Not only was Feng Qingbai deprived of his weapon, but he was also almost stabbed in the heart with a sword-controlling technique. Instead of feeling extremely humiliated and furious, Feng Qingbai's eyes shone brightly, feeling that he was finally "somewhat interesting".
The rules of the rivers and lakes still need to be discussed. Feng Qingbai was rescued by Lu Fang and stood behind the famous "half sword fairy" and said thank you.
Looking at the handsome back of this man with swords in his sleeves, Feng Qingbai was a little envious. He only relied on his family background and sect to be where he is today. Although he has great talent, he still cannot afford to be "unparalleled" or "one hundred years old".
"Encounter" this kind of reputation.
Lu Fang is different.
A person like Lu Fang would be the best swordsman in any world.
Lu Fang, who had his back to Feng Qingbai, smiled and said, "You're welcome. If you are willing, I can continue to help you hold the battle, provided you have the courage to take back the sword."
Feng Qingbai stretched out his hand and rubbed his left shoulder. He felt helpless and shook his head: "It's not difficult up there, but unfortunately here, I'm destined to not be able to get that sword back."
Lu Fang nodded, "Then you can watch the battle nearby."
Feng Qingbai smiled knowingly and said: "The mountains are high and the rivers are long, and there will be rewards in the future."
On this trip, Feng Qingbai spent a huge favor from his master to help him go down to the Ten Thousand Mountains in a small boat. He became a self-awareness of the Immortal for more than ten years. He gave up his identity as a sword cultivator and stole a pair of skins with good foundation.
As a pure martial arts swordsman, starting from scratch and challenging masters from all walks of life, there are benefits, but it is far from enough for Feng Qingbai to achieve what his master calls "from far to near".
Before coming down, Feng Qingbai had a long talk with his master. In addition to swords, swordsmen also have their own flying swords. It is better to be far away. Even if they are separated by dozens of feet or hundreds of feet, they can kill people invisible. Swordsmen in the world must pay attention to one thing.
I am invincible within three feet, that is close.
Therefore, Feng Qingbai wanted to learn the art of swordsmanship from a close distance.
Fortunately, watching the white-robed swordsman and Lu Fang draw their swords was also a training exercise.
Feng Qingbai still has this vision and character.
As for today's victory or defeat, Feng Qingbai didn't care. In fact, most of the banished immortals did not come to this world for "invincibility" or "complete victory". It had more to do with their personal mental barriers.
Ya'er sat slumped against the wall, sweating profusely, barely able to stop the flow of blood. She didn't even dare to lower her head to look at the wound.
The Pipa woman who was smashed into the wall had her face covered in blood. After struggling, she finally fell to the ground. With her back against the wall, she stood up little by little and looked at her beloved Pipa, whom she had traveled with for so many years.
It was in tatters and she was really unable to pick it up. She didn't even look at the fighting on the street. She put one hand on the wall and staggered forward. The poor woman's face was horribly pale, as if she was going to a place she had to go.
Ma Xuan hasn't woken up yet, and he may never have a chance in this life.
A thin layer of sweat oozed from Zhou Shi's forehead. Just catching a glimpse of the white-robed swordsman wielding his sword from the corner of his eye made Zhou Shi's heart feel heavy and he was almost out of breath.
It is not easy to urge those beads to fall to the ground and take root. You need to cut them off first, take out a strand of Qi from the body, and pour the beads carefully.
Then according to the Immortal family formation diagram privately taught by his father Zhou Fei, using the method named "Slaying the Dragon", the beads were placed in a chess position like chess pieces, and then it was considered complete. During this period, there was no difference in one step.
Every bead contains "immortal energy" that Zhou Fei collected from all over the place. Zhou Fei once asked him to hold a magical weapon and shoot at will, but Zhou Shi could not hurt the bead at all.
This time he followed his father to the capital city of Nanyuan Kingdom. He always thought he was sure of victory, but he just wanted to join in the fun. He only needed to hide in the shadows behind his father and Old Demon Ding, sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers and watch the lives and deaths of others.
That was fine, but Ding Ying did not act according to common sense, forcing him to accompany Ya'er to personally take risks.
After his father died, there was still hope. But after Zhou Shi died, it would be as difficult as ascending to heaven to live up to his name and return to the world as Zhou Shi.
And with his father's temper, as long as Zhou Shi died in the middle of the road, he might not even bother to take a second look at his own body, and he would never spend the slightest thought.
The reason why Chen Ping'an did not pursue the victory was because, in addition to Lu Fang's interference, he was familiar with the weight of the long sword and the amount of infuriating energy required for its various flying trajectories. The more accurate the better, the sword master controls the sword.
, the so-called arm-like command has just crossed the threshold, and more importantly, it has reached a state of "spirit". This is a pseudo state of imitating the sword cultivator to control the flying sword of his own life, just like a poor copy and rubbing, but there are also fakes.
The true meaning is just as knowledgeable.
Lu Fang had actually been hesitating.
Because Old Demon Ding is nearby.
Once you choose to use all your strength to deal with the white-robed swordsman, you will easily be attacked by the perverse Ding Ying. Ding Ying never cares about the rules and status when he takes action. Maybe he will punch with all his strength against a low-level martial artist who doesn't like him.
.Furthermore, Lu Fang was worried about the safety of Hairpin Huarang Zhou Shi.
At this moment, Lu Fang and Chen Pingan were looking at the same place almost at the same time.
He was a tall and thin old Confucian scholar in blue shirt. He walked with a stern demeanor. He was clearly one of the few mountain masters in the world. However, he did not intervene in the confrontation between Chen Pingan and Lu Fang. Instead, he entered from the street.
