The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 59: Sword Fairy is 100 years late
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He Xinliang Chapter 59 The Sword Fairy Is Late To A Hundred Years
The Fighting Swordsman in the Snow Author: Fenghuo Opera Princes
[Update time]2013-10-2504:24:09[Word count]2804[Book fan group 1681655]
This north-south big river is named Qingdu River, the river is noisy, and the river surface is as wide as 20 meters. According to legend, the ancient Taoist immortals once took a leaf of green reed to carry people across the river. The straight eastward travel of the young mad monk allowed people from the rivers and lakes to figure out the general path. Early on, there were a bunch of spectators waiting here. They were originally scattered and gathered together involuntarily. They were really afraid of the monk’s power as a broken bamboo, for fear of being hit by the innocent. Killing, I feel that if a group of people get together, the chance of survival is greater. Even if it is really unlucky to step on that straight line, everyone will die together. It is a good company on Huangquan Road. So fifty or sixty people gathered in groups, a mixture of fish and dragons, there were long-established gangsters, green forest heroes with hidden heads and tails, unknown pawns who were talented in the rivers and lakes, and the appearance of a middle-aged girl was a coveted young woman. Xia, a few pairs of hateful enemies, don’t bother to draw their swords and face each other at this moment, but they are all secretly guarded. Several popular female knights either smiled and went to the prestigious heroes to flatter them, or they were cold-faced by many. The rivers and lakes are eager to strike up a conversation. In the current rivers and lakes that dared to claim to be a man in the martial arts after carrying bricks and fighting in the street, thousands of miles of the Yellow River and the mud and sand, you can never expect anyone to be such a cool and unruly talent like Li Chungang and Deng Tai'a. There was one in the past few years. A young Toshihiko with a good reputation, threatened to imitate the ancients to make a feat similar to a reed crossing the river. He really did it for him. At that time, he won countless applause. In a few days, he was exposed to his peers in the rivers and lakes, saying that he was able to tread water. Floating across the river, it was a chain that hung a few feet below the surface of the river the night before. And the excitement of the arena is here. You can never guess what a feat a real genius will do, and you can never know how funny the next big joke that can be served with wine.
The young monk who had already made a terrible name suddenly paused, causing those spectators who thought that this useless monk would go straight across the river trembled. I was afraid that he would be like a pedestrian, seeing an eye-obtrusive ant nest. They stretched out their foot to crush their nest of ants, but the next scene made everyone more relieved, and there was a great surprise. I saw the monk facing the Qingdu River on the other side of the Qingdu River in an unfamiliar white robe, his vision blurred, male and female. Unexpectedly, he saw one foot across the river. It happened that the young monk recovered after taking a selfie with the water. With a little tiptoe, he swept across the river. The two of them dispersed as soon as they touched. Above the bald head, the white-clothed man floated back to the east bank, and every time he stepped on the mud, there was a muffled noise. The mad monk also stumbled back to the west bank, staggering like a drunkard and shaking his sleeves like an actor.
As soon as the mighty stepped on, the turbulent river suddenly stagnated, and it was only when the two of them settled that they resumed their rush.
The young monk with a dilapidated robes did not hesitate to cross the river for the second time, and the white clothed men crossed the river to intercept him. This time the latter stepped heavily on the monk’s chest.
The entire river under the two of them flickered. In everyone’s eyes, the white-clothed man who has finally been able to recognize his face is called a valiant Junyi, and he is naturally an immortal who is immortal. Regardless of his youth, he must have lived for a hundred years, and the useless monk is a well-deserved demon in a robe. Giant, today is destined to be one foot taller. This time, both sides withdrew their footholds behind the apex of good and evil, almost exactly the same as before, and it was difficult for others to notice the difference. The man in white has no expression on his face, no matter what is more than three precepts, the monk who used to be in the Randa Mountain is also swaggering over the river, this time the young monk who stepped on a pair of ragged sandals The palm was pushed out and pressed on the soles of the white-clothed men. This time they were fighting each other. There were layers of air clouds and ripples visible to the naked eye behind them. The figure of the monk fell, and the straw sandals slid upside down on the river surface and floated straight back to the shore. The person’s retreat speed is slightly slower, but the monk is standing on the waterfront, and the white-clothed man’s foothold will surpass the previous two times. Is it right?
