Chapter 033 – The Sword Sheath is the Grave! Who can match?

The peach wood sword whose sword intent had once pierced through Wang Xianzhi’s chest was still unsheathed at this time, quietly hovering at this Xu Fengyen’s side.

Xu Fengyen, who came with his sword, smiled and said, “Go one.”

The mahogany sword and the human telepathic communication, slowly leaving the scabbard, the initial abnormally slow, gradually go as fast as a rolling thunder, so much so that the sky wrapped a long rainbow mist, even if you are not versed in martial arts, but also can be clearly seen.

The root of this sword, which is like that jianghu nickname sword nine yellow old servant with missing teeth, practiced less sword moves, because I feel clumsy, I’m afraid of greed and chewing, walking is also slow, leisurely walk around the world, it is not important to go to where it is not bad enough to pass the scenery along the way can make do.

As soon as the sword nine came out, the peach wood sword was nowhere to be seen. The towering Wang Xianzhi flicked his fingers several times in a row, it is refers to the Xuan realm in the search for dragons and points, have not been able to knock off a sword traveling six thousand miles of the key chakra, Wang Xianzhi is no longer redundant, simply stop the finger, but there is no urgency to take back, such as the imperial examination scholar to put pen to paper to break the question, encountered the difficulty, it is difficult to put down the pen. Wang Xianzhi suddenly turned his head away, at the same time, a wisp of sword qi rubbed his cheek, cutting off several strands of the old man’s snow-white hair.

Wang Xianzhi still did not knock down his fingers again, and continued to remain motionless, then gently took a step back, and a wisp of sword qi flew past his chest, cutting off some scraps of burlap.

After that, Wang Xianzhi always kept his fingers in a bent position, but occasionally moved his feet, and every time, he managed to dodge the hidden sword qi that did not feel half sharp.

Wang Xianzhi heart some surprise, he once at the head of the Wudi City to meet the second time to ascend the stairs of the Huang Jintu, for this sword is not unfamiliar, the previous finger Xuan eight swords, did not let him how solemn, the ninth sword indeed bad to go to his sleeve, although only a heavenly image of a sword, but the sword of nine Huang’s heavenly image is very new, the roots of the unusual heavenly image of the masters from the opening of a sage’s good chapter. “The great things are not allowed to be leveled, then the song.” Everything in the world, the bird cries to welcome spring, thunder shock summer, insects sad autumn wind swings winter, so the scholar often climbed high out of the voice of the gift, and since ancient times the swordsman, the reason why you can be unique from generation to generation, lies in the natural ability to my hands with the sword, v. uneven things to sweep the uneven things. Wang Xianzhi once privately told Cao Changqing, why not give up the country and abandon the book to forget to practice sword, will certainly be able to early transcendence into the saints.

And the sword nine Huang’s ninth sword, clearly crossed the threshold of the heavenly image, and not among the level of the sword immortal, actually does not give people a little bit of inequality and accumulation of gas, on the contrary, it was to let the then Wang Xianzhi a little caught off guard. As a matter of fact, a temperamental good old man, is how to not practice good sword, this is with the text seems to look at the mountain like uneven is a reason, the sword is also the same reason, the victory in the trick subtle, strange situation repeatedly.

Now this sword, the same is that odd temperament, after the move, there is no what black cloud pressure wind full of buildings of the grand sword, but not tired of the sword to the sword to go, as much as some of the barking chickens smoke and fire dense mundane atmosphere, as if the village neighbors quarrel, but also in the way of the feelings, moving mouth not hands, give a person the feeling that only left the croak annoyance.

This new sword and the sword nine yellow handed out that old sword, only slightly different, lies in the latter more and more handy, more rounded and tricky.

Immortal wind sword, a night of frost cold nineteen states, the words used to describe the swiftness of the sword fairy, and the mahogany sword in the Wang Xianzhi around the swift and sudden arrival, the same I do not know how many miles swept away, hundreds of miles? Hundreds of miles?

Wang Xianzhi knew in his heart that it had already traveled beside him recklessly for a full three thousand miles! The farthest is nine miles away, the closest since the brush, so tirelessly back and forth, or draw an arc to hide away a dozen feet, or straight line swept three or four miles, and no law, no trace.

Wang Xianzhi is still waiting, still flexing his fingers but not snapping them.

Until the seventh time with the mahogany sword is not even close, an instant later, finally gently knock down a finger.

Finger knocked in the air, but Wang Xianzhi in front of the suddenly sounded a very small sound of gold and stone clashing, the farther away from Wang Xianzhi, the louder the sound, rolling away endlessly.

Six miles away, the peach wood sword that was made of mediocre material but caused Wang Xianzhi great trouble, exploded in mid-air with a bang and turned into a cloud of wood shavings.

