Sword of Coming

On the high platform in the middle of the lake, a woman in colorful clothes, who had made yellow paper talismans fell to the ground, looked around, her eyebrows and eyes were lively, her gaze was vivid. She was not a dead puppet, she was clearly a living person.

The old immortal standing on the edge of the high platform, in full view of everyone, took out a small pastel porcelain bottle from his sleeve, opened the cork, threw it to the center of the high platform, and rolled to the feet of the woman in colorful clothes. After a moment of silence, there was a sound of Qin. The sound came out melodiously from the porcelain vase, as if there was a master playing the piano. If there was a master playing the piano, he could hear the sound of the piano. He opened his fingers at a slow angle, and the woman in colorful clothes slowly stretched her body according to the sound of the piano. The posture, long sleeves are like colorful flowing clouds.

The sound of the piano paused slightly, and the woman in colorful clothes stopped and maintained a playful posture with her feet raised.

The pink embroidered shoe stood up gently, revealing its sharp corners like a lotus.

After that, the sound of the piano changed from slow to fast, and the beauty's dance speeded up accordingly. Her waist twisted like the wind, and she looked back with all kinds of charm.

When the sound of the piano becomes noisy and intense, like a large handful of beads dumped into a jade plate,

The old god smiled slightly and suddenly raised his two sleeves. Four yellow paper talismans floated out from each sleeve. After landing, green smoke filled the air and enveloped the woman in colorful clothes. Everyone only heard the sound of the piano getting faster and faster, but they disappeared. The beautiful figure was a little anxious and looking forward to it more and more.

In an instant, the sound of the piano suddenly became louder, like a silver bottle being broken.

At that moment, in the ethereal smoke, eight young women in white clothes appeared quickly and without warning. With the woman in colorful clothes as the center, they jumped out in all directions, holding long swords. At the same time, the lithe women in white clothes and holding swords all let out a shout, which was similar to the strange sounds made by the ancient barbarians when they offered sacrifices to the gods. However, instead of damaging their elegance, they gave birth to a feeling of being unworthy of women. Unique momentum.

In the waterside pavilion near the lake, the middle-aged general who led the troops stationed near Rouge County was shocked. He was originally invited here, but it was just out of favor. Now that he saw this scene with his own eyes, he couldn't help but take pictures. Palm praised: "What an outstanding cavalryman! Especially when several women charge forward with swords, it is very difficult to have such momentum."

Lord Liu, the county guard, stroked his beard and smiled, nodded in agreement, "It's really not bad."

After that, the sound of the piano went straight into the sky, like spring thunder rolling in the sea of ​​clouds, while the eight girls in white with swords always surrounded the woman in colorful clothes in the center, spinning rapidly, drawing swords like rainbows, while the women in colorful clothes deliberately slowed down the speed of tossing and turning. It is in sharp contrast to the girl holding the sword who is as fast as thunder. Moreover, many times the girl holding the sword leans back to draw the sword. The tip of the sword is only an inch away from the woman in colorful clothes. It is really dangerous and dangerous. The woman in colorful clothes always smiles like a flower. .

The picture of the high platform in the center of the lake not only has the beauty of flowing clouds and flowing water, but also has the thrilling charm.

The old god smiled slightly and said softly: "Take it!"

When the girl on the high platform was as fast as a dragon, a large ray of bright snow-white sword light splashed out in all directions, reflecting on the faces of the onlookers by the lake from time to time. Many people were so scared that they quickly covered their faces. Then at this moment, when the old god said the word "accept\

,"The eight girls in white suddenly stopped and turned into pieces of yellow paper talismans, hovering in the air. The old god waved, and the yellow paper flew back into the old god's sleeves, like swallows returning to their nests.

The woman in colorful clothes bent down to pick up the porcelain vase, walked slowly, handed it to the old god in person, and smiled brightly at the main seat of the waterside pavilion. Then, just like the girl in white, she transformed into a piece of yellow paper with rough runes. , carefully hidden in the sleeves of the old god.

