Cao Jun looked at the messy gadgets, like a phalanx of heavily armored infantry on the battlefield, surrounding coach Li Xisheng like a metal barrel.
Cao Jun saw a clue and said in admiration: "You must be very good at chess, and you must be proficient in the Yin Yang family's divination."
Because with the cultivation level of a Six Realm Qigong Practitioner, the scholar in green shirt could only control so many objects at once unless he was the reincarnation of an immortal at the level of the originator of the Three Religions. However, the scholar in front of him was obviously opportunistic. Every time he defended against the White Fish Flying Sword
The trajectory and breakthrough point of the flying sword have been roughly calculated. Therefore, in addition to maintaining the spring leaves and autumn wind, the area where the scholar really needs to infuse spiritual energy is not too big.
This is like a city offensive and defensive battle. Cao Jun's side is powerful, but the troops are not enough, so he can only focus on one city wall. The scholar seems to have defenders on all four walls, but in fact, they are empty on three sides.
All you need to do is predict the future and accurately calculate Cao Jun's attack direction every time, and you will be able to defend with ease.
Cao Jun's mind moved, and the Snow White Flying Sword withdrew from the battlefield and returned to its owner. Cao Jun glanced lightly. The tip and blade of the sword were somewhat worn, and the loss was more than expected. Fortunately, the sword contained in the White Fish Dagger
Intention, after hundreds of times of sharpening and polishing, the sword intention has improved, and in the final analysis, it has been a profitable business.
Cao Jun was a little entangled in his heart. Emperor Da Li did not dare to fight with the forces behind the Three Religions for Qi Jingchun, but for a Qi practitioner of his own who was expected to reach the upper five realms, he broke up with the Cao family who had already taken root in other continents.
Shameless, most likely willing.
Cao Jun hesitated for the first time, put the white fish back into the scabbard, and at the same time held the hilt of another sword, named Mo Chi.
He deliberately looked annoyed and said: "Don't be a coward if you have the ability!"
Li Xisheng smiled and asked: "Are you capable of being a coward?"
Cao Jun was choked to death. He was once a genius swordsman who had high hopes from the swordsman of Yizhou. He pursued unparalleled vigor and killing power. Of course, he had neither the ability nor the interest to fight back like the scholar in green shirt in front of him.
If you don't retaliate, you will rely on a lot of weird junk to defend the city wall and never take the initiative to attack.
Someone once described the sword cultivator himself as a light horse, coming and going like the wind, with lightning speed, and the flying sword is like a crossbow. They meet people on narrow roads and fight in small groups. The enemy is often dead when they meet each other. As for a land swordsman who has reached the fifth realm
The lethality of a flying sword on the battlefield is like that of a crossbow. Even if it is just quietly placed at the top of the city, it is a huge deterrent to the enemy.
The military monk is a heavy cavalry. Once his momentum and energy are raised to the peak, he will be like a charging heavy cavalry, capable of both offense and defense, and invincible in breaking formations.
As for the pure warriors who are regarded as hopeless by the mountains, they are just heavy armored infantry with average lethality. Even the masters of the eighth realm of far-reaching realm can ride the wind. If they fail to kill them in a short-distance burst,
If you are an enemy, once you are distanced by the Qi Practitioner and fall into a protracted battle, you will be far unable to compete with the Qi Practitioner.
When Li Xisheng saw that Cao Jun was silent, he stretched out his hand and gently moved some small thunders in front of him. The autumn wind moved slowly, making his field of vision clearer. Li Xisheng took the initiative and said: "The truth of your sword is not explained thoroughly."
The implication is that he is willing to listen to Mo Chi's reasoning.
Cao Jun gently rubbed his cheeks with both hands, "What you say is really unpleasant, but I admit that you have the qualifications. I have a suggestion. You can consider it. Let's have a life and death battle. All consequences are at your own risk.
It has nothing to do with home and country, so what? Do you dare to take a gamble with me?"
Li Xisheng shook his head and said: "You have seen that I am not good at attacking at all, so you are actually invincible from beginning to end."
I don't mind leaking the details at all.
Cao Jun said helplessly: "Are you honest or short-minded?"
Cao Jun looked at the young scholar, and for no reason he thought of one of the most remarkable scholars in Nanbosu, the head of the family of the Chen family.
It is said that the old man Chen, who studied at Mo University, hid the breeze in his sleeves, carried the bright moon on one shoulder, and the red sun on the other.
Cao Jun put away his thoughts and turned around to look around. He saw a bright red little fox, standing on its own legs on the eaves of an old house in Mubo Lane. He said to Cao Jun: "My ancestors asked me to tell you.
, I want you to stop it, if you are beaten to death by Ruan Qiong, he will find a place here and bury you, so that you can finally return to your roots."
Cao Jun looked disgusted, "What? Say it again!"
The little fox coughed, and instantly changed from a gentle and elegant look to a ferocious look. He put his hands on his hips and cursed, "That old bastard Cao Xi, I tell you, this little son of a bitch, to stop immediately. If you offend the blacksmith named Ruan, you will be punished."
Beat him to a puddle, and he won't help you get revenge. There are hundreds of direct descendants, so he can't help you. He also said that it's a pity that your wife hasn't married yet, otherwise he wouldn't let me persuade you to stop.
