Reborn as a wolf

Chapter 61 Ten Mile Changting Pavilion Killing Finger Mystery

Ten miles outside Jingzhou City, there is a long pavilion named Shili Pavilion.

Tang Hui was already in the ten-mile long pavilion, and his spiritual power was constantly circulating, adjusting himself to the best state.

The old man in sheepskin fur rode upside down on the donkey, and wandered out of the city leisurely. The unprecedented old man in sheepskin fur didn't pick his feet and nose, but patted the donkey's ass, and said, "Old man, the old man thought that the old man in his twilight years The final battle will be handed over to the bastard in Beihai Wudi City, today's battle is a bit mysterious."

The stubborn donkey turned his head back slightly, showing a humane smile, and said with two neat rows of white teeth: "Old man, it's a good day, but if you insist on challenging that monster in shape, it looks like I'm going to collect your body for you. "

There are roughly four types of demon cultivators, enlightenment and psychic psychic cultivation, small demons who can master dharma, big demons that transform into forms, and demon kings who form alchemy.

Since this stubborn donkey can speak and speak fluently, at least it is a monster who has been familiar with the law for decades. As for Tang Hui, who can tell at a glance that he is a big monster in shape, he doesn't know what supernatural powers or demon skills it has. up.

"Hehe." The sheepskin fur old man said indifferently: "Don't forget to bring a bottle of rice wine to the old man's grave every Qingming and Double Ninth Festival, and the old man will enjoy that."

Stubborn donkey pursed his lips, and said, "You don't need money for rice wine, anyway, you are also the second sword demon in the world's martial arts list, you should save some gold bars, silver tickets, silver ingots, etc., when I cultivate to the transformation form Big demon, I will go to your grave."

The old man in sheepskin fur patted the sword case on his back, and said slowly: "The old man's wealth is here, and he is alone. When he dies, he dies. Everywhere is a place to die."

"Hey hey." The stubborn donkey was not happy, and said, "Just a few shovels of broken copper can be exchanged for a few copper plates, and a few bottles of rice wine, you should keep your spirits up and finish him with three or five swords. Let's drink rice wine."

The old man in the sheepskin fur stopped talking, and slapped the donkey on the buttocks and jumped to the ground. With a solemn face, he began to gather momentum, and moved very slowly.

The first step is less than half of an ordinary person's step.

The second step is a little faster, no different from ordinary people.

The third step is already two steps away from ordinary people.

……

And so on.

Between the sky and the earth, a bolt of thunder rushed towards the Ten Mile Pavilion.

From the post road outside the city to the ten-mile long pavilion, there was still a distance of five or six miles. That figure from the back broke countless towering trees, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye. The five fingers of the right hand were like hooks, and the palm of the left hand was pushed out.

Tang Hui showed the demeanor of a master, his lower body remained motionless, claws to claws, palms to palms, and fought hard with the old man in sheepskin fur who was rushing towards the thunder. There was no change in the wind and clouds, no flying sand and stones, and Tang Hui's upper body was completely motionless at this time. The lower plate is deep in the floor.

The old sheepskin fur man flew back, landed on the ground, took three big steps back, stopped his figure, and laughed loudly, "Okay, okay, okay, happy, happy."

The old man in sheepskin fur patted the yellow pear wood sword box on his back, and a three-foot long sword flew out automatically. As if stroking a lover's cheek, he said softly, "I have been infatuated with swords all my life. This sword is three feet three inches long. It is made of cold iron. The sword weighs sixty kilograms. It is named Shadong. It is the first sword I have collected. A famous sword."

The old man in sheepskin fur held Shadong in his hand, and gently drew a half-arc in the direction of Tang Hui, the ten-mile long pavilion.

Tang Hui suddenly pulled out his legs that were sunken in the floor, leaped high, and held the beam of the Ten Mile Chang Pavilion with one hand. This semi-curved sword energy instantly split the red lacquered column on the left side of the Ten Mile Chang Pavilion, splitting the red After the column, it still went straight into the sky for more than ten feet, and then slowly dissipated.

Half of the ten-mile-long pavilion slanted and fell, and some tiles and broken wood bounced away a few feet away from Tang Hui.

Of course, Tang Hui would not fall with the collapsed pavilion. He stepped out of the collapsed ten-mile pavilion by stepping on the void. The five-foot Longquan sword was already in his hand, and it was the first time he held the Longquan sword in a real way. Entering the Longquan Sword of Houtian Lingbao, the nine-clawed golden dragon with patterns on the Longquan sword is vivid and ready to emerge.

