The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 22: One cut river is one sword
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Chapter 22, a river is a sword
The Fighting Swordsman in the Snow Author: Fenghuo Opera Princes
Update time: 2014-04-1506:35:44 Words: 3005
The saying that Jianghu martial arts is profound and profound is quite boring in Wang Xianzhi's view. The old man has seen too many so-called new tricks, but they are old wine in new bottles. They cannot escape the rules set by predecessors, especially swordsmen. The peaks of the predecessors are too high, and most of the descendants are only on the way of climbing, so during this period, handing out a few swords and dozens of swords is nothing new, and it is even more difficult for Wang Xianzhi to shine.
is just the half sword of Wang Xiaoping, the unsheathed sword and the sword, Wang Xianzhi did not take it lightly. He originally wanted to use the same set of dealing with Huishan women to target, relying on the imposing footsteps of the world's unparalleled grandeur , You can attack from a distance at will. Wang Xianzhi, who rested on the mountain in his palm, finally did not do what he wanted. He changed from a single palm supporting stone to a two-handed supporting stone. He kept walking towards Wang Xiaoping, who was still running towards the shore. His left and right hands were like iron hooks with five fingers. Qi penetrated into the boulder, first tore out a piece. The cracks then rotted the whole piece of ten thousand catties of heavy stone into hundreds of pieces of rubble.
Wang Xianzhi clings to his wrists, twists his hands, and the many rubbles that seem to be about to fall apart instantly recondensed, forming a stone formation that looks like a big circle in the distance. There are countless tiny purple electricity flowing crazily between the cracks of the rubble, following Wang Xianzhi His hands suddenly spread out, and on the top of the old man's head, there seemed to be a group of purple black crows appearing in a half fan shape.
The gravel crow group is not standing still, but one crow draws water. At the foot of Wang Xianzhi, the Guangling River continuously has a beam of water with the thickness of arms gushing out of the water.
If the crows are fans, then these rapidly rising and spinning water columns have become the fan bones of that fan.
Wang Xiaoping went down to Wudang Mountain to sharpen his swordsmanship. Today, a sword to the mountain forced Wang Xianzhi down the mountain, but an outsider came, who can be regarded as a descendant, but the timing of his appearance happened to be Wang Xiaoping’s sword rise and Wang Xianzhi’s group of crows, both It is not beneficial to the overall situation, nor detrimental to the overall situation, so the two of them both consciously or unconsciously chose to turn a blind eye to this person. This uninvited guest wore an old Taoist robe that was washed to a degree of whiteness, but it was not in the style of the dragon, tiger, and Wudang mountains. He looked at a man who was not confused about the number of years. He was close to the Guangling River one mile away and happened to see Wang Xianzhi’s The middle-aged Taoist didn’t seem to sprint with his legs and walked leisurely every step, but he almost approached the river bank in the blink of an eye, until Wang Xiaoping’s sword cut Changhong, the Taoist still didn’t make a move. Stopping on the shore, watching the Huishan Ziyi fall into the rolling water in the heart of the river, the Taoist seemed to sigh softly.
The middle-aged Taoist didn’t jump into the river to save others. He turned his head and looked at the "fan" created by Wang Xianzhi Xingshi’s mobilization of the crowd. He frowned. Everyone knows that when the kings and old monsters are sitting in Wudi City, they will be sent to us. There are countless masters who have fought and fought, and never ask for fancy. In short, fighting with him will make the fight ugly. Whether you are Cao Changqing who dominates the eight fights, or the Peach Flower Sword God who controls the sword to defeat the sword, Will not give the layman that shocking look and feel. The Taoist figure remained motionless, his left hand drew an arc, causing ripples, seeming to be blocking something intangible, but his right hand was pinching the five fingers, which was almost dazzling.
There are three situations. The time and place are right and the people are harmonious. Beimang Guoshi Yuan Qingshan is good at counting people and Huang Longshi is especially good at calculating the time, and he wins by budget and geographical advantage.
There are very few Spring and Autumn Thirteen Jias left. This Taoist who has hidden his fame from the beginning to the end occupies the "Number Jia".
seems to be forty years old, but in fact it is already over a hundred years old. It is just that the way he has cultivated has no hope of reaching the realm of rejuvenation and rejuvenation. Otherwise, with his outstanding talents, he would be able to return to the basics long ago. It can be compared to Lu Zu's passing through the Heavenly Gate five hundred years ago and not entering, but the ascension that the world can't ask for is just a matter of his thoughts. Over the long years, he has seen too many ups and downs in the world, discussed many times with Qi Xuanjian, who was reincarnated by Lu Zu, raised evil dragons in Difei Mountain for the Liyang Zhao Family, and had intrigues with the three generations of Longhu Mountain Sect Master. It is also a friend and foe with Liu Songtao, the leader of the Lushan Mountain who was invincible a hundred years ago. The Taoist stopped to pinch, and knew in his heart the battle between the two in the distance.
