Sword of Coming

Not only was Feng Qingbai deprived of his weapon, but he was also almost stabbed in the heart with a sword-controlling technique. Instead of feeling extremely humiliated and furious, Feng Qingbai's eyes shone brightly, feeling that he was finally "somewhat interesting".

The rules of the rivers and lakes still need to be discussed. Feng Qingbai was rescued by Lu Fang. He stood behind the famous "half sword fairy" and said thank you.

Looking at the handsome back with sword-filled sleeves, Feng Qingbai was a little envious. He only relied on his family background and sect to be where he is today. Although he has great talent, he still can't afford to be "unparalleled" or "one hundred years old". "Encounter" this kind of reputation.

Lu Fang is different.

A person like Lu Fang would be the best swordsman in any world.

Lu Fang, who had his back to Feng Qingbai, smiled and said, "You're welcome. If you are willing, I can continue to help you hold the battle, provided you have the courage to take back the sword."

Feng Qingbai stretched out his hand and rubbed his left shoulder. He felt helpless and shook his head: "It's not difficult up there, but unfortunately here, I'm destined to not be able to get that sword back."

Lu Fang nodded, "Then you can watch the battle nearby."

Feng Qingbai smiled knowingly and said: "The mountains are high and the rivers are long, and there will be rewards in the future."

On this trip, Feng Qingbai spent a huge favor from his master to help him go down to the Ten Thousand Mountains in a small boat. After more than ten years, he became a self-awareness of the banished immortal. He gave up his identity as a sword cultivator and stole a pair of skins with good foundation. As a pure martial arts swordsman, starting from scratch and challenging masters from all walks of life, there are benefits, but it is far from enough for Feng Qingbai to achieve what his master calls "from far to near".

Before coming down, Feng Qingbai had a long talk with his master. In addition to swords, swordsmen also have their own flying swords. It is best to stay away, even if they are separated by dozens of feet or hundreds of feet, killing people invisible. A swordsman in the Jianghu, pays attention to one thing. I am invincible within three feet, that is close.

Therefore, Feng Qingbai wanted to learn the art of swordsmanship from a close distance.

Fortunately, watching the white-robed swordsman and Lu Fang draw their swords was also a training exercise.

Feng Qingbai still has this vision and temperament.

As for today's victory or defeat, Feng Qingbai didn't care. In fact, most of the banished immortals did not come to this world for "invincibility" or "complete victory". It had more to do with their personal mental state.

Ya'er sat slumped against the wall, sweating profusely, barely able to stop the flow of blood. She didn't even dare to lower her head to look at the wound.

The Pipa woman who was smashed into the wall had her face covered in blood. After struggling, she finally fell to the ground. With her back against the wall, she stood up little by little and looked at her beloved Pipa, whom she had traveled with for so many years. It was in tatters and she was really unable to pick it up. Without looking at the fighting on the street, she pressed one hand on the wall and staggered forward. The poor woman's face was horribly pale, as if she was going to a place she had to go.

Ma Xuan hasn't woken up yet, and he may never have a chance in this life.

A thin layer of sweat oozed from Zhou Shi's forehead. Just catching a glimpse of the white-robed swordsman wielding his sword from the corner of his eye made Zhou Shi's heart feel heavy and he was almost out of breath.

It is not easy to urge those beads to fall to the ground and take root. You need to cut off and fish out a strand of qi in the body, and then pour the beads carefully.

Then according to the Immortal family formation diagram privately taught by his father Zhou Fei, using the method named "Slaying the Dragon", the beads are placed in a chess position like chess pieces, and then it is considered complete. During this period, there is no difference in one step, and every move is completed. Every bead contains "immortal energy" that Zhou Fei collected from everywhere. Zhou Fei once asked him to hold a magic weapon and shoot at will, but Zhou Shi could not damage the bead at all.

This time he followed his father to the capital city of Nanyuan. He always thought he was sure of victory, but he just wanted to join in the fun. He just wanted to hide in the shadows behind his father and Old Demon Ding, sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers and watch the lives and deaths of others. That was fine, but Ding Ying did not act according to common sense, forcing him to accompany Ya'er to personally take risks.