Xu Fengyian, who had been riding the sword, waved his hand, and the debris returned from the distance, coalesced into a sword, and gently returned to its sheath. After being sheathed, it dissipated again.

The scabbard was the sword mound.

Xu Fengyen inserted the scabbard into the yellow sand by his feet, apparently deciding not to use it again.

Old yellow never say fancy reasoning, can not say what the heart is at peace that is my hometown, will only talk about a sentence, is an old man away from home, where to sleep comfortably, where is home. Qingliang Mountain stables next to the humble house, can let him sleep comfortably, that is his home. When he sleeps on the pillow box, thinking that there are a few jars of old wine under the bed, he does not lack anything and does not need to think about anything. That’s why Old Huang’s sword has no fear when it’s sheathed and no regrets when it’s returned to its sheath. Therefore, the last trip to the sword line Jianghu, the sword returned to the sheath that people return home.

My generation of swordsmen are not afraid of life and death, do not hesitate to break the beloved sword.

This Xu Fengnian, who only occupies one soul and two spirits, softly said, “After sword nine, it’s time for sword ten.”

He stretched out one hand, both fingers together, and gently wiped it, and a long blade made of purple and gold qi convergence emerged under his fingers, shaped like the newly baked sixth-generation Bei Liang sword.

Unorthodox Taoist texts record that there are three souls and seven spirits in a living person, and the world will believe it, but that Xu Fengnian, who died carrying down the heavy pressure of Wang Xianzhi’s heaven and earth, is incomparably certain, because in addition to his living body, there is only one spirit left to “remove the filth”, and the rest of the “three people” get the Three souls and six souls, each big dream spring and autumn. Xu Fengyen squatted at the edge of the pit, when another self came out, he didn’t watch the battle, but squatted down and hurriedly exchanged his breath, washed and got rid of the turbid qi in his body, Gao Shulu’s body was originally an unsullied body, and Wang Xianzhi’s skillfulness lay in piercing through his filth removal at a glance, and under the heaven and earth’s overturning, he forcibly shoved countless qi filth into his body. Gao Shulu’s majestic body can almost ignore ordinary injuries, the speed of healing, can simply let the general vajra realm can not be expected, even if the person to blast the five organs and six bowels, or even penetrate the heart, can be contrary to the laws of heaven to continue to survive for a few hours.

Squatting Xu Fengyen with black gas lingering around him, he stared intently at the cracked lines on the edge of the large pit under his feet.

Seeing the smallest of things.

After Xu Fengyen became the sixth in the world, many outsiders began to study the martial arts training history of this new Liang King, mostly amazed at Xu Fengyen’s stealing of masters, they do not know how many tiny grooves cut out by both sides’ flying swords he memorized in order to comprehend the meaning of the sword in Dunhuang City in Northern Mang after Deng Tai’a’s fight with Luoyang, and they also will not be clear about how much effort he had spent on grasping Artemis Liu’s entry into the city and Song Nianqing’s staggering sword walk! . And after that mahogany sword, which could be called Wang Xiaoping’s relic, returned to the top of Lotus Peak, it did not lie in indirectly imparting sword intent, but rather in searching for clues to explore Wang Xianzhi’s unique qi operation. Xuanyuan Qingfeng blocked the way, just to pay off the debt, make a conclusion, cut off the mind, can not pass, all things are over, after passing, you can ride in the martial arts. But then Wudang sword idiot and useless monk blocking, not so simple, one seeks no shame, one is in the incense, but there is no doubt that both are trying to find Wang Xianzhi may not even exist in the cracks.

Originally in the unexpected huh girl outside, it is the turn of Xu Yan Bing to single-handedly, temporarily blocking Wang Xianzhi to go.

He must have also saved his heart for certain death.

This man once laughed and said, Beiliang can die Xu Yan Bing, not without Beiliang King.

Laughing words were exported, but they were definitely not a joke.

Squatting Xu Fengyen could not care to wipe away the blood on his face, in fact, at that time to carry down the heaven and earth extrusion, touching the ground boots have long been worn out, feet bloody, and at that time crooked head slanting shoulder top, shoulder also give grinding out white bone, but these injuries in the Wang Xianzhi thrown to the ground, with the speed of the naked eye can be seen to recover as the first time, but the shoulder’s tattered clothes and bottomless boots, can prove that the situation at that moment of the situation of the dangerous, and now enough to be strong and powerful in Liyang North Mang. Nowadays, Xu Fengyen is strong enough to dominate the two rivers and lakes of Liyang and North Mang, how many people can make him suffer such a serious injury? Apart from Wang Xianzhi, who had not yet given his best, there were only two people, Tuoba Bodhisattva Deng Tai’a, who had the intention to fight to the death! Xu Fengyen continued to gaze at those cracks on the ground, only when his eyes were really obscured by the blood, would he raise his arm and haphazardly wipe away the thick blood dripping out of his face from his brow.

