Across the heavens to be a bandit

Chapter 266 [Li Chungang, defeated! 】

Kill ten people in ten steps, and stay in a thousand miles.

Hello.

Carrying a long sword and walking the rivers and lakes, many people love this popular knight-errant poem the most.

The highlight of the poem is the word "kill".

If it is changed to the word "save", the artistic conception of the whole poem will be destroyed and it will appear nondescript.

Haha, the girl took thousands of taels of gold from King Jing'an Zhao Heng. It stands to reason that she should have been chasing and killing her all the way, but she kept saving her again and again, which is really puzzling.

Others were puzzled, but Xu Qianqiu knew it well and was never surprised.

At this time, His Royal Highness, who was sickly sitting in the carriage, was in a good mood.

With the power of the formation, two major killers were planted in the Tianmen. Although Zhao Xuansu Yuanshen offered sacrifices, it consumed a lot of money on himself.

At the same time, the tribulation of the Three Purities, the luck of the entire Dragon and Tiger Mountain, and the perception of Zhao Xuansu's lifelong cultivation are added to one person's body.

With such a huge power of catastrophe, power of bad luck, and power of cultivation, Xu Qianqiu still suffered some injuries for a while.

However, when he refines all of them, it is better than a Jiazi's cultivation.

Then, to meet the baptism of the catastrophe, you can become holy in the flesh.

Everything is still expected and under control.

At this moment, Xu Qianqiu's body is like an alchemy melting pot, boiling abnormally.

Waidan uses gold and stone medicinal materials as bait, his situation is different.

It is the inner alchemy that melts the spirit, energy and spirit, which is dangerous and not inferior to the three Zhao Xuansu ultimate moves.

If it were someone else, he would be on the verge of death at this moment, how could he be able to laugh like this.

Seeing that she was fine, Miss Hehe got away and left without saying a word.

On the East China Sea, there is a lonely boat, the Peach Blossom Sword God is holding peach blossoms, looking at the sky, the gate of heaven has been closed, and he can't return to his senses for a long time.

Jiantong rowed the boat, opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally spoke again, asking:

"Master, that young man in white is your apprentice, a closed disciple?"

Hearing this, Deng Tai'a smiled and shook his head.

In his life, he has never accepted a disciple.

But this sword boy is barely a half disciple.

Jiantong was a little confused, so he asked again:

"My lord, why is he able to control your twelve flying swords, and they move like that?"

The middle-aged man held a peach blossom in his hand, he had no choice but to knock on Jiantong's forehead, and said:
"You ask me, who do I ask?"

Originally, he thought that before leaving, he asked someone to bring a message to this distant nephew, saying that the twelve flying swords were forbidden by the secret method and had been erased by him, and he only needed the new master to drink blood to raise them. Then ten years, you can give birth to a consonance.

As long as you have enough energy and learn one of the best sword skills, you will be able to control the twelve swords.

From then on, what he owed to the Xu family, or in other words, what he owed to Wu Su for the grace of teaching and saving his life, was settled.

In the future, if you can see each other, you will never see each other again.

But he never thought that the development of things has exceeded his expectations.

Twelve flying swords, that kid can control them smoothly.

Although the flying sword killing technique is different from his, it is not weak at all.

This distant nephew has too many secrets.

In this way, the grace has not been repaid, hey...

It seems that we have to "help my uncle a million times".

In the carriage, His Royal Highness Shizi sat cross-legged, exercising his kung fu and adjusting his breath.

Old man Li in sheepskin fur opened the curtain, bent over and walked into the compartment, and sat down lazily against the car wall.

Xu Qianqiu just glanced at it and said nothing.

In the battle in the East China Sea, whoever wins and who loses, no one watching the battle can see the clues.

Xu Qianqiu knew it all, so he never asked.

As parting was imminent, Wang Xianzhi, as the old sword god, split the East China Sea with one sword, and opened the sea to see him off, giving him enough face.

Obviously, this is the kindness of thanking the half-handled Trojan horse for not killing it.

Now, even though he has reached the highest peak of martial arts, he is still standing tall.

However, Old Freak Wang never forgot the kindness of not killing and the kindness of half a wooden cow and horse.

This also made Xu Qianqiu feel a little more fond of the City Lord Wudi who had never met before.

