Chapter 131 – Strongest Hand, Carrying Heavenly Thunder
Xu Longxiang began to sprint, his speed was more than a step faster than his previous fight against Huang Qing, and there was no way that the Taoist aptitude of Shrinking into the Earth could be compared to it.
In the Taoist texts that complimented their own gods, there was a saying called scattering beans into soldiers, of course it was a wording to fool the countryside villagers. But Huang Qing’s sword qi has long been diffused around everywhere, but also has a few grass and trees into soldiers, more importantly, with the insight of the finger Xuan realm, Huang Qing can accurately capture Xu Longxiang’s attack routes, Xu Longxiang in the collision with him and the wind wave, will certainly impact those tiny as midge filled with subtle sword qi in the world, which allows Huang Qing to foresee, and plan and then move.
Huang Qing expected Xu Longxiang will go around to his back to start a hammering on his back, he did not turn around, shaking his sword out of the sheath more than an inch, at the same time, two feet behind him suddenly exploded a sword rainbow, cutting the sky. But the expected scene did not appear, Xu Longxiang did not come as promised, then Huang Qing’s forehand sword move is meaningless, even more blunder is Huang Qing after the forehand has begun to layout the teenager to crash through the sword qi green rainbow backhand. A top martial arts master’s life and death struggle, a tiny difference is enough to fall short by a thousand miles. Sure enough, deliberately paused Xu Longxiang, ghostly figure eventually emerged on the side of Huang Qing, and then a collision, Huang Qing was originally in the body of the waterfall like a waterfall straight down three thousand feet of the flow of qi, hard to move a few major orifices, such as a large river diversion and flow, fixed wind wave, although it is too late to come out of the sheath, but the Huang Qing hand holding the scabbard swept across the sky, a touch of sword astral painting arc cut out, presenting a fan-shaped separation of heaven and earth, the momentum of the majesty.
The world of martial arts is only fast, Xu Longxiang did not retreat to avoid its front, but by virtue of the horror of the speed of the low head, stooping, continue to charge forward, with a ferocious and unparalleled shoulder collision, Huang Qing flew directly out of the very far.
Xu Longxiang ran straight and wildly on the ground, and almost instantly reached out and clutched Huang Qing’s ankle, and pulled down hard, not only ripping Huang Qing’s body towards the ground, but also directly ripping apart Huang Qing’s qi that was barely functioning.
Huang Qing hit the ground, Xu Longxiang is a ferocious kick!
Huang Qing, who could not speak of the pain, could only barely block this kick with his arm, and his body was kicked into the air once again.
In an instant, he was kicked into the air again, and in the blink of an eye, Xu Longxiang elbowed Xu Longxiang in the chest, and knocked him back to the ground.
Overhead black shadow pressure down, Xu Longxiang ten fingers interlaced into a fist, this fist if it is hit by the knot, not to mention the sword Qi near Huang Qing, I am afraid that is not bad Murong Bao Ding also want to turn into a broken cauldron.
Huang Qing’s back smashed on the ground, face sky sky falling down Xu Longxiang, fixed wind wave sword hilt against the sand, scabbard toward the sky pointing at the unreasonable mad teenager.
The sword stays in the scabbard and goes away.
The scabbard stabbed at Xu Longxiang.
The famous sword Ting Feng Bo was sheathed for the first time in this way.
Xu Longxiang’s fists slammed into the scabbard and deflected the scabbard, his body only paused slightly and continued to slam downwards.
Huang Qing’s left hand gently tapped the ground, his body suddenly rotated, driving his right hand Ting Feng Bo to whip out a circle of radiant circular sword astral.
Like a bright moon born in the yellow sand desert.
Although it is a sword in a hurry, the momentum is far from the peak, but the fixed wind wave is not out of the case, one out is still extremely amazing.
Unfortunately, it should be the old saying, the Taoist is one foot tall, the devil is one foot tall.
