Sword of Coming

The old Taoist looked squarely at the skinny little girl for the first time.

A tall Taoist and a little girl as thin as a bamboo pole.

A world of difference.

Under the gaze of the Taoist, the little girl who had originally banged her head against the wall of the well in an attempt to free herself felt as if she had drank a bowl of herbal tea in the middle of summer, and it was the kind of white porcelain bowl of plum soup that you would find in a wealthy family's courtyard. She suddenly lost her pain and took a big sip. Panting, she leaned against the edge of the well mouth and looked timidly at the old fairy. Drawn by instinct, her eyes quickly moved around, looking for where the "bead" was hidden for the old man.

This is called not remembering to eat or fight.

Fortunately, this Taoist's attitude towards the world, especially good and evil, is very different from ordinary people. He didn't pay much attention to the little girl's desperate search, but the old Taoist already knew the little girl's identity, so he was even more fed up with the old scholar who kept saying that "students only borrow things."

The two of them had made a bet in the early years. The old scholar, who was full of sourness, won a token from him by acting like a scoundrel and making a fool of himself. He was told that if he met someone holding a token in the future, he must protect his life. The old Taoist was willing to admit defeat and agreed, but he had a lot of resentment towards the old scholar in his heart. Later, he met him again and discussed Taoism. The two sat down to talk about Taoism, and the kind of reasoning was in Ouhua Blessed Land and Lotus Cave. On the border line, otherwise a small lotus root blessed land, even if the spiritual energy is thin and the avenue is difficult to manifest, it still cannot sustain the dispute between the two people. In the final analysis, it is the old scholar who wants to take advantage of the old immortal. . But I don't know when, apart from these, the old scholar, this shameless thing, secretly planted such a chess piece in Ouhua Blessed Land. It was really dark under the light.

The old Taoist stared at the little girl under his nose, his eyes clear and indifferent, like the sun hanging high in the sky, he never cared about the warmth and coldness of the world, let alone the praise and criticism of the world.

In the blink of an eye, the old Taoist saw all the little girl's life experiences.

Sure enough.

The old Taoist glanced at a certain mansion again, snorted coldly, and his resentment subsided a little. After thinking for a while, he understood the general intention of the old scholar. After a little mental calculation, he felt that it was feasible. For the first time, the old Taoist hesitated and turned around to look. Toward the southern city wall, the old Taoist made a sound and was a little surprised.

The old Taoist flicked his finger lightly and hit the little girl between her eyebrows. She froze.

Waving his sleeves again, there were ripples all around the mouth of the well. The old Taoist stepped out and disappeared. In that place of the abbot, the long river of time began to flow backwards. Including the little girl, all other details invisible to the naked eye and the rules of the movement of heaven and earth. , everything started to turn upside down, the little girl "picked up" the books, and finally the scene was fixed on the action of her wanting to spit into the well.

She was a little confused and fearful for no reason. She shook her head. In the end, she didn't dare to act wildly. She held the pile of stolen books and ran away quickly.

Guniu Mountain is more than 20 miles south of the capital.

On top of the devastated city, there were sparsely standing masters and masters who came from the city to admire the "battlefield ruins". Yu Zhenyi and Zhongqiu temporarily stopped their life-and-death fight. At this moment, Yu Zhenyi was silently feeling the city. Zhong Qiu didn't think so much about the flow of aura and the pure sword intention that remained between heaven and earth. He rested his hands on a broken arrow stamp and looked up into the distance.

The glazed flying sword came to Yu Zhenyi's side. The closer it got to the top of the city, the slower the speed of the flying sword pierced the air. After reaching the top of the city, it trembled slightly, as if it was a little scared.

Knife sharpener Liu Zong followed the glazed sword to the walking path, jumped up on a crumbling wall, and sat cross-legged. The boning knife in his hand was badly damaged. The old man stretched out his thumb and carefully rubbed the blade, which was as bright as a mirror. He had been arrogant all his life. , in the end he was beaten so embarrassingly by a sword, I will repay him in this life.

