The river city looks like a picture, and you can see the clear sky in the mountains at night.
A bright mirror is sandwiched between two waters, and a rainbow falls across a pair of bridges.
The crowds are cold, the orange and pomelo trees are blooming, and the autumn colors are like the old sycamore trees.
Who reads the North Tower? I feel grateful to you in the wind.
——"Ascending Xie Zhenbei Tower in Xuancheng in Autumn" by Li Bai
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Seeing Bai Fu fleeing, the men in black on the tower operated the meteor repeating crossbow and fired with all their strength. The crossbow arrows instantly weaved a network of arrows, trying to prevent Bai Fu from crossing the corridor.
Bai Fu's body was like a gust of wind, flying up and down in the angle between the corridor and the city wall, moving and dodging. This was the blind spot for the Meteor Repeating Crossbow, which could maximize the avoidance of the crossbow arrows on the dungeon tower.
A dozen crossbowmen hurriedly adjusted the crossbow body of the Meteor Repeating Crossbow so that the Meteor Repeating Crossbow could stick out of the fuselage and shoot vertically.
By the time the Meteor Repeater's crossbow body was adjusted to its position, Bai Fu had already rushed into the city gate, escaping from the Meteor Repeater's range.
Bai Fuyi raised his hand and shot out dozens of pebbles using the technique of a goddess scattering flowers.
"Whistling", I heard the wind blowing repeatedly, and the pebbles carrying Kanding's true energy hit the dozens of black-clothed men who were ambushing in the city gate like a torrential rain.
While the men in black were in a hurry, Bai Fu had already arrived and killed them.
Bai Fu turned around like a ghost, and struck out fiercely. With a flash of his sword, he slashed the throats of the two men in black who were blocking him.
The expressions of the two people were distorted, showing incredible expressions, and blood spurted out from their throats, splashing on the faces of their companions.
Bai Fu couldn't help but grab the bodies of the two men and wave them up and down like human shields, blocking them on the left and right sides, allowing the spears of the men in black to pierce their bodies mercilessly.
Bai Fu quickly passed the ambush point, and the bodies of the two men were cut into pieces of flesh by the swords and guns of his companions.
Without looking back, Bai Fu turned around and threw the two corpses at the men in black who were rushing towards them.
Kan Ding's energy surged forward like a storm. The man in black behind Bai Fu fell to the ground in a mess as if he had been hit by two bags of sandbags.
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The imperial city gate in the south is a drawbridge gate, which is raised on weekdays and lowered only when people and horses pass by. Below the drawbridge is a waterway several feet deep and ten feet wide, which is connected to the moat outside Chunming Gate.
Bai Fu rushed through the city gate, and the suspension bridge was erected in front of him, cable-cabled.
Time was running out and there was no time to cut the steel cables and wait for the suspension bridge to slowly fall. The best escape strategy was to climb over the suspension bridge and jump into the waterway several feet deep under the bridge.
As long as he jumps into the waterway and dives to the bottom of the water with Bai Fu's ability to stop breathing, he will be able to escape. The assassination plan will seem to end in failure.
The middle-aged Hu people who were chasing after Bai Fu saw through Bai Fu's plan and were secretly happy.
In the waterway under the suspension bridge, Uzahachimangami has already moved his hands and feet. On the surface, it looks sparkling and flows as usual, but in fact there is only a foot of water. The ice on the riverbed under the water is as hard as rock.
Once Bai Fu made a mistake in judgment, he jumped out of the suspension bridge and jumped headfirst into the water. It was like falling from a tower over ten feet high without slowing down. Even if he didn't break his bones and tendons, he would still be badly injured.
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At the same time, a huge hunting net with copper wire and iron hooks would fall from the sky from the bottom of the suspension bridge and cover Bai Fu's body.
This may be the best time to capture Bai Fu.
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Bai Fu didn't know about his opponent's ambush. After quickly calculating the curvature of the suspension bridge, he pointed his toes to the ground and jumped to the top of the suspension bridge.
A middle-aged foreigner suddenly came over with a cold face and said, "Let me take you on your way!"
Bai Fu was about to jump to the top of the bridge when he suddenly climbed onto the steel cable of the suspension bridge, made a huge spin in the air, and turned around to face the middle-aged Hu man.
Bai Fu took a deep breath, his back straightened, his clothes fluttered, and he looked majestic.
Bai Fu laughed loudly and said, "You fell into the trap!"
Bai Fu pointed his toes at the bridge and rushed towards the middle-aged Hu man at the bottom of the bridge slope.
The middle-aged Hu man looked up and saw a golden full moon rising behind Bai Fu.
The timing and angle of Bai Fu's dash are extremely precise and mysterious. Under the silhouette, Bai Fu seems to leap out from the moon palace, swinging out a knife, shining like a sickle, and bursting with murderous aura.
The angle and trajectory of Bai Fu's rushing down coincide with a mysterious curve, which is subtly consistent with the slope of the suspension bridge, and is completely natural. Just like the water of the Yellow River rushing down from the cliff at Hukou, the waterfall cascades thousands of miles, unstoppable.
The majestic and majestic gates of the imperial city were originally intended to be a source of chilling, and the Lengyue Palace only fueled Bai Fu's momentum to move forward.
In the eyes of middle-aged Hu people, Bai Fu made full use of the slope of the suspension bridge. He instantly became Bai Fu, a superfluous thing besides the suspension bridge and the tower. The city gate was like a giant beast, the suspension bridge became a long tongue, and Bai Fu was
The fangs opened its bloody mouth to devour the prey.
This feeling is extremely mysterious. Unless you are a master of his level, you can never imagine feeling like this. Once your mind is taken away, the middle-aged Huren's demonic skills and mental skills will be affected immediately.
