Sword of Coming

Pang Yuanji put his fingers together in front of him, and said with a smile, "I don't have many flying swords, just one. Fortunately, it's fast enough. I hope I won't disappoint you."

On the main street, sword qi burst forth, and then there seemed to be streams gurgling, crooked and disorganized, and finally spread out and gathered into a river of sword qi.

The sword intent was everywhere, and the drinkers in the wine shops on both sides clearly felt a chill, slowly pouring in from the street.

The reason why Pang Yuanji was selected as a disciple by Lord Yinguan was obviously not some shit luck, but everyone knew that Pang Yuanji was indeed the person who was most likely to inherit the mantle of Lord Yinguan in the past hundred years of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

The place where there are the most monsters is where I get out of the sword.

Which sword cultivator is not fascinated by this realm?

For a sword cultivator, especially one who has the reputation of an innate sword embryo, the rank of his natal flying sword will indeed determine the level of his ultimate achievement.

After Pang Yuanji said that.

There are endless booing sounds in restaurants, big and small, which is full of ridicule.

Pang Yuanji's natal flying sword is called "Guangyin". Time is like water, so flowing water is indeterminate and the sword is invisible. The sword is really unreasonable. The most unreasonable thing is not only the power of the natal flying sword, but after having the "Time" flying sword, Pang Yuanji is known as "the sword masters all laws". The sword can not only temper the body, but also feed back the three souls and seven souls. Practicing spells can get twice the result with half the effort. In addition, Pang Yuanji has shown amazing talent for cultivating Taoism since he was a child. The nickname of "Pang Baijia".

Pang Yuanji didn't have a magic robe, he didn't have half-immortal soldiers like Qi Shou who brought along with his surname, and he didn't have any extra military Jiawan.

Chen Pingan walked forward lightly, his fists cascading down like a waterfall, walking on the street like sailing against the current.

While walking, the fist intent of a pure martial artist and the most refined and pure sword energy will collide with each other, so that the group of spectators whose level is not high enough can no longer see clearly the face and figure of the swordsman in blue shirt The picture on the street is like the wine in the bowl, and the person is like a copper coin thrown into the wine. When the drinker shakes the white bowl, people can't really see the copper coin at the bottom of the bowl.

Ning Yao, who was standing still, said softly, "In that fight, how did Chen Pingan win and why Qi Shou lost? I'll tell you some details later."

Yan Zhuo's eyes lit up, he stared blankly at that figure, and sighed, "As long as my brother is willing to fight, he can win against anyone."

Then Yan Zhuo turned his head and said with a smile: "Right, Sanqiu, who said, 'If you tell lies, you can knock down Qi Shou with one hand'?"

Chen Sanqiu said with a blank face: "It should be Dong Heitan who said it."

Dong Huafu said angrily: "Damn your mother!"

The overlapping peaks are a bit helpless. Dong Heitan is actually the one who has been with A Liang the longest among all people, and he is probably the only "extremely strong" in the Great Wall of Sword Qi who has urinated on A Liang, so Dong Heitan must be bored. If you don't speak, as long as you start swearing, it's all dirty words learned from A Liang. If the listener really cares, they will die of laughter and anger.

A middle-aged sword fairy who quietly came to the dilapidated wine shop, sat next to the one-eyed bearded man, wiped the dust on the table, nodded with a smile and said: "The fist is pure and the meaning of the fist is profound. It is unimaginable that in the early years That Cao Ci was able to beat this person three times in a row."

The bearded man who had been kicked by Mr. Yinguan before did not feel uncomfortable at all, he still drank and said hoarsely: "You are late, if you have seen Cao Ci practicing boxing at the top of the city with your own eyes, it won't be so strange No matter how high Cao Ci has achieved and how quickly he has broken through, I take it for granted."

Speaking of this, the bearded man glanced at Chen Pingan, who was walking leisurely in the torrent of sword energy, "Of course, this young man is indeed very good. I have seen him back and forth on the wall back then." Practicing boxing, at that time, I never imagined that he would have the realm of martial arts that he has today. Even if the boss Sword Immortal said it at the time, I might not believe it."

The middle-aged sword fairy who just came here from Nanba Suozhou not long ago said with a smile: "I heard that he is from the Lizhu Cave of Aquarius Continent, and I don't know if he has anything to do with Song Changjing, the king of the Great Li clan. "

The bearded man shook his head and said, "I'm not sure. You're not very old, but you're an old bird who's used to fighting. You are a pure fighter, do you have so many fights? If you don’t really be in the place of life and death many times, you can’t get this kind of meaning.”

"It doesn't look like a foreigner, but looks like the most authentic young man of the Sword Qi Great Wall."

The sword fairy man from Nanba Suozhou raised his wine bowl, bumped lightly with the other party, took a sip of the wine, and sighed: "The world is big, and people like me who don't like drinking are the only ones here. , and also raised alcoholic bugs in my stomach."