My father is dead, but there is still a chance. But Zhou Shi is dead, and if he wants to return to the world again as Zhou Shi, it will be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

And with his father's temper, as long as Zhou Shi died in the middle of the road, he might not even bother to take a second look at his own body, and he would never spend the slightest thought.

The reason why Chen Ping'an did not pursue the victory was because, in addition to Lu Fang's interference, he was familiar with the weight of the long sword and the amount of infuriating energy required for its various flying trajectories. The more accurate the better, the sword master controls the sword. , the so-called arm-like command has just crossed the threshold, and more importantly, it has reached a state of "spirituality". This is a pseudo state of imitating the sword cultivator to control the flying sword of his own life, just like a poor copy of a rubbing, but there are also fakes. The true meaning is just as knowledgeable.

Lu Fang had actually been hesitating.

Because Old Demon Ding is nearby.

Once you choose to use all your strength to deal with the white-robed swordsman, you will easily be attacked by the perverse Ding Ying. Ding Ying never cares about the rules and status when he attacks. Maybe he will punch with all his strength against a low-level martial artist who doesn't like him. . Furthermore, Lu Fang was worried about the safety of Hairpin Huarang Zhou Shi.

At this moment, Lu Fang and Chen Pingan were looking at the same place almost at the same time.

He was a tall and thin old Confucian scholar in green shirt. He walked with a stern demeanor. He was clearly one of the few mountain masters in the world. However, he did not intervene in the confrontation between Chen Pingan and Lu Fang. Instead, he entered from the street. We walked through the alley and went to the courtyard where Chen Pingan lived temporarily.

The national teacher Zhong Qiu faced Ding Ying.

If there is anyone in the world who dares to beat Old Devil Ding with two fists, and can still beat him to the point of being infuriated, and is willing to fight to the death, it is not the immortal Yu Zhenyi who is vaguely a level above the martial arts category, let alone his bird's eye view of Lu Fang , only planting in autumn.

In this way, Lu Fang really had no worries.

Lu Fang slowly unsheathed his sword. Every inch of Dachun's sword was unsheathed, an extra inch of dazzling light appeared in the world. It was so dazzling that even the smiling faces had to squint their eyes.

The skinny little girl who had always wished that no one could see her, huddled on the bench. When her smiling face was about to squint, she opened her eyes wide and carefully watched the sword light spread from one inch to two inches, with tears all over her face. She didn't even flinch. When Dachun was halfway out of the sheath, she suddenly turned her head, feeling as if she was going blind. Even if she closed her eyes, her "eyes" were still white. She stretched out her small hands as thin as chicken feet, Wipe face gently.

The reason why she stared at the man drawing the sword was because she simply thought the sight was very beautiful and she wanted to grab it in her hand.

Every time she walked next to the fragrant stall early in the morning, she looked at the various delicacies in the steamer with greedy eyes. She wanted to grab it and run away, find a place to hide, and throw it away when she was full. No one else had enough to eat, and they all starved to death.

Zhong Qiu came outside the house, left the courtyard door open, and walked straight into it.

Ding Ying saw this martial artist who was the best in the world and practiced foreign martial arts to the extreme. He smiled and said, "It's been sixty years since we last met. So, Zhong Qiu, are you in your seventies this year?"

Zhong Qiu glanced at the scene on the window and the movement in the side room, and frowned.

Ding Ying stood on the steps, not at all annoyed by Zhong Qiu's silence, but still took the initiative to speak, "You didn't believe what I said back then, do you believe it now?"

Ding Ying has seen all over the world, and for hundreds of years, there are only a handful of people who have gained the Dharma Eyes, and among these few, a few have died.

Planting autumn is one of them.

Everyone in the world thinks highly of Yu Zhenyi, and feels that Nanyuan Guoshi's planting in autumn is as high as high. Compared with Yu Zhenyi, the immortal man who left the top of the mountain and entered the sea of ​​clouds, he is still slightly inferior.

