The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 44: 90 years of aggressive spirits

The three horse-drawn carriages were ordered to stay away from the storm, but they didn’t go far. The old spies who had the most experience in the rivers and lakes quickly stopped and got out of the carriage. The three young men stood side by side. Lu Yunchang saw Wang Sheng sweating profusely, his lips turned blue and purple, and his body could not stop shaking. Lu Yunchang was about to laugh at the kid's timidity, but he saw seven swords tied to his body, and each quietly came out. The scabbard, especially the "goose yellow" on Wang's latest back a few days before his death, was tied horizontally around his waist, and two light yellow sword auras showed through the two ends of the scabbard. Lu Yun is very knowledgeable and knows many weird stories in the city of Emperor Wu. He roughly guessed why the fairy boy wanted Wang Sheng to add swords every once in a while. He wanted this named apprentice to be immersed in sword spirit, step by step, and fight for those swords. The fetus can help the gods, and the more the better, so as to sharpen a natural vigorous sword intent, which can be said to be well-intentioned.

The old spy said in a deep voice: "Wang Sheng, try to suppress E'erhuang's sword aura with his own mind. To practice a superior sword, you must be able to control the sword and not be controlled by the sword. , The main thing is being turned into a guest by the sword."

The indifferent Wang Sheng nodded as hard as he could, but unfortunately, he couldn't help it, and the sword aura of Goose's yellow became stronger and stronger, and the brilliance lingered around Wang Sheng's waist, and the girl was like a topaz belt. The surname Liu frowned, knowing that these famous swords were drawn by the old man's Qi Ji, Wang Shengcai was first involved in kendo, and naturally he couldn't restrain it. The old spies thought that stopping here would not only be able to send weapons to the young lord in the shortest time, but also have enough distance to resist the old man's sword intent. The old spies sighed, but the kendo master was too old and hot, and Wang Sheng was too immature.

Lü Yunchang asked curiously: "Lord Liu, who is the guy who is looking at the fifty or sixty years old? It is worthy of Wang Sheng’s and me to take the shot? At that time, even Chai Qingshan was polite and dare not at all. Put on the shelf of the predecessors of the rivers and lakes."

The old spies sneered and said: "No matter what swordsmanship, Chai Qingshan can compare with the one in front of him, let alone an old sixtieth piece, he is a ninety-year-old immortal!"

Lv Yunchang was shocked: "Chai Qingshan, the first person in the southeast of the dynasty, can't be compared? There are several swordsmen in the world who can scare people so much. The old man doesn't look like the peach blossom sword **** Deng Taiah, listen. It is said that Deng Jianshen is very young, even if he didn't carry the peach blossom branches, he would probably ride a donkey and walk the rivers and lakes."

The old spies said with a heavy tone: "It's the owner of Wu's sword tomb. Regarding seniority, your master has to call the old man too grandpa."

Lv Yunchang is most annoying to those who practice swords in the martial arts. After a few decades of practice, they will not have a great future. There is no such thing as the spirit of picking up a knife and dropping someone away. It is easy to play a knife, but the Wu family sword mound is for the rivers and lakes. , The place was covered by clouds and fog, the young man only heard that there were a large group of half-dead withered swordsmen sitting there.

While speaking, the old spy had been looking at Wang Sheng, and saw that her Taoism was still too shallow, not only failed to suppress the vigorous sword of Goose Huang, except for silverfish, dogwood, wild crane and four swords, it was quiet. Two new negative swords, Xiao Yun and Juvenile You, both showed signs of complete unsheathed turbulence. The old spies felt a little regretful. The child's first sharpening of the sword by coincidence failed to meet the difficulties. The above is particularly detrimental to future practice. The old spy waited for a while, and he didn't want the dispute between Wang Shengren and the sword to collapse thousands of miles, and he planned to retreat loudly. At this moment, Wang Sheng seemed to be very annoyed. He lowered his head and stared at the most restless goose yellow, and reprimanded: "Obey!"

Lü Yun rolled his eyes, and the old spies couldn’t laugh or cry, but the two were soon surprised to find that the famous sword had really calmed down, the sword aura was reduced by seven or eight points, and the remaining points were shaken up. Circling around Wang Sheng's ten fingers endlessly, the young girl is like a yellow flower twisting at the fingertips.

Lu Yun's mouth twitched, and said helplessly: "This is also OK?"