The man twitched his lips. This taciturn sword cultivator in the jadeite realm rarely showed a bit of resentment. He sneered and said, "It's all the ethos brought by that bastard. A bachelor doesn't drink, and he has been a bachelor for thousands of years. Sword immortals don't Drink, Nascent Soul, go for a walk."

Three fights are over.

It's the fourth round soon.

It was really enjoyable.

The fat little girl slapped the window sill with her hands, her face flushed and she was very excited, "See, see, do I have good eyesight? Don't be shy, say it out loud!"

Nobody paid any attention to her.

This made the little girl a little annoyed, and suddenly found that Sister Dong beside her was a little abnormal.

She asked curiously: "Sister Dong, did you suddenly find out that Sister Ning had picked such a good man? Looking at it again, I found that I was old enough to pick and choose, but there was no one suitable for me, so you felt very uncomfortable in my heart? Then Just learn from me, speak out when you are happy, and speak out when you are sad, and I will drink with you. I will lend you some of my happiness!"

Dong Bu lay on the window sill, rubbed his face fiercely with his hands, sighed, nodded and said: "It's hard for a thief, after so many years, nothing can compare to girl Ning."

The little girl comforted: "Sister Dong, you are old. In this matter, Sister Ning is no match for you. You are sure to win!"

Dong Bu turned his head, stretched out his hand to hold the little girl's neck, lifted it gently, and said with a smile, "Speak up, I didn't hear clearly just now."

The girl left her feet off the ground, extremely annoyed, and said angrily: "Sister Dong, from today onwards, show me some respect. If you are not careful, I will be that little daughter-in-law of Chen Ping'an, and you will not be able to bear it by then Let's go, he sees that I'm used to being bullied by you, and if he can't get angry, he will hit you, just like beating Qi Shou. At that time, I won't be able to stop me, I will be powerless, and I can only watch Sister Dong, you bouncing back and forth on the ground go."

Dong Bu poked the girl in his hand on the ground, and said with a smile: "What a mess, go talk to Ning girl about this."

The girl stood still and shook her shoulders, "I'm not stupid, can't I see the flirtatiousness between him and Sister Ning, just talking casually. My mother often said that the man who can't get is the one in the world." The best man! I know, my mother said that on purpose to my father, my father always looks as pitiful as eating shit. Swear, don't dare, hit, if you can't hit, really want to Get angry, it seems unnecessary."

Dong can't hold down the little girl's head, just to make the latter "kowtow", and scolded with a smile: "You don't learn well at a young age, and you don't have a good mouth. Are you afraid that your parents will beat your ass?"

After Dong Bu stopped, the girl wiped the red and swollen forehead with both hands, and without looking at Dong Bu, she clenched her fists and slammed on the window sill, "Annoyance! I've decided. When he wins Pang Yuanji, I will fight with him." I went to learn boxing, but he didn’t teach me, so I just knelt at the door of sister Ning’s house, kneeling like a stick of incense and half a stick of incense, full of sincerity! When I learn boxing, hehe, then sister Dong, you should be careful when you walk at night! "

Even Dong Bu couldn't do anything about the little girl.

There is a hole in the brain, and the reason can't be filled.

Dong Bu suddenly sighed: "It's a bit too much to watch the battle of swordsmen."

Just as the little girl was about to speak, Dong Bu put his arms around her neck and pulled her towards him. The little girl tilted her head, rolled her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and pretended to be dead.

above the street.

The young warrior in the green shirt and white jade hairpin did a strange thing.

He didn't rely on Wufu's tough physique and fitness, and didn't pursue "wading" at the fastest speed to get close to that Pang Yuanji.

Instead, with a slight shake of his arm, he grabbed a large stack of yellow paper talismans of ordinary rank with both hands, and threw them out, and there were forty or fifty talismans of various colors all at once.

Almost all the talismans were instantly shattered by the sword energy.

But Chen Pingan continued like this, walking slowly and throwing talismans at a speed that dazzled people.

Pang Yuanji smiled, pinched his fingers together, and stepped on his feet.

In the distance behind Chen Pingan, there were ripples, and a Pang Yuanji appeared.

On the roofs on both sides of the street, there were twelve more Pang Yuanji.

Every "Pang Yuanji" on the high place is either pinching the Tao formula or applying the seal of the Buddha's family. At their feet, there is a talisman array. Between Pang Yuanji and Pang Yuanji, and between the talisman arrays, there are lines The slender silk threads of different colors swim like dragons and snakes, attracting and fitting each other, and finally form a talisman array covering the entire street.

Not only that, but the two Pang Yuanji standing in front of and behind Chen Pingan also began to move forward slowly. The written virtual talisman, the aura of the talisman bursts out grains of extremely bright light, some talismans, the aura rippling with water, some intertwined with thunder and lightning, some entwined with fire dragons, and so on.

