Looking at the young man who rushed towards him with a spear, Nalan Jingde looked familiar. When he thought about it, he remembered that this man had been to Nanjing with the boy from the Lin family, and he was also a match with him. His attention was all on the boy from the Lin family that day, but he didn't pay attention to this young man who had some skills. However, for him, the skills of this young descendant were naturally not worth mentioning. There is a clear distinction between martial artists and monks from the Xuanmen. Who is higher and lower?

The realm is clear at a glance. Although the martial arts path and the Xuanmen monks' paths are the same as those of the Xuanmen, and they are ultimately merit-related to the creation, the process is different. When he was young, Nalan Jingde always believed that martial arts were divided into three realms like the world. At the beginning, those who practice martial arts practiced muscles and bones externally, and strong muscles and bones were bright energy. Then they discovered the potential of the body and cultivated the dark energy, which is the so-called internal energy. When they cultivated internally and externally, they were transformed into energy. However, there was no distinction between high and low in the so-called three realms, but if you want to become a true master, you should not bypass any link.

It was not until Nalan Jingde crossed that hurdle that he realized that the martial artist had only two realms in his life. The first realm was the martial artist, and the second realm, he did not know the name. Most people who practice martial artists were stupid and clumsy. They were always not good at naming. Later, the old Taoist Niu Nose gave a name to the martial artist's realm, called the Dacheng realm.

In the realm of great success, the heaven, earth and all things are just a thought.

If a monk from Xuanmen joins a good sect and obtains a good secret of martial arts, if he has a clear root and bone, he can cultivate a body of righteous spirit in three or five years. The righteous spirit can not only be used for martial arts duels, but also has a wonderful use that is to deal with evil and evil things. With excellent root and bones, plus the bonus of magical medicines in Xuanmen, it is not difficult to fly in the air to fight with swords and kill people for ten or eight years. Therefore, ordinary martial artists and Xuanmen monks do not take it seriously. After all, the realm of transformation of spirit is extremely difficult for ordinary martial artists. Many people can't touch the threshold of transformation of spirit in their lifetime. Even if they are truly talented to reach the realm of transformation of spirit, they cannot withstand the flying swords of the people in Xuanmen who hurt people in the sky.

There are even fewer martial artists who can reach the realm of great success. When they really reach the realm of great success, they can understand the mystery of heaven and earth like monks. At this time, the basic advantages accumulated by the early Ming and dark powers of martial artists are much more obvious than those of monks. Their powerful physical abilities, coupled with the fighting intention and murderous intent and murderous skills accumulated in the long-term battle of life and death, are not available to monks who practiced the mantras of heaven and earth since childhood. This is why the bending Lao Liu almost killed the mysterious gates of the world with a knife.

In summary, it is difficult to be a martial artist, and it is even more difficult to be able to achieve great success.

It is precisely because of the difficulty that once a martial artist is successful, he will get more.

Therefore, since ancient times, Xuanmen and martial artists have had a delicate balance. People in Xuanmen subdued demons and prayed for blessings and prayed for heaven and cultivating Taoism and immortality. The world of martial artists is a unique world of swords and swords. Ordinary martial artists naturally dare not provoke the people in Xuanmen, and the people in Xuanmen do not want to offend the martial artists too ruthlessly, so as not to be able to get out of a great state of success. Xuanmen and martial artists have always complemented each other. Many internal martial artists will also cultivate their internal strength according to the internal strength of Xuanmen, and Xuanmen will also cultivate their disciples' bodies according to the rules and specifications of martial artists.

The world a hundred years ago was a world that was unexpected to everyone.

When the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, China was unstable and uneasy.

People in the martial arts world abandon prejudices, and there are many Chinese martial arts museums. Sects abandon prejudices and learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses, resulting in the emergence of many famous scholars in the world. In that era, five were found. Nalan Jingde, the bent back Lao Liu, were naturally listed. The remaining three were Gai Jiuyou, and the other two died under the sword of Gai Jiuyou. At that time, Gai Jiuyou was not the old man who only knew how to study the upside down of the coffin. At that time, Gai Jiuyou had a white dress and a sword freehand style. He went up the river and went up the river and never lost in one battle. Everyone thought that Gai Jiuyou could definitely win the championship in this martial arts world, but he did not expect that Gai Jiuyou was still defeated by the bent back Lao Liu's sword. He lost only one defeat in his life, and one defeat was a lifetime.

The martial arts world is lively, and Xuanmen is not willing to fall behind. Liu Jingtang of Jiangnan is also very popular. When the Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Master goes to Jiangnan, he will be four Mahayana monks, Kunlun, Wudang, and Maoshan. Even in the deep mountains and forests in the northeast, a worldly demon king, Ma family, was found in the last trace of dragon energy of the Qing Dynasty.

It is a prosperous era, a chaotic era, and even a great era.

Since ancient times, neither the great martial artists nor the Mahayana monks have been able to control the situation on the battlefield. Even if there is the unfair courage of ten thousand men, they will eventually be exhausted. Kill ten or a hundred people, and there will be thousands, ten thousand or hundreds of people. No matter how powerful a tiger is, it cannot withstand many wolves. In the era of cold weapons, this is the case. The battlefield in the troubled times a hundred years ago made it difficult for these martial artists to have room to play. No matter how powerful the body is, it cannot withstand the flying artillery fire and bullets.

But a hundred years ago, when it was time to go, no one frowned, and everyone did everything they should do.

Heroes are never judged by success or failure.

That year, defending Nanjing City.

The Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Master led the Xuanmen to guard the last barrier. Ten of the twelve Xuanmen heroes died, and three of the Mahayana monks in Shanlonghu Mountain died.

