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Xu Fengnian jumped out of the huge pit on the ground, and the blood between his eyebrows was still bleeding. The eyes were blurred, and the face was like a fairy.

beside him.

Two Xu Fengnian stood side by side.Wang Xianzhi, who stopped in the air, squinted his eyes and looked down at the ground with a slightly gloomy expression.

Xu Fengnian, who was newly arrived at the battlefield, smiled and said: "I have a sword that can cover six thousand miles." '"

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"Either you say that the prince is being righteous, that this fight is for Lao Huang, and that the fight is just for Lao Huang. It's not in vain that the old groom with missing front teeth stole sweet potatoes for you on the road."

"So, Xu Fengnian has never forgotten his original intention. At the beginning, I don't know how many people still remember that Xu Fengnian first started practicing martial arts for the old man who was missing his front teeth. Otherwise, he might never touch a sword in this life?"

"Old Huang often said that a pinch of salt will give you strength after eating it. He also said that you will not suffer losses when practicing martial arts, and you will not be fooled when practicing martial arts. Xu Fengnian listened to these words. Today, it is time to avenge Lao Huang. ”

"I understand the truth, so where did this second Xu Fengnian come from? There is also a twin brother? Hidden so deeply?"

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Chapter 272 Nine Swords and Ten Swords [Please order the complete version and customize it]

"The mahogany sword that once penetrated Wang Xianzhi's chest has not yet been unsheathed, and it is quietly hovering next to Xu Fengnian.

Xu Fengnian, who came with a sword, smiled and said, "Just go." '

The mahogany sword is connected with people, and it slowly leaves the scabbard. It is extremely slow at the beginning, and gradually disappears as fast as a rolling thunder, so that a long rainbow mist is wrapped in the sky, which can be clearly seen even if you are not familiar with martial arts.

The root bone of this sword is like that old servant with missing front teeth nicknamed Jian Jiuhuang in the Jianghu. , It doesn't matter where you go, you can make do without missing the scenery along the way.

As soon as Jian Jiu came out, the peach wood sword disappeared.

The aloof Wang Xianzhi flicked his fingers several times in succession, pointing to the Xunlong Point acupoint in the Mysterious Realm, but failed to cut off the key energy vein that traveled six thousand miles with a sword. Wang Xianzhi no longer bothered and simply stopped his fingers.

But there is no rush to take it back, like when a scholar in the imperial examination tries to solve the problem by writing, he encounters difficulties and finds it difficult to write.

Wang Xianzhi suddenly turned his head, and at the same time, a wisp of sword energy passed by his cheek, cutting off several of the old man's snow-white hair.

Wang Xianzhi still didn't tap his fingers again, and continued to remain motionless, then took a step back slightly, a wisp of sword energy flew across his chest, cutting off some scraps of linen.

Afterwards, Wang Xianzhi kept his fingers bent all the time, but occasionally moved his footsteps, each time barely avoiding the hidden sword energy that had the slightest sharpness.

Wang Xianzhi was a little surprised. He had faced Huang Zhentu who was climbing the stairs for the second time at the head of Emperor Wu's city. He was no stranger to this sword. The eight swords pointed out previously did not make him take it seriously. The ninth sword was indeed His sleeves were broken, even though it was just a sword from the sky.

But Jian Jiuhuang's celestial phenomena are completely new. The origin of ordinary celestial phenomena masters comes from the opening statement of a sage, "Everything in the world will sing if it is not balanced." 'Everything in the world is like birds chirping to welcome spring, thunder shaking in summer, insects mourning in autumn and wind blowing in winter.

Therefore, scholar-bureaucrats often went to great heights to write poems, and the reason why swordsmen from ancient times have been able to dominate from generation to generation is that they can naturally use the sword in their hands to complain about injustice and eliminate injustice.

Wang Xianzhi once said to Cao Changqing in private that it would be better to abandon his country and abandon his books and practice swordsmanship, and he would surely become a saint soon.

The ninth sword of Jian Jiuhuang clearly crossed the threshold of celestial phenomena and did not reach the level of Sword Immortal. It did not give people the slightest sense of injustice and resentment, but instead caught Wang Xianzhi off guard at the time.

It stands to reason that a good old man with a gentle temperament will never be able to practice a good sword. This is the same principle as Wen Si seems to be happy when he sees the mountains. The same principle applies to swordsmanship. The victory lies in the mysterious moves and the repeated surprises.

The current sword has the same weird temperament. After the move, there is no majestic sword force like black clouds overwhelming the city and the wind filling the buildings. Instead, the sword goes back and forth tirelessly, with just a few...

The worldly atmosphere of barking dogs, crowing roosters, and dense fireworks is like a quarrel between neighbors in the village, but they don't use their words to do anything because of their feelings.