But Ding Ying never looked down on Yu Zhenyi, but he only admired Zhong Qiu.

Sixty years ago, during the chaotic war in Nanyuan Kingdom, Ding Ying was a player in the game from beginning to end. Yu Zhenyi and Zhong Qiu were just teenagers fishing in troubled waters by chance. After the war ended, Ding Ying once met the two inseparable people. He threatened that Zhong Qiu would become a master in the future.

Zhong Qiu asked Ding Ying two questions.

"What on earth are you going to do?"

"What are we doing?"

"Let's sit down and talk." Ding Ying sat on the small bench, waved his sleeves, and floated another small bench next to Zhong Qiu. After the latter sat down, Ding Ying said slowly: "Before I answer two questions, , let me ask you first, do you know where you are?"

Zhong Qiu looked solemn, "There is a sky outside the sky, I know it."

Ding Ying smiled and nodded, "Compared to you looking for clues about the banished immortals from secret files, I want to be more direct. In the past sixty years, I have personally killed many banished immortals. Some have awakened, and some have not yet awakened. From their mouths Asked a lot of things.”

He stamped his feet, "What we have here is called Lotus Flower Blessed Land. It is one of the seventy-two blessed lands. The territory of the Four Kingdoms, plus those territories that have not yet been opened up, we think it is too big, and the banished immortals will think it is too small. According to them According to the theory, our Lotus Root Blessed Land can only be regarded as a medium blessed land. In addition to the most important spiritual energy abundance, the number of people is also very important in determining the level of the Blessed Land. In fact, the Lotus Root Blessed Land is not vast, but the land on this piece of soil is , there are many talented people in martial arts, and it has always been an excellent place for immortals to experience their mental state."

Although Zhong Qiu had been pursuing the truth for many years and had already speculated, but after hearing Ding Ying's revelation with his own ears, the Grandmaster's state of mind changed, and there was still some anger on his face.

It wasn't until this moment that Zhong Qiu began to understand Yu Zhenyi's pressure.

Because he practiced immortal magic, Yu Zhenyi stood taller and saw farther than anyone else except Ding Ying. Therefore, he had a kind of indifference to the disputes in the rivers and lakes, and even the changes in the temples of the Four Kingdoms, which outsiders could not imagine.

Ding Ying smiled and said: "But the really strange thing about this lotus root blessed land is because of one..."

At this point, Ding Ying stopped laughing and looked up at the sky, "Human? Immortal?"

Ding Ying continued: "It is said that it is much more difficult to enter our place than other blessed places. It depends on the guy's mood, or his eyesight. In the hometown of the so-called immortals, compared to a place called Yu Guizong The sect controlled by the Yunku blessed land, Tongyezhou, a blessed land of lotus roots, has little reputation, and few deeds have been reported. If Zhou Fei, Lu Fang and others are descendants of aristocratic families who were sent to other places to serve as officials, their The official career is step-by-step, but more often than not, some guys get in by mistake. Whether they can get out or not depends only on luck."

Zhong Qiu pointed to the sky, "So, that sky outside the sky is called Tongyezhou?"

Ding Ying smiled playfully, "Who told you it must be above our heads?"

Zhong Qiu was silent and thoughtful.

It's rare for Ding Ying to meet someone worthy of speaking to him. Not only does he not have the airs of a master who is the best in the world, but he is also not seen as unmatched by others. Instead, he looks like an extremely patient old master who is preaching to his students. I can answer my second question now, what are we doing? Every sixty years, the top ten masters who have made the list and survived to the end can be spotted by that guy, leave this place, and then Everyone has a great opportunity. The superior ones can ascend together with their complete bodies and souls, while the inferior ones can only go elsewhere with their souls."

Zhong Qiu asked: "So even if we dig deep into the ground, we still need to find out the real top ten masters in the world and put them on the list, so that no one can hide the truth and get away with it? In addition, in order to prevent others from hiding too deeply, Did you deliberately add those blessings that can make your cultivation skyrocket, as well as the fact that you can get a magic weapon by killing the banished immortal, just to encourage the first twenty people to gather and kill each other?"

