Chapter 022 – A cut off the river that is a sword

Jianghu martial arts profound this statement, in Wang Xianzhi seems quite uninteresting, the old man has seen too many of the so-called mastery of the new moves, but is a new bottle of old wine, it is difficult to escape the rules set by the predecessor, especially the swordsman, a peak of the predecessor is really too high, most of the descendants are only on the way to climb the mountain, and so during this period of time out of the sword a few sword dozens of swords, there is no novelty to speak of, and even more difficult to let Wang Xianzhi eyes brightly.

Just Wang Xiaoping this half sword, has not yet sheathed the starting sword and storage sword, Wang Xianzhi did not half lightly, he originally wanted to deal with Hui Shan woman that set to target, by virtue of the momentum of the foot of the world’s unparalleled vastness of the qi, randomly attack from afar can be. Palm on the shelves of the mountain of Wang Xianzhi finally did not so arbitrary, from a single palm to support the stone into two hands to support the stone, footsteps do not stop, still running to the shore of Wang Xiaoping, left and right hands are five fingers like iron hooks, qi seeped into the giant stone, the first to tear a crack, and then the whole piece of 10,000 pounds of heavy stone twisted and rotten for hundreds of thousands of pieces of debris, debris is scattered in form God is still alive, debris and debris by the strands of qi between the implicated.

Wang Xianzhi wrist close, hands twisted, seems to be about to fall apart many broken stone instantly re-cohesion, forming a distant view such as a large circle of stone array, broken stone between the cracks there are countless subtle purple electricity crazy flow, with Wang Xianzhi hands violently spread, in the old man’s head, as if a group of purple and black crows showing a half-fan-shaped group.

The flock of gravel crows was not standing still, but rather a crow was drawing water, and the Guangling River under Wang Xianzhi’s feet constantly had a column of water as thick as his arm gushing out of the water.

If the flock of crows was the face of a fan, then these rapidly rising and rotating columns of water became the fan bones of that fan.

Wang Xiaoping went down to Wudang Mountain to sharpen his sword dao, and today a sword picked the mountain to force Wang Xianzhi to come down, but there came an outsider, also considered to be a person who went down, only that the timing of his appearance coincided with the rise of Wang Xiaoping’s sword and Wang Xianzhi’s crows, which neither benefited nor detracted from the general situation, so both of them consciously or unconsciously chose to turn a blind eye to this person. This uninvited guest wearing a cleaned to white old robe, but not the style of the Dragon Tiger Wudang two mountains, look at the number of years of men, he approached the Guangling River a mile away, just to see Wang Xianzhi’s white rainbow of the Gang slammed into a purple dress, the middle-aged Taoist did not seem to be spreading his legs wildly running, each step is still idle and leisurely, but it is almost the blink of an eye on the river near the river until Wang Xiaoping Royal Sword Chopping Rainbow, Taoist Still did not make a move, and then stopped at the bank, watching Hui Shan purple clothes fell into the rolling water in the center of the river, the Taoist seemed to sigh softly.

The middle-aged Taoist did not jump into the river to save people, turned his head to look at Wang Xianzhi to create that “fan”, he frowned, the world knows that the Wang old monster sitting in the town of Wudi City, ushered in countless masters to and from, the skills of the fight over the move, never fancy, in short, that is, fighting with him, it will be a very difficult to see, whether you are the sole possession of the eight buckets of Cao Changqing, or the style of the world. Whether you are Cao Changqing, who is the only one who has eight dueling styles, or Peach Blossom Sword God, who is the best sword master, you will not be able to give the layman that kind of shocking world and weeping ghosts and gods view. The Taoist figure is not moving, the left hand draws an arc, bringing up ripples, seems to be shielding what invisible things, the right hand five fingers but in the pinch, fast enough to dazzle people.

The situation has three, the time, place and people, North Mang State Master Yuan Qingshan is good at counting people, Huang Longshi is especially good at calculating the time of the day, while he wins by budgeting the location.

There are only a few remaining thirteen A’s in the Spring and Autumn Period, and this Taoist, who has been hiding his fame from the beginning to the end, occupies the “several A’s”.

Seemingly forty years old, in fact, has long exceeded the age of one hundred years, only he cultivates the way, lifelong no hope to achieve the return of the old to the realm of celestial beings, otherwise, with his outstanding wisdom, has long been able to return to simplicity to return to the true level of its degree of freedom, a few can be compared to the five hundred years ago, Lv Zu’s over the gate of heaven and do not enter, but the world’s bitterly sought after ascension, but whether or not, but it is just a matter of his own thoughts. In the long years, he has seen too many ups and downs of the world, and Lv Zu reincarnation of Qi Xuan frame many times, in the earth lung mountain for Liyang Zhao room has raised the evil dragon, and three generations of Dragon Tiger Mountain Sectarian hooked, and then some, but also with a hundred years ago invincible in the world of the deer mountain Sect Master Liu Songtao, together with the companion walking through the rivers and lakes, but also the enemy and friends. Taoist stopped pinching, for the two people in the distance battle, the heart has been clear.

