Sword of Coming

The king-throne monster who used his sleeves to forcefully snatch away a group of bamboo boxes from the root of the sword-qi Great Wall is Huang Luan who refined countless immortal ruins into his courtyard.

Lu Zhi left the city with his sword, and personally intercepted and killed the peak demon known as the most immortal in the wild world. In addition, there was also a sword fairy Mi Hu on the other side of the golden river to intercept him, but Huang Luan still destroyed the right half With the price of sleeve robes and a world in sleeves, plus the big demon Yang Zhi personally accepting Huang Luan, he was able to escape back to Jia to claim his account.

Lu Zhi stood on the golden long river where sword immortals were becoming rarer and rarer, instead of returning to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he stayed where he was, guarding one side.

Before she used her sword, she was too restrained, because the battlefield was between the Changhe and the city, and her own sword practiced too much.

Old Jianxiu Yin sat cross-legged among the big characters, shook his head, looked quite disapproving, sneered, and slandered: "If I have this level, then Huang Luan won't be able to escape. This battle has been fought to this point , You still don’t know how to settle accounts to make money, how can you Lu Zhi become a great swordsman, women are women, women have a heart.”

This is probably how Yin Chen's reputation of being respected and loved in the Great Wall of Sword Qi came about.

Outside the tent at Najia, Huang Luan shook his right sleeve like throwing beans on the ground, several young sword cultivators the size of mustard seeds appeared one after another.

Putting the sword in the bamboo box and thanking him, Li Zhen's expression was gloomy, and Yu Si was in a panic, helping the unconscious boy Tan.

As for Liubai, the loss is the most serious, but fortunately the soul has been collected by Tan.

Not a sword cultivator, but a young clog who is the leader of Jia Shenzhang. After learning of Liu Bai's situation, although he was very anxious, he still bowed down to thank the senior.

Huang Luan smiled and said: "Clogs, you are all the destiny of our world. The way is long and the road is long. There is always a chance to repay the grace of saving lives."

The wooden clogs looked resolute, and said: "The junior will never dare to forget today's great favor."

Once Jia Shenzhang really killed a sword fairy embryo, as the leader of Jia Shenzhang, his clogs, as the leader of Jiashenzhang, are not only the gains and losses on the ledger, so Huang Luan's move is no different from the juvenile clogs, which is no different from saving lives. kindness.

Yang Zhi waved her hand, detained Yu Si directly and then repelled him. She stood in Yu Si's original position, gently hugged the boy in her arms, and stretched out a finger to touch the center of Tan's eyebrows. Pure water flowed from her fingertips, watering the young man's aura. At the same time, she rubbed her fingers together, and condensed a white short sword. It was an ancient relic that she had treasured for many years. At the center of Tan's eyebrows, the boy destroyed a natal flying sword, so she will give it another one.

A moment later, Tan You woke up leisurely, seeing the familiar face of the woman wearing the imperial crown and black dragon robe, the boy's eyes turned red suddenly, and he said in a trembling voice: "Master."

Yang Zhi said softly: "A little setback, don't worry about it."

After all, Tan is a teenager at heart. He suffered from this catastrophe and was severely injured. Although his heart is not damaged, it is extremely difficult, but his heart is really broken. Fight against him. What will Sister Liubai do in the future?"

In the end, the boy still loves that Liubai sister.

Yang Zhi smiled and said: "That Liu Bai, the master originally disliked her for not being pretty enough for you, now it's all right, let Mr. Zhou just change into a good skin, and you two will form a Taoist couple again."

The boy quickly shook his head, he didn't think so.

Yang Zhi rubbed the boy's head, "It's up to you."

Huang Luan was greatly surprised, looking up at when did this mother-in-law accept her direct disciples?

Sword Immortal Shouchen rushed to Jia to apply for the account, and took away the soul of his junior sister from the beach. After confirming that the Liubai Jindan and Nascent Soul were all right, the Shouchen heaved a sigh of relief, and thanked everyone With a sound, he carefully held Liubai's soul with magic techniques, and hurriedly detoured to the master's side.

