Chapter 443 People in the world are dead and buried in the world
"For the swordsmanship in my heart, Xishu Sword Jiuhuang, I invite Wang Xianzhi to fight again!"
The words surged out with powerful inner force, and instantly echoed in Emperor Wu's city.
After a short period of dead silence, Emperor Wu's city suddenly erupted into a roar like waves. Just hearing this powerful internal force is worth watching the battle.
Why do you all come to Emperor Wu City? Are you all going to Wang Xianzhi? That’s bullshit!
I'm afraid that even the minions guarding the city cannot be defeated!
Isn't it just that one day a master suddenly pops up and has a fight with Wang Xianzhi, so that he can learn a few tricks from him and have more bragging rights in the future?
Who is Jian Jiuhuang?
Most of those who are a little older have heard of this old man's name. He is a fellow disciple of the Sword Emperor of Western Shu. More than thirty years ago, he entered the Zhixuan realm as soon as he emerged from the world and gained a huge reputation.
After all these years, even if Jian Jiu Huang has not taken a single step forward, he is still better than 99% of the people in the world.
Darling, it's amazing. Today I'm lucky enough to see another potentially earth-shattering battle.
Hu Kui walked on the water, his back armor glowing red, like a golden crow crossing the sky, a line of fire rushed ahead of Jian Jiuhuang and burned to the top of Emperor Wu City.
There were several solemn-looking slaves lined up on the top of the city. Two held swords, one held a knife, one held a gun, and the other held a harp. They were all masters of the martial arts who had lost to Wang Xianzhi back then.
There has always been no national law in Emperor Wu City, only the city rules established by Wang Xianzhi. Here, it doesn’t matter whether you are an emperor or a prince or a general, no one’s words will matter. If you want to challenge Wang Xianzhi, you have to fight it step by step, otherwise you will have to do it individually.
Seeing Wang Xianzhi, what do you want these city guards to do?
"The Sword Comes"
Over the years, except for Li Chungang, have you ever heard of anyone asking Wang Xianzhi to go out of the city to fight? Wouldn't Cao Changqing and his like have to enter the city step by step?
"Old Huang, I won't steal your limelight today. I'll send you to the top of the city and leave the rest to your Nine Swords."
"Those who use swords are not afraid of heaven and earth, and do not respect ghosts and gods. They use attack instead of defense. They move forward indomitably. Even if the sky falls, I will poke a hole in it with my sword."
In an instant, the sword roared in the city, and the long sword with its handle inserted in the scabbard seemed to be cheering for joy, as if it was reunited with an old friend. Although it was not unsheathed, it was chanting like a dragon. Countless sword energy soared into the sky, slicing through the clouds.
The air cuts through the air, and the sky for ten miles is like a waterfall washing it.
The words, which were less than a hundred words, were neither long nor loud, but the words weighed more than a thousand and rolled like thunder, exploding in the minds of every swordsman. The hearts of thousands of people in the city were shaken, and there seemed to be thousands of words in their chests that broke their bodies.
When he came out, his heroic spirit suddenly rose thousands of feet.
There was even a white-haired sword-holder who burst into tears and knelt on the ground with a bang, his lips trembling and said: "Why do you still practice swordsmanship after practicing all your life and never become famous? I met the old swordsman decades ago.
One sword can shake the wind and clouds, and one sword can cut off the universe. Although I have not achieved anything famous in this life, if I can hold the sword, death is worth it!"
Huang, the old man carrying the box, had a waist as straight as a pine tree and said: "That's the truth!"
Great fear suddenly arose in the hearts of the five city guard slaves. When the man in purple clothes without a sword in his hand uttered those words with a sword in his hand, they felt their innocence collapsed.
"go!"
A soft shout caused countless people to hold their breath and look up. The man in purple in mid-air flicked his finger, and water droplets as big as peas condensed on his fingertips. In an instant, the water droplets trembled five times in a row, dividing into pieces.