Wang Xianzhi nearly a hundred years old, topped the martial arts nearly one a, compared to ordinary people, is considered to have lived too long, so that almost everyone has forgotten that the stout old man, was once a ambition in the temple of the scholar, but also imitated that the Qingliu celebrities to go to the lupine fan Lunxian pointing the river and mountain, just all kinds of karma, throw the pen to abandon the book into the rivers and lakes, and from then on did not turn back. Devil Huang Sanjia guide national luck surging into the rivers and lakes, Wang Xianzhi originally won the first prize, similar to a temple courtiers hostage to the feudal lords, no one can compete with him, and can be swallowed in half, to do that four hundred years ago GaoShuLu, a hundred years ago LiuSongTao, but Wang Xianzhi did not do so as the year of the first calf is not afraid of tigers of the SongNianQing or, for the first time into the heavenly image of the CaoChangQing, also, these body of the qigong of martial arts Da Mu, all of them did not die prematurely in Wu Di City. This trip to leave the East China Sea, the face of the Regulus Qingfeng, can be killed but not killed, but Wang Xiaoping is not the same, the latter backed by a Wudang Mountain, the future of the mountain will be directly in the face of the angling immortal, and ultimately cause a thousand years of the new pattern, the sky and the human being are separated. The future of the jianghu, not to mention the seven or eight land immortals emerged together, I’m afraid that one can not be left, and even the heavenly realm is a luxury, the word “ascension”, naturally become extinct. Such a situation, with one man’s power to seal the border and crack the land of Wang Xianzhi, naturally abhorred.

Wang Xianzhi not only wants to block Wang Xiaoping’s next sheathed sword, but also wants to cut off Jianzhi’s connection with Wudang with a single blow!

Only to see Wang Xianzhi clench his hands into fists and throw them forward.

The front of the fan lunged forward, draining the mountains and rising a great wind of support.

Wang Xiaoping still had his eyes tightly closed, his left hand with both fingers together, pushed and wiped forward on the mahogany scabbard, and the scabbard gently slid out.

There was no unrivaled astral qi that rushed through the air, and there was no vision of the wind rising up to the clouds. Even though the purple lightning lingering rubble rolled away head-on, followed by a huge wave of high walls tumbling down head-on, the speed of the sword coming out of the scabbard remained unhurried and unhurried.

The next scene was astonishing, the Wudang Daoist gave the sky-covering rubble and lightning a rush, followed by a huge wave lapping at the top. After this round of attack, countless debris did not follow the common sense rolled down to the ground, but a suspended in the shore, slowly rotating, when the sky dark clouds, and then reveals a crystal clear very long white line, hidden, as if it is from the nine heavens above the hanging down, slightly tilted, pointing to the mahogany sword is still not all out of the sheath of the Wang Xiaoping, the end of the white line hangs in the top of the head of the three feet of the Taoist.

The world says that there is a god three feet above his head, saying that God keeps in mind the good and evil of people.

Wang Xianzhi showed a cold smile, stretched out his fingers and gently twisted, twisted the “fish line”.

Middle-aged Taoist murmured: “In the end, Li Chungang can lose to Wang Xianzhi, Wang Xianzhi you can also lose to a rising star, but the jianghu can not be lifeless, why Confucianism to mess with the law does not change, chivalry to martial arts to violate the ban but more and more far away?”

Taoist sighed, “North Liang Xu Fengyen this kid to guard the northwest gateway, give the people of the central plains a peace, the original intention is not bad, but he and Wudang is too deeply involved, once he is too big, will inevitably join forces with Li Yu axe. Therefore there are two choices, do not kill Xu Fengyen, is the world less decades of unrest, kill Xu Fengyen, the Jianghu is still the Jianghu, no matter how strong the imperial court, can do largely well water. Now that someone is potentially trying to fill in the well that is the Jianghu, it makes sense that you, Wang Xianzhi, as a ‘sitting on the well and watching the sky’ well keeper, would not agree.”

When he saw the taut white thread above Wang Xiaoping’s head as if it had been violently cut, the remaining white thread violently popped out in the air in an arc, and eventually slowly dissipated into the clouds.

Wang Xiaoping still did not produce his sword.

His fingers were already close to sliding to the tip of the sword, meaning that the scabbard was about to leave the sword completely.

The Taoist did not know whether it was because he was also a cultivator who was sad about the death of the rabbit, or whether it was because he was flooded with human compassion and could not bear to look away, and turned his head to look at the surface of the river. In fact, if Wang Xiaoping had used his sword earlier, just as a way to break Wang Xianzhi’s cage, then there would have been more life than death, and with Wang Xianzhi’s seldom-angry temperament, he might not necessarily want to put him to death. But since this Sword Fool is obsessed, Wang Xianzhi should really be moved to kill.

The Taoist cultivated Lonely Hidden, and for Wang Xiaoping’s obsession, he understood, but it was hard to agree with him.

Even if the Earth Immortal had a sword, so what?

Taking a ten thousand steps back, even if it could really hurt Wang Xianzhi, it would only be showing that young feudal lord a kind of break that could perhaps only be regarded as insignificant, and would not stop Wang Xianzhi from going to Liang to kill.

Is it worth it to take a life to give someone else a little more chance of victory?

The Daoist suddenly opened his eyes wide, even for an old monster like him who had been scolded by Xu Fengnian as a thousand year old bastard, he was still a bit shocked.

Wang Xiaoping opened his eyes, and at the moment when the scabbard was about to fall, instead of taking advantage of the situation to take advantage of the sword, he pushed the sword back into the scabbard and said softly, “Go.”

The mahogany sword, still in its sheath, flashed away.

Many of the passengers of the ferries to and from the mountain gorge without exception all screamed at the same time, it turned out that the size of the boats under their feet began to be uncontrollable, against the current no matter how hard, began to rapidly backward, the bow toward the downstream is more like a God’s help, arrows rushing downward in general.

This all originated from the water of the Guangling River, which had Wang Xiaoping and the end of the gorge as its two boundaries, suddenly being drawn away from the waterway.

This river water leaving the waterway is as thick as a mountain peak and rises up in the air, like a green colored sword that has never been seen before or since!

It curved around Wang Xiaoping, and then in an instant it hung in the air and straightened out, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Wang Xianzhi, who was no longer hanging in the air with the river water at his feet!

Wang Xiaoping gulped softly and took a step forward.

A sword was finally handed out.

A cut of river water as a long sword!