Sword of Coming

On the quiet street, old friends meet again.

Hovering above a flying sword, stood Yu Zhenyi, who looked like a child. The sword under his feet was as bright as glass, with a lustrous color.

The leader of the Hushan Sect, the righteous leader of the world, he practiced martial arts to the peak, resolutely gave up everything to practice the immortal arts, and finally made great progress.

Finally, he appeared in the capital after the first drum sounded in Guniu Mountain.

Leaving the Guniu Mountain outside the capital where the heavenly drum was beaten and ascended to the earth this time, the first person I saw was the former brother of life and death, Nanyuan Kingdom's national master Zhong Qiu.

Zhong Qiu seemed to have expected that Yu Zhenyi would stop him, and was not surprised. Instead of stopping, he continued to move forward, and did not stop until he was no more than twenty steps away.

Zhong Qiuxiao asked: "Have you finished the Yuzhu fan? Will it be too soft to use it as a token of the future head of the Hushan Sect?"

Just like the polite exchanges between ordinary friends.

Just like that night when you return home on a snowy night, how can you have a drink?

Yu Zhenyi asked: "It has been three times, why?"

This is actually asking for help.

Zhong Qiu asked, "You're asking me why I saved Lu Fang and why I helped Chen Ping'an?"

Yu Zhenyi, who broke out of the barrier as a child, his eyes as dark as a deep pool, rippled slightly, and for the first time, he was obviously aroused by the real fire.

Yu Zhenyi said nothing, but the flying sword at his feet, which was connected to the master's mind, was filled with brilliance and became more and more magnificent and charming, like a piece of glass dropped from the heaven to the earth.

Zhong Qiu glanced at the Xian Family Flying Sword at Yu Zhenyi's feet, looked away, and said calmly: "Don't you already know the answer?"

Yu Zhenyi sighed slightly, feeling some nostalgia in his heart.

This is not because Yu Zhenyi has softened his heart, but since things have come to this point, since Zhong Qiu is still stubborn after so many years, he has to harden his heart.

People in the world say that Yu Zhenren and Zhong Guoshi broke up in the early years because of a beautiful woman who brought disaster to the country and the people. They really underestimated them.

At that time, the two of them had just become famous in the world, and it was precisely because they met a banished immortal that the two brothers parted ways.

At that time, Yu Zhenyi was determined to kill the banished immortal, but Zhong Qiu believed that the crime would not lead to death, and the risk was too great, so there was no need to risk everything. However, Yu Zhenyi still went alone to assassinate the banished immortal. Qiu suddenly appeared and blocked Yu Zhenyi's fatal sword. Then, as Ding Ying told them in Nanyuan Kingdom, after the banished immortal was killed, two opportunities fell from him, one of which could lead to immortality. The secret book of the Immortal Family, an indestructible glazed sword.

In the midst of the heavy rain, Yu Zhenyi held the golden and jade heavenly book made of unknown material in one hand, and held the sword in the other hand, looking up to the sky and roaring.

Zhong Qiu left sadly.

Yu Zhenyi gently threw away the immortal sword and said that the two brothers can live and die together, and they also want to be rich and noble together. From now on, the rules of this world, no matter how high the temple is or how far away the rivers and lakes are, if you like studying in Zhongqiu, then It's all up to you. I, Yu Zhenyi, yearn for immortality in the Tao, and have cultivated the immortal method. I will help you protect it. I will teach all the immortals in the world to bow their heads and obey orders, and never dare to act recklessly again...

Zhong Qiu didn't wait for Yu Zhenyi to finish his words at all, he just left straight away, letting the priceless magic weapon fall into the mud, and letting Yu Zhenyi's heartfelt words disappear in the heavy rain.

Liu Zong, the knife sharpener, left the already ruined street and passed the corner. When he saw this scene from a distance, he was stunned. He hesitated for a moment, but still moved forward slowly, neither flinching nor waiting for an opportunity to escape.

Liu Zong believed what the young man said, and believed that the "child" wielding the sword in front of him, a real Yu Da who was supposed to fight Ding Laomo for eight hundred rounds, would be determined to intercept and kill Zhong Qiu, who was once his best friend.

The reason why I believe it is because the young Immortal can actually let Zhong Qiu take the initiative to give fists and help consolidate a certain state so that he can better cope with the next battle.

Zhong Qiu never behaves as he pleases. Everything he says and does must have its own rules.

