The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 20: Dying 1 sword
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A total of chapter 20 dying sword
The Fighting Swordsman in the Snow Author: Fenghuo Opera Princes
Update time: 2014-04-0722:43:49 Words: 3621
seemed to be an understatement, and he inserted the purple-clothed woman into the gorge wall forcibly. Wang Xianzhi only glanced at it and did not chase, but jumped back to the ferry. There were still water stains on the deck, so I didn’t need this one. The old **** spoke, and the ferry went on. No one on the boat dared to approach and whispered. Nowadays, purple clothes are popular across the country. Some young women in the rivers and lakes like to wear purple skirts and purple skirts. Those who cross the rivers and lakes on the boat can't be sure that the purple clothes are nowadays. If the woman is Daxueping's host Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who is the old guy standing on the bow who can beat her into a dog in the water? The ferry boat at the feet of Wang Xianzhi moved forward slowly. Before crossing the gorge, it was getting closer and closer to the brand-new tomb.
Wang Xianzhi kept his eyes straight. From the cliffs of the mountain gorge, there was a small sound of gravel falling into the river. The loose purple clothes were like living creatures of vines and grass after the winter. "Out of the stone pit, wisps of purple clinging to the stone wall, watching everyone on the ferry have a heartbreak, is that woman really the incarnation of the unkillable evil dragon in the Guangling River? The woman wrapped in a group of purple slowly floated out of the tomb, stretched out a palm, and pressed it on her mouth, but the scarlet blood still seeped from between her fingers. One of the celestial phenomena named by Gao Shulu four hundred years ago, the circulation of qi and the weather are extremely rapid. Asking, or pinching or facilitating, then the astronomical phenomenon is to feel the whole context, so as to take advantage of the trend, so as to borrow from the world, but Gao Shulu once said that the astronomical phenomenon is the gatekeeper of this courtyard on the earth, and he knows better about hitting dogs. The master’s reasoning is that ordinary masters in the celestial state, killing and saving people will inevitably be immersed in luck. Han Shengxuan deliberately stagnates in Zhixuan all his life, that is, cats and cats kill first-class masters in Jianghu, which can be more unscrupulous. Xuanyuan Qingfeng used Guniujiang's ancestor Xuanyuan Dapan's original technique to frantically absorb others' cultivation and aura to fill her own strength. Almost all of Huishan's first veteran masters died violently for no reason. She would go down the mountain secretly every month. , Looking for fresh food, this is no longer a rabbit who does not eat grass on the edge of the nest, but a helpless act of having no grass on the edge of the nest. Xuanyuan Qingfeng is like a female brave, traveling further and further on this road along the side door. .
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Her graceful and graceful figure emerged from the ruined mountain wall, and the wanton fluttering of the large-sleeved purple clothes did not reduce her grace, but added to her the mystery of the martial arts leader. Wang Xianzhi's punch smashed her "first breath". During the time the ferry was traveling, she gave her a chance to "regenerate one breath". In fact, Xuanyuan Qingfeng had already forced her to chase and kill the one-sleeved blue dragon at the bottom of the Guangling River. At that time, she had two ways to go. After breaking that sleeve of qi, she avoided the edge and honestly hid at the bottom of the river, but she still allowed her qi to pull the iron cable out of the river, almost resisting Wang Xianzhi. Quan, looking at her vacillating posture at this moment, is she going to fight again? Sure enough, Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at Wang Xianzhi's side while the ferry had not yet entered the gorge, and stretched out a hand forward.
