Sword of Coming

The middle-aged man slowly walked out of the shade of the tree, holding the hilt of the sword with the hilt facing down and shaking it from side to side. He looked less like a swordsman and more like a naughty child holding a rattle. When he appeared in everyone's sight, Ma Xuan, Pipa The smiling face of the woman, Zhou Shi, the hairpin-haired man, and Ya'er, the devil's sect, all changed their expressions.

The man did not look at these top masters who were famous in the world, but smiled at the young man who should be a member of the same profession: "Think too much, you don't have such a big face, and the world here may not last for a hundred years." Only Ding Ying is qualified. You..."

He stretched out his free hand and shook his fingers, "Not yet."

In full view of everyone, the man thrust his long sword into the ground, put his palm against the hilt of the sword, and said with a lazy smile to the two groups of people: "Don't be in a daze, you continue, if you really can't kill them, I will take action again." . Don’t worry, I will use my sword today only to target that boy, and I guarantee that I won’t accidentally hurt you.”

Ma Xuan spat blood-streaked saliva and said with a wanton smile: "I never thought there would be a chance for Lu Jianxian to defeat the enemy. This trip to the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom was not in vain. No matter what the outcome is, in the future, whenever we talk about this war, there will always be people talking about it. But 'Ma Xuan' can give it a try!"

Ma Xuan bent over slightly and saw a tattoo of a descending tiger spreading from his shoulders to his arms. The momentum was astonishing.

Not only that, there is a tattoo on the high bulge of the back that looks like a portrait of a door god. A man with a green robe and a long beard is holding a long knife. He has his eyes closed and is leaning on the knife. He exudes a strong and cold arrogance, which is better than that of a door god. It is even more shocking to see a tiger descending from the mountain with its shoulders raised.

The smiling face squatting on the wall smiled even more. He twisted the grass roots he pulled from nowhere with his fingers and chewed them gently.

Hairpin Man Zhou Shi explained softly to Ya'er beside him: "Obviously Ma Xuan also had some adventures and got some scattered opportunities. My father said that this is called the art of inviting gods. During the Jiazi pact three hundred years ago, someone Just rely on this to massacre all directions outside the fortress, chasing two thousand prairie knights and killing them all."

Seeing the gloomy look in the Pipa woman's eyes, the burly man in an increasingly imposing manner chuckled and said, "How dare you wade into this muddy water without any new skills. Do you really think I care about that bit of gold?"

The woman said coldly: "I'm only here for the gold. This money is clean."

Ma Xuan sarcastically said: "What the hell, are you really attracted to that poor scholar? There are some shameless scholars. If they learn about your past deeds, they will regret it and scold you at least." Are you worse than a prostitute? I have not wronged you. From head to toe, is there any part of your body that is clean? Get out now. When you get married to that poor scholar, I will definitely reward you with five hundred taels of gold. Just treat it as whoring. Funded."

Zhou Shi said with a smile: "I keep saying we are concubines, but it turns out we are really sincere."

The woman with the pipa in her arms and the artificial finger showed a trace of hesitation.

The smiling face suddenly said: "Getting married? Before I came here, I had a chat with a scholar named Jiang. We had a great conversation and talked about many interesting stories about the world, including some of the past of Concubine Pipa. The scholar asked about I was stupid because of my reading. I just said how could there be such a shameless and dissolute woman in the world. In the end, I never thought that Concubine Pipa was my bed partner. Alas, since I am a fool, I want to have this marriage. It can still be done.”

The woman looked sad, then became determined.

Chen Pingan has been watching and listening attentively without any anxiety.

Not only was he on the street and trapped in a tight siege, but also in the house where he lived, Feijian Fifteen seemed to be imprisoned by the tic character again.

The careless sword-wielding man was the third "short-distance" martial artist Chen Pingan saw. The two before him were the old man wearing a silver lotus crown and Fan Wan'er. However, the man in front of him was more skilled in martial arts than Fan Wan'er. His cultivation level is much higher. From the current point of view, the gap between him and the old man named Ding is not too big.

But Ma Xuan has the ability to keep the bottom of the box, and this world is obviously not as shallow as imagined.

It would be better if the sword-raising gourd contained fifteen square inches of objects instead of the first one, but the matter was at this point, and it was useless to think too much.

A veritable enemy from both sides.

Zhou Shi smiled and said, "Miss Ya'er, you're done."