Is Zhong Qiu a sanctimonious hypocrite, or a strategist who seeks the country and the world? No, Liu Zong has stayed in the capital of Nanyuan for so many years. Liu Zong knows exactly what kind of person Zhong Guoshi is. He is a true literary sage and martial arts master. He has both, and has mastered the master of foreign martial arts in this world. The summit has been raised a little higher by his own efforts, and Zhong Qiu has an extremely clear view of the difference between good and evil. The several turmoils in the capital that caused one-sided public opinion and public criticism in the world should have been killed in one fell swoop, which greatly pleased people's hearts. It saves worry and effort, but Zhong Qiu secretly ended the matter in such an upright and peaceful manner that Liu Zong, who was watching with cold eyes, even gave a thumbs up and praised him as a true hero.

So when the young man said that he and Zhongqiu were "kindred spirits".

Liu Zong made the decision without hesitation, and the sharp knife in his sleeve was enough.

In addition to being congenial, they also strive for a chance of survival for themselves.

To be honest, there is no one in the world who is not curious about the weird relationship between Yu Zhenyi and Zhong Qiu.

Of course Liu Zong, the knife sharpener, was no exception. You should know that he was at the silk shop, chatting with the wives and aunts about the trivial matters of the neighborhood. He heard about which old man was picking off the ashes, and which girl was attracted to whom. , Widow Liu's house often heard cats meowing at night. The men from some households secretly went to Goulan and spent all their savings. The daughter-in-law made a fuss about hanging herself. These parents were short-lived, and Liu Zong chatted more enthusiastically than the women.

The hand hidden in Liu Zong's sleeve clenched the sharpening knife.

I haven't yet asked who the night owl in Widow Liu's house is. I can't die here today!

Besides, after so many years of observation, the results of those candidates who are expected to be the founders of his own school and also the closed disciples have generally come to fruition.

Zhong Qiu looked at the child standing on the sword and stood in the wind, and sighed softly: "Yu Zhenyi, have you ever thought that there are still differences between you and those banished immortals now, but if you have been on this road, If you keep going, sooner or later, you will be them, and one day, another Zhao Zhenyi or Ma Zhenyi will come to kill you, and they feel that the killing is justified."

Yu Zhenyi shook his head, "Zhong Qiu, don't you know? The place of ascension this time is still Guniu Mountain, but the number of people has changed. It is no longer ten people, but only three people. But these three people are qualified." From the true history of Lotus Flower Blessed Land, five, three and one person were selected to ascend and leave together. However, these nine people may become vassal puppets. I have deduced that Ding Ying, I, Zhou Fei, will be The three who have the best chance will eventually be promoted.”

Yu Zhenyi then told Zhong Qiu about the ten people on the final list.

Lu Fang and Tong Qingqing are gone.

Zhong Qiu directly asked the most critical question, frowning and said: "You want to leave?"

Yu Zhenyi shook his head and said: "Of course I won't. Before the third drum sounds, I will not climb up Guniu Mountain and voluntarily give up the opportunity to ascend. Just like the madman Zhu Lian back then, but he did it in order to be able to use his physical body for the second time. Ascension, and I want to prove to you that I, Yu Zhenyi, was right to kill the banished immortal, and that you were wrong to plant autumn. I want this world to be stable for as long as I am alive, and for you to plant autumn. Make up, it’s meaningless.”

This was a big statement, but Yu Zhenyi said it very lightly.

Zhong Qiu said with a smile: "Different minds and different paths."

Yu Zhenyi said slowly: "You have one last chance now. Join forces with me to kill the banished immortal Zhou Fei. Ding Ying will not stop you. Then you will be able to live to the end. As for whether you choose to go to Guniu Mountain in the White Sun Ascension, as you wish.”

Zhong Qiu asked: "Then the rest of the people on the list, Liu Zong, Arm Saint Cheng Yuanshan, Northern Jin Dynasty Longwu General Tang Tieyi, Monk Yunni of Jingang Temple. Who will kill? Is it you Yu Zhenyi or Ding Ying? These people can Not to banish an immortal."

It seemed like the two of them had been chatting with each other, each talking about his own thing.

Yu Zhenyi was furious, "When others say such stupid things, I just think they are a village woman and don't bother to care! As a national master of Nanyuan Kingdom, don't you Zhongqiu know that there is no change in the world that will not make you die in vain?!"

Zhong Qiu smiled and nodded, "Of course I know that I have done a lot of things for the hard work of Nanyuan Kingdom over the years. But now I am just asking you Yu Zhenyi, not about changes that have not happened in thousands of years, not about this The world is not a blessed land where immortals are banished. I am just asking you, Yu Zhenyi, from Jolan County, Zhuo County, Songlai Kingdom."

