The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 131: The strongest player, carry the thunder
Xu Longxiang began to sprint, and the speed was much faster than that of the previous enemy Huang Qing. The Taoist supernatural powers shrunk to an inch could not be compared at all.
In Taoist classics, there is a compliment to one's own gods, and there is a wording called "Sadou Chengbing", of course, it is a language that fools the village Nomura husband. However, Huang Qing’s sword aura has already filled the surroundings everywhere, and it also means that he has become a soldier. More importantly, with the insight of the proactive Zhixuan realm, Huang Qing can accurately capture Xu Longxiang’s offensive route, and Xu Longxiang is hitting. Before he and Ding Fengbo, they will inevitably impact the subtle sword energy that is as small as midges that fill the world, which will allow Huang Qing to predict the prophet and move later.
Huang Qing anticipated that Xu Longxiang would go around behind him and attack him once with a hammer. He did not turn around, shaking his sword out of its sheath, and at the same time, a sword rainbow suddenly exploded two feet behind him, splitting the sky. However, the scene as expected did not appear. Xu Longxiang did not arrive as scheduled, so Huang Qing’s first hand sword technique lost its meaning. What’s even more misguided was that Huang Qing had already started to lay out the boy’s sword-qi Qinghong after the first hand. Back hand. The life-and-death battle of the top martial arts masters is even a thousand miles away. Sure enough, Xu Longxiang deliberately paused, the ghostly figure finally appeared on Huang Qing's side, and then hit it, Huang Qing's original body was like a waterfall, and the air flow of three thousand feet, he just moved several big orifice points, like a big river. After a divergence, although Dingfeng hadn't had time to get out of the sheath, Huang Qing held the scabbard in his hand and swept it out with an arc of sword gang, showing a fan-shaped division of heaven and earth, with a majestic momentum.
The world of martial arts cannot break quickly. Xu Longxiang did not retreat to avoid his sharp edge, but with a terrifying speed, he bowed his head, bent over, and continued to charge forward, hitting Huang Qing directly with a fierce and unparalleled shoulder collision. .
Xu Longxiang ran straight on the ground, almost instantly stretched out his hand to grab Huang Qing’s ankle, and yanked it down. Not only did he pull Huang Qing’s body to the ground, it also pulled Huang Qing to the ground. Qi machine.
Huang Qing hit the ground, and Xu Longxiang kicked it fiercely!
Huang Qing, who was unspeakable, had to reluctantly block this foot with his arm, and his body was kicked into the air again.
In an instant, Xu Longxiang elbows the jumped Xu Longxiang to his chest and hit the ground again.
The black shadow on top of the head pressed down, Xu Longxiang's ten fingers intertwined into a fist. If this fist is hit hard, let alone the sword aura that is close to yellow and green, I am afraid that even Murong Baoding, who is not bad, will turn into a fist. The big tripod is broken.
Huang Qing smashed his back on the ground, facing the Xu Longxiang who fell sharply in the sky, Ding Fengbo's sword hilt pressed against the sand, and the scabbard pointed toward the unreasonable mad boy.
Leave the scabbard away.
The scabbard pierced Xu Longxiang.
The famous sword Ding Fengbo came out of the sheath in this way for the first time.
Xu Longxiang hit the scabbard with both fists and missed the scabbard. His figure only paused for a while, and continued to smash downwards.
Huang Qing patted the ground lightly with his left hand, and his body suddenly rotated, driving the wind wave with his right hand to draw out a circle of shining circular swords.
Like a bright moon born in the yellow sand desert.
Although it was a hurried sword, the aura was far from reaching its peak, but it would be enough if there was no turmoil, and it was still extremely shocking.
Unfortunately, in response to the old saying, Dao is one foot taller than devil.
Xu Longxiang didn't weigh the pros and cons at all, and directly blasted the Moon Sword Gang with his fists. What is real power like a broken bamboo? This is Xu Longxiang!
Huang Qing hurried to the point of his sword, and his figure floated out more than ten feet. Xu Longxiang slammed his fists on the ground, and the loud blast went deep below one hundred feet.
Huang Qing stood still in the distance, holding the sword tightly, and raising his arms to be level with his shoulders.
This sword gas seeps blood around the corner of his mouth.
Not only did the long sword in his hand not spit out the sword aura and the green rainbow to show its power, but on the contrary, it was like a fairy meal, absorbing the "blue mist" around it frantically.
As the fixed storm completely unsheathed, especially after the whale-swallowing shape was made, the sword qi that was invisible to the naked eye around Huang Qing and Xu Longxiang quickly condensed, like the fireflies in the summer night sky. The tip of the sword.
The name of Huang Qing's poem is that Jianqi Jin.
What is Jianqi Jin?
That is to say that before the sword is released, the sword aura is like that "the sky will rain, and the group will fly in the road" midges, subtle and undetectable, and countless densely covering the world.
After Huang Qing held a sword in one hand and held it in the other, he raised his head and glanced at the sky with a few dark clouds floating in the sky, retracted his gaze, and looked at the young man who was slowly standing up in the pit.
Huang Qing said softly: "A person lives forever, every step we take is to leave a trace of the next step in the world. It's just the footsteps of the world, mostly without a trace, the wind blows yellow sand, the snow covers the path, and the water washes the stone steps. I can't avoid the vulgarity of Huang Qing, but the sword in my hand is different."
Every time Huang Qing said a word, a "fixing storm" was superimposed on the four directions of the long sword in his hand.
The layers are layered on top of each other, motionless, motionless like a mountain.
