Sword of Coming

After being around for a long time, no one has the ability or magic weapon to win over others.

When the scholar surnamed Chu heard the name "Junior Year", his heart was shaken for no reason. He knew that something was wrong, maybe it was the young man's trump card, but he could not sense where the crisis started. He was embarrassed. The unbearable scholar surnamed Chu suddenly changed his mind. He gritted his teeth and slipped out a bluish-white ball from his sleeve.

After the scholar surnamed Chu clenched his fingers, the ball melted like a candle in the fire, and the juice as thick as mercury quickly spread from his arm and quickly covered his whole body. The next moment, the slender man actually put on a white suit. The snow-like armor, with the heart-protecting mirror in the center, is shining and is in the style of bright armor. In Taoist temples in the secular world, the statues of the Heavenly King and Lingguan gods often wear this armor, which means that they are bright and upright.

If he hadn't realized that his life was in danger, the scholar surnamed Chu would not have used this priceless "Jiawan" even if he recovered his true form. Jiawan is a military treasure and is highly respected. The price is not the most expensive, but more expensive, and They have always been expensive but not marketable. They are usually jointly forged by Mohist mechanics and Taoist Fulu sects. They are usually condensed into the shape of fist-sized pills. They do not take up space and are easy to carry. As soon as they go to the battlefield, they can pour in true energy and instantly protect themselves with treasure armor. ,indestructible.

The scholar surnamed Chu was protected by Jiawan treasure armor. The surface of the armor exuded a slightly rippling white halo, like a moonlit night scene with heavy snow on the ground. The scholar stood up, a little more calm than before, and said with a wry smile: "Young man Lang, you have done me a terrible job. Originally, this piece of light armor was intended to prevent uneven distribution of spoils. It could then be used to resist the joint offensive of Taoist Bailu and the Mountain God. Now that it has been exposed early, they will definitely I will be more careful, what should I do?"

Although the words were relaxed, the scholar did not take it lightly at all. At the moment, he was still a little puzzled. Why did the young man say "First Grade" and then nothing happened? Even if the sword was not unsheathed, left the wooden box, and flew from the opposite wing, there was no helper hidden in the dark to attack him.

The scholar surnamed Chu was puzzled.

The taciturn young man in front of him was definitely not a guy who liked to joke around.

Two punches almost caused him to reveal his true form. I'm afraid that the bearded swordsman who recklessly went to kill the big demon couldn't do it with his strength in the four realms.

Although the "first grade" did not appear.

But the scholar surnamed Chu can still conclude that if this junior high school student shows up, he must be a master who cannot be underestimated, or a powerful offensive magic weapon.

Chen Pingan was a little annoyed and slapped the sword gourd on his waist hard.

Now, the "first grader" in the gourd has an inexplicable change in temperament. Before, he had a bad temper and would often make Chen Pingan endure hardships. However, since leaving Luo Luo Mountain, he has become a lazy guy and remains motionless all day long. He even had no intention of losing his temper with Chen Pingan. After Chen Pingan re-photographed the sword-raising gourd, he still remained motionless, hovering in the void inside the sword-raising gourd.

On the other hand, the green and faint Feijian Fifteen was buzzing, and it was taking the initiative to have a superficial emotional communication with Chen Pingan. It was probably to say that the first grade of junior high school was unwilling to go to the battle, and it Fifteen could do it for him.

The two flying swords, after awakening, are like children who can't speak yet. They have intelligence, but it is not high. They still act more by instinct. They can clearly perceive Chen Ping'an's heart and mind, but the two sides often Communication is not smooth, and Chen Pingan can only vaguely know their moods, so it is still not easy to communicate.

After seeing Chen Ping'an's action, the scholar surnamed Chu immediately looked at it and saw only the vermilion wine gourd. In the early stage of the meeting in the heavy rain outside the house, the scholar surnamed Chu carefully looked at the young man with a box and the young Taoist priest. At that time, he felt that they should not be some outsiders. In both the government and the public in Caiyi Kingdom, the mountains are not high and the water is not deep, so there is no place for tigers or dragons. Taoist Bailu and his like are already powerful masters and gods.