Bai Fu deliberately did not fly in the air, but instead stepped on the slope with his left and right toes alternately. Every time he landed, his speed increased and his strength and momentum also increased.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]
The middle-aged Hu man accurately estimated that when Bai Fu rushed down the slope of nearly ten feet to attack him, Bai Fu's energy would reach its peak.
This blow is a life-and-death struggle, with no return!
The middle-aged Hu man suddenly came to his senses. Bai Fu understood the necessary tactics of siege and had no intention of escaping. From the very beginning, he was determined to die together.
This kind of courage is not something that ordinary martial arts masters can achieve. It is the iron-blooded fighting spirit of a soldier king who has experienced hundreds of battles, stepped on corpses countless times, and crawled out of the dead!
After the miscalculation, even with the arrogance of a middle-aged Hu man, he could not help but feel regretful and his confidence began to collapse.
If a middle-aged Hu man has a bad secret and a weak will, the magic power to activate his internal energy will be greatly reduced. There is no guarantee that he will be able to turn around Bai Fu's strong power and use his strength to leverage it.
The middle-aged Hu man is riding a tiger and it is difficult to dismount. If he retreats at this time, Bai Fu's momentum will increase sharply due to the murderous intent of the black iron sword.
If a murderer like Bai Fu is given the opportunity to take advantage of the situation and pursue him, the middle-aged barbarians will have little chance of winning.
The middle-aged Hu man made a quick decision and flew up like a big bird. Trying to avoid the disadvantage of being at the bottom of the slope, he stood down from a high position, then swooped down like an eagle fighting a rabbit, and launched another attack.
This is exactly the strategy to avoid its sharp edge and attack its laziness.
Bai Fu had already anticipated the opponent's strategy. He held the sword in both hands and thrust it out in the air before he could get close. The black iron sword's glow surged and he slashed at the middle-aged Hu man's head.
The middle-aged Hu man raised his right hand, rolled his wrist, and drew several whirlpools on his sleeves, trying his best to absorb Bai Fu's energy.
The robes of the middle-aged Hu man absorb Baifu Xunkan's true energy, like a sail rising, full and swaying.
As the saying goes, too much is never enough.
Bai Fu attacked from top to bottom, like falling rocks rolling down from a ten thousand-foot mountain, with a surging force of energy, far superior to before.
When a middle-aged Hu man absorbs too much energy, not only is he unable to set sail, but instead switches from defense to offense, he is in danger of overloading the sail and being torn apart by a hurricane.
The middle-aged Hu man was horrified. He bit the tip of his tongue and raised his magic power to the limit.
The middle-aged Hu man's whole body is like a frog's cheeks, bulging in loose robes, waiting to be released with all his strength.
A "croak" sound
The middle-aged Hu man squatted half-crouched, raised his eyes, exhaled, and pushed out with both palms, trying to return the true energy that had been absorbed by Bai Fu to Bai Fu intact.
At this moment, a bronze mirror suddenly appeared in front of him, with a deep crack appearing on the mirror. The middle-aged Hu man suddenly felt sad in his heart. This feeling was so familiar that he vaguely returned to his childhood:
Because of a trivial matter, his adoptive father became furious. He took out a riding crop and beat his seven or eight-year-old self severely. He rolled on the ground in pain, but his adoptive father still refused to let him go, even lashing and kicking him.
In desperation, her mother rushed out of the tent, hugged her in her arms, and protected her tightly.
The adoptive father was furious, and the whips poured down like a storm.
The mother's hair was disheveled and covered with blood, but she never let go and tried her best to protect her weak body.
Seeing that the whip was ineffective, my father picked up a piece of firewood and swung it at my mother's head.
Unexpectedly, there was a protruding iron nail on the firewood, which was driven into my mother's temple...
The mother slowly fell down, and did not let go of her before she died. Her eyes looked at her with endless love and pity...
This is a long-lost pain that has been suppressed in my heart for many years. It is indelible and impossible to let go in this life.
For some reason, this painful childhood experience was evoked in the decisive battle.
The energy accumulated in the middle-aged Hu man's body was like a pierced sheepskin bag. It was instantly released and collapsed thousands of miles away.
The cracks in the bronze mirror in front of me gradually expanded, shaped like a spider web, and suddenly shattered, shattering to pieces on the ground.
The middle-aged barbarian's demonic heart collapsed and he could no longer use his magic skills, so he fought back desperately.
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The middle-aged Hu man possesses unbelievable magical powers. He can use his strength to move the world and specifically restrain internal masters like Bai Fu.
The stronger Bai Fu's inner strength, the stronger the opponent's counterattack.
Master Qingxuan once told Bai Fu that the practice of demonic heretic kung fu is extremely bloody and inhumane. To be able to practice demonic kung fu to great perfection, this person must have experienced tragic experiences that ordinary people cannot imagine, and must have major personality defects deep in his heart.
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Bai Fu's strategy is to treat others with their own methods. The thunder from the sky stirs up the fire of the earth, bringing out the dark secrets in the heart of evil people, allowing the netherworld to bite back the darkness.
To achieve this step, we do not rely on the strength of our true energy, but the power of our soul.
Using the power of the mind to influence the opponent's emotions and destroy the enemy's Taoist heart, this is the Kung Fu that Bai Fu learned while studying calligraphy with Yan Zhenqing - the nature of the sword.
Various emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, in the hands of masters such as Wang Xizhi, Zhang Xu, Yan Zhenqing, etc., are transformed into elegant, vigorous, poignant, and gorgeous brush strokes, sealing emotions, making nature self-evident, converging heaven and earth, solidifying time and space, and sealing the Tao!
Above the sword moves are the sword's power and sword's intention. Besides the sword's intention, there is also the nature of the sword.
The nature of the sword varies from person to person. It has no move or style, no trace, no trace, and the killing is invisible...