Chapter 034 – Old man’s step
Xu Fengyen, who only has one prana in addition to the filth, has stopped the decline of the blood flowing from his brow, and the Xu Fengyen who returned from the out-of-body journey beside him has one soul and two pranas, the two of them together are still lacking two souls and four pranas, and has been able to make Wang Xianzhi suffer a traumatic experience, Xu Fengyen doesn’t feel that his own ability is small, only that verbal arguments are not beneficial, so in the face of Wang Xianzhi’s questioning, he didn’t go to talk to the old man who was obviously angry. Words to fight, just brightly mending the body gifted by Gao Shulu.
Wang Xianzhi sneered, “Then there are no last words to say?”
Xu Fengnian stretched out his hands and covered his face, wiping away the blood with his ten fingers, his eyes clear.
Wang Xianzhi heaved a good word.
Then Xu Fengyen, who was “returning from a wanderer’s sword”, saw Wang Xianzhi stepping out and waving his arm to throw the spear forged from heavenly thunderbolts.
However, when he saw this scene, Xu Fengyen, who possessed a body, had actually flown backwards, crashing to the ground a hundred feet away, and his uncontrolled body even bounced on the ground for a bit, and continued to slide backwards for more than a dozen feet before he was able to come to a stop.
Wang Xianzhi’s strike was too fast, so much so that the standing Xu Fengyen only saw the residual shadow of Wang Xianzhi’s Thunder Spear.
The fallen Xu Fengnian slowly got up, bending over, his chest revealing a large area of blood and flesh, with occasional white thunderbolts twisting and flowing, snorting. Stretching out his hand at the same time, arm countless slender red silk red snake floating probed, Xu Fengyen fingers touched, red silk and white electricity with the same, visible Xu Fengyen from the Han Diaoji skull stolen and got the secret art, did not immediately and quickly see the results.
Wang Xianzhi’s lightning spear was still in his hand, only reducing his momentum by one or two points.
Another foot pit appeared in the sand in front of the old man.
Xu Fengnian, who had only just stood up straight, was struck by the lightning spear again, only this time he was not knocked down, his head slightly tilted back, his hands holding a piece of lightning to prevent it from stabbing his neck, his feet swept backward in a slapdash manner on the ground.
The first time he intentionally opened the portal wide and carried a lightning strike dead, it was Xu Fengyen’s attempt to contact more of Wang Xianzhi’s way of qi flow by virtue of his Unsullied Body with the Tall Tree Dew Body, since Wang Xianzhi’s second spear was as good as it gets, there was no need for the earlier come-on.
The foot pit in front of Wang Xianzhi’s body was getting deeper and deeper, and the gap between throwing spears was getting shorter and shorter. Xu Fengyen can only retreat again and again in the distance, backward eight times in a row, the last time to use the Wudang Hong Chuxiang taught the unnamed boxing, waist such as the axle, the body turns round not to mention that the hands are also painted arc into a circle, lightning followed Xu Fengyen body in the surroundings of the travel around again and again and again, when Xu Fengyen finally stood, spine is straight, draw back but not bowed hump, both hands gently up and down, a few inches above the palm of the hand, there is a ball of lightening bumps Undulating, seemingly playful and light, it is easy for people to underestimate the power of the thunder they contain. Xu Fenian’s hands went in an arc, and the two snow-white thunder balls with lingering electric light merged into one, gradually dissipating in front of his body.
At the same time, Xu Fengyen, who had returned from his wanderings in the Black-White Spring and Autumn Period, changed dramatically and began to turn around and swept towards “himself”.
Wang Xianzhi, who only left three feet of lightning in his hand, had a ninth footprint in front of his body, and before Xu Fengyin’s soul was about to crash into Xu Fengyin’s body, Wang Xianzhi had already approached the person behind him, and took the lead in handing out a move, which he did not know whether it was a spear or a sword.
The three feet of lightning instantly pierced through Xu Fengyen’s body, like a knife cutting tofu, Wang Xianzhi’s right hand held the three feet of lightning that had successfully broken through Gao Shulu’s body, and violently lifted up, lifting Xu Fengyen’s entire body up into the air.
The next scene was puzzling, before Wang Xianzhi pulled out the thunderbolt, Xu Fengyen grabbed the front and pressed both hands on the immortal weapon that seemed to come from above the nine heavens, kicked Wang Xianzhi on the shoulder, his body drifted down to two zhang away, his footsteps staggered, and instead of taking advantage of the opportunity to pull it out, he gave a hard slap and took the initiative to impale it on his torso.
Wang Xianzhi did not take advantage of the victory and stood still, nodding his head and showing a little appreciation in an unprecedented way.
If he had pulled out that section of thunderbolt by himself, then this kid would have suffered the previous eight spears and the last sword for nothing.
The eight spears were nothing but a blindfold, the key was the sword that he, Wang Xianzhi, had newly created, which was meant to be given to Deng Tai’a who had returned from his visit to the Immortals.
