Chapter 61 Ten Mile Changting Killing Finger Xuanshang
Chapter 61: Killing Zhixuan in Ten Miles Long Pavilion (Part 1)
Ten miles outside Jingzhou City, there is a long pavilion, named Shili Pavilion.
Tang Hui was already in the ten-mile long pavilion, with spiritual energy flowing throughout his body, adjusting himself to the best condition.
The old man in sheepskin fur rode the donkey upside down and swayed leisurely out of the city. For the first time, the old man in sheepskin fur did not pick his feet and nose, but patted the donkey's butt and said: "Old man, I thought I was in my twilight years.
The final battle will be given to that old bastard from Beihai Emperor Wu City. Today’s battle is a bit mysterious.”
The stubborn donkey turned its head slightly, showed a humane smile, opened its two neat rows of white teeth and said: "Old man, you are just living a good life. If you have to challenge the great demon in disguise, it seems I have to collect the body for you.
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There are roughly four types of demon cultivators, namely, enlightenment and channeling, small demons through magic, large demons in form, and demon kings who form pills.
Since this stubborn donkey can speak and speaks fluently, at least he is a monster who has been in the Dharma Realm for decades. As for Tang Hui, who can tell at a glance that he is a big monster in disguise, he doesn't know what magical powers or magic skills he has.
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"Haha." The sheep-skin fur old man said nonchalantly: "Don't forget to bring me a bottle of rice wine to my grave every Qingming Festival and Double Ninth Festival. I just want that sip."
The stubborn donkey pursed his lips and said: "Yellow wine doesn't cost money. After all, you are also the second best sword demon in the world. You should keep some gold bars, silver notes, silver ingots, etc., until I can practice my transformation."
Big demon, I will go to your grave."
The old man in sheepskin fur patted the sword box on his back and said slowly: "All my wealth is here. I am alone. If I die, I will die. No matter where I am, I will be buried."
"Hey, hey, hey." Donkey was unhappy and said, "Those scraps of scrap iron can be exchanged for a few copper plates and a few bottles of rice wine. You should cheer up and kill him with three or five swords.
Let’s go drink rice wine.”
The old man in sheepskin fur stopped talking, slapped the donkey's butt and bounced to the ground. With a solemn expression on his face, he began to gather momentum and move very slowly.
The first step is less than half that of an ordinary person.
The second step is a little faster, just like ordinary people.
The third step is already two steps away from ordinary people.
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And so on.
Between the sky and the earth, a thunderbolt rushed towards Shili Pavilion.
From the post road outside the city to the ten-mile long pavilion, there was still a full five or six miles left. That silhouette broke countless towering trees and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The five fingers of his right hand were like hooks and he pushed out with a palm of his left hand.
Tang Hui showed off his master's style, his lower body remained motionless, claw to claw, palm to palm, and he fought head-on with the thundering old man in sheepskin fur. There was no change in the weather, no flying sand and rocks. At this time, Tang Hui's upper body remained motionless.
The bottom plate is sunk deep into the floor.
The old man in sheepskin fur flew back, landed on the ground, took three big steps back, then stopped and laughed loudly, "Okay, okay, okay, come on, come on."
The old man in sheepskin fur patted the yellow pear wood sword box behind him, and a three-foot long sword flew out automatically. The old man in sheepskin fur raised his feet slightly, held the three-foot long sword flying into the sky with one hand, and stroked the sword of the three-foot long sword.
As if caressing the cheek of a lover, he said warmly: "I have spent my whole life infatuated with swords. This sword is three feet and three inches long. It is made of cold iron. It weighs sixty kilograms. It is named Shadong. It is the first sword I have collected.
A famous sword."
The old man in sheepskin fur held the killing winter in his hand, and gently drew a half-arc in the direction of Tang Hui, the ten-mile long pavilion.
