The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 25: Heh, one man is the one who is in charge
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Chapter Twenty-Five Oh, one man is in charge
The Fighting Swordsman in the Snow Author: Fenghuo Opera Princes
Update time: 2014-04-1804:27:06 Words: 3612
Even if Liu Songtao understood Wang Xianzhi's mind, he still blocked the way.
One stroke of the sword-falling pose attracted countless bodhisattvas and trapped Wang Xianzhi in it.
Bodhisattva's figures are high or low, or clear to see eyebrows, or misty and vague. Among them, the four bodhisattvas are the tallest and solemn, divided into four directions. The Avalokiteshvara who removes the suffering of sentient beings, the Manjushri who is pure and innocent and beneficial to the world, the Samantabhadra Bodhisattva who has no desire to retreat, and the Ksitigarbha, who has made the wish to save all living beings and become Buddhas.
Among them, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva is the most vivid and amiable. It is because of Wang Xiaoping's previously unrelenting sword heart, which invisibly fits this way.
After Wang Xianzhi stepped on the ground, he suddenly withdrew his fists. With him as the center, an aura that was enough to eclipse the turbulent tide of the beating on the head of the Emperor Wu, he vented arbitrarily. Most of the Buddha statues still in the air collapsed suddenly, some were also crumbling, obviously showing signs of collapse.
Only the four great Bodhisattvas remained motionless. Manjushri even opened his mouth slightly, reciting the scriptures, and a celestial lady with long sleeves looming around his head was faintly swirling.
The golden light overflows between the heaven and the earth, and the fluorescent color flows, as if you are on the other side of the Buddha country.
The first person in the rivers and lakes a hundred years ago, meeting the more detached first person in the world, the magnificent and magnificent realm of this great battle has indeed achieved the point where people can't imagine that there is no record in ancient books!
Wang Xianzhi didn’t control his qi into a sword and turned into a sword at all. He morphed into shape, and punched in all directions. After the punches, the phantoms had not yet had time to merge into one, only a white stream of light bypassed the Manjushri and rushed towards Liu Songtao, an old monk who enters Ding.
Liu Songtao appeared behind a tantric Immovable Bodhisattva, showing anger.
After being violently hit by Wang Xianzhi's body, Liu Songtao didn't change his sitting posture at all, but slipped out ten feet from where he was sitting. There was another bump, and a thunder was exploded. Liu Songtao, who was sitting on the ground with his hands folded, retreated and then retreated, but as the person and the law retreated, the Immovable King let out a dull anger.
If the people who are obsessed with not understanding, they have already been awakened. If it is a stubborn devil, it has already been scared away.
It is a pity that the one who bumped into was the Wufu Wang Xianzhi who could compete with the fairy Lu Dongxuan!
In the third blow, standing Wang Xianzhi descended from the height, kicking sitting Liu Songtao's forehead.
directly kicked the demon sect leader who had put down his butcher knife to sit on the ground and practiced Buddha for 100 years into the ground, Fudo King Faxiang sank deep into the ground, only revealing the fear-like face that tends to disperse.
At the same time, the four bodhisattvas in the distance turned into fireflies on the earth, slowly ascending into the sky, returning to the sky.
Wang Xianzhi stopped the offensive that was simply unmatched. The old man showed a trace of anger, and asked in a deep voice: "Do you know someone has a wish?!"
Liu Songtao, who was still underground, stood up, turned around and made a salute, and took the initiative to disperse the last Buddha image.
Then he walked slowly on the mud road that was as flat as a sword, stood in front of Wang Xianzhi, nodded, and replied softly: "May everyone of the younger generations open the door to heaven."
Wang Xianzhi said indifferently: "I'm just an old man with only rivers and lakes in my eyes."
Liu Songtao thought for a while, and said calmly: "You think that the rise and fall of the world is the burden that the emperors and scholars should bear. They do a good job, and they can't afford it. People in troubled times are not as good as dogs. Anyway, you Wang Xianzhi only picks. The burden of martial arts. But you have something to think about, and I also think about it. In the final analysis, the Tao is different, so it is different. In order to win the world, the two dynasties of Liyang and Beimang have to fight for the lack of military payment and silver. Such a banner to exterminate the Buddha, let the Taoist priest seal the gates of the two Zen temples, and there are countless destroying temples and scriptures. This is more than that, but we must do our best to eradicate the inheritance of Buddhism. Liu Songtao wants to continue to Buddhism here and now. A stick of incense! It’s not that I, Liu Songtao, want to flatter the young feudal lord of Beiliang, but I have to do a little bit for Buddhism, try my best to protect the last pure land, one more inch is one inch, even if it’s just for a monk to have it. It’s also a good thing to set up a cone."