Xu Longxiang simply did not weigh the pros and cons, directly with his fist blasted the round moon sword astral, what is called the real momentum like a bamboo, Xu Longxiang this is!
Huang Qing rushed to the tip of the sword a little, the figure drifted out more than ten feet, Xu Longxiang double fists smashed on the ground, the sound of the explosive loud actually deep into the hundred feet below.
Huang Qing stood in the distance, tightly gripping the sword, raised his arm, the height is flush with the shoulder.
This sword qi near the corner of his mouth oozed blood.
Instead of spitting out sword qi rainbow to show the power of the long sword in his hand, it is like an immortal eating haze and drinking dew, madly absorbing the surrounding “green mist”.
With the wind wave complete sheath, especially after making a whale swallowing, Huang Qing and Xu Longxiang around the original invisible sword gas quickly cohesion, such as the summer night sky fireflies, stars, flying into the tip of the long sword.
Huang Qing word name is that sword qi near.
What is sword qi near?
That is to say that Huang Qing has not yet come to the sword has not yet come out, the sword gas has been like that “the sky is cloudy and will rain, the group flies to block the road” midge, subtle and imperceptible, densely packed countless covered with the world.
Huang Qing held the sword in one hand and put one hand behind his back, raised his head to look at the sky with some black clouds, withdrew his sight and looked at the young man who slowly stood up in the pit.
Huang Qing said softly, ”When one lives a life, every step one takes is a step that leaves a trace in heaven and earth. But the world’s footsteps, most of them are gone without a trace, the wind blows yellow sand, snow covers the path, water rushes the stone steps. I Huang Qing is not exempt from this, but the sword in my hand, not the same.”
Huang Qing every word, the hand of the long sword near the wind wave, up and down, left and right four directions, each superimposed a “wind wave”.
Layers and layers of them were stacked on top of each other, not moving like a mountain.
In front of him, he quickly stacked nearly three hundred identical “Ting Feng Bo”.
Xu Longxiang could no longer see Huang Qing’s figure at all, but he could vaguely hear the voice of the No. 1 in the Northern Mang Sword Dao.
“In the past hundred years, two generations of swordsmen in the jianghu lake, Li Chun Gang is known for his spirit, sword open the door of heaven, a sleeve that is the blue dragon. Deng Ta’a, on the other hand, is renowned for his fast sword, and he is the best in the sword forest with his fine sharpness.”
“Huang Qing is unwilling to go their way, this fixed wind wave in his hand, only seeks two words.”
“Do not move.”
Between Huang Qing and Xu Longxiang, a towering mountain of swords appeared, and this mountain of swords was still incrementally expanding, constantly advancing towards Xu Longxiang layer by layer.
Xu Longxiang did not retreat but advanced, a collision broke the high and low dozens of longswords that blocked the road, after being blocked from running forward, his hands ripped, and then ripped a dozen or so of Wind Trimming Waves.
Xu Longxiang no matter how to rush, with brute force to break those long swords, but the next moment there is always a new sword to make up for the original position, by the sword mountain sword wall blocked by the teenager obviously also played out the fire, the body shape backward, and the sword mountain to pull out a distance, this is to start a rapid charge, a collision under the drum, one drum no less than a hundred handles of wind waves, the whole person has crashed into the sword mountain, sunken into the mountain’s belly. But the next moment, the sword mountain began to grow on its own, the momentum not only did not decay, but instead forced the teenager backward, even if the teenager’s feet stepped on the ground, trying to use his shoulders to ruthlessly carry the big mountain forward, his feet still slid backward step by step.
The teenager simply put his head against that wall of swords and then braced himself with both hands.
The entire tilted teenager roared in anger and pushed forward as hard as he could.
Like wood supporting the wall!
The entire Sword Mountain seemed to emit a slight tremor, buzzing, and the swords chirped like swarms of mosquitoes.
But the thickness was prevented from stacking the height of the sword mountain was still slowly advancing by virtue of the steadily climbing momentum.
Teenager is already forehead blood dripping, hands palm is bloody.
