The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 33: The scabbard is the mound! Who can match?

The mahogany sword that the sword intent once pierced through Wang Xianzhi's chest was still hovering quietly beside this Xu Fengnian.

Xu Fengnian, who came from the sword, smiled and said: "Let's go one."

The peach wood sword is connected to the human spirit. It slowly leaves the scabbard. It is unusually slow at first, and gradually castrates like a rolling thunder, so that a long rainbow mist is entrained in the sky, even if you are not familiar with martial arts, you can clearly see it.

The root of this sword is like the old servant who lacks front teeth, nicknamed Jian Jiu Huang, who has less skills in his sword practice. Because he feels clumsy, he is afraid that he will be too greedy to chew, and he will walk slowly and leisurely. It doesn't matter where you go, you can make do without missing the scenery along the way.

As soon as the sword nine came out, the peach wood sword disappeared. The aloft Wang Xianzhi flicked his fingers several times in a row, referring to the dragon search and acupuncture points in the profound realm, but he failed to break the key vitality that a sword can travel six thousand miles. The imperial examination scholars broke up the questions and found it difficult to write. Wang Xianzhi turned his head suddenly, and at the same time, a ray of sword energy ran across his cheeks, cutting off a few white hairs of the old man.

Wang Xianzhi still didn't tap his fingers again, and continued to stay motionless, and then took a step back gently, a ray of sword energy flicked across his chest, cutting off a few pieces of linen.

Afterwards, Wang Xianzhi always maintained a posture with fingers bent, but occasionally moved her feet, every time she was able to evade the hidden sword aura that had the slightest edge.

Wang Xianzhi was a little surprised. He used to face the yellow array map of the second ascent at the head of Emperor Wu. He is not unfamiliar with this sword. Before referring to the Xuan Ba ​​Sword, he couldn't make him take it seriously. The Nine Swords really broke his sleeves. Although it is only a sword of the sky, the sky phenomenon of the sword nine yellows is very novel. The root of the common sky phenomenon master comes from the open sect of a sage. "Everything in the world, birds greet the chun, thunder resounds in summer, and insects sorrow in autumn and wind in winter. Therefore, scholar-officials often climb high and make fuss. However, since ancient times, swordsmen have been able to lead the way from generation to generation because of their natural ability. With the sword in my hand, tell the injustice and sweep away the injustice. Wang Xianzhi once said privately to Cao Changqing that it is better to give up the country, abandon the book and practice the sword.

The ninth sword of Jian Jiuhuang clearly crossed the threshold of celestial phenomena, and did not reach the level of sword immortal. It did not give people a bit of unrest and depression, but it made Wang Xianzhi a little unprepared at the time. Logically speaking, a good old man like Wen Tun can't practice good swords no matter what. This is the same reason as the text seems to be unhappy, and the swordsmanship is the same. The victory lies in the mysterious tricks and the wonders.

The sword at the moment has that kind of weird temper. After the move, there is no such great sword power as the dark cloud overwhelms the city. Instead, the swords are insulting, and there are just a few barking **** roaring fireworks. The secular atmosphere of the village is like a quarrel between neighbors, and it is in the way of affection, and the mouth is not moved. It feels that only the noise is left and annoying.

This new sword is only slightly different from the old sword handed out by Jian Jiuhuang, because the latter is more handy and more sophisticated.

The immortal Lingfeng Imperial Sword, a night of frosty nineteen states, this statement is used to describe the swiftness of the sword fairy, and the peach wood sword suddenly went around Wang Xianzhi suddenly, and I don’t know how many distances it took. Baili? A thousand miles?

Wang Xianzhi knows in her heart that she has wandered around him unscrupulously for three thousand miles! The farthest is nine miles away. Recently, I have passed by myself, so tirelessly going back and forth, or drawing arcs for more than ten meters, or flying straight for three or four miles, there is no law, no trace to be found.

Wang Xianzhi is still waiting, still flexing her fingers without flicking.

Until the seventh time I missed the Taomujian, after a short while, I finally tapped a finger gently.

Finger tapped in the air, but there was a faint pounding sound of gold and stone in front of Wang Xianzhi. The farther away from Wang Xianzhi, the louder the sound, and he rolled away.

Six miles away, the mahogany sword, which was made of plain material but caused great trouble to Wang Xianzhi, exploded in mid-air and turned into a mass of sawdust.