The skill of the old immortal who came from afar shocked everyone and shocked all the rich people in Rouge County who came to join in the fun. Some local "immortal masters" who had previously been provocative had no shame in booing.

The young Taoist priest walked around the official son of the county guard in the middle and asked softly: "Brother Xu, have you seen the truth? Is it a monster? Anyway, there is no movement in my demon bell."

The bearded man ignored it, rubbed his chin and muttered: "One of the girls in white clothes with a mole at the corner of her mouth seems to have a figure as good as the girl in colorful clothes."

Liu Gaohua was immersed in the shock of his mind and said to himself: "It's so powerful. No wonder there are always people in the books and notes who want to visit the mountains to visit immortals. If I learn this magical technique, I won't need to go to a brothel to drink wine in the future."

The bearded man came back to his senses and asked the young Taoist priest: "Chen Ping'an hasn't come back yet? He didn't fall into the pit, right?"

The young Taoist priest said helplessly: "Chen Ping'an has no interest in these things, so he might just sneak away to practice boxing."

The bearded man nodded and said with deep approval: "Chen Pingan can definitely do such a thing that would disgrace the scenery. In fact, let's ask Mr. Liu to invite us to the rouge and gouache lair, so that Chen Pingan will encounter this next time. I wish I could squat on the edge of the high platform in the middle of the lake."

Could it be that Liu Gaohua said: "Xia Daxia, I am so poor that my family is so poor. It's not like you haven't seen the situation in my house. In the past, I occasionally had romances, and I was dragged along by my friends. To put it bluntly, at first the girls were still Thinking that I was the son of a county governor, I was willing to say a few flattering words and throw myself into my arms. Later, everyone behind my back called me a hard-nosed rooster, and they barely showed me their face."

The man with the big beard joked: "You are a son of an official, but he is treated like a bird like you. It is only because of your ability, Liu Gaohua. Why, he has no success in studying, cannot inherit his father's business, and can't make a living and make money in a good way. In the end, he has nothing to rely on." , Just travel all day long and not do your job?"

Liu Gaohua's face turned gloomy, and he laughed at himself: "If I weren't the only one in the family, my father would still want me to pass on the incense. Otherwise, if I died in the old house, the most he could do would be to write a son-in-law memorial that would be famous among scholars." Well, the words must have brought tears to the heart, but in reality, the love between father and son is just that."

The bearded man peeled off an orange and handed half of it to Liu Gaohua without saying any words of comfort.

In the peaceful years when they have no worries about food and clothing, young people will feel that everything is unsatisfactory.

Only when the real thing comes, will we know all the misfortunes before, which is also a blessing.

The young Taoist priest was a little worried about Chen Pingan, so he wanted to get up and look for him. However, it turned out that the corridor was already crowded with people and was blocked, so he had to give up.

When they arrived at a secluded place, Chen Pingan stood under the wall, still seven or eight steps away from the outer wall of the house, and stopped walking forward.

The young man in black squatted on the wall, looking at Chen Ping'an with playful eyes, and said in the authentic Longquan dialect: "I used to be by the stream, and I couldn't tell the depth of your fists. Now I look back and see the one in the Immortal Tomb. I did play carelessly, so I didn’t lose too unfairly.”

Hear the local accent from a foreign country.

But Chen Pingan was not happy at all.

This guy is none other than Ma Kuxuan from Xinghua Lane, who was accepted as a disciple by Zhenwushan, one of the ancestral families of the Aquarius Continent military family.

At that time in the Immortal Tomb, Ma Kuxuan wanted to kill the two of them. He deliberately accumulated strength, hoping to kill him and Ning Yao in one go. Only then was Chen Pingan seized the opportunity and almost used the skirt-pressing knife that Ning Yao had temporarily borrowed. Kill this guy. It was just that the master of Zhenwu Mountain tried to stop him, but Chen Pingan failed.

Ma Kuxuan held a handful of salted soybeans in his hand, threw them into his mouth one by one, and ate them with gusto.