Standing Xu Fengnian gripped the hilt of his sword, looked down at the extraordinary Northern Liang sword, and muttered to himself, “This sword, should have been given to Zhao Huang Chao.”

He closed his eyes and withdrew a large step back, his right hand spreading out a palm in front of him, his left hand holding the sword behind him.

The wind picked up and yellow sand floated up.

The squatting Xu Fengnian finally stood up, as if he wanted to witness “himself” wielding this knife, and stretched out a finger to press on the center of his eyebrow, the blood was blocked, but still seeped out from between his fingers, and flowed down in a curved way on the face that the old men of Beiliang had said was very much like the princess.

A knife cut out.

First heard the continuous thunder explosions, then saw the blade’s astral energy ripping through the sky in a single line.

This is Xu Fengyen’s own realization of a knife, the first half of the knife’s stance embryo, from a close look at the tidal wave of the Guangling River, before seeing the tide, the sound of the tide has been as thunderous, and then only to see the foggy river, a white practice across the river, the tide gradually raised, like a row of majestic snowy mountains from the Kunlun Mountains down.

The second half of the knife is more important to the divine will, is in the out-of-body God traveled in the spring and autumn, and saw with their own eyes the stirring tragedy of the duel of the western base wall, onyx onyx beat the drums of war, a few people in armor and horse return?

The successive fusion, there is such a knife that has never appeared in the world, the old Huang is not going to give the sword move name, Xu Fengyen is simply too late to take a name.

This knife is like writing ink on paper, the blade is the heavy ink of the brush, spilling out a huge arc.

Wang Xianzhi did not dodge, hands pressed the top of the astral arc, was brought to the sky by the knife arc, until it did not enter the clouds, all disappeared.

Higher up where Wang Xianzhi stopped his body, the astral energy that was broken out of a gap did not dissipate into the sky, but like the Guangling River, after a line of tide rushed by, an even more majestic turning back tide was formed in the old salt warehouse!

The tide loomed straight down from the sky.

Since Wang Xianzhi had smashed Xu Fengyen into the ground after his killing spree.

It was always right to be courteous.

Xu Fengnian, who had produced a blade, did not wait for Wang Xianzhi to break that astral waterfall, so he wiped out another Beiliang blade, simple and heavy, the first generation of the Xu family’s war blade.

Xu Snapdragon trooped out of the two Liao and traveled all the way south.

He crossed the river to the south again and again, fought hard battles and died once in a while, making jokes to outsiders and being mocked as a mad dog willing to bite desperately without the need to give bones to the Liyang court.

Xu Snap never opened his mouth to argue with anyone, and never explained anything to his eldest son, Xu Fengnian, who was only able to know the answer when he was traveling in the Spring and Autumn.

Xu Snapdragon has always been a precarious pawn, not wanting to die, but also not afraid of death.

Who cares about your mother’s world pattern, who cares about your mother’s emperors and generals, who cares about your mother’s chessboard rules!

Holding the knife, Xu Feng took a step forward, the tip of the knife facing upwards, pointing directly at Wang Xianzhi in the clouds.

Softly reciting silently, he said, “Cross the river!”

A black rainbow hung upside down on the ground.

Wang Xianzhi, who was resisting the inverted waterfall, was hit in the chest by this blade, and the two Xu Fenian’s standing on the ground could see the black dot that was slowly pressed down by the waterfall, and gave the latter blade a violent crash back into the dome of the sky, which was not as far away as they could see.

The one Xu Fenian who had traveled through the black and white spring and autumn sighed and said softly, “Difficult.”

Xu Fengyen nodded, but quickly then laughed, “But this time the old piker will always not dare to put out only seven or eight points of force.”

Only just after these words were said, a pillar of light descended from the sky and the earth shook with it.

Wang Xianzhi was like a heavenly deity, stepping out of the heavenly gate to descend into the world!

A fist-sized wound was revealed at the heart of the hemp-clothed old man, and even though the physique of this world’s first person of the day was no less than that of Gao Shulu, who had been located at the peak for four hundred years, there was still no sign of healing, there were buds in the flesh, and the scene was treacherous, sudden birth and sudden death.

What is even more mysterious is that after Wang Xianzhi was knocked into the clouds above, he actually yanked down a thunderbolt as long as a spear.

Wang Xianzhi, whose double-shouldered hemp clothes were badly torn and tattered, looked indifferent and asked, “Is that all you’re capable of?”

Who in the world could match this martial artist who was probably already above celestial beings?

And how could one talk about winning and killing?

Not to mention that Xu Fengnian most likely couldn’t wait for the last soul and two spirits that hadn’t returned from that distant journey.