Chapter 125 – Immortal’s Falling Sons

This battle of qi power was again like a battle of contradictions.

Dragon power was the greatest in the water line, and elephant power was honored in the land line.

Xu Longxiang, the only lucky one born in the realm of Vajra in this world, can be called the strongest big shield in Beiliang.

Only he met a sword light cold North Mang thirteen states of Huang Qing, this person is the sharpest spear in North Mang.

Huang Qing only sword out three inches, will weather magnificent.

Like a heavenly sword fairy ripped off a string of rosary beads, thousands of beads of sword qi, big beads and small beads fall into the jade disk, rolling forward.

Xu Longxiang, on the other hand, used the desert yellow sandy ground as a drum, a fist ringing, inducing the sight of the earth cow lifting its body, overturning the sky and the earth, and there was constantly a yellow dragon scroll breaking through the ground.

Sword Qi condensed into a green pearl in the yellow sand have crashed and crumbled, dust and soil in the sky, obscuring the line of sight.

Although the earth cow turn over has the invincibility of pulling mountains and rivers, but those for the sword qi pulling the beads of a grain are contained in the spirit, although nine out of ten are crushed by the dragon roll yellow sand, but there are still no less than a hundred green sword beads bypassing the sand pillars, a brain surging towards Xu Longxiang.

Xu Longxiang’s wooden face stepped forward, in front of his body erected a fan of rapidly flowing sand wall, beads have crashed into the wall, both the splendor of jade and stone burning, but also the helplessness of hitting a stone with an egg.

The green colored sword qi flowed in a scattered manner, and the yellow sand was also raging without boundaries.

A green shirt was at the point where a dendrobium bead was lost, Huang Qing pressed his sword with his left hand and drifted in noiselessly.

Huang Qing lightly removed the sword from the waist, with the hilt of the sword hit Xu Longxiang chest, the sword body out of the sheath three inches of the fixed wind wave after a blow, was ruthlessly knocked back into the sheath!

Xu Longxiang was not knocked away, his feet were still rooted in the earth, but his body slid out several feet backwards. The teenager slightly bent over, forcibly stopping the momentum of retreat, instantly began to sprint, towards the green shirt swordsman swiftly smashed out both fists.

Huang Qing flicked his wrist and crossed his sword in front of him, his left arm elbow resting against the scabbard, resisting Xu Longxiang’s double fists.

The sixth most famous sword in the world, Ting Feng Bo, emitted an ear-piercing boom in its sheath, and the scabbard trembled violently.

Xu Longxiang maintained the position of his fists hitting the sword and continued to run forward, while Huang Qing was pushed backward more than ten feet away.

Huang Qing, whose feet were a foot off the ground, lightly tapped his thumb, with a smile on his face, calmly pushed his sword out of its sheath by an inch.

Lixing a stack.

Xu Longxiang lazy to pay attention to what this is a sword move sword intention sword posture, double fist is another smash.

Two inch sword, two stack.

Three inches is three stacks.

Xu Longxiang time and time again out of the fist smashed on the scabbard, the figure hanging in the air, although the Huang Qing never abandoned the sword, but has not been able to block down Xu Longxiang’s punch, but as the number of stacks of the Lixie song increases, Huang Qing in the teenager after each punch handed out the distance to retreat is getting shorter and shorter.

Xu Longxiang blasted out the eighth punch, after the eight stacks of the Lixie Song, Huang Qing finally stood firm, with the demeanor of a patriarch who is immovable when a mountain crumbles in front of him.

Long shirt cuffs drumming fluttering Huang Qing looked at the young man in front of him, did not say anything, but there is undisguised surprise admiration in the eyes, but there is also a trace of dust settled after the faint disappointment.

The last punch blasted out the legendary eight dragons and eight elephants of power, naturally, is the world’s rare martial arts genius, but he Huang Qing still has nine stacks of Li Ge and even the final evolution of the ten mountains, if the teenager in the North Mang dynasty and field of the formidable stop here, then he Huang Qing not dare to say that no need to out of the sword will be able to win over the opponent, the least of which is also steadily undefeated. The reason why Huang Qing chose to sword Yi Lixing against Xu Longxiang, deep down there is no teenager and Murong Bao Ding to do the idea of comparison, the latter is the body of the long-famous stone Buddha, Huang Qing some years ago with the high-powered royal relatives have had a sparring session, there is no life and death to each other, point to the point. Huang Qing young man when light will aspire to use the sword to break the two Zen Temple white monk’s “vajra meditation”, to complete the Topaz Bodhisattva failed to accomplish the feat, known as indestructible Murong Baoding is undoubtedly a good test sword stone, it is said that in the flow of the state of Qingcang City to make the Murong Baoding golden body cracks in the eyes of the young man is even more.

Expressionless Xu Longxiang seems to be not warm and gentle again handed out a fist, the previous eight punches, are gradual, the power of the Dragon Elephant layer by layer, Huang Qing’s LIXI Song is nothing more than a step-by-step, layer by layer.

