Sword of Coming

Li Er gave Chen Ping a punch for the last time, which was very different.

Li Er asked Chen Pingan to do his best, and he could use whatever means to try to see how he could last longer under his punches.

Chen Pingan was a little puzzled, he was the bottleneck of the six realms of martial arts, but Li Er was the return of the ten realms of martial arts, even if he did anything, what was the point?

Li Er said with a smile: "I will strike with a sense of proportion this time, and it will only interrupt the connection of your many methods. Simply put, you just shoot. You are fighting a life-and-death enemy." , the opponent relies on you being too high in realm, so they despise you, and at the same time, they don't know your current roots, they only regard you as a pure martial artist with a good foundation, they just want to exhaust your pure energy first, and then slowly Slowly torture and kill to vent your anger."

Chen Ping'an became more and more puzzled. The implication of his words was that besides punching, he could use any tricks, insidious tricks, and tricks?

Li Er didn't explain more, "Don't be careless, or I will feel that you dare to underestimate your mortal enemy. My last punch can make you cough up blood on your bed for half a year in Lion Peak."

Li Er turned around and went to the ferry, leaving Chen Pingan at the door of the hut.

Standing at the end of the small boat, Li Er held Artemisia bamboo in his hand, and began to hold his breath and concentrate. After half a stick of incense, Chen Ping walked towards the ferry.

Li Er glanced at him and couldn't help smiling.

The young man was barefoot, and his trousers were rolled up, but his sleeves were not rolled up.

He didn't forget to memorize the sword fairy that he got from the Fu family in the old dragon city.

Li Er nodded and said, "Board the boat."

In an instant, Li's second-hand Zhongzhu Artemisia slashed his head, and Chen Pingan, who had already twisted the square inch talisman in his sleeve, disappeared out of thin air. , has been away from that boat, one person, and one bamboo wormwood in an instant.

When Chen Ping fell on the surface of the water, bowed his waist and stepped on the water, slipped out backwards, pressed the water with one hand, causing ripples, and one stopped suddenly. Ping'an's wrist twisted slightly, and there was an extra short knife in his right hand, with the word "Chaolu" engraved on it, and the other one, which had not yet appeared, was taken from the assassin of Gulushan.

The front of the bamboo wormwood seems to have landed on the ground, but it didn't really touch the ground. Instead of creating a ditch on the ground, the stellar energy didn't even raise the dust. The realm of whatever you want.

In front of the small boat, the water surface was soaring, and the gravel was splashing randomly. There was a man in a green shirt, with a fast-moving figure, rushing in a straight line, holding a knife in both hands.

Li Er put away the bamboo wormwood, turned his head to look at it, and said with a smile, "It's so ostentatious, it's quite intimidating."

Li Eryi poked at the bamboo wormwood casually, and the boat slowly moved forward under his feet. Chen Pingan turned his head to avoid the bamboo wormwood, twisted the square inch talisman with his left sleeve, and disappeared in a flash.

Li Er held Bamboo Artemisia's palms loosely, and held them again, without turning around or turning his head, Zhuhao poked back, and Chen Pingan, who appeared behind him, was directly poked in the chest, and slammed into the bottom of the water, If it wasn't for Chen Pingan's slight sideways movement, it would have been just the ripping of the green shirt, revealing a smear of blood and white bones, otherwise Li Er, who said he "underestimated the enemy" and "handled with measure", probably could have directly nailed Chen Pingan's chest with this bamboo wormwood.

The small boat under Li Er's feet continued to move forward slowly, there was no need to support the wormwood at all. A pure martial artist in the ten realms is what Li Er called "full of air, and a man is a perfect man". You can fill the entire waterway with fisting energy.

Li Er smiled, well, you kid took advantage of the location, and even used dozens of water symbols in one gulp, and exploded them at the same time, which can barely be regarded as overwhelming.

Li Er lightly grasped the bamboo wormwood, buzzing, the strong energy shook, one person and one boat continued to move forward, neither fast nor slow, and the dripping water was not close to the people and the boat.

Li Eryi stomped his feet, and there was a muffled thunder at the bottom of the water. Li Erxiao was surprised, and he didn't care about Chen Pingan at the bottom of the boat. Smash it.

The yin god, who traveled far away without a sound, used the ghost ax palace to carry the stele amulet and hid it on the wall early. All the previous ones were all blindfolds.