"There are many inside stories about the Jingzanglou that caused trouble, and they are deeper than you and I thought. Without the 'beating' of Jingzhanglou every twenty years, the world would not be so chaotic."

Ding Ying chuckled and said, "However, there are actually loopholes that can be exploited during this period."

Zhong Qiu is worthy of being the national teacher of Nanyuan Kingdom, and he can tell it at one point, "The stronger get stronger, stay together as a team, strive to work together, and finally divide the benefits. Let's not talk about the past, let's talk about this time, Yu Zhenyi acted exactly like this, without distinguishing between good and evil. , try your best to win over the top twenty masters, in order to target you, Ding Ying, and at the same time encircle and banish the immortal."

Having said this, Zhong Qiu frowned again and looked at Ding Ying, seemingly puzzled.

Ding Ying laughed loudly, "You are right. The most reliable way is for the top ten people to be more sensible and come to me early to seek refuge. As long as I break away from the demon sect, act fairly, work conscientiously, and serve the whole world. Establish the rules, and then those who are expected to be on the list will each rely on their abilities and talents. In the end, I will judge where you are in the autumn rankings. Whether Yu Zhenyi is in the top three, then at least for the next sixty years, the world will be peaceful. Wherever you need to beat your brains out, just compete with each other."

Zhong Qiu thought about it carefully and determined that it was not Ding Ying who made such nonsense.

Ding Ying tapped his knees lightly with his fingers, looking particularly carefree and leisurely, "But I don't think this is interesting."

Zhongqiu asked the same question again, "What do you want to do?"

Ding Ying waved his hand and still did not answer the question, but changed the topic, "You just need to know that the situation has changed this time. There is no such thing as ten people and ten people. The three ascended people who survived to the end can be separated from each other. Zuotianxia took away five, three and one person."

Ding Ying emphasized, "Any three people."

Zhongqiu looked as usual.

Ding Ying twitched his lips and said, "Dead people are fine, as long as they have actually appeared in history. If you choose those dead people, they will not only come back to life and their intelligence will return to normal, but they will become loyal puppets." .Isn’t it interesting?”

Several people immediately appeared in Zhongqiu's mind.

Wei Xian, the founding emperor of the Nanyuan Kingdom, was a master of spear skills and was known as the best in surrendering and trapping battles in a thousand years.

Lu Baixiang, who founded the Demon Sect, is the most notorious leader of the Demon Sect in the past five hundred years.

The swordsman Sui Youyou can make even Yu Zhenyi admire him.

The number one person in the world before Ding Ying was the complete lunatic Zhu Lian.

These people were all well-deserved firsts, but without exception, they died in the world with well-documented evidence. Emperor Wei Xian died at the age of 120, and Lu Baixiang died in a battle with dozens of top masters. During the siege and killing, Yu Jian died in full view of Sui You on the way up. Countless people saw with their own eyes that as she fell back to the world, her flesh and blood melted, her body was broken, and she was destroyed by ashes. Zhu Lian, who was seriously injured, died in Ding Ying's hands. The silver lotus crown was also placed on Ding Ying's head from Zhu Lian's head.

Zhongqiu asked: "Why?"

Ding Ying smiled and said, "Ask me, who should I ask?"

Zhong Qiu looked directly into Ding Ying's eyes and said, "You, Zhou Fei, and Lu Fang are the three of you."

Ding Ying smiled, "So now you have two choices, kill Lu Fang, or join forces with Yu Zhenyi and try to kill me."

Zhong Qiu remained silent.

Ding Ying said playfully: "But I advise you to wait a little longer. Maybe you don't have to kill Lu Fang."

Zhong Qiu asked: "If you were to leave, which three people would you take with you?"

Ding Ying pointed to Cao Qinglang, who was standing at the door of the kitchen, "If I want to leave, I will only take him with me."

Zhong Qiu glanced at the child and said doubtfully: "The qualifications are not outstanding."

Ding Ying laughed it off.

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Without restraint, Lu Fang handed out the first sword.

After one strike of the sword, an extremely long ravine half a foot high was opened from where Lu Fang stood to the end of the street.

