The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 211: Your 1 sword

As soon as these words were said, Yin Changgeng, Han Xingyan, and Li Yibai and Song Tinglu's three single bait clothes were shocked beyond recognition.

To Qi Jiajie, who is expected to become a master of swordsmanship, let him say that he can't even pull out the scabbard of his sword?

For about a thousand years, only the Lu Zu who crossed the Heavenly Gate and didn't enter can speak it, right?

Is this guy with a book under his arm trying to overwhelm others? But although Qi Jiajie did not dominate the martial arts with ample energy, he was able to become the number one swordsman in the capital, and his force followed the 14th Wuping. It would be ridiculous to say that he couldn't even draw his sword.

It is clear that there is a dangerous situation in front of a war, but somehow, Chai Qingshan, who was involved in the center of the storm, did not move, nor did he intend to leave with Li Yibai and the two apprentices, nor how to operate the air machine to prevent it. Unexpected. Obviously, if Xu Fengnian and Qi Jiajie let their hands and feet fight freely, whether they are in the summer town or quit the summer town, there is no big difference. Chai Qingshan should be betting on the confrontation between the two people. It was an end-to-end battle between gentlemen. The two sides formed a tacit understanding, and only competed between squares, and would not affect everyone in the town. This kind of "quick-finding" peak-to-peak discussion, and bystanders with a certain degree of insight, can best use it to sharpen their martial arts mood. How can Chai Qingshan miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

Qi Jiajie obliquely lifted the famous sword, which was cast in the Jinglong Sword Furnace, with a total length of three feet and three inches. His five-fingered jade-like right hand did not reach out to draw the sword, but the long clip suddenly clanged like a dragon. The sheath was less than an inch, and under the eaves of the inn, there was a feeling of cold and frost.

After making a "stop sword" this time, the length of the sword body out of the sheath suddenly soared to more than three inches.

The long clip was removed from the sheath twice, and it was extremely smooth.

But things in the world can be one or two.

Then the long clips did not move, and the three of Dongyue Jianchi, who had become more acutely listening after practicing martial arts, had already heard faint sounds like mosquitoes and flies flapping their wings.

Yin Changgeng and others are also outside the eaves steps. On the streets of Yushu Town, the dust gradually rises, forming six tornadoes, rotating slowly, like a group of women in yellow clothes dancing gracefully.

Chang Chai finally came out an inch again with the extremely slow speed that Gao Shiqing could see with the naked eye.

But Qi Jiajie's Shu brocade robe, which seemed to be free from dust and dirt no matter where he was, began to tremble gently, like a dragonfly on the surface of a flat mirror and ripples lightly.

Even in the hot sun, Qijiajiesuo stood at the position under the eaves of the inn, which happened to alternate between light and dark. The strands of straight light that were not easily detectable by ordinary people not only became clearly visible, but also became distorted in an instant.

Song Tinglu and Shan Baiyi blinked at the same time, thinking that there was an illusion in their eyes, but after blinking, those strange rays of light were indeed snakelike.

At the same time, the little tornadoes on the street shattered and dispersed in an instant.

The long clip is finally out of its sheath by an inch.

Gao Shiqing didn't realize that he was already sweating profusely, and the green silk on his temples stuck to his blushing cheeks. Zhao Wenwei also subconsciously let go of his fists, spread his palms and rubbed sweat on the robe.

The girl in white clothes with back sword is also an outsider, but in fact she is more nervous than Gao Shiqing and the others, whispering to the fellow teenagers, "Song Tinglu, do you think that the sword surnamed Qi can be fully unsheathed?"

The long sword at the waist is actually Song Tinglu, who is four feet long. After thinking about it, he solemnly said: "You call me brother, I will tell you the answer."

The girl did not wear a sword-shaped red sandalwood hairpin, and the willow-leaf eyebrows were more like thin swords, so when she frowned, she looked very heroic, but the girl quickly smiled brightly and Jiao Didi shouted Brother.

The teenager shivered as if he had seen a ghost during the day, and then pretended to be silly and smiled: "The answer is...I don't know."

If the girl’s temper was left in the past, she would have drawn the sword and cut the sword pool and the future lord of the sword pool would run away all over the mountain, but today she took an unprecedented deep breath and let Song Tinglu off. The latter quickly understood the reason and rolled his eyes. Compared with Zhao Wenwei's irritability when he stared at his junior sister, he was a very energetic young man. He suddenly became a frosted eggplant. Lingering. There is no way, the younger sister has to be very careful to maintain the image of a lady in front of her and almost all the senior sisters in Jianchi who admire the same person. Junior sister, who was supposed to never deal with Erhuang Rouge in her entire life, turned out to be unable to move when she saw a gouache shop on the street when she arrived in Youzhou. At that time, even if Sapo was rolling, Master Fu should not agree to come to Beiliang with the younger sister.