For the last time, Chen Ping threw out more than a hundred yellow paper talismans in one go.

Standing still in an instant, the boxing frame was raised again, and the thick boxing intent that was flowing violently on his body, like a sword returning to its sheath, with a retracted boxing frame, he handed out a swift fist.

Punch out like a rainbow.

Shaking like thunder, it grows on the ground.

The long river of sword energy on the entire street was shaking with it.

The sword energy of that river, most of the sword intent, gathered around the green shirt, like a heavy army besieging a city.

The two Pang Yuanji on the street were still walking non-stop and fast, continuing to consolidate the talisman array.

Pang Yuanji did not watch the three fights in vain.

This Chen Pingan has too many tricks, emerging one after another, the key is that he is still hiding his strength.

For example, the left hand that hasn't really punched yet.

Also, Pang Yuanji still couldn't figure out how fast Chen Ping's real figure was.

In the battle with Qi Shou, this Chen Pingan actually had many tricks to cover his eyes.

Under the Sword Immortal, apart from Ning Yao, Pang Yuanji, and those Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators, maybe they can only watch the excitement.

In fact, deep down in his heart, Pang Yuanji felt a little helpless.

You, Chen Pingan, are a pure martial artist, a qi trainer of the lower five realms, and it’s all right to have a flying sword after the great training. What’s the matter with the other two imitation swords and flying swords that can scare people?

God knows if this guy will still be hiding a handful.

Pang Yuanji felt that that guy did such an immoral thing.

In addition, Pang Yuanji was more alert.

The talismans smashed by Chen Ping'an were in fact precisely examining the subtleties of the river of sword energy.

So without hesitation, Pang Yuanji drew back his sword energy, absolutely not giving him any more chances to investigate.

After Chen Pingan and his party left Ning Mansion earlier.

On the martial arts arena, Nalan Yexing, the old servant of the Ning family, who has diligently protected the three generations of masters of the Ning family, is squatting on the ground, stretching out five fingers, and gently rubbing the ground.

Bai Lianshuang stood beside the old lady of the Yao family who accompanied her young lady to the Ning Mansion in the early years, and said angrily, "Old dog, why don't you keep an eye on that side? Something went wrong, what should I do? You dog Life, can you afford it?"

Nalan Yexing said indifferently: "No matter how dangerous it is, can it be as dangerous as the battlefield in the south?"

Bai Lianshuang became more and more angry, "People's hearts are sinister, why is it a little bit worse than fighting on the battlefield? Nalan old dog! Do you really understand, or pretend to understand?"

Nalan Yexing closed his hands and raised his head, remaining silent.

Bai Lianshuang sighed, and his tone slowed down, "Have you ever thought that a young man as young as Mr. Chen would not need to waste so much energy if he were replaced by a prostitute with any other major surname in Jianqi Great Wall? The comfortable son-in-law of Chenglong is here. When we come to our side, there are only you and me in the Ning Mansion. The Yao family still chooses to wait and see. Since even the Yao family has not made a statement, it means that something happened. Before, there was no one to support our young lady and uncle, if something happened, it would be too late."

Nalan Yexing said, "Old Yao, I'm holding my breath in my heart."

Bai Lianshuang hesitated, and asked tentatively: "Why don't we leak some information about our uncle's betrothal gift to the Yao family?"

It was rare for Nalan Yexing to speak forcefully on the old woman's side. He turned his head and said in a deep voice, "Don't spoil Chen Ping'an, and don't insult the Yao family."

Bai Lianshuang nodded, for the first time, he did not reciprocate.

Nalan Yexing explained: "Since you have said everything, Chen Pingan has chosen our lady, so there is nothing we can do. If he can convince us, it is up to Chen Pingan to convince others. If he can't, then convince him!"

Bai Lianshuang complained: "It's not that I want you to get mixed up and help Chen Pingan get sidetracked. I just want you to keep an eye on it so as not to be surprised. You've been talking about it for a long time, but you didn't get to the point at all."

Nalan Yexing said helplessly: "Okay, then I will break the agreement and tell you the truth. I won't go out this trip, so I can only nest here and scratch my heart and lungs. This is what Chen Ping'an meant. Otherwise, I would have gone there earlier. Pick a corner to drink."

Bai Lianshuang asked suspiciously, "He has already greeted you?"

Nalan Yexing nodded and said, "I don't dare to fool you with this kind of thing, do I? It's Chen Pingan's own idea."

The old man stood up and said with a smile: "The reason is very simple. If there are no elders in the Ning Mansion to go there, the Qi family will not have the shame to go there. As for the fight with Qi Shou, even if he loses, he will lose well. Qi Shou will never feel that he has really won. If Qi Shou dares to disobey the rules, it is no longer as simple as winning or losing, but at a certain time, he suddenly makes a move in a gesture of dividing life and death, acting across the boundary, then He, Chen Pingan, will be able to force the ancestors behind Qi Shou to come out and clean up the mess. By that time, how much face and integrity the Qi family can recover from the ground will depend on the people watching the battle at that time, whether they agree or not."

