Sword of Coming

Qing Tong, whose sleeves were trailing to the ground, felt as if he was instantly shattered by a punch, and his figure was immediately split into two.

Qing Tong no longer had the extremely long sleeves and ethereal fairy-like posture. Instead, a Yang God body appeared on the spot. He was an old man with a tall build, muscles in his arms, and beard and hair like snow, standing barefoot.

The old man showed a slightly surprised look on his face. He placed his feet on the ground as smooth as a mirror and walked straight back for more than ten feet before he stopped and shook his wrist.

Just such an ordinary and subtle movement is like a dragon shaking its scales, and the fist is like a river rushing down. It also displays a golden atmosphere visible to the naked eye. The fist is as thick as water and sparkles, setting off the This old warrior, who claims to be half a god, stands like an immortal god in the mist of incense.

This Qing Tong, who has tempered the toughness of his physical body to the extreme, seems quite surprised at the moment. A pure martial artist who is only at the first level of Ji Zhen Qi, especially a tenth level martial artist who has fallen from the first level of Guizhen, has such great power. strength?

Qing Tong's eyes were filled with curiosity and he glanced into the distance. The Ye You sword was still hovering in place.

Obviously, it is a very pure question boxing.

Right.

Is it possible that a sword cultivator who is not at the Jade Pu Realm wants to ask an Ascension Realm cultivator about swordsmanship?

It's not about humiliating yourself.

Wearing a bright red robe, he stood at the spot where Qing Tong stood before, his sleeves fluttering and making a sound like the wind hitting his sleeves.

Compared with Qing Tong's fist intention, which was flowing and powerful, Chen Ping'an's fist intention seemed extremely restrained.

Qingtong was not in a hurry to take action. There was no need to look for him by himself. This guy, who was neither human nor ghost, would come to his doorstep by himself.

To put it bluntly, the level difference between the two sides is so huge. Qing Tong can stand still and take dozens of punches. At that time, he only needs to return a punch and it will be over.

Since the young martial artist in front of him has no face, there is no way he can talk about his eyes or expression.

Qing Tong only saw the other party bowing slightly.

coming.

Qing Tong narrowed his eyes and slightly accelerated the flow of pure Qi in his body. Then, in the mountains and rivers of the small world of the human body, a series of strange phenomena appeared. Thunder and lightning intertwined in the sky, and the mountains and rivers on the earth trembled.

This is still Qingtong's failure to truly reach the level of the gods. He only has a prototype. To be precise, it is just an empty shell.

Once a martial artist truly reaches the pinnacle of the legendary realm, his physical body becomes a pantheon, and the martial artist's breath of pure Qi is the incense and fire path that connects heaven and earth and leads to the temple.

I am God.

Qing Tong relied on his accumulated hard work over time, adding up bit by bit, and after working hard for so long, he still had not laid a good foundation. Instead, he could only use a clever shortcut to build a loft in the sky.

The opponent's close route was an arc trajectory, so fast that it was like a white horse passing through the gap, and the afterimage dragged out was like a fire dragon.

Qing Tong still stood where he was, but turned slightly to the side, without evading, stretched out a palm to resist the opponent's punch.

When the fists and palms collided, a huge sound like a bell sounded in the world, and in the vast Taixu realm behind Qingtong, a fist-shaped ripple as big as a lake suddenly appeared.

Qing Tong grasped the opponent's fist, raised it suddenly, and was about to kick it out.

But Qingtong had to change his mind. The hand that was always behind his back suddenly moved around in front of him, raised his hand, and covered his face.

Then he was kicked in the palm of his hand, and the back of his hand hit his face hard. Qing Tong's figure instantly fell back again.

Qing Tong wiped his cheek with the back of his hand, and there were subtle sounds of silk tearing in the snow-white robe on his body.

Standing at Qingtong's original position again, he was dressed in a bright red robe. One arm drooped straight down, showing an eye-catching twist. His shoulders moved slightly, the joints made a series of movements, and the whole arm quickly rotated and returned to its original position in an instant.

The old man dressed in snow-white twitched the corners of his mouth and hooked his fingers.

Come again.

The figures of both sides suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly. The two fists smashed together, leaving countless afterimages, one bright red, one snow white, overflowing with light, like hundreds of flowers.

Qingtong deliberately never really fought back, only parried.

I just took this opportunity to weigh and weigh how much a young hidden official who is almost being praised to the heavens weighs.

Qing Tong looked calm, tilted his head back, and dodged a sweeping whip kick. He leaned back slightly, then suddenly raised his arm and slashed away with a knife-like palm.

The opponent's figure disappeared in a flash. Qingtong put away his palm, took a step sideways, stretched out more than a hundred feet in an instant, leaned forward with one shoulder, and violently knocked the bright red robe away.

Chen Pingan fell to the ground in the distance.

Qing Tong sneered.

After all, it is just a body of flesh and blood.

Although he is not at all depressed and is far from reaching the end of his strength, if Chen Ping'an only has this speed and strength with his fists and kicks, it will be difficult for him to live up to his reputation.

Of course, this guy must have some tricks up his sleeve, but he hasn't used them yet.

Qing Tong asked with a smile: "Do you want me to force myself to punch you?"

Or is this guy just trying to test his martial arts level, physical strength, and the number of punches he can do after eating enough?

Chen Ping'an still didn't speak.

Qing Tong thought for a moment and began to take the initiative to move for the first time. With a sideways movement as fast as thunder, he was ten miles away from the original place in an instant.

Unexpectedly, the person dressed in bright red followed him in front of him. Qing Tong was startled, smiled slightly, twisted his ankle, and appeared again ten miles away in an instant. Unexpectedly, the opponent was still following him, Qing Tong's figure rose up from the ground, A white rainbow quickly rose into the sky, and his figure was 30% faster. However, Chen Ping'an still kept up with him, and punched Qing Tong between his eyebrows. If he was replaced by a Jade Pu Realm Qi Practitioner or a Terminator Martial Artist, he would probably be beaten. With this seemingly indifferent punch, his head exploded and he turned into a headless corpse on the spot.

Qing Tong, however, just turned his head slightly and pressed his forehead with his palm. He suddenly exerted force and with a bang, a bright red robe fell to the ground, creating a huge dent in the mirror.

It's just that when the opponent was knocked down, it was not completely in vain. Qing Tong was a little annoyed, put his fingers together, pressed against the side of his face, and wiped away the blood.

In fact, it's not really an injury, it's just a bit embarrassing.

Qing Tong said something strange.

The opponent clearly showed no sign of forcing a breath of pure energy, but he was able to turn back at a faster speed and punch himself.

Qing Tong tried to see clearly the mechanics of the punch. He narrowed his eyes and showed a serious expression for the first time. He began to carefully examine the subtle movements of the punch, such as the trembling of the muscles and bones of Chen Pingan's arm when he handed the punch. , the movement of Qi and blood, the expansion of meridians, the ups and downs of these "mountains", and the direction of the mountains and rivers, in the eyes of the great martial arts masters, it is the path of boxing, the path of the boxing intention. Compared with the so-called fancy boxing moves, This kind of boxing theory and boxing technique hidden deep in the human body is the true foundation of a pure martial artist.

After receiving five or six punches, Qing Tong still couldn't see the punch path clearly, but he vaguely felt that Chen Pingan's punch was profound and wonderful.

Done in one go.

Because this punch is by no means a simple "repeated" punch with the same move.

Just like the description of the characters, no matter how similar they are, they are still two characters, and there are always some subtle differences.

And a slight difference is a thousand miles of difference.

What's even more weird is that the angle of Chen Pingan's punch and body posture are obviously different.

But the flow rate of that pure Qi is like a river rushing to the sea, and the depth, width and width of the river bed are also the same. Respond to all changes by remaining unchanged, and do the opposite, ever changing, but always the same.

Just like this punch, the destination is the same estuary.

Even the spirit of Chen Pingan who threw this punch was exactly the same as that of Chen Pingan who punched before, without any deviation.

This made Qing Tong not only surprised and shocked, but also had a big surprise.

Can boxing still be practiced like this? Can you still deliver punches like this?

After only a dozen punches, Qing Tong realized something was wrong. Why did he feel like there was no end to this punch?