In addition, the first sword of the old man in sheepskin fur means more greetings than fighting. It is quite like how masters of swordsman welcome guests first and then fight.After the old sheepskin fur man strikes a sword, as long as the opponent fights recklessly, of course he can not accurately infer the depth of the opponent's realm, but can clearly know what the opponent's cultivation level is, and then he will hand out the second sword and the third sword. It will not be below this, and it will be more beneficial to his sword heart.

It's a pity that Tang Hui just dodged, and didn't force it.

The old man in sheepskin fur held the sword twenty feet away from his hand, and the sword's aura was a little higher than the first sword, and the tip of the sword was slightly raised, and it slashed towards Tang Hui obliquely.

Tang Hui Lingtai's Sea of ​​Consciousness opened up his spiritual power, and he suddenly locked on to Shadong who was grazing obliquely. The speed of Shadong's flying was slightly stagnant. Tang Hui stretched out one hand to hold the hilt of Shadong's sword.

The old man in sheepskin fur patted the yellow rosewood sword case again, and the second sword flew towards Tang Hui. Instead of panicking because Tang Hui caught the first knife, he smiled knowingly.The name of this sword is Baishou, Baishou is inescapable for everyone in the world, the sword and sword energy are already separated when they come out of the box, breaking only one of them is irrelevant to the overall situation.

The second sword of the old man in sheepskin fur pointed at Tang Hui's throat, but the sword energy was drawn to Tang Hui's heart, and the white prime minister was inseparable. Any opportunity can be transferred to the sword energy, this is the subtlety of Baishou's sword.If you are the first to notice the existence of the sword energy, it is the same to block the sword energy.

Tang Hui's five fingers suddenly clenched, the palm was dripping with blood, and every inch of Shadong was cracked; at the same time, the long sword in his hand was aimed at the flying Baishou and cut off suddenly, Baishou broke from it and mourned. Lost all spirit and spirit, unwilling to fall to the ground.But his methods are fierce, and the sword energy lurking in the dark is like adding fuel to the flames.

Sure enough, ginger is still old and spicy.

"Puff puff……"

Several sword qi hit Tang Hui's heart, Tang Hui grinned, the dantian in his heart opened wide, absorbing all the sword qi, and then strangled him invisible.

The pupils of the old man in sheepskin fur contracted slightly, this man actually tempered his heart into a dantian, and his sword was very slanted.

The corner of Tang Hui's mouth curled up into a smile, and the Longquan sword's sword energy in his hand soared more than ten feet, as thick as the mouth of a bowl, like a comet trailing its tail, and its momentum was overwhelming.

It was the trick he stole when he was fighting against Chu Xiaotian, who was number four in the world's martial arts list.

For Tang Hui, who is in the realm of transformation, he can basically know the moves of mortals at a glance, and he can understand them by analogy.

The old man in sheepskin fur was shocked, and suddenly he patted the yellow rosewood sword case again, and took out the third sword beacon.

At the same time, Tang Hui, holding the long sword in his hand, let go of the hilt, and threw the Longquan sword and sword energy at the old sheepskin fur man, which was actually more like a smash.

The sword and sword energy seem to be sprinkled by a painter with freehand ink.

The sword energy was so strong that the old sheepskin fur man's third sword, the beacon, had already been crushed to powder before it could perform any meritorious service.The old sheepskin fur man advanced instead of retreating, and the fourth sword, Thin Waisted Yang Chun and Rootless Tianshui, flew out of the sword box.The soles of the feet were only a few inches away from the ground, and he walked forward for more than a foot. After stopping his figure, the toes of his feet twisted, and the pair of straw sandals slid on the ground to bring up a burst of mud. Forward, then downward, the tip of the sword changed from downward to upward again, this lifting sword reached the bottom of the mass of sword energy, the long sword in the old man's hand in sheepskin fur gradually bent, bit by bit, it became stronger and turned into a collapsed sword style , the tip of the sword was not too high, and with a soft drink, the group of condensed swords was picked up over the top of the head and fell back, and landed on the post road, smashing a bottomless pit.

The sword of the old man in sheepskin fur was not straightened, and he kept a slightly bent posture of collapsing the sword. He let go of the sword, and before his slender waist fell, the tip of the sword in his left hand hit the middle of the long sword hovering in the air, clanging , like a temple morning bell ringing suddenly, melodious and resonant, Tang Hui walked forward unhurriedly, with a wave of his arm, blocking the wisp of sword energy coming from the clash of swords and swords.

