Sword of Coming

Chen Ping went all the way to the south alone, and wherever he went, spells and spiritual weapons poured down, and there were bursts of torrential rain.

Then Chen Pingan finally encountered a stubble, a short man wearing a bright red chain mail, wearing a purple gold crown with phoenix wings and two extremely long feathers of a long-tailed pheasant, just like those market theaters in Haoran Tianxia Fancy attire.

Those who dare to swagger on the battlefield of the Great Wall of Sword Qi must have the qualifications not to be afraid of death, besides not being afraid of death. This monk from the monster race is extremely fast, almost shrunken, and came from several miles away in an instant. When he reached Chen Ping's side, he punched Chen Pingan's strong fist that protected his whole body, and hit Chen Pingan's temple, causing Chen Pingan to fly hundreds of feet horizontally.

Chen Ping slapped the ground with his palm, spun around, got up and stood still, and the latter followed him like a shadow, exchanging punches with Chen Ping.

The two sides slid out almost at the same time, plowing a gully below the knees on the ground. The latter shook his right wrist and pulled off a plume with the fingers of his left hand. He spoke in the dialect of the Great Wall of Sword Qi , "You are the new hermit official? The warrior has traveled far away? The fist is not light, no wonder you can lose three games to Cao Ci first, and then win three games to Yu Yufu."

He raised his right hand, signaling that the besieging monster army retreated, leaving the battlefield to himself and the young hermit from the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Chen Ping stretched out his thumb, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then rubbed one side of his temple with the palm of his hand. The strength was really strong. The opponent should be a warrior of the mountain peak realm, and the warrior realm of the monster race. Both are less papery. It's just that a warrior of the Nine Realms, with his martial arts luck, shouldn't be sent to death like this, no matter what he wears or punches, the opponent is too "indifferent".

Chen Pingan quickly understood, and it was rare for him to speak to the enemy on the battlefield, "Are you the strongest martial artist of the eighth realm in the wild world? Looking for an opportunity to break through the realm and gain martial luck?"

The short man let go of the feather in his hand, flicked it up, nodded and smiled and said, "How about it? You and I asked for a fist fight? If I say that no one will get involved, you definitely don't believe it, and I don't think I can care about it." It doesn’t matter if there are some sneaky sword cultivators and dead warriors, as long as you nod your head, in the next martial arts fight, anyone who hinders me from punching, including you, is my enemy, and I will kill them all.”

Chen Ping stretched out his hand, pointed to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and said with a smile: "In the city, there is a senior from the Nine Realms who taught me boxing techniques. You can go over there and ask about boxing."

The short man's eyes were gloomy, and he was very sincere, but this young hermit official who is now famous is very dishonest.

Chen Pingan said: "Let's chat with you for the last time. A warrior, no matter who he loses to, even if he is Cao Ci, it can't be said that even if he is defeated, he is defeated. It can be seen that the most powerful warrior in the wild world A martial artist who is strong in the remote realm, does not talk about whether his fists are hard or not, but only talks about his courage and heart, which is really not good. If you get the word 'strongest' and enter the ninth realm, it will be a big joke."

The dialogue between the two sides is actually meaningless.

It's just that their calculations are not small. The short man pretended to be heroic. He wanted to ask Chen Pingan alone, but he wanted to use the young hermit as a stepping stone in martial arts. A piece of martial arts heritage of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

As for Chen Pingan, of course he was secretly looking for the first person of the Hundred Swords Immortal in the wild world. The saints of the three religions created the golden river twice, and Chen Pingan went out of the city to fight twice. Even if they didn't try their best, but the subtleties are intertwined, whoever makes a mistake in a certain link first will die, and the way of death is destined not to be so generous and heroic, it will only make the swordsmen who are not at a high level Xiu felt baffled.

The short man seemed to have lost the interest in intrigue, and gently fiddled with the gravel on the ground with his boots, "I'm done standing up and chatting, I'll give you a chance to lie down and talk later. By the way, my name is Hou Kuimen."

After Chen Ping took one hand, he turned his head slightly, stretched out his finger, and pointed to his temple, indicating that he had the ability to punch this way again.

Suddenly had an idea, you can try it.

The premise of giving it a try is to let the other party try it first.

Naturally, Hou Kuimen would not be polite.

Hou Kuimen hesitated a little after throwing out a punch, instead of taking advantage of the victory to pursue, he just stood there and looked at the young man who was sent flying by his punch.

The young man who didn't dodge at all, let alone fight back, stomped his foot on the ground, stopped his figure, and looked at Hou Kuimen with a smile, with a slight sarcasm in his expression.