Bai Lianshuang fell into deep thought, thinking over these words carefully.

Nalan Yexing said again: "You and Miss may not be clear about it. Chen Ping'an came to me twice in private. One time, he asked about the details of Qi Shou, Pang Yuanji, and Gao Yehou. , temperament, fighting habits, and their preachers. Among them, fighting is divided into battlefield fighting and catching and fighting. Chen Ping asked them all. The second time was to let me help imitate the three-person flying sword. He came There is only one purpose for each of them to fight against the enemy. My sword must be faster than the three people's natal flying sword. Of course I will not refuse. It is in Chen Pingan's room where it is difficult to move around. Of course There is no need to hurt anyone, just stop. Chen Pingan said with a smile that once he really lets go and punches with all his strength, he will at least let these heavenly favorites compete with Chen Pingan. At the end of the fight, it is estimated that they will not be able to distinguish between life and death."

Bai Lianshuang had a strange expression on his face.

Nalan Yexing smiled even more strangely, and casually pointed to the direction of the stacked store, "Are you still worried about Chen Pingan? Shouldn't Qi Shou, Pang Yuanji and the others have a headache for Chen Pingan? Disparity, Chen Ping'an will probably be disgusted to death. Chen Ping'an takes a lot of punches, and you Bai Lianshuang has punched, so you don't know?"

Nalan Yexing paced slowly, in a good mood, "This boy, please talk and understand etiquette. When you come to my side and help him feed the sword, we both drank a little wine, and the boy is much more difficult to talk about." You didn't see that, Chen Pingan at that time, after drinking, took off his boots, and imitated me to sit cross-legged, the look in his eyes at that time, plus the words he said, what happened? a scene."

Nalan Yexing showed a somewhat nostalgic look.

Ning Mansion really needs to have a male master, otherwise it would be too boring.

Bai Lianshuang stared and said: "When we meet, call him Mr. Chen! On my side, you can call him Uncle. Is it reasonable for you to talk about Chen Pingan? Who will borrow your guts?!"

Nalan Yexing was so aggrieved that he managed to earn some face with Chen Ping'an, but with his wife and aunt, he gave back everything left.

The old woman said to herself: "Old dog, you said it is impossible for Mr. Chen to win three games in a row."

Nalan Yexing had already prepared a draft, "Of course I want to, but if it's Pang Yuanji, Qi Shou and Gao Yehou in the third fight, it's still a bit difficult for one of these three to jump out. Let's just say that Qi is the most likely Shou, as long as this little brat doesn't trust him, Chen Pingan will fight with him, sometimes."

as expected.

The two old men clearly sensed the vigorous breath of an ancient sword, which echoed on the street beyond the shop.

Then the fairy sword that Chen Ping put on the side room of the small house left Ning Mansion by itself.

The old woman kicked Nalan Yexing's knee, "Go and see the situation! Crow's mouth, it's clear that Qi Shou took the tall candle out of its sheath."

Although Nalan Yexing looked as usual, he was actually a little anxious in his heart. In ordinary sparring, regardless of life and death, why would he need a half-immortal soldier to face off with an immortal soldier?

Nalan Yexing didn't care about any agreement or not.

It's just that the old man didn't expect her to come to an end, instead he calmed down all of a sudden. Although his expression was solemn, Bai Lianshuang still shook his head and said, "Forget it. We have to trust my uncle, we have already expected this."

Nalan Yexing asked tentatively, "You really don't need me to go?"

The implication is, of course, if something goes wrong there, you, Bai Lianshuang, can do whatever I want Nalan Yexing to do afterward, but you must not blame him for negligence of duty.

Bai Lianshuang nodded, "I said it!"

Nalan Yexing glanced at her.

The old woman said angrily: "Old dog - take care of the dog's eyes!"

Nalan Yexing knew that she was not in a good mood at the moment, so he endured it.

Anyway, if you don't care about her, it's not a matter of a year or two.

Not long after, a golden core swordsman hurried over against the wind and landed on the martial arts arena. After saluting the two seniors, "Chen Pingan has won three games, and the three are Ren Yi, Pu Yu, and Qi Shou. "

This golden core swordsman who is nearly a hundred years old but only looks young, named Cui Wei, is an unnamed disciple of Nalan Yexing. Nalan Yexing is not serious, but Cui Wei has always abided by the etiquette of master and apprentice. In fact, for more than ten years , was implicated by the catastrophe in Ning Mansion, and life was extremely unsatisfactory, Cui Wei still did not change his original intention.

The old woman applauded loudly.

