Chapter 243: Keeping Silent (VI)

Xuanyuan Qingfeng came too fast, so much so that when she crashed into Xu Fenian, there were several Jianghu people sitting on the rooftops watching the battle, as if they saw a purple line extending from the south of the city to the streets of the Lower Mawei Stagecoach House, a purple trajectory that started off with a light color and then deepened in turn until it was a thick, large purple at this point.

And this woman martial arts alliance swept through a small half of Tai’an city, also made a great commotion, she flew all the way too fast, fast enough to explode a long string of thunder in one of the high-rise roofs.

The crowd first saw its purple, and then heard its thunder.

Da Xue Ping Hui Shan purple clothes from the roof of a restaurant swiftly fell into the street, straight into the attack painted with nine python five claws of the black and gold python robe.

The street resounded with a bang, to the python robe and purple as the center of the circle, the road can not be swept clean messy leaves, not as expected that to the street on both sides of the fluttering, but contrary to common sense first in the ground to play a spin, violently pulled up after the collision of two people flying towards the center of the circle, and in the distance from the center of the three or four zhang in the air instantly turned into pieces. Above the street, there is a piece of the original just fell from the high branches of the withered yellow sycamore leaves especially attention, somehow it is not incomparably majestic two streams of qi ripped to pieces, but like a yellow butterfly haunting two people, rapidly rotating, so that people’s eyes dazzled. The flying spin of this fallen leaf was nowhere to be seen, but every time it brought up a slender arc on the street surface of the verdant stone pavement gently grazed, it was surprisingly resounding with the sound of gold and stone!

Inside the restaurant, the East Vietnam sword pool Li Yi Bai has taken the pair of masters and sisters to the window, Li Yi Bai sword travel jianghu for many years, very rich chivalrous reputation, no less than the capital Qijiajie first disciple, the good people also gave them a “North and South Sword Forest has double Li” said, just Li Yi Bai far more than sitting in a well and watching the sky of Li Hao Ran to know the depth of water in the jianghu shallow, so the treatment of people is not the best way to get along with others, but also to get along with others, and to get along with people. The reason is that Li Yi Bai is far more knowledgeable than Li Haoran about the depths and depths of the rivers and lakes, so his treatment of people is not comparable to that of Li Haoran. Li Yi Bai temporarily want to three windows to watch the battle of the perfect position, the restaurant people are still willing to give this face, after all, more than a few eyes under the Mawei stage, and sold to Li Yi Bai a favor, which is lighter than the other, who all carry clear.

The white girl single bait clothes pulled Li Yi Bai’s sleeve, whispered: “How to fight so lively? Even if the woman surnamed Xuanyuan is slightly better than Qi Jiajie, she won’t be entangled with the King of Northern Liang for too long, right?”

Li Yi Bai had witnessed the shocking scene of the young feudal lord killing Qi Jiajie instantly, and was more aware of Xu Fengyen’s horrifying combat power than most of the martial arts masters in the Central Plains, and had speculated about Xu Fengyen with Patriarch Chai Qingshan several times on the way back to Tai’an City from the summer town, and both of them agreed that even if you have reached the Finger Xuan realm, and have built up steadily in this realm for a decade or two, you might not be able to stop Xu Fengyen’s strikes once. Xu Fengnian’s martial arts. Xu Fengyen’s martial arts, miscellaneous and refined and not to mention, especially the means of killing, and when the human cat Han Sheng Xuan quite similar, are life and death to kill each other, you differ from me in one realm, then you are sure to die, and will die very quickly, is the blink of an eye after the life and death of the matter. But with the heavenly image realm of the great master cultivation against Xu Fenian, how the result, Li Yi Bai and the patriarch Chai Qingshan have some disagreement, Li Yi Bai do not believe that only in the land gods under the heavenly image realm, do not believe that the handful of the phoenix feather, facing Xu Fenian is still no power to fight back.