The monk lowered his head and glanced at the woven straw sandals, making people start to be in a daze. The battle between the masters of life and death is often within a few minutes. Is this crazy guy who sings useless songs all day in a hurry to reincarnate? Or is it that he didn't regard that white-clothed heavenly man as a mortal enemy? Is it true that he sings, the heaven and the earth are not in his eyes? Fortunately, the man in white did not disappoint the spectators. He stepped back three times without any fatigue. This time he no longer crossed the river by one step, but jumped to the heart of the river. After the man followed the sword, the unknown monk with broken straw sandals and cassock gently raised his head, raised his arm, covered his hand with a large sleeve, and covered the knot seal of one hand. The water sword slammed into the monk ten feet away fiercely, just like Hit the stone with the pebbles, and burst into pieces, bursting into the sky, and the white-clothed man was unable to retreat, and even used the devilish seal to break the monk's sleeve handprint. Shuangyin was in a stalemate. The white-clothed man raised his foot as a whip leg. The monk smiled, letting his leg sweep his neck, his body turned upside down in the air, and when he landed, he was sitting in a stumbling motion. Unspeakable. The white-clothed man seemed to have moved the real fire, and for the first time he made a cold voice, and slapped the bald head of the monk with a palm, "Five characters take a big track!"
The monk slapped his palm again, his feet and legs were still the same, his body rotated, and he turned into the river to sit still, the water was rolling southward, and I floated and stood still. The white-clothed man returned to the young monk to sit down to the east, and raised his right hand. Jiang Shui was forcibly pulled out of a water sword. She used to face the sword against Deng Tai'a in the city of Dunhuang, facing the immovable king of the world. The head split, the water sword broke, I don’t know if it was the sacred monk of Mount Randa or the mad monk of Liu Songtao of the demon sect, and plunged into the water. The surface of the Qingdu River is already exploding and splashing water. Maybe the group of spectators who are watching the fire from across the bank are too noisy. They kill all the way to Luoyang in front of the Beimang Empress and Tuoba Bodhisattva. With a wave of his hand, the rain was like an arrow, and fifty or sixty people would be killed on the spot without exception.
A young Taoist wearing a Wudang Taoist robe ran for a long distance, and he was finally able to catch up with this murderous splashing rain. Standing between the spectators and splashing water, his hands circled, condensing all the drops of water between his hands. In the big circle, it becomes a water polo almost as high as a person, and then pushes into the rolling river.
Luoyang frowned.
The young Taoist did not speak to the man in white. Instead, he said to the crazy monk who took advantage of the time to stand up slowly: "The breeze is useful, turn the book for me. Kunlun is useful, I go to the mountain. The grass is useful, I know. Rong and withering. Meditating is useful, but peace of mind. Dajiang is useful to quench thirst. The sun and the moon are useful, according to my heart. I am here, where I go..."
seems to be nonsense, this Wudang Taoist finally gave his own opinion on the useless song of the mad monk. I never thought that after the monk stood up, his eyes were no longer muddy, clear like a fountain, his hands were behind him, and his appearance changed in the blink of an eye for more than a decade. The young monk became a middle-aged monk. His ignorance and confusion were swept away, and replaced by a majestic aura of watching the world. At this moment, Liu Songtao was the ninth leader of the Demon Cult at the peak. Standing on the river surface, he glanced at the young Taoist priest, and then turned Facing Luoyang in white, he chuckled and said, "The current arena is really eye-opening. I remember that Wei Cao, the sword fairy who was one of the most outstanding swordsmen in the world at that time, was fighting against the mountain with his sword recklessly, stabbing my abdomen with a sword, and I will pay it back. A sword from him ~IndoMTL.com~ pierced his mouth and hung the corpse on the top of the mountain. There are too many enemies involved in this way, but when I walked the rivers and lakes for the last time, I rarely encountered opponents that could barely be called evenly matched. , That kind of rivers and lakes, lifeless, now is different."
Luoyang just responded with a sneer.
Liu Songtao looked down at the cassock, lost in thought.
shook his head, Liu Songtao raised his head and smiled and said, “It’s okay if you can’t figure it out. Since you really remember who it is, you can’t do it in vain. I don’t care who you are. If you want to stop me, I don’t. We know when we will lose our sobriety. Otherwise, let’s make a bet on whether I can go to the East Three Hundred Miles. You lose, I happen to go to the Lushan Mountain. I lose, you are the demon leader after Liu Songtao."
Luoyang calmly said: "If you are Tibetan, don't say three hundred miles, you won't be able to go out for thirty miles."
A big red fish with a carp body and dragon's whiskers appeared in the distance behind her.
Liu Songtao laughed, raised his hand, and borrowed a sword from the waist of a spectator. The horizontal sword was on his chest, and he flicked his fingers. The sound was not in front of him, but from Jiuxiao, "The world only knows Liu Songtao is a demon who kills innocent people indiscriminately. He always likes to kill people with his bare hands. Only one person knows that Liu Songtao, who has a sword and who does not have a sword, is a world of difference. It is funny to say that that generation of rivers and lakes, together with Wei Cao, has produced five land gods. After I left customs, there was no one worthy of Liu Songtao’s sword."
Liu Songtao looked at the Lushan Mountain three hundred miles away, his eyes gentle and intoxicated.
"You said you wanted to see the sword fairy with your own eyes, I came. That time was six days late, this time it may be a whole hundred years late."