As for why the detour was, of course, it was because of Ah Liang.

Huang Luan left against the wind, returned to those Qionglou Yuyu, chose a secluded place and began to breathe, swallowing the abundant spiritual energy in one gulp.

In fact, he suffered the most from this attack. Hou Kuimen, who he had carefully cultivated, was used as a matchmaking puppet on the battlefield, and as the first move against the young hermit official. In the end, he lost an important chess piece, not to mention Lu Zhi. With Mi Hu's swords, half of the sleeve of the robe was broken, and a small world was added. The key is to damage his three hundred years of Taoism in vain.

Huang Luan's mind was moved, and there was an attic with many dragon corpses as pillars and corridors not far away out of thin air. Huang Luan immediately opened the restriction and took it into his own world.

Huang Luan smiled and said, "Thank you for the reward, Patriarch."

The clogs have returned to the military tent.

Zhuhe and Lizhen stood side by side, watching the battle from afar.

In the previous battle to kill Yinguan, the two of them were not even injured because they never had the opportunity to do their best. It's just that compared to Liu Bai, Tan and Yu Si, the two of them are probably the most aggrieved.

Li Zhen and Zhu Xie said in a heartfelt voice: "Unexpectedly, I lost to the natal supernatural power of a flying sword. If it wasn't like this, even if I gave Chen Ping two more natal flying swords, I would still die!"

Zhuke said, "Complaining is fine, but I hope you don't blame Tan and Yusi."

Li Zhen sneered and said: "If you don't remind me, I will forget that there are still them participating in the war. What are the three wastes doing besides dragging their feet?"

Zhu Xi frowned and said, "Li Zhen, I dare say that in a hundred years, even Liu Bai, who was the most injured, will have a higher level of swordsmanship than you."

Li Zhen was silent for a moment, and laughed at himself: "Are you sure I can live for a hundred years?"

Zhu Ke asked back: "Is it that important to be true? Are you sure you are a swordsman? Can you hand out a sword for yourself?"

Zhu Xi was very puzzled in his heart. Although the former Tuoyue Shan Lizhen was rebellious and defiant, Zhu Xi didn't think there was anything wrong with that kind of sharp-edged vigor.

It's just that for some reason, after Li Zhen "died" once, his temperament seemed to become more and more extreme, and he could even be said to be discouraged.

Li Zhen rubbed his cheeks with his hands, and murmured: "Have you walked through the long river of time yourself? Maybe not, you may have walked through it, but you must have never seen the riverbed of the long river of time. If I walk through it, that is fate."

Hearing Li Zhen's whisper, Bamboo Ke frowned.

Standing there alone, Yu Si was even more devastated than Li Zhen with a gloomy expression.

Being alone is easy to make people feel lonely, but loneliness often occurs in the bustling crowd.

A figure appeared beside him out of thin air. It was a young woman with scarlet eyes. The robe on her body was intertwined with fine green "silk threads", which were refined one by one by her over the long years. Rivers and streams.

She comforted softly: "My lord, it's okay, I'm here."

Then she stared at the graceful Yang Zhi, confronting the two sides, they were the old and new masters of the dragging river.

Yu Si stretched out his hand and put aside the young woman's hand, took the lead to move forward, and said calmly, "Let's go."

The woman followed behind.

After seeing this scene, Tan was stunned.

The clog sitting in the military tent raised his head, then lowered his head again.

Clogs has always been aware of the mentorship of Lizhen, Zhuke and Liubai, but it is only today that they know the true backers of Tan and Yusi.

The young man scratched his head, wondering how he could recruit disciples in the future and become their backer?

Chen Pingan woke up suddenly and sat up from the bed. Fortunately, it was the small house in Ning Mansion that he hadn't returned to for a long time, not the corner root of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Chen Pingan put his hand on his forehead, his headache was about to split, and he exhaled heavily. Just such a small movement caused the whole world to turn upside down. It shouldn't be a dream. Have to guard against.

Chen Ping stared blankly at the door.

A man was sitting on the other side of the threshold, holding a flagon and drinking with his head up.

