The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 375: Tianmen cave opening
The dust is everywhere.
The head of the real martial arts image was blown up, and the headless body remained leaning forward.
The clay statue of the saint is still alive, except for traces of cracks.
Zhang Family Saint deliberately touched his head and his tone was always loud, but it was exactly as he said that people in the world are enemies with him, even if it is Xu Fengnian, it can only be the worm shaking the big tree!
The old scholar squinted his eyes and said: "I said earlier, with your own aura, you can meet me tonight, not enough to look at it. Even if you hide, hide, and refuse to use the entire Northern Liang's air fortune, Why don’t you even want to get together in the Xu family? Xu Weixiong or Xu Longxiang are not ordinary people. They are barely people with luck. It’s okay for you to connect with them. You have to support the situation alone, why bother Come on? People are dying, and still care about the details? Don't you Xu Fengnian always joke that you never make a loss business?"
Xu Fengnian ignored this and remained silent.
From childhood to adulthood, as the eldest son of the Xu family, he was the only one who gave the eldest sister, the second sister and Huang Man'er all kinds of kits and crafts, and he never asked them for anything, never even thought about it. Just like when I got the pair of young tiger Kui, I didn't hesitate to give it to my second sister and Huang Man'er.
When Bei Mang got the new sword Chunqiu from the swordsmith surnamed Qi, it was the first time he thought of his brother, thinking that he could finally change the wooden sword. I snatched the river **** from Jiang Fuding, and in my heart I thought of borrowing embroidered Dongchunlei from Bai Huer's face, and finally I could pay back the favor.
Xu Fengnian has always believed that since he has gained too much, he should not complain, but should be generous.
The old scholar stared into Xu Fengnian’s eyes and sneered: “A leaf falls and you know the autumn, the first lord of the dignified Liyang, holding 300,000 fine horses in his hand, he is such an indecisive fool, ridiculous. Extremely!"
Xu Fengnian slowly said: "Wait until you win and then talk, it's still early."
The sage of the Zhang family laughed and said: "When I win you, it is when you die. Then who will I express my conscience with? Do you want me to talk to a dead person?"
Xu Fengnian's eyes are firm and his face is indifferent, "My master Li Yishan, the king of Shangyin Xue Gong offered wine, and Liyang Zhang Julu, asked me to help him carry a piece of Jizhou Weijingtang, which has a lot of soil in my mind. In China, they are the scholars. Fortunately, you, the Confucian Saint Zhang, have not dared to show up for hundreds of years, otherwise you will really make people laugh."
Sage of the Zhang family didn't care, he smiled and said: "It's too early to say this."
Xu Fengnian held his breath, and since the true martial arts dissipated, it became more and more difficult to capture this old Confucian spirit.
The old man raised his arm, hung it in the air and wiped it, and suddenly there was a three-foot green qi.
The old man seemed to be in remembrance, and he sighed: "Probably later generations only know my knowledge, but they don't know the negative study, the Confucian shirt and the sword, but it started with me."
When Zhang Jiasheng's popularity became a sword, Xu Fengnian shot his sword instantly, silently.
The old man stood on the spot, turned his sword arm behind him, and with a simple move, he stood up in a sword style, blocking the talisman behind his head that was trying to cut off his head with a single stroke.
After that, no matter from which angle the magical rune sword appeared, this Zhang family saint was just holding the sword in an ordinary style, and he was already defensively.
The two sides have a long spirit, and they even lasted as long as a stick of incense.
Xu Fengnian finally stood still twenty steps away in front of the Zhang Family Saint.
The old man is still calm, his three-foot sword gun is as strong as ever.
The mud statue of the saint who was invited into the mortal world behind him has not disappeared, always quietly looking into the distance at the foot of the mountain.
The old man looked around in a leisurely manner, and said with a dumb smile: "Ghost drawing talisman! With the remnant of the true dragon of Beimang in the talisman, sitting in the center as the talisman, it's still so-so, but it uses the **** of Longhushan. Xiao Lei Fa, is it a bit far-fetched, what kind of thunder pond is this to manifest in the world? How can you summon gods and ghosts, how can you suppress demons and demons?"
The old man is surrounded by heights, and there are twenty-one pocket flying swords hovering.
The twelve flying swords are from Deng Tai'a. The Xuanjia childhood sweethearts show off the spring peach blossoms, and the crested scuttle, phoenix, mayfly, witch hazel.
The nine-handed flying sword was later made by Xu Fengnian, according to various life styles, and begged the Qingliangshan Mojia Jiezi. They are the exquisite beards of the old maggots of Fengdu, and the juvenile wild foxes, sheep, fats, and ants.
On each of the stationary flying swords, a yellow talisman with golden light appeared.
The sage of the Zhang family gave a sigh and asked curiously: "Why is the word Fudan missing? The Taoist schools in the world are divided and integrated, but in the final analysis, Fudan is nothing more than the ten digits in the Gang character. The talisman has no words, you worked so hard to create this talisman, where does the aura come from?"
Xu Fengnian gripped the handle of the knife and sighed softly.
This was supposed to be a thunder pond he used to suppress the tranquility of Tianren Tantai.
As for what this symbol is, it's actually obvious.
Since Xu Fengnian is in Beiliang.
This character is naturally a cool character!
Between the twenty-one sword and the sword, the spirits are connected.
Twenty-one talisman and talisman are connected by thunder and lightning.
The old man shook his head and said, "Reading to the fullest, the rise and fall of the ages will be flipped through, Little Thunder Pond, what is it?"
The Zhang family saint stood on the spot, holding a sword in one hand and dipping in saliva with the other hand, making a book-turning action.
Pages are turned over.
Every page is turned, and a flying sword falls to the ground.
When the last flying sword faltered, Xu Fengnian held the sword in both hands for the first time, and started running straight forward.
Sage of the Zhang Family waved his sleeves to dissipate three feet of qi, stepped forward, and said with a sneer: "I'm really afraid of you, the technique of sealing the mountains?!"
In an instant, the old man held the tip of the knife with five fingers in his left hand. Just as the ancestor of the Confucian sage was about to slap his right hand, he stopped and frowned.
A ray of rainbow light suddenly pierced the sky from the Xixiangchi, and then fell behind the old man, or in front of the mud statue of the saint, at a faster speed.
The name of the sword is full of snow.
When the sword fell, there was no snow falling.
But it brought two brilliant beams of light falling from the sky.
It's like opening a heavenly gate!
Sage of the Zhang Family said helplessly: "Your kid is really annoying."
The old man was probably trying to consolidate his energy to deal with the glorious heavenly gate. He just loosened the finger that held the tip of the knife, then pushed the young king away casually, and turned around.
The mud statue of the saint, as if being pulled by someone, slowly slides into the sky~IndoMTL.com~ The majestic figure gradually disappears.
The old man raised his foot one after another and stepped on the ground one after another.
Let’s take root!
Behind the old man, like a strong wind blowing, his sleeves were hunting, and he fell to the sky gate on one side.
Xu Fengnian turned his head and looked towards the east, and said in a deep voice, "The sword is coming!"
Still thousands of miles away, the peach flower sword **** who flew with the sword laughed and replied: "A Wu family sword mound with two hundred thousand swords is enough?!"
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