The old sword god saw a pineapple wooden box on the cotton blanket with a picture of a hundred birds facing the phoenix, and opened the sword box very politely.

In the sword box, although there is no flying sword, it is still full of sword energy.

However, such a scene, but in the mouth of the sheepskin fur old man, it is:
"Sissy, embroidery needles.

Could it be that this junior named Deng is a woman? "

The injury continued to spread from the inside to the outside, His Royal Highness looked a little pale, and a small satin blanket from Xishu Tiangong had been covered on his knees.

In addition, a new charcoal stove has been added to the car.

At this moment, it has not yet entered winter, but the stove has already been lit, which shows how weak His Royal Highness is at this moment.

Xu Qianqiu gained power and stabilized the turbulent energy in his body, and said with a wry smile:
"Fortunately, Deng Tai'a is not here, otherwise, senior, you would have to fight again."

Li Chungang stretched out his hand to take off his boots, buckled his feet comfortably, blew his beard and stared, and said:

"Why, the old man can't beat Wang Xianzhi, and Deng Tai'a?"

Outside the carriage, the second son, Xu Fengnian, heard the sound and ran close, raised his eyebrows, and asked cautiously outside the carriage:

"Above the East China Sea, senior lost?"

Li Chungang curled his lips and said bluntly:
"If the old man loses, he loses. There is nothing to hide. Over the years, Wang Xianzhi has never stagnated in his realm, and his cultivation has been steadily rising, with a solid foundation.

In addition, Old Monster Wang has good understanding, so it's not surprising that I can't beat him.

However, in that fight, Wang Xianzhi had already used nine points of his strength.

If he fights with all his strength, I am afraid that only Lu Zu 500 years ago can suppress this man, old man, he is still not ready.

It's a pity, you kid didn't see the scene where he makes the water of the East China Sea stand, that scene can scare laymen. "

Regardless of the shock in the heart of the second son Xu Fengnian, the old sword god cast his eyes on the sword box again.

This time, he didn't speak harshly anymore, and sighed softly:
"These twelve pocket flying swords have been erased from the prohibition, and they are almost half-dead. It is not easy to keep the sword intent at present. Deng Tai'a is indeed the best in the world in raising swords and flying swords.

He is indeed a genius of swordsmanship who can make the Wu family's sword mound look down upon.

However, Jian's name is childhood sweetheart, spring water peach blossom or something, it really sours the old man's big teeth.

Compared with the wooden horse cow, it is a thousand miles away.

Swordsmanship and Taoism seem to be incompatible with each other, but in fact, they are the same as Taoism to the extreme. Deng Tai'a is a smart man.

Wang Xianzhi used his strength to prove the Tao, and this is also similar to this. Only such rivers and lakes are interesting! "

The old man in the sheepskin fur clasped his feet comfortably, so he put the hand that clasped his feet on the sword box and rubbed it for a while.

Xu Qianqiu looked a little weird.

With a wave of his hand, the sword box flew out of the carriage and fell into the hands of his younger brother Xu Fengnian, saying, "I'll send you off!"

The sword intent has not dissipated, but it can still be useful, the second son Xu Fengnian readily accepted and said:

"Thank you brother!"

Xu Qianqiu said with a smile: "The sword intent has reached its peak state, the raging river rushes to the East China Sea, and the thunder rolls down the heaven.

It seems that there are no rules because it is too domineering, but in the final analysis, it is still going along the way, and there are laws to follow.

Both technique and Taoism are indispensable.

If a person travels far, the technique is the strength of the feet, and the way is the path. If you go astray with only the strength of your feet, you will only draw the ground as a prison and will not go far.

Only knowing the direction, but not walking, is nothing more than looking at plum blossoms to quench thirst.

It is enough to comprehend the meaning of the sword, but it must not be intentionally imitated, and it will be inferior. "

Xu Fengnian nodded solemnly, keeping these words in his heart, and withdrew.

The teaching words of His Royal Highness made the old sheepskin fur man look at him with admiration, he sighed in his heart, and thought to himself, what a pity.

If it had been like this, he would have walked out of Tingchao Pavilion prison in advance a few years earlier and accepted this kid as his apprentice.

Pity!
(End of this chapter)