The silhouette of Wang Xianzhi standing proudly on the bow of the ship flashed away, and the ferry boat under his feet was like an off-string arrow, suddenly splitting the river surface and smashing into the mountain gorge. Obviously, the crooked ferry had no chance. See the battle at the peak of Liyang Wulin afterwards. Xuanyuan Qingfeng pressed his hands down, and his figure floated up ten feet against the cliff. Wang Xianzhi followed him like a shadow. First, he stepped on the outer edge of the hole with his toes, and then walked flat on the ground, chasing the purple "walking up" to the mountain wall. Xuanyuan Qingfeng tugged with both hands, and the countless dark iron cables concealed at the foot of the cliff clattered and clapped to the rocks, crowded up, twisted and twisted, chasing the back of the burly old man frantically. Wang Xianzhi, who was sliding with his feet on the mountain wall, turned a deaf ear to the large black iron snake behind him. Xuanyuan Qingfeng knocked his arms back and his five fingers drilled into the rock wall, like a purple gecko nailed to the wall, and the purple dress hit the mountain. The upper part suddenly spread out, and then covered the owner’s body for a moment, wrapped it into a huge airtight cocoon, spinning thousands of silks, using iron ropes to force Wang Xianzhi's Qi machine to emerge, and then using silk to trace the unique trajectory of Wang Xianzhi's Qi machine. The bright red silk and the dark iron rope swiftly crossed, trying to crush Wang Xianzhi who was stuck in it.
This is a trap that shields the sky from the sun. Wang Xianzhi strolls in the courtyard. As he moves forward, the silk chains pass by, and the rocks continue to burst and fall into the river, causing layers of waves. Wang Xianzhi did not show signs of bulging in the ordinary master hand machine, but it has made countless entangled silk chains unable to get close to him. The old man went the other way, grabbing most of his momentum, and letting the spider web cling to his so-called jealousy. The undefeated body of Victory Buddhism Donkey Kong, only one head is exposed. Wang Xianzhi is not the fastest across the four realms of the first rank. Even today, even if he, the Martial Emperor, is the best in the world, he has not won the first three realms. There is a white-clothed monk in the diamond realm. Beware. Zhixuan has Deng Tai'a, even if there is no Peach Flower Sword God, there is still Han Shengxuan, and the celestial phenomenon has Cao Changqing, but the rivers and lakes where the four great masters were located at that time, Li Chungang almost hit the three yuan, except for the King Kong realm lost to the Longshu monk, referring to the Xuantianxiang Ju is the leader of the contemporary era. But this did not prevent Wang Xianzhi from laughing to the end, becoming the only one on the top of martial arts for five hundred years. Therefore, when Wang Xianzhi deliberately restrained his energy and allowed Xuanyuan Qingfeng to succeed, the owner of Ziyi Mountain immediately gave up the idea of strangling this old monster, broke out of the cocoon decisively, and continued to levitate upwards. At the same time, the silk wire rope exploded. The purple and black powder scattered around, and a whole cliff began to shake violently under the huge impact of the fog.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s purple dress is no longer as strong as purple. The handwork is even more "seamless" than the best weaver in the Royal Weaving Bureau. The color has faded by four to five points.
I saw that Wang Xianzhi was still walking up the mountain wall, not fast or slow, just one point faster than Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s ascent. Wang Xianzhi still had the leisure and elegance of taking time to chat, and his tone was flat, "Tian Xia Wu For credits, Lu Zu carried heaven on his shoulders, the old man admired sincerely, the swordsmanship after Li Chungang, the talents withered, Deng Tai'a's skill can also be in the eyes of the old man, one of the burdens of the Tao, previously fell on Cao Changqing’s On my shoulders, I have not been able to break away from the ancients in these years."
"Xuanyuan Qingfeng, you are a mere mirage, you don’t need a huge wave, and it disappears when the wind blows. You can even frighten you when you encounter ordinary people outside of the martial arts critics. A few times. The old man originally thought you were a woman, so martial arts practice is not easy..."
Ziyi suddenly stopped and stepped back, and said sharply: "Women? What about women?!"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng also stepped on the cliff with her feet, she and Wang Xianzhi were stepping on the same side of the mirror, and bumped into each other.
She smashed both fists, and Wang Xianzhi, who had a negative hand, let him slam on her shoulders, and lightly hit the woman’s brow with a fist. Wang Xianzhi didn’t move, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn’t have much turbulence, only his head was thrown back. There was a slight movement, and the biggest movement was the mountain wall at the feet of the two, tearing an increasingly obvious crack. As Xuanyuan Qingfeng's head shook, her sleeves were also twisted, revealing two tender pink lotus roots. Such a wrist, but this whiteness is not the attractiveness of a woman's natural beauty, but a morbid situation, the blood under the snow-white skin flows and surging in a form visible to the naked eye, a boneless person! If you get something, you must give up. The "Blue Front" of Huishan Mountain Master is too far away from the sword. In order to absorb the internal strength of those external cultivation bases, and to withstand the counterattack of the masters who died in her hands, she Do not hesitate to melt your body into a living molten pool, melt others and melt yourself.