Wang Xianzhi waved his hand, "I have to hurry, I don't want to grind my lips with you."
The purple-gold color in Liu Songtao's expression is erratic and unstable, and suddenly he smiles and asks: "Wang Xianzhi, how much did you do?"
Wang Xianzhi did not answer, and asked, "Block, or not?"
Liu Songtao turned sideways and stretched out a hand, "Since Liu Songtao has nothing to ask for in the Lushan Mountain, he has already let go. Moreover, taking off the robes does not mean that you are no longer a monk, and you cannot die for the time being. Besides, you may not be. I can really kill that person."
Wang Xianzhi silently passed by Liu Songtao.
In the end, Liu Songtao still didn't know whether Wang Xianzhi was doing his best, and he didn't have any extravagant hopes. It was enough to think that it would be nine out of ten.
The rivers and lakes a hundred years later, the water level is much higher than before. He came a little late, but finally he was not too late.
Liu Songtao walked to the bank of the Guangling River, picked up a handful of muddy river water, washed away the blood so casually, thinking about going back to Wudang Wang Xiaoping, who is different but can be conspired, and turned out to be unstable, sitting on a wet bottom In the pile of stones, he sighed, got up with difficulty, and looked to the south, "Unfortunately, the Peach Flower Sword God, who only hears his name but never sees him, shouldn't come."
Liu Songtao resisted the sting, swept across, found Wang Xiaoping, bent over to carry the Wudang Taoist priest who could have overlooked the sword forest after Deng Tai'a, straightened up, and whispered: "Gao Shulu's body, you Adding up the peach wood sword and the Buddhist aura of the poor monk, the odds of winning are still not great."
Liu Songtao smiled bitterly: "Is it misfortune to have such an old man suppressing the rivers and lakes? Or is it fortunate? We are better to say that the king must be misfortune."
On the other side of , Zhao Huangchao is missing.
at the bottom of the river, she is still there for the woman who survived the war and passed that level.
Liu Songtao stared at the billowing water in a daze, speechless. Back then, she once said with a smile that there were partridges in the south of the Yangtze River, and she kept saying "I can't do it."
Liu Songtao closed his eyes, chanted Amitabha Buddha silently, and strode forward after opening his eyes.
Wang Xianzhi's fist like a rainbow drove Huishan Ziyi into the bottom of the river, and then blocked Wang Xiaoping's sword after his death, and even more vigorously moved the road stone Liu Songtao who turned from the devil to the Buddha, and within a day, he followed three tops one after another. Master fights, there is not much trouble, but there is no doubt that the first person in the world, the city lord of Wudi City was actually tossed by an unknown, unfamiliar, and tireless little girl.
The first inexplicable attack took place at the end of the Songxian River, a tributary of the Guangling River. At that time, Wang Xianzhi was surprised that she hadn’t sensed her traces before jumping out of the river. The old man was just a little curious about her. That fierce hand knife is more of the senior’s appreciation of the younger generation. There is no slightest irritation. After avoiding it, she did not pursue it. Watching the little girl's figure fade away, she bent down and evacuated from the battlefield, running like a spirit fox, she can be described as swift. Extremely. The main reason is that she came and went in a hurry, and hardly involved the Qi machine, which was not easy. At that time, Wang Xianzhi just remembered a saying that was widely circulated in Wudi City. The eleventh Wang Mingyin used to kill a young woman assassin with a sinister hand knife. Only by a true secret did she really remember this assassin. She took the opportunity to kill the gatekeeper of Tai'an City, Master Liu Hao, the master of celestial phenomena!
Presumably she is the little girl who came to be the fourth stone.
四. Homophony is dead. Little girl, this is not very lucky.
At first, Wang Xianzhi thought the little girl was quite interesting. If he meets him, he can talk to her for a few words.