Not to mention local guys like Ya'er and Zhou Shi, even Feng Qingbai was dumbfounded, as if he was in his hometown of Tongyezhou.

Smiley faces are more vivid.

He leaned against a big tree to enjoy the shade. In his early years, by chance, he became friends with Lu Fang when he was at his lowest. At that time, he was very enthusiastic, so he accompanied him to the Spring Chao Palace. Under the circumstances, he was generous with Lu Fang. He went to die, and then Lu Fang knocked Xiao Lian'er out at the foot of the mountain, and climbed the mountain alone to challenge Zhou Fei. When Xiao Lian'er woke up, Lu Fang was sitting next to him, and he was no longer the frustrated man who drank to drown his sorrows all day long.

For many years after that, at Lu Fang's Aerial View Peak, only Smiley'er was able to climb the mountain and come down alive.

Zhou Shi was most helpless. The formation he had worked so hard to set up was useless.

The only fly in the ointment was that the young white-robed swordsman ran away.

The moment Lu Fang drew his sword, he seemed to have determined that he could not withstand the mighty power of the sword. He moved out sideways, then directly hit the wall and disappeared.

Lu Fang looked around and didn't feel that the man had retreated.

With a seemingly random slash of the sword, a door opened on the wall.

The dust was flying, and a white robe could be seen vaguely, dodging the flood of sword energy and disappearing again.

Lu Fang knew full well that if this continued, no one would be hurt. He was more lethal than him, but that man could dodge every time he drew his sword.

Unless someone is determined to trade lives with the other party.

For example, Lu Fang put away most of his sword energy to give the man a chance to get close.

Or maybe that person was willing to take a big gamble and be able to withstand the two swords Lu Fang used to kill the enemy and protect himself, and then kill Lu Fang with one punch.

Lu Fang raised his sword.

A huge Arc Moon Sword Qi appeared in the sky and roared away.

The white-robed man hurriedly gave up his forward motion and fell rapidly, only to escape the sword energy.

Lu Fang flew up to the wall in one step.

The man evaded several times, but Lu Fang never saw Feng Qingbai's sword, which was a bit strange.

Lu Fang only saw the man standing on the eaves of a roof in the distance, his big sleeves swaying slightly, and the vermilion wine gourd around his waist. Heaven and earth come together, and the fist's intention is heavy and clear, which is extremely difficult. Even Lu Fang, who was famous in Tongye Continent, had to admit that as long as this young immortal with mixed martial arts knowledge could leave the Lotus Flower Blessed Land alive, his future achievements would be high.

If you can't catch fish with a fishing rod, then you should try another method and spread the fishing net widely.

Lu Fang raised his arm and shook his sword.

Except for the one he held in his hand, there were thirty-six identical famous swords Dachun hovering in front of Lu Fang, like infantry formations, orderly and heavily guarded.

The long swords moved forward slowly, then suddenly accelerated and flew through the air.

Chen Ping'an flew over the rooftops, tossing and turning, and the sword energy that turned into white rainbows exploded around him one after another like maggots on the tarsal bones.

In addition to controlling the thirty-six large swords and arrows, Lu Fang used them as crossbows. As long as Chen Pingan opened the distance, he would advance forward appropriately, always maintaining a distance of thirty feet, and not giving Chen Pingan a chance to rush in front of him. . Of course Lu Fang drew his sword to kill Chen Pingan, not to play a cat-and-mouse game. But whenever Chen Pingan can bully him and get closer, whenever he mistakenly thinks that he can win or lose with one punch, Lu Fang will always set a trap for Chen Pingan.

But before the thirty-six swords were used up, the man started running towards Lu Fang, stepping left and right with light steps, not walking in a straight line.

Lu Fang was slightly surprised and sneered in his heart, is this coming?

The five fingers moved slightly, and the last six flying swords suddenly spread out, drawing arcs in the air, and finally the sword tips converged on a certain point.

That place happened to be the place where that person would punch.

In a flash, six flying swords exploded together behind the man with a huge force.

Sure enough it can be faster.