The imperial sword's Xu Fengnian waved his hand, and the debris returned from a distance, condensed into a sword, and gently returned to its sheath. After returning to the sheath, it dissipated again.

The scabbard is the sword mound.

Xu Fengnian inserted the scabbard into the yellow sand at his feet, apparently deciding not to use it anymore.

Lao Huang never talks about fancy truths. He can't say what peace of mind is my hometown. He can only say that he is an old man who has left his hometown, where he sleeps comfortably, and where he is home. The simple house next to the stables of Qingliang Mountain can make him sleep well, and that is his home. Lying on the pillowcase, thinking about a few jars of old wine under the bed, there is nothing short of it, no need to think too much. Therefore, the old yellow sword is fearless when it is unsheathed, and has no regrets when it is returned. Therefore, on the last trip with the sword, the people return home when the sword returns to the sheath.

My generation of swordsmen is not worried about life and death, and does not hesitate to break the famous sword.

This Xu Feng who only possesses one soul and two souls said in a young voice: "After the sword nine, it should be the sword ten."

He stretched out a hand, brought his fingers together, and lightly swiped it. Under his fingers, a long knife made of purple and gold air appeared, shaped like a newly released sixth-generation Beiliang knife.

The non-orthodox Taoist classics record that there are three souls and seven souls in the living, and the world will be suspicious, but Xu Fengnian, who has been under the weight of Wang Xianzhi's heaven and earth, is extremely certain, because he has only one soul left besides a living body. "Cleanup", the three souls and six souls obtained by the other "three people" have their own dreams. Xu Fengnian squatted on the edge of the pit. When the other himself was born, he did not watch the battle. Instead, he squatted down and took a big breath, washing and removing the stale air in his body. Gao Shulu's physique was originally an innocuous body. Wang Xianzhi's hotness lies in a glance Through his defilement, under the overturning of the world, he was forced to give him countless auras and filth. Gao Shulu's majestic physique can almost ignore ordinary injuries, and he heals so quickly that it can almost make the ordinary diamond realm beyond the dust. Even if it smashes the internal organs, or even penetrates the heart, it can continue to survive for several hours. .

Squatting Xu Fengnian was surrounded by black spirits, and he stared at the tortoise crack road at the edge of the big pit under his feet.

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After Xu Fengnian became the sixth in the world, many outsiders began to study the new Liangwang’s martial arts experience. Most of them were surprised by Xu Fengnian’s stealing the master. In order to appreciate the meaning of the sword, Mang Dunhuang City recorded how many small ravines were cut by the flying swords of both sides, and he did not know how much he had spent trying to grasp Master Liu Hao's entry into the city and Song Nianqing's stumbling sword. And after the peach wood sword, which can be called Wang Xiaoping's relic, returned to the top of the Lotus Peak, it was not to indirectly teach the sword intent, but to look for clues to explore Wang Xianzhi's unique Qi operation. Xuanyuan Qingfeng got in the way, just to pay off his debts, make a break, cut his mind, and couldn't pass the pass, everything would stop. After passing the pass, he could ride the martial arts. But then Wudang Jianzhi and the useless monk's blockade was not so simple. One was seeking a worthy and the other was respecting incense, but there was no doubt that both of them were trying to find flaws that Wang Xianzhi might not exist at all.

Besides the unexpected girl Hehe, it was Xu Yanbing's turn to single-handedly block Wang Xianzhi's path temporarily.

He must also be mortal.

This man once said with a smile that Xu Yanbing can die in Beiliang, and he cannot live without the King of Beiliang.

Said with a smile, but it is definitely not a joke.

Squatting Xu Fengnian couldn’t take care of wiping the blood on his face. In fact, the boots that touched the ground had been polished, and his feet were bloody. At that time, his head was slanted and his shoulders were slanted. The bones were grinded, but these injuries recovered at the speed of the naked eye after being thrown to the ground by Wang Xianzhi, but the damaged clothes and bottomless boots on the shoulders can prove that the situation at that moment is precarious. How many people can make Xu Fengnian who is two rivers and lakes away from Yangbeimang suffer this severe damage? Except for Wang Xianzhi who hasn't tried his best, there are only two Tuoba Bodhisattva Dengtai A who have a heart to fight! Xu Fengnian continued to stare at the cracks on the ground. Only when the eyelids were really obscured by blood, would he raise his arms and wipe away the rich blood flowing from the eyebrows on his face indiscriminately.