, it’s best to beat someone to death so that he can take advantage of it.”
Cao Jun looked calm, nodded and said, "That's right. That's the tone of an old bastard."
Li Xisheng didn't care about this, "If you don't want to fight, please give way."
"No fight, no fight, I can't kill you, you can't kill me, how boring."
Cao Jun smiled and said: "Go to the blacksmith shop and have a look to pay homage to the saint."
Cao Jun's figure rose from the ground, soared into the sky, and then plummeted toward the blacksmith's shop.
As for the bullshit rule in Longquan County that you are not allowed to control the wind and volley without permission, Cao Jun really doesn't take it to heart.
The result was a loud bang.
Cao Jun suddenly flew backwards like a meteor. When he finally stopped, he was already hundreds of miles away. He had rolled countless times in the sea of ​​clouds and was sitting cross-legged in the air. He was vomiting blood.
His face was as stern as gold paper. He did not become angry or frustrated, but showed his habitual smile, "The guys who came out of Fengxue Temple really have bad tempers. I just don't know if the Wei and Jin Dynasties in Shenxiantai will do it."
Will it surprise people?"
The fox with bright red fur circled around Cao Jun and gloated: "Are you suffering?"
Cao Jun smiled and said: "He's not dead."
The fox clicked his tongue and said: "The ability to bully the weak and fear the strong should follow Cao Xi."
Cao Jun said: "If you don't bully the weak and fear the strong, do you still bully the strong and fear the weak? Are you mentally ill?"
The fox didn't take it seriously, raised a paw to scratch his chin, stood on tiptoes, and looked at the town, "What do you think of that weird sword embryo that I couldn't grab?"
Cao Jun said with a dark face: "You still have the nerve to say that? If you weren't encouraging me to kill people and seize treasures, the most I could do was a fair deal with that boy."
The flaming red fox said with a serious face: "As a human being, you must stick to your heart. No matter what you do outside, you should continue to stick to it when you get to Xiaolongquan County. But even if there is a military saint of the eleventh level, you will follow behind.
Ancestors of sword cultivators at the eleventh realm? One has the right time and place, and the other has a magical weapon. They are both unreasonable things among Qi practitioners. They are evenly matched. If they fight, and you watch from the sidelines, maybe there will be something.
If you understand it clearly, why not do it?"
Cao Jun sneered and said: "As for Cao Xi's temper, if I calculate an inch against him, he can take back a foot."
The flaming red fox doesn't care about any pot, and repeats the old tune: "The worst thing is, let him sleep with your wife a few times in the future, are you afraid of eggs?!"
Cao Jun remained silent and kept smiling, staring at the fox. The young swordsman's smile did not waver at all.
The fox pretended to be surprised and said: "Wow, I'm really angry. Cao Jun, who has been a fool for a hundred years, actually has some serious moments?"
Cao Jun smiled and said: "When I was free to fight mosquitoes and flies, I suddenly got up and killed all the mosquitoes and flies."
The white fish comes out of its sheath, and a rainbow suddenly appears.
The fiery red fox's head was raised high, but no blood was seen splattering.
The head was still talking: "Oh, the speed of this sword is as slow as a turtle moving. It's really embarrassing for him to be a genius swordsman."
The headless body walked struttingly, twisting its buttocks, completely ignoring the white fish's flying sword that penetrated the body again and again. The head in the air continued to provoke: "You embroidery needle is tickling,"
In the sky, sword light splashed violently, and white rainbows crisscrossed the sky.
Not to mention the body that had been cut into seventeen or eight pieces, even the head had been transformed into eight petals. But when the White Fish Flying Sword showed a trace of stagnation, the fox returned to its whole body in an instant.
This cycle repeats over and over again.
Finally, Cao Jun sighed and sheathed his sword.
The fox twisted his neck, walked to Cao Jun and sat down, "Young man, you can speak as loudly as you want."
Cao Jun nodded and said, "That makes sense. I'll listen to you."
"In that case, when you get your wife in, will you let me sleep with you? Anyway, she is a girl and I am a mother. It's hard to say who will take advantage of whom."
The fox began to behave like a monster again and said sarcastically: "Wow, our number one sword immortal embryo in Nan Po Sua 100 years ago, now the Nine Realm Great Sword Cultivator, is he suddenly so obedient today?"
"Young" Cao Jun, who turned out to be a hundred years old, looked up into the distance, pursed his lips, and turned a deaf ear to the fox's sarcasm in his ears.
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Chen Pingan quickly ran to Li Xisheng and said worriedly: "Are you okay?"
Li Xisheng smiled and said: "It was my first fight and I met a swordsman. I was actually quite panicked, but the result was not bad."
Chen Pingan was relieved.
The silver ingot sword embryo in his sleeve has returned to silence. After Cao Jun left, it no longer was hot and trembling.
The boy in green suddenly jumped forward and hugged Chen Ping'an's waist, "It's terrible, it's terrible! I guessed it right. If you accidentally walk on the road, you will be beaten to death. This town can't wait for you."
No, sir, please do me a favor and let me go to Mount Luopo to practice. I promise, I swear that from today on, I will practice diligently, day and night, not to mention eating the rosy clouds and drinking dew, or just eating grass roots in Luopo Mountain.
Chewing mud, I will do it!"
To be continued...