Yu Zhenyi sneered and said: "Stubborn, you Zhongqiu have been this virtuous since you were a child. No matter how many books you read and how much you practice, you are still the stinking stone in the pit."

Zhong Qiu smiled and said, "You Yu Zhenyi have changed a lot."

Liu Zong was frightened when he heard this.

He was really afraid that Zhongqiu would nod and agree, and then join forces with Yu Zhenyi to strangle the four people on the list including him. It was not like killing a chicken. Except that Yu Zhenyi had entered the realm of transformation, let alone Zhongqiu or Nanyuan. Even if Liu Zong, a local leader in the country, joins forces with Cheng Yuanshan, Tang Tieyi, and Monk Yunni, he still has no chance of winning.

Fortunately, Zhong Qiu was worthy of being the national master Zhong that Liu Zong admired deeply!

Zhong Qiu raised his head and glanced in the direction of his hometown, feeling a little sad, "Having said so much, you really mean it, but you just want to feel at ease when you kill me. This has never changed."

Yu Zhenyi stood on the flying sword,

Zhongqiu did not turn around, and laughed loudly: "Liu Zong! I have been a neighbor in this capital for so many years, and I have never visited you. It's not because I look down on you, a knife sharpener. The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. I, Zhongqiu, punched first. If you are holding the battle from the side, if the outcome is very different, you, Liu Zong, can run away if you can and go directly to Monk Yunni, don't feel embarrassed!"

The knife sharpener Liu Zong was stunned and murmured: "Mother, you are worthy of being a master of the country. This flattery makes me, Mr. Liu, feel so comfortable!"

Being friends with wonderful people is like a drunkard drinking fine wine. How can he be sober? How can he not be drunk?

Liu Zong, who is not afraid of death but never seeks death, takes one step forward, and if he dies, he will die, and he will be drunk to death!

Yu Zhenyi leaned forward slightly and floated out gently. His feet landed gently on the street. He waved his sleeves forward and said softly: "Let's go."

The flying sword behind him, with a sword light as clear as the glow of glass, drew a huge arc, broke through the wall, and then broke through the wall, and reappeared on this street with lightning speed, just avoiding the national master Zhong Qiu, until At Liu Zong, the knife sharpener behind him.

Yu Zhenyi strolled leisurely, walked forward leisurely, raised his hands and shook them, then put them behind him and said with a smile: "Zhongqiu, aren't you known as the best in the world? Come on, I won't fight back, you can punch as you like. .”

Zhong Qiu nodded, and then suddenly asked: "Can I go out of the city to fight?"

Yu Zhenyi smiled and said: "Master Zhong, you don't have to worry about hurting innocent people, you don't have that ability at all."

Zhong Qiu laughed dumbly.

This guy, in the end of his cultivation of immortality, turned into a little kid with a loud voice. He Zhongqiu really wanted to learn about the magical powers of the so-called immortals.

Yu Zhenyi put his hands behind his back, indicating to Zhong Qiu that he could punch with all his strength.

Not only that, he also pointed his toes, hovering in the air, and was as tall as Zhongqiu, making it easier for Zhongqiu to punch!

Zhong Qiu was not angry about this. He felt that he was being ridiculed, but his expression became more solemn.

A punch was delivered.

Zhong Qiu's fist stopped three feet in front of Yu Zhenyi's childish face.

That punch could only move forward inch by inch, extremely slowly.

Like an old man climbing a mountain, walking with difficulty.

There was only three feet between them, but there was a world of difference.

Yu Zhenyi, who put his hands behind his back, shook his head slightly, his eyes full of pity, "I never thought that planting autumn would be nothing more than this."

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Until Ding Ying appeared to put a final word on this mess, there was still no movement from Pink Vajra Ma Xuan. Even though Tang Tieyi, Cheng Yuanshan, Zhou Fei and other masters left one after another, Ma Xuan was still lying there.

Rivers and lakes are like this. People can drown if they are deep or shallow. What’s more, as the old saying goes, those who swim well will drown.

Ma Xuan's life was actually quite valuable. It should have been far more than five hundred taels of gold. In the martial arts world of Ouhua Blessed Land, this gold can only buy the life of a second-rate master or a county guard.