The woman wearing wooden clogs said helplessly: "Grandpa Master has spoken, how can I dare to be lazy, but you must remember to save me."

The Hairpin Man nodded and said: "Destroying a flower with a dangerous hand is the most tragic thing in the world. I, Zhou Shi, will never let Miss Ya'er down."

The stiff-faced smiling man lost his temper and stood up. After stretching his muscles, he rubbed his cheeks with his hands and showed a sincere smile that was no longer rigid. "I want to weigh the weight of the banished immortal with my own hands."

Lu Fang gave a shout and reminded with a smile: "With the war coming soon, do you still want to think about what is there and what is not? A Tong Qingqing who is hiding here and there, a Feng Qingbai who is moving forward in an indomitable way, and you who are confused, it actually doesn't matter. Everyone has their own way of living, but you are the worst unlucky. I know that you have been deliberately hiding your strength, be careful to play with fire and burn yourself."

Ma Xuan has already worked hard and raised his momentum to the highest point in his martial arts career, and there is no reason to hold back anymore.

The resentment and nostalgia for the pipa woman may not be fake, but taking the opportunity to build up momentum and give it a try is even more true.

The tiger descending from the mountain was like a living thing, its body trembling, and then it brought bursts of golden light on Ma Xuan's shoulders and arms. When Ma Xuan made a fist with his left hand, golden light seeped out between his fingers.

Taking one step forward, he was instantly in front of Chen Ping'an and punched out, causing the sound of wind and thunder in the air.

Chen Ping'an did not retreat but advanced, tilted his head, bent down half-way, and leaned against his shoulder. At the same time, he pressed his right hand on the opponent's knee and pushed him away. Ma Xuan was thrown seven or eight feet away on the spot and staggered several steps. , every step made a pothole on the street, and then he stopped.

With the sound of pipa, two bright silk threads arced from both sides of Ma Xuan and headed towards Chen Ping'an.

Ma Xuan stepped forward suddenly and charged forward again.

Chen Ping'an's body disappeared in a flash, escaping the Qinxian's assassination. In addition to being extremely agile, he also seemed to be suddenly dragged forward by something, so fast that it was unreasonable.

Lu Fang's eyes lit up and he laughed loudly: "Ma Xuan, pay attention in front of you."

Ma Xuan stopped suddenly, causing two ravines to be plowed out on the street. He stepped heavily on the street and blocked it with his arms in front of him.

Sure enough, an unbelievable punch hit his arm. Ma Xuan shouted angrily, and the sword-wielding general in green robes with a long beard on his back suddenly opened his eyes.

"Go to hell!" Ma Xuan just leaned back slightly, stepped forward with one foot, raised his arm and punched out, the whole arm filled with golden light, drawing a golden fan in the air.

In Smiley's eyes, all he could see was the snow-white robe, one hand holding Ma Xuan's fist, pressing it down gently, his figure rising from the ground, directly over Ma Xuan's head, and hitting Ma Xuan with one foot. On the back of Xuan's head, he jumped towards the woman who was hiding behind and making a sneaky move. Seeing the bad opportunity, the pipa woman quickly rolled her fingers on the pipa strings, intertwining a green spider web between the two.

Chen Ping'an suddenly frowned, changed direction in an instant, abandoned Pipa Girl, and flew directly to the left.

It was that eerie smiling face.

Not to mention Lu Fang.

Among the two groups of people who have appeared so far, Chen Pingan is the most taboo about this weirdo.

The smiling face said with a smile: "They say you pick the weakest persimmons, but you are the best."

He spread his arms and fell straight forward.

The next moment, the smiling figure disappeared instantly.

Chen Pingan turned around in the air, stretched out his hand to grab the smiling face that appeared behind him for no reason, and silently kicked Chen Pingan in the back of the head.

Chen Pingan unexpectedly caught everything.

It's simply a shukachi charm.

The smiling face once again appeared elusively from behind. This time his body was curled up, his arms spread out, and his fists struck Chen Ping'an's temples.

Chen Pingan was about to take action.

Lu Fang's words happened to be one step ahead, and he spoke openly to Xiaolian'er, "Be careful, he is about to exert his strength."

Smiley Face hesitated for a moment, then took the initiative to give up the golden opportunity to smash Chen Pingan's head with both fists, and instantly stood on the bluestone street.

Chen Pingan almost swapped places with Smiley Face. The latter came to the street, and Chen Pingan stood on the wall.

Glancing at the sword-wielding man who had ruined his good deeds twice, he said, "Why don't you just do it?"

