The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 89: The rot is a firefly

　　He Xinliang Chapter 89 Rotten Grass is Firefly

　　

　　The Fighting Swordsman in the Snow Author: Fenghuo Opera Princes

　　

　　[Update time]2013-11-2723:09:37[Words]2260

　　

　　 The breeze blew, Wang Xianzhi retreated thousands of meters above the straight line, the dust was scattered, some of the higher mounds and slopes were directly broken by the back of the old man. Fortunately, the two sides were in the wilderness, no outsiders saw this shocking world. One scene. Wang Xianzhi shook his ankles, and simply kicked off the dilapidated pair of hemp shoes. His sleeves were ripped apart and torn away by him, revealing his thick bronze-colored arms. The muscles were as solid as rocks, containing the power to open a mountain and crack a city. Wudi City was built along the water to view the sea. Every summer and autumn meet, there will be white waves surging into the sky, and the tide will drag thousands of miles and beat the east wall. Thirty years ago, whenever a tornado was on the sea, Wang Xianzhi would stand proudly on the top of the eastern city wall and beat the tide with his arms. Over the past 30 years, two people have been replaced to "fight the tide" for him, and the momentum is not as good as that of Wang Xianzhi. vast. Wufu has always been despised by the people of the three religions. It is regarded as an inferior method that is unnatural. It is Wang Xianzhi who has turned the tide on her own and turned the world's views, especially the Tuoba Bodhisattva and Xuanyuan Dapan people have succeeded in success. , So that the forerunner of this martial art, Wang Xianzhi, is always in the sky, and never falls to the west.

　　

　　 Wang Xianzhi has a calm expression, looking at the distance below his feet, the air is flowing and swelling, and his body is like a wild ocean. In terms of internal strength, Cao Changqing is even better than Deng Tai'a, the third in the world, in terms of internal strength. In terms of combat power alone, the sword **** in Qingshan before Jiazi is roughly the same as the old sheepskin fur of Guanglingjiang, but Wang Xianzhi is much higher than himself before Jiazi. This is why the battle in the East China Sea, even if facing When Li Chungang returned to the pinnacle of kendo, Old Monster Wang only used nine points. It has been recognized by the rivers and lakes for five hundred years that six or seven people have emerged as the world’s number one. In the last hundred years, it is finally determined that Wang Xianzhi will be the leader, and this old man who claims to be the second in the world is undoubtedly more vigorous than Liu Songtao, the demon of the Lushan Mountain demon a hundred years ago. Invincible. Back then, Qi Xuanjian, who had Jiazi's aging but as a young man, stood on the Demon Slayer to watch the world, guarding the gates of the heavens, and there was no magical sprite that could do things in the world. With the old and strong Wang Xianzhi as the world of Dinghai Shenzhen, there is no martial artist to get ahead, so why talk about a young tree showcasing in the martial arts?

　　

　　 Eighty years have passed, and the four great masters at the time have become the ten martial arts critics held every ten years. The masters have changed from one crop to another. No one knows what this old monster is thinking.

　　

　　Wang Xianzhi's mouth evoked a hearty smile, and it finally came.

　　

　　 Over a hundred-year-old man with his knees bent slightly, his left hand spread out and slowly stretched forward, his right shoulder slanted low, and his right hand clenched into a fist. The uninvited guest gave a gift with two punches, giving him a full 1,000 feet to Wang Xianzhi, and Wang Xianzhi has absolutely no reason not to return the gift.

　　

　　The unremarkable starting style of the old man in coarse hemp clothes, there is neither the artistic conception of wind and cirrus clouds echoing with it, nor is there any majestic atmosphere of flying sand and rolling rocks around the world. Wang Xianzhi retracted his gaze and exhaled gently, his eardrum vibrated violently. After two punches, the man who passed through the Tianmen did not take the momentum to pursue it. He just paused slightly at seven hundred meters away. After Wang Xianzhi stood firm, he started the third attack, one step at a time, but he did not step on the ground. , But walking in the air, like a string of stones hitting a series of water drifts, several feet off the ground, forming a circle of airflow ripples, every time you step on the ground, it is like Hong Zhong Dalu knocking on Wang Xianzhi's heart, making Wang Xianzhi not only his eardrums vibrate. The amplitude became larger and larger, and even the temples on both sides began to dent and protrude. Wang Xianzhi still showed no sign of punching. After the man made the last leap, stepped over a hundred feet, and stepped heavily on the ground, he gained his momentum to the extreme. With a punch, Wang Xianzhi's eardrums and temples suddenly stood still. out!