Lu Fang was not surprised at all, nor was he panicked at all.

The real big chun in his hand was swept across with one sword.

The sword energy condenses into a thread.

This sword seemed to directly separate the capital city of Nanyuan into two levels.

Chen Ping'an didn't retreat but advanced, moving forward without hesitation, and struck the sword light with one punch.

Blood splattered in front of him.

Lu Fang's eyes were indifferent, and he just slashed with his sword.

Up and down, then left and right.

It was just that Lu Fang stepped on the roof purely by instinct in an instant, and then with a flying sword above his head, he flew towards Chen Ping'an from behind Lu Fang.

Lu Fang was still frightened.

Feng Qingbai's sword must have been left near the wall all this time. He seemed to have rashly knocked it away and swept the sword. It was not for the purpose of punching at all, but to use the skills of a swordsman to control the sword and strike from the head and tail.

Chen Pingan reached out and held the sword.

It was just a little bit short of giving Lu Fang a break.

But there was no regret, and he silently said "Go!"

Lu Fang was shocked in his heart. He didn't have time to speak out to warn Zhou Shi, the hairpin man on the street. He didn't care about anything and followed closely behind him, throwing out the big chun in his hand and heading towards the wall.

Lu Fang was distracted for a moment and used his real sword control skills to avoid making mistakes again and killing people instead of saving people.

Feng Qingbai's sword passed through the wall and just hit the back of Zhou Shi's head.

Almost at the same time, Lu Fang's big chun was slightly tilted and nailed into the wall, hitting the flying sword from a higher place.

At the critical moment, Dachun hit the flying sword hard, causing the flying sword to fall, but only penetrated Zhou Shi's shoulder. The huge penetration force made the Hairpin Flower Man stagger forward.

Lu Fang suddenly raised his head.

A man in white robe fell like a meteor, came to Lu Fang from the hole in the roof, and punched him.

Lu Fang was hit so hard that he slid backwards and smashed into the wall. The second punch came again.

God beats the drum style.

In this straight line, Lu Fang performed the Nine-Fist Divine Man Beating the Drum style firmly, and retreated all the way. The wall where Smiling Face and Chen Ping'an were standing before was also smashed into pieces by Lu Fang's back.

Lu Fang tried to use the sword Dachun to rescue him, but found that he didn't dare at all, so he could only gather his energy and try his best to protect his body.

After all, Dachun is just a magical weapon in this world, not Lu Fang's natal flying sword stranded in Tongyezhou.

Chen Pingan delivered the tenth punch resolutely.

Lu Fang slammed into the building on the other side of the street, just like the pipa woman before, and finally sneaked into the wall, bleeding from all his orifices, and extremely embarrassed.

But Chen Pingan also paid the price for insisting on punching this time.

A man appeared beside him and punched Chen Pingan on the temple.

It was like being hit on the head by a bell.

Chen Ping'an flew ten feet away and squatted on the street. At his feet was the ravine that had been cracked by Lu Fang's sword energy.

The guy who interrupted Chen Ping'an's drum beating was wearing a Confucian scholar's green shirt and stood there with one hand behind his back and one hand clenched in front of him, calm and composed.

Chen Pingan turned his head, spat out a mouthful of black and blue blood, and wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand.

The skinny little girl who happened to be between Nanyuan Imperial Master and Chen Ping'an, she was curled up on the small bench at the base of the wall from beginning to end.

She quietly glanced at the guy in the white robe. He was awesome, but now he felt a little pitiful.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she found that he who wanted to sit still, although he was beaten badly by someone, slowly stood up behind him, and he was looking at each other with the old man like Mr. Xue Shu, but He is also looking at himself.

Probably saying, don't be afraid?

She clearly knew that her life was tied to him. Once he dies, he will probably die too.

But she couldn't help but feel angry, wishing that he would beat that old bastard to death the next moment.

This kind of emotion is hard to explain.

Just like when she saw the little snowman in the small wooden box.

She liked it so much, and since she couldn't get it, she would drop it, destroy it, and die.

She saw nothing wrong with this.