Is it true that as long as he can bear it, Chen Pingan can keep punching?

Not only did the opponent's punches superimpose, but the figure in the bright red robe was getting faster and faster, and he was moving around as fast as a sage.

The punches were not in vain, and dozens of winter thunders exploded on Qingtong's body.

After the twentieth punch, Qing Tong had to grit his teeth and take a step back. For the first time, he opened a serious ancient boxing frame. It was just that it was very different from today's stand. The two fingers were held together like swords. Jue, with the other hand, use five fingers to pinch the Five Thunder Jue. With this fist, the seven orifices on Qing Tong's face actually lit up with a bright light, like the seven rays of the Big Dipper intersecting. When he screamed, it was like thunder in the wild, and the fist came out in an instant. .

Exchange punches with Chen Pingan.

However, he still failed to interrupt the opponent's continuous punches. Qing Tong received five more punches in succession. However, Qing Tong was not idle. He hesitated slightly and only returned two punches to Chen Pingan.

He really didn't believe it. You Chen Pingan, a martial artist with a high level of energy and toughness, received a total of six punches from him. Coupled with Chen Pingan's punching technique, the punch itself would damage the martial artist's own physique. , are you really not afraid that you will fall again before you fall? After falling from the true state of Qi, you are still in the tenth state, but what if you fall from the end to the mountain top state?

Qingtong's seven orifices were all oozing with blood, and his face looked ferocious. In fact, the injuries were not serious, but there was a lot of movement in the small world inside his body. A black dragon, which was manifested from the afterglow of pure Qi, was coiled on the top of a mountain range. It looks like steaming rain, another key acupoint, the purple sky rises, there is a big white snake transforming into a dragon, a "flat square" above the huge head, a golden thunder seal like a text carved on a white jade square, Faintly visible.

This is the great advantage of being a Qi practitioner and practicing martial arts at the same time. As long as you cross the two thresholds of the golden body and the end of the world, and the natural chasm, many methods can be melted into one furnace and complement each other. It is no longer difficult to distinguish between magic and boxing. Don't.

The tall old man's eyes were full of visions again, one golden and one silvery white, shining brightly, but this vision was fleeting.

At the same time, an imperceptible ripple appeared between Qing Tong and Chen Pingan, like a mirror, blocking Chen Pingan.

The man in the mirror is wearing a bright red robe, and his punches are exactly the same as those of Chen Pingan outside the mirror.

The man in the mirror seems to be having a fist fight with Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping'an didn't need to think much, he just closed his eyes, the mirror disappeared in an instant, and the next moment he smashed the mirror into pieces.

But the strange thing is that the "self" behind the mirror, that punch is not an illusion, but a real punch that continues to be delivered, but the route is still the same, slightly rigid.

Without any hesitation, Chen Ping'an speeded up the flow of pure Qi again, and his fist power surged a bit. His figure suddenly accelerated, and for the first time, he used his left hand to cut the "self" with a horizontal wiping gesture. Head-turning.

Qing Tong, who had already withdrawn far away from the battlefield, couldn't help but curse in his heart. He is so young and has a heart of stone.

It's right to think about it. After all, he was a sword cultivator who grew up step by step on the battlefield among the corpses of the Great Sword Qi Wall.

Chen Ping'an suddenly stopped and hovered in the air, his body stooped, his cold eyes wandering, and he continued to maintain his fists like a god beating drums. At the same time, he looked around and saw that Qing Tong was retreating, and at the same time, he set up a handful of weapons. In the mirror, dozens of selves in bright red robes still showed the same posture as before, rushing towards Chen Ping'an in the center from all directions. The person was fake, but the punch was real.

I just don’t know how long these “mirrors” of “myself” can last.

Chen Ping'an thought silently in his heart, and his bright red body looked like a flower suddenly blooming.

He actually chose what Qingtong thought was the worst method, as if he were his own enemy, fighting fist against fist.

More than a dozen mirror images shattered and sputtered almost at the same time, and the frantic fists scattered in all directions. In the end, it was like a bright red torrential rain fell in the sky.

Chen Pingan spoke for the first time. His voice was hoarse, like a grindstone and a knife sharpening each other. He said in a deep voice: "Both sides ask each other about boxing and learn boxing with boxing. That's the skill. But if you are a monk, you can use the methods in the mountains to rely on skills. Fa copy this fist...I advise you not to do this."

Although these strange mirror images that can imitate Chen Ping'an and the fist's intention for a moment are extremely mysterious and look more like the magical powers of some kind of qi practitioner, they are indeed a kind of boxing move.

It's just that Qing Tong also made some sneaky moves.

Qing Tong put on a sly expression, feeling a little embarrassed to be exposed on the spot by a junior for such a disgraceful act, "If I can't hold it back, I'll stop right there."

It's really a bit outrageous that he already has the innate advantage of having a higher level, but he still uses magic to steal punches.

It was obvious that Qing Tong was still very relaxed in this interrogation, and his master's demeanor with ease was not a fake.

The only problem was that Qing Tong found that Chen Ping'an, who was throwing punches frequently, still seemed to be bottomless.

Although those three punches by Qing Tong just now were far from full force, if they fell on an ordinary master, especially a pure martial artist outside the demon clan, they would be half dead.

Or is it because there is nothing unusual about the young hidden official in his current posture?

What's more, Qing Tong couldn't help but mutter a little, the exchange of punches between the two parties was so dangerous just now, how could this kid pay extra attention to all his subtle movements?

Qing Tong smiled and said: "The empty world seems too boring, so I'll set up a battlefield for fun."

In the blink of an eye, a city appeared out of thin air, covering an area so vast that it might be comparable to the capital city of the first dynasty in the Middle-earth Divine Continent.

In the city, there are row upon row of beautiful buildings and jade buildings, and the city is dotted with shops. Outside the city, there are still mountains stretching for thousands of miles, and there is still a mountain peak rising out of the plains. It is a solitary peak, with a sea of ​​clouds as a belt.

Qing Tong stood on the ridge of a hall, with one hand behind his back and the other open, "Chen Ping'an, I will only play with you for a stick of incense."

The implication is that he is preparing to take action seriously and is no longer just helping to feed the fists?

Looking at the young man who was famous but looked pitiful, Qing Tong couldn't help but sneer. If he hadn't had the status of a hidden official and the title of a closed disciple of the Literary Saint, he would have been a meritorious person whom the Confucian Temple took great care of, and there was also that "Xiao Mo" goes together.

You won't be able to see my true form today, let alone the previous punch that I couldn't fight back.

If you lose in the end, you, Chen Ping'an, will be heartbroken and leave obediently. From now on, the two sides will go their separate ways even if they don't conflict with each other.

I won't delay your work in Tongyezhou to check and fill in the gaps, but don't pester me either.

Of course, don't do that kind of impulsive thing, such as moving half of the Sword Qi Great Wall here, injuring the enemy by one thousand and damaging yourself by eight hundred, harming others and not benefiting yourself, don't do it.

Qing Tong's momentum changed completely, he tiptoed a little, and the great hall under his feet was overwhelmed and instantly turned into powder and dust flew into the air.

After taking the initiative to punch, the bright red robe made a block with both hands. The whole person was on the ground in the city, and a huge ravine was cut in the city with his back.

The white-haired old man appeared on the street, walking beside the ravine, taking a leisurely stroll, and asked in a leisurely manner: "Cao Ci must have had some reservations about the boxing session with you in Gongde Forest. How much strength did he reserve? ?”

The reason for asking this question is not because Qing Tong is deliberately disgusting, or because he looks down on Chen Ping'an's martial arts level.

Being able to compare with Cao Ci is a kind of high opinion in itself.

Nowadays, not only Haoran Tianxia thinks so, in fact, except for Feisheng City's dominant Wucai Tianxia, ​​the other four worlds may all think so.

Chen Pingan jumped out of the ravine, his robe still spotless.

The next movement made Qing Tong want to laugh. Chen Pingan, who fell to the ground after receiving a punch, jumped slightly, as if he was stretching his muscles.

But Qing Tong soon stopped laughing, not out of fear of the other party, but out of anger.

