The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 197: The new man leads the donkey into the city, the old man takes the sword into the sea

The rivers and lakes are too big, even if an immortal smashes a Taishan mountain into the rivers and lakes and splashes huge water, but ten or a hundred years later, there will be no ripples in the snow.

Therefore, most of the people in the arena are forgetful, and their lives are only a hundred years at most. Seventy is rare in ancient times. Li Chungang became famous too early, he became the leader at a young age, and he was almost invincible at the age of 30. Looking up, who is fighting? The once-old sword **** became famous early and ended early. After losing to his peer Wang Xianzhi, the trojan horse was broken, and few rumors flowed into the rivers and lakes. Over time, as confidants and beauties turned into loess, contemporary rivers and lakes are just a few. The old antiques who have reached the age, mention Li Chungang, the impression is also vague, let alone those young and strong people from the rivers and lakes?

For these people, let alone the old and strong Wang Xianzhi, he only talks about the world of swordsmanship. In the Taoist door, Dragon Tiger Mountain Qi Xianxia and Wudang Wang Xiaoping complement each other, but compared to the immortal Deng Tai'a. It is more inferior, and the rivers and lakes have changed. What remains unchanged is that the swordsman will always be the most in the rivers and lakes, just like the crucian carp that crosses the river, densely packed, and Deng Tai'a is undoubtedly the only sword **** in the minds of the rivers and lakes, but this sword **** is not Hi Sabre is also a weird thing.

The one who uses the sword loses to the one who uses the sword and the spear. It can be said that I lost. You use the sword and the spear to bring out the most top-notch masters. Who can beat the sword **** Deng who does not use the sword? There are rumors that this Deng Jianshen was born awkwardly,

It can be transformed into three heads and six arms. There is a small pinewood sword case hidden in the bag. It is equipped with more than ten pockets of small swords. It is nurtured as a living creature by the secret technique of Wu's sword mound. If you are hungry, you will eat meat. Blood is very mysterious. After the box is out of the box, you can cut the head of the item by yourself without the control of the air machine. It is a pity that this superb sword fairy can only see the city lord of the Emperor Wu. As far as God is concerned, he really has the qualifications to do nothing more than to fight with swords in the snow.

In Wudi City, nearly two thousand swords were unsheathed, and a horrifying sword curtain hung in the air.

Outside the city gate, a tired old donkey stepped on its hoofs and slowly entered the city. A young boy dressed as a book boy rode upside down on a donkey with a scabbard hanging around his waist. The sword was no longer seen. He looked down with regret and regret. The middle-aged man holding the donkey said, "Master, I bought this sword with great difficulty and saved the copper and broken silver. Then Li Chungang said it was borrowed from the sword in the city. Why don't you even let me go? We? This hasn’t arrived in Wudi City yet! Master you, too, watching the sword fly out of its sheath, and didn’t help me stop it. It would be embarrassing to spread this story, and where will your face be saved, Master?"

The middle-aged man looks plain, but he habitually raises the corners of his mouth and looks as if he is always smiling. By the way, his inconspicuous face also softens and mellows. He has a stick in his hand and he did not know where to pick it. The peach blossom, the fingers gently rotated, looked up at the boy's bitter melon face, smiled and joked: "Don't you just put your face on your own face?"

The boy who was a servant of the book boy had a big shelf. He rode a donkey by himself, and let the master lead the donkey on foot. He also let the master carry a luggage and bookcase, and when he heard his master ridicule, he stared at first and then became discouraged. Anxiously asked: "Li Chungang has said that he is borrowing the sword, but he won't repay it if he borrows it?"

The man laughed and said: "If Senior Li doesn’t fight and just behaves, I guess you’re horrible enough, you think, almost two thousand swords are out of control. In one place, which one do you recognize by then is yours? Even if you recognize it, so many heroic swordsmen are going to berserk, plus some troubled waters, just your small body, can you **** it back? Want to return it? Owner, you can burn the incense! Besides, this is not bad. In case you really fight with Old Man Wang, this one thousand nine hundred swords will go to the 56 library. Then you have average sword qualifications. I can’t stand the wave of the old man Wang. But I see, this time, Senior Li borrowed the sword, and borrowed it well, so that you don’t have the intention of doing miscellaneous things with me after you bought the sword. You can talk about it with your conscience. These days, Can cooking and cooking have half the mind before?"

