Sword of Coming

As the New Year is approaching, the weather is freezing, and the narrow dirt road in Mud Bottle Alley has become very hard.

Chen Ping'an took a deep breath, looked at the tall figure from behind, and shouted softly: "Brother Li."

Li Xisheng did not turn around and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I can handle it. Even if I am not his opponent, the town has small town rules and will not let him mess around."

The young swordsman who called himself Cao Jun laughed and said: "Are you talking about the imperial court of Dali, or the military strategist Ruan Qiong? If it is the former, I advise you to give up on this idea. If the Song family of Dali really has the backbone, they will not act like shrinking heads. Turtle. If it's Ruan Qiong, haha, let me give it a try first, you can wait and see."

Cao Jun looked at the scholar in green shirt who looked like a crown jewel. Compared to his appearance, he was really young. This made Cao Jun a little unhappy. He put his thumb on the hilt of the dagger at his waist and said, " Do you really want to fight? It’s a bit of a loss, just admit it, maybe you’ll find it was a blessing in disguise afterwards.”

Li Xisheng smiled and said: "Since you said that your truth is all in the scabbard, then I can listen to it."

"I heard that Li Zhu Cave Heaven was forbidden to use magic before. Now the Cave Heaven is shattered and falling. In just one year, you have already reached the middle five realms. It's pretty good."

Cao Jun's eyes showed appreciation, but he quickly shook his head and said: "What a pity."

Li Xisheng stretched out a palm and said, "Please."

Cao Jun couldn't help laughing and said: "The frog at the bottom of the well does not know how high the sky is. Since we are not a life and death battle, then I will suppress the realm to save you from losing too much in the first battle of your life."

Li Xisheng smiled and said nothing.

"When you get out of the well in the future, you will find that a person like me is worthy of..." Cao Jun tiptoed, bent forward, and laughed loudly. Once he chose to take action, this young swordsman with a smile, The momentum suddenly changed, and the narrow alleys echoed with the following words, "Honest!"

A brilliant white light exploded, and the sword energy scattered wildly, instantly filling the entire alley. In addition, Cao Jun's figure was so fast that his blurry figure blended into it, making it difficult to detect. It made people mistakenly think that it was like a line after a heavy rain. The flood from the mountain stream, using the alleys as the river bed, rushed towards Li Xisheng and his party downstream.

In the vast expanse of white, among the menacing sword energy and flowing water, a more condensed snow-white light can be vaguely seen, like a white fish quietly swimming in the stream.

The flow of water is stagnant.

Li Xisheng didn't seem to be in a hurry. He turned sideways, raised his hand and waved his sleeves, and reached for the bright dagger that looked like a white fish.

Then he gently and accurately grasped Cao Jun's sword-holding wrist.

Cao Jun smiled slightly, released his fingers, and the dagger, which was still two or three feet away from Li Xisheng's chest, swung straight into Li Xisheng's heart.

Li Xisheng looked calm and put the fingers of his left hand together in front of him.

At the critical moment, he caught the white fish.

The white fish turns and rolls.

The blade then twisted.

Li Xisheng had no choice but to retreat. Cao Jun came closer and punched Li Xisheng's neck with his sword hand.

While Li Xisheng pressed his elbow against Cao Jun's fist, the white fish had already shot towards him. Li Xisheng shook the wrist of his other hand and shook his sleeve.

That white fish fell into a trap.

Cao Jun sneered and kicked Li Xisheng in the abdomen, causing the green-shirted scholar to take four or five steps back.

He did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him, but stood on the spot calmly, with one hand behind his back and the other in an extremely elegant manner.

Li Xisheng stopped retreating and turned slightly pale. Although Cao Jun was a sword cultivator, his movements were powerful and heavy, not inferior to those of pure martial artists at the peak of the Five Realms. This was the terrifying thing about sword cultivators and military cultivators. Qi Refining The tempering of the body is correct, so Li Xisheng did not feel comfortable after receiving such a blow. The flow of qi in the body must be affected to a certain extent.

Li Xisheng's big sleeve holding Cao Jun's flying sword made a continuous banging sound, and then made a subtle tearing sound of silk, and then strands of snow-white sword light seeped out from the gaps.

The hand of Li Xisheng, who had everything in his sleeve, could be bent like a bow or straight like a sword or halberd. He quickly picked out a Taoist secret and silently recited one word in his heart: "Suppress!"

The cuffs, which were already tight and chaotic, suddenly became quiet.

The sound of the flying sword rapidly hitting the sleeves turned into a slightly trembling buzzing sound.

Cao Jun was not surprised by this and said with a smile: "Seven."

Li Xisheng's entire cuff, from the elbow down, was shattered in an instant, and the sword light shook near his wrist.

The beautiful scenery is like a hand full of moonlight, but it contains a great danger and murderous intention.

The five fingers of Li Xisheng's hand changed accordingly and became a veritable hand grip. In the palm of his hand that no one could see, the palm prints swayed slightly like water, changing their trajectory.

Li Xisheng's arm instantly glowed with a misty purple light.

The sword edge crazily circled the white fish on Li Xisheng's arm. The sword energy it brought up and the purple energy emitted by Li Xisheng struck each other, making a crisp sound of gold and stone, which was densely packed and shocking to the eardrums.

As a result, dust and mud flakes were constantly falling from the high wall on one side of Mud Bottle Alley and the low wall of the courtyard gate of the old house on the other side.

