The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 343: Face north and back south


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The rain is as smooth as crisp, like that graceful beauty slowly weaving a curtain of beads.

The navy blue water polo on the palm of the young eunuch's palm, suspended in the air, slightly undulating, faintly flashing electric lights, like a fire dragon wandering around.

Xu Fengnian's pupils shrank slightly while holding the handle of the knife.

Sky Thunder.

Does the world hold a sky thunder?

It's just that this kind of thing happened to this skilled eunuch, not surprising.

At this moment, the young **** no longer had the previous warm breath, facing Xu Fengnian who was standing half a meter away with a knife, his face was solemn, and his eyes were as black as ink.

Like a dragon looking at a python, it has the meaning of overlooking and contempt, and it also implies thunder and anger.

Before that, when the two sat on the well and watched the sky and discussed the Tao, the young **** was not like a martial arts master who stomped the river and lake three times, but like a young private school teacher, unsmiling and rigid. Withdrawn, but speaking and demeanor with people who meet the eye, it can be described as a modest gentleman, with a reserved edge.

But the more this kind of person is, it is especially scary when abnormal.

It's like Wang Xianzhi, who claimed to be the second in the world, suddenly threatened to be the first person one day. During those sixty years, who would block and die, I am afraid Deng Tai A and Cao Changqing will let go in the future. The splendid romantic figures of the arena will die early.

For example, after going down the mountain, Hong Xixiang really gets angry, what will happen? That must be unimaginable.

Perhaps Xu Fengnian, who was determined to kill someone, was counted, so Hong Jingyan died under Tuoba Bodhisattva's eyelids.

The unnamed Liyang **** in front of me is just like that.

His five fingers shrank slightly, and the thunder in his palm instantly penetrated into the palm of his hand and disappeared, but the whole arm suddenly showed a strange sight of a dragon lingering around.

The young eunuch's breath was long and faint, and seven slender white breaths were faintly breathing in and out between the seven orifices, and the face was as white as suet jade, like seven white snakes hanging upside down.

At the same time, Xu Fengnian has not only drawn his sword out of its sheath, but also spun forward in an instant. With his feet off the ground, his sleeves swayed, he simply smashed the young **** with a hob.

The latter just raised the arm that "swallowed" a sky thunder, and clamped the cold knife with Xu Fengnian's energetic spirit with his two fingers.

Pinch Baihong with two fingers.

Between fingers, electric sparks sputtered frantically, shining brightly on the face of the young eunuch.

Xu Fengnian muttered silently between his eyebrows, like Xu Fengnian who opened his sky again, opening Shu style.

Pointing to the tip of the knife at the center of the young eunuch's eyebrows, an arm-like vigorous air suddenly burst out.

The young eunuch's head was tilted, although it was close at hand, although the power of the gangster was equivalent to shooting out within a hundred feet of a crossbow, it was still easy for him to hide.

Only the few strands of hair cut by the sharp machine at the temples drifted slowly into the rain.

While the young **** was turning his head, his free left hand was rushing to Xu Fengnian's chest like a thunder.

He once heard from those well-educated scholars in the diligence room of the palace that there was a strong wind every year in the southeast, which drove the peaks and the mountains and shook the towers.

Xu Fengnian was hit in the chest with a fist, seemingly motionless, but the purple red date mark on the center of his eyebrows shook and rippled. It turned out that this fist didn't hurt the body but the soul.

The young **** who succeeded in one punch whispered softly: "Abandon the knife."

When these two words were confided, they changed their fists into palms and knocked them on Xu Fengnian's heart.

Under a palm, Xu Fengnian's entire robe shook violently, and the jade pendant hanging around his waist suddenly collapsed and turned into dust.

Xu Fengnian still holds the cold knife in his left hand, and doesn't move.

The young **** frowned slightly, always holding the Liangdao arm with **** to move away, took two steps forward, and then slapped Xu Fengnian's forehead with this palm.

Xu Fengnian slipped out all over.

Two feet plowed a tens of feet of bluestone cracked gully on the side of the street, but the farther away from the young eunuch, from deep to shallow, and the rain behind Xu Fengnian was squeezed by the majestic air machine. The tilt suspension is clearly visible.

Xu Fengnian withdrew one step back and one step forward to stabilize his figure.

Stepping gently on the bluestone street with your feet, like giving birth to two lotus flowers on the pond.

The young **** was slightly surprised, but then relieved.

The young feudal lord still drew the cold knife of ordinary material from between his fingers.

The battle between the two in the rain tonight is a high-level battle of spirits. The presence or absence of weapons is not the key to victory or defeat. Moreover, this cold knife is not a magic weapon, and it is not a burden.

But the young prince was so obsessed with not wanting to abandon the sword, presumably because some deep-rooted idea in this person's heart was pinned on this sword.

Maybe this cold sword in the hand is of great significance, but maybe all the northern cold swords can be held in the hand.

Which one it is, it's very simple, you can recognize it by breaking the cold knife in his hand.

The young **** raised his arm and wiped it casually.

The raindrops are connected in a line, finally condensing and casting a three-foot spirit sword.

In the matter of borrowing the sword, Xu Fengnian, who once learned the essence of Li Chungang, is no stranger. On the contrary, he is the master of the world who is most familiar with this matter. If Xu Fengnian claims to be second, I am afraid that even the peach flower sword **** Deng Taia who has achieved the best in swordsmanship , I am embarrassed to claim to be the first.

But at this moment, after Xu Fengnian saw this scene, he felt like a strange picture that he had never seen before.

