Chapter 321 Each is the peak, but one less mountain(1/3)
The old Taoist looked squarely at the skinny little girl for the first time.
A tall Taoist and a little girl as thin as a bamboo pole.
A world of difference.
Under the gaze of the Taoist, the little girl who had originally banged her head against the wall of the well in an attempt to free herself suddenly felt as if she had drank a bowl of herbal tea, the kind of white porcelain bowl of plum soup that you would find in a wealthy family's courtyard in midsummer.
Panting, she leaned against the edge of the well mouth and looked timidly at the old fairy. Drawn by instinct, her eyes quickly moved around, searching for where the "bead" had been hidden by the old man.
This is called not remembering to eat or fight.
Fortunately, this Taoist's attitude towards the human world, especially good and evil, is very different from ordinary people. He doesn't pay attention to the little girl's desperate pursuit, but the old Taoist already knows the identity of the little girl, so he is very interested in the "scholar" who keeps saying "Scholar"
The old scholar who only borrows things is even more bored.
In the early years, the two of them made a bet. The old scholar, who was full of sourness, won a token from him by acting like a scoundrel and making a fool of himself. He was told that if he met someone holding a token in the future, he must protect his life.
The old Taoist was willing to admit defeat and agreed, but he had a lot of resentment towards the old scholar in his heart. Later, he met him again and discussed Taoism. The two sat down to talk about Taoism, and the kind of reasoning was done in Ouhua Blessed Land and Lotus Cave.
On the border line, otherwise a small lotus root blessed land, even if the spiritual energy is thin and the avenue is difficult to manifest, it still cannot sustain the dispute between the two people. In the final analysis, it is the old scholar who wants to take advantage of the old immortal.
.But I don’t know when, apart from these, the old scholar, this shameless thing, secretly planted such a chess piece in the Ouhua Blessed Land. It was really dark under the light.
The old Taoist stared at the little girl under his nose, his eyes clear and indifferent, like the sun hanging high in the sky, he never cared about the warmth and coldness of the world, let alone the praise and criticism of the world.
In the blink of an eye, the old Taoist saw all the little girl's life experiences.
Sure enough.
The old Taoist glanced at a certain mansion again, snorted coldly, and his resentment subsided a little. After thinking for a while, he understood the general intention of the old scholar. After a little mental calculation, he felt that it was feasible. For the first time, the old Taoist hesitated and turned his head to look.
Toward the southern city wall, the old Taoist made a sound, and was a little surprised.
The old Taoist flicked his finger lightly and hit the little girl between her eyebrows. She stiffened.
Waving his sleeves again, there were ripples all around the mouth of the well. The old Taoist stepped out and disappeared. In that place of the abbot, the long river of time began to flow backwards. Including the little girl, all other details invisible to the naked eye and the rules of the movement of heaven and earth
, all started to turn upside down, the little girl "picked up" the books, and finally the scene was fixed on the action of her wanting to spit into the well.
She was a little confused and fearful for no reason. She shook her head. In the end, she didn't dare to act wildly. She held the pile of stolen books and ran away quickly.
Guniu Mountain is more than 20 miles south of the capital.
On top of the devastated city, there were sparsely standing masters and masters who came from the city to admire the "battlefield ruins". Yu Zhenyi and Zhongqiu temporarily stopped their life-and-death fight. At this moment, Yu Zhenyi was silently feeling the city.
Zhong Qiu didn't think so much about the flow of aura and the pure sword intention that remained between heaven and earth. He put his hands on a broken arrow stamp and looked up into the distance.
The glazed flying sword came to Yu Zhenyi's side. The closer to the city, the slower the speed of the flying sword pierced the air. After reaching the city, it trembled slightly, as if it was a little scared.
Knife sharpener Liu Zong followed the glazed sword to the walking path, jumped up on a crumbling wall, and sat cross-legged. The boning knife in his hand was badly damaged. The old man stretched out his thumb and carefully rubbed the blade, which was as bright as a mirror. He had been arrogant all his life.
, in the end I was beaten so badly by a sword, I will repay you in this life.
Tang Tieyi, the general of the Northern Jin Dynasty, wearing the "Refiner" on his waist, slowly climbed up to the top of the city, picked an open space, and stood still, holding the handle of the sword in his hand, with majestic momentum.
In comparison, Arm Saint Cheng Yuanshan, who always hides under the bridge to enjoy the cool air, is really an insult to his status as a master.
Zhou Fei and Lu Fang also came to the south city head together, followed by Zhou Shi, the hairpin man, and Ya'er, who was wearing clogs.
Fan Wan'er of Jingxinzhai also climbed to the top of the city cautiously. He did not dare to turn from the city roads on both sides to the walking horse road in an open and clear way.
Between General Long Wu.
The battle between the two at the top of the city has turned into a battle outside the city.
From the top of the city where everyone stood to the line above Guniu Mountain, dust was flying, as if a turtle flipped its back and lifted up the earth.
The merchants traveling along the official post road outside Nancheng have long since dispersed.
Not only did Ding Ying swim upstream, step by step, punching out, forcibly breaking up Chen Pingan's long river of sword energy, but he also used his injuries to get closer, forcing Chen Pingan to use his sword.
Facing the enemy, Ding Ying turned decay into magic. I no longer stick to the tributaries of the world's martial arts sects. I, Ding Ying, use them all. All the moves are specious and different from the postures of Yu Zhenyi and other great masters. The divine will is very different.
A palm strike was directed towards Chen Pingan and a sword, but the strong wind started from behind Chen Pingan and exploded with a bang.
In the blink of an eye, wisps of sword energy swirled like water vortices, with unpredictable trajectories.