That year, Taierzhuang.

Liu Jingtang, Jiangnan, was so bloody that he could not hold the knife.

Heiheling that year.

The Ma family in Northeast China stained the peaks with blood.

Damn it, they are all dead too.

As for what happened afterwards, it is not convenient to talk about it.

Now a hundred years later, this prosperous world is about to come to an end.

The world always belongs to young people.

When people get old, they will always be nostalgic and cherish their talents.

Nalan Jingde looked at Zhao Kaishan who was rushing towards him with this spear, as if he had seen himself guarding the city gate alone.

Not afraid of death.

But when people live, some things are more important than life.

Such young people were more common in the past, but now there are fewer and fewer in this era.

Nalan Jingde sat down and waited for the spear to approach. When the spear stabbed in front of him like a white rainbow, Nalan Jingde stretched out his hand and bounced his finger.

clang!

The spear tip was shaken away by the huge force, and it was not walking along the line in front of Nalan Jingde, but floating past Nalan Jingde's ears.

Zhao Kaishan's tiger's mouth was numb. When he looked down, he saw that the tiger's mouth had been cracked.

The old man in front of him had no intention of murderous to him. Zhao Kaishan understood that according to the rules of the world, he should retreat at this time, but today he could not retreat. The gun was a weapon that opened and closed. Zhao Kaishan simply swung the long spear and swept the old man with a single stroke.

Nalan Jingde smiled slightly and pointed at him again.

Play again.

The spear that he slapped at his side face broke from the tip of the spear, bursting out inch by inch.

When Zhao Kaishan was in his hands, the gun had turned into powder.

"Xingyi Liuhe Gun, young man, who is Sun Wuzi?" asked Nalan Jingde.

Zhao Kaishan's hands trembled, but he still clasped his fists at Nalan Jingde and said, "In the fifth year of Xingyi, the master knew that I was learning boxing to kill people, so he never told me the name. I didn't want to implicate the master, and I never asked about the master's teachings. Before leaving, the master asked me to enter the ancestral hall. In the ancestral hall, he saw two portraits, one with a skinny bone, white and long beard, and I don't know if it was Sun Wukong the master mentioned."

Nalan Jingde smiled and nodded and said, "You can't be wrong. Those two portraits, Sun Houzi is your master, and the other one is surnamed Li, who should be your master. Back then, I met your master, and today I saw you again, which is also a fate. If you retreat, I won't kill you."

Zhao Kaishan shook his head.

Nalan Jingde smiled and said, "Can you stop me?"

Zhao Kaishan still shook his head.

Nalan Jingde laughed loudly, and he stretched out his hand to Xiao Ziyan beside him and said, "Ziyan, take a knife."

Liu Ziyan has been close to Grandpa Nalan since she was a child, so she naturally knew Grandpa Nalan's methods, but she had never seen Grandpa Nalan kill people since she was a child. In Xiao Ziyan's eyes, Grandpa Nalan is a rare Bodhisattva heart. On weekdays, a fly entered the house, and Grandpa Nalan just waved his hand and held it outside the door. In recent years, he followed Grandpa Nalan to visit old friends. Many people have to talk to Grandpa Nalan when they meet. Also, because Grandpa Nalan is a killer.

The person who killed someone to assassinate him wanted to make a name for himself, but no matter how powerful a master is, Grandpa Nalan is still enough to have a erhu. It was the last time that the little boy from the Lin family, Grandpa Nalan used the four flying swords, and he also had a delicate dagger in his arms. This dagger was handed over to him by Grandpa Nalan. The dagger was small and exquisite and beautiful. It was also inlaid with a huge ruby, which did not look like a murderous object, but a handicraft.

Zhao Kaishan in front of him, Grandpa Nalan broke his spear under two bombs. Even Xiao Ziyan, a person who is not proficient in martial arts, could see that the man in front of him trembled slightly. Grandpa Nalan wanted to kill him, but it was just a matter of thought.

Why use weapons?

But Xiao Ziyan has to listen to Nalan Jingde's words.

From that day on, I learned why Nalan Jingde came to Luoyang to kill the stinky brat in the Lin family, Xiao Ziyan swore that he would never be angry with Grandpa Nalan again, and would never secretly add salt to his dishes, and would never grab his hair. He liked to eat scallion pancakes he baked, and he didn't think it was dirty. As long as he wanted to eat them and was not afraid of greasy, he would bake them for him every day.

Xiao Ziyan took out a dagger and handed it to Grandpa Nalan.

Nalan Jingde took the dagger, put down the erhu that had been holding close to him and stood up.

Zhao Kaishan raised his hands as if facing a great enemy.

Nalan Jingde walked step by step towards Zhao Kaishan.

His pace is very slow.

But for Zhao Kaishan, it was like a mountain of Taishang.

"Xiao Ziyan, look forward to it." Nalan Jingde said.

After saying that, Nalan Jingde disappeared in front of Zhao Kaishan's eyes.

It appears again in front of Zhao Kaishan.

And the dagger in Nalan Jingde's hand.

Zhao Kaishan punched.

Nalan Jingde disappeared again, his movements were fast and slow, sometimes as fast as a afterimage, and sometimes his pace was slow, but Zhao Kaishan disappeared but could not touch the slightest part of the old man.

Zhao Kaishan made three punches in total.

After three punches, Nalan Jingde cut eighty-three times on Zhao Kaishan.

Avoid the key points.

When Zhao Kaishan fell down, he finally heard the old man say to him - fate is up to one's own.

Zhao Kaishan closed his eyes.

Nalan Jingde stepped forward and said to the room: "I'm here. Come out and die."
Chapter completed!