Wang Xianzhi is nearly a hundred years old, and he has reached the top of the martial arts. Compared to ordinary people, he has lived too long, so that almost everyone has forgotten this burly old man. He was once a scholar who was aspiring to the temple. , I also imitated the celebrity of the Qingliu to go to the Lufan Lun towel to point out the country, just because of various causes, throwing pens and abandoning books into the arena, and never looking back. The devil Huang Sanjia led the national movement into the rivers and lakes. Wang Xianzhi originally took the lead. He was similar to a temple official who took the emperor to make the princes. No one can compete with him. He can swallow most of it and do what it was four hundred years ago. Gao Shulu, Liu Songtao a hundred years ago, but Wang Xianzhi did not do that. Whether it was Song Nianqing, who was not afraid of tigers when she was born with a calf, or Cao Changqing, who was new to the sky, none of these martial arts trees with luck died in Wudi City. This trip left the East China Sea and faced Xuanyuan Qingfeng who hit the rocks with the pebbles. You could kill or not. But Wang Xiaoping was different. The latter was backed by a Wudang Mountain. In the future, the people on the mountain will face the immortals directly, creating a new pattern that has not been seen in a thousand years. Heaven and man are separated. In the future rivers and lakes, not to mention the grand occasion of seven or eight land gods emerging together, I am afraid that none of them can be left, and even the celestial realm is an extravagant hope. The word "flying" will naturally become an extinct sound. In such a situation, Wang Xianzhi, who sealed the borders with one person, naturally hated it.
Wang Xianzhi will not only block Wang Xiaoping’s next sword, but also cut off the connection between Jianlun and Wudang!
I saw Wang Xianzhi clenching his fists with both hands and throwing it forward.
flapped in front of the fan, and the mountains were overwhelming, and a strong wind rose.
Wang Xiaoping still closed his eyes tightly, put his left fingers together, pushed forward on the mahogany scabbard, and the scabbard gently slid out.
There is no unmatched spirit of fighting a bull, no surging vision. Even if the rubble lingering by the purple lightning rolled away head-on, and then a huge wave and high wall fell head-on, the speed of the sword being unsheathed was still not slow.
The next scene is shocking. Wudang Taoists rushed past the overwhelming gravel and lightning, and there was another big wave hitting the top. After this round of offensive, countless rubble did not roll to the ground according to common sense, but one by one suspended on the shore, slowly rotating, when the sky was covered with dark clouds, and then exposed a crystal clear white line, looming, as if It was hanging down from the nine heavens, slightly slanted, pointing to Wang Xiaoping, who was still not fully sheathed with the mahogany sword, and the end of the white line was hung three feet above the Taoist's head.
The world's saying that there are gods up three feet above the head is that God remembers the good and evil of people.
Wang Xianzhi showed a sneer, stretched out his fingers and twisted gently, breaking the "fishing line".
The middle-aged Taoist muttered to himself: "After all, Li Chungang could lose to Wang Xianzhi, and Wang Xianzhi could also lose to a rising star, but the rivers and lakes must not be dead. Make changes, but the ban on the use of martial arts is getting more and more farther and farther?"
The Taoist sighed, "Xu Fengnian from Beiliang wants to guard the northwest gate and give stability to the people of the Central Plains. The original intention is not bad, but he is too involved with Wudang. Once he sits up, he will definitely join forces with Li Yufu. Therefore, There are two choices. Not to kill Xu Fengnian is the turbulence that has been lost for decades in the world. To kill Xu Fengnian, the rivers and lakes are still rivers and lakes. No matter how strong the court is, the water in the well will not be offended by the river. Now some people may want to. Filling up the well of the rivers and lakes, you, Wang Xianzhi, as the well guardian of "sit on the well and watch the sky", do not agree, it is reasonable."
When he saw that the **** line above Wang Xiaoping's head seemed to be cut abruptly, the remaining white line violently ejected an arc in the air, and finally slowly dissipated among the clouds.
Wang Xiaoping still didn't make a sword.
His fingers have nearly slid to the tip of the sword, which means that the scabbard is about to leave the blade completely.
Taoist doesn't know whether it is the sadness of the rabbit and fox who are fellow practitioners, or the empathy of human nature, so he can't bear to look at it, and turns his head to look at the river. In fact, if Wang Xiaoping had used his sword earlier to break Wang Xianzhi's cage, he would have more births than death. With Wang Xianzhi's seldom angry temperament, he might not necessarily put him to death. But since this sword is obsessed and obsessed with it, Wang Xianzhi should be really going to kill him.
Taoists cultivate loneliness, and it is difficult to agree with Wang Xiaoping’s obsession ~ IndoMTL.com~.
What about Dixianyijian?
took 10,000 steps and said, even if it could hurt Wang Xianzhi, it would only show the young prince a flaw that might only be considered trivial, and could not stop Wang Xianzhi from going to the cold to kill.
Is it worth it to trade a life for someone else for a little bit more chance of winning?
Daoist suddenly widened his eyes. It was a bit shocked that he was such an old monster who was scolded by Xu Fengnian as a thousand-year old bastard.
Wang Xiaoping opened his eyes, and when the scabbard was about to fall, instead of taking advantage of the situation, he pushed the sword back into the scabbard and said softly: "Go."
The mahogany sword still in its sheath disappeared in a flash.
Many passengers on the ferry going to and from the mountain gorge screamed at the same time without exception. It turned out that all the boats under their feet began to be out of control. Regardless of how hard they were, those who went up against the current began to retreat quickly, and the bow of the boat was facing downward. It is like a divine help, the arrow rushes down.
All this stems from the sudden removal of the Guangling River, which is bordered by Wang Xiaoping and Xiawei.
This river leaving the waterway is as thick as a mountain, rising into the sky, like a blue sword with no one before and no one afterwards!
bends around Wang Xiaoping, then hangs out in the air in an instant, and the point of the sword points directly at Wang Xianzhi, who is standing in the air with no river water under his feet!
Wang Xiaoping gave a soft drink and took a step forward.
A sword was finally handed out.
A section of river water to make a long sword!