Never thought that Li Er would still see through him easily.

Yinshen had no choice but to avoid the mighty Zhuhao. With this movement, he revealed his real body. It was a young man in white with a folding fan on his waist. Like a fairy on the mountain, when he left the stone wall, Chen Ping'an's yin god pinched the sword formula with two fingers, and swept out a snow-white sword light from the center of his eyebrows. Xiu's natal flying sword, but after going through this journey to sharpen the edge of the sword with the dragon-slaying platform, it reappeared with awe-inspiring aura.

Li Er had never touched the stone wall with the bamboo wormwood before, his arm was slightly bent, and he retracted the bamboo wormwood, hitting the flying sword tremblingly, and crashed into the stone wall. Nothing was lost.

Li Er smiled and said, "Come again?"

A fierce flying sword with the air of a sword fairy pierced Li Erhou's vest from behind.

Li Er didn't care about it at all, he had abundant fists like gods to protect him, and he was the most indestructible armor in the world.

Li Er snorted, "Is it just an imitation sword made by Hate Sword Mountain?"

Because the menacing flying sword was bounced away casually by the fist.

The third flying sword with the fastest speed swept straight to the back of Li Er's head.

At the same time, the first flying sword, whose sword light was like a white rainbow, wanted to entangle close again.

Li Er was also a little helpless, "This is a bit annoying."

Li Er let go of the bamboo wormwood, and it disappeared in a flash. The next moment, he held three flying swords in his hands, sparks splashed from his palms.

When Li Er returned to the boat, the bamboo wormwood seemed to be hovering in the air, and it didn't fall at all. It was really too fast for Li Er to go back and forth.

Li Er imprisoned the three flying swords with one hand, and pressed the end of the bamboo wormwood with the palm of his hand. With a heavy push, the boat swayed slightly under his feet.

Bamboo wormwood flew away at a slight inclination, directly pierced Chen Pingan's abdomen, and nailed him to the bottom of the water.

Li Er shot fiercely.

Chen Ping's response was even more vicious.

He slapped the bottom of the water heavily with his palm, as if he had pulled out the bamboo stalk from his whole body, and with the help of the square inch talisman, he disappeared instantly.

Li Er smiled, and didn't beat the dog in the water. He agreed that he should be contemptuous.

Chen Ping'an is good, he doesn't know the pain, or in other words, before he dies, he will shoot steadily.

Some so-called martial arts geniuses, the more injured they are, the more courageous they become in battle, but it is inevitable that there will be some sequelae, not after the battle, but in the middle of the battle, which belongs to exchanging fighting power with fists. Of course, you can live to the end, because pure martial arts, you can't just have the courage of the blood and the wrath of the common man, but if you don't have any, you shouldn't take the road of martial arts. But once the realms of the two sides are slightly separated, such actions have both advantages and disadvantages. Perhaps the best result is to successfully exchange lives with the stronger one.

Fighting between warriors seems dull and boring, each of them trades their wounds for life and death, and there are not many methods, but in fact it is full of mysteries and punches are interesting.

Especially after entering the tenth realm, the sky is high and the land is wide, with great wonders and endless scenery.

Song Changjing is ambitious and has a big pattern. For the purity of martial arts, he can abandon the country and abandon the dragon chair. The weight of his obsession is far better than that of ordinary masters. What he wants to punch is to teach those immortals on the top of the mountain to come down the mountain and bow to Song Changjing kowtow.

So full of energy.

Li Er thinks that in this realm, he has indeed lost a lot to Song Changjing.

After a pure martial artist ascends to the top, let you have thousands of types of boxing and different types of martial arts. In fact, there are roughly only two paths to take. One path is like a flat open blessed land. respect. A road is like an immortal opening up a cave, which makes it easier to return to the real world. If there is no way under the feet, it will continue to volley to the high place. It's not that Li Er doesn't want to spend more time in the Qi Sheng realm, it's just because of his own temperament, and his fist intent is pure enough, if he intentionally fights the word Qi Sheng, it won't be of much benefit, it's better to take advantage of the situation and go directly to Guizhen.

Before chatting and drinking with Chen Ping, Li Er heard that there is a wonderful man named Zhu Lian in Luopo Mountain.

Chen Pingan thinks a lot, thinks a lot, and seldom speaks conclusively. When he mentions Zhu Lian, he says that Zhu Lian is the most pure martial artist who will not go crazy.