There were nearly three hundred identical "Ding Fengbo" stacked in front of him soon.
Xu Longxiang can't see Huang Qing at all, but can vaguely hear the voice of the first person in Beimang Kendo.
"Two generations of sword gods in the rivers and lakes in the past century, Li Chungang is famous for his high spirits. The sword opens the gate of heaven, and one sleeve is the green dragon. Deng Tai'a is famous for his fast sword, and he is the best sword forest for his fine cutting edge." /
"Huang Qing is unwilling to follow their path, and he only asks for two words."
"Not moving."
Between Huang Qing and Xu Longxiang, a majestic sword mountain appeared, and this sword mountain continued to expand gradually, continuously advancing towards Xu Longxiang.
Xu Longxiang did not retreat but moved forward. Under a collision, he smashed dozens of high and low swords that were blocking the road. After being blocked, he ran forward and ran into his body.
No matter how much Xu Longxiang rushed, he broke those long swords with brute force, but the next moment there was always a new sword to make up for the original position. The young man who was blocked by the sword wall of Jianshan was obviously also out of anger, his stature retreated, and After that Jianshan stretched out for a certain distance, it launched a swift charge. Under the impact, it smashed into the mountain with no less than a hundred fixed storms. But the next moment, Jianshan began to grow on its own. Not only did the momentum not decay, it forced the teenager to retreat. Even if the teenager stepped on the ground and tried to carry the mountain forward with his shoulders, his feet still slid back step by step. .
The young man simply put his head against the sword wall, and then supported it with his hands.
The leaning teenager roared and pushed forward.
Like a wooden wall!
The whole sword mountain seemed to tremble, hum, and the swords rang like mosquitoes.
However, Jianshan, whose thickness is prevented from being superimposed in height, is still advancing slowly with the momentum of steadily climbing.
The boy has blood on his forehead, and the palms of his hands are even more bloody.
The boots on the feet were even more stepped on.
The young man suddenly turned around, opened his arms, and carried the sword mountain with his back that was not wide.
The sword wall finally stopped!
Higher than the huge Sword Mountain, there are dark clouds and faint lightning and thunder.
The pupils of the teenager's eyes gradually shrink until they disappear completely.
Huang Qing said softly: "The birth of your Xu Longxiang is not a matter of rules, and you shouldn't live long in the world. I will follow the rules to form a circle."
Huang Qing drew a circle with the wind wave in his hand.
Such a simple action that even young children can perform at will, but Huang Qing, who is full of sword aura, makes it extremely difficult and stagnant.
Then the countless handles of the sword formation into the mountain began to change formations.
Xu Long's long sword floats in the air on the front, back and top of the elephant.
Form a huge semicircle.
The tip of each Ding Fengbo's sword points to the young man in it.
Huang Qing followed the arc of the sword and looked towards the sky. The black clouds became heavier and heavier and lower and lower, and the purple thunder, thick as a wooden hug, rolled crazily.
Huang Qing, whose sword arm began to tremble, said softly: "Since you are looking for a dead end, and you are not afraid to cause the catastrophe, then I will give you a ride at last."
This last sword is called "Rule". Huang Qing originally wanted to compete with the sword **** Deng Tai'a. It would be an unprecedented battle between speed and slowness in the kendo. He never wanted to use it on Xu Longxiang first.
Huang Qing suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, splashing it on the long sword.
Ding Fengbo fell to the ground.
The overwhelming half-circle sword array exploded.
Huang Qing looked shocked and blank.
In the distance, the young man bends over and stands with his arms drooping.
Can't see the boy's face.
Seven or eight strong black auras are like evil floods, swimming around the teenager wantonly.
At this moment, the yellow shirt fluttered without warning.
The scene of that shocking glimpse made this Jianqijin feel terrified.
Bronze Master Master was stabbed into the abdomen with a stab, and just hit it all the way, and the two of them continued to smash into a hill with a stab.
A huge hill shattered in an instant, and the next sand dune was still so vulnerable, like a firecracker in the hands of a child when he was leaving his old age.
Huang Qing turned his head and saw the man standing with a knife in his left hand, and a hill exploded further away. The bronze master stood up in the wind and sand. With him, there was a majestic king who stood up to hundreds of feet. Dharmakaya.
Could it be said that the bronze master master did not even have time to get out of the Dharmakaya after that person shot the sword?
Then the Northern Liang King Xu Fengnian, did that come?
While shocked, Huang Qing, who caught a glimpse of the high-altitude vision from the corner of his eye, also breathed a sigh of relief.
Even if your Xu Feng has been so fast in the years, it is still too late.
The catastrophe has arrived.
The Seventh Heavenly Thunder will fall!
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There was a boom.
A purple sky thunder hit Xu Longxiang.
Xu Fengnian ignored the bronze master and Jian Qi approach at all, went straight to the billowing thunder, and slashed out.
It's exactly the same as the old sheepskin fur man with the blue dragon sleeves back then.
Smash the sky thunder directly.
Huang Qing looked stunned. Are these two brothers doing things so unreasonably?
That is the big thunder that symbolizes the catastrophe.
Do you, Xu Fengnian, really want the Seventh Heavenly Thunder to be carried by one person?
The immortal Qi Xuanjian used to carry the tribulation of the Demon Slayer in the past, but he was only carrying six purple thunders.
Xu Fengnian stood beside Xu Longxiang, put his hand on his brother's head, and whispered softly: "Huang Man'er, father is gone, but as long as the brother is still there and the sky falls, you will not be able to carry it."