Wang Xianzhi naturally recognized the roots of this mad woman long ago, and did not have the slightest pity. Seeing her life and death, the punch on the forehead suddenly exerted force, repelling the laughable and generous martial arts leader ten feet, and he took one step. He swept across to Xuanyuan Qingfeng and twisted her slender neck relative to the man. Wang Xianzhi, who was always holding one hand, grabbed this body, twisted his body, gained momentum, loosened his five fingers, and threw the purple-clothed woman beyond the gorge wall. At a height of more than ten feet above the top, Wang Xianzhi continued to step up, his hand behind his back grasped and fisted, and a column of water abruptly drew water from the river and soared into the sky. If posterity mentioned it, he would probably call it a Guangling The sword and scabbard are Guangling River, and the sword body is that river. Wang Xianzhi’s green dragon sleeves are indefinite. At this time, the old man will use this water sword that jumps over his head to penetrate the stubborn woman's body and nail it in the air. This freshness is manifested in full view. The method of death is also worthy of her current status, worthy of her courage to fight to death.
The water sword had an amazing castration, rushing up along the cliff, and it did hit the purple-clothed woman who had collapsed most of her body, but this thick water sword did not pierce Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s body. Instead, it was blocked by a cloud of ivory jade-white mist. The mist was diffuse and fan-shaped. The water sword pierced the mirror surface of the bronze mirror like a sharp needle. The mist gradually disappeared. Wang Xianzhi, who could walk upwards, did not have the patience. The time has been expanded from the size of the wellhead to the size of the patio at the gate of the Jiangnan Water Town. This is more than that. Several water jets of the same size were drawn by Wang Xianzhi’s hand-held air machine, spurred out of the water, and culled to the sky. Each water dragon contains Wang Xianzhi’s abundant air machine. There was a half arc, just hitting the cloud of mist.
Wang Xianzhi walked to the top of the cliff and looked up and sneered. No wonder this woman can be rebellious. Someone gifted or lent her a national fortune.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's life was hanging by a thread, but he did not stand up on the mirror surface with difficulty, stood up on the mirror, holding the sword with both hands, with the sword pointed downwards, pointing directly at Wang Xianzhi's upper head!
The Yuxi luck transferred to her began to spin, pulled away from the mirror, and condensed on her "hands" and "swords."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng shouted angrily.
press down with both hands.
The first dragon water sword was instantly shattered, and the water column that had hit the mirror was also affected by this sword energy.
Wang Xianzhi chuckled softly, how can the light of the rice grains of luck compete with the sun and the moon!
This wrestler no longer holds his hands behind his back, both hands are hooked with five fingers, one foot slides out a few inches on the cliff top ground, his knees bend slightly.
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This is probably the first real shot of the city lord of Wudi City~IndoMTL.com~After Xuanyuan Qingfeng's sword, his family was ruined. Maintaining the weird posture of holding the sword can only wait for death.
Wang Xianzhi jumped up instantly, and the entire cliff top was pressed down several feet high. Without waiting for the sound and movement from the bottom of the cliff, the majestic air machine pouring out from top to bottom has already taken the lead in hitting those who hit the mountain wall. Guangling waves repelled.
No matter sword qi or water jet, it was neither blocked nor smashed. It was even like losing the target and slamming it on the precarious cliff top indiscriminately.
Wang Xianzhi had already come to the head of the woman in purple clothes, and smashed the woman who didn't want to cherish her life on the top of the mountain with a punch, and fell into the river in the distance.
looks like a punch, but before Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s body fell into the Guangling River, the purple color stagnated in the air several times, followed by a loud thunder blast, the purple gas dispersed again and again, purple Faint and fade again.
Wang Xianzhi seems to be not satisfied with her dying struggle in the celestial state.
The old man held up his left palm, suspended the purple clothes that was about to enter the river again out of thin air, and punched the figure the size of a nail in the distance with his right hand.
The unmatched fist beam resembles a white rainbow, tearing through the sky, and hitting the dying purple garment that has been hovering.
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