Sword of Coming

Regardless of their original intentions, the three groups of people who surrounded and suppressed Chen Ping'an, including seven famous martial arts masters, including Pink Vajra Ma Xuan, Pipa Girl, and Demon Cult Ya'er, have already destroyed this street.

Feng Qingbai, who traveled the world as a knight-errant, was a madman. To achieve his goal, he used any means to break through walls and sneak attacks. He failed to assassinate Chen Ping'an with a sword, but instead lost most of Ya'er's life.

The beauty in wooden clogs who is expected to succeed as the leader of the Demon Cult as a woman has not yet been able to turn around. One cheek is pressed against the cold street, and the beautiful nails of a slender hand are gently sliding on the bluestone, looking at the hairpin. Hwarang Jushi's eyes were full of pain and pleading.

Although it was a joke before, asking Zhou Shi to promise not to allow her to die here, he finally agreed. Why was he so reluctant to take action?

Hairpin Man Zhou Shi didn't feel any guilt, and even looked at her and greeted her with a smile.

Lu Fang never took action.

The elusive Smiley Face has already fought against Chen Ping'an without taking any advantage.

Zhou Shi held the scarlet rosary beads and gently twirled them, "The person standing now is Zhou Shi who is holding me back the most, but I promise to do my best to deal with this person, Mr. Lu, Smiley Face, Feng Qingbai, Can we put aside our prejudices today and unite against our enemies?"

The smiling face was oozing with smiles, and he nodded, "No matter who kills this person in the end, I only want one skill from him, the magic of shrinking the ground into an inch. If you can't get it, the reward will be calculated separately."

Feng Qingbai looked at Chen Pingan with hot eyes, "The last sword to kill him must be done by me. As for all the belongings on him, I will not take any of them. I can also use the magic weapon after killing the immortal." Hand it over, and you will decide how to divide the spoils."

Zhou Shi glanced at the dying Ya'er and said with a smile, "I only want her."

Lu Fang made the final decision, "Then it's settled."

Feng Qingbai held the sword in front of him, bent his fingers, flicked the sword lightly, and smiled playfully, "Lu Jianxian, you old man, please don't stand by and watch anymore. Be careful to steal the chicken but lose the rice. In the end, each of us will become this person's martial arts grinder." Shi. ​​As the most capable expert on our side, if you still hide it and risk our lives to test the depth, I won’t be happy to serve you. At worst, I won’t disturb this situation. It’s all you want.”

Lu Fang smiled and said, "Just don't worry."

After saying this, the Bird's Eye Sword Immortal, who put his palm against the hilt of the sword, clenched his fist and pulled out the "big chun" with the sword and scabbard from the ground.

Immortal magicians once recorded in a book that in ancient times there was a tree named Dachun, which meant spring for eight thousand years and autumn for eight thousand years. After it bears fruit, mortals who eat it can lift the clouds to the sky.

Chen Ping'an has been quietly building momentum, and he also has to adapt to the situation without the restraints of the golden robe.

Among the boxing techniques taught by the old man surnamed Cui, the Yunzheng Daze style or the Iron Cavalry Chisel Formation are all just different in the weight of the punches, but the slightest difference in the boxing style of the God-man Beating the Drum Style can make a huge difference. And he needs to be careful about Lu Fang at all times. Chen Ping'an must know how to measure each punch.

This is the pinnacle of Chen Pingan's boxing skills since he started practicing martial arts, including his body, mind and spirit.

"Coming, be careful."

Lu Fang reminded everyone with a smile, "It's true. You didn't say hello before taking action. It's so unkind of a master."

At the same time, Lu Fang twisted his wrist and grasped the hilt of the sword for the first time. After holding the famous sword Dachun, Lu Fang's sword energy was too abundant, even if he deliberately suppressed it, he still continued to move towards it. The sword energy poured out, causing the clothes to float without wind, especially the sleeve of the hand holding the sword. The sword energy was full and agitated. The cuffs were wide open, and wisps of hissing sounds could be heard from inside.

In an instant, Xiao Lian'er's heartstrings tightened, and without saying a word, he used the mysterious and mysterious Qimen Dunjia that he had accidentally obtained from the fragmentary secret technique of the Immortal Family, and instantly moved from the shock position to the barrier position, without waiting for Smile Face to check. Chen Ping'an's figure was already in front of him, and his fist was coming towards him, causing a stinging pain on his face.

A flash of sword light suddenly appeared between Smiley's head and fist.

The extremely sharp sword blade lay horizontally and fell into Smiley's eyes, like a snow-white silk thread placed in front of him.

That punch was blocked by the sword blade, giving Xiaolianer a little room to maneuver. He disappeared several times, retreated again and again, and finally got rid of the suffocating sense of oppression.

Smiley Face has been traveling around the world for thirty years since his debut. His favorite enemy was the master of the external martial arts. He could advance and retreat freely, teasing those so-called masters who were tossing around and seemed slow, just like walking a dog. This was also why Smiley Face was "difficult to deal with." The origin of the nickname "Ghost" is that several old guys who were famous for their martial arts skills were suddenly eaten to death by the smiling faces of ghosts.