Li Yi Bai couldn’t see through the truth and wasn’t someone who liked to believe in the truth, intentionally ignoring the dissatisfaction of the junior sister’s words towards the Liyang martial arts alliance leader, he shook his head and said: ”Xuanyuan alliance leader is ultimately the general jianghu pride of heavenly destiny, looking at the whole world, even if we add the Northern Mang, she is the only one who is able to compare her speed of climbing on the martial arts path with the King of the Northern Ranges. In her early years, she had already made the feat of intercepting Wang Xianzhi on the Guangling River, and now that her cultivation has deepened, it is not too surprising that she is able to be in a stalemate with the Northern Liang King.”

Li Yi Bai finished these words, eyes some trance, the street, purple and python robes, like a dragon around the big hillock, it is really pleasing to the eye. Li Yi Bai clearly remembers that he first met Xuanyuan Qingfeng, is in the fast snow mountain manor on the shore of the spring god lake, this purple clothes with the momentum of the invincible posture, proudly look down on the crowd, even Li Yi Bai felt a kind of inexplicable self-shame. This woman, standing alone on the top of Hui Mountain, together with Li Yi Bai, almost the entire Liyang Jianghu’s young talent, can only look up from afar.

Teenage girl single bait clothes these two years, tired of hearing such as the king of northern Liang and Hui mountain purple secretly eye to eye bullshit jianghu rumors, although Xu Fengyen to listen to the tide of the pavilion library of half of the secret books donated to the big snow ping lack of the moon floor, is a pile of facts on the nail, but in the heart of a single bait clothes such as a teenage girl, from the king of the northern Liang will not think that there really will be any unclear with Xuanyuan Qingfeng involved in a woman all day gloomy, even if martial arts is high, face pretty point A woman, even if the martial arts is high, the face is beautiful, the body is graceful point, after all, or not pleasing to the well.

The girl in white smiled and asked: ”Brother Li, do you think the king of Beiliang intentionally released water, so as not to lose that bitch too ugly? If she loses all her face in Tai’an City, how can she still be the Martial Arts Alliance Master, isn’t that the reasoning?”

Song Tinglu said with blank eyes, “Master himself said, Xuanyuan Qingfeng is a serious Great Heavenly Image realm, his cultivation is no less than Xuanyuan Dapan who witnessed the Dao with his power back then, this kind of martial artist, no matter whether it’s his body or state of mind, it’s not something that ordinary martial arts masters can compare to. Sister, you really think that the world of Xu invincible ah, we have Cao Guanzi Peach Blossom Sword God of the two great masters of Liyang, in the Northern Liang show off is one thing, out of the Northern Liang, that is another thing! You see, when Cao Deng’s two great masters come out, surname Xu will be beaten back to his original form!”

Chai Qingshan didn’t stand with the three juniors of Jianchi, but he also didn’t have the same leisure as Cao Changqing Chen Zhi Bao Wu see a few people, the old man had been closing his eyes and gazing, carefully capturing the two streams of qi flowing on the street.

Chai Qingshan sighed, and in a flash the figure of this great master of the Way of the Sword was gone from the spot. A cool autumn breeze swept by over the window, and in the next moment, only Chai Qingshan could be seen standing on the steps in front of the restaurant.

And behind a window of the inn on the opposite side of the street, the old master of the Wu Clan’s Sword Mound, Wu See, quickly reached out his sleeve, and two of his fingers gently knocked on the window bars.

Wu see in front of this side of the street, from the lower Mawei stage hall to the end of the street hundreds of feet away, from the roof of the building to the ground, stood up a vague curtain of sword qi, ripples.

This side of the spectators only feel a sudden coolness coming on the face, such as a hot summer day in the deep pool attached.

On the other side of the street, Chai Qingshan gently stomped his foot, and the entire street looked like it trembled violently.