Lu Fang lightly tapped the hilt of his sword with his palm, and said cheerfully: "If you join so many people to beat up a junior, it will get a bad reputation if word spreads."

Chen Pingan remained silent.

The inside of the sword-raising gourd was lifeless, as if the wine bottle that had been opened had been blocked by someone, and there was no longer any fragrance.

On the first day of the new year, it was like a mud cow sinking into the sea. There was no movement, and the emotional connection with Chen Pingan was severed.

Not only that, the golden wine robe on his body has also lost its effectiveness.

However, losing the talisman of Jin Li means that Chen Pingan has lost the capital to ignore the weapons. However, it also has the only advantage, that is, without the restraint of Jin Li, the magic robe that circulates spiritual energy, Chen Pingan is like taking off his body. Without Old Man Yang's original Qi Talisman, his hands and feet no longer have invisible restraints, and his punches will only be faster.

On the first day of the lunar month, he disappeared, on the 15th day of the lunar month, he was trapped, and Jin Li lost all his magical powers.

In exchange for a hearty punch.

When punching, it is important to retract and release freely.

Chen Pingan has actually been "keeping it".

Because he is really full of doubts about this world, as well as the entire capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, the so-called Ten People in the World.

I just can’t figure it out, but I still have to do some things.

Lu Fang began to point out the situation again, "Ma Xuan, don't die."

Ma Xuan put up a boxing stance, his left and right arms turned golden, and a little bit of golden light appeared as he breathed.

The long-bearded green-robed martial saint behind him became even more lifelike after he opened his eyes. A ball of snow-white light lit up from the tip of the knife, spreading across the body. Soon Ma Xuan's eyes glowed with a faint silver light.

Like a burly man enshrining a statue in the main hall, he grinned and said: "With this undefeated golden body, I originally planned to try the best in the world as Master Zhong. Boy, you are ruthless. Come on, just hammer Grandpa. Just frown and I’ll lose..."

"OK."

Chen Ping'an stepped away.

There was an illusion in everyone's field of vision. The whole street seemed to have collapsed several feet under this foot.

The iron cavalry's punch, which had no remaining force, hit Ma Xuan's chest with a bang.

The image of the long-bearded green-robed martial saint on the back was shattered in an instant.

Ma Xuan's burly body flew backwards with a bang.

Chen Ping'an follows him everywhere.

Another punch hit, and Ma Xuan's body had twisted into an arc. This time Chen Pingan punched, and the angle changed slightly, causing Ma Xuan to hit the companion behind him.

"Lu Fang, save me!"

The Pipa woman's face changed drastically, and after she made a cry of horror, she did not wait for death. She was indeed a first-class master. She neither retreated nor dodged left and right. She pointed her toes and moved forward quickly, trying to hide behind Ma Xuan, who had the invincible body of King Kong. She thought to herself That guy can't punch through Ma Xuan's body.

As long as he pauses for a moment, I believe Lu Fang will draw his sword.

Chen Ping'an seemed to see through the Pipa woman's mind, and the third punch actually hit Ma Xuan's abdomen again.

Not only was the golden body shattered by the shock, but the originally pale silver eyes immediately turned red and covered with oozing blood.

Ma Xuan's back collided hard with the self-defeating Pipa woman.

The collision caused the pipa strings to ring wildly, and after the woman spurted out a mouthful of blood, she kicked out her feet, stepped in the air, and fell backwards.

Still too slow.

Chen Pingan punched the pipa in the woman's arms, hit her hard in the abdomen, and swung his arm half a circle. The woman and the broken pipa were twisted in the air by the fist, and then slammed into a wall. The plump body Almost all of her delicate body dived into the wall. She didn't know whether she was alive or dead, and the pipa in her arms fell to the ground.

Lu Fang in the distance was smiling, but still did not draw his sword.

Even if that person seemed to regard him as a real enemy.

He spoke lazily again, "Smiley face, remember, don't be fooled by the speed of his punches at every moment. He can be faster. Try not to get close to him. Hidden weapons, poisons, etc., you might as well give it a try."

Lu Fang pretended to be surprised, "Oh, by the way, the people he really wanted to kill were Miss Ya'er and Mr. Zhou."

Shocked by Chen Ping'an's boxing skills, Ya'er, a woman from the demon sect, no longer wanted to join in the fun. Even if she was held accountable by the old leader afterwards, it would be better than ending up like Ma Xuan now.