Because Qing Tong, who claimed to know a few big talismans, saw that around the bright red robe, there were first flashes of fire, dots of stars, and then turned into ashes and scattered.

It was the scene where dozens of talismans were burned out at the same time.

Relying on the remaining spiritual energy ripples of those talismans, Qing Tong, as an Ascension Realm talisman master, quickly deduced the common effects of the two talismans.

Used to slow down the body, it not only increases the burden on the hands and feet, but also makes the body of a monk overwhelm the body of a martial artist.

In the final analysis, this guy is deliberately slowing down his punches!

Qing Tong has seen sharp-edged people and arrogant and domineering people, but this is the first time he has encountered someone so young who dares to be so trusting.

Are you seeking death?

It seemed that the other party guessed Qing Tong's thoughts. Although there were no words, Qing Tong also guessed the other party's thoughts.

I can't beat senior, but you can beat me to death just because you are a martial artist?

I don't think so.

Qing Tong nodded. Sure enough, he hated these sword cultivators, and it was not without reason.

Especially a young swordsman who practices boxing and martial arts.

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Xiao Mo didn't want to stay where he was and get in the way, so he swept away for more than a hundred miles, sat down cross-legged, and placed the green bamboo stick across his knees.

As a Qi practitioner, Qing Tong is not much stronger than an Ascension Realm.

Otherwise, when I met him before, this young fellow would not have closed the door to thank customers, but would have just kicked them out.

The only thing that Xiao Mo is more interested in is what Qing Tong calls at the end "how many big talismans".

There is no definite answer to the weight of my son's fists and kicks, their severity.

The first level of realm is the so-called sparring in the general sense, which is divided into two types, one is to suppress the realm, which is divided into several realms, and the other is to not suppress the realm at all.

Then in the second level, the winner needs to be determined. For example, in the previous boxing match with Pushan Huang Yiyun, the half-catty talismans on the hands and feet were erased.

However, the spectators who were watching the battle at that time were still not good enough. On the contrary, Xiao Mo, although he did not appear at Banxian Peak, but at the Luobao Beach of Qingyi River, Xiao Mo still paid attention to it. In fact, the young master did not erase it at that time. Of all the talismans, about 20 to 30% of the talismans were left to suppress the speed of punches.

It's just that Chen Ping'an moved too fast, it happened in a split second, so even Ye Yunyun didn't see it clearly.

Finally, there is the current state, which is divided into two types.

This needs to involve Chen Ping'an's mentality. Is it a matter of victory or defeat, or a matter of life and death?

The Wenquan fight between Chen Ping'an and Cao Ci from Gongdelin to the Confucian Temple was probably the penultimate one. Although both sides had reservations and had a private gentleman's agreement, each of them reserved 20% of their strength, but in Under this premise, the boxing match was a real and hearty fight, with everyone trying their best.

Progress step by step.

Each step has a different scenery.

So today, here and now, Chen Ping'an is the last gesture.

Xiao Mo raised his eyes and looked around. On the battlefield, the young master's punches were as pleasing to the eye as ever.

Xiao Mo suddenly remembered something, but he didn't know whether the person from the Pushan Yuncaotang lineage, who was both a Qi practitioner and a martial artist, had some connection with this sycamore tree, or whether he was some kind of "Qing Tong". "Blooming branches and leaves"?

A path appeared out of thin air in the distance, covered with golden sycamore leaves, spreading towards Xiaomo like a spiritual snake.

Qing Tong was previously divided into two, and his true body was not seen. The pure martial artist in the outer body of Yang Shen was sparring with Chen Pingan. The Yin Shen left his body and traveled far away. Walking on this path, he saw a handsome young man. , still better than a beauty, E Guanbo belt, very moral.

Wearing a carefully refined robe, it is truly like a star and a moon. On top of the snow-white robe, there are vague visions of starlight, and a round of precious light and moon appears behind him.

When Qing Tong's Yin Shen stopped and was only a short distance away from Xiao Mo, he twisted his fingers, lit a stick of incense, and started counting. Qing Tong smiled and reminded: "In two quarters of an hour, if Chen Ping'an can't beat me , it’s time to see off guests.”

Xiaomo nodded.

When the time comes, you see off the young master, and I will see you off.

This Yin God of Qingtong sat cross-legged, looking at the arena with Xiao Mo, and sighed: "I am reunited with my Taoist friend after a long separation, and I am fine. I am really lucky."

"Youth" has an old-fashioned tone, both in the content of his words and in his demeanor and tone.

It's just that in Xiao Mo's opinion, the air of decadence is too strong, and it makes no sense to think of an unknown Taoist friend he met on his long journey in the past. He was looking at the sky by the water, thinking hard, and the fresh herbs made him forget the world.

Thousands of years ago, hundreds of flowers bloomed, the sky was vast and the sky was vast, unrestrained, and there was no shortage of strange people and strange things.

Xiao Mo put away some distracting thoughts and said with a smile: "Of course it is a lucky thing for you."

Qingtong was silent for a moment and laughed at himself: "It's like chatting to death all at once."

Because of what this fellow Taoist Xi Zhu said, you have survived to this day by luck, and I have survived to this day only by my true ability and my swordsmanship.

Thousands of years ago, even the so-called earthly immortals and their like who had attained the Tao were in similar realms, with different levels of ability and killing power, but they were completely different from each other.

Sword cultivator is a well-deserved first-class Taoist.

In the human world at that time, the ancestors like this sycamore tree were still just ordinary, indeed, very ordinary.

The reason is very simple. Just talking about plants and trees, if everyone talks about their ancestors, can they be counted?

Just talk about how many mountains, rivers, and human vegetation were destroyed by the battle between water and fire? countless.

Just like Xiaomo, I once passed by the tree and only took a few glances. This was only because the tree was scorched in a fire and did not die. The dead tree regained its vitality in the spring.

If Xiaomo hadn't been with the young master this time, fellow Taoist? Just kind words. What is a friend? The two parties are neither friends, nor are they on the same path.

Therefore, this reunion after a long separation of ten thousand years is like a rich man's son sitting together and chatting with a nouveau riche who suddenly became wealthy.

Qing Tong shook his head and said: "You are able to become sword cultivators. Isn't it an even greater blessing than anything else?"

"Look at those of us who are members of the flower, grass, tree, spirit and monster species. No matter how lucky we are, even if we succeed in refining our form, who will become a sword cultivator?"

"At the beginning of practice, it is not easy to gain enlightenment. It is the most difficult among all living beings. Just training is not compared to the human race, only compared to you, Yuan Shou, Yang Zhi and others. We are not only getting twice the result with half the effort, Before the refining is successful, and because of the inability to move, in the face of all kinds of sudden natural and man-made disasters, otherwise the torso, let alone the rudimentary Taoist heart, will suffer. You guys who are blessed on the road of cultivation will not understand. .”

"Floods, floods, fires burning mountains, wars, violent storms, and many more disasters are just a few of them. Many of the realms that you have achieved in three or two years seem to be achieved in one go, but they are often the heights of the road that we can only dream of in our lives. .”

As a result, Xiaomo said without hesitation, "I know what this means."

Qing Tong choked at the words, this is a sword cultivator, a bad virtue that will never change for thousands of years!

Xiao Mo glanced at the incense stick and asked: "Half a god? Is there such a saying in martial arts today?"

Qing Tong smiled and said: "Half of those who travel a hundred miles are ninety."

Therefore, Qingtong did not talk about his martial arts level, but only the level of returning to his true self, which was very sincere.

Xiao Mo noticed the change in the other party's heartstrings and sneered: "The real person doesn't dare to come here to reminisce about the past, so how can we talk about sincerity?"

Of course, Qingtong knew one of this fellow Taoist's natal magical powers, and he didn't care that Xiao Mo would notice his inner thoughts. He just said jokingly: "Fellow Taoist Xi Zhu, after following the young Yin Guan around the world for so long, I always feel that You should have heard the saying 'don't listen to anything inappropriate'."

This fellow Taoist whom Chen Ping'an calls Xiao Mo, as one of the ancient great demons famous all over the world, of course has his real name, Zhe. It has the same pronunciation as spider in later generations.