After half a decade, the second meeting was on a post road close to Hezhou. Wang Xianzhi was walking slowly under the shade of willow trees on the roadside. A team of businessmen and horses passed by, and when the last ride was to be with Wang Xianzhi Staggered and passed, the girl assassin sprang out from under the horse abruptly, walked close to the ground, and then jumped up very quickly, still stabbing Wang Xianzhi's heart with a hand knife.
Wang Xianzhi held her wrist and threw it out, his delicate body abruptly broke a willow tree as thick as a blue and white bowl.
Wang Xianzhi thought it was nothing more than three, and this little girl should know the severity too. Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, a sneak attack followed.
Wang Xianzhi closed his eyes and rested in the wilderness and slept for three hours. It was only when the girl broke out on the ground ten feet away, and even Wang Xianzhi didn’t know how she guessed that she would be there. Sit down and rest in that place, because no matter how deep Qimen Dunjia is, it is impossible for him to make unknowable movements under his nose.
This time, Wang Xianzhi, who forced the indifferent to sleep or awake, still turned his head a little hastily, so that she could hide from the piercing eyes of the girl killer's hand knife. For the first time, Wang Xianzhi had already confirmed the girl’s kind of hand knife. , Very strange, it is a novel technique he has never heard of. It is clean and neat, good at breaking gangs, and even the vajra physique of an ordinary martial artist, may not be able to resist it, and the agitation of the girl's hand knife is almost self-abuse, so in hand knife In the moment before she succeeds, she can burst out her own ingenious **** and cramps, which are similar to the skinning cramps of Han Shengxuan. The metamorphosis went straight to the celestial phenomena and land gods in the two realms after the assassination of the first rank.
Under the world, who can teach such an unreasonable killer?
So for the third time, Wang Xianzhi, who was always sitting cross-legged, avoided the hand knife with his head sideways, and grabbed her ankle, smashing her back to the ground in front of him, and asked aloud: " What is your name?"
The girl leaped out of the pit that her body had smashed into, without making a sound, she passed away in a flash.
Wang Xianzhi was just a little helpless with Niu playing the piano, but did not get up to chase her, more as a naughty child with a not-so-good temper.
Soon Wang Xianzhi turned from helplessness to tirelessness. The girl killer didn't even know that she would accept it. Only three days later, Wang Xianzhi entered Hezhou near Beiliang Road and launched another ingenious attack.
Wang Xianzhi drank water from a deep well. The little girl slid out along the wall of the well without warning, and stabbed Wang Xianzhi's neck with a knife.
Wang Xianzhi, who was annoyed at her for some reason, hit her with an elbow and hit her on the head, knocking it down to the bottom of the well, and there was a sound of falling water.
At this elbow, Wang Xianzhi is no longer merciful. She is a first-grade diamond master, I am afraid that she will have to cultivate for a year or a half before getting out of bed and walking.
But.
, when he showed up later, he was already a bloodless girl assassin. He still tirelessly carried out the fifth assassination!
Wang Xianzhi was walking in the downtown area. The girl in rags rushed out of a dark and narrow alley. This time, Wang Xianzhi hit her in the head with a punch.
The girl leaned her head back and slammed into a restaurant~IndoMTL.com~ smashed an outer wall, and several wine tables, sitting slumped against the inner wall of the restaurant.
Wang Xianzhi said coldly: "Next time, you will really die."
stubborn girl, her weak back pressed hard against the wall, her feet stuck to the ground, trying to stand up on this basis, but only halfway up, she sat down again.
is so repeated, I don’t know how many times, but it’s in vain.
half a decade later.
last time.
Wang Xianzhi was walking on the post road on the border of the two states, and you can already see the boundary marker that borders the two states of Youhe.
Next to the tall boundary monument, there was a young girl standing there. She was still wearing a mink hat and carrying a sunflower in the scorching heat of the north.
She seems to want to be silly.
The girl chuckled.
She is already powerless to assassinate someone.
She can only stop here openly.
Then she lifted her arm and wiped off the bloodshot from her nose or her mouth. She gently placed the sunflower on the boundary marker, carefully took off the mink cap, and pulled out an old pearl hairpin. Put them all together, with the sunflower that is far from golden in color.
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