Nalan Yexing asked: "Chen Ping'an is seriously injured? Then why don't you protect yourself, just to take the lead in claiming credit for running here?"

Cui Wei smiled and said: "It seems that there is another fight. After I tell the news, I have to go back to watch the battle."

Nalan Yexing grabbed Cui Wei's shoulder, "Tell me about the three fights in detail!"

Cui Wei smiled bitterly and said, "Master, in the fourth fight, Chen Ping'an fought Pang Yuanji, and it was Chen Ping'an who took the initiative to invite the fight. It's a pity not to watch it. When I came to Ning Mansion, I found out that two more people had rushed to fight." Senior Sword Immortal of Beiju Luzhou."

Nalan Yexing asked, "Then the tall candle?"

Cui Wei smiled knowingly, "Sword Immortal Gao Kui made the final decision, and revealed the truth, so Qi Shou only held the sword, but did not draw it out, and has already put away the sword and walked away."

The old woman didn't have time to rejoice, her expression changed slightly, "What? Young Master wants to fight Pang Yuanji again?!"

Nalan Yexing smiled, "I'm very relieved."

The old woman pointed out, "Go and stare!"

Nalan Yexing shook his head and said, "No need to go, winning against Qi Shou has already proved that Chen Ping'an not only knows what's in his mind, but also punches more effectively."

On the side of the anonymous disciple Cui Wei, I still want to talk about the demeanor of the predecessors.

But Nalan Yexing moved quietly under his feet.

The old woman waved her hand, "Cui Wei, please go and look at it again, if something is wrong, then use the flying sword to send a message to Ningfu."

Cui Wei hurried away with Yujian.

The sparring on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the earth-shaking battle between the two sword celestial beings, the sword energy of both sides covering the sky and the sun, is of course not to be missed.

But Cui Wei didn't feel at all that the dispute between Chen Ping'an, Qi Shou and Pang Yuanji was not exciting.

In fact, it's brilliant.

Otherwise, Gao Kui and the four Sword Immortals of the Upper Five Realm would not drink there.

Coupled with the fact that the sword celestials who came one after another rushed to witness the last junior sparring, Cui Wei even guessed that there would be sword celestials as many as two hands gathered in that street in the end!

Back then, Cao Ci from Shenzhou of Middle Earth appeared on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and there was a conflict. How many sword immortals were willing to show up?

Although this has a lot to do with Cao Ci's level of martial arts at that time was not high, and he was quick to punch the enemy. But leaving aside all the reasons, just talking about the number of sword immortals watching the battle, Chen Pingan, who had just arrived at the Great Wall of Sword Qi for a few days, had unknowingly caught up with someone back then, but the latter was a wild game Chaotic battles have nothing to do with heroism, sword fairy romance.

The old woman murmured: "It would be great if the old lady was still here."

Nalan Yexing was speechless, only sighed.

The old woman rubbed her eyes and said with a smile, "It's fine now."

On the top of the Jianqi Great Wall, there are two thatched huts, large and small, adjacent to each other.

A young man with a face like a crown of jade walked out of the small thatched hut, came to the head of the northern city nearby, looked at the northern city, and said with a smile: "Senior Zuo, the Yin officials have all rushed over to join in the fun, don't you really want to see it?" How many times?"

On the top of the city, a man sat cross-legged, with a horizontal sword on his knees, closed his eyes and rested his mind, surrounded by criss-crossing sharp sword aura, condensed into reality, suddenly life and death were uncertain, thanks to the man standing next to him, it was the wind. Snow Temple Sword Fairy Wei Jin.

Wei Jin was born in Baoping Continent after Li Tuanjing and before Ma Kuxuan. As for the three people, it is also recognized that Li Tuanjing, who had stopped at the peak of the Yuanying sword before his death, was not inferior to Wei Jin in terms of aptitude. , but it is a pity that he was trapped by love, and lost the possibility of becoming the first immortal swordsman in the history of Aquarius Island in vain. They all think that the aptitude should be slightly inferior to the two predecessors Li Tuanjing and Wei Jin, but the opportunity of the road is too good, and the final achievement in the future may be even higher than that of Wei and Jin. Xie passed away, after all, everything is closed.

Left and right did not open their eyes, and said indifferently: "There is nothing to see, and it is meaningless to win for a while."

Wei Jin knew the temper of the left senior, so he was not too taboo, and said with a smile: "This really doesn't seem like a senior brother should have an attitude towards a junior brother."

Shaking his head left and right, he said, "I've never admitted this. Besides, according to the orthodox tradition, he didn't hang a portrait of the patriarch, he didn't offer incense and kowtow, so he wasn't my junior brother."

Wei Jin didn't say anything more.

Senior Zuo is not talkative at all, it seems that asking him to say a word is more difficult than fighting an enemy with a sword.