It's just that these two characters are too uncommon, and as the years have changed, there have been several font changes. Now, in addition to the "Shuowen Jiezi", there are a few sentences like "Spinning silk into a rope, weaving a net for food, profit." There are sporadic records of "In the Dusk Night", and the rest have become a passing cloud.

However, Qing Tong knew a lot about "Xiao Mo"'s feats. He liked to challenge swordsmen with swordsmen and was good at catching and fighting. He once set an ambush on one of the "Heaven's Path" tracks between the two rounds of the sun and the moon. , rising and falling in a cycle, Xiaomo captured it and trapped it in the net... first swallowed the bright moon, then caught the big sun, swallowed the bright moon in his belly, and started refining it, causing a great commotion, the bright moon The co-leader asked Qingniao to send a message to the various divisions of the Thunder Department in the Heavenly Court, and then spread the word to the world that he would escort this demon clan swordsman who violated the laws of heaven to an execution platform for questioning. How could Xiaomo just sit back and wait to be killed? He suffered many Taotian attacks. Lei has also killed many officials and gods under the Lei Department's Slaying and Survey Department, and there are quite a few human and earthly immortals who are attached to the Lei Department. Anyway, this Ascension Realm Sword Cultivator Demon Clan, who is both offensive and defensive, will kill every one he encounters. , kill a group of people when you encounter them. That escape was simply a sword refining and training.

In the end, Heaven was furious. It was rumored that not only one of the twelve high-ranking gods, the leader of the Lei Department, would personally capture Xiao Mo, but there would also be another high-ranking counterpart. However, for some unknown reason, in the end, the result was a big thunder and a small rain. , let it go. But after that, Xiao Mo also became more restrained. Of course, the so-called restraint was because he was more lawless and unscrupulous than before. He accidentally bumped into the Earth Immortal in the hands of the great demon sword cultivator, and the end was still very bad. awful.

To be honest, when Qing Tong saw Xiao Mo again this time, he was surprised that the latter was so... restrained and so reserved in his sword movements.

Xiao Mo asked: "Why do fellow Taoists Qing Tong have a prejudice against me?"

Qing Tong asked doubtfully: "When did I have any prejudice against you?"

Xiao Mo stretched out his hand and patted the green bamboo staff and said with a smile: "You don't have a big prejudice against sword cultivators?"

I, Xiaomo, am a sword cultivator.

Qing Tong laughed dumbly and was silent for a long time before he revealed his heart, "You sword cultivators, you believe that one sword can defeat all kinds of magic, you have your eyes high above your head, you are unruly and bloodthirsty, you only care about the pleasure of using your sword, and you don't care about the welfare of all the people in the world." Life and death, treating the practice of Taoist friends all over the world with disdain."

Xiao Mo nodded, not denying this fact, and asked with a smile: "Have you ever suffered at the hands of a sword cultivator?"

Qing Tong's face turned gloomy when he heard this. It was obvious that the old thing he was thinking about was definitely not a happy thing.

Xiao Mo said understandingly: "If you don't want to say it, don't force it."

He is not someone who likes to hear complaints, nor is he willing to listen to those... last words.

Qing Tong's body remained motionless, only twisting a fallen sycamore leaf with his fingers, like a wooden man fanning the wind.

Qing Tong said slowly: "Years ago, three young sword cultivators went on a journey together. During this period, they had a dispute with a group of armored men who patrolled the world for gods. Unfortunately, I was close to the battlefield, and the road suffered a lot of damage."

Those three young men later became the pinnacle sword cultivators of the human race, none other than Yuanxiang, Guanzhao, and Longjun.

Qing Tong raised his hand and wiped his cheek with his fingers. A series of tiny words appeared on his face, as if he had been tattooed and had words tattooed on his face.

Xiao Mo glanced at it and saw that it was an ancient text, which roughly recorded the great achievements of that battle. He nodded and said with a smile: "It's something Yuan Xiang can do."

Because that Yuan Xiang has an out-of-touch temperament, is domineering, and has always been... the most despicable person.

For example, going to Luobaotan to steal wine could only be done by Yuanxiang. I could bear it once or twice, but there was a third time.

The key is that after Yuanxiang finished drinking, he still said it didn't taste good.

If Xiao Mo doesn’t chop him, who will he chop?

However, during the subsequent battle to ascend to heaven, Yuan Xiang was also one of the human sword cultivators who risked his life most generously.

As a result, Yuan Xiang was unable to see the gate of the old heaven before his death. It was rumored that this man was constantly fighting during the sword fight. He had been a talkative old swordsman all his life and never said a word.

The old sword cultivator took the lead in ascending to the sky, and went higher and higher. Except for passing the sword without stopping, the bright sword light was majestic, connecting the sky and the earth. The sword cultivator himself was silent and silent, as if he was the only one who had never heard anything. The last three words he spoke.

I die first.

To sacrifice one's life resolutely is to be a martyr.

Xiao Mo asked: "Besides this personal grudge?"

Qing Tong sneered and said: "Later, there was also the last priest of the Great Sword Qi Wall. His whereabouts were sneaky. He also came here. He still had a very unpleasant conversation with me."

After this person quietly left the Sword Qi Great Wall, he did not go straight to the Lizhu Cave in Aquarius Continent, but landed in Tongye Continent first.

Qingtong once said a few words that were similar to each other, but ended up with a hot face but a cold butt. Of course, this is not the most important thing. There are other reasons why we can't reach an agreement.

There's just no need to discuss this matter with Xiaomo in detail.

Later, a young man from a foreign country who was not yet a swordsman came to the land of Tongyezhou from the Fuji Sect. At that time, he was carrying a long sword named "Sword Qi Chang"!

It was Chen Qingdu's sword that had been abandoned for many years.

Just like the Sword Immortal, the boss of the Great Sword Qi Wall, who was clearly separated by a whole world, he was just warning Qing Tong in this way without having to take action personally, to protect the young man with all his heart, otherwise he would bear the consequences.

You damn Chen Qingdu, even if you ask that sword-carrying young man named Chen to send me a message. Or by relying on some easy little secret technique, how difficult would it be for you, Chen Qing, to say hello to me secretly?

Thinking back to those days, among the many human sword cultivators, Chen Qing was not the best in qualifications, not the fastest in practice, and not the highest in flying swords. However, it was this person who reached the highest level of swordsmanship in the end.

And compared to the arrogant sword cultivators of all races in the world, Chen Qing has an excellent reputation. He has always been taciturn and never causes trouble. He only practices swords diligently and rarely goes out. He only travels a handful of times.

It was only later proved by a series of facts.

Those who are always silent will thunder when they occasionally speak.

Xiao Mo clicked his tongue and said, "Fellow Taoist Qingtong, what's going on with you? Are you innately unable to deal with sword cultivators?"

Qing Tong was noncommittal about this. He looked at the battlefield and asked curiously: "Are you not worried about Chen Ping'an at all?"

Xiao Mo remained silent.

The young master does things well, and there is no need for outsiders to worry.

Xiao Mo's only thought now is to think about how to convince the young master to allow him to express the sword in pain.

He didn't even mention his status as a dead soldier, he only talked about his status as a follower. He was almost incompetent for his job.

When he came to Tongyezhou, especially after entering this place, Xiao Mo became somewhat clear about something.

No wonder Tongyezhou's luck in swordsmanship is the least among the Nine Continents.

Regardless of the overall number of sword cultivators or the number of top sword cultivators, this Tongye Continent can be called "shabby".

Of course, it does not mean that Qingtong can completely dominate the situation because of his natural rejection of swordsmen, and single-handedly create this bleak situation with only a few swordsmen in front of him. Qingtong is just a sycamore tree, and he really does not have this ability.

Just because it controls the luck of mountains and rivers in a continent, it exerts a subtle influence on it. Over time, little things add up to more things, and its effect is both up and down. This influence is far-reaching.

In the end, the entire Tongye Continent, the sects, the monks, the people's hearts, the right time, the right place and the right people all began to gravitate towards and deviate, forming an active choice.

And a plane tree does not move away from its nest, and the entire Tongye Island is secluded. It likes to close the door and sit in a well to look at the sky. This can be regarded as an invisible harmony with the great road.

Generally speaking, it is a simple old saying, it does not mean that one family does not stay in the same house.