It seemed that he had escaped the danger of being trapped in a tight siege and was only facing off against the old man with the lotus crown. However, Chen Ping'an's palms were sweating. It had nothing to do with courage or state of mind. It was purely due to the murderous intention after Ding Ying appeared. If it is too strong, it is a person's instinct to avoid danger, but if you can face difficulties, it is the real training of martial arts.

Just look at the flying sword fifteen between his two fingers to understand how difficult Ding Ying is to deal with.

Ding Ying smiled and said: "Is this what the Exalted Immortal calls his natal flying sword? It's a very new thing. It should be the first time it appears on the map of Lotus Flower Blessed Land, and it's also very rare to enter here with a complete body and soul. No wonder you caused so many accidents, but it doesn’t matter, because I, Ding Ying, am here in Lotus Flower Blessed Land.”

Chen Ping'an said nothing, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and put on a Yunzheng Daze style boxing stance.

Ding Ying looked around and continued to hold the beautiful green flying sword with two fingers of his right hand. Then he stretched out his left hand and said, "After we finish chatting, it's time to take action. I'll try to see if I can kill you with one hand."

Ding Ying glanced at Chen Pingan's boxing stand, shook his head and said: "I advise you to change to a boxing stand that is more conducive to offense. I still hope to see some impressive martial arts, otherwise if I get the upper hand , just like the boxing fight you used to fight back Lu Fang and Zhong Qiu, you will be unable to fight back."

Ding Ying smiled and waved to Chen Pingan, "You only hit ten punches at most before. You can definitely get more. I'm curious, how many punches can you hit at most? You can feel free to use them, I took them all!"

As expected, Chen Ping'an changed into a god-man-beating-drum-style boxing stance, and his aura suddenly changed from a high mountain city to a tidal cavalry.

Ding Ying smiled and nodded, still restraining the pocket flying sword with one hand, and facing the enemy with only one hand, "Come!"

In an instant, the street where Chen Pingan was standing collapsed into a huge pothole several feet in diameter, and the white robe disappeared.

Ding Ying nodded quickly enough.

No wonder Lu Fang, who was halfway to the sword-controlling level, was still in such a mess.

Ding Ying blocked the young immortal's fist with the palm of his hand. Just as he was about to tighten it, his fist loosened and the second punch had already hit his ribs.

Ding Ying knew clearly in his heart, if it was as he guessed, this boxing move, the punches' progression, speed, strength, and divine will were all the same. The most ingenious thing was the connection between the punches. There was no way to avoid it, so he had to resist hard. It looks like just a small hilltop, but if an immortal uses his magical power to open up the earth thousands of miles away, he will find that the inconspicuous hilltop has the entire "in and out", and it suddenly becomes the ancestral mountain of the world.

Before the eight punches, Ding Ying did not move at all. Each time, he just managed to resist the punch with the palm of his hand.

There seemed to be a snow-white dragon lingering around him, but no one could be seen.

For the ninth punch, Ding Ying took a step back and still blocked the punch towards the center of his eyebrow with his palm.

Ding Ying's seemingly simplest move actually contains the essence of nine martial arts he collected from various sects and gangs in Ouhua Blessed Land, not to mention the Jingxinzhai that looks like his own garden, Yu Zhenyi's Hushan Sect, Ding Ying used various methods to get hold of the boxing techniques taught by Zhong Qiu to his direct disciples, Bird's Eye Peak and Spring Chao Palace, the avalanche style of Cheng Yuanshan's spear skills, the eight-armed god Xue Yuan and other great masters' secrets. For his own use, some of them had reached the pinnacle of martial arts and were left intact, while others still had room for improvement. Ding Ying had nothing to do, so he helped perfect one or two.

The tenth punch.

Ding Ying moved a few steps laterally, but he smiled leisurely and said: "The only flaw in your boxing technique is that it hurts the enemy a thousand times and hurts you eight hundred. I want to see if you can hold on until the end." How many punches, and how powerful was the last one?"

Chen Ping'an just punched, but his heart felt like it was sinking to the bottom of an ancient well.

There was no one watching this fight.

Because I dare not.

Ding Laomo is famous for his love of killing those who watch.

You people who are not afraid of death like to watch from the sidelines, right? You like to point and clap at the side, right? You like to look shocked as if you have seen a ghost in the daytime, right? Every time Ding Laomo fights with others, he will treat those who are watching. The person slaps them into a pulp, just like a person uses a fan to swat mosquitoes on a broken curtain or flies on the wall.

That's why His Royal Highness Prince Wei Yan's skinny monkey-like master had just arrived not long ago. He was originally hiding in a distance, but when he saw that it was Old Demon Ding who took action in person, he evacuated as soon as possible.