Hou Kuimen was worried about fraud just now, so he withdrew his strength a bit.

A young hermit official who is famous for his calculations and is known in the 60th Army account, he will not be so stupid as to be beaten to death standing up.

So after the punch was successful, there was a trace of regret. If the punch was not a test, but an all-out punch, would that young man still be able to stand at this moment?

It's just why the other party punched me hard?

Chen Ping pointed to the position of his heart, "Punch again."

Hou Kuimen raised his arms and held the feathers with his fingers respectively. His attire, the bright red chain mail, the purple gold crown and the two shining feathers, were not ordinary mountain utensils, but a complete set. It is an ancient military strategist's treasure, but its appearance has changed after refining. The rank of the half-immortal soldiers, both offensive and defensive, is called Jiancang, which can detain the flying sword of the sword fairy for a while. Once the sword fairy who has no natal flying sword is approached by him, he will obediently compete with Hou Kuimen in physical fitness.

Hou Kuimen let go of the two feathers, and in a flash, he came to the martial artist of the same generation who wanted to die, and punched out, and then the young hermit fell to the distance.

Chen Pingan stood up, spat out a mouthful of blood, glanced at Hou Kuimen, and cursed at his mother in the small town dialect of his hometown.

Originally, he planned to let this peak warrior of the Eighth Realm help him break the bottleneck of the Seventh Realm, but he never thought that Hou Kuimen's two punches were slow, which made Chen who was used to the weight of Li Er's fist at Luzhou Lion Peak in Beiju Peace, it's like being scratched by a woman twice for nothing.

In today's Sword Qi Great Wall, there is a fair saying that watching a young hermit official beat someone, or seeing him being beaten, is a pleasant thing to watch.

Nahou Kuimen looked complicated.

Chen Pingan asked in the elegant words of the wild world: "Are you going to kill the hermit official to make meritorious service, or do you want to fight with the martial artist to break through the situation?!"

Hou Kuimen took a deep breath, tapped his fists lightly once, and said in a deep voice: "The last punch, if you don't die, I will lose. Chen Pingan, I know you have something to ask for, it doesn't matter, it depends on who has the better punch High! This punch, you just fight back."

Chen Ping frowned.

Indistinctly, Hou Kuimen's majestic fist condensed a vague atmosphere around him, like a saint sitting in a small world.

In Shujian Lake in the early years, when traveling with Zhang Ji on Qingxia Island, Chen Pingan found that he could vaguely see some signs.

Chen Pingan shook his sleeves, rolled up his sleeves and gently stretched them out.

for a moment.

The young Yinguan and Hou Kuimen are on the battlefield where the dust is flying and covering the sky.

The wind and sand all over the sky were mixed with fine fists that shot in all directions, like thousands of tiny flying swords splashing chaotically.

A moment later, the earth trembled, and the wind and sand scattered. I saw Hou Kuimen covering his neck tightly with one hand, blood seeping from between his fingers, clenched his fist with the other hand, and looked around.

Finally, Hou Kuimen saw behind a demon monk, the young hermit pierced the back vest of the dead sword cultivator with a dagger in his left hand, and then wiped lightly on his neck with the dagger in his right hand.

Hou Kuimen could no longer speak smoothly, and said vaguely: "Chen Pingan, as a hermit official, I have personally learned your skills, but as a pure martial artist, it is really disappointing, and I am so disappointed."

It turned out that the young hermit had punched Hou Kuimen before when he was asking for a punch, but he took out a knife from his sleeve and pierced the latter's neck from bottom to top. On the ground, he raised his figure, and then retreated a few steps, his lips and tongue were almost smashed by the sharp blade, and his head was pierced by the point of the knife on the spot.

If a pure martial artist in Haoran Tianxia does not have the support of his natural toughness, he would definitely be unable to speak a word after suffering such a serious injury.

Chen Ping gently pushed away the dead sword cultivator's body in front of him, gathered his voice together, and smiled with Hou Kuimen, "You have punched three times, which one is in line with the status of a pure martial artist? If you are the first The fist is pure enough, I don't mind exchanging three punches with you at all, maybe we can break through each other, that is the real life and death, it only depends on the level of the fist."

When Chen Pingan appeared, the battlefield vacated a large space by itself.

The young Yinguan held the short knife with both hands behind his back, opened it lightly, and held it lightly again.

This is a little habit I learned from Yu Lu.

As for the posture of holding a knife, it is born out of a saber posture seen at Jianshui Villa in Shushui Country. In fact, assassins and swordsmen also did this in the rivers and lakes under the mountains, but in Chen Ping's eyes, it didn't mean enough, it was a dead air.