When he was in Zhenwu Mountain, he was still worried that this guy from Mud Bottle Alley would die or become an unworthy mortal, and then the revenge of the Immortal Tomb would be very boring in the future. For more than a year, he, Ma Kuxuan, followed his second master to practice in Zhenwu Mountain. After going up the mountain, he became famous and did not dare to be famous in a continent. There were dozens of countries around Zhenwu Mountain. Who didn’t know that Zhenwu Mountain had A rare genius appears out of nowhere? Among those military strategists and monsters on the mountain, who dared to look askance at him just because he was a high-ranking person?

In just one year, he broke through three realms, and his momentum was overwhelming. Now he is at the peak of the fifth realm, building a house, which scares everyone to death.

On Zhenwu Mountain, there were sixteen battles in the same realm, large and small, and his horse Ku Xuan was not defeated.

It's a pity that he went down the mountain to seek revenge, and he could barely settle his grudges, but he still failed to break through the bottleneck of the fifth realm and reach the middle five realms in one fell swoop. Therefore, Ma Kuxuan was not in a good mood and asked the master who accompanied him down the mountain. He wanted to go back to the mountain first. He said he wanted to relax in the martial arts world and practice with some masters of the martial arts world in the third realm of Qi refining to see if he could use stones from other mountains to attack jade and successfully break through the realm. But even without the many magic weapons obtained from Zhenwu Mountain rewards, rewards, and gambling wins, Ma Kuxuan traveled alone through the mountains and rivers and lakes of five or six small countries, but he was surprised to find no real master. Most of them were martial artists in the four realms and five realms. I couldn't stand a few punches from him.

Ma Kuxuan ate the handful of salted soybeans and said with a smile: "Chen Ping'an, it looks like you are determined to follow the path of a pure martial artist? In fact, it doesn't matter. If we are lucky, the six-level martial artist can make us Dali has taken a fancy to you, and when the time comes, you will find Dangdang, a battlefield general with some real power, and you, Chen Pingan, will be considered a glorious ancestor."

Chen Pingan asked directly: "Are you coming to see me? Or are you just passing by?"

Ma Kuxuan seemed to have heard a big joke and laughed from ear to ear. After finally stopping his laughter, he threw the remaining soybeans into his mouth and sneered: "I'm just passing by, you Chen Ping'an are too stupid." I took it seriously. As for me, it was because I had heard before that there was an unparalleled sword god in Caiyi Country who had lived in seclusion in the mountains for thirty years. Everyone said that his swordsmanship was so powerful that he was even more powerful than the gods on the mountain. The man who has a sword in his heart was very praised. I spent a lot of effort to find him, but he was unwilling to take action and said that he had withdrawn from the world. I was so angry that I searched for him for more than half a month. There was a reason to send me away, but no matter how I tried, he just retreated without fighting and just ran away. Even if I chased him and punched him to death, I had lost my original intention of finding someone to spar with, so I thought of something Method, go to the rivers and lakes to find his descendants, carry two heads to find this sword god, and finally be willing to fight with me. How can a five-level warrior with a sword be worthy of the 'Sword God' Two words, do you think it is Chen Pingan?"

Ma Kuxuan was actually taciturn on Zhenwu Mountain. He was by no means such a eloquent person. Except for the occasional enlightenment or breakthrough, he would go out to find people to catch and fight. The rest of the time, he had been practicing hard in seclusion, except for the name. Not to mention the master who went up there, there were two ancestors on Zhenwu Mountain who only gave him boxing skills and taught him the true meaning of military strategism. One was arranged by the sect of Zhenwu Mountain, and the other was Tsui Ma Kuxuan's blue eyes and took the initiative. He showed up and regarded Ma Kuxuan as the heir to his family's mantle.

Ma Kuxuan himself didn't know why he wanted to talk in front of his peers in Mud Bottle Lane. Of course, after saying what he wanted to say, there were more important things to do.

Like another fight!

