That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 1222 There Are Thunders From Nine Heavens

It's not that Weichen is uttering wild words, nor is it that Xu Beiyou is overestimated, but it's just the fact.

Others don't know Xu Beiyou's current sky-high ability, but Weichen can see a thing or two now. After all, he was also a great monk who was once expected to ascend to the sky. Even if his current state is not as good as before, his vision is still there. , he can conclude that Xu Beiyou's combat power at this time is even higher than that of the [-]th-floor warrior of the same realm.

That sleeve seems to be an understatement, but in fact, as Xu Beiyou said, there is a complete small world hidden in the sleeve, which is the so-called universe in the sleeve. The weight of a small thousand world is no less than that of Mount Tai. It is difficult for a martial artist with a hundred years of physical fitness to carry it off without a single injury, but Xu Beiyou managed to carry it off, only retreating a distance of more than ten feet, without even the slightest injury.

Just this physique is enough to make people feel jealous, and it also reminds people of two theories.

The body of the big treasure bottle.

Zijin body.

It's nothing that Xu Beiyou has a big vase body, this is something he already knew, but when did he learn the purple gold body of the Shangqing lineage?

Could it be related to the purple talisman seal between his eyebrows?
In this regard, Weichen did not dare to make a judgment. The current Xu Beiyou is undoubtedly full of fog in his eyes, and it is difficult for people to feel the depth. But one thing he can be sure of is that the current Xu Beiyou has not really taken that step to become The figure in the clouds above the eighteenth floor.

Since he didn't take that step, Weichen has the confidence to leave something on Xu Beiyou's body.

In fact, Xu Beiyou was not sure that he could kill this person unscathed.

But this does not mean that Xu Beiyou has no other options.

Xu Beiyou took a deep breath, raised Zhu Xian in his hand, pointed at Mo Chen from a distance, and said in a deep voice, "If you want to die, I will help you."

……

The candle dragon dwells in the cold gate, and the light is still open.

Why can't the sun and the moon shine like this?Only the North Wind came up in anger.

The snowflakes of Yanshan are as big as seats, and the pieces blow down Xuanyuantai.

This is the scene of heavy snowfall in Yanzhou described by Sword Immortal Qinglian in the Northern Wind Tour. It may be slightly exaggerated, but it doesn't look so exaggerated in a place outside the Great Wall like the Northwest.

Just then, it snowed.

And it was snowing heavily.

Zhang Wubing, who was standing at the top of the city of Zhongdu, looked up again, and all he saw was a sky that was whitened by the falling snow, and there was no sea of ​​clouds anymore.

Compared with many cities in the central plains, the city walls of the central capital located in the land of hundreds of battles are extraordinarily majestic and tall. This once ancient capital of several dynasties, in the original world, now stands majestically in the northwest frontier, fading away the former Elegant and luxurious, like a majestic soldier in armor, standing between the sky and the earth, standing upright.

No matter how heavy the snow is, it will not be able to submerge this majestic city, at most it will only be covered with a layer of plain white.

Zhang Wubing stretched out his hand to catch a few snowflakes that were almost as big as the palm of his hand, and suddenly wanted to recite some good lines about heavy snow, but after deliberation, he finally managed to say, "The country is a general picture, and the mouth of the well is a black hole. The body of the yellow dog is white, and the body of the white dog is swollen."

At this time, Li Shentong also ran to the top of the city, just in time to hear these lines of Zhang Wubing's poem, and praised without sincerity, "Good poem, good poem."

Zhang Wubing was stunned for a moment, and explained with a little embarrassment: "We rough people who lead troops to fight are really not good at literary affairs."

Li Shentong said unceremoniously: "You always look young, but you are actually an old man in his eighties. After all these years, even if you don't know much about literature, you should have read a few collections of poetry, let alone you. I have not led soldiers for decades, and in official terms, I am idle at home, if it is because of leading soldiers that I am unable to understand literary affairs, I am afraid it cannot be justified?"

Zhang Wubing was speechless, had to change the subject, and said, "What are you doing here?"

Li Shentong straightened his expression, and said in a deep voice: "Of course, it is to see how the master defeats the powerful enemy. Our sword practice, watching other opponents fight, is the most beneficial to sharpen our own sword practice."

This time on Daoism, Zhang Wubing unceremoniously stretched out his hand and patted Li Shentong's head, and scolded with a smile: "Although this is not bad, it depends on how much you are. You don't even have the realm of the fairyland, so you just want Have you observed the Sword Immortal on the eighteenth floor to sharpen the way of the sword? I am afraid that just the aftermath of the sword energy will kill you kid."

Zhang Wubing threw away the snowflakes in his hands, "Sword immortals of this level are not much different from the legendary realm of immortals. It is said that immortals fight mortals and suffer, even if they want to point fingers, or If it’s just criticism, then you have to be above the sixteenth floor of the Earth Immortal, otherwise you might not even have the qualifications to watch the battle.”

Zhang Wubing looked at Li Shentong, "Your master deliberately flew up to the nine heavens to fight in order not to harm the innocent."

Li Shentong looked up and could only see the slightly whitish dark sky. As for the rest, he couldn't see anything. There was also only the howling sound of the new wind that came with the heavy snow, and he couldn't hear anything.

Li Shentong murmured: "I really want to be like Master, able to fight with people above the nine heavens, this is the demeanor of a fairy."

Zhang Wubing doesn't have any ill feeling towards this little guy who is as big as a kid. Instead, he subconsciously wants to use words to relieve his tension and anxiety. After reciting some poems without interest, after feeling the violent collision of energy faintly coming from the nine heavens, it is difficult for him, the general who conquers the captives who sits in the northwest, to remain indifferent.

Zhang Wubing said softly: "Then you have a long way to go. Some people, like your master, can reach the top of the mountain in just a few years. But some people, like me, have this There are countless monks in the world who may never see the end of their lives. However, after all, there are still a small number of monks like your master. It may not be possible to produce one in 500 years. Even if you have the qualifications to reach the end of the road, it will take an extremely long time. "

Li Shentong said frankly: "I understand this truth, but I want to be like Master."

Zhang Wubing clicked his tongue and said: "If you have the ability, you can tell your master this."

Li Shentong laughed and said, "I dare not."

Zhang Wubing said with a smile: "Xu Beiyou is such an old-fashioned little master, why did he accept such an apprentice like you?"

Li Shentong was about to speak, when suddenly there was a soundless thunder from above the nine heavens.

The reason why it is said to be silent is because the ordinary soldiers on the top of the city did not hear it at all.

But for a cultivator with a cultivation base, the explosion of thunder really existed.

Li Shentong was directly shaken by the thunder and sat down on the ground. The qi machines in the lower dantian qi sea and the Zhongdantian qi mansion were directly scattered and wandered around in the body. It was difficult to gather for a while, even if it was Zhang Even though he was healthy, he had to reach out and hold his heart to suppress the severe atrial fibrillation.

Li Shentong's face was pale.

This is just the aftermath, what would it be like if you were really on the scene?

(End of this chapter)