Although the old spy’s face is calm and his heart is horrified, there will be a handful of geniuses born in every generation of rivers and lakes, and among these rare and rare, the two religions of Buddhism and Taoism are the most mysterious. It is said that Qi Xuanjia has "words". Xuantong, who used his own power to fight against the six demon of Lushan on the Demon Slayer, three of them died under the truth of Qi Dazheng, and the white-clothed monks of the two temples are said to be secretive." "Mantra" can determine life and death. As for the people in Kendo, many aura swords can give birth to the meaning of being close, which is the birth of a natural sword. While the old spy was relieved, he was inevitably a little bit self-deprecating. When he was young, he was regarded by many predecessors as exceptionally talented, but he had never been taught by real masters, so that he was interested in instructing, learning to refute and not perfect, and ultimately unable to compete. Go further on the martial arts. Regardless of the qualifications, the presence or absence of a leader often determines the level of achievement.

The old spy hesitated and said, "Wang Sheng, follow me ten steps."

Wang Sheng gave a hum, and Lv Yun said in a hurry, "Master Liu, what about me?"

The old spy said in a bad mood: "Stay where you are and stare at the carriage."

Lü Yun sighed heavily, turned his head and glanced at the five-foot long frost knife on his shoulder, "It's just our brothers who depend on each other for life."

In front of the post road, after Wu's Patriarch took a step, there was no movement, but it was even more unexpected. The old man didn't seem to be facing life's mortal enemy, but started to talk, and there was a lot of emotion in his words.

"My ancestors once said that when I was born, there was a vision in the sky. Nine flood dragons were flying in the sky and raining, and nine famous swords were carried away by eight dragons above the sword mountain. Above. On the first day of my sword practice, the ancestor who taught the swordsmanship personally told me that after pulling out the prisoner's ox sword, he would go out of the mound once every ten years and look for a sword."

"When I was ten years old, I climbed the sword mountain to search for the sword and was able to pull out the prisoner bull. I went to the deep mountains of Liaodong at the age of 20 and found Chi Kiss from the bottom of a pond. I found the mocking wind in the wilderness of the Northern Han Dynasty at the age of 30. At the age of ten, he traveled to the Manjusri Bodhisattva's performance and teaching place in Western Chu and met Suan on the Buddha seat. At the age of fifty, he went to Shu to find a picture of pepper. At the age of sixty, he went to southern Xinjiang to seek revenge. At the age of 70, he found a scorpion under the stone slab at the head of the ancient bridge in Tai'an City. At the age of 80, he went to visit friends in the old Dongyue country and met Pu Lao in the ancient bell. At the age of 90, he entered Tai'an City and saw the scorpion. , After making up the Nine Swords, life should have been consummated."

Speaking of this, the old man smiled, "In this life, he is not only looking for swords but also for swords, and he never asks why he practiced swords. As long as he gets a sword every ten years, he will figure out how to give up his sword. For ten years, I really missed many people and many sceneries."

Xu Fengnian raised his head and looked towards the sky.

In the field of vision, the sea of ​​golden clouds and the sunlight are sprinkling down like feathers, which is gorgeous and moving.

Then the sea of ​​clouds is like a piece of satin that is pierced by an awl, piercing a slightly inclined hole.

Xu Fengnian didn't move at all, but there were already a dozen famous swords in a carriage facing the breach in the sea of ​​clouds.

A loud noise exploded in the sky, like a bell banging, piercing the eardrum.

It is faintly visible that the dozens of famous swords that have been raised from the ground are all broken and falling down.

Wind and energetic flew from the bamboo sea in West Sichuan again, took Xu Fengnian as the center, made a big circle, titled the end, painted the ground as a prison, and trapped Xu Fengnian.

Another sword qi swept from the Northern Han Dynasty, turning into ten pieces in one qi, and the halves were swords, and the ten swords returned to one qi. Fairies take the lead and show the way.

There is a majestic spirit coming from the northeast, the changhong goes through the sky, with Liaodong as the starting point of the sword, and Hezhou as the foothold of the sword, marking a huge half arc of shocking world, enveloping a mist of water. , To dislike Huoxiang.

Even from the far southeast, the sword spirit is full of ancient meaning.

Successfully one after another, a total of nine sword auras, each with its own merits.

The old tomb owner of the Wu family spent ninety years searching for the Nine Swords, instead of using the ancient sword itself to confront the enemy, he only took the divine intent for his own use.

The old man did choose a good time to show up. When he rushed to Hezhou, Jian Qi had already risen one after another.

If there is a fairy who can sit on the nine heavens and overlook the world, you can see the nine sword qi from all directions above the earth, returning to the same destination by different routes, returning to the position where Xu Fengnian stood.