This was the first time that Xiaolianer met a boxing master who could run better than him.

Smiley'er knew that Feng Qingbai saved him once, twice, and might not save him a third time, so he no longer held back his hands, retreated and evaded, his hands were hidden in his big sleeves, and between his fingers, they were both small and exquisite. It is a handleless flying knife with a cold light. The blade is coated with a green poison, Gelsemium, which is the best to break the martial arts' aura.

Five or six feet away from Chen Pingan, I saw Feng Qingbai save himself with a sword, but he also paid the price and was stared at by the man. After three or two rounds, Feng Qingbai was at a disadvantage and was hit by a sweeping kick. Hit on the shoulder, Feng Qingbai flew out with a bang.

Feng Qingbai, who was dressed in a white robe and had one arm drooping, was obviously in a bad situation.

Return a favor in return.

Smiley Face's sleeves were filled with flying knives.

That man was really a monster. Every step he took when punching this time seemed very light. When he stepped on the street, not to mention the aura of the pink Vajra Horse proclaiming the gods, his feet were cracking the bricks. His smiling face was almost like that. The person's boots did not touch the ground at all, as if they had been floating in the air.

Smiley'er didn't expect the six Gelsemium to stab the man, just to give Feng Qingbai a chance to breathe.

Feng Qingbai grinned, spread his fingers, and actually let go of the long sword.

A swordsman who abandons his sword?

Looking at the smiling face, I felt guilty for a while. Could it be that the ranger Feng Qingbai, who had killed almost half of the martial arts world with his sword from north to south in the past ten years, only had this little weight?

Feng Qingbai's long sword did not fall to the ground and was no longer controlled by its master. However, the sword trembled slightly, causing ripples, and then suddenly tightened. The long sword hovered in the air, the tip of the sword was raised, pointed directly at the white robe, and Gone in a flash.

Feng Qingbai shook his left shoulder. He was hit by the whip leg. There was a biting pain, but it didn't matter.

Feng Qingbai put the fingers of his right hand together to make a sword gesture.

In this narrow and depressing little world, it was impossible to display the magic of swordsmanship, but Feng Qingbai could already master the relatively inferior swordsmanship.

Feng Qingbai came down this time to "temper the sword" and use all methods to temper the sword's will and heart as much as possible.

Offensive and defensive transition.

Above the street, there is a ball of white snow and a white rainbow.

Zhou Shi, the Hairpin Man, first carefully lifted Ya'er up and let her sit under a wall, lest she die inexplicably under the sword energy fists of both sides.

The sword that Feng Qingbai penetrated through her back vest was so sharp and cruel that it directly smashed Ya'er's Dantian. Not only that, there was also a ray of sword energy remaining in her body, making it impossible for her to heal her wounds. If not, An expert came to her rescue and helped her peel off the sword energy, but she could only wait for death. Even the holy healing medicine from the Vajra Temple was of no use.

Of course, Zhou Shi did not have sex with her during the battle. He crouched in the shadow of the wall and pressed slightly with his thumb. The string of rosary beads wrapped around his fist was pushed out one by one. The scarlet beads did not roll down randomly. They fell on the blue stone street. After being loaded twice, it disappeared into thin air.

Zhou Shi kept scattering the beads.

This is an amulet given to him by his father Zhou Fei. If used properly, it can protect his life against ten people in the world, and it can kill the enemy against ten people in the world. Of course, the Palace Master of Spring Chao Palace also told Zhou Shi that if he met Ding Ying and Yu Zhenyi, he should run away if he could, and if he couldn't run, he should kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy, so as not to be embarrassed.

Feng Qingbai strolled around the court, moving slowly, chasing the white robe with his hearty sword control skills. Chen Pingan tried to get rid of it several times, but he was still entangled by the flying sword.

The flying sword is so fast that one can only see the sword light flowing.

Smiley face didn't dare to add anything, so he adjusted his breathing silently in the distance. Seeing this scene, Smiley face was both relieved and a little scared. If he met Feng Qingbai, how should he deal with it?

The white robe that rolled like snowflakes suddenly stopped, and he stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the flying sword.

Feng Qingbai was not afraid, "There is such a simple thing, you will definitely not be able to catch it..."

He didn't wait for Feng Qingbai to finish speaking.

Chen Pingan held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and struck the sword with his left hand.

The sword body was not broken, but the tip of the sword was raised high and bent in a huge arc.

Feng Qingbai's double-fingered sword gesture paused slightly.

Chen Ping'an also put his fingers together and quickly touched the sword body, just enough to smooth the sword.

He held the sword in front of him, and then loosened his grip on the sword with five fingers.

Feng Qingbai was stunned when someone grabbed him by the back of his collar, pulled him back, and threw him ten feet away.

The tip of the sword was just a hair away from piercing Feng Qingbai's heart.

Chen Ping'an moved his fingers slightly, and the flying sword flew back, lingering around his body like a bird clinging to a person.

A swordsman controls a sword, and I can do it.