Zhou Shi had already made plans to sit back and watch.

When Lu Fang said this, both of them were horrified.

Sure enough, Chen Ping'an made a lateral transfer.

The person facing him was Ya'er who was wearing wooden clogs.

Just as she was about to make a move, her eyes suddenly widened with pain on her face.

The wall behind her exploded without warning, and an extremely slender long sword appeared. The assassin held the sword in both hands, as fast as thunder.

The tip of the sword passed through the woman's back, and the hands holding the sword were pressed against Ya'er's back. The assassin continued to run forward, and the poor woman was pushed forward like this.

The woman looked like a three-foot unsheathed sword growing out of her abdomen.

The tip of the sword pierced Chen Ping'an.

Directly towards the atrium.

Zhongting point, also known as Dragon's jaw, is located on the midline in front of Chen Ping'an.

Lu Fang quietly held the hilt of the sword.

But he soon let go.

At the critical moment, Chen Pingan disappeared out of thin air.

The last square inch symbol was used.

The assassin released the hand holding the sword, held down the back of the woman's head, and pushed forward hard. Her delicate body slipped out of the sword and fell to the ground a few feet away. Her back was slightly loose, and she should have been there. Vomiting blood, a pool of blood soaked into the back of her clothes. The woman struggled and tried to turn her body over, but as soon as her elbow was bent a little, she fell heavily to the street.

The assassin was a young man with bare feet and rolled-up sleeves. He turned to look at Chen Pingan, who was adjusting his breathing, and said with a bright smile: "I heard someone said that as long as I kill you, I can get the magic weapon, so I'm here."

He shook out a gorgeous sword flower and said, "My name is Feng Qingbai, sword cultivator. Being among the ten people is a share, plus the share you get in exchange for your head, it will be a big profit."

Feng Qingbai said helplessly: "It's a pity that I couldn't kill you with one sword. I guess I may not be your opponent in a head-on confrontation. It doesn't matter. I can cooperate with Lu Fang. He is the only swordsman here. He will definitely go back."

Ma Xuan, who only half-heartedly asked the gods to come to him, has lost his golden body.

The Pipa woman stuck in the wall remained motionless. There were intermittent sounds of gravel falling to the ground on the other side of the wall.

A famous witch from the demon sect, who had been secretly supporting the dragon for several years, fell in a pool of blood. Her clogs and feet as white as frost and snow were very eye-catching.

But there are also Lu Fang, Feng Qingbai who claims to be a swordsman, Smiley Face, and Zhou Shi, the hairpin man.

The skinny little girl huddled on the small bench, thinking silently, "Punch after punch, blow their heads off, so that I can take off their clothes and boots. They are worth a lot of money at a glance."

The little girl looked at the miserable condition of the woman in the distance, especially the pair of wooden clogs. She couldn't help but look at her a few more times, thinking to herself that she was so gorgeously dressed, no wonder she died so quickly.

Chen Pingan clenched his fists tightly and then released them, repeating this process several times.

After practicing boxing for so long, it’s time to take a break.

On the top of Guniu Mountain, Nanyuan Kingdom's National Master Zhong Qiu looked solemn, a little unsure, and asked in a deep voice: "Is this really true? By killing that man, in addition to getting a new quota, you can also get three blessings? Why is this so? According to the secret history records of various countries and the secret files of the Admiration Building, this situation has never happened before every Jiazi covenant in history. Could it be Ding Ying's trick?"

Yu Zhenyi, who looks like an innocent child, is carefully carving the bone of a jade bamboo fan with a carving knife, stroking it carefully, like an infatuated lover treating the skin of his beloved woman. Faced with Zhong Qiu's inquiry, he did not answer, but stared intently. The subtle lines on the bamboo branches and the traces of sweat on the forehead are just Yu Zhenyi who has returned to his original nature in the martial arts realm, and it is absolutely unreasonable.

As a great master second only to Ding Ying, Yu Zhenyi has long been immune to cold and heat. It is also said that in his seventies, he obtained a secret book of immortals, understood the will of God for decades, and became proficient in magic. Some people even said that he had seen it with his own eyes. Yu Zhenyi was able to soar through the clouds and mist, ride on cranes and cross luan. It was at this time that Yu Zhenyi's body and appearance began to change step by step from a white-haired old man to a young man, to a young boy now.