Tang Hui suddenly pulled out his legs that were sunk into the floor, jumped up high, and held the beam of Shili Changting Pavilion with one hand. This semi-arc sword energy instantly split the red paint column on the left side of Shili Changting Pavilion, splitting the red
The column still shot straight into the sky for more than ten feet before slowly dissipating.
Half of the ten-mile-long pavilion fell sideways, and some tiles and splinters of wood bounced a few feet away from Tang Hui.
Of course, Tang Hui would not fall with the collapsed pavilion. He stepped out of the collapsed ten-mile pavilion with his feet in the void. The five-foot Longquan Sword was already in his hand between his eyebrows. For the first time, he actually held the Longquan Sword, and his spiritual power continued to flow.
Entering the Houtian Lingbao Longquan Sword, the pattern of the nine-clawed golden dragon on the Longquan sword is vivid and ready to burst out.
Moreover, the first sword of the old man in sheepskin fur is more of a greeting than a fight. It has the feeling that everyone in Kendo always greets guests first and then fights. After reaching Zhixuan, the control of Qi is much higher than that of King Kong. Sheepskin
After Old Man Qiu strikes out with one sword, as long as the opponent fights head-on, of course it is not possible to accurately infer the depth of the opponent's realm, but he can clearly know what level of cultivation the opponent is at. Then the second and third swords thrown out after that will definitely not be enough.
Under this, it will be more beneficial to his sword's heart.
It's a pity that Tang Hui just dodged and didn't make a direct connection.
The old man with the sheepskin fur was holding the sword twenty feet away from his hand. The sword's energy was much higher than that of the first sword. The tip of the sword was slightly raised, and it swiped towards Tang Hui diagonally.
Tang Hui Lingtai's sea of consciousness opened up, and he suddenly locked onto the arrow of Shadong that was passing by at an angle. The speed of Shadong's flight was slightly stagnant. Tang Hui stretched out a hand to hold the hilt of the sword of Shadong. The long sword trembled incessantly and was full of moans.
The old man in sheepskin fur patted the huanghuali wood sword box again, and the second sword flew towards Tang Hui. Instead of being panicked because Tang Hui caught the first one, he smiled knowingly. This sword is named Baishou, and the world is white.
The sword and the sword spirit are already separated when they come out of the box. If only one of them is broken, it will not matter the overall situation.
The old sheepskin fur man's second sword pointed at Tang Hui's throat, but the sword energy was drawn towards Tang Hui's heart, and Prime Minister Bai was inseparable. As long as Tang Hui took action in a hurry, he would not be able to inflict any blow or energy on Bai Shou.
The opportunity can be transferred to the sword energy. This is the essence of Baishou Yijian. If you are the first to notice the existence of the sword energy and block the sword energy, the same is true.
Tang Hui suddenly clenched his five fingers, his palm dripping with blood, and Shadong was cracked; at the same time, he aimed the long sword in his hand at Bai Shou, who was flying towards him, and slashed down with his sword.
He lost all his energy and fell to the ground unwillingly. But his methods were sharp, and it was like adding fuel to the fire to the sword energy lurking in the dark.
Sure enough, ginger is still spicier.
"Puff puff……"
Several rays of sword energy hit Tang Hui's heart. Tang Hui grinned, and the Dantian in his heart opened wide. He actually absorbed all the sword energy and then strangled him invisible.
The pupils of the old man in sheepskin fur shrank slightly. This man actually tempered his heart into his Dantian, and he was very eccentric.
The corner of Tang Hui's mouth curled up into a smile, and the sword energy of the Longquan Sword in his hand surged by more than ten feet. It was as thick as the mouth of a bowl, trailing like a comet, and its momentum was overwhelming.
It was a trick he learned secretly while fighting against Chu Xiaotian, who was ranked fourth in the martial arts rankings in the world.
For Tang Hui, who has great spiritual power in the realm of transformation, the moves of ordinary people can basically be understood at a glance and can be understood by analogy.
The old man in sheepskin fur was shocked. He suddenly patted the huanghuali wood sword box again and took out the third sword beacon.