Not surprisingly, the scholar surnamed Chu is the dragon crossing the river that makes waves, so it makes sense.

He left the mansion this time and went south from the Guyu Kingdom to the Caiyi Kingdom. He worked hard for the things in this house. Even if he was sure of winning, he still worked hard to get it. First, he won over Taoist Bailu and Yanci Mountain God, and each of the three parties took what they wanted. If necessary, he then befriended a member of the family named Liu, tricked him into traveling in this mountain, and told the two allies that he would not hesitate to take risks himself, first explore the truth, and rely on the official and scholarly spirit that the scholar named Liu had been imbued with since childhood. The real purpose of this to cover up the faint demonic aura on his body is to explore the ground veins on which the formation is based, so that during the war, if you can fish in troubled waters and steal the magic weapon, you will not have too much entanglement with Taoist Bailu and the mountain god, and rely on the appearance of the magic weapon. Unexpectedly, Jiawan protected himself, flew away, and returned to the ancient Yu country to continue practicing with concentration.

As for the appearance of the bearded swordsman, it was just a spur-of-the-moment idea. He spread rumors in nearby towns and added fuel to the flames, exaggerating the ancient house to become more evil and evil. In fact, it is true that the ancient house has been filled with a strong evil spirit for a hundred years, which can cause harm. The common people and the violent side really don’t exist. The purpose is to make the water in this pond more turbid, which will help him escape easily. Even if the bearded swordsman consumes some of the ancient house owner's skills, it is a good thing. If it can be sustained until Taoist Bailu and the mountain god come to fight, it will be even more is a good thing.

And that old-fashioned swordsman with a big beard, how could he know these inside stories? Following the rumors, he drank two large bowls of strong liquor in the nearest town, and his blood was boiling. He just thought that the heavy rain was weird, so he quickly set out to slay the monster. Come.

Among them, the torch with oil anointed by the mountain god himself, and the oil-paper umbrella with copper coins and ghosts hidden in it by Taoist Bailu are both inconspicuous but very thoughtful objects.

One is to help the nominal owner of this place, the Mountain God of Yinci, to closely examine the inner energy of the ancient house. The other is to help Taoist Bailu arrange the mechanisms and find opportunities to show up and destroy the ancient house from the inside out. Various methods, such as the dilapidated Shen Gaozong Qingci runes and the shadow wall with a hint of Taoist authentic charm, helped the shaky ancient house to withstand many insidious attacks.

None of the three parties in the alliance is a fuel-efficient lamp.

But this is normal. If it weren't for this, practicing in the mountains and wilds where the weak and the strong prey on the weak, I am afraid that I would have died long ago and become a stepping stone for other vicious monks.

Are there any qigong practitioners who are indifferent to the world? Of course there is. For example, in this ancient house, the male and female owner, the old woman, and the three masters and servants have lived in seclusion for hundreds of years. What will happen to it is the miserable situation that everyone covets now.

Not wanting to cause trouble, the scholar surnamed Chu chose to take a step back and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen, you and I actually have no grudges. Why do we have to meet each other in life and death? As long as Mr. Chen is willing to withdraw from the ancient house tonight, I will pass by the ancient Yu country in the future. One must treat the young master with fine wine, even if the young master wants to go to the ancient Yu Kingdom palace to drink, for example, on a snowy night, Mr. Chu and Mr. Chen can sit high on the roof of the palace hall with wine in their hands, grand and generous. Just drink and enjoy the snow, and you don’t have to worry about the emperor of the ancient Yu Kingdom getting angry and driving people away.”

To be honest, although the scholar surnamed Chu had an erroneous Jingmei background, he did not know what he had gone through after cultivating the human body. He had a good demeanor and was outstanding. He was even more wealthy and noble than the wealthy and powerful Junyan. Three feet of ice did not freeze in a day. It must have had its own unique opportunity to be as graceful and graceful as it is today.

Chen Pingan finally spoke and asked: "I heard that the emperor of the ancient Yu Kingdom was surnamed Chu, and you are also surnamed Chu. Does it matter?"