After all, Hou Kuimen only knew about young hermit officials, but he was too unaware of Chen Ping's fighting habits.

When he started to procrastinate, he must be chasing after someone.

Otherwise, all words, at most, will only be after birth and death.

Hou Kuimen didn't just retreat, the intention of fisting didn't decrease but increased, very good.

Chen Ping put away the pair of knives that were obtained from the assassin in Luzhou, Beiju, Golushan, into his sleeves, and stood still.

Hou Kuimen didn't know what secret method he used, the blood around his neck stopped flowing, his arms drooped, and he remained motionless.

This is the state of mind that a veritable martial artist should have.

After that, wherever the two figures went, it would inevitably bring disaster to a large area of ​​fish in the pond.

The two pure warriors, each at the bottleneck of martial arts, are like two flying swords of sword immortals, wantonly cutting the battlefield, leaving limbs and bones all over the ground.

Hou Kuimen's punches became more and more "brisk", but the intent of the punches became heavier and heavier.

Both fists and fists have the rudiments of the martial arts of the nine realms, and this is the great opportunity to break through the realm.

For some reason, the young hermit was already a recognized swordsman, but he never brought out the flying sword, and he didn't even use any of the long swords in the sword box behind him.

In the far distance of the battlefield, a "middle-aged man" who was on the same path as the young hermit, seemed to be coerced by the monster army, and rushed towards the Great Wall of Sword Qi. The fight at Kuimen showed some clues, and he was hesitant to disrupt Chen Pingan's plan.

It's just that when his eyes scanned several directions, the distance was not close, and he weighed it up, he gave up making a move, and stopped competing with the talented Jiashen Zhang for military exploits.

Hou Kuimen's whole body was bloody and bloody, a majestic martial artist at the top of the eight realms, wearing heavy treasures, and a junior martial artist who was clearly a level behind, it was unimaginable that he would be reduced to such a field after a single punch.

Hou Kuimen, whose face was covered in blood, suddenly stood still, lowered his head and chuckled, and raised his head, staring fixedly at the young man who also suddenly retracted his fist.

Hou Kuimen seems to be saying, when I am at the Ninth Realm and Wu Yun is close to me, and then I come to hit you, who is really unreasonable, at the bottleneck of the Golden Body Realm, it will be my turn to be unreasonable, and let you have such a mess Calculation, can it succeed? Can you leave this battlefield alive? If you have the ability, you, Chen Pingan, also broke through? !

This time, when he asked about boxing, he was clearly superior in level, but he was at a disadvantage. The crux of the problem was not that Hou Kuimen was not strong enough, or that his punches were light.

At this moment Hou Kuimen saw Chen Ping'an's appearance as if he was facing a great enemy, he didn't seem to be fake, he just felt happy. He practiced boxing in his life, and every time he broke through the situation, it seemed that he had never been so happy and happy. Chen Ping'an helped me break through the situation today. Leave his whole body in the future, the premise is that the young man's physique can withstand the few punches he threw out after reaching the Ninth Realm without being dismembered!

A series of martial arts from the wild world broke through the air, descended on the battlefield, and frantically flocked to Hou Kui's gate.

Chen Pingan smiled knowingly, and finally came.

Hou Kuimen's fist is too light to break through his own bottleneck, at most it helps him to beat a few key muscles and muscles, which is just icing on the cake.

Because they were worried that it would affect the follow-up battle, many fists of the Nine Realms went straight to the key Qi Palace. Once they hit him, Chen Pingan was not afraid of getting hurt. Most of it had to be unloaded, Hou Kuimen was happy when he punched, but Chen Ping was not happy when he confronted him.

It doesn't matter, Chen Pingan has experience in defeating martial arts, and he has done it more than once in the old dragon city.

What's more, Chen Pingan has even carried out the catastrophe twice, in Beiju Luzhou Suijiacheng, and in this Sword Qi Great Wall, he has fought against people from the real world.

Chen Ping tipped his toes, stood up straight to the sky, did not throw a punch, just kept climbing higher, as if he wanted to go to the highest point of the sky before giving up, although he didn't throw a punch, it was a punch like cloud steaming Daze Let's welcome those white rainbow martial arts from the wild world.

The "middle-aged man" stopped in his tracks, looked up, and said to himself, "Can martial arts be able to grab it? Can business do this?"

Because the young hermit did not know what kind of weird method he used, but he directly pulled all the white rainbows of martial arts and lifted them into the sky together, making the young man soar like a white rainbow.

Martial arts in the world is an extremely illusory existence, otherwise, even the Chinese Confucian Temple in Haoran Tianxia would not be able to stop and intercept this thing, so that it can only be left to it, circulating among the talented martial arts in the Jiuzhou territory.

