Lord of Time!

Chapter 104 Spring Water Sword, Thousand Waves

Chen Ping flicked his sword and made a sound, and he didn't bother to cover up his own abilities.

He seemed to understand.

Going to Feiyundu on this road, what you need to face is not only the wild pursuit of the Northern Zhou barbarian forces, but also those who come here because of fame or profit.

Among them, a big thief is not a big thief, and a knight-errant is not necessarily a knight-errant.

The rivers and lakes may no longer be rivers and lakes, and even Han people and Hu people don't need to be too clear.

Right and wrong, black and white, it just depends on the position...

The end was a mess.

In this case, the weak have no say.

Only the sword in your hand is the most trustworthy partner.

It is also the most frightening thing to make people talk about etiquette and talk about right and wrong.

He holds the sword in his hand, and the blade is pointing obliquely at the ground. His body is murderous, and his blood is surging, just like the abyss hidden in the deep sea...

Looking at his young age, he actually possessed an awe-inspiring and inviolable prestige.

People dare not underestimate it.

"Hero Yuanxi, right? It's not easy for you to manage such a reputation. You may have done a lot of good things in your daily life...

Listen to my advice, before you find out the whole story, it is better for everyone not to violate the river water, there is no need to fight to the death. "

"Just you?"

The old man with long beard laughed dumbfoundedly, stretched out his hand to caress his long beard under his chin, shook his head, and didn't bother to answer.

It's not that I didn't understand clearly.

On the contrary, it is very clear.

If you want to take Princess Mingyue, pass by Yuanxi, and go straight to Linshan Mansion, the little guy is thinking too much.

Fame and wealth come first, and it depends on this time whether they can become successful, and how can they just say something nice with a red mouth and white teeth, and they can get away with it?
When Chen Ping saw this person's expression, he already understood that what he said just now was playing the piano to a cow.

"It's hard to persuade the damned ghost with good words...In this case, everyone depends on their abilities and their destiny."

His eyes turned cold, and he stopped talking now.

It's just that the fingers holding the sword are slightly tighter, and the killing intent is stronger.

After all, this is not a later life. Sometimes, there is not so much reason to kill and be killed.

There is no need to distinguish between good people and bad people, Han people and Hu people.

Draw the sword to divide life and death, that's all.

All the spectators around were still watching the excitement before.

Now, the eye-catching ones are basically standing far away, just peeking, not daring to approach.

At this time, it is very different from before.

According to the rules of the rivers and lakes, the challenge to learn from each other is just to compete.

Now, it is a matter of life and death...

The two sides were full of murderous intent, and it didn't matter how serious the attack was. If the attack was out of control and accidentally injured the diners nearby, there was no place to complain.

"If it was me, I would have taken people and fled quickly... Doesn't he know that Zhao Yunshen, the hero of Yuanxi, is a top-notch master who has opened up eight extraordinary meridians?
Within a radius of a hundred miles, he has a great reputation, and there are as many disciples and grandchildren as a cow's hair.Even if the masters of the local list pass by, they still have to pay a visit, and dare not underestimate them. "

"I heard that Tian Qi was just a beggar before he became famous. He relied on his amazing power and learned some martial arts, so he flourished.

But after all, he came from a humble background, so how could he understand how strong some famous people in the world are? "

"Doesn't anyone think that Tian Qiyi is very majestic with a sword in his hand? I don't think he will lose..."

"What do you know?"

"Don't even look at his age, and ask who the hero Yuanxi is, let alone the [-]th in the Qianlong list, even if he enters the top [-], it is still unknown whether he can block the three moves of the hero Zhao."

"Not to mention, this time, Senior Zhao also brought Cheng Fang, the eldest disciple of the Chunshui Sword Gym, Liuquan Jian, and the seven disciples under his sect, obviously with the intention of winning..."

People around the audience can see clearly.

There are even a few masters of the rivers and lakes among them, but they are thinking in their hearts, whether they should also get a hand in and get a share of the pie.