Tang Tieyi, the general of the Northern Jin Dynasty, wearing the "Refiner" on his waist, slowly climbed up to the top of the city, picked an open space, and stood still, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, with majestic momentum.

In comparison, the Arm Saint Cheng Yuanshan who always hides under the bridge to enjoy the cool weather is really an insult to his status as a master.

Zhou Fei and Lu Fang also came to the south city head together, followed by Zhou Shi, the hairpin man, and Ya'er, who was wearing clogs.

Fan Wan'er of Jingxinzhai also climbed to the top of the city cautiously. He did not dare to turn from the city roads on both sides to the walking horse road in an open and clear way. Between General Longwu.

The battle between the two at the top of the city has evolved into a battle outside the city.

From the top of the city where everyone stood to the line above Guniu Mountain, dust was flying, as if a turtle flipped its back and lifted up the earth.

The merchants traveling along the official post road outside Nancheng have long since dispersed.

Not only did Ding Ying swim upstream, step by step, punching out, forcibly breaking up Chen Pingan's long river of sword energy, but he also used his injuries to get closer, forcing Chen Pingan to use his sword. Facing the enemy, Ding Ying turned decay into magic. He no longer adhered to the tributaries of the world's martial arts sects. All of them were used by me, Ding Ying. All the moves were similar to those of Yu Zhenyi and other great masters, and they were very different from each other.

A palm strike was directed at Chen Pingan and a sword, but the strong wind started from behind Chen Pingan and exploded with a bang.

In the blink of an eye, wisps of sword energy swirled like water vortices, with unpredictable trajectories.

After knocking Chen Pingan to the ground, Ding Ying, dressed in ragged clothes and with disheveled hair, immediately followed him down the city wall almost at the same time, always keeping the distance between them within two arms and never giving Chen Pingan any comfort. Having pushed his swordsmanship and sword intention to the peak level, Ding Ying could conclude that every sword strike from the white-robed immortal in front of him was comparable to the all-out sword strike from Sui You, the female swordsman in history.

Of course, it does not include the three ascending swords on Sui's right.

At that time, the female swordsmen were very likely to occupy nearly half of the world's martial arts, and they could not simply be regarded as the right side of the Sui Dynasty.

Therefore, Ding Ying knew very well that this way of heaven does not exclude warriors from ascending with pure physical bodies, and even allowed Sui Youyou to absorb martial arts. Therefore, Sui Youyou failed to ascend, and his body was broken. On the way to fall back to the earth, he died. Her bones have turned to dust and her soul has been reduced to ashes. She still lacks strength. No one else can blame her.

Ding Ying struck the center of Chen Pingan's sword with a punch. The sword bent in a large arc, and the sword tip almost stabbed his shoulder. Chen Pingan had to stretch out his fingers, put them on the tip of the sword, and pull it back. The arc created by Ding Ying's punch, his figure retreated smoothly, and with a flick of the water, he slid out ten feet on the official road in an instant.

Seeing that Ding Ying unexpectedly did not pursue the victory, Chen Ping'an did not feel lucky at all. He immediately used the Zhenshen head pose in "Swordsmanship Sermon" to emit sword energy and protect the surroundings.

The fist was like a rainbow, and seven or eight rainbows condensed into substance surged forward and collided with the sword energy.

Chen Ping'an moved step by step again and again, thunder burst out again and again, and the sword, energy, and fist were destroyed almost at the same time, emitting a ball of brilliant brilliance. It was like two elite knights on the border between the two countries died together.

Ding Ying kept punching from a distance. There were no boxing moves at all, just the simplest punches, doing whatever he wanted.

While punching, with a single step, he closed the distance by two feet.

When Chen Pingan finally neutralized all the punches, Ding Ying started fighting closely again, beating Chen Pingan until Chen Pingan couldn't breathe.

