Chen Ping'an went all the way south alone to dig the formation. Wherever he went, spells and spiritual weapons poured down, and bursts of heavy rain fell.
Then Chen Ping'an finally encountered a tough guy. He was a short man wearing a bright red chainmail. He also wore a purple gold crown with phoenix wings and two extremely long feathers of a long-tailed pheasant, just like those on the market stage in the world.
fancy outfits.
Anyone who dares to show off like this on the battlefield of the Sword Qi Great Wall must not be afraid of death, but must also have the qualifications to not be afraid of death. This demon monk is extremely fast, almost like a shrunk figure, and in the blink of an eye he comes from several miles away.
When he reached Chen Pingan's side, he punched Chen Pingan directly to break through Chen Pingan's strong fist protection, and hit Chen Pingan's temple, sending Chen Pingan flying dozens of feet away.
Chen Pingan slapped the ground with his palm, spun around, stood up and stood still, and the latter followed him like a shadow, exchanging punches with Chen Pingan.
Both sides slid out almost at the same time, plowing a ravine up to his knees on the ground. The latter shook the wrist of his right hand that punched, pulled off a feather with two fingers of his left hand, and spoke in the dialect of Jianqi Great Wall.
, "Are you the new Yinguan? Wufu has traveled far away? His fists are not light. No wonder he lost to Cao Ci three times and then defeated Yu Xuanfu three times."
He raised his right hand and signaled the surrounding monster army to retreat, leaving the battlefield to himself and the young hidden officer of the Sword Qi Great Wall.
Chen Ping'an stretched out his thumb, wiped away the bloodshot eyes at the corner of his mouth, and then rubbed one temple with his palm. The strength was really strong. His opponent should be a mountain-top realm, a warrior realm of the demon clan, relying on the advantage of his innate physical toughness, so
They are all relatively unremarkable. It's just that a ninth-level martial artist with a martial destiny shouldn't risk his death like this. No matter what he wears or punches, his opponents are too "indifferent".
Chen Pingan soon understood, and rarely spoke to the enemy on the battlefield, "Are you the strongest eighth-level martial artist in the wild world? Are you looking for an opportunity to break through the realm and gain martial luck?"
The short man let go of the quill in his hand, bounced it up, nodded and smiled: "How about it? Let's have a fist fight? If I say that no one will interfere, you won't believe it, and I probably won't care either.
There are some sneaky sword cultivators living here, it doesn’t matter, as long as you nod, in the next martial arts fight, anyone who hinders me from punching, including you, will be my enemy, so I will kill them all.”
Chen Pingan stretched out his hand, pointed to the Sword Qi Great Wall, and said with a smile: "There is a senior from the Nine Realms in the city who taught me boxing. You can go over there and ask about boxing."
The short man's eyes were gloomy and he was very sincere, but this young hidden official who was now famous was very dishonest.
Chen Ping'an said: "Finally, let me have a few words with you. No matter who a warrior loses to, even if he is Cao Ci, defeating is honorable. Losing is a loss. From this, it can be seen that the most powerful warrior in the wild world is a loser.
Being a warrior who travels far and wide, regardless of whether his fists are strong or not, but only his spirit and heart, is really not that good. If you get the word 'strongest' and reach the ninth realm, it will be a big joke."
The dialogue between the two parties is actually meaningless.
It's just that their calculations are not small. The short man pretended to be heroic and wanted to challenge Chen Ping'an alone. He just wanted to use the young Yin Guan as a stepping stone in martial arts. Once he broke through, in addition to the martial arts gifts in the wild world, he could also seize them.
A piece of martial arts heritage of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
As for Chen Pingan, of course he is secretly looking for the number one Hundred Sword Immortal in the wild world. The saints of the three religions have created the golden river twice before. Chen Pingan went out to fight in the city twice and dealt with each other. The fight seemed to be on point.
So far, they have not used their full strength, but the details are intertwined. Whoever makes a mistake in a certain link first will die, and the method of death is destined to not be so generous and heroic, and will only make the spectators who are not high-level.
Xiu felt baffled.
The short man seemed to have lost his interest in scheming, and gently teased the gravel on the ground with his boots, "I'm done standing and chatting. I'll give you a chance to lie down and talk later. By the way, my name is Hou Kuimen."
Chen Pingan put one hand behind his back, turned his head slightly, stretched out his finger, and pointed at his temple, indicating that he could punch him again here.
Suddenly I got an idea, I might give it a try.
The prerequisite for giving it a try is to let the other person try it first.
Hou Kuimen would naturally not be polite.
After Hou Kuimen punched out, he hesitated for a moment and did not pursue the victory. He just stood there and looked at the young man who was sent flying by his punch.
The young man who did not dodge or fight back at all stomped on the ground, stopped his body, and looked at Hou Kuimen with a smile, with a slight sarcasm in his expression.
Hou Kuimen was just worried about being deceived, so he withdrew his strength a little.
A young hidden official who was famous for his calculations in the 60th Army would not be stupid enough to be beaten to death by himself while standing.
So after a successful punch, there was a trace of regret. If this punch was not a test, but delivered with all his strength, would that young man still be standing now?
But why did the other party forcefully punch me?
Chen Pingan pointed to his heart and said, "Punch again."
Hou Kuimen raised his arms and twirled the feathers with both fingers. His attire, the bright red chain mail, the purple gold crown and the two shining feathers, were not ordinary mountain utensils, but a complete set of It is a treasure of ancient military strategists, but its appearance has changed after refining. It is a half-immortal soldier with both offensive and defensive qualities. It is called a sword cage and can detain the flying sword of the sword immortal for a moment. Once the sword immortal has lost his flying sword, he will be close to him. If you don't have a good body, then you have to compete with him, Hou Kuimen, in terms of physique.