The sheepskin fur old man Qing quickly changed from a straight bump to a horizontal knock, and the second sound was like an evening drum, extremely dull.To beat the bell in the morning and beat the drum at night, the sound of the drum kills the bell and steals the soul. These two swords are the old man in sheepskin fur who quietly set foot in the rivers and lakes 20 years ago. When he traveled around, he stayed in an unknown ancient temple.The old man in sheepskin fur repeated boring knocks without stopping, and there were one hundred and eight knocks in an instant.

Tang Hui kept walking straight forward, until he was stingy even raising his hands, and there were continuous bangs and cracks in front of him, and the sound of bells, drums and swords destroyed everything he passed.Originally, it meant to send out the drums and listen to the sound, and return quickly, without breaking the ban.

But Tang Hui's six dantians are all in luck, Lingtai's sea of ​​consciousness is fully activated, what is the little noisy sound of bells, drums and swords?

The old man in sheepskin fur couldn't bear the impact of the two swords at last, and the two swords broke and hit the ground.The control sword was unsheathed, and the three long swords were unsheathed one by one, jumping up from the sword box one after another, like a long rainbow falling on Tang Hui's head.

The old man in the sheepskin fur had his beard and hair stretched out, the sheepskin fur on his body fluttered violently, and his feet sank a foot into the ground.Tang Hui was so defiant to the point of being unreasonable, with his hands behind his back, he stepped on it, smashing the bluestone slab, and the gravel was stirred up. Whenever he stabbed head-on with his sword, he was shot away by a stone bullet a few feet away. In the thirty steps between Tang Hui and Tang Hui, the three swords had returned more than sixty times without success, the tip of the sword had already broken, and the distance between him and the old man in sheepskin fur had been shortened to less than ten feet.

The old man in the sheepskin fur pressed his hands down, and the three sharp swords that were only half the length of the original stabbed at Tang Hui at the same time. In the dying struggle, Tang Hui brushed it with one hand, lightly holding the three flying swords in the palm of his hand, and continued Walking forward slowly, it's just that it's different from the first sword killing Dong, who was crushed by him on the spot. The three swords in his palm not only did not sever the vitality, but the sword energy sprung up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, thriving. Tang Hui looked down as he walked slowly, even if he noticed Seeing the scene of a snake swallowing an elephant in the palm of his hand, he didn't respond in any way, and the Three Swords Sword Qi sprouted and took root in his palm.

The old man in sheepskin fur narrowed his eyes, and took out a long sword with a tassel hanging from the sword case. The blade was as clear as a mirror, so it was named Zhaodan.Back then, he brought hundreds of swords to Wudi City in Beihai. The old man in sheepskin fur was just a rookie who had just entered the rivers and lakes, and the one in Wudi City was already recognized as No. 1 in the world, but why did the old man in sheepskin fur take a half step back?

The sword in his hand is the first sword that the old man in sheepskin fur personally forged after retreating. Every swordsman is a swordsmith, and he has to forge swords in the sword furnace to make sabers. The hand was full of pride, and the heart of the sword became clearer.

Tang Hui walked forward step by step, and it seemed that he never took the initiative to make a move because he was forced by the situation, but the old man in sheepskin fur was not at ease. The bigger it was, the old man in sheepskin fur didn't take the sword, but took off the gallbladder alone, so he paid Tang Hui a silent attention.

When the sheepskin fur old man was gaining momentum, he looked at Tang Hui. The three rainbow swords hung in the air earlier were named Tianshi, Geli, and Renhe respectively. Strong, the more frustrated the more courageous.The old man in sheepskin fur casts a sword every time he realizes a move. Over the years, he has worked tirelessly in casting and raising swords. There are thousands of swords, and each sword has devoted a lot of effort, supplemented by original sword moves. "Sword" is truly unprecedented. If the opponents in the same situation take it lightly, they will definitely suffer a big loss.The old sheepskin fur man originally hoped to raise ten thousand swords in this life, and leave the final battle to the one from Wudi City in Beihai, but unfortunately, he had to avenge the murderer.

The old man in sheepskin fur suddenly widened his eyes.

"The right time, the right place, and the right people, why not give it all to you?"

Tang Hui sneered, the spiritual power of the six dantians poured into the three swords like a flood, and the purple, yellow and white sword energy in the palm of the palm was as thick as an arm lingering crazily. One thing, but once you die alive, you will be extremely happy and sad.

The three shocking sword qi disappeared immediately.

The old sheepskin fur man exclaimed, "How do you have so much internal energy?"

The distance between the two was only seven or eight feet, and the old man in the sheepskin fur smiled instead of anger, closed his eyes, put his fingers together and gently wiped the gallbladder sword lying across his chest, and murmured to himself: "Old brother, let's go!" The death of Seven Swords in front of you is not an injustice."