At the same time, Tang Hui, who was holding the long sword, released the hilt of the sword and threw the Longquan sword and sword energy at the old man in sheepskin fur. In fact, it was more like smashing it.
The sword and sword spirit are like a painter splashing freehand ink.
The sword energy was so strong that the old man's third sword, Fengsui, was already ground to powder before he had accomplished anything. The old man's swords, Yangchun Yangchun and Wugentianshui, flew out of the sword box.
It was only a few inches off the ground, and he walked forward for more than a foot. After he stopped, he twisted his toes. The pair of straw sandals slid on the ground, bringing up a burst of mud. He brought back the sword with his left hand, and first held the sword in front of his chest with his right hand.
, and then downwards, the tip of the sword changed from downward to raised. This raised sword touched the bottom of the sword energy. The long sword in the old man's hand gradually bent, and gradually became stronger and turned into a sword-breaking style.
The tip of the sword was no higher than the head. With a slight shout, the condensed sword was lifted over the top of the head and fell backwards, falling on the post road, creating a bottomless pit.
The sword of the old man in sheepskin fur was not straightened, and always maintained a slightly bent sword-breaking posture. He let go and abandoned the sword. Without waiting for his thin waist to fall, the tip of the left-hand sword hit the middle of the long sword that was hovering in the air, making a clanging sound.
, like a temple morning bell that suddenly rang, melodious and loud, Tang Hui moved forward unhurriedly, stretched out his arm and waved his hand, blocking the wisp of sword energy that came from the sword.
The old man in sheepskin fur quickly turned from a straight collision to a horizontal blow, and the second sound was like a twilight drum, extremely dull. He came to beat the bell in the morning and beat the drum at night, and the sound of the drum was a murderous bell. These two swords were what the old man in sheepskin fur used twenty years ago.
I quietly set foot in the world, and while traveling around, I stayed in an unknown ancient temple and realized it after listening to the morning bells and evening drums. The old man in sheepskin fur repeated the boring knocking without stopping, one hundred and eight times in an instant.
Tang Hui kept walking straight forward, and in the end he didn't even raise his hand. There were constant banging and cracking sounds in front of him, and everywhere he passed was destroyed by the sound of bells, drums and swords. It originally meant playing drums and listening to the sound.
, you should return quickly and do not violate the prohibition.
But Tang Hui's six dantians were in full swing, and the sea of consciousness on the Lingtai was fully activated. What did the little noisy sound of bells, drums, and swords mean?
The swords of the old man in sheepskin fur finally couldn't withstand the extremely powerful collision. The swords broke and fell to the ground. The old man in sheepskin fur did not take the sword from the sword box again, but pinched the sword formula, and the handprints of the sword formula were like Buddha and Tao. The sword came out.
The three long swords were unsheathed one after another, jumping up from the sword cases one after another, like a rainbow falling on Tang Hui's head.
The old man with sheepskin fur had his beard and hair spread out, the sheepskin fur on his body was fluttering violently, and his feet sank a foot into the ground. Tang Hui was simply arrogant to the point of being unreasonable. He put his hands behind his back and stepped down with one foot, smashing the bluestone slab, and the gravel flew up every time.
When a sword struck him, he was deflected by a stone a few feet away. In the thirty steps of Tang Hui, the three swords had returned more than sixty times without success. The tip of the sword had already broken, and he and the sheepskin fur
The distance between the old man and the old man has shortened to less than ten feet.
The old man in sheepskin fur pressed his hands down, and three sharp swords with only half the original length were stabbed at Tang Hui at the same time. In the dying struggle, Tang Hui brushed it with one hand, and lightly held the three flying swords at the end of the strong crossbow in the palm of his hand, and continued
Slowly moving forward, it was just different from the first sword killing Dong, whose sword body was crushed by him on the spot. The three swords in his palm not only did not cut off the vitality, but the sword energy was like bamboo shoots springing up after a rain, growing vigorously. Tang Hui looked down while he was slowly walking, even if he noticed
He didn't respond to the sight of a snake swallowing an elephant in the palm of his hand. The sword energy of the three swords sprouted and took root in his palm.
