Chapter 345: Facing North and Turning South
The rain was as moist as crisp, like that graceful beauty slowly weaving beaded curtains.
Above the young eunuch’s hand, the rainwater condensed into a navy blue water ball, suspended in the air and stopped, slightly undulating, vaguely emerging electric flashes, fire dragons wandering in general.
Xu Fengnian, who was holding the hilt of his sword, had his pupils slightly shrunk.
Heavenly thunder.
A worldly man holding heavenly thunder in his hand?
It was just that this kind of thing happened to this resident eunuch, rather than being strange.
At this moment, the young eunuch no longer had the warm breath from earlier, facing Xu Fengnian who stood by the sword half a zhang away, his face was solemn, his eyes as black as ink.
Like a dragon looking at a python, both overlooking and belittling, but also contains a thunderous anger.
Before this, the two sat in the well and watched the sky when discussing the road, the young eunuch is not like a stomping foot to let the jianghu tremble three great masters of martial arts, but like a young private tutor, unsmiling, stereotypical and withdrawn, but with the eyes of the person’s mannerisms can be described as a modest gentleman, the sharpness of the inner convergence.
But the more this kind of person, when abnormal, especially terrible.
This is like when the self-proclaimed second in the world of Wang Xianzhi, suddenly one day threatened to be the first person, in that sixty years, naturally, who blocked who died, I’m afraid that Deng Ta’a Cao Changqing, including all the future great splendor of the jianghu style, will die early.
Another example is after the mountain after the Hong Zaixiang really angry, and what will be the scene? That must be unimaginable.
Perhaps Xu Fengnian, who ironically wanted to kill people, also counted, so Hong Jingyan died right under the eyes of Tuoba Bodhisattva.
The unnamed Liyang eunuch in front of him was exactly like that.
His five fingers slightly shrunk, the heavenly thunder on his palm instantly seeped into his hand and dissipated, but his entire arm suddenly presented a treacherous sight of a fire dragon lingering.
The young eunuch breathed long, vaguely between the seven orifices there are seven slender white breath spit in and out, white as sheep’s fat beautiful jade face above, as if hanging upside down seven white snakes.
At the same time, Xu Fengyen not only unsheathed his sword, but also rotated his body forward in an instant, feet off the ground, sleeves fluttering, and simply slashed at the young eunuch with a rolling sword.
The latter only raised the arm that had “swallowed” a heavenly thunderbolt, and clamped his fingers around the cool blade that contained Xu Fengnian’s abundant divine intent.
Two fingers holding a white rainbow.
Between the fingers, sparks of electricity were splashing wildly, reflecting the young eunuch’s face in all its splendor.
Xu Fengnian, who was like another heavenly eye opening between his eyebrows, silently chanted, Kaishu Style.
The tip of the blade pointing at the young eunuch’s brow suddenly blossomed into a majestic astral energy as thick as an arm.
The young eunuch’s head tilted, although close at hand, although the power of that dab of astral energy was equal to that of a bed crossbow shooting out within a hundred feet, when it was still easily dodged by him.
Only a few strands of hair at his temples that were cut by the powerful qi slowly drifted down in the rain.
While the young eunuch was skimming his head, his free left hand was as fast as thunder as it rushed towards Xu Fengyen’s chest.
He had heard from those learned scholars in the palace’s diligence room that there was a great wind in the southeast every year, destroying peaks and uprooting mountains and shaking city buildings.
Xu Fengyen was smashed in the chest by a punch, it seems to be motionless, but the purple and red date mark at the center of the eyebrow shook and rippled, it turned out that this punch, does not hurt the body but hurt the soul.
The young eunuch who succeeded in the punch said softly: “Abandon the sword.”
As these two words were spat out, he changed his fist into a palm, knocking a palm onto Xu Fengyen’s heart.
Under the palm, Xu Fenian’s entire robe shook violently with it, and the jade pendant hanging at his waist suddenly shattered into pieces.
Xu Fengyen was still holding the cool knife in his left hand, and remained still.