But after all, there is only one Ding Ying. In addition, other mountaintop figures such as Zhong Qiu and Yu Zhenyi don't like others watching the fire from the other side, but most of them don't care.

However, watching the life-and-death fights between second-rate masters is a big taboo among people in the martial arts world, because no one wants his or her secretive skills to be seen by outsiders. People are talkative and will be passed down from one person to another, and everyone on the street will know. Why do you call it a pressure box bottom? The world of martial arts is not big, especially after becoming a first-class master, the world of martial arts becomes even smaller.

The distance between the two sides was always within two arms, but with the eleventh punch, Ding Ying seemed to have tasted the power of the god's drumming style. He intentionally or unintentionally opened the distance, and was knocked back more than a foot with one punch.

At that time, Lu Fang was seriously injured by ten punches. First, he was in a hurry and had no time to respond, but Ding Ying was ready from the beginning. Second, Lu Fang was devoted to practicing swordsmanship. Incomparable to Ding Ying. Lu Fang's ten punches from Chen Ping'an were like an infantry encountering an elite cavalry in the wild. They collapsed at the first touch and were naturally defeated. And with the same ten punches, Ding Ying occupies a huge city with high walls and strong troops.

Therefore, it is not the real gap between Lu Fang and Ding Ying, it is a world of difference.

In the final analysis, Ding Ying's ability to cope with the situation so easily is due to the lessons learned from Lu Fang and Zhong Qiu.

After the eleven punches, Ding Ying stood ten feet away. Before the next punch came close, he suddenly shook his sleeves and scattered the fists lingering in his palms. Ding Ying joked: "Three or four more punches, I'm afraid. I’m about to get a little injured.”

The twelfth punch had already reached the face, and Ding Ying punched for the first time, matching Chen Ping'an's divine drumming style.

Chen Pingan took a few steps back, but the mystery of the god's drum beating style was vividly demonstrated. Chen Pingan delivered the punch at a faster speed with an extraordinary trajectory and speed.

Ding Ying, who had no time to punch, had to raise his elbow with a slight delay and block it in front of him.

The tip of his elbow hit his chest.

Ding Ying flew backwards with a bang, but the zhenqi inside the robe helped to remove most of the force of the fist.

Between the lightning and flint, Ding Ying noticed that his opponent seemed to be a little slower. Ding Ying narrowed his eyes and slid out. While receiving the fourteenth punch, he smiled and said: "There was a ghost in your residence earlier. The little thing, who didn’t know whether to live or die, tried to sneak into the ground with a flying sword to find you, but I found him, and I don’t know if he was shocked to death and suffocated underground."

Sure enough, although the young man had noticed it, he still didn't stop, and the fifteenth punch came quickly and violently.

After one punch.

Ding Ying stepped back again and clamped Feijian Fifteen's fingers, trembling slightly.

Ding Ying was not surprised but happy, but he kept it secret.

Ding Laomo, who has been the number one for sixty years, may seem conceited, but deep down in Ding Ying's heart, he wants to obtain the essence of this punch more than anyone else.

It is very likely that understanding this punch will make him more confident in accomplishing what he wants to do.

Defeat this heavenly way!

Ding Ying didn't care at all that opening his mouth would cause a violent outpouring of energy all over his body. He smiled and said, "I asked Ya'er and Zhou Shi to bring out those four heads for you to see. That child, if I didn't remember If you are wrong, call me Cao Qinglang. It is really unfortunate for him to meet you, the banished immortal."

Even Ding Ying couldn't see Chen Ping'an's face clearly, but the old man could clearly feel "a little bit" of that man's murderous intent.

Not anger, not even the kind of crazy killing intent, but deliberately suppressed into a thin line, and then twisted into a grain.

This is a bit interesting.

This person's state of mind is unique among the immortals Ding Ying has seen and killed.

Ding Ying has learned a lot in his life, and there is no book he has not read. He once found this passage in a Taoist classic: Walking in the water, not avoiding dragons, this is the courage of a boatman. Walking in the mountains and forests, not afraid of jackals and wolves, this is the courage of woodcutter and hunter. The white blade is held in front of the body, and death is regarded as life. This is the courage of a hero. Knowing that one's human resources are exhausted and remaining calm in the face of great difficulties is the courage of a saint.

If you want to be calm, you must first be calm.