We walked through the alley and went to the courtyard where Chen Pingan lived temporarily.
The national teacher Zhong Qiu faced Ding Ying.
If there is anyone in the world who dares to beat Old Demon Ding with two fists, and can still beat him to the point of being stunned, and is willing to fight to the death, it is not the immortal Yu Zhenyi who is vaguely a level above the martial arts category, let alone his Bird's-eye view Feng Lufang
, only planting in autumn.
In this way, Lu Fang really had no worries.
Lu Fang slowly unsheathed his sword. Every inch of Dachun's sword was unsheathed, an extra inch of dazzling light appeared in the world. It was so dazzling that even the smiling faces had to squint their eyes.
The skinny little girl who had always wished that no one could see her, huddled on the bench. When her smiling face was about to squint, she opened her eyes wide and carefully watched the sword light spread from one inch to two inches, with tears all over her face.
She didn't even flinch. When Dachun was halfway out of the sheath, she suddenly turned her head, feeling as if she was going blind. Even if she closed her eyes, her "eyes" were still white. She stretched out her small hands as thin as chicken feet,
Wipe face gently.
The reason why she stared at the man drawing the sword was because she simply thought the sight was very beautiful and she wanted to grab it in her hand.
Every time she walked next to the fragrant stall early in the morning, she would look at the various delicacies in the steamer with greedy eyes, and she would want to grab them and run away, find a place to hide, and throw them away when she was full.
No one else had enough to eat, and they all starved to death.
Zhong Qiu came outside the house, left the courtyard door open, and walked straight into it.
Ding Ying saw this martial artist who was the best in the world and practiced foreign martial arts to the extreme. He smiled and said: "We have been separated for sixty years. So, Zhong Qiu, you are in your seventies this year?"
Zhong Qiu glanced at the scene on the window and the movement in the side room, and frowned.
Ding Ying stood on the steps, not at all annoyed by Zhong Qiu's silence, but still took the initiative to speak, "You didn't believe what I said back then, do you believe it now?"
Ding Ying has seen all over the world, and for hundreds of years, there are only a handful of people who have gained the Dharma Eyes, and among those who can count, a few have died.
Planting autumn is one of them.
Everyone in the world thinks highly of Yu Zhenyi, and feels that Nanyuan Guoshi's planting in autumn is as high as high. Compared with Yu Zhenyi, the immortal man who left the top of the mountain and entered the sea of ​​clouds, he is still slightly inferior.
But Ding Ying never looked down on Yu Zhenyi, but he only admired Zhong Qiu.
Sixty years ago, in the chaotic war in Nanyuan Kingdom, Ding Ying was a player in the game from beginning to end. Yu Zhenyi and Zhong Qiu were just teenagers fishing in troubled waters by chance. After the war ended, Ding Ying once met the two inseparable people.
He threatened that Zhong Qiu would become a master in the future.
Zhong Qiu asked Ding Ying two questions.
"What on earth are you going to do?"
"What are we doing?"
"Let's sit down and talk." Ding Ying sat on the small bench, waved his sleeves, and floated another small bench next to Zhong Qiu. After the latter sat down, Ding Ying said slowly: "Before I answer two questions,
, let me ask you first, do you know where you are?"
Zhongqiu looked solemn, "There is a sky outside the sky, I know it."
Ding Ying smiled and nodded, "Compared to you looking for clues about the banished immortals from secret files, I want to be more direct. In the past sixty years, I have personally killed many banished immortals. Some have awakened, and some have not yet awakened. From their mouths
Asked a lot of things."
He stamped his feet, "What we have here is called the Lotus Flower Blessed Land. It is one of the seventy-two blessed lands. The territory of the Four Kingdoms, plus those territories that have not yet been opened up, we think it is very big, and the banished immortals will think it is too small. According to them
According to the theory, our Lotus Root Blessed Land can only be regarded as a medium blessed land. In addition to the most important spiritual energy abundance, the number of people is also very important in determining the grade of the Blessed Land. The Lotus Root Blessed Land is actually not very vast, but the soil on this land is
, there are many talented people in martial arts, and it has always been an excellent place for immortals to experience their mental state."
Although Zhong Qiu has been pursuing the truth for many years and has long made speculations, but after hearing Ding Ying's revelation with his own ears, the state of mind of the ancient master also changed, and there was still some anger on his face.
It wasn't until this moment that Zhong Qiu began to understand Yu Zhenyi's pressure.
Because he practiced immortal magic, Yu Zhenyi stood taller and saw farther than anyone else except Ding Ying. Therefore, he had a kind of indifference to the disputes in the rivers and lakes, and even the changes in the temples of the Four Kingdoms, which outsiders could not imagine.
Ding Ying smiled and said: "But the really strange thing about this lotus root blessed land is because of one..."
At this point, Ding Ying stopped laughing and looked up at the sky, "Human? Immortal?"
Ding Ying continued: "It is said that it is much more difficult to enter our place than other blessed places. It depends on the guy's mood, or in other words, his eyesight. In the hometown of the so-called immortals, compared to a place called Yu Guizong
The sect, the blessed land of Yunku and Tongyezhou, a blessed land of lotus roots, has little reputation, and few deeds have been reported. If Zhou Fei, Lu Fang and others are descendants of aristocratic families who were sent to other places to serve as officials, their
The official career is step-by-step, but more often than not, some guys get in by mistake. Whether they can get out or not depends only on luck."
To be continued...