The old man in sheepskin fur narrowed his eyes and took out a long sword with a tassel hanging from the sword case. The sword was as clear as a mirror, so it was named Zhao Bing. When he carried hundreds of swords to the Emperor Wu City in Beihai, the old man in sheepskin fur was just entering the world for the first time.
He is a rookie in the swordsman world, and the one from Emperor Wu City is already recognized as the number one in the world, but how did the old man with the sheepskin fur ever take even half a step back?
The sword in his hand is the first sword that the old man Yangpiqiu forged himself after retreating into seclusion. Every swordsman is a swordsmith, and they have to make their own swords in the sword furnace. The old man Yangpiqiu Zhaobang is here
The hand is full of heroic spirit, and the sword's heart becomes clearer.
Tang Hui walked forward step by step, seemingly not taking the initiative, because he was forced by the situation, but the old man's heart was not at ease. He kept walking, and the more he walked, the more leisurely he walked, which disturbed the old man's state of mind.
The greater the reason, the old man in sheepskin fur did not take his sword, but took out his sword alone. This was not a silent regard for Tang Hui.
When the old man in sheepskin fur was gathering momentum, he looked at Tang Hui. The three swords hanging in the sky were named Tianshi, Tianli, and Renhe. They were specially used to target Zhixuan and even celestial realm masters. They could forcibly absorb Qi. If they were strong, they would
Stronger, the more frustrated you are, the braver you become. The old man in sheepskin fur forges a sword every time he learns a move. Over the years, he has been working hard to make and raise swords. Thousands of swords have been made. A lot of effort has been put into each sword, supplemented by original sword moves.
It is a well-deserved "new sword" that has been freshly released. It is truly unprecedented. If the enemy in the same realm takes it lightly, he will definitely suffer a big loss. The old man in sheepskin fur originally hoped to have enough ten thousand swords in his life, and then leave the last battle to the Emperor Wu City in Beihai.
position, it is a pity that I have to avenge my murder.
The old man with sheepskin fur suddenly widened his eyes.
"The right time, right place and right people are all given to you, so why not?"
Tang Hui sneered, and the six Dantian spiritual powers poured into the three swords like a flood. The purple, yellow, and white sword energy in the palm of his hand, as thick as an arm, lingered crazily. The long and hearty sound of the three swords suddenly turned into a cry. It is a happy thing for a hungry man to be full.
One thing, but once it is sustained to death, it will be extremely joyful and tragic.
The three shocking and confusing sword auras suddenly disappeared.
The old man in sheepskin fur exclaimed: "How come you have so much internal strength?"
The distance between the two was only seven or eight feet. The old man in sheepskin fur was not angry but smiled. He closed his eyes, put his fingers together and lightly rubbed the gallbladder sword lying across his chest, and murmured to himself: "Old brother, let's go."
The death of the Seven Swordsmen in front of you is not unjust."
Tang Hui clapped his hands and said with a smile: "The sword demon who ranks second in the martial arts rankings in the world, only has this ability?"
The old man in sheepskin fur didn't open his eyes, but smiled casually and said: "Let me see the country with my lantern."
The old man in the sheepskin fur handed the sword out, and the next scene was not shocking. In the eyes of a layman, it would only be considered ridiculous, like a child who has just started to practice swordsmanship and cannot easily hold the heavy sword in his hand.
He reluctantly held up the sword and staggered around, his steps were chaotic, and his sword power was twisted. Although his body shape and sword moves were chaotic, his speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the distance of seven to eight feet was reduced to just two swords. Everyone in the world practices swords, and the famous masters of the past will speak earnestly.