The boots on his feet were even stepped through.
The teenager violently turned around, his arms spread out, and he carried the Sword Mountain with the strength of his not-so-broad back.
The wall of swords finally stopped!
Higher than the huge sword mountain, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and there were vague lightning and thunder.
The pupils of the teenager’s eyes gradually shrunk until they disappeared completely.
Huang Qing said softly, ”The birth of you, Xu Longxiang, was not meant to be a matter of rules and should not live long in the world. I will then use the rules to form a circle.”
Huang Qing held the Wind Stabilizer and drew a circle.
Such a simple action that even a child could play with his hands, Huang Qing, who had the greatest sword energy in the world, made it extremely difficult and stagnant.
Then the sword formation into a mountain of those countless handles “fixed wind wave”, began to change formation.
Xu Longxiang in front, behind and above his head, long swords floating in the air.
Forming a huge semicircle.
The tip of each sword pointed at the young man in the center.
Huang Qing followed the back of that sword arc and looked into the sky, the black clouds were getting thicker and more depressing, the purple thunder as thick as a hugging tree rolled crazily.
Huang Qing, whose sword arm began to shake, said softly, “Since you seek your own death and are not afraid of attracting the heavenly tribulation, then I will give you one last ride.”
This last sword is called “Rules”, Huang Qing originally wanted to compete with Sword God Teng Tai’a, it will be a fast and slow battle that no one has ever seen before in the sword path, but he didn’t expect to use it on Xu Longxiang first.
Huang Qing suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, splashing it on his long sword.
Ting Feng Bo crashed to the ground.
The sky-covering semicircular sword formation exploded.
Huang Qing was shocked and bewildered.
In the distance, the teenager stood bent over with his arms hanging low.
The teenager’s face could not be seen.
Seven or eight strands of dense black gas were like an evil scaly dragon, swimming recklessly around the teenager.
Right at this moment, there was an unsuspected fluttering of Huang Qing’s clothes.
That shocking scene was even more frightening to this Sword Qi Near.
Bronze Man Master Ancestor was stabbed in the abdomen, and just crashed all the way, two people, one sword, and together they continued forward to crash into a hill.
A large hill instantly shattered, and the next sand dune remained so unbearable, like it was just a firecracker in a child’s hand when resigning from the old year.
Huang Qing turned his head and saw that the man stood still with his left-handed sword, and further away where a hill exploded, the Copper Man Master Ancestor stood up in the sky of wind and sand, and with him, there was also the majestic Heavenly King’s Dharma body that was a hundred feet tall.
Could it be that the Bronze Master Ancestor didn’t even have time to invoke his Dharma body after that person’s sword?
Then Northern Liang King Xu Fengnian, just came?
Shocked, Huang Qing, who had glimpsed the high altitude vision out of the corner of his eye, also sighed in relief.
Even if you, Xu Fengnian, came so swiftly, it was still too late.
The Great Tribulation has arrived.
Seven heavy heavenly thunderbolts would fall!
One after another, no matter if you are a Land God Immortal, so what?
There was a rumble.
A purple heavenly thunder smashed into Xu Longxiang.
Xu Fengyen simply ignored the bronze master and the sword qi near, and went straight to that rolling heavenly thunder, and swung out a sword.
It was the same as the old man in sheepskin fur’s sleeve of green dragon back then.
Directly smashed that heavenly thunder.
Huang Qing looked dumbfounded, these two brothers, do things are so unreasonable?
That was the great thunder that symbolized the heavenly tribulation.
Do you, Xu Fengyen, really want to carry down all seven heavenly thunders?
Immortal Qi Xuanzheng carried the heavenly tribulation at the Demon Beheading Platform back then, but he only carried the six purple thunderbolts.
Xu Fengyen stood beside Xu Longxiang, reached out and pressed his hand on his younger brother’s head, and softly said, “Huang Barbarians, father is gone, but as long as brother is still here, when the sky collapses, it’s not your turn to carry it.”