Zuo Zuo and Wei Jin, two sword immortals, one from Shenzhou of Middle Earth and the other from Aquarius Continent, and Zuo Zuo has been far away from the human field of vision, like a lonely ghost wandering in the vast sea for more than a hundred years During that time, the two were at odds with each other, except that they both knew A Liang and Chen Pingan.

Wei Jin's swordsmanship and character are more pleasing to the eye. This young Wei Jin, who has received a lot of favor from A Liang, is considered to be among the many sword repairers on the Great Wall of Sword Qi. There are not many left and right who are willing to say a few more words The presence.

However, Wei Jin is just a sword fairy who has not been in the Jade Realm for a long time. On the other hand, Zuo Zuo, who has been famous all over the world a hundred years ago, Wei Jin calls him Senior Zuo, which is very real.

Wei Jin was a little emotional.

Every sword cultivator will have a sword fairy who he admires the most in his heart.

For example, Fengxue Temple Shenxiantai, his master who is not high in cultivation but will be respected by Wei and Jin for a lifetime, has always admired Li Tuanjing who suppressed Zhengyang Mountain by himself. Tuanjing asked about the way of swordsmanship, even if Li Tuanjing only said one word, he would have no regrets in this life. It's a pity that the master has a thin skin and a low level of cultivation, so he still can't achieve his wish. When he was wandering in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, he ran into that "swordsman" wearing a bamboo hat, retreated and broke the realm, and then wanted to be a sword fairy and as a disciple of the master. Asking about the sword and wind and thunder garden, Li Tuanjing has passed away.

For Wei Jin, his own life is always like this. If you don't ask for it, it may be full, and if you ask for it, it will be fleeting and go farther and farther.

Fortunately, after arriving at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Wei and Jin's state of mind was broadened.

There are the eldest sword immortals who have lived alone in the Great Wall of Sword Qi for thousands of years, those fellows from Beiju Luzhou who died generously, and of course there are also seniors who have reached the peak of swordsmanship and seem to be a lot higher than the swordsmanship of Haoran Tianxia.

In the previous battle, one person on the left and right wielded a sword, went deep into the hinterland of the monster army, and used his sword energy to open the way at will. There was no need to draw a sword at all, the magic weapon was close to him, and he turned into dust by himself.

It wasn't until they met the big monster who picked out at the first glance that the left and right began to fight in earnest.

That fight between the gods affected countless fish in the pond, anyway, there are monster races within a hundred miles.

Absolutely gorgeous.

This battle alone made Zuo Zuo the most popular foreigner among the native sword cultivators of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

After the battle ended, left and right were sitting alone on the top of the wall drinking wine. After the boss sword fairy Chen Qingdu showed up, he said, "Sword skills are high, but not enough."

Even in the face of Dinghaishenzhen, who was called the boss sword fairy by A Liangjing, the left and right could only answer one sentence, "That means the sword skill is not high enough."

At that time, Chen Qingdu turned around with his hands behind his back, shook his head and smiled and said, "How did that most flexible old scholar teach you such a student?"

Left and right are too lazy to talk.

The reason is simple, you can't beat this old man.

Otherwise, he would have to use the sword to speak, so that the highest senior ten thousand year prisoner must be more polite when referring to his husband.

Wei Jin stared down at the open palms, and said with a smile: "In the first round, Chen Pingan won, very easily, and the opponent was a sword cultivator at the Dragon Gate level."

The left and right were silent for a moment, still did not open their eyes, but frowned and said, "Dragon Gate Realm Sword Cultivator?"

Wei Jin thought that Senior Zuo disliked Chen Pingan's opponent for being too low-level, and said, "In the second round, it's a young Jindan."

Unexpectedly, Zuo Zuo frowned more and more, "It's only been ten years? Has it been ten years? Can you become a sword cultivator at the Dragon Gate?"

Wei Jin's mood is a bit complicated.

Did Senior Zuo have too little confidence in his junior brother?

Wei Jin quickly remembered one thing. It seems that when Senior Zuo was studying under Wen Sheng's school, his realm was indeed not high, and he was not a congenital sword embryo.

Left and right said indifferently: "You don't need to tell me about the battle situation."

The Wei and Jin Dynasties just watched the mountains and rivers by themselves.

Zuo Zuo continued to sharpen his own sword intent with the bold sword intent of the entire Great Wall of Sword Qi.

When you are young, it is not a good thing to not concentrate on studying and distract yourself from martial arts and sword practice.

After going through a lot of things, and then turning to study, it is difficult to absorb some simple truths.

My mind is full of thoughts about how to get along with this world, and I pick and choose. The knowledge that I use, the knowledge that can solve my urgent needs, is considered good knowledge. No matter how much I know about this kind of knowledge, it is natural for ordinary people Not a small benefit, after all, as an individual, I have to have my peace of mind, but for my husband's students, especially those who are still closed disciples... it doesn't mean much.