In the wild world, even Tuoyue Mountain couldn't restrain this matter.

The most embarrassing situation was naturally Hou Kuimen who had never been close to him when his martial arts came.

Hou Kuimen's knees were slightly bent, and he also went to the sky, chasing the figure of Chen Ping'an who was already as small as a mustard seed, hoping to get as close as possible to those martial arts.

The "middle-aged man" who regarded himself as a swordsman still didn't attack Chen Pingan with his sword. It's like making a penny-pinching deal.

This young swordsman, who had overwhelmed all the geniuses in Lizhen and Zhuxie on the Hundred Sword Immortal Genealogy, had sensed a trace of the true meaning of Dao in the dark.

If you use the sword at this moment, even if you can succeed, it will only be worth the loss in terms of your own way, because in this life, you will provoke the invisible victory of the martial arts of heaven and earth everywhere.

If it's a pure martial artist, it's a good thing to sharpen his own martial arts, but it's a pity that he is a swordsman after all.

wrong!

Chen Pingan's boxing intentions and motives are all fake.

He suddenly stretched out his right hand, and directly controlled a long sword from a monster sword cultivator not far away. With a slight shock, it shattered into dozens of pieces of the sword body. A few veins in the heart of the broken hand, after the blood oozed out, wiped over the fragments of the sword body, the young swordsman resorted to one of the many methods of suppressing the bottom of the box, waved his sleeves, and blasted the fragments into the sky, straight Go to Hou Kuimen.

Almost at the same time, a blur appeared in front of Hou Kuimen's eyes. The figure that was more than a hundred feet away first used a land-shrinking talisman, and then used the two refined flying swords of pine needles and cough thunder as traction.

Holding knives in both hands, he stabbed Hou Kuimen's cheek with one knife, across the entire cheek, and pierced Hou Kuimen's heart with one knife. After a successful blow, he used the land shrinking talisman, and his figure disappeared instantly.

The next moment, the fragments of the long sword hovered around Hou Kuimen, like a pocket sword array, protecting this martial artist and monster clan who is hard to say whether it is the eighth or the ninth level.

If they hadn't arrived, Chen Pingan would have cut off half of Hou Kuimen's head directly.

Hou Kuimen gritted his teeth, and after being stabbed twice, "Feisheng" stagnated slightly, and continued to fly high into the sky, those martial arts were dragged to a higher place by the young hermit.

After confirming that Hou Kuimen's life was safe, those long sword fragments disappeared in a flash and returned to the "middle-aged man".

The two pure warriors knocked open two layers of vast sea of ​​clouds one after another.

The first floor is only slightly higher than the top of the Jianqi Great Wall, and the sea of ​​clouds at a higher place is far higher than the top of the city.

Suddenly hovering above the sea of ​​clouds, Chen Pingan frowned again, but this time, it wasn't true or false with that Hou Kuimen, acting falsely.

Instead, I really noticed a hint of conspiracy that was not right.

Those martial arts in the higher places are absolutely true.

Although Hou Kuimen didn't know why the young hermit stopped walking, after breaking through the sea of ​​clouds, he still relied on the wind-defying environment to get close to those martial arts that were swimming like a dragon.

Chen Pingan thought for a while, but he gave up all his previous plans, fell into the sea of ​​clouds, and returned to the earth.

Hou Kuimen had to openly accept those martial arts that should belong to him, above the sea of ​​clouds, the sun was shining, Hou Kuimen was like a god.

Just in an instant, Hou Kuimen's eyes turned pitch black, struggling for a moment, he started to follow Chen Ping'an, and at the same time dragged those martial arts to the ground.

Wu Yun crashed into Hou Kuimen's body, and Hou Kuimen, who had entered the Ninth Realm, swept away towards Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping changed his retreat trajectory three times, but still couldn't dodge.

On the ground, an astonishing crater was smashed like a flying sword of the sword fairy's life.

Marquis Hou Kuimen of the Nine Realms was completely shattered together with his martial arts skills.

Jia Shenzhan, the five sword fairy embryos of the wild world, no longer concealed their whereabouts, and all appeared on the edge of the big pit, each occupying one side.

Bamboo boxes, from the truth, rain four, white, beach.

The middle-aged man sighed, concealed himself, and left.

Is there actually that great monster on the throne, using his natal supernatural powers, possessing Hou Kuimen who is about to break the realm, and directly gave up a sure-fire Nine Realm warrior in exchange for the serious injury of the young hermit official Chen Pingan?

The bamboo trunk said: "Be careful, it's a trap."

A smiling voice sounded in everyone's hearts at the same time: "How is that possible."