After knocking Chen Pingan to the ground, Ding Ying, dressed in ragged clothes and with disheveled hair, did not linger at all. He followed him down the city wall almost at the same time, always keeping the distance between the two within two arms, and never giving Chen Pingan any comfort.
Having pushed his swordsmanship and sword intention to the peak level, Ding Ying can conclude that every sword strike from the white-robed immortal in front of him is comparable to the all-out sword strike from Sui You, the female swordsman in history.
Of course, it does not include the three ascending swords on Sui's right.
At that time, the female swordsmen were very likely to occupy nearly half of the world's martial arts, and they could not simply be regarded as the right side of the Sui Dynasty.
Therefore, Ding Ying knew very well that this way of heaven did not exclude warriors from using their pure physical body to ascend arrogantly, and even allowed Sui Zuozuo to absorb the martial arts. Therefore, Sui Zuozuo failed to ascend that year, and his body was shattered. On the way back to the human world, he died.
Her bones have turned to dust and her spirit has been reduced to ashes. She still lacks strength. No one else can blame her.
Ding Ying punched the center of Chen Pingan's sword. The sword bent in a large arc, and the sword tip almost stabbed his shoulder. Chen Pingan had to stretch out his two fingers, put them on the tip of the sword, and pull it back.
The arc created by Ding Ying's punch, his body retreated smoothly, and with a flick of the water, he slid out ten feet on the official road in an instant.
Seeing that Ding Ying unexpectedly failed to take advantage of the victory and pursue him, Chen Ping'an was not thankful at all. He immediately used the Zhenshen head pose in "Swordsmanship Sermon" to emit sword energy and protect the surroundings.
The fist was like a rainbow, and seven or eight rainbows condensed into substance surged forward and collided with the sword energy.
Chen Ping'an shifted his steps again and again, thundered loudly again and again, and his swords, energy and fists were destroyed almost at the same time, emitting a ball of brilliant light. It was like two elite cavalry on the border between the two countries perished together.
Ding Ying kept punching from a distance. There were no boxing moves at all, just the simplest punches, doing whatever he wanted.
While punching, with a single step, you can close the distance by two feet.
When Chen Pingan finally neutralized all the punches, Ding Ying started fighting closely again, beating Chen Pingan until Chen Pingan was unable to breathe.
Chen Ping'an kept fighting and retreating, while Ding Ying kept his imposing manner.
At the peak of their respective momentum, Chen Ping'an was the first to strike at the top of the city.
Facing that sword, Ding Ying, who was so arrogant and arrogant that he only saw God, could only retreat sadly, and even his character began to change.
The peak of Ding Ying's momentum was precisely when he fell downwind and counter-currently flowed upward in the torrent of sword energy.
After that, Chen Pingan began to decline, but the strange thing is that Ding Ying couldn't maintain that momentum and mentality.
Ding Ying was confident that he could withstand the scattered sword energy, no matter how powerful it seemed, like a bursting flood. At most, it would give Chen Pingan a chance to breathe after one strike, causing Ding Ying to lose the opportunity.
But the sword energy condensed into a tidal wave, and Ding Ying could only avoid the sharp edge.
Three miles outside the city, there is a small hill near Guan Road.
Ding Ying flicked the tip of the sword with one hand and two fingers, and suddenly exerted force with his palm, pushing it on Chen Ping'an's chest.
Chen Ping'an crashed into the hill like a kite with its string cut off.
Ding Ying actually shot Chen Ping'an directly through the hill, like an arrow piercing the enemy's chest.
Dust rises into the sky.
The power of Ding Ying's palm can be seen from Chen Pingan's sword release. After the Changqi Sword was thrown to the top of the air, it began to fall. As expected, it would land on the hill near Ding Ying.
nearby.
Ding Ying narrowed his eyes and couldn't clearly see Chen Ping'an's tragic situation. While not delaying his advance, Ding Ying was actually a little hesitant about how to deal with the sword in front of him. He took advantage of someone's illness to kill him, so he controlled the sword and threw it back.
On the other side of the city, try to stay as far away from the battlefield as possible between the two of them, leaving the young immortal with no sword to hold. Or should you use it as bait to ambush Chen Ping'an with a killing move between the lines?
However, his opponent immediately made Ding Ying give up all his thoughts.
Ding Ying suddenly became alert, and his hair stood on end. He immediately stopped, stepped heavily on the ground with both feet, and pulled out a magnificent fist frame. The fists were like heavy rain, and they quickly hit the sword and the top of the hill.
However, even though Ding Ying responded so quickly, there was still a trace of snow-white that allowed the fist to hit him. From the top of the hill, he jumped high and reached out to grab the Changqi that had fallen under his feet.
A few feet, just in the palm of your hand.
In order to get through Ding Ying's heavy rain of fists as quickly as possible, he was clearly at the end of his crossbow, but with a sword in his hand, Chen Ping'an still had to use it.
As for whether the power of the sword will be greatly reduced, it may only scratch the itch of Ding Ying who is in full swing, or cause some unnecessary minor injuries.
Chen Pingan didn't think about it at all.
In this incredible world, on that street, everyone is shouting and killing for no apparent reason. It seems that no one cares about who Chen Pingan really is, whether he is good or bad, and why he appears in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom.
This feeling was so bad that Chen Pingan saw Liu Xianyang in the hospital bed and walked to the corridor bridge alone.
He swore that he would never be like this again in his life. He could only be like a dog, wagging its tail at God and begging for mercy, hoping for justice.
Chen Ping'an has learned the art of swordsmanship for a long time, but what really caught Chen Ping'an's mind was not this sword art, but the other three swords.
To be continued...