The young eunuch frowned slightly, his arm which had been holding the sword with both fingers wanted to move out, took two steps forward, and then slapped his palm on top of Xu Fenian’s forehead.
Xu Fenian’s entire body slid out backwards.
Both feet plowed a verdant cracked tens of feet gully on the ground of the small street, just the farther away from the young eunuch, from deep to shallow, and the rain behind Xu Fenian, squeezed by the majestic qi, tilted and hanging, clearly visible.
Xu Fengyen retreated a step backward with one foot and stepped forward with the other to stabilize his stance.
Both feet gently stepped on the green stone street surface, just like giving birth to two lotus flowers on the pond.
The young eunuch was slightly surprised, but then relieved.
The young feudal lord still pulled the cool sword of ordinary material from between his fingers.
Tonight in the rain of the battle between the two, is a realm of far-reaching temperament, with or without weapons is not the key to victory, not to mention that this cool knife is not a magic weapon, not to mention that it is still a piece of burden.
But the young king is so persistent in the reluctance to give up the knife, must be because of this person in the heart of some kind of deep-rooted ideas, it is in this knife above.
Maybe it is in the hands of this one Liang knife is very meaningful, but maybe it is all the Northern Liang knife in the hands can be.
Which one is it in the end, is very simple, breaking that Liang knife in his hand can be recognized.
The young eunuch raised his arm and casually wiped it.
Raindrops strung together into a line, eventually cohesion casting a three-foot Yi Qi sword.
The matter of borrowing a sword is not unfamiliar to Xu Fengyen who had once obtained the essence of Li Chun Gang, on the contrary, it is precisely the most familiar masters in the Jianghu Lake who are familiar with this matter, if Xu Fengyen claimed to be the second, I’m afraid that even Deng Tai’a, the God of the Peach Blossom Sword who had attained the Dao by sword art, was too embarrassed to claim to be the first.
But at this moment, Xu Fengyen saw this scene as if a strange picture that he had never seen before was spread before his eyes.
Not necessarily the young eunuch this move higher realm, both sides are celestial beings, there is no difference between high and low, but the young eunuch’s handiwork, the vigor of the strange, even if the eyes of the enemy, but also have to be sincerely admired.
If the old man’s borrowed sword, whether it is borrowing the real sword with others, or borrowing the sword with heaven and earth, there is a kind of I want to return Li ChunGang will return, I want to not return on not return, even if you are God can not help me.
Then this young eunuch took a different path. I don’t compete with heaven and earth, I just create myself between heaven and earth.
It’s like Li Chun Gang is not unable to do it, just too talented and gifted, so he is very lazy, but the young eunuch has that diligence.
The rain around Xu Fengnian seemed to stagnate for a moment, then his figure flickered away.
The young eunuch closed his eyes as if listening to the sound of rain.
Then casually swung his sword backward.
Three feet of rainwater disappeared after the sword was swung.
The young eunuch wiped out another sword from the rain, this time swinging it to the side of his left hand.
One sword after another.
The rain did not abate, the rain did not stop, and the young eunuch had already switched the three-foot sword in his hand sixty times.
Xu Fengyen never showed up, if not for the young eunuch never stops throwing his sword in all directions, probably Mi Fengjie Fan Xiaochai and the two of them would have thought that the young feudal lord had withdrawn from the small street.
The young eunuch’s demeanor was idle, and he still had the energy to speak when he shot out his sword: “In my mind, excluding Lu Dongxuan, whose existence itself symbolizes the peak of the world, Gao Shulu, Li Chungang, and Wang Xianzhi, these three are considered to be invincible when they are at the peak of their respective spirit, and they are not invincible at all times, for example, Li Chungang’s reappearance at the shore of the Guangling River and Wang Xianzhi’s stay at Emperor Wu of the East China Sea. When Wang Xianzhi stayed in Wudi City in the East China Sea instead of in Northern Liang, at that time, even if I was in Tai’an City, I was no match for them. I’m afraid that only Lu Zu can match them, and both sides are bound to fight soundly and win against each other.”
