Chapter 020 – Dying Sword
Seemingly frivolous punch, the woman in purple embedded in the wall of the gorge, Wang Xianzhi only looked at, did not chase, but leaped back to the ferry, the deck is still water stains, do not have to send word of the old gods, the ferry continues to move forward. No one on board dared to approach, whispering, now purple clothes are popular north and south of the Yangtze River, some of the posture of the young heroines in the jianghu are preferred to wear purple clothes and purple dresses, the boat mixed with the jianghu, for a time also do not dare to determine that the stopping of the river purple clothes is the current martial arts alliance, if the woman is a big snow ping building owner Xuanyuan Qingfeng, then standing in the bow of the boat this can beat her into the water dog of the old man, who else can it be? The ferry under Wang Xianzhi’s feet slowly moved forward, before crossing the gorge, closer and closer to the brand-new grave, the boat Jianghu people and the common people are on the edge of their seats.
Wang Xianzhi always do not look askance, the cliffs of the gorge, came from a broken stone fell into the river of the subtle sound, that a loose purple dress like winter after the vine living things, spring breeze blowing again, and like water overflow, “seepage” out of the stone pits, strands of purple climbed in the stone wall, look at all the people on the ferry to see the liver to crack, the woman is really the Guangling River in the incarnation of the evil scaly dragon that can not be killed? Is that woman really the incarnation of the unkillable evil auger in the Guangling River? Wrapped in a cloud of purple woman slowly floated out of the mound, stretched out a palm, pressed on the mouth, but scarlet blood is still seeping out from between the fingers. Among the four hundred years ago by the high tree Lu named Tianxiang realm, the flow of qi, meteorological birth and death, are extremely rapid, if the finger Xuan is only “see” heaven and earth and all things of the transport “turn rules”, and then wait for the opportunity to knock finger a question, or pinch off or help to grow, then Tianxiang is the The first thing you need to do is to find a way to get to a whole vein in order to go with the flow, so that you can borrow the law of heaven and earth, but Gao Shulu said that the heavenly image is the gatekeeper of the courtyard on earth, and more understanding of the reasoning of the dog to see the master, the ordinary heavenly image realm masters, killing and saving will inevitably dip into the qi, Han Sheng Xuan lifetime deliberately stagnant in the finger Xuan, is that the cat to kill the first grade of the experts in the jianghu lake can be more unscrupulous. Xuanyuan Qingfeng to bull drop old ancestor Xuanyuan Dapan original technique, crazy to draw other people’s cultivation and qi to fill their own strength, Hui Mountain’s first set of patriarchal masters almost all unexplained violent deaths, she will be stealthy every month down the mountain a trip to look for fresh food, this is no longer what the rabbit does not refuse to the grass around the nest, but the nest side of the grass can not be eaten by helplessness, Xuanyuan Qingfeng is like a female bravery, in the way of this side door to the left side of the road The more you walk, the farther you go.
Her graceful and delicate figure floated out of the crumbling mountain wall, the unrestrained fluttering of the big-sleeved purple clothes did not diminish her style, but added to the mysterious color of her martial arts alliance. Wang Xianzhi that punch, smashed the “first breath”, the ferry forward this time, and gave her “regeneration of a gas” opportunity, in fact, at the bottom of the Guangling River for a sleeve of the Qinglong chase, Xuanyuan Qingfeng has been a strong lift a gas, then she has two ways to go, break the sleeve of the Gang qi, to avoid its sharpness, honestly hide at the bottom of the river, but she is still letting their own Gang qi traction iron rope out of the river, almost hard to resist the Wang Xianzhi punch, see her at this time shaking away from the mound of the posture, is to fight again? As expected, while the ferry has not yet traveled into the mountain gorge, Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked to the side of Wang Xianzhi and stretched out a hand forward.
The figure of Wang Xianzhi standing proudly on the bow of the boat flashed away, and the ferry under his feet was like an arrow that had left the strings, violently splitting the surface of the river, speedily crashing into the mountain gorge, and the ferry passengers who were falling down and swaying were obviously not having the chance to see the peak of the martial arts battle of Liyang afterwards. Xuanyuan Qingfeng pressed down with both hands, his figure floated upwards against the cliff for more than ten feet, Wang Xianzhi followed him like a shadow, his toes first stepped on the outer edge of the hole, and then as if he was walking on a flat surface, he chased after that smear of purple color and “walked” up the mountain wall. Xuanyuan Qingfeng hands a pull, hidden in the foot of the crag countless black iron rope clattering climbed the rocks, clusters rise, twisted and entangled together, crazy chase stout old man’s back. Wang Xianzhi sliding feet on the mountain wall behind a large black iron snake ignored, Xuanyuan Qingfeng arms back a knock, five fingers drilled into the stone wall, such as a purple gecko nail attached to the wall, that a purple coat hit the mountain, suddenly spread, and then a moment to cover the master’s body, wrapped into an impermeable cocoon, spit a thousand, to iron rope to force Wang Xianzhi qi iterative, and then to silk to pursue Wang Xianzhi! The unique trajectory of the flow of qi, the bright red silk and the black iron rope swiftly intertwined, trying their best to crush Wang Xianzhi who was deeply trapped in it.