Fellow Daoist Luobaotan Bixiao is like the head of the family behind the scenes in Tongyezhou, and of course Qingtong, the puppeteer in front of the stage, maintains the family business together.

It is a pity that this fellow Daoist Bixiao has already left for Qingming World.

Otherwise, the young master’s stay in Tongyezhou will be much smoother.

The Qingtong Yin God, while watching the battle, stretched out his hand to curl up a strand of hair on his temples, looked at the dust in the city, and asked with a smile: "Are you still not worried about his safety at this moment?"

Before, I had only shown my kindness to the landlord as a gift of hospitality to Chen Ping'an. Now, the young hermit official would have to take it easy.

Qing Tong pretended to turn his head to the side, closed his eyes, and did not look at the scene of plowing the field after the bright red robe was knocked down to the street.

If you take the initiative to punch him, your young master will be helpless.

One stick of incense, two quarters of an hour, isn't it a bit too hard?

Wouldn't it be bad if Chen Ping'an was accidentally beaten down and carried back to Xiandu Mountain to attend the sect ceremony?

Will that old scholar, who has just been restored to the throne of the Confucian Temple not long ago, be unforgiving to him, pretending to be public for personal gain, and avenging private revenge for the public?

In fact, what Qing Tong is most afraid of now is none other than this literary sage from the three continents of Hedao.

Xiao Mo smiled and said: "Only an embroidered pillow who has never fought a few fights, and a flower stand who has never really experienced a life-and-death battle would ask this kind of... idiotic question."

Then Xiao Mo added, "I'm sorry, I was just discussing the matter. I didn't mean to target fellow Taoist Qing Tong."

Qingtong chuckled.

It’s not that we underestimate the enemy, it’s just that at a certain height, there are limits and bottlenecks after all.

Especially Chen Pingan traveled to the wild world and fell into a bad state.

Otherwise, even if Cao Ci is at the top of his career in martial arts, if he is only at the first level of Qi and has traveled all this way, what can he do against a pure martial artist who is half a god?

It was at the gate of the Tongyezhou Taipingshan ruins that Chen Ping'an reached the final level of Qi, and was the strongest ever before, heading to that "mountain top".

The momentum and movement were so strong that Qing Tong's ears and eyes were very good, so he was aware of it at that time.

It’s just that when Chen Ping’an fought with Han Yushu of Sanshan Blessed Land’s Wanyao Sect, one relied on the magical power of flying swords, and the other relied on the attainments of talismans, and each formed a small world. Qing Tong did not dare to explore it wantonly. After all, there were still people at the mountain gate at that time. Sitting there was Jiang Shangzhen of the Jade Guizong.

The territory of Tongye Continent is very large, almost the same as two Aquarius Continents, but the sycamore trees have been rooted here for thousands of years, just like they have formed a spider web in the depths of the earth, just like Taoist friend Xi Zhu next to them. A continent with vast mountains and rivers, ordinary disturbances, it does not need to know, it is too lazy to know, but as long as it is the kind of people and things that can make its heart tremble, Qingtong, no matter where it is its responsibilities, or cherishing its own conduct, both in public and private , will try their best to find out.

For example, when the stinky old Taoist from Donghai Taoist Temple attacked the old ape with the sword, he knew it, but he didn't dare to get involved from the beginning to the end. After all, Qingtong still had the identity of the Demon Suppressing Tower, but he didn't have any other Zhen Baize, who is inside the eight male town buildings, said it so straightforwardly.

Fourteenth-level monks are extremely rare. Counting them over and over again, there are only a handful of them on the top of the mountain.

And this old temple master with extremely high Taoist age is the most famous among this small group of mountain monks in the human world for his unstable temperament, treacherous thoughts, and extraordinary methods.

Bai Ye, who is known as the most proud scholar in the world, holds the fairy sword and is the most lethal, no doubt. Monk Shenqing's undefeated golden body is recognized by several people in the world.

The old temple master's magical powers are vast and he seems to have no contact with both ends, but since he can be as famous as the old blind man from Shiwanda Mountain and the two great monks of the Fourteenth Realm, Bai Ye and Shenqing,

Qingtong had seen it with his own eyes, heard it with his own ears, and even learned it personally.

Let me just say one thing: How many cultivators in the world would have been "asking questions" to the Taoist ancestors for thousands of years?

And this Bixiao Cave Master who was once known as "invincible since he came out of the cave, able to forgive others but not others", and today Xiao Mo, who has a yellow hat and blue shoes, are very good Taoist friends.

This was something that everyone in the world knew about thousands of years ago.

It is a kind of incense love that cannot be forced or envied.

It's not that one is clinging to the other, it's just a kind of congeniality of temperament and harmony between strong people.

Thinking of this, Qing Tong couldn't help but sigh: "Fellow Taoist Xiao Mo, with your realm and status, you can't go anywhere, why don't you go to heaven to practice swords, slowly get through the fourteen realms, and then return to the human world?"

Xiao Mo turned his head when he heard this, stared blankly, and asked, "You can call me 'Xiao Mo' too?"

Qing Tong was silent for a moment.

As I said before, it was Chen Ping'an who was more murderous, not this ancient sword cultivator who used the name Xizhu Dao.

But at this moment, it was instantly reversed.

But Xiao Mo quickly ignored Qing Tong, because Chen Pingan removed all the talismans on the streets of the city for the first time.

Seeing this scene, the Qing Tong Yin God laughed suddenly, as if he couldn't help it anymore. He was a little restrained at first, but later his laughter became uncontrollable. He finally stopped his smile and lowered his head slightly. He raised his head, stretched out a finger, wiped the corners of his eyes, laughed intermittently a few times, straightened his face, coughed a few times, turned to Xiaomo and said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's really fun, I can't help myself. Forgive me, forgive me.”

Xiao Mo felt angry at Qing Tong's genuine expression of emotion.

If we talk about the previous boxing match in the empty world, both sides were just practicing, warming up, and sparring.

So now in that city, both sides of the confrontation have begun to show some real skills.

When the burly old man was passing his fist, he accidentally exposed a section of his arm, and densely packed golden talismans appeared on it, which were actually engraved on the bones under the muscles.

The text content includes not only an immortal Taoist formula, but also a Buddhist classic, as well as various ancient symbols that have been lost for a long time.

Qing Tong's entire arm seemed to have been refined into a mountain of white bones, and on the cliffs, there were countless carvings, like immortal talismans, used to toughen the mountain and stabilize the peaks, eventually making one arm a dragon vein. . In addition, the skin, flesh, muscles, and veins are like some dispensable appendages.

A bright red robe was smashed into a tall city wall. He pushed open the gravel with his elbow and pulled himself out of the wall.

But Qing Tong, who had just hit Chen Pingan's forehead and chest continuously, did not strike while the iron was hot, because Qing Tong, who had the upper hand by exchanging two punches for one, noticed that Chen Pingan's punch was unusual.

The punch was not too heavy, but the punch was quite difficult to deal with. There was a lot of movement in several key Qi palaces in Qingtong's body, and on the arm with the seal-engraved talisman, there were hundreds of golden words and several talisman pictures. , became dim almost instantly, like bursts of ashes falling.

After that, Qingtong became more and more careful.

A flash of bright red wanders in the streets, and a white rainbow is much crisper. It is a straight line, going straight to the bright red robe that looks like a fish scurrying around. Along the way, the buildings collapse and explode. Once they are captured by Qing Tong If he succeeds, Chen Ping'an will often break hundreds of feet, just like digging out gates in the city. On the other hand, even if Qing Tong is punched, his body will probably shake a little, and he will soon fight back against Chen Ping'an. By color.

The only thing that was wrong was that Qing Tong discovered that Chen Ping'an, together with the previous fist move that could break up the golden talisman, had been using five kinds of fist moves repeatedly, like a kind of improvised practice. From the earliest, which was slightly unfamiliar, to gradually... With proficiency and increased fisting intention, it cannot be said that it is a sudden improvement, but with Qingtong's eyesight, it can be said that the changes in the opponent's first punch and the last punch, only the improvement in technique, can be said to be visible to the naked eye.

Qing Tong kicked the guy backwards for more than a hundred feet, and the young warrior's back directly penetrated a wealthy mansion. Under a big tree on the street outside the wall, the bright red robe gently pressed against the trunk of the tree with his elbow. , stop the body shape.