Chen Ping'an kept fighting and retreating, while Ding Ying kept his imposing manner.

At the peak of their respective momentum, Chen Ping'an was the first to strike at the top of the city.

Facing that sword, Ding Ying was arrogant and arrogant to the point where he only saw God. He could only retreat sadly, and even his character began to change.

The peak of Ding Ying's momentum was precisely when he fell downwind and counter-currently flowed upward in the torrent of sword energy.

After that, Chen Pingan began to decline, but the strange thing is that Ding Ying could not maintain that momentum and mentality.

Ding Ying was confident that he could withstand the scattered sword energy, no matter how powerful it seemed, like a bursting flood. At most, it would give Chen Pingan a chance to breathe after one strike, causing Ding Ying to lose the opportunity.

But the sword energy condensed into a tidal wave, and Ding Ying could only avoid the sharp edge.

Three miles outside the city, there is a small hill near the official road.

Ding Ying flicked the tip of the sword with one hand and two fingers, and suddenly exerted force with his palm, pushing it on Chen Ping'an's chest.

Chen Ping'an crashed into the hill like a kite with its string cut off.

Ding Ying actually shot Chen Pingan directly through the hill, like an arrow piercing the enemy's chest.

Dust rose to the sky.

The power of Ding Ying's palm can be seen from Chen Pingan's sword release. After the Changqi Sword was thrown to the top of the air, it began to fall. As expected, it would land on the hill near Ding Ying. nearby.

Ding Ying narrowed his eyes and couldn't clearly see Chen Ping'an's tragic situation. While not delaying his advance, Ding Ying was actually a little hesitant about how to deal with the sword in front of him. He took advantage of someone's illness to kill him, so he controlled the sword and threw it back. On the other side of the city, stay as far away from the battlefield as possible between the two of them, leaving the young immortal with no sword to hold. Or should you use it as bait to ambush Chen Ping'an with a killing move between the lines?

However, his opponent immediately told Ding Ying to give up all his thoughts.

Ding Ying suddenly became alert, and his hair stood on end. He immediately stopped, stepped heavily on the ground with both feet, and pulled out a magnificent big boxing frame. The fists were like heavy rain, and they quickly hit the sword and the top of the hill. However, even though Ding Ying responded so quickly, there was still a trace of snow-white that allowed the fist to hit him. From the top of the hill, he jumped high and reached out to grab the Changqi that had fallen under his feet. A few feet, just in the palm of your hand.

In order to get through Ding Ying's heavy rain of fists as quickly as possible, he was clearly at the end of his crossbow, but with a sword in his hand, Chen Ping'an still had to hand it out.

As for whether the power of the sword will be greatly reduced, it may only scratch the itch of Ding Ying who is in full swing, or cause some unnecessary minor injuries.

Chen Pingan didn't think about it at all.

In this incredible world, on that street, everyone is shouting and killing for no apparent reason. It seems that no one cares about who Chen Pingan really is, whether he is good or bad, and why he appears in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom.

This extremely bad feeling was when Chen Pingan saw Liu Xianyang in the hospital bed and walked to the corridor bridge alone.

He swore that he would never be like this again in his life. He could only be like a dog, wagging its tail at God and begging for mercy, hoping for justice.

Chen Ping'an has learned the art of swordsmanship for a long time, but what really caught Chen Ping'an's will was not this sword art, but the other three swords.

Mr. Qi easily split open the formation of pink-robed Liu Chicheng in the dilapidated ancient temple.

When he fought side by side with Song Yushao, the old swordsman of Shushui Kingdom, Chen Ping'an once killed Jin Jia with one sword.

There are two swords in the landscape painting of the literary sage and the old scholar. The sword of Sword Spirit, Chen Ping'an had already learned a bit from it on the head of Nanyuan Kingdom City. Then he handed out a sword and hit Ding Ying so hard that he almost thought he was the best in the world. two.