After ten years of seclusion in front of the wall, he successfully broke out, and finally heaven and man became one. Everyone in the world looked forward to Yu Zhenyi, the leader of the righteous way. If he could fight with Ding Ying, it would be best to kill him. From then on, Haiyan was peaceful, and several emperors could no longer use it. Fearing that his head was cut off by him in his sleep, the masters of both the good and the evil factions did not have to rely on others. Even the giants of the demon sect wished that this weird ancestor would either die early or quickly achieve the legendary feat of ascension. In short, Don't stay in this world anymore. After eighty years, it's time for someone else to take the top spot.

In addition to Yu Zhenyi and Zhong Qiu, a pair of men who are both enemies and friends, there is also a stunning woman wearing a noble coat on the top of Guniu Mountain. The coat is dark green and is the first dress of the Queen of Nanyuan Kingdom. She only wears it during court meetings and temple visits. Waiting for the grand ceremony to be dressed, there is a most observant Nanyuan Kingdom's National Preceptor at the top of the mountain, so the woman can only be Nanyuan Kingdom's Queen Zhou Shuzhen.

She also has a secret identity, the current owner of the admiration building, and is responsible for ranking the world's masters every twenty years.

Zhou Fei of Spring Chao Palace has coveted the beauty of Queen Zhou for a long time. Zhou Shi, the hairpin man, once confessed in the main hall of Baihe Temple that if Zhong Qiu had not been guarding the palace, his father Zhou Fei would have broken into the palace and snatched her away. People.

Yu Zhenyi put down the jade bamboo in his hand, raised his arm and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, which lingered near the child's face like mist. He first answered Zhong Qiu's question, "Should That’s true. But Ding Ying’s mind is unpredictable. Compared to working together to kill the young swordsman who suddenly appeared, Ding Ying’s backhand is more worthy of our caution.”

Yu Zhenyi emphasized his tone, "I'm not worried about the situation over there in Zhuangyuan Lane. Master Zhong, you'd better go and keep an eye on it yourself."

He is called Master Zhongguo.

It seems that the relationship between the two is indeed very ordinary.

Zhong Qiu frowned and said: "Ding Ying is in charge of the siege in Zhuangyuan Lane, and Lu Fang also brought a sword with him. Why are you worried?"

Yu Zhenyi shook his head and said, "I don't trust Ding Ying, nor do I trust Lu Fang."

Zhong Qiu looked a little unhappy, "Lu Fang is an upright person, why should we worry about him? Just because he and the swordsman are from the same family?"

The world-renowned number one righteous person in front of me, the head of the Hushan Sect, the imperial master of the Songlai Kingdom, and the old god in the eyes of the world has always been like this. Although he acts openly and aboveboard, there is a sense of alienation and indifference in his bones. The closer you get to him, the deeper your feelings will be.

Yu Zhenyi said calmly: "If you don't want to go, I'll go."

Zhong Qiu snorted coldly and without even looking at Queen Zhou, she flew towards the foot of the mountain like an eagle.

It turned into a black speck. It was at the foot of the mountain several times, and soon it was far away from Guniu Mountain.

Empress Zhou sighed with emotion: "As strong as planting autumn, you still can't control the wind like an immortal as recorded in ancient books. What about you, Yu Zhenyi, can you do it now?"

Yu Zhenyi remained silent.

Zhou Shuzhen laughed, "Even if you don't ride on the clouds and ride the wind, no matter how you look at it, it's still very elegant and unrestrained."

When she was a young girl, she saw Zhong Qiu and Yu Zhenyi for the first time in the market of a foreign country. The former was sharp and the latter was restrained, but they both surprised her.

Yu Zhenyi stood up, his height was less than Queen Zhou's chest, but when he stood up, Zhou Shuzhen seemed to be pushed to the foot of the mountain, and could only look up at the person on the top of the mountain.

Yu Zhenyi asked: "Ten people in the world, are you sure it's correct?"

Zhou Shuzhen nodded and said, "It's completely confirmed."

She suddenly couldn't help but sigh: "It's like a big test for officials in the imperial court, but not so cruel."

Yu Zhenyi clasped his hands behind his back, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, his mood desolate.

The queen of Nanyuan Kingdom, who was secretly hiding, asked a question, "Where is Tong Qingqing hiding?"

Yu Zhenyi was silent for a moment, "I think only Ding Ying knows."

Zhou Shuzhen turned her head and looked at this aloof divine figure, "How high is Ding Ying's martial arts level?"

Yu Zhenyi said something strange, "I don't know if I know."