Wei Jin was silent for a long time. After watching the second fight, he noticed the slight abnormalities around him, and couldn't help asking: "Since Senior Zuo still has concerns, why didn't he even want to see him?"

Left and right frowned and said, "I told you, I don't think he is my junior brother."

That young man could be his husband's disciple, or Qi Jingchun's junior, but even so, it didn't mean he was the junior in his heart.

Otherwise, why do he call himself a big brother and treat Cui Chan, the recognized literary sage and head disciple, as nothing?

Taking a step back, is there a junior brother in the world who caresses about his little daughter-in-law and leaves the senior brother alone?

If I don't treat you as a junior brother, is that why you dare not treat me as a senior brother?

The Wei and Jin Dynasties watched the battle quietly and from afar.

Left and right suddenly opened their eyes, squinted them, and looked up at the street in the city.

Wei Jin held back his laughter and didn't speak.

At this moment, it happened that the disciple of the Qi family drew his sword out of its sheath.

Left and right quickly closed their eyes.

Wei Jin smiled knowingly.

Wen Sheng's lineage is the most reasonable.

Elsewhere on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, Lord Yinguan Yufeng fell under the top of the wall, jumped up, stepped on the wall, and walked up.

The footsteps seemed to be not fast, but they arrived at the top of the city in an instant. An elderly sword fairy of Beiju Luzhou who was stationed in the nearby area clasped his fists and saluted.

Lord Yinguan nodded, stood on the top of the north wall, took a big step, and came to the top of the wall near the south, reached out and grabbed his two braids, and lifted them up, swaying, slowly lift off.

Then she frowned, reluctantly, and turned around against the wind, shooting towards a certain city below her feet like an arrow, and the entire thick sea of ​​clouds above her head was dispelled, and in an instant, she appeared beside a thatched hut , "Why? I didn't drink!"

An old man put his hands behind his back and said with a smile, "I have something to discuss with you."

Yin Guan said: "I haven't been drinking, and I don't have the strength to fight recently. I won't go to the south."

The old man smiled and said, "You're so naughty, you really don't plan to marry in the future?"

Mr. Yinguan, who was wearing a loose black robe, looked like a little black cat with fried hair at the moment.

The big sleeves fluttered, and black clouds surrounded the little girl.

It turned out that when the old man was speaking, he had already stood beside her, bent down and stretched out his hand, and pressed her little head.

The fluttering black robe instantly loosened, she bowed her head and moved, and said in a deep voice, "I have something to say!"

The old man waved his hand, "Go play by yourself. It's okay."

She said angrily: "Chen Qingdu! You're just kidding me!"

Chen Qingdu smiled and said, "Hearing the tone of our lord Yinguan, are you a little unconvinced?"

Her face darkened.

next moment.

First, a small world suddenly appeared on the Great Wall of Sword Qi near the hut.

Then almost all the sword cultivators at the top of the city felt a shock in the whole city.

In that small world.

The eldest sword fairy held down Lord Yinguan's head with one hand. The latter's feet were dangling in the air, and his back was leaning against the city wall. She was full of murderous aura, but she couldn't break free.

Chen Qingdu said indifferently: "It's not that I can't take care of you, but I feel guilty, so I don't bother to take care of you. You are young and ignorant, so I am very tolerant to you. Remember?"

The hidden official was silent for a long time, then nodded.

Chen Qingdu let go, Yinguan slipped to the ground.

The old man said, "Let's play."

Yinguan let out a groan, turned around, and swaggered away, his sleeves flying up.

The old man stopped and looked at the barren world in the south.

smiled.

The world is like wine, drunk before flowers, drunk under the moon, drunk me for thousands of years.

Chen Qingdu looked back to the north.

In the case of not much difference in realm, it is not enough to be an enemy with that kid.

Talismans are useless.

Chen Ping also has three flying swords, Shiwu, Pine Needle, and Si Lei, so he can determine for himself many facts about Pang Yuanji's natal flying sword.

The two Pang Yuanji on the street also took it easy, one of them stopped, with his mind divided, he controlled the three wisps of sword energy and entangled Chen Ping's three flying swords.

The other person controls the sword energy, consumes Chen Ping'an who keeps punching, that mouthful of martial arts energy and the condensed punching intent of his body.

As for the twelve Pang Yuanji on the roof, they started to build a new talisman array.

Pang Yuanji chose the most stupid method, step by step, turning the whole street into his own little world.

Just like a sage sits in an academy and a god sits in a mountain, the cultivation level is even higher!

In the end, the sword can be repaired with the Yuanying Sword, and the winner can be instantly determined.

The other party was obviously aware of Pang Yuanji's thoughts.

It's a pity that he seems to be unable to catch it. Even the momentum of punching has already made the spectators tremble with fear. The collision of punches and swords caused the entire street floor to be shattered.

