Chapter 325 – Full of Lotus

Two quarters of an hour later, Huaiyang Pass thousands of generals and soldiers really all withdrew from Huaiyang Pass, can be seen in the Northern Liang border army’s well-organized, as well as Chen Zhi Bao’s insight into the military affairs of the subtle.

White Fox face in following Chu Lu Shan together with the last out of the city, suddenly turned the horse, pulled out the waist hanging pendant embroidered winter spring thunder double knife, thrown high, thrown toward the city.

That small courtyard, Xu Fengyen walked down the steps, Chen Zhi Bao slowly walked out of the house where the coffin was placed, stood on the steps, the tip of the gun of the plum wine in his hand, instantly turned green to purple.

In the face of Xu Fengyen’s martial arts appraisal master, even if he was seriously injured, no matter how arrogant and impetuous Chen Zhi Bao, who now possessed the qi of Western Shu, was, he still would not have the slightest intention to underestimate him.

Chen Zhi Bao lightly a gun straight forward, for some reason, absolutely no one imagines that kind of air swallowed mountains and rivers of majestic momentum, purple qi overflowing plum wine in the slightly sideways Xu Fengyen’s chest, Chen Zhi Bao flicked his wrist, the original taut body of the gun was bent like a bow, bouncing towards Xu Fengyen’s chest, it is the gun fairy Wang Xiu four words in the arc of the skill, Xu Fengyen one hand gently pushed on the top of the arc of the gun body, the plum wine was not pushed out, but instantaneously, it is the first time to see a gun. Xu Fengyen changed his palm into a finger, his body slowly backed up, walking leisurely, pointing, and “pointing” the dark power of the collapsing gun, which is one of Wang Xiu’s most famous skills.

Suddenly, Xu Fengyen’s figure was hit by a heavy hammer, his feet slid backwards, and he finally stopped at the moment before he was about to lean against the high wall of the small courtyard, and the back of his lapel might only be a hair’s breadth away from the wall.

Xu Fengyen swallowed a mouthful of blood, his hands gently waved his sleeves, forcibly suppressing the raging and undulating like a tidal wave of fluffy qi in his body. Eating a not so small boring loss, Xu Fengyen gently exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, looking at the white-clothed Shu King who did not take advantage of the victory after a shot, it is very strange, this person’s qi flow in a flash is not outstanding, only five to six hundred miles, not to mention that it is not comparable to Cao Changqing Deng Tai’a and others who easily did seven to eight hundred miles, not to mention that Li Chungang’s life in the battle of the Guangling River, a sword breaks the armor of 2,000 six hundred miles, crossing the threshold of the celestials which is hailed as a heavenly being by Lu Zu. In terms of the flow of qi alone, I am afraid that Chen Zhi Bao is still no match for Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who is now a rising star in the Central Plains Jianghu.

Since ancient times, there has been a battle between qi and potential techniques in the sword path, and the world’s martial arts is also the same, but no one can deny the importance of one qi stretches, that is almost a jianghu martial arts person’s establishment of the fundamentals.

But even though Chen Zhi Bao’s qi flow is not impressive, but still able to integrate Wang Xiu’s four-word skill within one shot, as if only three or four points of strength, will be able to have a very flowing writing.

Chen Zhi Bao, who had the advantage in one move, blandly said, “This shot is for the 300,000 iron horsemen of Beiliang to whip you, and those Beiliang border troops whose names have already been engraved on the stone monument should not have to be so stifled.”

Xu Fengnian did not make any verbal argument with Chen Zhi Bao, slowly raising his momentum.

Previously Guangling River battle, Xu Fengyen has long been taught Chen Zhi Bao’s plum wine, not to mention the original teach Chen Zhi Bao’s gun skills of the Spring and Autumn great master Wang Xiu, this is the Northern Liang people’s origins, but also Xu Yan Bing Han Laoshan two masters for the Xu family for many years, as a matter of fact Xu Fengyen close to a building, but also on their own to the world of the world’s mixed martial arts will be able to understand, on the king of Xiu’s gun skills even if not to say that the peak of the art, on its powerful essence of the place also should be know it like the back of his hand, but once you really face Chen Zhi Bao’s ghostly plum wine, there is always a kind of inexplicable force has not yet caught the feeling, a little bit like the heart but not enough power, even if Xu Fengyen in the realm above the steadily winning a chip, but when the real time to go out, it is difficult to do the force out of the ten points, we must know that Xu Fengyen faced at that time known as the manpower of a man to suppress martial arts assessment of the nine people of the Wang Xianzhi, or even be able to force out of the twelve points, with the top trek bodhisattva that time in the Western region The time when he fought with Tuoba Bodhisattva in the Western Region, he was able to give twelve points of strength, and he was able to fight for thousands of miles, and he was able to give all his strength from the beginning to the end of the battle.

Now, after Xu Fengnian was seriously injured by Tuoba Bodhisattva, it was more and more difficult for him to cope with the plum wine.

However, no matter how critical the situation was, Xu Fengyen did not complain to the heavens or resent Chen Zhi Bao for taking advantage of the fire.