Along the new road, Qing Tong slowly walked out of the hole in the wall and asked with a smile: "Made by yourself?"

If the divine intention of these boxing moves were not perfect, they would be the best boxing in the world.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "He created it."

These are Cao Ci’s five boxing techniques.

When asked about boxing in the Confucian Temple earlier, Cao Ci admitted that he had created more than thirty kinds of boxing moves, but he used less than half of them at the time.

Chen Ping'an imitated five of them today, namely Epiphyllum, Flowing Water, and Dragon. Lingjiu Mountain. Shenxiao.

Cao Ci didn't mind others learning boxing at all.

Most of them cannot learn.

The handful of warriors behind who were barely able to catch up with Cao Ci's back were no better.

Those who learn from me will live, those who resemble me will die.

This kind of statement may be considered arrogant by others, and it is inevitably a bit condescending and preaching.

But for Cao Ci, it may really be an extremely calm truth.

Even Chen Ping'an doesn't really want to learn these punches. The only use is to use them to "change his methods" to strengthen his body.

Different boxing moves, boxing methods and boxing principles can sharpen the different mountains and rivers of the human body. This is the significance of martial arts competition. You can use stones from other mountains to attack jade.

Qingtong laughed and said, "Is this also a stolen punch?"

Chen Pingan corrected: "Learn boxing."

Qing Tong asked doubtfully: "Is there a difference?"

As he spoke, Qing Tong's feet intertwined with a burst of thunder and lightning, as if he were stepping on two lightning blocks. It was still a boxing technique, but the effect was equivalent to the Xianjia's shrinking ground technique.

In the blink of an eye, Qing Tong reached out and pressed the forehead of the bright red robe, ran forward, and at the same time punched the opponent quickly, hitting the opponent's throat.

Whether it's stealing a punch or learning a punch, as a martial artist, who can't do it?

With this punch, Qing Tong imitated Chen Ping'an's drum-beating style. The five fingers of his right hand were like hooks, pressing the forehead tightly. Although his right hand felt like hitting a rapidly rotating millstone, even if the five fingers oozed blood, the tiger's mouth would Qing Tong's left hand continued to punch, but he wanted to see if his one-shot punch could support more than twenty punches, and how many punches the opponent could withstand. It was his punch that broke first. It was the opponent's body that showed signs of collapse first.

In the blink of an eye, Qing Tong delivered nineteen unknown punches one after another, and both parties had "walked" several miles through the city.

During this period, Chen Pingan suddenly accelerated his "retreat" three times, and Qing Tong followed suit, just matching Chen Pingan's speed, just like a cat teasing a mouse.

However, Qingtong had to admit that the force of his nineteen punches was not light, but unfortunately the meaning was not enough.

In the competition between martial arts masters, learning boxing is simple and easy. It is easy to achieve 70-80% similarity in appearance. However, it is difficult to say that it is difficult. The reason why learning boxing is difficult is that it is difficult to get the essence and it is difficult to accurately see through the opponent's pure words. The flow route of true energy, and this path is like a fairy tale with complicated words and dark content. For mountain top realm warriors, especially Zijing warriors, if they just learn a similar shape of a fist move, what will happen if they just learn a similar shape? What's the point? If you don't get it right, it's useless.

But Qing Tong is not discouraged at this moment. At worst, he will practice hundreds of thousands of punches repeatedly in the future. If hundreds of thousands are not enough, then he will use millions of punches.

All boxing moves in the world are ultimately fatal. Only the person who delivers the punch is alive.

Qingtong stood still and replaced his pure energy for the first time.

Both sides had left the city, and Chen Pingan fell to the ground in the distance like a kite with its string broken.

Qing Tong smiled and said: "It's almost a quarter of an hour before I burn a stick of incense, can you do it?"

Chen Ping'an stood up, took a deep breath, and after exhaling a breath of withering, he suddenly seemed to have changed. From a sluggish old man to a high-spirited young man, he stretched out his hand and put his hand on his waist. Holding the handle of the narrow knife, he smiled and said: "If you only talk about the height of your boxing skills, it is really difficult for you to be a good match for a half-god. Or is it actually the use of weapons that you are best at?"

Qing Tong crossed his arms across his chest and said with a smile: "Even if I use my bare hands, wouldn't it be more than enough to hit you?"

What's more, Qing Tong didn't really punch with all his strength.

I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, I'll hit the opponent vigorously and fail to hold back my hand, and I'll hit the opponent to the point of being knocked down, or simply beat him to death.

Qing Tong glanced at the knife folded on the opponent's waist and stretched out his hand, "If you want to use a knife, you can do whatever you want."

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "You seem to have forgotten to mention, after two quarters of an hour, how will we calculate the winner or lose?"

Qing Tong said: "Then we will fight until one party admits defeat?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Of course."

Slowly take out the Zhankan knife from its sheath. The knife is extremely long and as bright as water.

Chen Ping'an opened his palm again, grasped the blade directly, stretched out his hand, and the blade glowed with a weird and colorful color as if commanded.

Qing Tong was slightly confused, is this okay? To be precise, the other party is not cheating.

Chen Pingan did not use monk methods, it was more like a temporary casting, tempering?

Qing Tong suddenly asked: "Really that Zhan Kan?"

Chen Ping'an, who was holding a knife in his right hand, did not answer the question directly. He unsheathed the knife again with his left hand and said with a smile: "Guess again."

Qing Tong was shocked inside.

Keep an eye on the guy holding knives in both hands.

Qingtong smelled a dangerous smell.

Qing Tong no longer had the slightest intention to underestimate him, and actually took the initiative to start another ancient boxing fight.

The majestic fist intention actually appeared like that of the monk, and a strange picture appeared around Qingtong.

Someone plays the pipa, only the head and limbs, but no trunk.

A headless man with his hands shaped like playing a flute.

Only the upper body of the woman was left, playing the guqin, as if she was cut in half by the guqin.

There are those who have no arms, and there is a Jiegu hanging on the side of the body, shaking their head and head, as if beating the Jiegu.

All kinds of strange shapes are incredible.

And what makes Qing Tong the most irritated is the "execution weapon" held by one of the twelve high-ranking gods in the legend. Regarding this magic weapon, just the sentence "Those who are lucky enough to see this blade are unlucky." Qingtong felt a sense of disgust and fear.

If we talk about killing Kan with one strike, it is the most powerful one that can defeat the dragon.

So after this "execution sword" that has disappeared for thousands of years appears in this world, I believe that no one, whether it is a pure martial artist or a cultivator, would like to see this blade with their own eyes.

Chen Ping'an walked forward, holding knives in both hands. A cutting blade glowed with colorful colors, while the side of the execution blade was pitch black, as if a imaginary boundary line had been carved out, especially at the tip of the blade. An extremely thin glazed light appeared, which turned out to be a terrifying scene of some kind of sharp blade cutting through the long river of time. And the bright red robe, walking unhurriedly, said with a smile: "Instead of waiting to be hit by countless knives, this scene The Immortal Slaughter was broken into pieces and seriously damaged, and it would take hundreds of years to repair it. When that time comes, would it be too late for Senior Qingtong to take out the weapons he had in hand to fight against it? Wouldn't it be a bigger loss of face? Put yourself in his shoes. , if it were me, I wouldn’t care about shameless trivial matters, be pragmatic, of course winning this competition is the top priority.”

The ground trembled violently, and there were thunders deep in the ground. Chen Pingan's figure was no longer visible, and a large pit appeared under his feet.

The pipa player with only his head and torso left was shattered with one knife.

The headless flute player, with the flute attached to his body, was turned into powder in a flash of the sword.

Only the upper body of the woman playing the piano was slashed through the chest. She appeared in a bright red robe, stretched out her arm and held a narrow knife, lifting the former high in the air.

The speed of body transfer and sword drawing is really too fast.

Chen Ping'an seemed to be in a situation where people just follow the punches?

This should be a taboo in martial arts.

Qing Tong had retreated to the top of the city, overlooking the knife-wielding man outside the city.

The other person's whole figure seemed to be... laughing silently.

