Chapter 425: The Middle Kingdom Patriarch, Generous and Vastly Dead!

North Mang military god and young feudal king two may decide the fate of countless people in Liangmang life and death enemy, both intentionally or unintentionally will be the battlefield away from the refusal of the north city, the former is afraid of Xu Fengyen has not yet been consumed by the heaven’s way of the northern Liang qi, once have the refusal of the north city as a backing, may be in turn suppressed Tuoba bodhisattva not yet put out a killer mace, the latter is even more worried that the two people once the two people crashed into the refusal of the north city to kill, will most likely lead to eighteen patriarchs! The tragic results won by the joint fight against the enemy were completely canceled out by Tuoba Bodhisattva, who let go of his hands and wreaked havoc. When Xu Fengyen was drifting away, he told Wei Miao and Chai Qingshan, who still needed to confront thousands of cavalry, to be careful, and that contemporary patriarch of Dongyue Sword Pond’s eyes signaled that the young feudal lord did not need to worry about the battle situation here. Xu Fengyen hugged his fists to show his gratitude to the two Chinese patriarchs who had put life and death at risk, while Chai Qingshan smiled at them, his chest filled with bravado.

Chai Qingshan brow cracked, and chest by the North Mang a cut willow cut a bone deep blood groove, but compared to the seemingly miserable but did not hurt the fundamental qi of Chai Qingshan, the South Zhao Wei Miao is the real body trauma, whether it is the body or qi, are so. Wei Miao as a deserved southwest jianghu first master, no matter physical realm or martial arts attainments or temporary response to the enemy, can be said to be the world of martial arts first-class characters, only previously nicknamed half-face Buddha Murong Baoding and spider assassin Li Fengshou’s joint sneak attack, too insidious and vicious, coupled with the danger of taking advantage of the people, Wei Miao hard to resist Murong Baoding pouring two punches, especially the skull received that punch, in fact, has already led to rupture of the eardrums, the brain within a bruised blood. If not for Xu Fengyen holding back Tuoba Bodhisattva, at the same time, set out to kill Murong Baoding first at the expense of losing the first opportunity, forcing the stupid North Mang to hold the section of the order has not dared to make a move, which won a moment for Wei Miao to catch his breath, but also let Chai Qingshan’s momentum slightly recovered, or else by virtue of the Orange State 1,000 Winter Thunder elite riders, including the North Mang 4,000 riders, together with the eye of the Murong Baoding, the two masters! It is difficult to equalize the situation.

In fact, if Murong Baoding had the courage to gamble with his own life before, and chose to decisively strike Wei Miao to win the first hand for Tuoba Bodhisattva, perhaps the young feudal king will be in trouble under the refusal of the northern city, and even not without the possibility of ending the second Liangmang war in advance. But firstly, Tuoba Bodhisattva didn’t bother to open his mouth to ask for help from the order holder, and secondly, Murong Baoding, who was very ambitious and wanted to be in the Central Plains, was able to win a great victory that shook the whole world outside the Liangzhou Pass, and ate the left cavalry army of Lu Danyuan, which was a great achievement that was comparable to the first Liangmang war in which the king of the South Court, Dong Zhuo, broke through the Tiger City, so how was Murong Baoding willing to risk his life and do the wedding garment for other people? Lastly, in the interception on the Dragon’s Eye Plain, the new Liang King killed Hong Jingyan right under the eyes of Topaz Bodhisattva, so Murong Baoding had to weigh his options.

Murong Baoding did not rush to fight, looked at Wei Chai two Chinese martial arts masters, with a broken Chinese official accent, said: “In the sand field there is Lu Dayuan, in the jianghu there is Wei Miao Chai Qingshan, God treats me harshly for more than 40 years Murong Baoding, finally treat me not too thin for once. You have a saying in the Central Plains that there is no way out of a mountain, and there is a village in the darkness. It’s wonderful, it really sets the scene.”

After Tuoba Bodhisattva and the young feudal king were far away from this place, Murong Baoding, who was clad in silver armor, surged up, this royal relative who was originally known for his thick skin and flesh in the North Mang jianghu, even if he was on the list in the previous martial arts evaluation, he was ranked extremely low, because Murong Baoding was recognized to be good at defending but not good at attacking, and the giant of the devil’s path, Seed Rang, who had been brought from the second-grade small master straight into the Jiexuan realm, could be described as two extremes of the martial arts path of the North Mang. But Murong Baoding blatantly two punches seriously injured Wei Miao, obviously so many years has been in hiding, even in the early years and species Liang in Qingcang City ambush against Xu Fengyen, he is still from the beginning to the end of the deliberate concealment of their own cultivation. When it comes to the word “forbearance”, Murong Baoding really understands it well.