The strong smell of medicine in the room could not cover up the smell of wine.

The man stood up, leaned against the door, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, people like me should only appear in girls' dreams."

Having said that, the man wiped his mouth and laughed to himself.

The world is as short as a spring dream, and the spring dream has no trace, such as a spring dream, when the yellow beams are not yet ripe, the banana deer walks away...

The scholar thought of some beautiful poems in the book, which is very serious.

Chen Ping felt relieved, he should be a real person.

Chen Pingan and A Liang looked at each other for a long time, and the first thing they said was a terrible question: "A Liang, when are you leaving?"

I hope that A Liang will return to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, but I don't want A Liang to stay in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he will die.

In this war, the only one who dared to say that he would never die was the gray-clothed old man from the Jiazi Tent in the Wild World.

Even Yang Zhi and Huang Luan, the throne monsters in the wild world, dare not be so sure.

There is no exception on the Sword Qi Great Wall.

"I want to leave, but a large group of Ascendants can't stay, I don't want to leave, even the boss Sword Immortal can't chase me away, can you persuade me?"

Ah Liang sighed, shaking the jug in his hand, and said: "Sure enough, you are still the same. You can't take care of what you want to do so much. Back then, young people were not like young people, and today's young people are still not like young people. Do you think that after passing this threshold, you will be able to live a comfortable life in the future? Just dream."

The result of today's events seems to have understood the cause of yesterday, but it is often the cause of tomorrow's events.

Cultivate Taoism on the mountain, why go up the mountain? It's not as simple as occupying a feng shui treasure.

A Liang reached out and tapped the young man with the jug, "You shouldn't have been allowed to practice boxing and cultivation so early. You can't control this senior brother. Next time we meet, let me talk about him."

A person who cultivates the Tao works hard with his heart but not with his heart, and a pure martial artist works with his heart but not with his heart. This kid is good, he has both, but he is asking for trouble.

But Ah Liang didn't say anything serious, he had some words himself, and he didn't hurt his back when he stood up and talked. But it's better than standing and talking with waist pain, otherwise the man will have no hope in this life.

A-Liang signaled to Chen Pingan to recuperate while lying down, and he sat on the threshold again and continued to drink. He borrowed this pot of immortal wine from the mansion of Sword Immortal Sun Juyuan on the way here, so don’t blame him if there is no one at home. He doesn't say hello.

Chen Ping asked curiously: "Have you ever fought?"

A Liang faced the courtyard with a tired expression, and turned his back to Chen Pingan, "Not many, just two rounds. If the fight continues, I guess the nest in the Jiazi tent will be completely blown up. I was afraid of hornets' nests when I was a child, so I quickly hid Here, take a few sips of wine and suppress your shock."

It wasn't because of being surrounded and beaten, but he, A Liang, couldn't cheer up.

It's just that I finally revisited the old place, the taste of the wine is still the same, many friends have become old friends, and I am more sad.

In his whole life, he seemed to have always been like this bird, so no matter how much he drank, he never felt happy.

A Liang asked casually: "Did you promise something to the boss Sword Immortal?"

Chen Pingan said: "The Sword Qi Great Wall can be defended for an additional three years."

Before I knew it, I had been in the Great Wall of Sword Qi for several years. If it is in Haoran Tianxia, ​​it is enough for Chen Pingan to visit Shujian Lake again. If he travels alone, he can visit Luzhou or Tongyezhou in Beiju.

After becoming a hermit official, every day in the summer palace was like a year. The only way to relax was to go to the cold palace to teach boxing to those children.

"Then you are really stupid."

A Liang shook his head and said, "Have you ever thought about it, if Chou Miao came to be the lord Yinguan, it would be much easier if you acted as a deputy, and the ending of the Sword Qi Great Wall would not be too different. Now the first Five worlds have been opened up, the mirage to the north of the city, has the boss Sword Immortal told you the inside story?"