Those visions were only half-truths and half-false things condensed by the fist, and would not harm Qingtong's body at all, but the guy in his sight made Qingtong feel fearful for the second time.

The first time, it was just a foreign object for execution.

This time, it was that person.

The aura is so weird.

It's not the kind that's just perverse, cruel, and tyrannical. But it is not accurate to say that it is cold, dead, and pure ruthlessness.

It's like human nature has gone to the other extreme.

Qing Tong no longer dared to take it lightly. He reached out and made a move, condensing a huge weapon similar to a saber. It was green and engraved with layers of talismans, and the treasure light circulated.

Qing Tong, who was standing on the top of the city, held the knife in both hands, walked around behind him, put the back of the knife against his back, and sneered: "The blade has no eyes, if you are unfortunate enough to be missing an arm or a leg, don't blame others, you asked for it. "

Chen Ping'an gently twisted his wrist, shattering the graceful figure of the woman playing the piano in an instant. He raised his head, looked at the white-haired old man, and said with a smile: "Let me tell you a truth, you won't be a master if you talk too much in a fight."

Qing Tong Yin Shen, who was watching the battle from a distance, had been quite relaxed at first. When Chen Pingan pulled out his execution, he became a little unable to sit still. When Chen Pingan took action, he forced Yang Shen back to the On the top of the city, he threw away the golden leaf in his hand, turned around and asked, "What's going on?!"

Xiao Mo held down the hiking pole with both hands, "Ask yourself."

The Yin God and the Yang God have the same mind and can be regarded as one person.

Qing Tong Yin Shen sighed, "If we continue fighting like this, it will be difficult to end."

Xiao Mo was a little surprised, why did he feel that this Yin God was a bit unusual.

But it didn't matter, Xiaomo's attention was still on the battlefield where the two sides returned to the city.

Why are you so anxious? This is just the beginning of the show.

In fact, Xiao Mo didn't know what the young master thought about this question and what his specific plans were.

Xiao Mo only knows one thing, the young master has not really come up with the trump card yet, which means that there will be more fighting in this fight.

Because Chen Pingan once leaked the details to Xiaomo. The self-created boxing technique has only two moves, which are similar to swordsmanship.

One of the punches was named "Pianyue" by Chen Ping'an, which is the latter of two extremes: minimalist and complex.

The first time he used this fist was in the Great Li Capital City, to deal with the group of talented people who almost caused a catastrophe.

The reason why Qi practitioners are most reluctant to provoke sword cultivators. The most troublesome thing about sword cultivators' flying swords is not only the arrogance and unreasonableness of breaking through all kinds of magic with one sword, but also the fact that after the flying sword hurts someone, the sword energy left behind will last for a long time. Making trouble will cause lasting damage and destruction to the human body.

Cao Ci's "Ephemeral Epiphyllum" is like this, and Chen Pingan's "Pianyue" is even more so. If this punch hits the opponent, the punch will spread very quickly and covertly, just like countless enemies appear in the enemy's small world, mountains and rivers. The cliff carvings on the scrolls painted by Taoist ghosts are almost irreversible. If they are left, they will be a legacy of the Dao. If the injured person wants to repair them, they can only grind off the stone carvings. For example, the craftsman can only use a knife to flatten them or break them with a hammer.

Xiao Mo glanced at the fallen sycamore leaf that Qing Tong had discarded.

One Leaf, One World is a picture similar to a horse-drawn picture, except that it does not involve the long river of time.

Otherwise, if Qing Tong could extract so much time and water, he would have become a monk in the Fourteenth Realm.

The leaders on the mountain in Tongyezhou are the Tongye Sect and Yugui Sect, which are facing each other between the north and the south.

This involves an allusion from many years ago. These two long-lasting sect prefixes did not appear out of thin air, but came into being.

According to the young master, the former young master, who is now the Lisheng, had made some attempts.

I first met Aunt Feng at a fire temple in the capital city of Great Li. Chen Pingan saw through the mystery of those Baihua wines sealed with ten thousand years of soil, and guessed that the wine was a kind of tribute. Aunt Feng said "hurriedly." "Words", he took the lead in bringing up a thread, talking about the three tribute objects, and took the initiative to talk about the Sixth Palace of Fengdu Ghost Mansion, which has a different path from the bright world, as well as the powerful Fangzhushan Qingjun, who holds the cave, heaven and blessed land on the earth and all The Book of Earthly Immortals... In short, these are some of the "new" etiquette formulated by the Li Sheng. Later, Chen Ping'an followed the clues and asked his husband more about the inside story in private.

At the same time, the Li Sheng also personally invited Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou. According to the secret revealed by Lu Chen, Chen Pingan believed that Mr. Sanshan Jiuhou was willing to do so in order to cooperate with the Li Sheng when he erected the monument "Taiping the World and Killing the Idiots". He came out of the mountain again to help the Li Sheng re-establish the rules of heaven, which were originally designed to target ghosts in the world. Chen Pingan guessed that if Li Sheng's move was successful and all-encompassing, there would probably be no subsequent dragon-slaying battle.

But this is not the most exaggerated thing. Another thing the gentleman said is truly shocking.

There was actually a chance for a human lord to be born in this world!

This is an extremely risky move, which is tantamount to the Li Sheng stripping off a part of his own path.

And once it succeeds and proves the effectiveness of this ceremony, the status of the Confucian Confucian Temple may not rise but fall. Instead, it will move down a level, just like the temple officials of later generations, assisting the wise kings to create a world that will last for thousands of years. Some Haiyan's Qingping era...

After that, Chen Ping'an went through the secret files in the Merit Forest of the Confucian Temple. Sure enough, he got an unexpected harvest. It was during that period that a successful monarch from the Middle Earth Divine Continent once cut a tung leaf into a guillah shape and gave it to My younger brother, who is the so-called "Tongye Fengdi" and "Yiye Fenghou" in the secret file of the Confucian Temple Merit Forest, founded the country on the bank of the big water called Fendu in Tongyezhou. At that time, Dadu was the main tributary. There are the Huihe River and Shujiang River. Nowadays, the Mi River and the Ling River in the Daquan Dynasty are just one of the inconspicuous river sections and tributaries back then.

It's a pity that no matter what the reason was, Li Sheng was unable to accomplish this.

The battle inside the city almost destroyed half of the city.

Every time the blades hit each other, it was like a torrential rain with sparks flying everywhere. The buildings around both sides were like leaves swept away by the autumn wind.

Qing Tong Yin Shen's face was solemn. Fortunately, his carefully forged magic sword was of extremely high quality. Otherwise, let alone execution or beheading against that sword, he would have suffered a big loss.

Xiao Mo stretched out and asked, "What is the origin of that Taoist priest who is respectfully called 'Lu Zu' by my young master?"

Qing Tong was a little absent-minded and replied casually: "Zhenyang Chunyang is a truly enlightened man. His hometown is in Haoran world, but the place where he became famous is Qingming world, which is known as the best golden elixir. He has traveled After passing the Lotus Flower Blessed Land, I felt like old friends at first sight. The old Hao Master Ni Yuanhao from Yunku Blessed Land, and later Yu Zhenyi, to a certain extent, all imitated Master Chunyang."

There is an ancient chess record named Chunyang Taoist. The chess record is unknown and not widely circulated. There is a poem by the wandering Taoist in the preface to the chess record: "When you come out of the cave, you are invincible. You can spare others and spare others."

Therefore, it is known as "Lanke Pu" by knowledgeable people, following the naming convention of many handed down copybooks, and is also known as "Chudong Pu". It contains nine chapters on chess theory, totaling thirty-six chess games.

It was a chess record compiled by the Master Chunyang after he visited the Ouhua Blessed Land. When the Taoist left the Blessed Land, the old temple master seemed to appreciate this foreigner who was not very advanced at that time, and personally gave him a gift out of the country. , the central boundary of Tongye Continent, which was later known as the Crane Riding City of the Daquan Dynasty, was the site where the immortal ascended on a crane.

Just like the red leaves in the ditch, it is often related to the poem. Many of Haoran's poems, whenever they talk about Wutong, are often related to wells.