Five, took off his fingers, and almost at the same time, the five slaves standing proudly on the top of the city collapsed to the ground.
The white-haired old man who was sitting in the inner city and rarely went out looked up at the sky, pushed the door open and walked out, walking through the void step by step.
There is a first floor building facing the sea. The whole building is empty. Only an elegant man dressed as a scholar in blue clothes stands on the top of the building. The handsome middle-aged man looks towards the sky above the inner city. Behind the ragged old servant, the sword box is wide open.
, five long swords with simple shapes left the box one after another.
"Interestingly, the power of the swords in the sky actually made Jian Jiuhuang's sword heart reach a higher level. These swords already have some celestial charm. Although they cannot force Wang Xianzhi's true ability, they have made Wang Xianzhi face it. Otherwise,
His proud temperament will never leave the city."
"The purple-clothed horseman riding Hu Kui should be the one who broke more than 600 pieces of armor with his sword and dared to treat the Liyang court as if it were nothing. This strength is enough to help Dachu. The dragon energy of Xichu is still there, but
Qin Tianjian doesn't dare to admit it. They say that the overall situation has been decided and Xi Chu can't accomplish anything. The sword in his hand can defy heaven and earth and disrespect ghosts and gods. But I, Cao, a down-and-out son of Xi Chu, can't do the chess in my hand?"
"Where is the little princess?"
Even after drinking a bottle of wine, the desolation on the face of the Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi could not be covered.
On the roof of another building in Emperor Wu's city, there were two people standing, one man and one woman. The man was dressed in green clothes and was also dressed as a scholar. The woman's appearance was plain and particularly angular. There was a murderous heroic spirit between her eyebrows, but her eyes were closed.
, like a blind person.
The guest in green shirt said with emotion: "Jian Jiuhuang has already fired thirty-four swords. The sword moves are powerful, but even so, it has not touched Wang Xianzhi's sleeve. The sword is more than two feet away from Wang Xianzhi, so it has no effect."
And back, this second person in the world is really not a false name. He has not been to the East China Sea, and he does not know how far the martial arts is. Cuihua, how long do you think it will take for me to reach the level of Wang Xianzhi?"
The one called Cuihua kept silent.
The guest in green shirt was not annoyed and said to himself: "Cuihua, do you think we can fight the man who stepped on that giant beast? I heard that he killed some people in Qingzhou and destroyed
He has several ships, but the court has nothing to do with him so far and just turns a blind eye. I estimate that the two of us can almost fight him on a par."
Cuihua frowned and said softly: "Shouldn't you take a closer look at how Jian Jiuhuang and Wang Xianzhi take action?"
This is a rare competition in recent years. Just tell me something about this?
With this little effort, shouldn’t we talk about some martial arts insights?
Wu Liuding still smiled playfully and said, "We are childhood sweethearts, we have the same mind. No matter how powerful the one riding Hu Kui is, can he still be more powerful than me and Cuihua together? If it weren't for my aunt's big cool dragon bird in the hands of an outsider, we would have decided to
The guy who can beat the guy riding a tiger."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Cuihua said coldly: "Don't hold me back if you want to die. If you die, I will bury you here."
"In today's sword fight, although Jian Jiuhuang couldn't force Wang Xianzhi to his full strength, it was still a wonderful fight. Why did I forget to bring you some sauerkraut and some wine?"
I don’t know why, he eats Cuihua’s pickled cabbage that doesn’t taste good every day, every month, and every year. Wu Liuding just can’t get enough of it. Cuihua doesn’t look outstanding or plump, but he just likes it.
The rain of swords fell in front of Wang Xianzhi and the explosions continued, which could be heard clearly from miles away.
Regardless of whether they were the common people in the city or the rangers from other places, everyone with ears poured out of the house. The street, which was originally spacious enough to accommodate eight horses running parallel, was already dark and full of people, even those who were busy making money in the past.