Since Ma Kuxuan climbed the mountain, he has made an oath to win the battle in the same realm, whether with a Qi practitioner or a pure martial artist. This is undoubtedly the case for the lower five realms, and the same should be true for the upcoming middle five realms. , it will be more like this in the future in the upper five realms!

Therefore, Chen Ping'an, a boy from his hometown, has a small knot in his heart. He is a military practitioner. This knot is far from nothing, but it is disgusting. Of course, Ma Kuxuan is not happy. It can be big on Zhenwu Mountain where gods gather. Killing everyone, and actually lost to a little mud-legged guy who knows some martial arts skills?

Chen Pingan asked: "We have met, are we going to have a fight?"

Ma Kuxuan rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "It's okay, even if it's three realms against three realms, I won't bully you Chen Ping'an, but for the sake of fellow countrymen, I will still try my best to hold back and try to fight for someone else. I accidentally killed you. Even if you are injured and disabled tonight, in the years to come, when I reach the top of the upper five realms step by step, fighting in the Immortal Tomb will be enough to make you proud, but I am here I would like to advise you first, just feel complacent in your heart. If it leaks out and I hear a little bit of gossip, I won’t be polite to you."

Ma Kuxuan looked down at the calm-looking peer below, feeling slightly displeased in his heart. Hey, he also learned to pretend to be calm. It seems that he has gained some experience during this long trip and all the way to Caiyi Country. , Ma Kuxuan still had a smile on his face, and told himself that he would knock him down with a few punches later, and this kid would know that the sky is high.

Just as Ma Kuxuan was about to get up and jump off the wall, Chen Ping'an already said: "Go outside and fight."

Ma Kuxuan, who was squatting on the top of the wall, leaned back and disappeared, as if he had fallen onto the street outside the wall.

Chen Ping'an looked around, then tiptoed up to the wall. He saw Ma Kuxuan walking slowly on the deserted street and raised his finger at him.

When Chen Pingan stepped on the street, Ma Kuxuan put one hand behind his back and scratched his head with the other. He glanced at the sword box behind Chen Pingan and said with a smile: "You can use weapons as you like, it doesn't count as taking advantage of you."

Without saying a word, Chen Ping'an moved forward "slowly" with the six-step stance of Shanshanquan.

Deep water must be silent.

The same is true for the warrior's fist intention. The spirit is restrained, returning to nature, and the principles of boxing are principles.

Although Ma Kuxuan seemed to be frivolous in his words and always regarded Chen Ping'an as a frog in the well, when he really got down and formally faced the enemy, the aura of the young man in black changed completely. He made a fist with one hand and put it against his abdomen, and spread his palm with the other hand With his hands behind his back, he clenched his fists and gently poked his palms with his fingertips out of habit.

The two sides were separated by more than ten steps.

"Fisting intention alone is not enough, you are too slow!"

Ma Kuxuan suddenly took a step forward, and the soles of his shoes vibrated slightly. The strength penetrated deeply, but there was no sign of spreading to the surroundings. The young man in black came to Chen Ping'an in an instant, with his right hand on his head. One punch.

However, Chen Ping'an held out both hands at the same time, tilted his head, slapped away Ma Kuxuan's right fist with his left hand, and grasped the opponent's tricky diagonal uppercut with his other hand. At the same time, he leaned forward and hit Ma Kuxuan's face with his left elbow.

Unexpectedly, Ma Kuxuan raised his knee and suddenly kicked out his leg, blocking Chen Pingan's forward momentum. He leaned back, widened the distance between the two sides, and avoided the elbow attack, but just when Ma Kuxuan was about to explode with strength, he For a moment, the force of this kick was so strong that he was probably heartbroken. During this period of walking in the world, he challenged the four masters, even the five-level martial artist. Once the body was tempered, he was still better than a pure martial artist. When Ma Kuxuan was hit, whether it was punching or kicking, he almost vomited out several taels of blood.

But Ma Kuxuan failed to succeed. He found that Chen Ping'an grabbed his leg with his right hand first and threw him out.