Wei Miao was silent, slowly exhaling, since this North Mang Festival Order holder was willing to talk about it, Wei Miao naturally would not actively pursue a quick battle.

Chai Qingshan carried his three-foot sword diagonally, his expression plain.

Murong Baoding mouth that line of poetry, in the Central Plains popular, only this half a bucket of water in the North Mang Prince probably will not be clear about the source, is the end of the Dafeng Dynasty to the border poetry to win the poet Prince of Heaven, that go to the country and nostalgia for the home of the Relegation of the Liangzhou old death poem.

The mountains are heavy, the willow is dark and the flowers are bright, only in the literal sense, has always been the most fascinating Jiangnan terroir, the spring is bright, the grass is long and the warblers are flying, the scenery is pleasant, how does not make people forget to go back.

On the contrary, this northwest of the outside, poor mountains, barren loess, gullies and ravines, the sky is high and low clouds, in this side of heaven and earth, the two long strong gas came to the face, directly hit the chest, that share of the cool and intense breath, as if to teach the stranger to take a few steps backward before they would stop.

Chai Qingshan walked to Wei Miao’s side, smiled and said: “The fist has Wei Miao, the world has no fist. Well deserved!”

Wei Miao grinned gently and did not make a sound.

Xu Fengnian once laughed and said that he had seen countless masters in his life, among them, the red-robed python cat Han Shengxuan, the capital’s first swordsman Qi Jiajie, Huishan purple Xuanyuan Qingfeng, the three appearances are the most powerful.

And to Li Chun Gang, sword nine yellow, Wei Miao, three people most unlike the master.

Chai Qingshan continued to laugh: “Since the world can not be without Wei Miao, the Central Plains sword forest but there are countless young talent, death of one or two old guys, there will always be a number of up-and-coming talent to replace, just East Vietnam sword pool will have my two disciples single bait clothes Song Tinglu, the future is destined to rise, so Wei Miao, this battle, I come first.”

Chai Qingshan’s implication.

It is I who will die first.

Wei Miao, who was in dire need of recuperation and recovery, did not reject the goodwill of this Sword Dao Patriarch, and said in a deep voice, “I, Wei Miao, can’t say big words in my life, I only dare to promise that I will not let Old Brother Chai go lonely.”

Chai Qingshan hesitated and sighed, “Brother Wei, don’t die if you can! You are different from me, there are still people waiting for you in Reject North City.”

Unexpectedly the short stature leg tied white cloth Wei Miao smiled, clenched both fists, narrowed his eyes and softly said, “After she married me, so many years together walking in the jianghu, due to my skin is too ordinary, also do not love to show off, encounter things, is able to do not fight will never go out, and the nature of the jumping and vivacious she is that… … like a flower like jade, as if never let her feel married to a long face of the good family, always joked that she married a man is not heroic enough, so today, as her man, I Wei Miao want to do something for her …….”

Wei Miao stopped talking.

Murong Baoding smiled angrily, “Two, can you have last words to say? In the future, I Murong Baoding into the master of the Central Plains, and that the Central Plains clothing Jiji full of civil and military reminiscence of the past, also have a pile of talk.”

Chai Qingshan crossed his sword in front of his body, shook his head and laughed loudly, “A Northern Mang dog’s head, not worth a few pennies, it is really a disgrace to my newly forged sword ‘Green Water’!”

Murong Baoding’s face was gloomy, tsked, “It is said that there are two sword schools in the world, since the withered sword of Wu family’s sword mound has been cleaned up by someone, then let me learn about the new sword of East Vietnam’s sword pool!”

Chai Qingshan toed his toes and swept his body forward, a brilliant green rainbow swept across Murong Baoding’s chest.

“Dying struggle! But half of the qi from his heyday, what’s the harm in me letting your old dog surnamed Chai make a hundred swords first?!” The corner of Murong Baoding’s mouth pulled up a sneer, and without dodging, he erected his arms in front of his body.