He warned you not to be controlled by the sword, as that kind of swordsmanship would not make a difference. The old man Sheepskin Fur, who was already considered a great master of swordsmanship, did the opposite. He followed the sword and did not have the majestic sword of a bullfight, nor the majestic sword intention.
, just like this, he came to Tang Hui crookedly.
Tang Hui frowned and clapped it with one hand.
The old man in sheepskin fur was pulled by the Zhao Dan Sword, and he actually escaped the attack locked by Tang Hui's mental power, and the sword tip was raised to his shoulder. For the first time, Tang Hui left the straight line of the central axis of the post road, took a step laterally, and pinched it with both fingers.
Zhao Bing's sword tip, without waiting for Tang Hui's six Dantians to stack up, he twisted the sword tip, and the old sheepskin fur man swung around, blooming a gorgeous sword flower. Tang Hui flicked his fingers, but the old sheepskin fur man withdrew again.
The sword circled half a circle upside down and aimed at Tang Hui's back. Tang Hui stopped taking action this time. His feet did not move and his body fell backwards. The sword had clearly failed, but the sword energy was still there.
The place where Tang Hui fell was like a firecracker exploding. Tang Hui's feet were always on the ground. However, he turned his body to the left and could barely escape the sword energy from the antelope's horns.
Zhao Dan was acting recklessly, and for a while, the sword aura around the two of them was like a rosy cloud steaming, making it dizzying for everyone to see.
Tang Hui finally took a step forward, and the bold sword energy in the old man's sheepskin-fur coat began to appear. Countless trees on the post road and on both sides of the street were smashed, and a commotion broke out.
Tang Hui stopped and walked, letting the majestic sword energy rage, and said with a smile: "It seems that there is no trace, but in fact it follows the dragon veins of the world. It can be regarded as touching the threshold of the celestial realm."
The two resumed Tang Hui's position in the north and the sheepskin fur man in the south.
Tang Hui clenched his neck-piercing sword with one hand. The old man with the sheepskin fur suddenly opened his eyes and glared. He shouted angrily and took a step forward. The sword tip moved forward three feet. Tang Hui took a small step back with a calm expression. The sword tip was away from his neck.
It was only two feet away. The abundant energy coming out of the sword ruffled his temples, causing two strands of black hair to flutter back, and the cuffs of the sword holding the sword made a buzzing sound. Tang Hui, who was not at all panicked, ignored the blood flowing out of his palms again and looked directly at the sheepskin fur.
The old man smiled and said: "So far, I haven't cast any spells. Do you still want to fight?"
Tang Hui tightened his grip on the edge of the sword and pushed it back. The old sheepskin fur man who refused to abandon the sword was hit in the heart by the hilt of the sword. Tang Hui seemed to be annoyed by his ignorance and kicked the old sheepskin fur man hard in the chest.
The straw sandals were worn thin by the ground, and the sheepskin-fur sword with both feet off the ground was almost flat, and the tip of the sword was pushed to Tang Hui's neck to a distance of two feet.
"Let you push further."
Tang Hui actually took the tip of the sword and moved it a foot closer to his neck, sneered at the corner of his mouth, then raised his palm to take a shot, and directly cut off the long sword again with the Longquan Sword in his hand.
Now that the sword is broken, the old man in sheepskin fur has to retreat.
Tang Hui didn't even bother to beat up the drowned dog, so he casually threw away half of the sword and let the old man in sheepskin fur return to where he was.
The old man in sheepskin fur was struck in the heart by the hilt of the sword, and kicked in the face. Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he tried his best to stabilize his energy.
The old man looked puzzled.
If he were to face the No. 1 Martial Emperor in the world, it would be fine for him to be in such a sorry state. How could a young junior who was unknown in the world be so domineering?
Or are you saying that you are too ignorant?
It was Tang Hui's next words that really made the old man Sheepkinqiu couldn't help but feel furious. The old man who occupied a place in the world of kendo couldn't be calm no matter how good he was at cultivating his qi.