The money was not willing to be wasted for a moment, so it was all thrown away.
When there was no room on the street, he climbed up to the roof. When there was no room on the roof, he climbed up again.
"Kenpachi!"
Lao Huang pointed at each other, and the sky was filled with sword light in front of him. There seemed to be overwhelming power bursting out from his thin body. His shabby robes were fluttering, and the sword energy that once floated in the air was like a bird returning to the forest, all gathered together.
.Although the people on the ground who looked up and looked up could not feel any power, the wind gradually began to blow on the ground, blowing sand and dust, which caused many people to narrow their eyes.
The sword rain exploded and finally forced Wang Xianzhi's right hand out.
Lao Huang held the sword box from his back to his chest. He was not too disappointed with the power of Kenpachi. Although the old and stronger Wang Xianzhi was not an immortal, he was better than an immortal. He did not attack Wang Xianzhi again, but laughed loudly and said
: "They all call me the Nine Sword Emperors. In fact, I have only realized the Eight Swords. From Sword One to Sword Eight, the name Jian Jiuhuang is really not worthy of the name. However, in the past three years, I have traveled with the young master and realized the ninth sword.
Sword, at this time, calling me Jian Jiuhuang is worthy of my name."
"The sword of ninety-six thousand miles, young master, I am going to use this sword!"
He couldn't defeat Wang Xianzhi. Thanks to the right time and place, he could only use eight swords to force Wang Xianzhi to use both hands, but so what?
There will be no regrets when the sword is drawn!
He wanted to use Liu Qianli named after this young master to prove to the world that the master had not misjudged the person and that Deng Tai'a was not the only person practicing swordsmanship in the world.
That boy Wen Hua, if he learns these nine swords, he will definitely be able to steal his wife.
The young master should also be able to practice martial arts later.
Lao Huang laughed, his laughter was extremely hearty,
Wang Xianzhi stood with his hands behind his back, showing a sense of arrogance. He was not in a hurry to strike, but gave Jian Jiuhuang time to build up his momentum and see how different his ninth sword was.
Jian Jiuhuang waved his hand, and the four famous swords in the world that were originally frozen in the air and pointed directly at Wang Xianzhi returned to the sword box. Only one was left in his hand. He stepped on the air with his left foot and stabbed forward with a sword in his right hand.
When I was young, I practiced swordplay for the sake of fame and fortune. I just wanted to make a name for myself and acquire all the famous swords in the world. I practiced swordplay for most of my life and escaped for most of my life. Only recently did I understand a truth.
Why practice swordsmanship?
Isn’t it for the sake of openness and peace of mind?
"The sword is ninety-six thousand miles away!"
This sword is the most enjoyable to use today!
In an instant, dark clouds rolled in the sky, pulled by the sword's nine-yellow aura, the wind swirled like a tornado, and a mysterious aura emitted from the simple tip of the sword.
The awe-inspiring sword is like a rolling river, and the falling sword is like the Milky Way hanging upside down.
The Eight Swords refer to Xuan, and the Nine Swords refer to the celestial phenomena.
"The sky has changed!"
I don't know who shouted.
Wang Xianzhi swung out his fists and hit the sword that could split even mountains.
"boom!"
"boom!"
There was a roar of explosions in the sky, and the sound of the collision of gas caused many people's eardrums to ache.
The power of celestial phenomena is borrowed from the power of heaven and earth. How can it be a mortal means?
If the two of them were not in the air, the sword energy that escaped would be enough to destroy the tall buildings in Emperor Wu's city.
At this time, no one dared to underestimate the old servant dressed in rags.
Step into the sky. How many people are there in the sky?
On the top of Guanhai Tower, Cao Changqing was filled with admiration: "Once this sword is released, there will be no more brilliant sword moves in the world."
In this world, when it comes to swordsmanship, who dares to say that Jian Jiuhuang is far inferior to Deng Tai'a? Deng Tai'a's sword is powerful, but it is a killing sword.
