The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 324: Many courtyard lotus

Two quarters of an hour later, thousands of generals and soldiers in Huaiyang Pass had all withdrawn from Huaiyang Pass. This shows the orderliness of the Northern Liang Border Army and Chen Zhibao's insight into military affairs. [Reading the latest chapters] Read the book

White Fox's face was following Chu Lushan out of the city for the last time, suddenly turned his horse's head, pulled out the embroidered winter and spring thunder swords hanging around his waist, threw it high, and threw it into the city.

In that small courtyard, Xu Fengnian walked down the steps, and Chen Zhibao slowly walked out of the room where the coffin was placed. Standing on the steps, the tip of the plum wine gun in his hand turned blue instantly.

Faced with Xu Fengnian, who is close to the top of the martial arts, even if he is seriously injured at this time, no matter how arrogant Chen Zhibao, who is now in Western Sichuan, he will still not be underestimated. Heart.

Chen Zhibao downplayed a gun and handed it straight forward. For some reason, the majestic momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers in the imagination of Juewu. The purple plum wine smashed past Xu Fengnian's chest, who was slightly sideways, and Chen Zhibao's wrist was shaking lightly. , The originally stretched gun body suddenly bends like a bow and bounces towards Xu Fengnian’s chest. It came out, but suddenly burst out like a sky thunder falling on the earth. Xu Fengnian turned his palms into fingers, slowly backed up, strolling in the garden, pointing and pointing, embroidering those kings into one of the most famous skills. The Beng Qiang An Jin "initiated" one by one.

Suddenly, Xu Fengnian's figure was like a heavy hammer, and his feet slipped backwards. Just before he was about to lean against the high wall of the small courtyard, he finally stopped, his back may be away from the wall. There is really only a thin line.

Xu Fengnian swallowed a mouthful of blood, gently waved his sleeves with both hands, and forcibly suppressed the turbulent Qi in his lower body. After eating a small loss, Xu Feng young breathed out a sullen breath, looking at the white-clothed Shu king who did not take advantage of the victory after a shot, it was strange that the popularity of this moment of circulation was not brilliant, only It’s only five or six hundred miles, not to mention the seven or eight hundred miles that Cao Changqing and Deng Tai’a and others can easily do, let alone Li Chungang’s battle on the Guangling River during his lifetime, breaking the armor with a sword of 260, surpassing the reputation of Lu Zu. The thousand-mile journey of the threshold of heaven and man, only in terms of the flow of energy, I am afraid that Chen Zhibao is still inferior to Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who is now in the middle of the rivers and lakes in the Central Plains.

Since ancient times, Kendo has struggled with spirit and force, as is the world martial arts, but no one can deny the importance of continuity, which is almost the foundation of a martial artist.

But even if Chen Zhibao's qi flow is not very impressive, he can still integrate Wang Xiu's four-character tactics in one shot. It seems that only three or four points of strength can be used to have a very romantic freehand.

Chen Zhibao, who had the advantage with one move, said indifferently: "This shot was used to draw you for Beiliang's 300,000 iron cavalry. Those Beiliang Border Army whose names have been engraved on the stone tablet shouldn't be so embarrassed to die. "

Xu Fengnian did not engage in any quarrel with Chen Zhibao, so he slowly recovered.

Previously during the Guangling River battle, Xu Fengnian had already experienced Chen Zhibao’s plum wine. What's more, Wang Xiu, the great master of Spring and Autumn who taught Chen Zhibao’s spear skills, was originally born in the Northern Liang family, and Xu Yanbing and Han Laoshan The two juniors have worked for the Xu family for many years. It is reasonable to say that Xu Fengnian is close to the water, and he has a good understanding of the world. There is always a sense of inexplicable lack of power in the magical plum wine. It is a bit like a heart and a lack of strength. Even if Xu Fengnian is above the realm, it is difficult to make a tenth when it is really shot. You should know that Xu Fengnian was able to score 12 points against Wang Xianzhi, who was known as one man to suppress the martial arts critics at the time. The time he fought with Tuoba Bodhisattva for thousands of miles in the Western Regions, it can be regarded as heartily and heartily from beginning to end. .

Now after Xu Fengnian was hit hard by Tuoba Bodhisattva, it is more difficult to deal with that plum wine.

However, no matter how dangerous the situation is, Xu Fengnian did not complain about anything, nor did he resent Chen Zhibao for taking advantage of the fire.

This is just like Beiliang’s difficult situation now. Since the world is already like this, if you want to survive, don’t worry about whether the Beimang army’s approach to Liyang Temple is not fair enough. In fact, you can’t help Beiliang at all. Go and care about those.