Hou Kuimen let go of the two feathers, and in a flash, he came to the fellow warrior who wanted to die. He punched out, and then the young Yinguan fell into the distance.
Chen Pingan stood up, spit out a mouthful of blood, glanced at Hou Kuimen, and cursed in the dialect of his hometown town.
He originally planned to let this eighth-level peak martial artist help him break the seventh-level bottleneck, but he never thought that Hou Kuimen would punch twice, both times, which made Chen, who was used to the weight of Li Er's fist at Shizi Peak in Luzhou, Beiju. Peace, it's like getting two slaps on the face from a woman in vain.
In today's Sword Qi Great Wall, there is a fair saying that it depends on the young hidden people.
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Beating someone, or watching him being beaten, is both a pleasing thing to watch.
Nahou Kuimen looked complicated.
Chen Ping'an asked in the elegant language of the wild world: "Do you want to kill Yin Guan to achieve meritorious service, or do you want to fight with the martial artist to break through the situation?!"
Hou Kuimen took a deep breath, knocked lightly with his fists, and said in a deep voice: "For the last punch, if you don't die, I will lose. Chen Pingan, I know you also want something, it doesn't matter, it all depends on who has better punching skills. Gao! Just fight back with this punch."
Chen Pingan frowned.
Vaguely, Hou Kuimen's majestic fist energy condensed a vague atmosphere around him, like a saint sitting in a small world.
In his early years at Shujian Lake, when he traveled with Zhang Dao of Qingxia Island, Chen Ping'an discovered that he could vaguely see some signs.
Chen Pingan shook his sleeves, rolled up his sleeves and stretched them gently.
A moment.
On the battlefield where the young Yinguan and Hou Kuimen were standing, the dust was flying, covering the sky and the sun.
The wind and sand all over the sky were mixed with fine fists that shot out in all directions, like thousands of tiny flying swords splashing out in chaos.
An instant later, the ground trembled and the wind and sand scattered. Nahou Kuimen was seen covering his neck with one hand, blood seeping out from between his fingers, making a fist with the other hand, and looking around.
Finally, Hou Kuimen saw a demon monk behind him. The young hermit pierced the sword cultivator's back vest with the dagger in his left hand, and then lightly touched his neck with the dagger in his right hand.
Hou Kuimen could no longer speak smoothly and said vaguely: "Chen Ping'an, as a hidden official, I have personally experienced your skills, but as a pure martial artist, it is really disappointing, so disappointing to me."
It turned out that the young Yinguan had punched Hou Kuimen before, but he pulled out a knife from his sleeve and stabbed directly into the latter's neck from bottom to top. Not only that, he slapped the handle of the knife with his left hand, and if Hou Kuimen hadn't stepped on him hard,
He stood on the ground, raised his body, and then retreated a few steps. His lips and tongue were almost torn apart by the sharp blade, and then his head was stabbed on the spot by the tip of the knife.
If a pure martial artist in the world, without the support of his natural tough body, was seriously injured, he would definitely be unable to speak a word.
Chen Ping'an gently pushed away the body of the dead swordsman in front of him, gathered his voices into a line, and smiled with Hou Kuimen: "You have punched three times, which one is consistent with the status of a pure martial artist. If you are the first
Boxing is pure enough, I don't mind exchanging three punches with you, maybe we can break through each other, that's the real life and death, it just depends on the level of the boxing."
When Chen Ping'an appeared, a large area of ​​​​empty space was vacated on the battlefield.
The young Yin Guan held a short knife in both hands, gently released it, and then held it gently.
This is a little habit I learned from Yu Lu.
As for the sword-holding posture, it was derived from a sword-wielding posture seen at Jianshui Villa in Shushui Kingdom. In fact, assassin swordsmen also did this in the rivers and lakes under the mountain, but in Chen Pingan's eyes, it was not meaningful enough and was just a deadbeat.
In the end, Hou Kuimen only knew the young hidden official and was not very clear about Chen Ping'an's fighting habits.
When he started dragging his feet, he must be looking for some backup plan.
Otherwise, all words will only be spoken after the separation of life and death.
Hou Kuimen did not retreat, and his fist power increased instead of decreasing, which was very good.
Chen Pingan put away the pair of swords obtained from the assassins of Gelu Mountain in Beiju Luzhou and put them into his sleeves and stood still.
Hou Kuimen did not know what kind of secret technique he had cast. The blood around his neck stopped flowing and his arms drooped, motionless.
This is the state of mind that a true martial arts martial artist should have.
After that, wherever the two figures go, they will definitely cause disaster to a large area of ​​pond fish.
The two pure warriors, each at the bottleneck of martial arts, were like two swordsmen flying swords, cutting the battlefield wantonly, leaving broken limbs and corpses all over the ground.
Hou Kuimen's punches became more and more "brisk", but his punches became more and more intense.
All fists and fists have the rudiments of the martial arts of the Nine Realms. This is a great opportunity to break through the realm.
For some reason, the young Yin Guan, who was already recognized as a swordsman, never used his flying sword, or even used any of the long swords in the sword box behind his back.
Far away from the battlefield, a "middle-aged man" who was a comrade of the young Yin Guan seemed to be swarmed by the monster army, rushing towards the Sword Qi Great Wall. He had been paying attention to Chen Pingan and Hou
I have roughly seen some clues about the fighting in Kuimen, and I am hesitating whether to mess up Chen Ping'an's plan.
But when he scanned several directions and found that the distance was not close, he gave up the attack and stopped competing with the talented Jia Shen Tent.
To be continued...