Chen Pingan had another sword aimed at Suishan, the great mountain in the Middle Earth.

It's these three swords.

There are two swords in addition, but Chen Pingan is ignorant. Because he is not familiar with the person who draws the sword and is far away, Chen Pingan has not yet understood the divine will that is enough for him to draw the sword.

A sword broke through the wind and snow temple in Wei and Jin Dynasties, and the sword arrived before anyone arrived.

The Mohist hero Xu Ruo pushed the sword out of its sheath just a few inches away, and there was a mountain lying in front of him.

Chen Ping'an held Chang Qi in his hand, and the next sword he made was Qi Jingchun's locust wood sword, which casually broke through Liu Chicheng's Baidi City Hunyuan Formation.

A trace of hesitation appeared in Ding Ying's heart again. It was such a familiar sword again, carrying the mighty power of heaven. The world just had to bear it. On top of the city, he retreated. Should he not retreat this time?

High in the sky in front of Ding Ying, there is one person and one sword.

Chen Pingan slashed it down with one sword.

A golden thread appeared between heaven and earth.

Once you learn boxing, you have to punch, and after you learn sword, you have to use sword.

At least let others listen to what you said.

In an instant, Ding Ying's mind became clear and his heart became calm.

One sword to retreat, two swords to retreat, sword to sword to retreat, where on earth am I, Ding Ying, going to retreat to? How else to argue with God? !

Just think that the banished immortal named Chen Ping'an in front of you is the God. If you kill the person in front of you, and then kill the bigger one, it will be a new situation where the world will be clear and clear, and there will be a difference between heaven and man!

Why don't you just let me, Ding Ying, do this for God's sake? !

Ding Ying laughed happily, made secrets with his hands, and his soul wandered around. It turned out to be a Yin Shen traveling around the world during the day.

This Yin God put one hand behind his back and extended his hand with the other, covering his head with his palm. His voice was not loud, but he spoke generously in Ding Ying's heart, "If I disappear from the world, can Ding Ying be stronger?"

This is of course talking to oneself.

Ding Ying did not make a sound, but had a thought that was like a sneer in his heart: "I can't decide what my cultivation level is. I still have to follow the rules, but my mind can only be improved. There is no need to talk nonsense, even if I have no soul, I Ding So what if the baby only has a physical body? It should be like this."

After a while, Chen Ping'an held Changqi in his hands and landed on the ground, looking a little embarrassed.

It turns out that when this sword was handed out, Chen Pingan's pure energy was already at the end of his strength, so he tried his best. However, the "meaning" of this sword was too great, and Chen Pingan's current strength was too weak, so he could not lift it up. , only ended in a big thunder and little rain.

Even a guy like Chen Pingan, who doesn't care about heaven or earth once a fight breaks out, feels a little embarrassed.

As for the Yin God who had made up his mind and was split by a sword, his palms and arms just disappeared. He looked at him in confusion, silently stepped back a few steps, and returned to Ding Ying's body.

The two sides reached a tacit truce for a moment.

Chen Pingan took a breath of fresh air.

Ding Ying needed to appease his soul.

It was at this moment that Chen Ping'an and Ding Ying's xinxing became "greatly settled", like a ship anchoring into the water.

The veteran Taoist by the wellhead came to the top of the city, smiled, and made a decision.

The grand masters on the top of the city, not even the banished immortal like Zhou Fei, whose strength was intact, were not aware of the existence of the old Taoist.

Only Fan Wan'er glanced over there knowingly, but found nothing and quickly looked away.

Yu Zhenyi looked around and said helplessly: "I am practicing immortal magic and I am trembling. I thought I could at least fight with Ding Ying, but I never thought that it is still far worse. In this world, Ding Ying is the favorite after all. Is it possible for a person who practices Taoism to do so? Is there really no future?"