This was a trap that covered the sky, but Wang Xianzhi was walking leisurely in it, as he moved forward, the silk and iron chains pushed along with him, and the rocks constantly exploded and rolled down into the river, stirring up layers of waves. Wang Xianzhi has no unusual expert qi exposed signs of bulging, but has made countless entangled silk iron rope can not get close, the old man in the opposite direction, convergence of most of the qi, let the spider web dead clutch his body that is said to be as good as the Buddhist vajra invincible, only to reveal a head. A product of four realms, Wang Xianzhi across the speed are not the fastest, to this day, even if he is the Wudi City Lord is to do the world’s first for one a, but also did not take the top in the first three realms, Vajra realm has white monk Li Dangxin, finger Xuan has Deng Tai’a, even if there is no Peach Blossom Sword God, there is still Han Sheng Xuan, heavenly image of the Cao Changqing, but back then the four great masters of the jianghu, Li Chungang is almost three in a row, in addition to the vajra Realm lost to the Dragon Tree monks, finger Xuan Tianxiang are all contemporary leader. But this does not prevent Wang Xianzhi laughed to the end, become the only one in the entire five hundred years at the top of the martial arts. So when Wang Xianzhi deliberately astringent qi, let Xuanyuan Qingfeng have his way, the purple-clothed mountain master immediately gave up the idea of strangling this old monster, decisively broke the cocoon and continued to levitate upwards, at the same time, the silkworm silk iron rope exploded, purple and black bi-colored powder scattered in all directions, a whole cliff in the fog under the huge impact, began to shake violently.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s purple clothes no longer purple so rich, that piece of handmade than the royal weaving bureau in the best weaver’s work is more “seamless” robe, the color has lightened four or five points.
Wang Xianzhi is still walking along the mountain wall upwards, not fast and not slow, just than Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s ascending speed to be slightly faster than a point, Wang Xianzhi even have time to chat with the leisure of elegance, tone of voice, “the world’s martial arts, Lu Zu shoulders the heavenly way, old man from the bottom of his heart, Li Chungang after the sword, the talent withering, Deng Tai’a go art one word, can also enter the eyes of the old man, the road, one of the burden, previously fell to Cao Cao’s sword, the sword, the sword, and the sword, and the sword. One of the burdens that used to fall on Cao Changqing’s shoulders has never been able to break away from the ancients over the years.”
“Xuanyuan Qingfeng, you this art not art Tao not Tao a cultivation, but is a mirage, no need to giant waves, just a gale blowing on the swings and disappear, meet the martial arts evaluation outside of the mortal, but also can scare a few times. The old man originally read that you are a woman, martial arts cultivation is not easy ……”
Purple clothes violently stopped backward form, said sternly: “Woman? Women and how?!”
Xuanyuan Qingfeng also feet on the cliff, she and Wang Xianzhi as stepping on the same side of the standing mirror, face to face.
Her fists smashed down, a hand behind the Wang Xianzhi let smashed in the shoulder, gently a fist “point” in the woman’s brow, Wang Xianzhi motionless, Xuanyuan Qingfeng did not have too much turbulence, only the head thrown backward a slight amplitude, the biggest movement is the two feet of the mountain wall, torn out of a more and more obvious cracks, with Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s The head shook, her double sleeves were also twisted, revealing two cuts of pink tender lotus root-like wrists, but this white and red, not the kind of seductive woman’s natural beauty, but a sickly light, the blood under the snow-white skin in a form visible to the naked eye flowed and surged, boneless people! Some gain, there must be some give up, Hui Mountain mountain master this handle “green blade”, is too much sword to go sideways, in order to draw those foreign cultivation internal force, as well as to withstand those who died in her hands of the masters of the qi counter-attack, she spared no effort to melt their own bodies into a living melting pot, melting others and melting their own.