The Xingqing mansion's arrest warrant is nothing, but the reward from the Beihu mission is like gold and silver...

They give too much.

As for whether it is Dali or Beizhou, what does it matter?

It has been 300 years since the founding of Dali, and he has lived well without seeing the people.

It doesn't matter whoever is in power.

"What a brat who doesn't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth, Junior Brother, go and rescue Princess Mingyue, and leave this person to me to deal with."

Flowing Spring Sword Cheng Fang looks lean and stable, and the long sword in his hand is also three points wider than ordinary people...

He drew his sword in his hand, and his aura was mighty and mighty, giving people the feeling of being continuous like water and penetrating through every hole.

It is another one that has more than five meridians.

Chen Ping's eyes flickered slightly, thinking that this old man surnamed Zhao, a hero of Yuanxi, was good at teaching apprentices.

The eight disciples under his sect are all extraordinary.

The worst one was a little bit better than Jiang Teng, a disciple of Changkong Martial Arts who he shot with a sleeve crossbow that day.

However, time changes and things change. The me of today is not the me of yesterday.

Flowing Spring Sword Cheng Fang's sword turned into a continuous stream of water from where it rose. It was obvious that the sword was drawn face to face, but it was entangled from all directions.

The four disciples behind him had smiles on their faces, their figures flickered, and they rushed towards the colorful face behind Chen Ping who had put down the drumstick long ago with their swords in hand.

These people have long understood that to get the reward from the barbarians of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, it is not just about killing this rising star on the Qianlong list.

The key is that innocent and beautiful girl.

There must be no loss.

"People die for money, birds die for food, what a pity, what a pity..."

Chen Ping, who was trapped by the force of the flowing sword Cheng Fang, didn't seem to move, and there was still a hint of sarcasm on his face.

It seemed to move again, and the right half of his body became blurred for a moment.

Just like looking at the scenery in the water, you can't see clearly.

The four young swordsmen who had just rushed past him from the side fell to the ground as they ran...

The blood on the neck was spurting like a fountain, and there was a gurgle in the throat.

The sword in his hand had already fallen to the ground with a loud bang.

"Brother... what did you do?"

Cheng Fang was so angry that he couldn't believe his eyes.

His swordsmanship is as dense as water, firmly trapping the opponent in place, and even taking a step forward, pointing the sword at the middle of the palace, forcing the opponent to fight hard.

In such a surefire situation, he didn't see clearly how the other party made a move, and how did he kill his four juniors?
Chen Ping made a horizontal stroke with his sword, and with a slight increase in his hand, a huge shocking force emanated from the sword.

As soon as Cheng Fang stabbed with his sword, it felt as if he had stabbed above a mountain, and all his back moves were useless.

Under the huge shock, he couldn't stand upright, couldn't help leaning back, and staggered back.

I heard a sneer in my ear: "Do you still need to ask? Seeking benevolence and deserving benevolence, they want to seek their own death, no one can blame them."

He knocked Cheng Fang back with a sword, and estimated the opponent's sword strength...

This person's internal energy swordsmanship is actually not weak, and his internal energy cultivation has already reached the fourth level. When he uses his sword with all his strength, under the blessing of internal energy, he also has a sword strength of five or six thousand catties.

Ordinary fine iron can be cut with a single sword, like broken rotten wood.

This level of strength, compared to the general second-rate in the world, is naturally crushed, no wonder he is so bullish...

Clearly hearing about his many achievements, he still dared to boast that Haikou had won him.

It's a pity that realm and combat power are sometimes not the same thing at all.

Chen Ping's energy and blood strength has reached an unbelievable [-] Jin, and his Qingfengwuying swordsmanship has long been accomplished.

When he made a move, not only was his strength extremely strong, it should not be measured by the third-order realm at all...

The sword technique is even more shadowless and invisible, and the sword moves to the point where there is no warning at all.

Heartbeat and sword movement.