It may not be that the young eunuch's move is even higher. Both parties are celestial beings and there is no superiority. However, the young eunuch's handwriting is so bold and powerful, even if it is the enemy and me, he has to sincerely admire it.

If the old man in sheepskin fur borrowed the sword, whether it was borrowing a real sword from people or borrowing a sword from heaven and earth, there is a way that I, Li Chungang, will pay it back if I want to, and I won’t pay it if I don’t want to, even if you’re the gods. No matter how strong I am.

Then this young **** took another path. I don't compete with the heaven and the earth, I just make my own life between the heaven and the earth.

It's like Li Chungang is not impossible, but he is too talented and talented, so he is very lazy, but the young **** has that diligence.

The rain around Xu Fengnian seemed to stagnate for a moment, and then his body disappeared in a flash.

The young **** closed his eyes as if listening to the sound of rain.

Then he swung his sword back.

Three feet of rain disappeared after swinging the sword.

The young **** drew another sword from the rain, this time swinging to the side of his left hand.

One sword after another.

The rain continued, and the rain continued. The young eunuch's three-foot sword has been replaced sixty times.

Xu Fengnian never showed up. If it were not for the young **** who never stopped shooting swords in all directions, maybe both Mi Fengjie and Fan Xiaochai would think that the young prince had withdrawn from the side street.

The young **** had a relaxed look, and when he was out of the sword, he still had enough energy to speak: "In my mind, except for Lu Dongxuan, who symbolizes the pinnacle of the world by existence itself, let alone Gao Shulu, Li Chungang, and Wang Xianzhi, these three people were at the peak of their spirits. , They are considered invincible in the world, not that they are unparalleled in the world all the time. For example, when Li Chungang was on the banks of the Guangling River after returning from the rivers and lakes, and when Wang Xianzhi stayed in Donghai Wudi City instead of Beiliang, at that time, even I am in Tai'an City, and I am not their opponent. I am afraid that only Lu Zu can match it, and the two sides will surely fight heartily and each other will have a chance of winning."

"As for Xu Fengnian, you are still a bit worse after all. In fact, as long as you don't abandon your previous life, you can still reach that height, but you don't want to be sent under the fence and ruin your luck. Otherwise, who is the world? Can you stop Xu Fengnian from doing whatever you want? Killing the emperor Zhao Zhuan, and then Xiaoyao Jianghu is very difficult? Beiliang can't stop Beimang's millions of cavalry, what's the point of enjoying the worries of heaven and man alone with you?" /

The young prince never showed up and did not answer.

The majestic young **** didn't care, and gently waved his sleeve.

The world is silent.

The rain curtain covering the sky on the side street just stopped completely still.

On the bluestone slab, those rainwater will no longer flow down.

The invisible Xu Fengnian used to stand under an eaves at the end of the side street, like a passerby hiding from the rain.

The young **** stretched out his hand, bent his index finger, and lightly flicked a drop of rain hovering above his head.

The vision collapsed.

The rain continued to pour.

He looked at the young feudal lord who was equally serene in the distance. The cold knife in his hand was already torn apart, only to stay together with his spirit.

He asked curiously: "Why is it so unsatisfactory to be partial to the Xuanxuan cultivation base with a land immortal and 300,000 iron knights in his hand?"

Xu Fengnian retracted the knife slowly into its sheath.

Qingliangshan knows that this feudal lord will almost always wear a cold sword whenever and wherever he appears in the eyes of everyone.

Many people don't think deeply about why.

After the battle in the Longyan'er Plain, after the death of Qi Dangguo.

Xu Fengnian only picks up the knife when he sleeps.

He doesn't want to be empty-handed the next time someone needs him to help.

Perhaps in his current state, there is no difference between having a knife at his waist and not having a knife.

But Xu Fengnian still insisted.

Under the eaves, the young prince walked down the steps and finally spoke, "A person lives forever, and everything follows his heart. How is it different from the ruthless vegetation growing in the sun?"

"I don’t care for the people you care about. I don’t live so happy. It seems to be aggrieved. But in fact, isn’t it a blessing? At least someone is worthy of your contribution."

"Zhang Julu is a common people, Cao Changqing is the woman in his heart, my master Li Yishan is a Beiliang citizen, and Xu Xiao is a child..."

Xu Fengnian finally smiled and asked: "Do you have one?"

The face of the young **** who seemed to be touched by the scales changed slightly, his eyes were cold, he stomped his feet heavily, and said in a deep voice: "Out of the dragon!"

In the well, a water dragon as thick as the head of the well ran out frantically.

Go straight to Xu Fengnian.

The young official who is most familiar with the movement of the heavens and the earth knows best that Lu Zu was reincarnated at a young age, Wang Xianzhi has ascended, and Li Chungang has become a thing of the past. Now Xu Fengnian is far from returning to the peak, so he is the real world. The first person, as Xu Fengnian joked, would never be able to become his own disgusting person if he meets a juvenile child eating candied haws on the street.

His enemy is only in the sky, not in the world.

Xu Fengnian glanced down at the cold knife at his waist, took a breath, squatted down, and stretched out his palm against the street.

Close your eyes, I don't know why.

Then stood up and Xu Fengnian began to run forward.

Rain splashing~IndoMTL.com~The lotus grows step by step.

The young **** suddenly shouted angrily: "Xu Fengnian, how dare you?!"

Xu Fengnian has never moved forward.

Behind him, a rider, an iron-clad war horse, a bit, a hero of Northern Liang.

Although the soul is still dead!

You want to use Zhao Shi's luck to reduce my Beiliang luck.

Then come!

On the battlefield, the heroic spirits of the Northern Liang Dynasty who died in battle, all face north and south. For mobile users, please visit m.

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