Li Er felt that Zhu Lian must be an unborn genius.

A genius in the eyes of a ten-level warrior.

If there is a chance in the future, I can meet Zhu Lian for a while.

Li Er put away the bamboo wormwood, dropped the three flying swords, and continued to paddle slowly.

The simple and honest man had a little bit of guilt for his previous attack, but when he dealt with the elusive and tricky Chen Pingan, he intentionally withdrew his fist. One of the punches only hit Chen Pingan into the stone wall, but did not smash the bamboo in his hand. Hao changed another place and pierced the opponent's stomach. Not only that, but the boat continued to move forward, leaving behind the young man who was sure to continue to attack, and let him convert a breath of pure true energy.

Li Er has always felt that martial arts practice is really not a lot of tricks, and that he works hard to temper his body, but it is just a word of suffering.

It's similar to that farmer tending the fields, except that the harvest of the crops depends on the face of God, and how far a martial artist can go when practicing boxing depends entirely on himself.

Li Er turned his head and saw a strange scene.

Chen Ping put on a gold gown and a black gown with a hundred eyes, and he didn't stop there.

The magic robes are all put on together, and fortunately, after a little practice in the world, the magic robes can follow the monk's mind and change slightly, but the original green shirt, plus these four robes, can it not look bloated? No matter how you look at it, Li Er feels awkward, especially the outermost dress is still worn by a girl's family. Are you, Chen Pingan, a bit too much?

But this choice is not wrong.

If he had put on the magic robe from the very beginning, given Chen Pingan's current martial arts state, it would have delayed the flow of fists, and perhaps his shots would have been a little slower, which would be a life-and-death change.

Now that he is seriously injured, let's talk about it.

After all, you can take an extra punch or two.

Li Er stopped the boat beside the water mirror, and boarded the mirror in the middle of the lake with bamboo wormwood in his hand.

Li Er looked towards the entrance of the cave waterway.

A little movement.

In the distance, Chen Ping'an stood on the water with his sword on his back. He didn't have water-dispelling magical powers, nor did he use any fairy water techniques. His feet didn't move, and he continued to move forward slowly.

Li Er looked at Chen Pingan's feet.

After a while, Chen Ping'an suddenly grew taller.

It turned out that he was stepping on a huge emerald green monster, which was a flood dragon.

This water dragon is a well-deserved monk's water method. On the body of the dragon, there are snow and mud symbols as the base, and more than a hundred sheets of river cross-current symbols are used as the keel, which are closely connected. The aura of the eccentric but spectacular "talisman" is exactly the two superior alchemy formulas that Chen Ping'an asked Chen Pingan to scrutinize more, the formula for refining the three mountains, and the immortal formula of the immortal praying for rain in Biyou Palace, all of which are It should not just be used as a means of refining things, so at this time, the dragon's spine is like two ropes intertwined with each other, becoming more and more firm and tough. With his pen, vaguely, the dragon under the feet of the young man has the fairy family atmosphere of accumulating soil and forming mountains, and the wind and rain are blowing.

Think more about everything in the world.

In the end, Chen Pingan created this behemoth.

Chen Pingan habitually holds a knife in his right hand.

In fact, he is left-handed.

The dragon under his feet slammed into the water mirror Li Er, and wherever he went, huge waves splashed into the sky.

Li Er twitched the corner of his mouth, and tapped the end of the bamboo wormwood on the ground lightly, "It's not a thing to be a flower shelf."

Li Er jumped up lightly, picked up the bamboo wormwood, and smashed the ground heavily with his pole. Even if the dragon was tens of feet away from the water mirror, he was still cut into two by the Gang Qi, and he just continued to rely on inertia. Forward.

Li Eryi Zhuhao swept out, and Chen Pingan, who appeared on Li Er's left hand side of the mirror, suddenly lowered his head, as if he was about to fall to the ground, but twisted his body, avoiding the sweeping Zhuhao that was wrapped in wind and thunder, Chen Ping'an Facing the flashing bamboo wormwood, Ping An flipped his sleeves over, and pulled out three flying swords from the three acupoints respectively. One stepped on the ground in a hurry, stabbed Li Er's heart with a short knife in his right hand, and slipped out the second sword quietly from his left sleeve. dagger.