This is similar to the difficult situation of Beiliang now, since the world situation has been so, to live, do not care about the North Mang army away from the temple of Yang means is not enough justice, in fact, you can not even by you Beiliang to take into account those.

As the old saying goes, do your best to listen to fate, Xu Fengyen always firmly believe that listen to the fate of heaven or not, or fate is good or bad, is a very secondary thing, what you have to do is to do your best, in the self-cognizant that the personnel is not yet finished, can never give up.

At this time, embroidered winter spring thunder long and short double knives from outside the city of Huaiyang Pass fell into the city of small courtyard, Xu Fengyen indifferent, let the double knives inserted in the courtyard on the ground, and Chen Zhi Bao also did not stop the fall of the two famous knives, only the tip of the gun gently trembling, purple qi slightly shaking.

It was not that Xu Fengnian did not want to receive the Embroidered Winter Spring Thunder, but he could not.

Chen Zhi Bao once again struck, swept to a place about one shot away from Xu Fengyen who was standing at the root of the corner.

But the next moment, Xu Fengyen seems to be motionless, while Chen Zhi Bao’s swift shot is stuck on Xu Fengyen’s left side a few steps away, plum wine gently against the wall, point to point.

Only to see Xu Fengyen’s chest shirt was wiped out a crack, gradually blood seeped out.

Xu Feng Nian frowned, Chen Zhi Bao’s shot was fast, it was originally stabbed in a straight line, but it was not fast enough for Xu Feng Nian to avoid, so Xu Feng Nian took three steps across, but in an instant, the tip of Plum Zi Jiu’s gun appeared at his heart.

Therefore when Xu Fenian returned to his original position, his clothes were still being rubbed by the not so sharp tip of the gun.

Chen Zhi Bao slowly retrieved the plum wine.

The secluded small courtyard had not closed its door, and a gentle breeze was blowing on his face.

The corner of the small courtyard has a jujube tree, fruitful, a green and red jujube, hanging all over the branches.

Whenever the autumn wind to the northwest, almost every family in northern Liang will hit the jujube eat jujube, that is, the physical strength of the weak children can easily shake down, some first-time women have not yet given birth to a child of the married woman, according to the custom, but also will be standing under the jujube tree, by the family’s late generation of children to pick those branches and trunks of the slender jujube tree, shake vigorously, and let the red jujube smashed in the top of the head, the symbolism of the early birth of a noble son.

The inconspicuous jujube tree, suddenly there is a jujube silently leave the branch, and the lower branches and other jujube bumping all the way, and then fell to the ground.

Xu Fengyen made an unimaginable movement, hands inserted into sleeves, after making this gesture as if he was waiting for death, his face was a bit pale, looking towards Chen Zhi Bao.

After the jujube tree, which was even more inconspicuous than the jujube tree, gently fell on the ground, it unexpectedly exploded with a bang.

The pole of plum wine in Chen Zhi Bao’s hand was like being hit by an invisible flying sword.

Thunder fell on earth and rang in the sky.

This is where the divine intent of Gu Jiantang’s best technique, Square Inch Thunder, lies.

But the wrist of Qi harnessing all things as flying swords, the realm where the heart goes where the sword goes, was the root of the Wu Family Sword Graveyard’s Sword Dao.

With the first jujube off the branch to the ground, violently falling jujube like rain, one by one rush to the ground, some dull explosion, some quiet fall to the ground.

Chen Zhi Bao surrounded by a circle of ripples, varying in height, such as countless small stones smashed in the calm lake, the mysterious picture, like an immortal handwriting, in a snow white rice paper out of thin air blossomed a lotus flower.

Chen Zhi Bao closed his eyes and gripped the plum wine tightly, even if the ripples rippled three feet above his head at one point, he still did not dodge, not to mention handing out a shot to break the stalemate.

A circle of ripples spread slightly in the air just inches above his shoulder.

Chen Zhi Bao was waiting, patiently waiting for Xu Fengyen’s killer move, waiting for the moment when Xu Fengyen’s heart started to kill, as for those seemingly subtle ripples, they were nothing more than a painless blindfold.

For Chen Zhi Bao nowadays plum wine, there is no flawless forehand, his aftermath, confident that is the face of the world’s unrivaled killing power is claimed to be Deng Tai’a, can also be broken by a gun, so no matter with whom to do a battle of life and death, he counts as invincible, not to mention that the young feudal lord in front of this celestial body has been the end of the crossbow.

Some ripples in Chen Zhi Bao far away from the extremely “careless” swing.

When the tree full of jujube fell out.

Xu Fengyen’s sleeve slightly moved, and a small and exquisite flying sword hovered quietly in front of him.

At the same time, the ripples that had originally faded around Chen Zhi Bao resurfaced.

Large and small, high and low.

In each ripple, another snow-white lotus flower swayed.

A small courtyard, like a lotus flower in full bloom, vaguely has a clear and pleasant tinkling sound.

This was the Thunder Pool of Tai’an City’s Gatekeeper, Artemisia Liu’s Master, as well as the Great Yellow Court of Wudang’s old Sect Master Wang Chonglou.

The Thunder Pool was full of lotus flowers.

In a desperate place, it is alive and vibrant.