Tang Hui clapped his hands and said with a smile, "The second sword demon in the world's martial arts list, is this the only way?"

The old man in the sheepskin fur did not open his eyes, and said with a casual smile, "Let's see how the old man looks at the country with a lantern."

The old man in the sheepskin fur handed out the sword, and the next scene was far from earth-shattering and weeping ghosts and gods. In the eyes of laymen, they would only think it was ridiculous, just like a child who just started practicing swords and couldn't lift the epee in his hand. Reluctantly holding the sword, he staggered and walked, his steps were chaotic, and the sword was twisted.Although the body shape and sword moves were chaotic, the speed was extremely fast, and the distance of seven or eight zhang was reduced to a short distance of two swords in the blink of an eye.When people in the world practice swords, the famous masters of the seniors will tell them earnestly not to be controlled by the sword. Such swordsmanship will not be successful.The old man in sheepskin fur, who was already considered a master of swordsmanship, did the opposite. He walked with the sword, without the majestic sword and the majestic sword intent, so he came to Tang Hui crookedly.

Tang Hui frowned, and shot out with one hand.

The old man in sheepskin fur, dragged by the sword of bravery, unexpectedly escaped the slap locked by Tang Hui's mental power, and the sword pointed towards his shoulder.For the first time, Tang Hui left the straight line of the central axis of the post road, took a step horizontally, and pinched the tip of the sword with two fingers. A gorgeous sword flower, Tang Hui flicked it with his fingers, but the old man in sheepskin fur withdrew his sword again, circled half a circle upside down, and aimed at Tang Hui's back with a sword, Tang Hui didn't make a move this time, and his feet didn't move , the body fell backwards, the sword had obviously failed, but the sword energy exploded like firecrackers at the place where Tang Hui fell, Tang Hui's feet kept taking root, but he turned to the left, barely avoiding the antelope hanging There was a cloud of sword energy in the horns, but the old man in sheepskin fur was powerful and relentless, and his long sword was swaying. For a while, the two of them were surrounded by sword energy, like clouds steaming in the clouds, which made people dizzy.

Tang Hui finally took a step forward, and the courage and sword aura in the hands of the old man in sheepskin fur began to show. The ground of the post road and the trees on both sides of the street were smashed to pieces, and the hustle and bustle was everywhere.

Tang Hui stopped and walked, letting the majestic sword energy rage, and said with a smile: "It seems that there is no trace, but in fact it follows the dragon veins of the world, and it can be regarded as touching the threshold of the celestial phenomenon."

The two resumed Tang Hui's position in the north and the old man in sheepskin fur in the south.

Tang Hui clenched the stabbing sword tightly in one hand, the old man in sheepskin fur suddenly opened his eyes and stared, shouted angrily, stepped forward, the tip of the sword advanced three feet, Tang Hui took a small step back with a calm expression, the tip of the sword was away from his neck But two feet.The abundant qi coming out of the sword messed up his temples, and the two strands of black hair fluttered back, and the cuffs of the sword rattled.Tang Hui, who didn't panic at all, ignored the blood flowing again from his palm, looked straight at the old man in sheepskin fur, and said with a smile, "I haven't cast any spells yet, do you still want to fight?"

Tang Hui clenched the edge of the sword tightly and pushed back. The old man in sheepskin fur who refused to give up the sword was hit in the heart by the sword hilt. Tang Hui seemed annoyed at his ignorance, and kicked the old man in sheepskin fur hard in the chest.

The straw sandals were worn thin by the ground, and the sheepskin fur sword with his feet off the ground was almost even, and he pushed the tip of the sword to Tang Hui's neck to a distance of two feet.

"Let you push your limits."

Tang Hui moved the tip of the sword a foot closer to his neck, sneered at the corner of his mouth, then raised his palm and slapped it, and directly cut off the long sword with the Longquan sword in his hand.

Now that the sword was broken, the old sheepskin fur man had no choice but to retreat.

Tang Hui didn't even bother to beat the dog in the water, and threw half of the sword casually, letting the old man in sheepskin fur return to his place.

The old man in sheepskin fur was hit in the heart by the hilt of the sword, and he was kicked, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, he tried his best to calm his breath.

The old man looked puzzled.

If it's against the No. [-] Wudi City in the world, it's fine for me to be so embarrassed. How can a young junior who is not well-known in the Jianghu be so overbearing?

Or is it that I am too ignorant?

What Tang Hui said next really made the old man in sheepskin fur furious. The old man who occupies a place in the whole world of swordsmanship can't be calm no matter how good he is at nourishing his qi.

"I will teach you how to use a sword."