The scholar surnamed Chu hesitated for a moment, as if to express his sincerity, nodded and smiled and said: "There are some relationships, but there is no blood relationship. In short, they are dependent on each other and guard against each other at the same time. It is quite complicated and difficult to describe in one sentence."

The word "Chu" refers to the upper forest and the lower part of the forest. The word "苋" can be interpreted as the word "foot". The two trees form a forest and there are feet under the trees. Scholars surnamed Chu took this as their surname. It goes without saying that most of them are ancient trees.

It's just that Chen Ping'an's reading and literacy skills are still limited to the superficial skills of "rough writing and occasional understanding", and are far from reaching the level of being able to accurately "decipher" characters. After all, they are far less knowledgeable than Cui Chan or Wei Bo. Yan Bo.

Chen Pingan looked at the armor on the scholar surnamed Chu, and made up his mind not to use Fifteen yet. He just took this opportunity to try out his boxing skills to determine the depth of his three realms, and then asked again: " What level of Qi practitioner are you at?"

The scholar surnamed Chu smiled and said: "It's just the fifth level."

This is of course a self-effacing statement.

He is only one step away from becoming a god in the middle five realms. How could it be "just"? You must know that those powerful nobles of the Immortal Family with the prefix "Zong" and the monks of the Fifth Realm are also extremely valuable beings. They are either worshiped by elders with noble status or deacons who hold real power. This is true for the sect, let alone the ancient Yu Kingdom. , Caiyi Country, these small countries are like small places.

But the slightly complacent modesty of the scholar surnamed Chu sounded like a genuine "just" to the stubborn Chen Ping'an. Is this the fifth level "big demon" mentioned by Taoist Zhang Shan? Chen Ping'an twisted his wrist slightly and grinned. He couldn't beat the ghost in a wedding dress. The guy wearing a turtle shell in front of him could really be used to practice his skills. It would be best if he could beat him to death. It wouldn't be a loss if he couldn't beat himself to death. After all, he was still alive. There are flying swords nearby, not one, but two!

When Chen Ping'an had just practiced boxing for a few days, he dared to tease the monkeys in Zhengyang Mountain like walking a dog. Not to mention his strength, in terms of courage and courage, he was indeed stronger than many martial artists in the world. Of course, once he chooses to risk his life, he must be careful and careful every step of the way, which is also Chen Ping'an's strength.

The scholar surnamed Chu said helplessly: "Why are you still fighting?"

Chen Ping'an gave a straightforward answer, "If I don't beat you, my friend and the swordsman will be in danger."

The scholar surnamed Chu's eyes became sinister, and the Ni Bodhisattva was still very angry, not to mention that he was such a powerful local snake who was used to seeing the splendor of the world, "Young man, why don't you shed tears even if you don't see the coffin? I'm telling you clearly, ancient times Outside the house, there are two people who are watching eagerly, do you really want to get involved? Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Chen Ping'an's reply made the scholar surnamed Chu furious, "Whether you are afraid of me or not, it doesn't matter if I beat you or not."

Chen Pingan took a deep breath. The reason why he delayed for so long was not because Chen Pingan wanted to show off his prestige, but because he wanted to first confirm the intentions of the two young ancestors in the sword raising gourd.

This will determine how he should fight the fight.

Feijian Chuyi, whose real name is Xiao Fengdu, first appeared in his ancestral home on Mu Ping Lane, like a small white rainbow hanging in the air. Although the sword was slender, it was full of majestic and majestic momentum, and its sharp edge was revealed without any cover. Cover up.

Feijian Fifteen, who exchanged things with Old Man Yang, has a slightly different momentum. Feijian's divine intention is more quiet, and the movements in the sword-raising gourd are all sudden, stop, and fly by, coming and going in a hurry. It is extremely fast, and it will hover urgently on the inner wall of the sword-raising gourd every time, just missing the slightest chance of hitting it. It is completely different from the first year of junior high school when it was bumping around inside the sword-raising gourd and hitting the wall crazily.