Cao Jun's originally slit-like eyes opened a little, and he said jokingly: "It's interesting. There are thousands of Taoist techniques, and I've seen no less than two hundred. I've never seen you so simple and elegant." It’s easy to use. Mr. Li, your Sixth Realm cultivation is too strong. Only Sixth Realm sword cultivators have ever bullied Seventh Realm Qi practitioners. Where can a Sixth Realm Qi practitioner like you stand up to a Seventh Realm sword cultivator? If this truth spreads, I, Cao Jun, will be laughed at by all the sword cultivators in the world."

After experiencing the initial unfamiliarity, Li Xisheng now seems to have enough energy. He can even smile and say: "Maybe your reasoning is not high enough?"

Cao Jun nodded, convinced, so he said one word with a smile on his face, "Eight!"

The flying sword, like a flexible white fish, flew back toward its master Cao Jun, and then hovered still. The flying sword instantly dimmed, and the dagger was just a dagger, without any sword energy flowing out, and it no longer had the brilliant aura it had before.

The cold sword intent that gave people a weird feeling before suddenly transformed into an upright one.

The flying sword disappeared out of thin air in an instant.

On a wall in the alley between the two of them, there were extremely fine marks, just a little bit of powder falling down.

Li Xisheng stretched out his two fingers on his right hand, trying to grasp the dagger that made an arc again.

Li Xisheng suddenly turned his head.

The next moment, Feijian drilled a hole in the high wall to the left of Li Xisheng.

The flying sword disappeared again.

But on Li Xisheng's left cheek, a drop of blood began to appear, and then gradually expanded into a blood mark more than an inch long.

As expected, it was just like the rumors. When fighting with a sword cultivator, life and death were only on a thin line.

Li Xisheng thought silently in his heart, "So this is the eight, it is really powerful."

The reason why the sword cultivator's combat power is recognized as being the best among hundreds of Qi practitioners is that a well-maintained flying sword is sharp in its "point" and at most it can only be a line.

No matter how towering or majestic a mountain is, it is not difficult to drive a nail into a cliff or carve out a ravine.

They are also outliers among the Qi practitioners. Even the military monks who cultivate both body and spirit are not as efficient as sword cultivators in fighting with others.

No matter how many magic weapons you have, and how vast your magical powers are, I am a sword cultivator who pursues the goal of killing with one blow and defeating all magic with one sword.

Cao Jun always maintained a proud posture with one hand behind his back, and tapped the hilt of the long sword with the other hand, "A monastic genius like you must be someone whose family has high hopes, but he doesn't have a few treasures for self-defense? I don't believe it. We agreed in advance, No matter what your purpose is, if you continue to hide it and don't want to make it public, someone will really die, because I'm afraid that I accidentally hit you too happily and won't be able to hold back, and you will definitely die with your eyes open."

Facing the enemy's cynicism, Li Xisheng was not angry, and his voice was still gentle and gentle, "Chen Ping'an, I may need to trouble you to retreat a little further. It would be best if you could retreat four or five feet away."

Cao Jun raised his hand and slapped his forehead vigorously, and said with aggrieved face: "In the face of a powerful enemy, you still talk nonsense leisurely. I am very angry."

There is a murderous intention hidden in the young swordsman's conversation and laughter.

At the same time that Cao Jun slapped his forehead and made a sound, the flying sword was already covered by that sound, truly silent, and hit Li Xisheng's back vest.

Ding!

An ethereal and melodious sound resounded throughout Mud Bottle Alley.

Cao Jun was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "Is this okay? Then I'm really rude."

A green bamboo leaf appeared behind Li Xisheng, resisting the assassination of the flying sword.

Ding ding ding ding…

In the alley, a series of similar movements sounded around Li Xisheng.

In addition to bamboo leaves, there are also peach leaves, willow leaves, locust leaves...

All kinds of leaves are green.

Cao Jun squinted at the battlefield.

Li Xisheng remained motionless, surrounded by high and low leaves, and the dagger named White Fish shuttled among them, constantly breaking the formation, but failed every time.

Although green leaves kept falling to the ground and turning yellow instantly, Cao Jun was really helpless because he roughly estimated that the scholar's leaves should be at least a hundred.

So Cao Jun was not in a good mood.

Does your family sell leaves? Even if it is sold, will anyone buy it?

Cao Jun didn't want to give up, because he didn't believe that a small six-level qigong practitioner could last until the end. It is not easy to control so many leaves at the same time. The mental effort required by the Qi practitioner is extremely considerable. So Cao Jun secretly told himself that although he could not win with force, he could still treat it as a sharpening of his sword. He wanted to see how long the scholar could hold on.

The short but sharp flying sword began to run rampant without restraint.

In the alley, leaves fell one after another, turning from green to yellow after falling to the ground.

Li Xisheng suddenly reminded: "If we just keep fighting like this, we can fight until next year. Otherwise, you have said the reason for this sword, and how about the other one? If possible, how about using the natal flying sword as well? No matter what, let’s decide the winner first. Because my friend still has to go on his way.”

Cao Jun's eyes suddenly widened and he finally stopped smiling, "Will you die if you don't brag?"

Li Xisheng sighed and stopped talking.

He just shook the remaining sleeve, and a lot of incredible things came out from the sleeve.

There are not many spring leaves left, but in addition, there are summer thunders the size of fingernails, wisps of autumn wind no longer than fingers, and patches of winter snow the size of goose feathers.

The opponent has a sword that can defeat all enemies.

what to do?

Can I accumulate ten thousand and one methods?

So this young scholar named Li Xisheng, even though he has just reached the fifth level, he already has spring leaves, summer thunder, autumn wind, and winter snow, not to mention he also has many others, and many of them.