After the dust that made the little tornado dissipated, Xu Fengnian slapped it with the wind and gently patted it away.

Qi Jiajie's hand holding the sword bends with five fingers, and turns into a long clip without a grip. The long sword spins sharply, like thunder rolling away in the palm of his hand.

The sword body of Changchao took advantage of the momentum and was forced to draw out its sheath three inches.

Only the bluestone slab at the feet of the northern sword tyrant burst into a cobweb, and those cracks continued to expand outward. Scared Gao Shilian hurriedly pulled Zhao Wenwei back.

Yin Changgeng and Zhao Chunyuan, the young couple saw Mr. Qi's white robe feet, and began to waver, and then the movement grew louder and louder, hunting and hunting, like a strong wind blowing a battle flag on the battlefield.

Before, there was also Zhao Wenwei, who secretly looked at the white-clothed girl in a leisurely manner. She was anxious and wished to wave a cheer for the fairy character Mr. Qi, and hope that Mr. Qi will pull out the whole long barb in one go, so as to put an end to the arrogance of the young Northern Liang King. arrogance! But to be honest, this notorious northwest prince in the Liyang Dynasty, after he really saw it with his own eyes, put aside the provocative words, and met with Zhao Wenwei when he was studying in the imperial diligence room and Zhao Jiaweng Guozi Supervisor. It makes no difference to those outstanding scholars. They have good backgrounds, good looks, and good tempers. They belong to the kind of romantic figures who can't hate even if they don't like it.

When Qi Jiajie finally raised his right hand, put his fingers together, and hovered in the air one inch above the sword body, Qi Jiajie's momentum suddenly changed. If it was said that before, it was like the Five Sacred Mountains towering over the land of the Central Plains, it is now the Guangling River. Go east into the sea.

Chai Qingshan whispered to the two children: "See clearly, take a closer look at how others watch the tide and enlighten the sword! Qi Jiajie visited Guangling three times at the age of 18, 27, and 36. Dachao finally realized the method of the movement of the qi machine on a whim. Looking at the masters of the rivers and lakes, Qi Jiajie is far inferior to the Wuping fourteen, and among the ten people in Daxueping, it is not in the forefront. But if you talk about the turbulent degree of Qi in an instant, let alone Master, even Xuanyuan Qingfeng may not be comparable."

Speaking of this, Chai Qingshan couldn't help but snorted coldly, "You two, I have been to Guangling River twice. You have seen a lot of excitement, and both of your mouths have never stopped. As a result, I realized something. ?"

Song Tinglu turned his back and made a grimace at the master.

The girl solemnly said: "Master, next time I watch the tide, I will definitely pay my attention!"

Chai Qingshan was stunned, then smiled wryly.

Song Tinglu muttered: "Pretend, continue to pretend!"

Shan Baiyi's face flushed instantly, and he reached out his hand to go behind his back, and couldn't help but drew out the new sword "Fu Ji" he had forged.

Every Jianchi disciple, who wants to leave the sect and walk the rivers and lakes, has to forge a new sword by himself. Therefore, in addition to genius swordsmen, there are countless talented sword-making masters in Dongyue Jianchi. As for the disciple who was caught in the sight of Chai Qingshan, Shanbaiyi had an amazing talent, whether he was learning swords or forging swords. The martial artist wanted to be strong and steadfast, and Shanbaiyi was only a fourth-rank master. Martial arts cultivation base, but her unique understanding of kendo swordsmanship, in the eyes of Chai Qingshan, she already possesses the realm of the second-tier junior master.

Song Tinglu hurriedly begged for mercy: "Junior sister, can't you do it here? With so many outsiders here, how can I get through the rivers and lakes in the future to get that undefeated record?!"

Shanbaiyi didn't bother to pay attention to this guy who said he wanted to walk the rivers and lakes with an undefeated record. Who is not good at learning, but learns from the short-lived in the capital that is invincible, saying that this life does not seek to beat many masters, but only seeks to be undefeated! This is the new sword that you have to make when you leave the sect, or else Song Tinglu, the kid at Jianchi, has a wooden sword slung on the side, and he's a fool!

After the Qi machine in the body suddenly exploded like a rising tide on the surface of the river, Qi Jiajie’s long sword was almost completely unsheathed, except that the tip of the remaining sword was never pulled out.

Zhao Wenwei yelled softly: "Okay!"