Therefore, Chen Ping'an roughly concluded that Xiao Feng Du, or the Bai Hong Fei Sword he named Chu Yi without authorization, was sharper and stronger than Fifteen. However, the shortcomings were also obvious, that is, the sword was slow and not easily struck. Chen Ping'an has complete control, so every time he draws the sword, it will be inaccurate. If it is a stalemate situation, especially if you have a slight upper hand, you can let Chu Yi show up and bump into each other. Anyway, you are not afraid of being damaged. However, in a dangerous situation, you still need to be docile and fast. Fifteen comes to help with a fatal blow, to make the final decision.

Of course, the natal flying sword is very powerful. It is the foundation of a career that swordsmen in the world dream of. Once you are lucky enough to have it, it will be the favorite of Zhenruo Xingming, and it will also be a headache for the other hundreds of Qi practitioners. However, there are two problems with any natal flying sword. One is that it is not easy to obtain. There are countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures required to refine the sword. The other is that it is famous for its astonishing killing power. It has a silent intimidating power, but once you kill an enemy out of your body, as long as there is a slight loss, such as the blade chipping, the sword body showing cracks, etc., cultivating a incomplete and damaged natal sword is a huge undertaking. overhead.

That's why there is a proverb circulating in the mountains: if you are rich, you can practice swordsmanship, if you are poor, you can practice swordsmanship, and if you lose everything overnight, you can also practice swordsmanship.

This is the reason why Chen Ping'an first called the first grader to fight. He was worried that the fifteenth grade would officially appear for the first time to kill the enemy, and then it would end quickly.

Both sides have their own insistences. Since they can't reach an agreement, they can only see the real deal.

The scholar surnamed Chu, who was actually an ancient tree spirit, stretched out a finger and tapped the shining breast shield, "Isn't your fist very hard? Come on, just hit it here, this pair is worth it The rare armor pills that San Qianxue spent money on are from the royal family’s warehouse of the ancient Yu Kingdom. It’s up to you, Mr. Chen, to break them!”

How could Chen Pingan be polite to him?

With a little tip of the toe, the floor tiles instantly shattered, which showed how fast the forward momentum was.

The old saying goes that the tree moves the dead and the dead move the living. It is not unreasonable. Although the tree spirit scholar is a five-level qi practitioner and is not weak in physical fitness, he is indeed not proficient in moving around and fighting at close range, so he spent a huge price to seize the armor pill. Use it as a lifesaver at critical moments.

The scholar surnamed Chu was born with a tough body, and with the treasure armor covering his body, he gathered his energy and concentrated his mind to receive the young man's punches at leisure.

After a punch, it was so powerful and heavy that the breast shield was dented by more than an inch. The scholar surnamed Chu flew out and hit the outermost wall of the ancient house. However, this time there was no trace of embarrassment, but the person behind him The wall suddenly shattered, revealing a shocking and horrifying scene. Inside the wall were not bricks and stones, but entangled tree roots that were slowly squirming.

The scholar surnamed Chu patted the dust on his shoulder and said with a sarcastic smile: "Is this all you can do? If you don't have the courage of a Six Realm hero, even if Mr. Chu stands still from beginning to end, and you can punch hundreds of thousands of punches, It’s still very difficult for Mr. Chen to crush Jiawan in one go.”

The fourth, fifth, and sixth realms of martial arts are no longer limited to body tempering, but have risen to the level of martial arts of refining qi. Therefore, they are known as the little master realm. Each realm deals with the three things of soul, soul, and courage. Once With great success, the martial artist's fighting power will increase step by step. Not only will the physical body be replenished, but the Qi practitioner will also have more confidence when facing off. Especially when dealing with spirits and ghosts, it will be twice the result with half the effort. Every time he strikes, the impact of the punch will be like the scorching sun. , ward off all evils.

The punch succeeded, hitting the expected place. The reason why Chen Pingan did not pursue him was not because he was exhausted. On the contrary, the punch was just a dish to accompany the wine. Chen Pingan was mainly shocked by the strange wall behind the scholar. Could it be that the whole person was shocked? It's all like this within the walls of every ancient house, deep-rooted?