However, both sides had a tacit understanding. No matter how the world turned upside down, Pang Yuanji's sword energy did not enter the wine shop at all, and so did Chen Ping's fist.

Just when Pang Yuanji was about to finish his work.

That young warrior finally no longer has any strength left.

In the blink of an eye, he punched Jiang He and came to Pang Yuanji in front of him.

Not only that, but another flying sword with snow-white rainbow light suddenly appeared in the world, without any warning, it flew towards Pang Yuanji, who was driving the sword energy behind him, to deal with the three flying swords.

It's nothing.

Dressed in white clothes, she rises from the ground, and the spirit of Yin travels far away in the sky.

At the punching place, that Pang Yuanji was beaten to death.

Feijian smashed the second Pang Yuanji in the first day of junior high school.

But Chen Pingan's yin spirit suddenly hovered, condescending, and used the upside-down cloud steaming Daze style, fists and fists like torrential rain, all over the roof ridges, everyone Pang Yuanji.

At the same time, Chen Pingan's real body, who was holding his fists on the street, squatted slightly on his knees, like a collapsed boxing frame, and burst out a fist that had never been shown on Chen Pingan's body. The street under his feet collapsed and sank almost from the beginning to the end. Chen Pingan was on a high place, and he had already crossed the top of his Yinshen head, and delivered the most peak punch in his life to somewhere.

In the sky above the city, first the punch went straight away, like a knife cutting white paper.

Then there was a movement, and there was a rumbling sound above everyone's head.

Pang Yuanji, who appeared out of nowhere in the air, faced the coming straight fist, retracted the flying sword in an instant, and a golden figure with a height of several feet appeared, with arms crossed, blocking in front of Pang Yuanji.

That dharma image is not majestic and majestic, but the golden light is as thick as water.

Pang Yuanji was pushed back to a higher place together with the golden figure.

When Pang Yuanji stabilized his figure, the golden figure suddenly turned into heaven and earth, and became tens of feet tall. Standing behind Pang Yuanji, he held a seal in one hand and a giant sword in the other.

Chen Ping stepped on the first and fifteenth day of junior high school.

In the face of such a magnificent vision, do not retreat but advance, and ascend at an extremely fast speed.

At the window, outside the restaurant, heads stretched out their necks, staring dumbfounded.

These two guys played a little lawlessly.

Yan Zhuo said softly: "Ning Yao, don't you persuade him? There is really no need to go to this point. Pang Yuanji is not a bad person, but Chen Pingan is even better. If Qi Shou is replaced, I wish Chen Pingan would punch him down and kill Qi Shou." The brains of Satoshi were beaten out. If the beating continues like this, life and death will really be separated."

Ning Yao said unhappily: "I can't persuade you."

Dong Huafu was a little bit like a cloud, is there anyone in the world who can't be persuaded by Sister Ning?

Whether it's Ah Liang or the boss sword fairy, on Sister Ning's side, they are all very impressive. What's more, Sister Ning was sensible early, even those two never treated Sister Ning as a child. He is also the first among them, and so far the only one who can discuss important matters with A Liang and the boss Sword Immortal. In this regard, Dong Huafu's sister admitted that she was far inferior to Ning Yao.

Ning Yao added: "I don't want to persuade you."

Dong Huafu was relieved very quickly, this is what Sister Ning would say.

Pang Yuanji raised his hand high and pressed it down heavily.

Behind him, the golden figure as tall as a mountain, holding the mysterious magic seal intertwined with thunder and lightning, followed by a slap.

I saw that young martial artist broke the seal with one punch, and still had enough strength to punch Pang Yuanji!

Unmoved, Pang Yuanji swiped his fingers horizontally.

Fa Shizhe sword swept out, and the giant sword slammed on the waist of the young man in blue.

Chen Ping's feet took root, and instead of being slapped away and falling to the ground, Chen Pingan was just moved laterally by the blade of the sword for more than ten feet. When the strength of the giant sword in Fa Xiang's hand was slightly weakened, he continued to lean upwards and raised his left hand again. punch.

Seeing this scene, all the sword cultivators under the Earth Immortal felt their scalps go numb and their backs feel cold.

The French seal was condensed again, and the giant sword was raised high and fell again.

Chen Ping disappeared twice out of thin air, came to a slightly higher place between Pang Yuanji and the golden body, and punched Pang Yuanji's real body on the head.

bang.

Pang Yuanji smashed straight into the ground of the street from the air, no one was seen, the dust was flying, and he didn't show up for a long time.

Wearing a green shirt and stepping on two flying swords, he slowly landed on the street. His left arm was drooping, not to mention his right hand.

It happened that the sword fairy was right next to him.

Standing on the edge of the pit, covered in blood, he slowly turned his head and looked at his beloved girl in the distance.

The young swordsman in the green shirt and the white jade hairpin gently pressed the hilt of the sword fairy with his bare palm, blinked at her, and smiled brightly.