It feels like only the noise is annoying.

This new sword is only slightly different from the old sword Jian Jiuhuang handed over, the latter is more handy and more sophisticated.

The Immortal Ling Feng wielded his sword, and the nineteen states were frozen in one night. This word is used to describe the swiftness of the sword Immortal, and the peach wood sword suddenly disappeared around Wang Xianzhi and came suddenly, and was also snatched away without knowing it.

How many miles? Hundreds of miles? A thousand miles?

Wang Xianzhi knew it by heart, and had wandered unscrupulously beside him for a full three thousand miles! The farthest point was nine miles away, and the closest he had passed him by, so tirelessly walking back and forth, or escaping in arcs for more than ten dozen miles. It may fly for three or four miles in a straight line, with no rules and no traces to be found.

Wang Xianzhi was still waiting, still flexing his fingers without snapping his fingers.

It wasn't until the seventh time that he missed the mahogany sword by a tiny bit, after a moment, he finally tapped his finger lightly.

Fingers knocked in the air, but suddenly there was a very subtle sound of gold and stone impacting in front of Wang Xianzhi, the farther away from Wang Xianzhi, the louder the sound, rolling away without stopping.

Six miles away, the mahogany sword, which was made of ordinary materials but caused great trouble to Wang Xianzhi, exploded in mid-air and turned into a ball of sawdust.

Xu Fengnian, who was wielding the sword, waved his hand, and the fragments returned from a distance and condensed into a sword, which was gently sheathed.

After returning to the sheath, it dissipated again.

The scabbard is the sword mound.

Xu Fengnian inserted the scabbard into the yellow sand at his feet, apparently deciding not to use it anymore.

Lao Huang never speaks fancy truths or says that his hometown is where he feels at ease. He can only say that he is an old man who has left his hometown. Wherever he sleeps comfortably, that is his home.

The simple room next to the stables in Qingliang Mountain allowed him to sleep comfortably, and that was his home.

Lying on the pillow box, I thought that if there were a few jars of old wine under the bed, I would not be short of anything, and there would be no need to think too much.Therefore, Lao Huang's sword is fearless when it is unsheathed and has no regrets when it is put back into its sheath.

Therefore, the last journey with the sword is through the rivers and lakes. When the sword is sheathed, the person returns home.

Swordsmen of our generation are not afraid of life and death, and they do not hesitate to break their beloved famous swords. Xu Fengqiang, who only occupies one soul and two souls, said: "After the nine swords, it will be the ten swords." '

He stretched out his hand, put his fingers together, and with a light touch, a long knife formed by the aura of purple and gold emerged under his finger, in the shape of a newly baked sixth-generation Beiliang knife.

The unorthodox Taoist classics record that human beings have three souls and seven souls, and the world is doubtful. However, Xu Fengnian, who carried the weight of Wang Xianzhi's world to his death, is extremely certain, because he excepted

Without the living body, only one soul is left to "eliminate the filth".

The three souls and six souls obtained by the other "three people" each have their own dreams.

Xu Fengnian squatted by the pit. When another version of himself appeared, he did not watch the battle. Instead, he squatted down and took a deep breath to cleanse and remove the turbid air from his body. Gao Shulu's body was originally pure, but Wang Xianzhi's sophistication lies in one glance. After piercing through his filth, the world was turned upside down, and countless qi and filth were forced into him.

Gao Shulu's powerful body can almost ignore ordinary injuries, and his speed of recovery is beyond the reach of ordinary Vajra realms. Even if someone's internal organs are smashed, or even the heart is penetrated, he can continue to survive for several hours against nature. .

The squatting Xu Fengnian was surrounded by black air, and he concentrated on the cracks on the edge of the big pit under his feet.

Know the smallest details.After Xu Fengnian became No. [-] in the world, many outsiders began to study the martial arts training process of the new King of Liang. Most of them were surprised that Xu Fengnian stole his master. They didn't know that after the battle between Deng Tai'a and Luoyang, he was in Beimang Dunhuang City. In order to appreciate the meaning of the sword.

　(Nuo Haohao) He remembered how many small ravines were cut by the flying swords of both sides, and he didn't know how much thought he put into grasping Master Liu Hao's entry into the city and Song Nianqing's staggering sword movement.

And after the peach wood sword, which could be called Wang Xiaoping's relic, returned to the Lotus Peak, it was no longer directly teaching the sword's power, but searching for clues to explore Wang Xianzhi's unique Qi movement.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng blocked the road just to pay off the debt, make a break, and cut off his mind. If he couldn't pass the test, everything would be over. After passing the test, he could excel in the martial arts.

But then the Wudang Sword Maniac and the Useless Monk stopped each other, and it was not that simple. One of them wanted to be honest, and the other was offering incense, but there was no doubt that both of them were trying to find a flaw that Wang Xianzhixu didn't exist at all.