Li Er didn't look at the three flying swords at all, and kicked Chen Ping'an in the chest. The latter slid out more than ten feet, his knees were slightly bent, and his toes were twisted on the ground.

With a shake of his shoulders, he stood still suddenly, and abruptly shook off the remnants of Li Er's fist on his chest.

In the end it was the person wearing the four robes.

Li Er said: "I told you a long time ago that the martial arts style with beautiful fists and embroidered legs is why I want to beat the master to death with random punches. The master just wants to fight."

Li Er casually tossed the bamboo wormwood, and it sank more than a foot into the mirror.

That little interesting dragon just re-condensed on the mirror surface, and after being poked by Bamboo Artemisia, it fell apart and melted into water again, and many talismans that had already broken into cracks were completely reduced to dust.

Chen Pingan began to move.

Li Er then changed his trajectory a little, and still appeared just in front of Chen Pingan, and hit the latter into the air with his knee. Li Er seemed to be moving forward slowly, and came to Chen Ping's side, and he punched Chen Pingan hard. Chen Pingan, whose true energy was stagnant and his robes were cracking, fell into the lake water dozens of feet away, like a stone floating in the water, and then slid out seven or eight feet away on the lake.

Li Er started to run wildly, with every step he stepped on, the aura of the lake was shattered, and he rushed straight to the place where Chen Pingan fell into the water.

With a sudden sideways movement, Li Er bumped into Chen Pingan's chest, who had used a square inch talisman.

Chen Ping'an seemed to be hit by a hammer in the heart, and his yin spirit came out of his body to travel far away. With a natural and strange boxing technique, it seemed that the arcs were slow and slow, and the arcs and arcs were close to each other. It was almost round, but it was dazzling. Ping An unloaded most of his fists, and when Chen Ping stabilized his figure, the spirit of Yin returned to his body, all in one go.

Li Er didn't pursue and nodded, that's right.

Otherwise, practicing martial arts and cultivating Taoism will only let the practice of Taoism hinder the advancement of martial arts, and the two will always conflict, which will be a mistake and harm others.

What Li Er has to do this time is to ask Chen Pingan to find the mysterious and mysterious balance point. People who practice martial arts should not be taken away by the fists and fists. One must feel that one's fist intention is not pure because of this. For a martial arts practitioner, just relying on two fists is enough, but it does not mean that everything is ignored. A true master should have the aura of having everything in his body and out of my hands .

The world is small, and I am God.

What can't be controlled, what can't be controlled?

Now that Chen Pingan has taken the first step in the right direction.

Li Er relaxed and punched.

The punch is not heavy, but faster.

I won't give you Chen Ping'an a chance to think about it.

I'm a martial artist, I'm a martial artist, fight against me, Li Er, and forge the road, then you kid will have to show something that no warrior in the world has!

have.

Just take a few more punches.

No.

Just lie down and recuperate!

On the other side of the ferry, Li Liu was walking on the waterway, looking at the traces of the fighting. As for the movements on the other side of the water mirror, she knew everything without looking.

In the long years in the past, Li Liu is no stranger to pure martial arts. He once died at the hands of martial arts of the tenth realm, and also killed a martial arts of the tenth realm with his own hands. He knows a lot about the martial arts of martial arts. Such a torment, in the history of the Haoran world, is so remarkable, but as a martial artist of the sixth realm, it is really rare to eat so many fists with sufficient weight early on.

In the world, warriors at the top of the Nine Realms and at the end of the Ten Realms, like Gu You, who do not accept direct disciples, are after all a minority.

Wanting to imitate his father, there are quite a few martial arts masters who beat up their disciples' physiques. It's a pity that there must be disciples who can bear it. Of course, there are more, and neither of them will help. If there are senior masters who are willing to support or even drag them, they will not be allowed to enter the room. Losing the true law, the disciple passed the threshold, but it was like a broken arm and a leg, and the mirror of the heart was punched with subtle and imperceptible flaws. Therefore, as soon as the eighth and ninth realms were reached, all kinds of hidden dangers would undoubtedly be revealed.

Li Liu reached the end of the waterway in the cave, and instead of continuing on, he turned around and took a walk.

Li Liu arrived at the ferry, and looked at the distant scenery outside the Lion Peak at the edge of the mountain and water restriction of this fairy cave.

Li Liu vaguely sensed a strange phenomenon.

He raised his eyes and looked towards the sky.