Zhou Fei clicked his tongue and said in surprise, "Ding Laomo, this is to monopolize the martial arts. Did Ding Ying suddenly figure out something and get the approval of the rules of this world? It's not that, we people are still alive and kicking. , how could Ding Ying get such great luck? It was not the Lu dynasty of Aquarius Continent. The emperor went crazy and saw that the country could not continue, so he simply broke the jar and secretly gave half of the country's military fortune to his son... "

Zhou Fei babbled, secretly laughing, but it was not a big deal to watch the excitement anyway.

Lu Fang asked: "The parents of the little Aquarius Island in the north are poor, how do you know?"

Zhou Fei smiled and said: "I am the head of the Jiang family after all. How can I completely ignore the affairs of the world? People often entrust me with dreams."

Lu Fang asked doubtfully: "Is this okay?"

"Spend money."

Zhou Fei felt some pain in his body and said angrily: "One moment of a spring night is worth a thousand gold, but it's nothing. I have only dreamed about it this year, and it's called making people's gold and silver mountains empty."

In the distance, Yu Zhenyi frowned, and the silver lotus crown in his hand trembled. The petals suddenly opened, and there was a faint green light in it. It broke free, flashed away, and flew towards the south of the city.

When time comes, heaven and earth all work together.

From all directions, there are ethereal lights rushing towards Ding Ying.

Ding Ying closed his eyes and concentrated, accepting the mighty martial destiny of heaven and earth.

And Chen Ping'an's golden robe, a magic weapon, suddenly floated, no longer showing off in the snow-white robe, and restored its true appearance as a golden robe.

Not only that, Chuyi, the flying sword in the sword gourd at his waist, rushed out.

Moreover, there was Feijian Fifteen flying past in the distance.

Chen Ping'an stood on the top of the hillside, holding Chang Qi and sword Qi flowing through his arms. On the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, old friends reunited. These two little ancestors, who had a bad temper, had never been so happy.

Wearing golden sleeves, Chen Ping'an suddenly clenched his fists, causing the sleeves to vibrate and make a hunting sound.

Just a small hill.

But there are people who stand upright.

Chen Pingan and Ding Ying, up and down the mountain.

Each took a step higher and reached a new peak, both in terms of cultivation and state of mind.

Ding Ying opened his eyes, glanced at the wine bottle on Chen Pingan's waist, and laughed: "After the battle, I will drink this wine for you."

Chen Pingan patted the sword gourd on his waist, indicating that if you have the ability, please pick it up later.

The war resumes.

This time, there is no need to worry about the distance between the two arms. Sometimes it is near and sometimes it is far away. Within a radius of one mile, there is abundant sword energy and strong gang energy.

The two sides fought all the way to Guniu Mountain, flying sand and rocks from the foot of the mountain to the top.

Ding Ying was slashed from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain by Chen Pingan's sword.

Chen Ping'an's second sword was lifted up from the ground by Ding Ying, who punched him back to the top of the mountain.

Ding Ying climbed up slowly, and with a casual punch, he was like a 100-foot-tall god's arm, swinging his arms and hitting Guniu Mountain again and again.

Chen Ping'an just destroyed it with one sword.

Ding Ying, who had obtained the martial arts of heaven and earth, even left his body again and turned into a statue of the golden body of Mount Guniu. He clenched his fists and beat Mount Guniu again and again.

Chen Ping'an should have changed to the tit-for-tat Yunzheng Daze style, but after holding Changqi in his hands, he no longer had the idea to change to boxing. Even the man and the sword were smashed by the golden Yin Shen to the top of Guniu Mountain. Descending all the way, he still insisted on facing the enemy with his sword. The dust of Guniu Mountain had already covered the sky and the sun. Boulders kept rolling down, and Ding Ying was forcefully knocked out by landslides that looked like avalanches, and mudslides that carried countless vegetation. .

The towering Guniu Mountain has been reduced bit by bit.

The one on the top of the mountain, dressed in golden robes, always stands tall.