Over in the backyard, light bloomed from time to time, flashing away and illuminating the night, accompanied by the shouts of the bearded swordsman.

The three yellow paper pagoda demon-suppressing charms have been used up, but there are still two gold-made demon-suppressing charms hidden in Chen Pingan's sleeves.

And two Shuchichi Talisman.

Chen Pingan muttered silently, "That's it."

The few times I punched before, I relied on my strong body shape, but in fact they were all in a straight forward direction.

Then Chen Pingan was different this time. He put on an extremely ancient boxing stance, took one step forward, stretched his arms, slowly clenched his fists, and moved smoothly.

In an instant, Chen Ping'an's fist poured out like a flood, which could really pierce people's eyes. When it fell in the eyes of the scholar surnamed Chu opposite, it was like a big sun rising from the East China Sea, which was extremely frightening.

God's drumming style!

The scholar surnamed Chu swallowed, wondering if he should sit down and chat again?

Why do you feel that the armor protection may not be stable anymore?

The young man in front of him has clearly not yet reached the third level of martial arts and Qi refining!

Why is there such an unreasonable and strong fist spirit?

The scholar surnamed Chu wanted to give up. He should at least avoid his sharp edges and stop stupidly letting fists hit him. The moment he was about to move his position, the young man disappeared out of thin air and came to the scholar in an instant. In front of him, a punch hit the ribs covered by Komaru. It was so fierce and powerful that the scholar surnamed Chu staggered to one side, but at the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief and put on a serious boxing stance. After that, the boy's punches were frightening, but his strength didn't seem to increase much.

The barefooted old man once said with a smile in the Luoshan Bamboo House that the old man's drum-beating style focuses on the first punch. When the first punch arrives, it is pulled by the divine will and connected end to end. After that, the ten punches and hundreds of punches will come naturally, so the first punch must be If you want to hit your opponent, how many punches you can throw out depends on how long you can sustain the fall with one breath.

Therefore, Chen Ping'an did not hesitate to use a Shukuchi Talisman in order not to miss with his first punch.

After that, Chen Pingan punched faster and faster, and the force was only slightly heavier than before. He punched the scholar surnamed Chu in various places. The light of the Jiawan Baojia flowed. Wherever Chen Pingan's fist hit, the brilliance was there. It suddenly lit up, and it was indeed the most treasured magic weapon in the ancient Yu Kingdom.

Every time he tried to dodge, it seemed like he was only half a step away, but he just couldn't dodge the punch. The scholar surnamed Chu, who had no power to fight back, suddenly turned pale after receiving the tenth punch.

Shoulders, chest, ribs, abdomen, back, temples, eyebrows, elbows, knees.

There is no place that is not a "foothold" for young fists.

Chen Pingan's punches are as fast as thunder. The key is that in the eyes of the scholar surnamed Chu, the young man's eyes are always calm, his breathing is steady, and his heart is too calm. The combination of every step and every punch is just right and natural. He has lived for hundreds of years. old monster.

After fifteen punches, Chen Pingan's fist was already bloody and bloody, with some bones exposed. But how could Chen Pingan care about this painless pain in his flesh?

Compared to the pain of breaking the flesh of his fingers bit by bit with a hammer and breaking the bones inch by inch, compared to the pain of peeling the skin and cramping by himself, Chen Ping'an felt this pain, and he could be considered to be enjoying himself comfortably.

The scholar surnamed Chu has revealed half of his true body, becoming ten feet taller, with green eyes, a face covered with veins, and signs of bulging muscles under the armor, like the curves of an old tree.

He blocked his face with both arms and was knocked away again and again. He shouted with all his strength: "Taoist Bailu, God of Qinshan, things have changed, come and help me!"

On the hillside outside the ancient house, the Yin Temple Mountain God changed his color slightly after hearing the sound.

The sparks from the torch that the scholar surnamed Chu had inserted on the corridor pillar were quickly separated from the flame. Dots of flames were floating around. Although most of them dissipated quickly, there were also some small fire balls that continued to pass through the corridor. Floating to the Sanjin courtyard, the mountain god can observe the scene in the ancient house through the flames like his own eyes.