Wang Xianzhi naturally recognized the root of this crazy woman long ago, and did not have half a bit of pity, seeing that she did not know how to die, that the forehead of a fist suddenly force, will be laughing at this martial arts alliance master knocked back more than ten feet, he is a step to swept to the opposite side of the Xuanyuan Qingfeng, wringing her relative to the men can be described as slender neck, always one hand behind the back of the Wang Xianzhi grabbed the body, the body of a spin, a little build up the momentum, loosened the five fingers, on the violet clothed woman thrown to the Beyond the top of the gorge wall of more than ten feet in the air, Wang Xianzhi continued to step upward, negative behind the hand grasp up as a fist, a column of water will be hard to draw water from the river and rushed to the sky, if the future generations mention, probably will be called a handle of the Guangling sword, the scabbard is the Guangling River, the body of the sword is the river water. Wang Xianzhi’s sleeve of the blue dragon, and no fixed number, at this time the old man is going to use the water sword that leaps over the head, will be that stubborn woman body penetration, nailed to death in the air, this kind of manifestation of the fresh death in full view of the public, but also to stand up to the identity of her nowadays, to stand up to her dare to stop the river to die of the courage of the battle.
The water sword to trend amazing, along the cliffs swiftly upward, indeed hit the body Qi Qi collapse half of the woman in purple, but this thick as the mouth of the well of the water sword did not penetrate Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s body, but by a group of ivory jade white fuzzy fog cover, the fog diffuse fan-shaped, water sword such as sharp needles piercing the copper mirror mirror, the fog gradually disappeared, but upward walking Wang Xianzhi did not have the patience to raise a hand, the water column in an instant by the size of the well. The size of the wellhead expanded to the size of the Jiangnan water town portal patio, this is not a needle piercing the mirror, but a sledgehammer smashing the mirror of the vulgar scene. This is not all, several water columns of the same size by the Wang Xianzhi handy qi traction, radical out of the water, to the sky to kill, each out of the water dragon, and all contain Wang Xianzhi’s abundant qi, to the cliff as a line, the water columns out of a half-arc, just right to crash in the fog on top of that mass.
Wang Xianzhi walked to the top of the cliff, tilted his head and laughed coldly, no wonder this woman can be treacherous, is someone gifted or lent her a piece of national fortune.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s life was hanging by a thread, but he did not wait for death, with great difficulty he got up and stood on top of the mirror, his hands were in the shape of holding a sword, the tip of the sword was facing downwards, pointing straight at Wang Xianzhi’s head on the collar!
The Jade Seal’s luck that had been transferred to her began to rotate, pulling away from the mirror and condensing on her “hands” and “sword”.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng shouted angrily.
Both hands pressed downwards.
The first Jiao Long Water Sword was instantly shattered, and those water pillars that originally hit the mirror were also pulled by this sword qi and fell back in the battlefield, following that invisible sword qi and smashing together towards Wang Xianzhi’s head.
Wang Xianzhi gently snickered, a few grains of light of luck, can not compete with the sun and the moon!
This martial artist no longer had his hands behind his back, both hands were hooked with five fingers, one foot slid out a few inches on the cliff top ground, and both knees were slightly bent.
I’m afraid that this was the first time that the Martial Emperor City Lord had truly struck out.
After Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s sword, he had already tipped his hand, and keeping that odd posture of holding the sword, he could only wait for death.
Wang Xianzhi instantly leaped up, the entire cliff top was given to press down several feet in height, not waiting for the bottom of the crag to send out a sound movement, the majestic qi pouring out from above, has taken the lead in repelling those Guangling waves that crashed into the mountain wall.
Sword qi or water columns, they were neither blocked nor smashed, it was even as if they had lost their target, smashing haphazardly on the already precarious cliff top.
Wang Xianzhi, however, had already arrived at the top of the purple-clothed woman’s head, and with a single punch, he smashed this woman who did not know how to spare her life off the top of the mountain, and crashed into the river in the distance.
It seemed like a punch, but before Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s body crashed into the Guangling River, the flash of purple color stalled several times in the air, followed by a thunderous roar, the purple gas scattered again and again, and the purple color faded again and again.
Wang Xianzhi did not seem to be satisfied with the dying struggle that her portion of the heavenly image realm deserved.
The old man’s left palm lifted up, will be that about to scurry into the river purple again suspended in thin air, the right hand is again towards that distant nail-sized figure heavy fist.
The powerful and unrivaled fist dangled like a white rainbow, tearing through the sky and directly hitting the dying purple clothes that had already hovered motionless.