Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 329 Qiushui is innocent
"See how long you can be arrogant, old man."

Hearing the sound, Yang Zhicheng, with a gloomy face, jumped ten feet with a bang like a cannonball, and punched Mr. Da on the edge of the city wall.

The iron fist has not yet arrived, but the wind of fist is prevailing, and the violent wind blows Mr. Da's gray temples.

Mr. Da held the jug in one hand and Kaishan in the other. Faced with Yang Zhicheng's knife, he just took a step forward.

"Kaishan, let's go, don't insult my Qiushui's name in this final battle."

After he finished speaking, Kaishan uttered a whimpering sword cry, as if responding to him.

Just when Mr. Da took this step, Yang Zhicheng came to Mr. Da with his iron fist wrapped in turbid air, with a crackling sound of tearing the air.

Mr. Da, who was slightly drunk at first, instantly condensed his slack pupils, and Kaishan pierced out like a stream of light.

However, Mr. Da's sword did not hit Yang Zhicheng's fist directly, but slashed across the back of the fist with extraordinary precision, and immediately the blade of the sword rubbed against the qi of the fist, making a tingling sound.

But just when the sword seemed to have lost its aim and had no blocking effect on Yang Zhicheng's fist, Mr. Da twisted his eyes, the body of Kaishan's sword trembled, the tip of the sword trembled, and stabbed at Yang Zhicheng impartially. Yang Zhicheng's wrist.

boom!
It was this thrust that made Yang Zhicheng lose the strength of his fist, and brushed Mr. Da's ear and temple away with his fist.

Mr. Da took advantage of the situation, turned his foot strength, and passed the extremely concise sword from Yang Zhicheng's back.

Realizing the danger, Yang Zhicheng suddenly condensed all the energy around him, and only heard a "bang" sound as if Mr. Da's sword had been stabbed on a steel plate. It didn't pierce Yang Zhicheng's back heart, but the strength of this sword was to overwhelm him. Yang Zhicheng flew straight into the air, hitting the city wall just like Mr. Da did before.

This extremely delicate sword saw many sword repairers tremble, because Mr. Da's sword did not fail to see a trace of sword energy, sword momentum or sword intent, and he hardly even used the true energy in his body.

What Mr. Da used was only the sword in his hand, and his body that looked like an oil well lamp.

This sword seems to have returned to the beginning of every sword practice. There are no fancy techniques, no surging true energy, only his own saber, and the energy in his body.

"Without real energy and sword skills, how did his sword beat a full-strength punch of a real-life cultivator? Don't tell me it's because of luck."

Someone's mouth twitched.

In the courtyard of the Nangong family, a child of the Nangong family also raised the same question.

For a moment, Nangongyan and the others didn't know how to answer.

"It's instinct."

Nangong Lie stood up and looked at Mr. Da in awe.

"Mr. Da threw away all his life's knowledge with this sword, chose to trust the saber in his hand, and then fought with his body's instincts with the determination to die."

While speaking, Nangong Lie tightly clenched his fist in his sleeve.

"I thought this Qiushui, I'm just not as good as that Xu Honghu, I didn't expect that there is such a big gentleman..."

He said with a hint of resignation.

……

"Old man, I'm going to smash you into a pulp!"

Yang Zhicheng was extremely ashamed and angry when he stumbled on an old man who seemed to be powerless.

He slammed his fist on the city wall with his hand, and the tower at Tianjingguan trembled.

"puff……"

What was unexpected was that Yang Zhicheng's punch on the city tower seemed to hit Mr. Da, causing Mr. Da to vomit a mouthful of blood.

"I see."

Dazed for a moment, Yang Zhicheng suddenly understood, it turned out that Mr. Da had bound his spirit and soul to the Tianjing Pass, and attacking Tianjingguan was attacking Mr. Da.

"The wind and thunder cannon bombarded the tower!"

Immediately, Yang Zhicheng grinned grinningly and rushed towards Mr. Da again, while directing the wind and thunder cannon to attack Tianjingguan.

Immediately afterwards, the wind and thunder cannons bombarded Tianjingguan like raindrops. Even though there was a large array of guards blocking the tower, he was still safe, but Mr. Da's face was pale and bloodless.

But Mr. Da didn't just fall down. He seemed to have completely forgotten the pain of his body and soul. He stood up slowly while kicking the mountain, smiling at the corner of his mouth and looking hopefully at Qiushui behind him.

He stood up tremblingly, took another sip of the white brew in the flagon, then shook the Kaishan sword in his hand, and while walking towards Yang Zhicheng, he recited loudly and passionately:

"Why don't you say no clothes? The same robes as your son. Wang Yuxing's teacher, repair my spear. I share the same hatred with my son!"

After saying this, Yang Zhicheng came to him with an angry and mocking fist, and hit his abdomen with one punch, sending his whole body flying out.

But immediately, Mr. Big stood up again, drinking heavily while holding a sword and singing a long song:
"Don't you say no clothes? Same Ze with Zi..."

boom!
This time, Yang Zhicheng didn't let him finish his sentence, and once again punched Mr. Da's body into the air, and the onlookers could even clearly hear the sound of his bones shattering.

"Old man, let's see if you die!"

"Why don't you say that you have no clothes? You are in the same pool with your son. Wang Yuxing's teacher, repair my spear and halberd. Work together with your son!"

"Why don't you say you have no clothes? I have the same clothes as my son. Wang Yuxing's division, repair my armor and soldiers. Walk with my son!"

Yang Zhicheng walked up to Mr. Da, looked at Mr. Da who was lying on the ground, and was about to step on it, but at this moment, a neat singing sound came from his ears. Did this sound come from the autumn water behind him? The voice was also mixed with the cynical laughter of a few old men.

Almost at the same time as the sound sounded, a mirage appeared in the sky above Qiushui.

The scene in the virtual image is Qiushui's sword mound.

At this time, there were Qiushui disciples with expressions of fear and righteous indignation standing in the sword mound. The almost shouting chanting sounded from their mouths, and their angry eyes looked at the Shizhou people who saw this scene through the virtual image. everyone.

Although they just kept reciting the song "No Clothes", it was more like questioning the cultivators of Xianmeng and Shizhou, as if they were questioning the people of Xianmeng: What's wrong with my autumn water?What's wrong with my husband?What is my comrade's fault?
At this moment, many cultivators from Xianmeng and Shizhou bowed their heads, because each of them knew very well that Qiushui was innocent.

But apart from these immature Qiushui disciples, more people's eyes fell on the old men on the altar of the Sword Tomb.

"Children, stop shouting. How can you wake up these people who pretend to be asleep?"

Sun Wumou stood up, smiled and signaled the disciples below to be quiet.

"My Qiushui never needs these outsiders to judge the good and evil of my Qiushui, and I, Qiushui, don't need these incompetent bastards to save me."

He looked at the cultivators of Shizhou through the virtual image with a look of disdain, and it was just a look that saw a group of cultivators feeling cold all over their bodies.

"Sun Wumou on the Lingyun Pavilion, one sword can be a master of millions, Sun Wumou?!"

Someone recognized the old man, and there was an uproar in Shizhou.

They didn't expect that this old man whose name resounded throughout the whole world was still alive!

And the next scene turned the cultivators of Shizhou from an uproar into dead silence.

"One-eyed red-faced dragon 'Qian Chaosheng'!"

"Amber Sword Zhou Bozhong!"

"The original owner of Baiyuan, the man who created the Nether Palace, why not fight!"

These figures who seemed to have climbed out of the coffin completely made these cultivators lose their composure.

(End of this chapter)