Ma Kuxuan quickly changed his posture in the air, and finally stepped on the wall with his feet, even with his body level with the street, maintaining a strange posture, walking forward as if walking on flat ground.

Chen Ping'an "walked side by side" with him without pursuing him, but hit Ma Kuxuan's head with his fists.

Not to mention the few boxing techniques taught by the old man surnamed Cui in Zhulou.

In the first trial, neither side knew the real details, so the first shot was more about accumulating strength and weighing the opponent's strength, rather than using all his strength. They fought with open arms as soon as they started. Chen Ping'an was so careful. Being cautious is not surprising, but Ma Kuxuan has seen the scenery of the mountain in Zhenwu Mountain, and has also experienced the strength of martial arts masters in the world. It is interesting that he is still so conservative. It is obvious that Ma Kuxuan treats the only one who has defeated him. Chen Ping'an, deep in his heart, has unspeakable fears.

coming!

Two potholes were made on the wall by Ma Kuxuan.

The young man in black came like a sharp arrow. Chen Ping'an sank down into the alchemy room with a breath of true energy. He drew an arc with one foot and slid back lightly. Then he exerted force suddenly and with a bang, the dust on the street beside his feet was Flying, the bricks and stones shattered deep into the ground where the straw sandals touched.

Ma Kuxuan's punches were like a torrential rain, while Chen Ping'an fought and retreated, head-to-head, punch to punch. Ma Kuxuan's punches were powerful and heavy, and continuous. His breath was connected, and it seemed to stretch all the way to no end, even if his body was hanging in the air, his feet There was no foothold, but Ma Kuxuan also showed an extremely fierce and vigorous image.

There was a thud in the air between the two.

It was like someone was beating a drum like crazy between the two of them.

Chen Pingan was beaten back more than ten steps by the young man in black, until Chen Pingan was almost leaning against the wall over there.

However, Chen Ping'an, who had an invisible advantage, was able to constantly borrow and unload force from the ground. Bit by bit, he accumulated subtle advantages. One was ebbing and the other was ebbing. At this time, there was still some power left in this second round. Chen Ping'an, who had enough energy left to prepare for any unexpected events, stepped heavily on the ground. This was not enough. He planted his foot firmly on the ground again. After blocking Ma Kuxuan's punch, he retaliated with a punch and hit Ma Kuxuan's cheek with a bang. The young man in black flew out.

But just when Chen Pingan was about to get a breath of fresh air, Ma Kuxuan, who flew out, swept over with his legs, retaliating with retaliation, and whipped Chen Pingan hard on the neck.

One was hit by Chen Ping'an and flew out. His body reversed direction and his feet touched the ground, but his body still slid backwards.

One person was kicked by Ma Kuxuan and his whole body spun around in a circle. He squatted slightly on his knees. After standing firm, he immediately stepped back, as if he needed to adjust his breathing.

Ma Kuxuan grinned, his teeth were white, and he roughly knew the weight of Chen Pingan's punches, the speed of his punches, and the distance of his true energy. He swept forward, and it was so fast that he seemed to be using the divine talisman among the Taoist talismans.

Chen Ping'an was forced to put up a seemingly defensive boxing stance. Ma Kuxuan's pupils shrank. Just when the two sides were about to collide, Ma Kuxuan turned around and stepped out step by step quickly and closely, like a top. Rotating around Chen Pingan, his body always leaned back, trying not to fall down, and keeping an arm and a half distance from Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping'an did not hand out the punch easily.

After making a circle, Ma Kuxuan stood up straight and wandered around Chen Pingan again. He asked curiously: "This punch is very dangerous. Is there any famous saying?"

Of course, Chen Ping'an didn't speak. He moved slightly and was always face to face with Ma Kuxuan. His fists remained unchanged, his fist intention flowed throughout his body, and a stream of true energy moved through his body like a fire dragon.