The sword blade wiped on top of Murong Baoding’s silver arm armor, cutting iron like mud, only to break through the armor and land on the sleeve of this Orange State’s festival order holder, like fine iron striking against each other, resounding with an unusual sound of gold and stone.

Murong Baoding frowned, his figure retreating. He made up his mind to consume Chai Qingshan’s qi little by little, apart from his own physique which was known as the great vajra realm which was one in ten thousand of pure martial artists, and which was claimed to be not inferior to the Buddhist monk Longshu and Li Dangxin, a pair of the two Zen temple masters and disciples of the incorruptible body, what was more important was that this armor on him was the top class collection in the state treasury in Northern Mang, cast in the early stage of Ganlu, and used to be a secret treasure of the royal family of Dafeng, and the material was rumored to be the same as that of one of the Four Great Patriarchs of Spring and Autumn, the The material is said to be the same as the red armor of one of the four great masters of the Spring and Autumn period, Murong Baoding supplemented with this armor, originally thought that it was against the peach blossom sword god Deng Tai’a who was the first in the killing power, also could carry two or three swords, but unexpectedly in a flash, was not lightly injured Chai Qingshan’s sword broke open the arm armor, which made Murong Baoding converge on the Central Plains masters of the underestimation of the mind.

In fact, Li Fengshou, who was good at assassination, made a good start and a bad start.

Li Fengshou almost willow leaf a sword attack to kill Chai Qingshan, by no means Chai Qingshan strength is not good, but he and Murong Baoding with seamless cooperation, especially Chai Qingshan’s high sword art, champion of the southeast of the Central Plains, no half water.

If you say that the world boxing master, Wei Miao outside of the only remaining Wudi City woman Lin Crow can stand alone.

Then the Central Plains sword forest, indeed, as Chai Qingshan said, a peak after a peak, continuous, the scene is how great! By no means outside of Deng Tai’a will have no swordsman, by no means outside of Li Chun Gang two sleeves of green snake will have no sword moves!

Since Murong Bao Ding is a big deal, Chai Qingshan has the power not to spare people, a sword in the air, just like the waterfall show long neon, Murong Bao Ding in front of the sword overflowing, such as hanging waterfalls.

Murong Baoding took a deep breath, finally no longer hope to rely on the value of the precious armor and adamantine body purely hard to resist, out of the fist swiftly, as fast as the thunder, a fist hit in the abundant sword qi molded waterfall above, a sound of banging sound.

The fist shattered the sword qi, presenting the appearance of floating clouds scattering snow.

Chai Qingshan does not think, broken step quickly forward, a sword straight forward, although the hands of the three-foot long sword “green water” straight stab Murong Baoding eyebrow, but at the same time, between the two, the green water sword surrounded by no less than forty sword qi, the sword qi each agitation forward, the sword but the same line of meaning.

Chai Qingshan this sword in the year of enlightenment from the spring occasional feeling, the old East Vietnam territory has a big Feng tea saint commented on the world’s third largest spring, the middle way is the protruding rock block, the water slightly stagnant splash, hundreds of strands of fine water flow, have fallen into the spring pool. Chai Qingshan had with two of his favorite disciples said that this sword practice to the extreme, a gas eighty sword, diamond into pieces.

Unfortunately, here and now, this sword master can only be a gas across forty swords, but even so, the sword is already very grand and horrifying.

Murong Baoding angrily grunted, even had the intention to retreat, stout figure stormed back at the same time, the horizontal arm out five fingers like a hook, harnessing the qi to catch a rider with a horse, blocking the majestic sword qi created before the rain of swords long curtain.

Chai Qingshan stabbed his sword into the horse’s head, flicked his wrist, and the poor horse and rider were immediately split into pieces and spattered out.

Taking advantage of this gap, Murong Baoding in the end is one of the few martial arts masters in North Mang, a heavy foot stomping out, a foot back half a step, body momentum instantly climbed to the top, expected Chai Qingshan will continue to rush forward, a fist to the air in front of him, fist explosion, breaking the air and go.

In the face of Murong Baoding’s overbearing fist, Chai Qingshan’s one man and one sword did not stagnate, and continued to float forward, only that the old man slightly sideways, letting that astral deity explode and shatter his left shoulder, and accurately stabbed Murong Baoding’s chest with a sword as fast as a stunning rainbow.