Ding Ying walked to the top of the latest so-called mountain, dusty and dim.

When Chen Ping'an blocked the Yin Shen's palm with his sword, smashing the entire palm of Faxiang, the golden light shattered and splashed everywhere, and Guniu Mountain seemed to have a golden rain.

Ding Ying ran straight forward and punched Chen Pingan on the forehead.

A grain of golden light was thrown in an arc from Guniu Mountain and fell heavily to the ground hundreds of feet away from Guniu Mountain.

That slender golden track looks like a golden arch bridge.

Ding Ying swung out a punch quickly and with perfect intention.

It is also the scene of thousands of white rainbows hanging in the sky, and the scenery is magnificent.

Just where the white rainbow landed was the golden light.

Chen Ping'an was pushed back more than a hundred feet.

Ding Ying was also extremely angry at Chen Ping'an's tough physique. Even the Guniu Mountain under his feet was flattened by dozens of feet. The guy was still unaware and kept drawing out his sword. Ding Ying shouted angrily: "This One punch and you won’t die?!”

The huge Yin God behind him jumped over Guniu Mountain. After touching the ground with one foot, he leaned forward and stepped on Chen Pingan's head with the other foot.

Compared to being able to hold long breath,

As the two men fought crazily, becoming more and more hearty, the sword energy continued to explode near the palms and arms. The golden wine of the robe that withstood the beatings of Ding Ying Yin God again and again, those spiritual energy almost burst on top of Chen Ping'an's head.

Chen Ping'an was completely immersed in the competition with Ding Ying, and he didn't even have time to adapt to these changes in spiritual energy. It was natural, as if their existence was natural.

Even if there is pain like the gods hammering the spiritual energy into the body, Chen Ping'an can't care about it, just treating it as the same pain as practicing boxing.

Chen Ping'an had no time to care about so much chaotic spiritual energy, seeping into the skin, flesh and bones, and then entering the acupoints, Qi Mansion, and the inner lake of the soul.

The mountains are high and the rivers are dangerous, and the road is long and blocked.

Chen Ping'an looked into the distance wholeheartedly, but he seemed to have naturally bypassed some of the obstacles on the road under his feet. The road was still the same and there was no other way. Therefore, those blocking stones became a part of Chen Pingan's life journey.

The golden body of Dharma stepped down, and a big pit appeared on the ground.

Ding Ying put on a "taken for granted" boxing stance, and the true meaning of Taoism was as close as "whatever is in your mind becomes the truth."

The palm of one hand is facing the sky, lying horizontally in front of the body, and the other hand is making a fist and hammering it heavily on the palm of the hand.

Knock down with one punch.

The wind was surging and the sky was gloomy, then a bolt of lightning as thick as a tree with several people hugging it struck down from the sky.

Yin Shen had already retreated, folding his arms across his chest and watching coldly.

Bolts of lightning crashed into the big pit.

Continuous bolts of lightning poured down on Chen Pingan, who was bending down and standing at the bottom of the pit. It was like floods overflowing the golden wine of the robe, flowing down rapidly.

Ding Ying's eyes turned golden, and he punched his palm for the last time. The thickest snow-white lightning fell from the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, which looked like a thunder pool. However, it did not hit the pit, but slowly landed. Holding it in your hand is like holding a long sword.

Then he started to run forward, gently throwing the "long sword" forward in his hand.

Finally, he held the long sword filled with thunder and lightning with both hands, stood on the edge of the big pit, pointed the sword downward, and dropped it heavily on the head of the man at the bottom of the pit!

You must know that this sword, in addition to the power of thunder, also contains Ding Ying's understanding of the sword.

Ding Ying twitched the corners of his mouth and clasped his hands behind his back, "I know you're here. Will you really show up after Chen Pingan dies? You are indeed generous. This banished immortal named Chen Pingan is really the best grindstone." Daoshi, what, are you afraid that I am too weak and not worthy of your attack?"

Above the city.