The seventy-two Confucian Confucian temples accompany the saints and sages, and they have been the most pitiful existence since ancient times.

There are no life or death, there are many rules, year after year, looking at the world, it is absolutely not allowed to intervene in the affairs of the world.

Li Liu once lived in the Northwest Continent. As the head of the sect at the peak of the Immortal Realm, he once had a chat with a Confucian sage who was sitting in the sky above the territory of Banzhou in that Liuxia Continent.

In the eyes of these sages who ride in the void but remain still, they are like ordinary people on the top of a mountain, looking at the mountains and rivers at their feet. Even they, after all, have exhausted eyesight and cannot see the real picture. His ancient magic power is the inscription on a jade pendant on a certain man in the market, and a certain woman's head is full of black hair mixed with a white hair, and it can also be seen clearly, and the panoramic view can be seen.

It's just that with such supernatural powers, after watching the human world for thousands of years, there will be a day when you will get tired of seeing it.

What's more, their duty is to monitor the cultivation places of those great monks in the Ascension Realm and all the monks in the upper five realms, and they must have a clear idea, so that those who practice Taoism will not harm the world with unscrupulous skills.

Those great monks who are in the blessed land of the cave, if they leave the small world, they will be lit up like a particularly eye-catching lamp, as if the ordinary masters on the top of the mountain can see it, they will naturally be noticed immediately by the sages sitting in the sky. live. If there is any violation of rules and disrespect, the sages will take action to stop them. If everything is in order, there is no need for them to show up.

At that time, the Confucian sage who had a few words with Li Liu finally said with a smile that his greatest distraction was to visit a certain country, a certain state, a certain county, a village at the head of a village every ten years Ask about the inscriptions on the stele, and take a look at the subtle changes on the stele that are indifferent to the world every ten years.

Li Liu was speechless.

The sage is lonely.

The world does not know.

About an hour later, Li Liu, who was wandering thousands of miles away, put away his thoughts and turned his head to look with a smile.

Someone went back by punting, and it was Chen Pingan, who was a little miserable.

Sitting on the small boat, Li Er said: "You have to hold on to your breath first, you have to wait until those martial arts reach the Lion Peak, otherwise you won't be able to do that thing."

Chen Pingan nodded.

Li Er asked: "You really don't regret it? Maybe Li Liu knows some weird ways to keep it for a while."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "No. The Shaking Mountain Fist was created by senior Gu You from Luzhou, Beiju. During the tour, the senior taught me three more punches. In the end, even if the senior passed away, he still wanted to give me martial arts as a gift. So no regrets."

Li Er stopped talking.

When the two of them arrived at the ferry, Li Liu smiled and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Chen, you have broken the mirror in both martial arts and Taoism."

Chen Ping grinned, he had deliberately suppressed his true energy and spiritual energy before, but with a slight movement, his work was immediately defeated, and his face became bloody again.

Chen Pingan walked past the landscape barrier at the entrance of the cave, lightly clenched his fists, and looked up.

On the Lion Peak under the clear sky, a sea of ​​golden clouds suddenly condensed, and then the rain fell from the sky, slowly falling, extremely slowly.

Chen Pingan said softly: "First day, fifteenth day."

The two flying swords swept out, disappeared in a flash, and hovered high in front of Chen Pingan, like two steps.

Wearing a green shirt with a fairy sword on his back, he began to climb high and run, stepping on the steps of two flying swords, and climbed to the sky step by step.

Tens of feet away from the golden sea of ​​clouds and the rain of martial arts, Chen Pingan suddenly stopped, and Chen Ping's fists were surging, like a god in the sky, and he punched high in the cloud steaming Daze style.

After one punch, the Martial Cloud Sea of ​​Clouds and Gan Rain were all repulsed, and they scattered all over Luzhou in Beiju.

Exhausted, Chen Pingan took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, bent over to pant, his vision blurred, he still turned his head to look to the south, and said with a soft smile, "Senior Gu, I didn't dare to tell you at the beginning that there are people in the bamboo building in my hometown. He said that our Mountain Shaking Fist is full of earthy smell. It’s not good, it’s just a fist, and it’s still passable. The punch I just gave was passed on to me by him. Senior Gu, don’t worry, I didn’t do it back then. Convince me, when I return to my hometown this time, I must fight with him, now that I am in the golden body state, I can take two more punches, and I can say a few more words."