In the Wu family sword mound and the East Vietnam sword pool two sword road master, respectively, a knock finger a stomp, all the people only found purple python robes outside the center of the circle, the verdant stone street surface appeared ten million as thick as a wrist as thin as an earthworm mottled cracks, constantly to the street on both sides of the madness, just like a flood breaks down the embankment, raging rushed to the two sides of the building within the hundreds of spectators, scared many people’s liver gall to crack, but was thinking of coming to the lower Mawei to catch a glimpse of the Northern Liang King style, can be Never thought of taking their own lives in. Fortunately, these wandering as small snakes of cracked lines, in the rain curtain before hitting the Wu see knocking finger sword gas into a wall, the momentum slightly stagnant, although soon cracks along the “wall” upward climbing along, but in the climb to about with the restaurant inn and other door high place, the momentum finally to the human eye visible speed exhaustion down, all this is noiseless.

And densely packed gap in to Chai Qingshan that side of the rapid spread dispersed, to the East Vietnam sword pool patriarch’s feet steps as the boundary, in that straight line above, at the same time bombing explosion, dust flying.

Li Yi Bai lamented, “In two successive matches, Xuanyuan Qingfeng lost to the King of Northern Liang, and at the same time, our Patriarch lost to the Wu Family Sword Pond’s Family Head.”

Song Tinglu said indignantly: “Master and Wu family ancestor are finger Xuan sword art to block Xuanyuan Qingfeng pouring qi, master is hard to touch, so only made some noise, Wu family ancestor on the city of sinister more, not only out of the move fancy, seems to be a static win master half a chip, in fact, master as long as the use of our sword clan’s secret ‘mountain high water deep sword Qi long’ seven Deep Sword Qi Long’ any one of the seven swords, the same is not bad!”

The young girl didn’t have so much exuberant sense of clan honor, and bristled, “Master used his bottom-of-the-barrel sword technique, and the old man of the Wu family just did it casually, so isn’t Master still losing? Not to mention that in that case, Master even lost in terms of temperament.”

The teenager said in a depressed manner, “Senior sister!”

Because of Xuanyuan Ziyi’s appearance, the young girl who was already in a bad mood held her sword and glared, “What? Are you upset?!”

The teenager resentfully whispered, “Autumn high, autumn high.”

Li Yi Bai suddenly reminded, “You guys pay attention to the Northern Liang King’s side!”

Xu Fengyen and Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood facing each other, the two of them were only two feet apart.

Xu Fengyen had his hands behind his back and looked calm.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng also did not have the fatigue after a life and death battle, but the hem of her skirt, which she had pulled up in a small knot when she arrived, had been loosened.

The knot had been untied.

Only Xuanyuan Qingfeng had that extra piece of withered leaf in her hand, and said in an indifferent tone, “Three years later I will be among the Land Gods, and the Great Snow Ping will be divided into life and death.”

Xu Fengnian smiled, “If I’m not dead by then, regardless of whether you’ve become a Land Immortal or not, I’ll go to Hui Mountain to take a look there without any surprises.”

Xuanyuan Qingfeng twisted the sycamore leaf with both fingers and narrowed his eyes, his breath somber.

Xu Fengnian’s lips moved slightly, not making a sound. But Xuanyuan Qingfeng knew what he was saying.

Xu Fengyen’s meaning was very simple, wanting to use him as a whetstone to defeat him and thus ascend to the top of the martial arts path, it was too early now. At present, Tai’an City, Cao Changqing, Deng Ta’a, Xu Yanbing, Chen Zhi Bao, Luoyang, these great masters are “staring” here, how can you Xuan Yuan Qingfeng’s turn to take the lead.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng does not move.

Dragon claw old acacia tree, huh girl frowned, buttocks under the branches gently trembling, but she hesitated, or choose to sit quietly in place.

Only to see the street that should have been dead “corpse”, the figure of the storm, and this time is finally complete out of the knife.

“Dead body” figure as land up tornado, blade bloomed brilliant snow-white electric light, like a ball of light, the ground ripped open a gully, broken green stone crazy splash.