The world all use the three-foot green blade as a metaphor for a long sword, his sword move is called “three-foot”, the superior sword way, always emphasize the meaning rather than the technique, and the deep meaning of the three-foot is naturally in the three-foot, if Xu Fengyen in order to get injured more lightly, pulled out the three-foot thunderbolt, naturally, he would not know the mystery of it. Just even if he comprehended the meaning of the three foot sword, what could he do? He, Wang Xianzhi, even if he was merely a swordsman, there were as many as four handfuls of sword moves that were not less than three feet. The reason why he chose this move was that since Xu Fengnian had injured himself with a sword, then he had to return the favor, even if it was the size of the wound, it had to be exactly the same. As for the remaining four hands of the Earth Immortal Sword, Wang Xianzhi’s initial intention for the sword was to cut down a thousand riders with one sword, and the temple is like nothing to me.
Wang Xianzhi came from a cold common people, then far from today’s Liyang court Hai Nabai Chuan’s weather, is the real cold no noble son, can remember their own abandonment of literature and study of martial arts, after all the ups and downs, and finally for the first time practiced the rough lightweight, and do not dare to show their hands in the city streets, can only be in the middle of nowhere to experience the taste of the grass to fly away from the snow, after exhaustion, to heaven and earth as a bed quilt, randomly collapsed on the grass or snow, still remember the aroma of mud and grass, the smell of the grass and the snow, the smell of the grass and the snow. I still remember the aroma of mud and grass and the cold feeling of washing my face with snow. Later, by chance, I switched to sword training, and when I made my sword produce sword energy, the ecstasy at that time, no matter how many years had passed, was still fresh in my mind. And then after that, step by step, stood at the peak of martial arts, overlooking the earth to swim in the wind, looking around, no one stood side by side, the things worth remembering were in turn not much.
The two Xu Fengnian stood together, but never had their souls return to one, because Wang Xianzhi’s sword injured the qi far more than the body, since Gao Shulu’s body could still withstand it, there was no need to add to it, if one ventured to integrate into the one furnace, only then would it be a self-inflicted wound, and it would damage the original invincible golden body that could be described as removing the filth and dirt.
Wang Xianzhi’s wounds have been sprouting like branches, successively producing fresh flesh and bones, chest injuries are no longer shocking, began to Xu Fengnian’s turn to suffer, red silk red snake struggling to climb, still not able to get rid of the residual thunder and lightning sword qi.
Wang Xianzhi suddenly said: “when I was a scholar, and a senior scholar, he said a sentence, to this day, I’m afraid that seniors have been graveyard bones into the ground, but I still remember: rather than the text of history, not as good as the head of the country. But in that chaotic world, the scholar but died in the chaos of war, neither will not be an ambition to the temple, but also did not die well, I heard the news of his death, to his body, but from the roadside mud more than a hundred horizontal and vertical bodies, pick out, hastily buried things. This gentleman was wearing a long sword, probably worth a few dozen taels of silver, has long been taken away, the gentleman’s relics, to the villain as a trade for official hats or wine money for goods.”
“Wang Xianzhi has never blocked the front path of a junior?”
“The old man sits in the East China Sea, in the world for a day, has there ever been Liu Songtao, such an emboldened martial artist, scourge of the world?”
“The imperial court is powerful, there are iron armor in the body of the iron horsemen galloping, the people unarmed, the world rise and fall divided, the most dead, precisely are these innocent people. I do not think that these people encountered a peaceful world of government oppression, as well as the chaos of the light of the soldiers, bandits and looters, do not think that everyone can easily cope with, I only hope that more people in the time of desperation, and even before death, can step forward, rather than only kneel down, kowtow and beg for forgiveness. Wang Xianzhi did not ask for much, but only gifted the people of the world this one step, one step only.”
Xu Fengnian calmly asked, “Why did you say these words?”
Wang Xianzhi said blandly, “Old me has lived too long and seen too much, usually instead I have nothing to say to anyone. Your brat refuses to say his last words, but I want you to die clearly. If you are an ordinary vassal king’s descendant, relying on two generations of plotting and scheming to be hereditary, I would not talk nonsense with you, kill you are too dirty hands.”
Xu Fengyen was about to speak, Wang Xianzhi waved his hand and said, “What you want to say, I know in my heart, but whoever has the bigger fist, whoever has the bigger reason. No matter how well you speak, Lao Fu is not happy to listen to you, it’s as simple as that.”
Xu Fengnian laughed and said, “It’s still early in the victory, it’s hard to say who’s reasoning is a bit bigger.”
Wang Xianzhi neither denied nor admitted, saying, “I have also finished my words, who actually deserves to die more next, the truth will soon be revealed.”
A hundred miles away, a man of forgetfulness whose sleeves rode the wind was carrying a shakuhachi spear.
Purple Qi came from the west.