Ma Kuxuan didn't wait for the answer. He kept walking and wandered around Chen Ping'an casually. He suddenly laughed to himself, "I'm stupid. I don't blame you. It's funny to say that this time I walked around the world and saw a lot of things." Many so-called grand masters of heroes, during the battle, beat you back and forth, and there were countless fools clapping and cheering beside them. They fought like chickens pecking each other. Before taking action, they always like to yell to eat my move, or He just stupidly revealed the name of his move, hoping that his opponent would not know the root and essence of that sword or that punch."

Ma Kuxuan smiled so hard that he narrowed his eyes and smiled lazily.

However, the young man in black who had agreed to only decide who would win or lose, was as murderous as he was in the battle of the Immortal Tomb.

Ma Kuxuan stood still and asked: "It's not a big deal that we always stand in such a confrontation and don't take action. My three realms are actually tied with yours. Chen Pingan, do you want to make the fight more interesting?"

Chen Pingan twitched his lips and said, "If you just use the five realms, you won't be taking advantage."

Ma Kuxuan said something similar before, but now Chen Ping's boring gourd is thrown directly back to the proud and arrogant Ma Kuxuan. It is simply more hateful than hitting Ma Kuxuan in the head with a punch.

Ma Kuxuan chuckled.

The young man in black had a bright smile, but his heart was extremely angry. He kept clenching and unclenching one hand, and between his five fingers, there were streaks of snow-white lightning lingering and connecting, making a crackling sound.

It turns out that in the previous battle of the Three Realms, Ma Kuxuan gave up his identity as a military practitioner, so he fought in a quaint manner and was very unskilled.

Chen Ping'an didn't show any timidity at all. Instead, his fisting intention rose rapidly, like a rising tide.

It's just that this time, the ancient god-man-beating-drum-style boxing stance was replaced by a sharp-edged cavalry chisel formation.

Finally, Chen Pingan said something that made Ma Kuxuan determined to beat him to death.

"Ma Kuxuan, I beg you, if we fight, fight, don't keep nagging."

Ma Kuxuan took a deep breath, no longer showing any laziness, his eyes were calm, showing no arrogance, no joy or anger.

Ma Kuxuan looked calm and pointed, "Do you dare to decide the winner in the second circle I just walked out of? The person who exits the circle first will lose."

Chen Pingan nodded.

Ma Kuxuan stepped forward without hesitation and walked into the circle.

Chen Ping'an lives in Mu Ping Lane, and Ma Kuxuan lives in Xinghua Lane.

In fact, the two of them knew very well that Ma Kuxuan not only wanted to distinguish between victory and defeat, but also life and death.

Chen Pingan is unwilling to escape, or in other words, once he has the intention to retreat, he will die. Moreover, Chen Pingan would not feel guilty if he killed a bastard like Ma Kuxuan, who had a higher level and killed more people.

Tonight's meeting in a foreign country is a coincidence.

The invisible battle between the two was inevitable in their hometown.

What's more, there is a grudge between his parents that Ma Kuxuan knows about but Chen Ping'an doesn't know about yet.

On this quiet street in Rouge County, Caiyi Country, Aquarius Continent.

Chen Ping'an faced the enemy in a cavalry formation, taking the lead to take action. The talisman in his sleeve was already ready, ready for the real killing move, the god-man beating drum style, to provide help in the snow.

Ma Kuxuan, a military monk in the fifth realm, has the "Thunder" of Zhenwu Mountain, which has great origins, between the palms of his hands.

A short distance away, a small space.

All are due to the abundant punching power and amazing thunder and lightning of the two young men.

This is a close fight.

In terms of realm, a pure martial artist at the peak of the third realm and a Qi practitioner at the peak of the fifth realm, in Ma Kuxuan's words, can actually be regarded as chickens pecking each other.

But if you look at the martial arts spirit of one side and the military spirit that the other side has nurtured early, let alone the rivers and lakes at the bottom of the mountain, even the immortal family on the mountain, they are all appalling.

Ma Kuxuan first broke up Chen Ping'an's cavalry formation before he could gather his true intention of punching.