Therefore, the mountain god clearly saw the fight between the scholar surnamed Chu and the young man, which made him a little embarrassed, not to help, but when to enter the scene to gain the maximum benefit. Before the ancient Yuguo scholar's armor was shattered, he didn't bother to help him in times of need. He killed the young man and helped the scholar keep the armor. Wasn't he making himself unhappy?

The middle-aged Taoist holding a whisk in his hand suddenly said: "The sword of the bearded swordsman is so sharp that it is beyond imagination. If the poor Taoist doesn't take action, I am afraid it will hurt the female ghost's true body. How can I say, Qinshan God?" Should I go with Pindao, or continue to watch from the sidelines?"

The mountain god of the Yin Temple laughed and said: "Since you and I are allies, we should advance and retreat together. There is no reason to retreat in the face of battle."

The Taoist laughed loudly and threw the snow-white whisk forward. Just as it was about to land, a tall white deer appeared in the illusion. The Taoist swept away and rode the white deer forward quickly. The sleeves of the Taoist robe bulged. Fortunately, there were no woodcutter people nearby, otherwise they would probably have bowed their heads and shouted for gods.

The Yin Temple Mountain God didn't use much magic. He just took a simple step and walked to the side of Bai Lu and the Taoist.

The white deer ran like the wind and soon arrived outside the ancient house. The middle-aged Taoist man rushed up. The white deer instantly turned into dust again and flew towards the owner's hand. The Taoist laughed and said: "Brother Chu, I'm a poor Taoist." Help you kill the enemy!"

After Chen Ping'an punched twenty times, he reached his limit. Unfortunately, he still couldn't break the armor.

Although the scholar surnamed Chu was beaten to death, his soul was shaken, and his true body was completely exposed. Almost the entire corridor was destroyed by the two men. However, the scholar surnamed Chu only lost the power to fight and relied on his talent and light. Armor, I still have enough power to protect myself, so I won't be shocked to death by the young man's fist.

Then Taoist Bailu, holding a fly whisk, descended from the sky.

Chen Pingan had just withdrawn his punch and lightly patted the sword gourd on his waist.

A ray of white rainbow swept out of the small vermilion gourd and pierced the treasured armor breast mirror that had just been dented.

Almost all of Koumaru's brilliance converged on the breast mirror.

Baojia made a slight sound like porcelain breaking.

The ray of white light bounced back, disappeared in a flash, and disappeared without a trace.

The dying scholar surnamed Chu was extremely panicked, but soon his face was filled with ecstasy. The armor had not been pierced and he was not dead yet!

But the next moment, he felt a coldness between his brows, and his tall body slumped and then fell back. Before he was dying, he said angrily and harshly: "They are destroying the foundation of my road one after another, let's wait and see!"

After saying these words, the Chu scholar who fell to the ground turned into a large piece of green dead wood, rotting into ashes. The treasured armor that lost its owner also returned to the shape of a gleaming ball.

Chen Pingan frowned.

It turned out that after the first day of the new year, another faint green light flashed out of the gourd. At a speed much faster than the previous white rainbow sword light, one after another, they seized the gap between the treasure armor and condensed spiritual energy to defend the heart mirror. The two flying swords easily penetrated the scholar surnamed Chu's eyebrows.

Standing on the high wall of the ancient house, the mountain god of Yin Temple exclaimed: "My destiny is to fly the sword!"

He turned around and took a big step out. His figure soon appeared more than ten miles away. The cold wind blew and he was sweating profusely.

"Mother, sword fairy!"

The Taoist White Deer, who had just touched the ground with his feet and was floating in the verandah, stood up from the ground with his toes, and ran away without saying a word. He suddenly threw the fly whisk in the air, and the white deer landed on the ground, with the Taoist riding on his back in a hurry. Escape far away.

Chen Pingan was a little stunned. He stood there, confused, thinking to himself, a layman who had only practiced boxing for less than two years, how could he become a swordsman? I'm not even a swordsman yet.