Jingzhou counted Jian Jiuhuang's sword carefully. Liu Qianli had already used eighteen moves. Each sword was done with all his strength, and his energy and spirit reached its peak. By the forty-ninth move, Wang Xianzhi's right arm sleeved robe.
All destroyed. After nine more moves, Lao Huang fell to the top of the city, and Wang Xianzhi took three steps back.
Jingzhou touched Hu Kui's feet, and Hu Kui understood and ran to Jian Jiuhuang's side in an instant.
"Old Huang, are you fucking dead? If you're not dead, please let me know!" Jingzhou jumped down from Hu Kui's head and faced the thin man in front of him who was holding his sword and seemed to be about to fall to the ground the next moment.
The figure shouted.
"No, I can still drink!
Old dog, old dog, he has a very hard life." Jian Jiuhuang slowly raised his head, blood was flowing out of his seven orifices, but his tone still seemed to be full, and people could not tell that he was weak at all, and asked: "Young master, are you up?
Is the name Liuqian domineering? I think even Wang Xianzhi might envy Jianjiu’s name.”
Jingzhou laughed and said: "Shit, Xu's name-calling skills are not that good! Six thousand miles is not enough in my opinion. Why don't you stop traveling for a year and make up nine thousand miles? Isn't that right?
More majestic? That would be the envy of Wang Xianzhi!"
"Hahaha, that's the truth. Jian Jiujiujiu is so majestic!" As he spoke, Jian Jiuhuang opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, but the smile on his face became brighter and he said: "I fought this battle.
The happiest time, originally I could only destroy Wang Xianzhi's sleeves and robes, but before I borrowed your soaring sword intent, I used a few more moves and forced him to take three steps back. Who said no one can take Wang Xianzhi back? Haha
Haha, hahaha..."
"It's amazing, you have already found your own way with this sword." Jing Zhou admired sincerely.
"Being praised like this by you, I'm a little... a little embarrassed..." Jian Jiuhuang's mouth bleeds, his tone gradually weakened, and he said to himself: "When we first met, I knew it right then.
You, I know you are a master, and I thought that if the young master lied to you, he would be trying to make trouble, and I would not let him sell the horse to you. It is strange to say that the horse I raised will have a good relationship with you.
I won’t let the young master ride, but I will listen to you.”
"And that boy Wen Hua, he always dislikes me for speaking with a Xishu accent. He eats a lot, drinks a lot, and his farts still stink. Can you help me give this sword to that boy?"
Jing Zhou nodded, "If this kid knew that the sword you gave him was one of the top ten famous swords in the world, and that he could learn the Six Thousand Miles of Sword Power, he would probably wake up laughing in his dreams. This kid keeps shouting all day long
I’m looking for a master with good swordsmanship, but I don’t know that the old man I touched sweet potatoes with, shitted and grabbed broad leaves with him is a top swordsman. Do you think if he knew, would he be so depressed that he couldn’t sleep?”
"Hahaha, that's the truth. This boy, he won't give in to me at all. He always leaves some narrow and short grass leaves for me."
Jian Jiuhuang no longer had any regrets in his heart. He laughed a few more times and said, "Serve the young master some wine." He looked north, exasperated.
I don't know how much time passed before the blue bird with red eyes said softly: "Sir, you have been standing for a long time."
"Six thousand miles of loving eyes and yellow sand, tilting the sword box, holding a thin horse. Today the name of Nine Swords is fulfilled. Make rice wine and make new tea." Jingzhou sighed, picked up Jian Jiuhuang's already cold body, and headed towards the city.
Walk outside.
When people died in the rivers and lakes, they were buried in a pit, a roll of mat, and a pot of wine. Jingzhou buried the sword Jiuhuang by the East China Sea.
There is no tomb or monument.
"Sir, do you want to drink?"
"No, I've had enough wine today. Let's go back and make tea."