To be more precise, it was Jiantong’s youth who said angrily: "Lord, you talk the most, and it will be endless at the beginning, my ears are all calluses!"

The middle-aged man in burlap sackcloth is worthy of being so good-tempered. He smiled and said, "Okay, I'll shut up."

The young man who said it was Jiantong but never carried a sword to his master sighed: "Master, tell you something?"

Leading the donkey into the city, the man standing on the main road and looking towards the inner city with a smile said: "Old man Li and old man Wang are going to fight with gods, aren't you embarrassing me?"

Jiantong retreated and asked for a second time, hehe said: "Why don't you pick up seventeen or eight-handed swords for me, sir? Anyway, sir, you are picking up swords, and you are not stealing or robbing, what does it matter!"

The man smiled knowingly and said: "Look, I just said where to put my face, if I run on the street with a dozen swords on my shoulders, will I have face?"

Jiantong’s heart was ashamed, and he cried and said with a sad face: "Following the master, I spent more than six hundred hard days of being a cow and a horse, and finally accumulated 17 taels of silver, which were all spent on buying swords. I knew I wouldn't come to this **** Wudi City anymore if I was killed, the **** fell on the stove!"

The man saw that the teenager was faintly crying, and he said with a headache: "Okay, I will help you pick up a good sword when no one is back."

The young man's face changed suddenly, and he smiled brilliantly: "Master, you are not tired, I will help you carry the bookcase."

Manly smiled and said: "Virtue. I will bear the bookbox for you. It is not a donkey that is tired, I might as well be tired myself."

Sword Tong grinned, raised his head to look at the gloomy sword curtain above the city, with a dazed expression, and asked softly: "Master, you said this fight is going to be a real fight, who will win more?"

The man smiled and said casually: "Unless he fights to the death, otherwise the face of this fight will be much bigger than the old man."

Jiantong curled the corners of his mouth and rolled his eyes and said: "This Li Chungang is too useless. It will only create such a frightening scene. Isn't it an embroidered pillow?"

The man showed a rare solemn expression, and said in a deep voice: "Sanlu, don't be disrespectful to Senior Li!"

When the young man saw that the master was angry, he finally didn't dare to let go of his words, so he said obediently. But then he looked unwilling to fight injustice and said: "The old man is the dog sitting on the dog dung pile and he is the king and hegemony. If you do your best, you will beat him so that his parents do not know him."

The man laughed dumbly, shook his head and said: "I don't expect it in this life."

Jiantong, who has always been indifferent to his identity, seems to be annoyed with the master, humming vigorously in anger.

The man didn’t take it seriously, and said a little lost: "You children, naturally don’t understand what it means to be born in the sky. Swordsmanship is as long as the night. For five hundred years, there have been countless genius swordsmen, but in the end, only this old kendo was the only one. The cultivation base is chasing Lu Zu~IndoMTL.com~ As for me, killing may be better than the senior Li, but it is also slightly better. Regarding the cultivation of kendo, it is much worse."

Jiantong only picks up the good-sounding ears, and smiles openly: "Isn't practicing sword just to fight and kill."

The man smiled and said: "You think clearly."

The young Jiantong riding on the donkey showed his popularity.

The man stopped the little movement of spinning the peach blossom branch, he was surprised, and laughed: "Come on! Your boy has a good eye. This fight really started. There is no thunder and heavy rain."

There was a voice like Hong Zhong from the attic of the inner city, "Please Li Chungang out of the city and fight Wang Mou into the sea!"

Countless people in Wudi City raised their heads at the same time, a burly white shadow, like a comet, blasted from the top of the attic to the surface of the East China Sea.

One thousand nine hundred swords, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the East China Sea in an instant, and one person jumped up and made a sword, and the sword headed for the East China Sea.

The strongest battle in the world! (To be continued)