atmosphere of the world.
A wave of awe-inspiring righteousness fills the world.
The trance forms a chessboard, with the world's famous rivers as the winding chess line, and the mountains and giant peaks as the giant chess pieces.
Become a small world.
If Huang Qing's current strength is shown, swordsmanship is nothing more than profoundness, but his spirit is not celestial, but his mind at the moment is straight to the land gods.
No wonder Huang Qing returned to Beimang after a trip to Beiliang.
Huang Qing let go of the fixed storm in his hand, and the ancient sword quickly floated in front of him, the sword half shot out.
Huang Qing's right hand makes raisins and drops, and whispers softly: "Wudang Mountain. Top."
Ding is one of the Go terms.
Just to restrain Xu Longxiang's seemingly empty but awkward chess shape.
A sword is full of energy.
Xu Longxiang smashed the misty charm of the "Wudang Mountain" in front of him with his brutal shoulders.
Huang Qing continued to raise and settle.
The changes of the two successively are extremely small~IndoMTL.com~hence the name Xiaojian.
The sword aura is strong and solid.
As the saying goes, Xiaojian has no evil hands. Huang Qing's chess moves or sword moves are also upright, just normal hands to talk about the game. Of course it is you and me, but the game made by Huang Qing is a move. Rufei doesn't follow the rules at all.
Behind the small tip, there is tight air, and after tight air, it is like stepping. Then there is the combination of closing the town, and there is a continuous thousand-layer treasure pavilion.
Huang Qing's clear face glowed with a majestic and majestic fairy-Buddha brilliance.
All the yellow sand that can be moved by the breeze is surprisingly still at this moment, only the majestic sword spirit is free and horizontal.
I have a strong sword spirit that is unparalleled in the world.
In the end, a sword will be announced to the world.
I haven't been out of breath for forty years.
Today I had to spit my chest.