Chen Pingan deliberately ignored the first question, and said softly: "As I said, the entire mirage is a fake flying platform that has been built intermittently for thousands of years, plus the summer palace and cold palace of the hermit official lineage, it is an ancient palace. The three-mountain formation will carry a batch of kendo seeds from the Great Wall of Sword Qi at that time, break through the sky, and go to the latest world. But there is a big problem here, the mirage is like a small temple, and it cannot accommodate the big swordsmen of the upper five realms. Bodhisattva, so the person who leaves must be a sword cultivator of the middle five realms and the lower five realms, and the boss sword fairy is not worried about some sword immortals sitting in it."

A Liang said in amazement: "The boss sword fairy hides deeply. Even I don't know about it. I wandered around in the early years, and I just guessed it. The boss sword fairy doesn't mind sending all the local sword immortals to their death. Forced, but the boss Sword Immortal is good, he has always been tolerant towards young people, and will definitely leave a way for them to retreat. If you say it like this, it makes sense, the latest world will not allow it within five hundred years Any Qi trainer of the upper five realms enters it, so as not to be beaten to pieces."

Sure enough, there was not one or two jars of silver buried in the yard of some big family.

Who will protect the formation of such an astonishing ascension project? Naturally, the boss sword fairy drew the sword himself.

A Liang couldn't help taking a sip of wine, and said with emotion: "Our boss sword fairy is the most unhappy sword cultivator. He is half dead and useless for 10,000 years. In the end, he handed out two swords. So there are some things , Boss Sword Immortal did not behave properly, you can scold you kid, but don’t hate if you hate it.”

Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "I won't hate, I dare not scold."

A Liang smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you swear every now and then."

Chen Ping said helplessly: "Boss Sword Immortal holds grudges, I can't run away after scolding."

A Liang nodded, and said earnestly: "Drinking and chatting, slapping horses, rubbing shoulders and backs, and talking hard with the boss if there is nothing to do, everything is indispensable. Besides, you have suffered such serious injuries, so you are limping Turn around and go to the thatched hut at the head of the city to see the scenery. At that time, silence is better than sound. Pretend to be pitiful? Do you need to pretend? I’m already pitiful. If it’s me, I can’t wait to borrow a straw mat from my friend and sleep on the old sword Outside the curly grass hut!"

Chen Pingan laughed, then fell into a coma and fell asleep peacefully.

Ah Liang sat alone on the threshold, with no intention of leaving. He just drank slowly and said to himself: "In the end, there is only one reason. Children who cry have sweets. Chen Pingan, you didn't understand it when you were young." This is a shame."

Those who are capable work harder, and in the long run, it will inevitably make others get used to it.

Wen Sheng lineage.

The old scholar has a good fortune in the fifth world.

Cui Chan, the first apprentice, sits in Aquarius Island.

The left and right swords are in Tongyezhou.

The closed disciple, Chen Ping'an, has been a hermit official for two and a half years in the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

And the sword cultivators of the entire Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Whether strong or weak, everyone's every reason will bring this shaky world, the real good and bad.

After a while, Chen Pingan woke up from the dream again, and he sat up instantly, sweating all over his head.

A Liang did not turn his head, and said, "This is not acceptable. There will be demons in the future."

Chen Ping raised his arm and wiped the sweat from his forehead. With a miserable face, he lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.

Aaron remained silent.

Still alone, sitting and drinking.

Probably because he felt that the threshold was a bit tight, so he changed his position and squatted down to drink.

Back then in Aquarius Continent, the man wearing a hat tricked that mud-legged boy into drinking.

In fact, there has never been a drunkard who is still at ease in the world, and there are clearly only drunkards and drunkards who are not dead.

On the top of the Sword Qi Great Wall, there is no such swing anymore.

A certain sword fairy no longer has to face a bowl of Yangchun noodles and dare not put down his chopsticks.

When the foreign sword fairy Yuan Qingshu died in battle, he was in high spirits.

Beiju Luzhou Taihui Sword Sect Suzerain, Han Huaizi was speechless before and after his death in battle.

A white-haired old woman stood at the gate of Ning Mansion, muttering in a low voice, old dog, old dog. Come back and watch the door.