“As for you, Xu Fengnian, you are still inferior after all. In fact, as long as you don’t give up your past life predecessor, you can also reach that height, it’s just that you don’t want to be under the fence, and destroyed this fortune on your own. Otherwise, who can stop you, Xu Fengnian, from doing whatever you want? Kill the emperor Zhao Zhuan, and then get away with it, how hard can it be? Whether or not Northern Liang can stop the millions of iron cavalry of Northern Mang, what does it have to do with you enjoying your own heavenly oblivion?”
The young Vassal King never showed up nor answered.
This imposing young eunuch was also unimpressed and gently waved his sleeve.
Heaven and earth were silent.
The rain that covered the sky on the small street was completely still and stopped.
On the green stone board, the rainwater no longer flowed downwards.
Xu Fengyen, who had nothing to hide, stood under a roof at the end of the street, just like a passerby hiding from the rain.
The young eunuch reached out his hand, bent his index finger, and gently flicked a drop of rainwater hovering above his head.
The vision collapsed.
The rain continued to pour.
He looked toward the young feudal lord in the distance with the same peaceful demeanor, the cool sword in his hand had long since fragmented, coalescing only by virtue of a single intent to remain unshattered.
He asked curiously, “Being endowed with the Tongxuan cultivation of a Land God Immortal, coupled with holding 300,000 iron cavalry in hand, why is it that your mind is so unruly?”
Xu Fengnian slowly sheathed his sword.
Qingliang Mountain all knew that no matter when or where this Vassal King was, as long as he appeared in the crowd’s field of vision, he would almost always wear a cool sword.
Many people did not think deeply about the reason for this.
After the battle of Longye’er Plain, after the death of Qi Dangguo.
Xu Fengnian only removed his sword when he slept.
He didn’t want to be empty handed the next time someone needed him to save them.
Perhaps with his realm today, having a knife or no knife on his waist was no different.
However, Xu Fengnian still insisted.
Under the roof, the young feudal king walked down the steps and finally spoke, “People live a life, everything is only in accordance with the original intention, how different from the merciless grass that grows towards the sun?”
“For you care about people and not pleased, live not so painful, seemingly suffocating, in fact, why not a happy thing? At least someone is worth paying for.”
“Zhang Julu for the living people, Cao Changqing for that woman in his heart, my master Li Yishan for the people of Beiliang, Xu Snapdragon for his children ……”
Xu Fengnian finally asked with a smile, “Do you have one?”
The young eunuch who seemed to have been touched by the reverse scales changed his face slightly, his eyes turned cold, he stomped his foot heavily and said in a deep voice, “Out with the dragon!”
Inside the water well, a water dragon as thick as the size of a wellhead comparable to the size of a well crashed out crazily.
It lunged straight at Xu Fengnian.
The young official who was most familiar with the operation of heaven and earth’s qi knew best, Lu Zu’s reincarnation was still young, Wang Xianzhi had already ascended, Li Chungang had even become the past of the jianghu, and now Xu Fengyen was far from being able to return to the peak, then he was the real number one on earth, and would definitely not be able to become his own aversion to victory by casually encountering a childish kid eating sugar gourds on the street as Xu Fengyen jokingly put it.
His enemies were only in heaven and not on earth.
Xu Fengyen glanced down at the cool knife at his waist, breathed softly, crouched down, and extended his palm to the street.
Closing his eyes for some reason.
Then standing up, Xu Fengyen began to run forward.
The rain splashed and his steps were lotus flowers.
The young eunuch suddenly shouted angrily, “Xu Fenian, how dare you?!”
Xu Fenian went forward.
Behind him, there was a rider, an iron-armored warhorse, and one by one, the Northern Liang martyrs.
Although they died, their souls are still alive!
You want to cut my Northern Liang’s fortune with Zhao’s fortune.
Then come!
On the sands, the Northern Liang martyrs are all facing north and south.