Xu Fengnian always stood in place, but apart from the red sandalwood sword hidden sword and the tied seven swords that Wang Sheng carried on his back, all the famous swords on the three carriages had already flown away from the carriage to defend against the enemy.

A hundred meters away behind Xu Fengnian, a large section of the post road was torn apart by the thunder.

Xu Fengnian's two places with different heights, one is seven feet apart, and the other six feet apart, and there are more than twenty famous soldiers' swords that failed to enter the territory of Beiliang, they were broken and destroyed.

Moreover, when the air fell in one fell swoop, a ball of powder was scattered, only on the top of Xu Fengnian's head.

A sword qi is closer to Xu Fengnian than a sword qi.

Aggressive.

The most murderous Jai Xuan sword intent came across, and the twelve ancient swords headed by Gucheng Sword burned with jade, but the mottled and messy sword energy had already surged two feet in front of Xu Fengnian's body.

But the sword aura that followed is the most powerful, like the fierce beast that swallows all things without squirting.

Xu Fengnian stretched out his hand and evoked a sword, and the two swords died together, but Xu Fengnian also withdrew by one zhang, but the sword energy deceived himself and went in by two zhang.

At this time, the old man still had two sword auras that he didn't make. One was the Jiaotu sword aura that wandered in a circle at the end of the tail, and the other was a prisoner's aura that had never been present.

The old man has obviously been close to Xu Fengnian.

Xu Fengnian has almost no swords to use. There are three carriages hidden swords, only one remains of the sword fairy Chen Qingming's remains silent, and an ancient sword of unknown origin, with the word plucked on the body of the sword.

Zibuyu hovered behind Xu Fengnian, holding the plucked string sword in his hand, holding the hilt in one hand, pressing the tip of the sword with **** in one hand, and pressing the blade into an arc.

Xu Fengnian removed the gesture of holding the sword and flicking the sword at the same time, and said silently: "Go."

The plucked string sword kept spinning, passing by in a flash, and Zibuyu also flew behind him.

At the same time, the old man who had only stepped out of a big battle finally started to move forward.

Seems to be patiently waiting for this moment.

People reach swords.

This is the tenth sword of the old man.

If the Nine Swords are a gift from God, the old man has lived for nearly a hundred years, and he has also practiced a sword himself.

The old man broke Xu Fengnian's close distance in an instant.

The flying swords with sleeves at the bottom of the nine-handed pressure box were all bounced off by the old mound master's majestic sword spirit.

Two fingers clicked on Xu Fengnian's eyebrows.

But Xu Fengnian's fist was also against the old man's heart.

The old man whispered: "Very good."

Xu Fengnian slowly retracted his fist, somewhat puzzled.

The old man said gratified: "At this time, your child can still exchange his life for his life, it is too grandpa who has lost."

Xu Fengnian was at a loss when he heard the extremely unfamiliar name.

The old man touched Xu Fengnian’s head and looked kindly, and said, “My grandfather doesn’t worry about other people standing in this place, so he has to come by himself and act as an **** for you. Knowing that you, a child, won’t recognize me. This elder, Jian Zhong is really sorry for the Su girl, but there are no rules and there is no way around. Every family has difficult to read scriptures. You too grandpa can’t help it. You could only be the wicked person at the beginning."

Xu Fengnian's lips trembled, but he still didn't pronounce those three words.

The old man didn’t care about it~ IndoMTL.com~ retracted his hand, took a few steps back, looked at the great grandson carefully, and smiled, “There are family rules, and grandpa doesn’t do this, so there’s no reason to give you a copy. I owe it for several years."

The old man continued: "The Wu family used to break ten thousand knights with nine swords. Grandpa practiced the sword by himself. He couldn't be a master. Now let alone nine swords, even nineteen swords and twenty-nine can't break Beimang's ten thousand cavalry. "

"Xu Xiao, grandson-in-law, your grandfather has never liked him. Who made him slack in martial arts, and now I still feel that this **** is not worthy of a vegetarian girl."

It seems that the old people are talking to themselves, but Xu Fengnian, the great grandson in name, has been silent.

The old man smiled and said: "My grandpa is very happy to see you."

The old man probably finally saw enough of this great grandson with great promise and great appetite. When he passed by the younger generation, he patted the child on the shoulder, "Don't carry everything alone."

The old man walked away with his back to the stubborn young man who never called himself too grandpa.

"One day in the future, more than a hundred people will leave the Wujiajian Tomb and ride into Beiliang with their swords on their horses."