Except for the unexpected Miss Hehe, it was Xu Yanbing's turn to stand alone and temporarily block Wang Xianzhi's way.

He must have been determined to die.

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Chapter 273 Who can rival him?Who can kill him? [Please order for complete order, please customize]

"This man once said with a smile that Xu Yanbing can die in Beiliang, but the King of Beiliang is indispensable.

It's a joke, but it's definitely not a joke.

Xu Fengnian, who was squatting, didn't bother to wipe the blood on his face. In fact, the boots that touched the ground had been worn away and his feet were bloody and bloody. When he tilted his head and shoulders, his shoulders were also bruised and broken. .

It's just that these injuries recovered as fast as the naked eye after being thrown to the ground by Wang Xianzhi. However, the torn clothes on the shoulders and bottomless boots can prove that the situation at that moment was dangerous.

Xu Fengnian, who is now able to dominate the two arenas in Liyang and Beimang, how many people can make him suffer such a heavy blow?

Apart from Wang Xianzhi, who has not yet tried his best, there are only two people, Tuoba Bodhisattva and Deng Tai'a, who are determined to fight to the death!

Xu Fengnian continued to stare at the cracks on the ground. Only when his eyes were really obscured by blood stains, would he raise his arms and wipe away the rich blood dripping from his eyebrows on his face.

Xu Fengnian, who was standing, held the handle of the knife, looked down at the unusual Beiliang knife, and said to himself: "This knife should have been given to Zhao Huangchao." '

He closed his eyes, took a big step back, spread out a palm with his right hand in front of him, and held the knife behind him with his left hand.The wind and clouds surged, and the yellow sand floated.

Xu Fengnian, who was squatting, finally stood up, as if he wanted to witness "himself" swinging the knife with his own eyes. He stretched out a finger and pressed it between his eyebrows. The blood was blocked 933 and still seeped out from between his fingers. It was said to be very much like a princess's face, and it was dripping down in curves.

Cut out with one knife.

Hear the sound of continuous thunder first, and then see this saber qi tearing the sky apart with a single line of force.

This is a knife that Xu Fengnian realized by himself. The first half of the knife's move comes from close observation of the tide of the Guangling River. Before the tide head is seen, the sound of the tide is like thunder, and then you can see a white and horizontal river on the foggy river. The head is gradually raised, like a row of majestic snow mountains falling from Kunlun Mountain.

The second half of the sword is more focused on divine intention. It is about traveling in the Spring and Autumn Period after leaving the body. Ji Su is beating the war drum. How many people are wearing armor and leading their horses back?

After merging together one after another, there was such a sword that had never appeared in the world.

Lao Huang didn't know how to name the sword moves, and Xu Fengnian didn't have time to name them.

This knife is like freehand ink splashed on paper, the blade is like a pen with heavy ink, and it spills out a huge arc.

Wang Xianzhi didn't dodge, he pressed the top of the stellar qi arc with both hands, and was carried high into the sky by the saber arc, until he disappeared into the sky and disappeared at all.

At a higher place where Wang Xianzhi stopped, the Gang Qi that was cut through a gap did not dissipate in Jiutian. Instead, like the Guangling River rushing past, it formed an even bigger wave in the old salt warehouse. The majestic turning tide!

The spring tide poured down majestically from the sky.

Since Wang Xianzhi smashed Xu Fengnian into the ground after his murderous intentions abounded.

Reciprocity is always the right thing to do.

Xu Fengnian, who made a knife, did not wait for Wang Xianzhi to break through the Gangqi waterfall, and then wiped out a Beiliang knife. It is simple and thick, and it is the first generation of the Xu family's sword.

Xu Xiao sent troops out of the two Liaos and went south all the way.

Crossing the river south again and again, fighting to the death again and again, narrowly escaping from death again and again, making jokes to outsiders, and being ridiculed as a Liyang court who is willing to bite people desperately without giving away bones.

mad dog.

Xu Xiao never opened his mouth to argue with anyone, and he never explained anything to his eldest son Xu Fengnian before he was alive.

Xu Xiao has always been a precarious pawn. He doesn't want to die, but he is not afraid of death either.

I don’t care about your mother’s world structure, I care about your mother’s emperors and generals, I care about your mother’s chessboard rules!

Holding the saber, Xu Feng took a step forward, with the tip of the saber pointing upwards, pointing directly at Wang Xianzhi in the sky.

He whispered quietly: 'Cross the river!'

A black rainbow hangs upside down from the ground.

Wang Xianzhi, who was fighting against the falling waterfall, was hit in the chest by this knife, and the two Xu Fengnian standing on the ground could see the black spot that was slowly pressed down by the waterfall, and then the knife hit back violently to the dome beyond sight .