Standing Xu Fengnian held the handle of the knife, looked down at the unusual Beiliang knife, and said to himself: "This knife should have been given to Zhao Huangchao."

He closed his eyes and took a big step back, spreading a palm in front of his right hand and holding a knife behind him in his left hand.

The wind is surging, and the yellow sand is floating.

The squatting Xu Fengnian finally stood up, as if he wanted to witness "self" swinging the knife with his own eyes. He stretched out a finger and pressed it on the center of his brow. The old man Liang said that it was like the face of the princess, dripping down.

Done out with a single stroke.

First hear the continuous thunder explosion, and then see this sword-gang gas tearing the sky with a ray of force.

This is Xu Fengnian's own realization of the knife. The first half of the knife's moves came from a closer look at the Guangling River. Before you saw the head, the sound was thunderous, and then you can see a Bailian Hengjiang above the foggy river. Gradually raised his head, like a row of towering snow-capped mountains cascading down from Kunlun Mountain.

In the second half, the sword is more spiritual. I was out of my body and wandering in Chunqiu. I saw the excitement and tragic of the decisive battle at West Lei Bi.

Mixed together one after another, only to have such a sword that has never been seen in the world, Lao Huang will not name the sword move, Xu Fengnian has no time to name it.

This knife is like freehand ink splashing on paper, and the sharp edge of the knife is like the sharp ink, spilling a huge arc.

Wang Xianzhi didn't avoid it. He held the top of the arc of qi with both hands, and was led by the arc of sword to the sky, until he sank into the sky, and was completely out of sight.

At the higher place where Wang Xianzhi stopped his figure, the qi that was cut off by a gap did not dissipate for nine days, but just like the Guangling River rushing through in the first line, forming a more majestic in the old salt warehouse. Turn around!

Large falls straight down from the sky.

Since Wang Xianzhi smashed Xu Fengnian into the ground after killing intent.

Always be courteous.

Xu Fengnian, who took a knife, did not wait for Wang Xianzhi to break through the Gangqi waterfall, and then wiped out a Beiliang knife. It was simple and thick, and it was the first generation war knife of the Xu family.

Xu Xiaobing left two Liao and headed south all the way.

To cross the river to the South again and again, to fight to death again and again, to show jokes to outsiders again and again, to be ridiculed as a mad dog who is willing to bite people desperately without charity.

Xu Xiao never spoke to anyone to argue with, nor did he explain anything to his eldest son Xu Fengnian before he was alive. Xu Fengnian was only able to know the answer when he was wandering in Chunqiu.

Xu Xiao has always been a precarious cross-river. He doesn't want to die, but he is not afraid of death.

Take charge of your mother’s world situation, your mother’s emperor and generals, and your mother’s chessboard rules!

Holding the knife, Xu Feng took a step a year ago, with the tip of the knife facing up, and pointed directly at Wang Xianzhi in the sky.

Said quietly: "Cross the river!"

A black rainbow hangs upside down on the ground.

Wang Xianzhi, who was fighting against the inverted waterfall, was hit in the chest by this knife. The two Xu Fengnian standing on the ground could see the black spot slowly pressed by the waterfall, and then slammed back into the distance. The dome is too small.

The Xu Fengnian who has traveled to the black and white chunqiu sighed and said softly: "Difficult."

Xu Fengnian nodded ~IndoMTL.com~ but soon smiled and said: "But now I don't dare to do just seven or eight points."

As soon as this sentence was finished, a beam of light fell from the sky, and the earth shook.

Wang Xianzhi is like a heavenly god, stepping out of the heaven and descending into the world!

The old man in Mai showed a fist-sized wound in his heart. Even though the first person in the world is not inferior to the tall tree dew that stood at the peak for 400 years, there is still no sign of healing. There are buds in the flesh, and the scene is awkward. Suddenly born and died suddenly.

What's even more mysterious is that after Wang Xianzhi was hit above the clouds, she actually dragged down a spear-like lightning.

Wang Xianzhi, with severely damaged sackcloth on his shoulders, looked cold and indifferent, and asked: "Is there only this ability?"

Who in the world can match this martial artist who is probably above the heavens and humans?

How about winning and killing?

What's more, Xu Fengnian probably couldn't wait for the last soul and soul of the long journey.