But Ma Kuxuan quickly finished the fifteen punches of the God-man Beating the Drum style, which made the young man in black's face turn pale gold. He had to use the secret skills of the Zhenwu Mountain strategist to forcibly cut off the flow of the strange punches. The blood flowed down, and then Ma Kuxuan hit Chen Pingan until blood oozed from his temples. His face was hit twice by the lightning ball. The feeling was like spring thunder ringing through the ears, like a sledgehammer hitting the face. . It's just that Chen Ping'an suffered a lot in the Luoluo Mangosteen House, and he is most familiar with this!

The more Ma Kuxuan fought, the braver he became, like a madman.

Two fellow villagers of the same age often exchange fists and legs, going straight to each other, just asking for a quick word, and pursuing the two hundred "surplus" of "killing a thousand enemies and injuring eight hundred". The two teenagers were separated. With a character that is both tough and ruthless to the extreme, he will not let go of a profit of twenty, not to mention two hundred.

So much so that even though I can block the opponent's punch with one punch, I still insist on choosing to hit you first before you punch me!

Chen Ping'an's internal organs were in shock and his orifices were bleeding.

Ma Kuxuan's energy was also in turmoil, and he was in pain as if his heart was twisted. There was not much Zhenwu Mountain Thunder left in his hand.

But both sides became more and more calm.

Each is a millstone to forge the road.

The last time the two of them exchanged injuries was when Chen Ping'an had a tacit understanding and used the staked sword furnace to nourish the soul, and temporarily turned it into an offensive. His hands were separated, but they were connected with one another. With one hand and two fingers, he stabbed Ma Kuxuan's eyebrows, and with the other He bent his fingers and tapped on Ma Kuxuan's heart.

Chen Ping'an himself was hit in the heart by Ma Kuxuan's fists one after another.

The two of them staggered back at the same time. When Ma Kuxuan stepped outside the circle, he swallowed a mouthful of blood and said with a ferocious smile: "Chen Pingan, you lose this time, we will win and lose!"

Chen Pingan remained silent, twisted his toes, stared at Ma Kuxuan, raised the back of his hand and slowly wiped the blood on his face, not daring to cover his sight at all.

At this moment, someone on the city wall smiled and said: "Very good."

Ma Kuxuan sighed, turned around and left. He turned around and stretched out his hand to nod Chen Pingan, "Next time, the winner will be decided together."

Turning around, the young man in black walked forward slowly, with a look of pain on his face, gritting his teeth and not letting himself make any sound.

Chen Pingan stood there and looked up at the familiar figure.

The military monk of Zhenwu Mountain, the person who left the Immortal Tomb with Ma Kuxuan.

After the fifteenth punch of the God-man Beating Drum Style was forcibly interrupted, Chen Pingan actually realized the existence of that person, or that person deliberately let him know.

Therefore, Chen Pingan did not use the two natal flying swords.

The man told Chen Pingan in his heart that he didn't have to worry about life and death, just fight with all his strength. He would ensure that the two of them would only decide the outcome, whether Chen Pingan had a chance to kill Ma Kuxuan or Ma Kuxuan was about to kill him. If Chen Ping'an dies, that person will stop him.

The man who went to Lizhu Cave on behalf of Zhenwu Mountain took one step forward and walked side by side with Ma Kuxuan, whose face was filled with tears. The man turned to Chen Pingan and said: "To express my apology and gratitude, I have helped You have solved an assassin hiding in the dark, otherwise your heartstrings will be relaxed and it will be difficult to tighten them again in a short period of time, and it will be easy for the assassin to take advantage of you."

Chen Pingan nodded.

The so-called gratitude.

It was because that person saw that Chen Pingan's kick that stepped out of the circle did not actually touch the ground, but was hovering in the air. However, Ma Kuxuan was too weak to see the truth at that time.

As for why you are so cautious.

Because Chen Ping'an simply couldn't believe the words of that Zhenwu Mountain military strategist.

There is only one Mr. Qi, and there is only one A Liang.