Then he found that he was glaring at Shan Baiyi, and the bewildered youth quickly fell to the bottom of the valley.

At this critical juncture, Xu Fengnian walked onto the street and looked up at Wudang Mountain.

On the mountain, just in front of the thatched hut near Xixiangchi, stood a young Taoist wearing a common Taoist robe from Dragon Tiger Mountain, and a man squatting on the ground and squinting his eyes to read an ancient book.

The latter said softly: "Focused, this act was not done by a gentleman."

The young Taoist said flatly: "Sir, although it is against my heart, my surname is Zhao after all, and I am a Taoist in the Tianshifu. My uncle has been preaching in Tai'an City for many years, and now he is still precarious in the capital. Uncle laughed at Lanna in the letter. The prime minister of Qingci is also terrible. Moreover, Mr. also knows that if Wu Lingsu is allowed to gain power, it will not only be the misfortune of the Buddhist school, but the orthodox incense of our world will also be precarious."

The elegant man who seems to have bad eyes almost stuck to the page, and said with emotion: "Does the two evils have the lesser power?"

He wanted to speak but stopped, shook his head and smiled helplessly, "I don't nag Bai Yu's big ideas. We all say one thing. We scholars, we know more, we like to have one, two, three, four. , Don’t stop, five, six, seven, eight, and nine are here. Sometimes asking yourself, it’s really annoying. Okay, do things, leave me alone, this book is good, I haven’t looked for it for years. Find it, take this opportunity, and see it first."

Zhao Ningshen hesitated, "Although the combination of this time will make him lose the aura of luck condensed in the Western Regions at most, you still shouldn't come to Wudang Mountain, sir. If he gets angry, I will die. That’s all, sir, you shouldn’t have died in this Northern Liang, sir, Xun Ping should go further than before!"

Bai Yu was dipped in saliva, turned a page gently, and said: "The heart is too big, the appetite will inevitably follow, and it will hurt the body."

Zhao Ningshen sighed, took a few steps forward, closed his eyes, and pinched his fingers.

Longhushan Tianshifu, the purple-golden lotus in the lotus pond, a bud at the highest point, suddenly bloomed, and suddenly withered.

On the large boat on the first floor of the Qingzhou Navy, there was a scholar sitting cross-legged with a water bowl in front of him. He pinched a white stone with **** and smiled and said: "Since the matter has come to this, the general situation dictates that, No wonder I'm thankful and I should fall into trouble."

The stone hit the water in the bowl.

At the same time, a white rainbow flashed from southeast to northwest.

Xu Fengnian, who had finished watching Zhengbei, turned his gaze back, and began to turn sideways and look towards Zhengdongfang.

Remove the support of the air machine, Qi Jiajie's long clamp slipped and returned to its sheath.

Qi Jiajie took off the long clip and abandoned it on the street at will.

Yin Changgeng and others didn't know it.

Sing Baiyi and Song Tinglu are also at a loss.

Chai Qingshan, who has always been watching the show, also took a step forward.

Xu Fengnian looked into the distance and said with a smile: "A new sword created by the effort of the Eastern Yue Sword Pond, Qi Jiajie, as the master of the sword, has the few remaining Liyang Qi practitioners gathered together, plus Longhushan Zhao Ningshen’s Together, Chai Qingshan's help. The sword you invited from thousands of miles away is much more than the one I killed Han Shengxuan back then."

Qi Jiajie whispered: "Ashamed."

Chai Qingshan was silent.

Xu Fengnian, who was still holding the "Lvshui Pavilion Jiazi Sword Practice Record" under his arm, did not see any expression of anger and anger, and said: "Wudang Mountain is not far away, burning incense and making a wish is very good, you still hurry up and pray not to be taken by me. This sword~IndoMTL.com~The girl from the East Yue Sword Pond said timidly: "Xu Fengnian, don't everyone say that you are the reincarnation of Emperor Zhenwu? Let's make a wish that works? "

Xu Fengnian couldn't help but said, "That's right."

Xu Fengnian glanced at her and the boy who really looked like Song Nianqing. The latter hurriedly clenched the hilt with both hands. He knew that the Northern Liang King was very good at borrowing swords from people without agreeing! And often there are hundreds of thousands in one loan.

It was the girl who turned her elbow away before she became a big girl. She blinked at Xu Fengnian and signaled that the sword she was carrying was not bad.

Xu Feng young breathe out softly, facing the east, muttering to himself: "No need to borrow, sword, now I have it myself."

Xu Fengnian stood up from the ground and walked away in the air.

I saw swarms of swords like locusts around the person in the sky.

I have a sword, two thousand and four!

Six thousand miles long!