typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

[120] Three catties of sword energy

The chaotic war has been extinguished for nearly a thousand years. Since its founding, Beiyang has been in good weather, people have lived in peace and prosperity.

For this warlike country, peace is not necessarily a good thing, because it hinders the promotion of many passionate young people.

The only thing the people of Beiyang who could do was to do was a row of "martial review lists". Such a simple and boring thing that could suit their passionate mood.

Beiyang’s martial arts review list has always been updated very quickly, and it will be updated every six months or even four months.

In the past six months, many major events have happened: whether it is King Wei Yecheng or Zhuge Tiebang's appearance, they are very important. So, the bored passionate people of Beiyang began to dig three feet into the ground, turning the warriors' combat power in the entire Bixiao Xuan Realm upwards, and re-released a Martial Pin Gang.

The first place is still Bei Tanghui, the director of Jixia Academy. This thousand-year-old warrior at the level of eight in the monarch, has achieved the realm of Xuanwang for many years and is well-deserved as the "Bixiao No. 1".

The second place is Zhuge Tiebang, who is also a thousand-year-old warrior, who can rob Chu Liangchen from Beitanghui, Beitangxiong, and Wei Ye. In terms of strength and courage, he is the top in the Bixiao Xuan Realm, so he is ranked second.

The third place is still the old man named "Sword Sanjin". Since the day he became famous, he has been on the top spot in the martial arts rating list, and he stays for a hundred years.

Although Wei Ye achieved the realm of King Xuan, he was too young after all, so he was only ranked fourth.

......

......

But the Taoist in brown clothes looked at the old man in front of him who was carrying one long, two short and three swords and was firmly ranked second in the martial arts rating. He instantly lost the courage to fight. The black mist rose from his body, and the demonic wind was raised. The Taoist in brown clothes turned around and wanted to escape.

The "Sword Three Jin" missing from the front teeth is still smiling foolishly, and she is still stupid and stupid for thousands of years.

Although his appearance was a little bad, his move was not bad at all.

Jian Sanjin gently stretched out two fingers, and two sword energy surged out. The sword energy rolled like two sharp arrows, piercing straight into the black smoke.

In the black demonic wind, the Taoist in brown screamed, and then the black fog dissipated, and the world was clear and bright.

The "Sword Sanjin" who lacked the front teeth walked to the brown-clothed Taoist, and still smiled foolishly. There was no sarcasm in the eyes of this "young" junior.

The Taoist in brown was killed on the ground in seconds, but there was no rage in his eyes. He was defeated by such a long-famous old man, and he had no complaints.

No complaints do not mean giving up struggling.

The Taoist in brown sneered and took out a purple gold bell from his arms.

The arm, which was as dry as a rotten wood, swayed gently, and disordered sound waves spread everywhere.

The face of "Sword Sanjin" changed slightly, and there was no longer a silly smile on his face. He waved his hand, signaled to the people around him, and immediately retreated.

The prestige of "Sword Three Jin" is like a monument, standing on a mountain peak, thousands of feet without falling.

The old man does not kill him, but it does not mean that he does not kill him.

"Clang!"

A metal clash came from the scabbard on his back, and the green sword flew out of the scabbard. The "Sword Sanjin" held it and sighed softly.

The blue sword fell heavily, and the brown-clothed Taoist did not shout, and then went to another world.

"Sword Sanjin" sighed again and stopped looking. Killing people is a detriment to good deeds. If you can kill them with one blow, you will kill them with one blow. The old man really can't do those messy torture methods.

The Taoist in brown clothes died, but the swaying of the purple gold bell did not stop.

The "Sword Sanjin" bound Zhu Hongyuan's body, threw him onto the trunk of the tree, and told Xu Sheng to take good care of it.

Zhu Hongyuan was already shocked by the old man's identity and was trembling all over. Why did he still think about resisting?

After the death of the brown-clothed Taoist, the "zombie" puppets in several small houses suddenly became violent. Their eyes turned scarlet and there was no light in their eyes. The nails between their fingers instantly grew one foot.

The zombie warriors danced their nails like big swords, followed the smell around them, and saw living people, they killed and bite them on the spot.

"Sword Sanjin" closed his eyes, and the surging sword energy was like a rushing river, surging.

All three swords were deshewn, and two short swords lingered around the old man, like two meteors that kept spinning around. They danced like the wind and condensed into a rock-solid defensive cover, which tightly protected the "Sword Three Jins".

The old man held a blue sword and his eyes were closed.

The golden dark light is like the afterglow of the sun, illuminating the night sky.

The old man moved forward and took a gentle step, and the long sword in his hand slowly waved.

"Roll the dragon wall with one sword!"

"Two swords shine together!"

"The sword energy weighs three pounds!"

The sword technique in the old man's mouth slowly chanted, some were extremely domineering, while others were simple and unpretentious. However, regardless of the name of the sword technique, the sword technique that the old man waved under the sword was more domineering than one move.

A golden dragon rushed out first, the dragon roared, and the earth began to tremble. The dozen zombie warriors who rushed in the front had no chance to counterattack and were crushed into minced meat all over the sky. The dragon disappeared, and the small courtyard of Sihe became a broken wall.

Behind the dragon are two sword shadows like golden snakes. They are entangled in interaction, like two dragons of opera beads. The golden snake circled around the broken broken arm ruins, and wherever it goes, the sword energy rolled.

Those zombie puppets who escaped by luck were affected by sword energy and were crushed again, becoming broken arms and limbs.

The last sword, a golden sword shadow, ran out of the green sword, and rushed straight into the sky, and then fell heavily.

During the process of landing, the golden sword shadow continued to grow bigger, and finally became as thick as a small hill.

The huge golden sword shadow, like a thunderous thunder, fell from the sky and penetrated into the ground. The whole city was trembling, and those who were immersed in their sleep woke up one after another, fleeing regardless of their clothes.

I thought it was an earthquake.

The three swords of the "Sword Three Jin" were swung out, and the Sihe Courtyard had been crushed into an open space.

Whether it was the corpse, brick wall, or green tiles, they were all shaken into dust. Five hundred "Fenwu Army" stared blankly without blinking.

"Sword Sanjin" raised his head, looked at the immersed night sky, and smiled softly.

Half a month ago, he had practiced sword skills with Wei Ye, and since then, he realized the new "Three-pound sword technique"...


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next