For example, the purple mandarin ducks at the entrance and the double sycamore trees in Jinjing. There is also something like traveling abroad and traveling far away, but returning to the mountains with long dreams. The phoenix tree fell into the well, and a leaf flew across the Milky Way.

The gate of Lotus Flower Blessed Land is actually a well.

Regarding this, Chen Pingan, who is currently on the battlefield, must have personal experience.

In the city, there was a battlefield, and the dust had cleared.

The white-haired old man had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, especially the entire arm holding the knife. Almost all the muscles had collapsed. This green Yang God body looked at the bright red man standing up from the ruins and couldn't help but sigh. : "He's really not a human being."

If this guy hadn't lost his Yin Shen and Yang Shen bodies due to He Dao, otherwise the three plus the double swords and the long sword hovering outside the city would be a problem.

Qingtong Yinshen glanced at the incense stick intentionally or unintentionally.

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "Does this count as a change of fortune?"

Qing Tong changed the subject, "Have you ever thought about going to Qing Ming Tianxia to look for old friends?"

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "Don't be in a hurry."

Qingtong wanted to speak but stopped.

Xiao Mo said: "I know that until now, you still have something to hide in the city. You have to wait for the moment when the two-quarter hour ends."

Qing Tong shook his head and said: "If there is no restriction of one stick of incense and it continues like this, Chen Ping'an will definitely lose even if he has those two knives."

Xiao Mo asked doubtfully: "One stick of incense and two quarters of an hour, whose handiwork is it?"

Qing Tong was helpless.

Within the rules allowed by the Confucian Temple, some of them involve the fortune of mountains and rivers. Qingtong's Demon-Suppressing Tower and the aloof Taoist Temple are sitting on the same ground and sharing the spoils.

But the Taoist temple only "pinches the tip", and the sycamore tree side only eats the leftovers.

In the far-reaching Taipingshan turmoil that year, an old ape with a sword on his back killed Zhong Kui, a gentleman of Dafu Academy.

Because according to the deduction results of the Wilderness Army Tent, Zhong Kui was said to be equivalent to five Immortal Realm sword cultivators.

After the white ape succeeded, the old Tianjun was so angry that he immediately retreated to the mountains and rivers and returned to Taiping Mountain. He hunted Wanli with a bright moon mirror. The white ape was seriously injured, and finally escaped to a palace with broken dragon veins, and with that The "young Taoist priests" in Taiping Mountain gathered together, and then the old temple master easily found their traces. In a summer resort called Fendu Dragon Palace in ancient times, the old temple master unexpectedly appeared and stood on the Suolong Terrace ruins, with the ruins at his feet , similar to a kind of "family law service", was the place where lynchings were carried out in Dadu Dragon Palace in the early years.

Among them, the white ape was thrown into the Lotus Flower Blessed Land by an old Taoist priest. He lost all his intelligence and had to practice cultivation again.

Just because of "a disagreement", the young Taoist priest's already mutilated souls all separated from his body, and his skin collapsed to the ground.

The former floated out of the body and was grabbed by the neck by the old Taoist priest, while the latter suffered the same fate as the white ape.

It's really just because of a word, a very appropriate title.

Call the old Guanzhu "senior".

As a result, on the side of the old temple master, it became "You are a monster, you keep calling me senior, and call yourself junior? Can't you call me an old beast?"

It's just that this demon clan's remaining soul is probably one soul and four souls. The old viewer didn't beat it to ashes with his sleeves, but opened his net to it, and deliberately left the hibiscus Taoist crown with it. On the locking dragon platform.

However, he did not let the other party run around, so that the soul of the big demon was detained in the Taoist crown, and was firmly nailed to the roots of the Taiping Mountain Prison ruins.

Still haven't been able to get out of trouble.

The old temple master also secretly made a move and used the means of reaching the sky to hide it from the sky and cross the sea, which was equivalent to "reserving" a part of the luck of the mountains and rivers for Taiping Mountain to gather, so as to prevent it from completely dispersing.

Otherwise, in the subsequent war, all the monks of Taiping Mountain were dead. The entire mountain was shattered everywhere, just like a broken sieve and an empty bamboo basket, and there was no way to retain any water.

Tongyezhou was vulnerable to a single blow. In an instant, the mountains and rivers collapsed, and it was quickly occupied by the monster army. This was probably Wenhai Zhoumi’s show of goodwill to the old temple master. He did not touch the Taoist crown, nor did he move the Taiping Mountain. The ruins were opened as a landscape crossing. It was just a reward based on merit. Extra compensation was given to the monster monk who had been hiding in Haoran for many years, and to the true body where the rest of the souls were. It was a blessing in disguise, and now he is considered a hero in the wild world. There is a big demon standing on one side.

In fact, this is why after the Moon Mirror was completely shattered, the Taipingshan ruins still had a lingering residual Taoist charm.

Only then did several local forces, including Xiao Longqiu, come to covet the useless piece of Taiping Mountain.

Some of the words spoken by the old temple master on the dragon-locking platform were "rebellious and unethical". Hearing this made Comrade Qing's heart tremble, but he couldn't help but listen. Even if he wanted to be deaf, he couldn't do it.

It was obvious that he was forced onto a pirate ship by that stinky old man.

During this period, the old temple master said something to the junior that was like a final word.

If you don't dare to kill Chen Pingan, you will miss a huge opportunity.

Because if you kill this person, you will have great merit in the wild world. Old temple owners can also take advantage of the situation and add "Chen Pingan" into the Taoist temple, which will greatly increase the position of the futon.

The so-called futon by the stinky Niubi Taoist is, of course, the entire Taoist temple, which is a lotus flower blessed land bordering the Lotus Cave.

As for why Chen Qingdu lent Chen Pingan the sword, the old viewer revealed part of the truth at that time.

"The purpose is to transfer some cause and effect onto Chen Ping'an's shoulders."

When he was young, he carried a sword on his back and gained great strength. He returned from Daoxuan Mountain to Haoran Tianxia and traveled around Tongyezhou with the sword on his back.

There is a demon-suppressing tower in Tongyezhou, entering the blessed land of lotus flowers.

A young hidden official who bears the true name of the great demon.

Hedao is half the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

One person defends the city, but he is lucky enough to survive and see the light of day again.

Time is also fate? It's time and destiny. One drink and one peck, could it be destiny?

Xiao Mo glanced at the incense stick, reached out to grab the hiking pole, and slowly stood up.

The stick of incense is about to be burned out.

Qingtong asked: "You shouldn't be?"

He just breathed a sigh of relief, because the victory or defeat was a foregone conclusion, but when Xiao Mo stood up, Qing Tong Yinshen had to tighten his heartstrings again.

Could it be that he wanted to break the rules and chose to take action?

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "You are mistaken."

The battlefield has long been moved outside the city, and both sides exchanged a breath of pure Qi.

Just across the mountain with a single high peak, the two sides are located in front of the mountain and behind the mountain.

He and Xiao Mo traveled to many places. In addition to repeatedly practicing the sword light escape technique, Chen Pingan was in retreat in the Cave Heaven Dojo in Xiandu Mountain, and he looked more like a genuine Taoist. I am indeed practicing seriously. As for practicing martial arts and boxing, yes, and outsiders may think it is very simple, but to do it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Half punch.

Over and over again, only practicing half a punch.

But they still can't find the method, and it can even be said that they can't get in. Since they don't even resemble each other in appearance, how can they be similar in spirit?

And this half punch happened to be embedded in Chen Ping'an's body.

It is the half-fist of an eleventh-level warrior.

Wearing a bright red robe, he sheathed his sword and began to sweep backwards. When he was hundreds of miles away from the mountain, he began to run forward.

Suddenly, Chen Pingan's figure disappeared out of thin air.

In order to deliver this punch, Chen Pingan even had to quickly take off two narrow knives and throw them away before his body disappeared while running forward.

Xiao Mo tightened his grip on the green bamboo stick in his hand and stood still with his eyes narrowed.

Qing Tong Yin Shen's hair was flying wildly at the temples, his expression was panicked, and he was mumbling to himself, with a voice as thin as a mosquito's fly.

The golden fallen leaves not far away began to drift towards the same side.

Behind the mountain, the white-haired old man who also reached the peak with his fist skills suddenly opened his eyes wide because there was no mountain in front of him.