An old saying goes that all human affairs are subject to destiny. Xu Fengnian always firmly believes that whether one listens to destiny, or whether destiny is good or bad, is a secondary thing. What he has to do is to do his best. give up.

At this time, the long and short Xiu Dongchun Lei swords fell into the small courtyard of the city from outside the Huaiyangguan city. Xu Fengnian was indifferent and allowed the swords to be inserted on the ground in the courtyard, and Chen Zhibao did not stop the two famous swords from falling. The tip of the gun quivered, and the purple gas shook slightly.

Xu Fengnian didn't want to take embroidered Dongchunlei, but couldn't.

Chen Zhibao shot again and swept to a place about a shot away from Xu Fengnian who was standing at the corner of the wall.

But the next moment, Xu Fengnian seemed to be motionless, but Chen Zhibao's swift shot hit Xu Fengnian a few steps away on his left, the plum wine lightly pressed against the wall, and stopped.

I saw a crack in Xu Fengnian's chest and shirt, gradually bleeding out.

Xu Fengnian frowned. Chen Zhibao's shot was very fast. It was originally a straight shot, but it was not fast enough to make Xu Fengnian unavoidable, so Xu Fengnian strode three steps, but it was an instant plum wine gun. The tip appeared in my heart.

So when Xu Fengnian returned to the original place, his clothes were still torn by the non-sharp spear head.

Chen Zhibao slowly withdrew the plum wine.

The secluded courtyard never closed its door, and the breeze was blowing.

There is a jujube tree in the corner of the small courtyard, which is full of fruit.

When the early autumn wind reaches the northwest, almost every household in Beiliang will eat jujubes. Even young children with weak physical strength can easily shake it off. Some married women who are new to women but have not given birth to children will stand by the customs. Under the jujube tree, the younger children in the family choose those jujube trees with slender branches and shake them vigorously.

On that inconspicuous jujube tree, suddenly a date quietly left the branch, bumped all the way with the branches below and other dates, and then fell to the ground.

Xu Fengnian made an unthinkable gesture, inserting his hands into his cuffs, and after posing as if he was waiting to die with his hands, his face was a little pale, and he looked at Chen Zhibao.

The jujube, which is even more inconspicuous than the jujube tree, fell on the ground and exploded.

The plum wine in Chen Zhibao's hand seemed to be hit by an invisible flying sword.

Thunder fell on the earth and resounded in the sky.

This is where Gu Jiantang's mind lies in pressing Fang Cunlei's mastery at the bottom of the box.

But Qi controls all things as the wrist for flying swords, and the realm where the heart goes to where the sword goes, is the root of Wu's sword tomb.

As the first jujube leaves its branches and falls to the ground, the jujubes suddenly fall like rain, one after another, to the ground, some dull and exploded, some quietly.

Chen Zhibao stirred up a circle of ripples, varying in height, like countless small stones hitting a calm lake, that mysterious picture, like a fairy's handwriting, blooming lotus flowers out of thin air on a piece of white rice paper .

Chen Zhibao closed his eyes and squeezed the plum wine. Even if ripples rippled three feet above his head, he still did not dodge, let alone a shot to break the deadlock.

A ring of ripples spread slightly in the air just a inch above his shoulders.

Chen Zhibao is waiting, patiently waiting for Xu Fengnian's killer, waiting for Xu Fengnian's heart to kill the moment, as for the seemingly mysterious ripples, they are nothing more than painful blindfolds.

As far as Chen Zhibao’s plum wine is concerned, there is no flawless pioneer in the world. His post-production, self-confidence is that he can break it with a single shot against Deng Taia, who is known as unparalleled in lethality. Whoever fights the battle of life and death, he is considered invincible, not to mention the young vassal king with the celestial body in front of him.

Some ripples swayed very "indifferently" far away from Chen Zhibao~IndoMTL.com~ when the tree full of jujubes fell out.

Xu Fengnian's cuffs moved slightly, and a small and exquisite flying sword hovered quietly in front of him.

At the same time, the ripples that had disappeared around Chen Zhibao resurfaced.

Large and small, high and low.

A swaying snow-white lotus flower was drawn from each ripple.

A small courtyard, like a lotus flower, has a faintly clear and pleasant ding-dong sound.

This is the Lei Chi of Liu Haoshi, the gatekeeper of Tai'an City, and the Rhubarb Court of Wang Chonglou, the old master of Wudang.

The thunder pond is full of lotus flowers.

In a desperate situation, full of vitality.

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