Huang Qing wanted to use the LIXI Song for no reason to jump, resolutely give up the LIXI Song nine stacks, light drink, jump directly to the ten mountains, there are six or seven rainbow haunting the whole body in the form of protection of Huang Qing not only failed to use the ten mountains to block the ninth fist impact, but instead of winking between the green rainbow shattered, the wind wave was smashed by the two fists out of a stunning arc, Huang Qing retreated and retreated until eighteen feet away only to be able to stop the momentum, the scabbard of the wind wave was not easy to recover! The scabbard of Ting Feng Bo was hardly restored to straightness. Huang Qing is not angry and not afraid, on the contrary, his heart was amazed and pleased, lifting the arm horizontal sword posture changed to obviously more solemn vertical arm sword lifting posture, in the blink of an eye of sword posture change, smooth off the huge residual force on the sword.

Huang Qing thumb rubbing the hilt of the sword, the clouds are light, and no longer have the scene of the sword pouring rainbow, but the more so, the more there is a sense of oppression of the wind and rain.

Li Chun Gang has passed away, fortunately there is a peach blossom sword god.

Deng Tai’a, who went out to the sea to visit the immortals, picked the sea with a sword and flooded the Guanyin Sect before returning to the land.

Huang Qing in this life has only been to a trip away from the Yang Jianghu, just to the northern Liang will stop, and Wudang Mountain young master Li Yu axe had a one-sided, soon returned to the northern Mang, during the period of time to talk about the fight, there is no swords, but took the opportunity to enjoy the eighty-one peaks towards the big top of the spectacular scenery, but also in the morning and evening two time to watch over the big Lotus Peak in front of Wudang main palace, thousands of people in the morning bells and drums sound of the morning and evening to practise boxing together in a clean scene. Although Huang Qing finally did not continue to travel to the hinterland of the Central Plains, neither challenged the white monk Li Dangxin, but also did not meet a new generation of the world’s leading sword Deng Tai’a, but has been a pleasure to go to the pleasure to return, and in the casual conversation with Li Yuxia occasionally gained, the practice of martial arts practice is very beneficial to the word in the road, and Li Yuxia and the short interaction, Huang Qing self-confessed that there is no winners and losers, but the word of the art of the road, rather There was some vivid realization.

Xu Longxiang did not take advantage of the victory, Huang Qing slightly raised the ancient sword in his hand, laughed softly: “Under the chess sword Lefu sword qi near Huang Qing, wearing a sword to set the wind and waves. When I was young to chess into the sword road, thirty years old back to chess, I thought I would return to the sword road in my lifetime, is the end of this life martial arts, I did not expect to unintentionally find a new way, is to achieve my clan’s chess player chess player to watch the third realm of the triple realm of the third realm, which created a new sword, the original intention of the sword to go with Deng Ta’a to compete with the intention of the heights and lows of …… ”

The young man looked puzzled, muttered in a low voice: “Fighting is fighting, how nosy.”

Huang Qing sprinkled a smile, still not tired of softly explaining: “Mouth says it is a sword, but maybe it is a hundred swords and a thousand swords, or even ten thousand swords, to be precise, it should be a game of swords.”

Xu Longxiang didn’t talk nonsense at all, directly stepped away and started to launch a straight line sprint towards this rambling middle-aged swordsman.

Like a showman meeting a soldier, Huang Qing laughed it off, then his expression became solemn as he closed his eyes and inhaled the vast qi of heaven and earth.

A strand of the vast and righteous qi filled the sky and earth.

Trance formation of a chessboard, with a world famous river as a winding chess line, a mountain peaks do that big chess pieces.

A small world of its own.

If Huang Qing’s currently displayed strength, the sword art is just referring to the Xuan, the intention is just a heavenly image, but his mind at the moment, it is straight to the land gods.

No wonder Huang Qing gladly returned to North Mang after a trip to North Liang.

Huang Qing loosened the hand that fixed the wind wave, the ancient sword quickly floated in front of him, the sword out half.

Huang Qing made a lifting and dropping gesture with his right hand and softly said, “Wudang Mountain. Top.”

Top was one of the Go terms.

It was just the right way to restrain Xu Long bishop’s chess form that seemed to be empty of gravity but slightly clumsy.

A sword qi came out horizontally.

Xu Longxiang used his brutal shoulder to smash the ethereal aura of the “Wudang Mountain” in front of him.

Huang Qing continued to move his pieces.

The magnitude of the change in the first two pieces was extremely small.

So the name is small tip.

Sword Qi is thick and solid.

As the saying goes, there is no evil hand in the small tip, Huang Qing’s chess moves or sword moves are also upright, just a normal hand talk game, of course, you a son I a son, but Huang Qing created this game of chess, it is the seeds like flying, simply do not talk about the rules.

After the small tip is the tight gas, tight gas is the bishop step after the fly, and then there is the combination of sealing town, and then there is a continuous out of a thousand layers of treasure Pavilion potential.

Huang Qing’s clear face glowed with a precious and solemn immortal Buddha radiance.

All the yellow sand that can be whisked by the breeze is surprisingly all still at this moment, only the majestic sword qi is rampant.

I have the world’s unrivaled abundant sword qi.

Finally, I have a sword to tell heaven and earth.

I have forty years of depressed gas can not come out.

Today, I have to let out my chest.