Sword Knocks The Gates of Heavens

Chapter 329 Autum Water’s Innocence

“Look how long you can be arrogant as an old fogey.”

Hearing the sound, Yang Zhicheng, who had a gloomy face, banged like a cannonball again. With a bang, he jumped ten feet and punched towards Mr. Big on the edge of the city wall.

Iron Fist is not yet here, and the fist style is present, and the violent gang wind blows Mr. Big’s gray hair up.

Mr. Da held a bottle of wine in one hand and Kaishan in the other, facing Yang Zhicheng’s blade, he just took a step forward.

“Kaishan, we’re going up, this last battle, don’t humiliate my name as Autum Water.”

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

Just as Mr. Da took this step, Yang Zhicheng, wrapped in the turbid Iron Fist, came to Mr. Da with a crackling sound that ripped through the air.

Mr. Da, who was originally slightly drunk, suddenly condensed his scattered pupils and pierced out like a stream of light.

However, Mr. Da’s sword did not directly hit Yang Zhicheng’s fist, but swiped through the back of the fist with extraordinary precision, and the astral qi friction between the blade and the fist suddenly sent out a tingling sound. Hard sound.

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

Bang!

It was this stab that made Yang Zhicheng’s fist abruptly relieved, and a fist rubbed Mr.

And Mr. Da followed the trend, turned his legs, and a very concise sword passed from Yang Zhicheng’s back.

Yang Zhicheng, who was aware of the danger, suddenly condensed astral qi all over his body, only to hear a “bang” sound, as if Mr. Big’s sword had stabbed into a steel plate, it did not pierce Yang Zhicheng’s back heart, but this The strength of the sword was to knock Yang Zhicheng into the air, just like Mr. Da had previously smashed into the city wall.

This extremely delicate sword made many sword cultivators feel hairy, because Mr. Da did not see any trace of sword qi, sword stance or sword intent in this sword, and he hardly even used it. The true essence of the body.

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

This sword seems to have returned to the beginning of every sword cultivator’s sword practice. There are no fancy techniques, no surging true essence, but only one’s own sword, and the astringency in the body. strength.

“Without true essence and without sword skills, how can his sword beat a daoist-level cultivator’s spare no effort punch, don’t tell me it’s because of luck.”

Someone’s mouth twitched slightly.

In the courtyard of the Nangong Family, a child of the Nangong Family asked the same question.

Nangongyan didn’t know how to answer for a while.

“It’s instinct.”

Nangong Lie stood up and looked towards Mr. Big with awe.

“Mr. Big has thrown his lifelong lessons with this sword. He chooses to trust the sword in his hand, and then fights with his body’s instinct with the determination to die.”

while speaking, Nangong Lie’s hand in his sleeve clenched his fist tightly.

“I thought this Autum Water, I’m just not as good as that Xu Honghu, didn’t expect and this big gentleman…”

He said with a trace of unwillingness.

……

“old fogey, I’m going to smash you into mashed meat!”

In an old man who seems to be helpless Yang Zhicheng was very embarrassed and angry.

He slammed a fist on the city wall with his hand, and the tower of the courtyard pass trembled.

“pu…”

What didn’t expect was that Yang Zhicheng’s punch on the city tower seemed to hit Mr. Da. It directly caused Mr. Da to vomit a mouthful of blood.

“so that’s how it is.”

After being stunned for a while, Yang Zhicheng suddenly understood that the big gentleman had tied his Divine Soul to the patio gate and attacked Tianjingguan is to attack Mr. Da.

“Wind and Thunder Cannon Strikes Tower!”

Immediately, Yang Zhicheng sneered and rushed towards Mr. Da again, while commanding the Wind and Thunder Cannon to attack the Tianjing Pass.

Immediately after, the wind and thunder cannons slammed into the courtyard pass like raindrops. Although the tower was blocked by the Mountain Protecting Great Formation, the tower was still intact, but Mr. Da was already pale and bloodless.

But Mr. Da didn’t fall down. He seemed to have completely forgotten the pain in his body and Divine Soul. Wingly looked at Autum Water behind him.

He stood up tremblingly, took another sip of the White Wine in the jug, and then shook the Mountain Splitting Sword in his hand, moving towards Yang Zhicheng, while speaking out loudly. Thousand zhang recited:

“Why do you say no clothes? The same robe as your son. Wang Yuxing is a teacher, repair my spear. I have the same hatred with your son!”

After reciting, Yang Zhicheng The fist with anger and sarcasm had come to him, a punch hit his abdomen, and his whole body was smashed and shot out.

But immediately, Mr. Da stood up again, holding his sword while drinking heavily and sang a long song:

“Why is there no clothes? p>

Boom!

At this time, Yang Zhicheng didn’t let him finish his sentence. He smashed Mr. Da’s body into the air again with one punch, and the onlookers could even clearly hear the sound of his skeleton shattering.

“Old fogey, let’s see if you die!”

“Are you saying that you don’t have any clothes?

“Why don’t you say you have no clothes? Same clothes as your son. Wang Yuxing is a teacher, repair my armor. Walk with your son!”

Yang Zhicheng walked up to Mr. Da and looked at the lying on the ground The big gentleman, just wanted to step on it, but at this moment, a neat chant came from his ear. Is this sound coming from the Autum Water behind him, and there were also a few old fogeys in the sound. Cynical laughter.

Almost at the same time as the sound sounded, a virtual mirage appeared above Autum Water.

The scene in the virtual image is the sword mound of Autum Water.

At this moment, Autum Water Disciples with faces of fear and indignation stood in the sword mound. The almost shouting chant sounded from their mouths, and their angry eyes watched through the virtual image. Everyone in the ten states who saw this scene.

Although they just kept reciting the song “No Clothes”, they were more like questioning the cultivators of the Xianmeng and the ten states, as if they were questioning the people of the Xianmeng: I am Autum Water What sin? What’s wrong with my husband? What’s wrong with my comrade?

At this moment, many cultivators from the Immortal Alliance and the Ten Provinces bowed their heads, because each of them knew very well that Autum Water was innocent.

But apart from these immature Autum Water Disciples, more people’s eyes fell on the old men on the sword mound altar.

“Children, don’t shout anymore, how can you wake up these people who pretend to be asleep.”

Sun Wumou stood up and smiled and motioned for the Disciples below to be quieter.

“My Autum Water’s good and evil never need these outsiders to judge, and my Autum Water does not need these incompetent rats to save me.”

His contemptuous look The eyes looked towards the cultivators in the ten states through the virtual image, and it was just one look that saw all the cultivators feel cold all over their bodies.

“Sun Wumou on Lingyun Pavilion, one sword can be a teacher of millions, Sun Wumou?!”

Someone recognized this old man, and there was an uproar in the ten states.

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

And the next scene made the cultivators in the ten states change from an uproar to a dead silence.

“The one-eyed red-faced dragon ‘Qian Chaosheng’!”

“Amber Sword Zhou Bozhong!”

“The original owner of the White Garden, the original creator of Netherworld Mansion Why don’t men fight!”

These people who seem to have climbed out of the coffin have completely lost self-control to these cultivators.

(End of this chapter)