Injury for injury, death for death.

Murong Baoding’s qi sank into his dantian, and in this instant, he actually recognized that he had no power to fight back, and chose to fight to the death.

Inside the body of the rapid flow of qi, a face glows with dark yellow color, feet rooted in the earth, immovable as a mountain.

The three foot green blade, sword qi broke through the armor, like a bamboo.

After the tip of the sword against Murong Baoding’s chest, the long sword bends, all of a sudden like an arc moon, and finally nearly a full moon!

Shoulder crushed blood covered Chai Qingshan laughed loudly, “Roll!”

The sturdy Murong Baoding was picked off by this sword and smashed out like a kite with broken strings!

After landing heavily, Murong Baoding’s face was slightly white, he did not look down, still staring at the aged swordsman, but just reached out and wiped his hand, the palm of his hand was scarlet.

Chai Qingshan, who was caught in the heavy siege of the North Mang cavalry, had to use his sword to kill those outlawed cavalrymen who swarmed around him.

So between the two, the line of sight was blocked.

Murong Baoding took the opportunity to slap the ground with his palm and got back up to stand, having a few palpitations. This old fellow, somewhat difficult to deal with!

Unwilling to fight hard anymore, Murong Baoding continuously swept back and said in irritation, “Crash him to death!”

With Chai Qingshan as the center of the circle, the Northern Mang iron cavalry began to charge sharply and ram.

The cavalrymen at the outermost perimeter finally had the chance to show off the riding and shooting skills of the steppe cavalry, and the nobleman’s ten thousand captain who was scared out of his wits had already given the death order to just shoot and kill, regardless of whether it was the enemy or us!

Chai Qingshan, who had to stop the cavalry from charging and break through the rain of arrows, his sword was like a swimming dragon, and when he was caught in a dead end, the old man was still trying to break through the cavalry formation to chase and kill the Tangerine Prefecture Holding Order, but his blood was turning a strange black and blue color due to the wound on his chest caused by his qi pulling, and he was only a hair’s breadth away from breaking out of the encirclement that the Northern Mang cavalrymen had piled up with their lives.

Retreating again and again Murong Baoding has retreated to the front of that Winter Thunder elite cavalry, his face is hideous, viciously spit a mouthful of blood, if not for a cut off the willow’s sword quenched with poison, maybe it really want to be pursued by this Chai Qingshan to this point. Not that he will lose, Murong Baoding still have confidence in slowly consume this old man, but the certain death of Chai Qingshan’s life, how can be compared with his Murong Baoding’s life!

He paid more attention to Wei Miao, if that guy wanted to leave behind the certain death of Chai Qingshan to withdraw to the north, with Murong Baoding’s injuries, he had full certainty that he would be stopped.

From the refusal of the north of the city head to the north, or from the high sitting horseback winter thunder elite rider to the south, only to see the old man where the big circle, layer after layer of the North Mang cavalry, to the center of the circle to charge and kill constantly.

Chai Qingshan one person and one sword, stood by the sword, surrounded by dead people, corpses and bones.

Murong Baoding raised his head violently.

An explosive sound suddenly rang out, then a figure fell from the air.

Murong Baoding could only tilt his head in haste, interlocking his arms and blocking the top of his head.

Murong Baoding was smashed by the punch and half of his body sank into the ground!

It turned out that Wei Miao had directly crossed over the heads of the North Mang cavalry and directly found Murong Baoding, it didn’t matter whether he retreated or not.

Murong Baoding’s arms protected his head by instinct, and sure enough, Wei Miao pressed down on the former’s head with one hand and slammed his knee into the ground!

Murong Baoding was knocked backward, plowing a deep ditch several feet long.

Dusty, yellow sand, Wei Miao punch fast, so fast that people only see a piece of shadow, wearing silver armor Murong Baoding back and forth.

Wei Miao punches violently up and down hard, such as the strength of the avalanche bow, hair like a thunderbolt! Hard to open Murong Baoding’s center door, bursting out again and again!

Finally, Wei Miao’s punches are like holding a baby in his arms.

The name of the move does not show the ferocity, but it is the most ferocious.

The old generation of jianghu boxing masters have long been casket, this style of boxing to tens of thousands of times, before seeing the bottom of the power, strength to hair!