Yu Zhenyi's face was gloomy.

Zhong Qiu chuckled and said, "What, do you still think that you are an immortal who has accomplished Taoism?"

Zhou Fei put his hand on his forehead, his voice was full of resentment, and he lamented: "Damn it, we are in the blessed land of Lotus Roots, not in the vast world. You can squander your spiritual energy as you like. You two are too... okay, after I go back, I will definitely... To find this Chen Pingan, no matter what his current state is, you must get to know him. It is best to serve as a worshiper of my Jiang family. It does not matter if his state is low..."

Lu Fang interrupted his friend's thoughts and sneered: "Only if that guy is not dead."

Zhou Fei sighed, took the palm off his forehead and looked towards Guniu Mountain, "It's difficult."

In addition to the lightning strikes, there was also Ding Ying's faraway Yin Shen Dharma, holding a sword and stabbing Chen Ping'an on the head.

There is no doubt that even though Chen Pingan was wearing a golden robe, and even though Chu Yi and Fifteen tried their best to stop him, he was still hit by this sword and penetrated deep into the ground.

After Chen Ping'an disappeared, the long sword in Yin Shen's hand shattered into pieces, and the sword's intention collapsed into the pit together with the thunder and lightning. The pit echoed the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, and also looked like the rippling thunder pond.

The overall situation has been decided.

Ding Ying was tense, preparing to face the real opponent.

really.

On the top of Guniu Mountain, not far from Ding Ying, there was an unusually tall old Taoist who said calmly: "You are just each other's whetstone."

Ding Ying was about to speak.

The old Taoist sneered: "Looking for death. But it doesn't matter, you, Ding Ying, are still a bit interesting in this life."

Haoran Tianxia, ​​a pure martial artist, refines the soul in the four realms, and refines the soul in the five realms.

Chen Ping'an, who had punched the sword into the ground physically, did not get up to fight again.

But in the thunder pool of the big pit, a young swordsman with flowing golden robes appeared. He was high-spirited and moved his fingers together in front of him.

There was a sword hovering in front of him.

It was exactly the same as before when Chen Pingan was at the top of the city.

But the difference is that after the golden robe banished the immortal, there appeared a young man wearing straw sandals and linen clothes. His face was younger than the banished immortal.

A sword appears.

Chen Ping'an, the banished immortal in front of him, smiled and said, "Do I have a sword?"

The straw-shoe Chen Ping'an who happened to be behind him rushed forward, grabbed the sword, jumped up high, just like the sword that slashed Dayue Suishan, and said loudly: "You can move mountains!"

Go with this sword.

There is no such thing as Ding Ying, the best person in the world, and there is no longer the old devil Ding in the world.

Because the entire Guniu Mountain was gone, razed to the ground by a sword.

In the big pit, Chen Pingan, with the help of Jin Li who was no longer suppressed by lightning, flicked his robe, broke the shackles of the earth, and "pulled" himself out of the mud. The two Chen Pingan, soul and soul, both returned to their bodies. , along the hillside, slowly walking out of the big pit.

There was a slight smile in a vicissitudes of voice, whether it was sarcasm or narrow-mindedness, "This sword is not bad."

Chen Pingan took off the wine bottle from his waist, raised his head and took a quick sip of wine, then asked: "Are you the Donghai Taoist that Old Jianxian Chen mentioned? Is this the Taoist temple here?"

The old Taoist who appeared beside Chen Pingan smiled and shook his head: "There is no Taoist temple? Wherever I am, the Taoist temple is there."

Chen Pingan raised his sleeve and wiped the blood on his face, but as soon as he wiped it clean, his face turned bright red again and asked, "Can I curse a few words?"

The old Taoist smiled and said, "You can figure it out yourself."

Chen Ping'an's expression remained unchanged and he continued to wipe away the blood, "The old man's Taoism is so powerful that he can reach the heavens."

The old Taoist nodded and said, "You can teach me."