　　

　　 Two punches collided.

　　

　　 There was a loud bang.

　　

　　 Between the two fists, there is a "lake surface" spread out by the majestic air machine. This thin lake surface is fierce and distorted, and the sound of the sky is spreading across the wilderness, and a few winter sparrows hover in the low altitude, inadvertently When he hit this wall of air, he was immediately torn and shattered beyond recognition.

　　

　　 The invisible skin on Wang Xianzhi's face is like a lake wrinkling, with layers of subtle undulations, and then slowly returning to calm.

　　

　　 The two punched arms invariably swung back together, and then changed hands at the same time, almost another winter thunder tremor resounding through the plains.

　　

　　Wang Xianzhi smiled slightly, and gently shrank his hands.

　　

　　 The man shook his arm, and didn't bother too much.

　　

　　 Neither of them moved, but the distance between the two was getting farther and farther.

　　

　　 The earth tore a gully whose width and length are gradually increasing.

　　

　　Wang Xianzhi asked slowly: "Should I call you the son of Beiliang or Emperor Zhenwu?"

　　

　　 There was a young man with shining golden eyes and smiled: "Xu Fengnian will do."

　　

　　Wang Xianzhi looked at the young man’s weird eyes that were gradually dimming, and his whole body was like a rainbow hanging out behind him. The old man said with some regret: “It turns out that it’s just a scene of incense. I don’t know who the rules are. Set, boring."

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian sarcastically said: "If you want to be interesting, why don't you go to the sky to find a fairy."

　　

　　 Wang Xianzhi smiled and said: "The rot grass is a firefly, even if there is a heavenly fairy who ascends to proving the Tao, it may not be a good thing."

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian asked: "Do you want to lose a fight in the world so that you can cross the gate of heaven willingly?"

　　

　　Wang Xianzhi shook his head and said loudly: "To be born as a man, and to die as a ghost is the most real truth. As for immortals and not immortals, they are nothing more than thieves who are greedy for life and fear of death in the eyes of the old man. Hou, the life-thief is immortal, so the old man is only willing to believe half of the ghosts and gods."

　　

　　Xu Fengnian waved his hand and said: "If you don't say that there are none, it is easy for you to kill me now, what do you say?"

　　

　　Wang Xianzhi asked with a smile: "Do you still have a chance to restore the state of talent?"

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian said helplessly: "Difficult."

　　

　　Wang Xianzhi nodded and said: "As long as there is, I will wait for you in the East China Sea next time."

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian turned around when he saw the old man, and asked: "Did you fight Sui Xiegu?"

　　

　　Wang Xianzhi still turned around and left~IndoMTL.com~ Xu Fengnian swallowed blood and staggered back.

　　

At the place where 　　 opened the gate with the sword, Jiang Ni pulled out the big cool dragonfinch, with a hesitant expression.

　　

　　 Not far from her, Luoyang in white squatted on the ground, grabbed a handful of dirt, and looked into the distance.

　　

　　 Jiang Ni raised his hand, brought the red sandalwood sword box, put the big cool dragonfinch on his back.

　　

　　 Luoyang stood up and patted his hands, turned around and looked at the woman who really turned her head to the country 800 years ago, and sneered: "It's still a man born with a pity for me. But now, compared to the past, I am more interested. There are more lungs."

　　

　　 Jiang Ni was confused by what she said, but was born with a dislike for the woman in white, and immediately stared, "I want you to control?!"

　　

　　 Luoyang inexplicably raised his hand, made a gesture of toasting and drinking at her, laughed, and then asked: "Are you thirsty?"

　　

　　 Jiang Ni didn't want to be familiar with this crazy woman. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the approaching figure, bit his lip, and turned around resolutely.

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian stopped and closed his eyes.

　　

　　 That year, the endless golden wheat ears were selected as tribute to the woman who was sent to the palace as a single fox. She timidly walked on the small road behind him and Queen Da Qin, and had not drunk the glass of bad wine.

　　

　　 Xu Fengnian opened his eyes, rubbed his cheeks, and moved on, walking to Luoyang.

　　

　　, who was mistaken by Xu Fengnian for Master Liu Hao who would escape all the way back to Tai'an City, his head had been cut off by a hand knife, and he was kicked and rolled forward by the little girl.