Wei Miao practicing boxing obsessive, never to talent outstanding and slack for a moment, since the young learned this style, day after day diligently, into the mountain to destroy giant trees, into the water whacking the river, may have been a million punches!

A fist is like crashing a big bell with a loud bang.

After being picked out by Chai Qingshan’s sword, Murong Baoding, who occupies the right place and time, was once again smashed by Wei Miao’s fist and flew out for more than ten feet, and dozens of Winter Thunder elite riders who could not dodge were crashed to death on the spot!

This Southern Zhao martial arts master, who should have made a big splash in the Central Plains Jianghu, beat Murong Baoding in the sand field outside of Refuse North City, in the sight of thousands of Northern Mang cavalrymen, and made Murong Baoding in a terrible mess, and his qi was shaking! The beating caused Murong Baoding’s body cloaked treasure armor to be pitted and almost completely damaged!

Murong Baoding, whose body was shaking, roared, “Again!”

Wei Miao, like a shadow, left arm outstretched, around to Murong Baoding ear, palm against the temple, seems to be a light slap, far taller than Wei Miao Murong Baoding feet off the ground, Wei Miao right hand a fist of thunder in the latter’s abdomen.

The body that originally flew backwards was pulled back by Wei Miao’s left hand, and another punch was smashed on the abdomen.

The scene was comical and tragic.

Murong Baoding’s tilted body hanging in the air never landed, and was thus stepped forward step by step by Wei Miao, and blasted the latter’s abdomen with one punch after another.

Wei Miao’s last punch, which was also the last punch of his life, smashed heavily on Murong Baoding’s bloody abdomen after his precious armor was broken.

Murong Baoding finally landed on the ground and fell out seven or eight feet away, bleeding from his seven orifices.

The so-called undefeatable body, even with the precious armor protecting his body, still became a big joke.

Wei Miao proudly stood in place, gently turned his head to look back, looked at the cavalry round formation, unable to see the body of Chai Qingshan, who had fought side by side up to this point.

He raised his sight slightly and looked towards the city of the refused north, but he was not able to see that graceful figure.

Wei Miao’s vision was gradually blurred by the blood flowing from his eyes.

After Murong Baoding fell to the ground, he tried to struggle to get up, but it was futile and he kept vomiting blood.

He knew in his heart that Wei Miao was only a few punches away from taking his own life.

If both sides were to fight fairly, Murong Baoding would have no way to fight Wei Miao.

At this moment, Murong Baoding no longer had any thoughts about dominating the Central Plains in the future.

Murong Baoding rose up three times in a row and gave up in the middle, only to lie on the ground disheveled, his face pale and colorless, has completely lost the power of battle, the heart is higher than the sky of the North Mang holding the order, face bitter, softly cursed: the dog days of the Central Plains Jianghu!

Not far away, Wei Miao stood in place, soundless.

Nanzhao patriarch Wei Miao, the whole body tendons and veins inch broken, dead but not down!

Since there is Wei Miao in the world’s fist, how can there be any bullshit reasoning that I, Wei Miao, would be afraid of death and close my fist!

There’s no such thing.

She’s watching.

Before Wei Miao died in battle, the North Mang cavalry encirclement appeared deceptively still, the old man has killed them chills, and the cavalry and horse corpses have formed a natural horse stakes, has been unfavorable to the cavalry galloped to kill.

The aged swordsman who was hit by several arrows spat out a mouthful of dark blood, kneeling on one knee, using the long sword in his hand to lean on the ground, only to support his body from falling.

Chai Qingshan was by no means willing to die on both knees, nor was he willing to fall to the ground and die, so he finally sat down with his legs crossed and crossed his sword on his knees.

Since the name of the sword is Green Water, the sword body is naturally green, just like the spring light of Jiangnan in the Central Plains, the ripples of the sword light under the sunlight are just like the East Vietnam Sword Pond being wrinkled by the spring wind.

Chai Qingshan used his cuff to gently wipe away the dark blood on top of the sword.

As the old man was dying, he smiled in a trembling voice and said, “I, Dong Yue sword pool, opened the sect for five hundred years, and the sword to see the rivers and lakes …… mountains and deep water and the sword qi is long! I Chai Qingshan …… never let the three foot sword disgrace!”

Following Cheng Baishang Sui Shiaogu two Central Plains patriarchs.

Chai Qingshan, died in a generous battle.

Wei Miao, trailing behind, went to his death in silence.