The momentum of the rolling blade had a few moments of Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s style when he appeared.

And unlike Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s bright and honorable appearance, this one’s violent and murderous appearance was especially treacherous and ferocious.

Li Yi Bai, the jianghu people who were able to notice the difference at the first time, all thought that it would be a bloody fight, but the next moment the scene made them feel absurd to the extreme, it seems to be fighting for his life in the proximity of the young king of the clan of about five paces, violently folded, and then a little bit of toes, will be swept over the high building, this is intended to escape?

Xu Fengyen did not even look at Zhao Hook leader, but looked towards the entrance of a restaurant.

The amazing momentum of the guy, suddenly quietly hovered in the air, not rise or fall, just so “hanging” there.

Li Haoran suddenly realized that this “teenager” is like a piece of porcelain, was struck with a small hammer thousands of times, the porcelain itself has actually been cracked, but did not break open.

The Zhao Hook leader, who had been rejuvenated by a secret technique and successfully pretended to be dead, was really too dead to die this time.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng rose up from the ground, and the purple rainbow swept away.

While almost everyone was looking at the still teenager or Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s passing figure, a middle-aged Confucian with frosty temples crossed the threshold and slowly walked down the steps.

Under the sunlight, the green-shirted Confucian did not turn around to face the young vassal king.

Xu Fengyen wore a smile on his face, his hands lowered, gently shaking his sleeves.

At the end of the street, an unimpressive middle-aged swordsman was the first to come into view, followed by the second and the third, each of whom, regardless of appearance or demeanor, was the same!

But no one was holding a sword style, it was slightly different.

The leader of the swordsmen was that Peach Blossom Sword God’s famous “Inverted Tai’a”.

He, or rather they, keep stepping on the green stone path leading to the Lower Mawei Stage House.

Same person, different swords.

Meanwhile, the green-shirted Confucian scholar twisted a chess piece in his fingers, gently released it, and let it slowly fall to the ground.

The piece fell more than half a foot, and he began to turn his back towards the group of swordsmen, striding towards Xu Fengyen.

The dozens of swordsmen who had already appeared on the street, after the chess piece fell, all the swords in their hands, no matter what kind of holding position, the tip of the sword did not move, but the body of the sword started to bend downward without exception.

However, the phenomenon was not only here.

The young feudal lord in python robes stood still.

But to his left and right, an old man in sheepskin fur appeared at the same time, with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, unconcerned about the world’s affairs.

A short old man with a sword case on his back, grinning, missing incisors.

A stout, barefoot, white-haired, hemp-clothed old man, arms around his chest, imposing.

A tall old man in Wudang Taoist robes, slowly raising his hand, making a finger to break the river style.

There was a black-clothed monk, rubbing his head with a stern face.

There was a eunuch in a big red python robe, with his hands interlaced with ten fingers on his abdomen.

Chai Qingshan sat directly on the threshold of the restaurant with very little patriarchal demeanor, looking at the old man wearing a pair of straw shoes beside the young feudal king.

Chai Qingshan’s eyes were in a trance.

The old ancestor of the Wu family’s sword mound rested his elbow on the window bar and smiled.

The old eunuch who was holding the pen of the Secretarial Supervisor, saw this scene and his lips turned white.

Chen Zhi Bao finally came near the window, followed by Song Tanglu, the eunuch in charge of the Secretarial Supervisor in civilian clothes, who looked at the elder in the street with the big red python coat with a complicated expression.

The sable-hatted girl on the old acacia tree, stopped gnawing on the big cake, I do not know whether she is full, or thinking of leaving some of that person to eat.

The big battle is imminent!

Everyone can not help but hold their breath. No more clamor, drop needle can be heard.

Three of the four great masters of the world, the three land deities of Liyang, the new Emperor Xu Fenian, the great official Cao Changqing, and the Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Ta’a.

Gathered together in the capital, a three-legged race.

All of them fought one against two!