What does it mean when manpower is exhausted? Even when Chen Ping'an was in front of him, he thought that the family in the small courtyard was dead, and that little thing might also be dead. On this premise, not only should he know that all guilt and remorse were meaningless, he would only seek his own death. Only concentrate on specializing, and after knowing it, do it.

It's not easy to know what you've done, it's even harder to do it.

But Chen Pingan did not disappoint Ding Ying.

There is no sloppiness in punching, and there is no restraint. On the contrary, even though he knows that every punch will only make Ding Ying better understand the god's drumming style, he punches without hesitation, injuring the enemy by one thousand, damaging himself by eight hundred, or Ding Ying dies. Under his own punch, either his meridians will be severed, his soul will collapse, his flesh and blood will collapse, and he will die majesticly in the process of delivering the last punch like a god beating a drum.

The sixteenth punch!

Ding Ying nodded lightly and laughed heartily. From the lotus with the high silver crown, brilliance poured down like a waterfall and spread all over his body.

This time Ding Ying only took three steps back and was unscathed.

Chen Pingan withdrew his fist and took advantage of the rebound of the punch to fly back several feet.

After standing still, he raised his arm and wiped the blood with the back of his hand.

Ding Ying had no idea of ​​switching between offense and defense, and asked with a smile: "Why don't you punch anymore? Judging from your appearance, you can still sustain at least two punches, at least."

Ding Ying looked at the silent young man and raised his right hand, "Have you never thought that if you throw one or two more punches, you can make me loosen my fingers?"

Ding Ying sighed, feeling a little regretful. If he didn't sacrifice the lotus crown, his intuition told him that it would be in danger, and both parties would most likely suffer losses.

But there is no need to be perfect in everything, these dozen punches are enough for him to ponder and study.

It can be seen that this punch is already the most lethal move of the young immortal.

Ding Ying felt that enough was enough, and it was time to get down to business.

Chen Pingan looked around.

Everything is so baffling.

But because of this, Chen Ping'an felt that the anger in his heart was about to explode.

Just like when he was young, he saw Liu Xianyang lying on the hospital bed. After he left, he silently walked towards the covered bridge.

That feeling of despair, even after all these years, walking so far, and practicing so much boxing, Chen Pingan still remembers it fresh.

The world is huge, you are alone, and then you encounter a big obstacle. You just can't get over it. You will either die of depression or seek death. What else can you do?

At this moment, the sword-raising gourd on his waist was still sealed, and Chu Yi could not leave.

The golden robe on his body was still lifeless.

But Fifteen, who was both a flying sword and a square-inch object, was always firmly bound between Ding Ying's fingers.

Fortunately, Chen Ping'an is no longer the apprentice of the porcelain kiln back then.

Chen Pingan spit out a mouthful of blood, "Did you leave something behind and didn't care about it?"

Ding Ying laughed and said, "You mean the sword you put on the table? Do you want to get it and fight with me? But under my nose, do you think you can get there?"

Ding Ying asked and answered himself, shook his head and said: "As long as I don't want you to leave, you Chen Ping'an can't walk more than ten feet away. I can already confirm that you are just a pure martial artist who was banished to the immortal, and you are not the sword cultivator at all. Otherwise, this I can't trap a small flying sword at all."

Chen Ping'an grinned and glanced at the Taoist crown on Ding Ying's head, "You have the right time, right place, right people, and all of them. Isn't it great?"

Ding Ying narrowed his eyes with murderous intent, "Oh? Boy, I'm not convinced, but what can you do?"

"What did you say before, 'come'?"

Chen Pingan stretched out his arm horizontally, "right?"

Ding Ying remained silent and sneered in response.

I thought that this very different banished immortal must be struggling to his death.

Just wait and see what happens.

Chen Ping'an thought silently in his heart, "Here comes the sword!"

From the side room of the courtyard, the long qi sword, which weighed dozens of kilograms in sword qi alone, was instantly unsheathed.

As if following the rough footsteps of Chen Pingan's last outing, as if to demonstrate to this world, the long sword broke through the window like a white rainbow, left the yard, came to the alley, passed through the alley, entered the street, and rubbed shoulders with Ding Ying. And passed.

When Chen Pingan held this "white rainbow".

The long river of snow-white sword energy is still lingering in the world, with both twists and turns and straight lines, but it shows no sign of dissipating.

When Chen Pingan reached out and held the long qi sword.

The sword body is like frost and snow, the sword energy is also white, and the robe is even better than snow.

In this human world, Chen is invincible within an arm's length.

At arm's length, there is a sword.