The sword cares first...

Before others could see his move clearly, he had already been hit.

Those four disciples of the Spring Water Sword Gym walked past him loudly, wanting to make a fool of themselves... It was true that they were flying to see the King of Hell, and they couldn't stop them.

"Fang'er back away."

Before Chen Ping could take a step forward, the sword fell.

There was another roar in the hall.

The bearded old man, Yuanxi hero Zhao Yuanshen couldn't bear it anymore.

I don’t know if this guy likes to eat “Cock Rooster” on weekdays. His voice makes people have to obey...

Drinking casually, the turmoil of the internal energy can shake the inn, making people tremble with fear, for fear that the house will collapse in the next moment.

More majestic than his voice is his sword.

The sound of drinking just came out.

Zhao Yunshen had already drawn out his sword, he came later and arrived first, before Cheng Fang swung his sword, he pierced through more than ten zhang away, and arrived in front of Chen Ping.

The sword light is like a horse...

First, it murmured like spring water, and then it turned into a long river with big waves.

Arriving in front of Chen Ping, the sword's momentum was raised layer by layer, the light shone, and it turned into a sea of ​​raging waves.

"Chunshui swordsmanship, that is Chunshui swordsmanship."

"Spring water flows eastward, the sea is full of waves, and there are thousands of violent waves."

All around whispered.

"what!"

Chen Ping's eyebrows twitched slightly. He wanted to take advantage of Cheng Fang's sword force to stab the big student of Chunshui Sword Academy to death with his sword at the same time.

It was discovered that the swords in front of him overlapped and turned into big waves.

Vitality is surging all around, and the undercurrent is swirling...

It was as if he was in a big water, before the opponent's sword arrived, the gurgling strength had already caused his body to deflect and hit the sword's edge straight.

"There are a few brushes, no wonder they are famous."

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, and he didn't try to counter the opponent's sword force at the moment, but just followed the undercurrent and turned into a colorful butterfly, flying and prance in the square inch covered by the sword light.

He was not in a hurry to counterattack.

The opponent's cultivation base is advanced, and his swordsmanship is quite exquisite. Since he has been in the rivers and lakes, the chances of being able to confront such a strong opponent are actually not many.

There is no harm in knowing more about it.

Just like three days ago, after a fight with the Wusheng Jianjian old man, he felt that he had a little more confidence and a lot of insights.

There are all kinds of unspeakable benefits to improving one's own cultivation.

Thinking of the Wusheng Sword, he realized that the one in front of him had a more ferocious attacking momentum.However, the lethality is actually not as strong as that old sword man known as "Sword Slave".

When Old Man Jian drew his sword, Chen Ping couldn't even dodge it...

Being overwhelmed by the opponent's aura, he had no choice but to fight head-on.

Moreover, when the old man stabbed out with a sword, he attacked both mentally and physically.

A strange force of annihilation and erosion penetrated directly into the internal organs...

With Chen Ping's strong physique, he couldn't completely resist it, and he was injured and spurted blood in an instant.

And what about Zhao Yunshen in front of him.

Obviously there is no such attack power.

It's not that his internal energy is insufficient, or his sword power is too weak.

It's a lack of will, or a belief.

However, the hero Yuanxi is a veteran master after all, completely worthy of his reputation.

Under the blessing of inner energy, the sword was so powerful that even the entire space was shattered by the sword light, and the ripples were distorted... If you really want to measure it in terms of strength, there is no [-] jin of strength, but [-] jin.

Of course, as long as the inner energy is involved in the attack of heaven and earth, it cannot be calculated by pure physical strength.

Sometimes, as long as the sword turns into a needle, as long as it is tough and sharp enough, perhaps with only a thousand catties of strength, it can penetrate an opponent with strong defense.

The premise is that you can hit the target.

Zhao Yunshen's sword became more and more urgent, and the sword's power became heavier and heavier, until it stirred up a three-foot radius until the blue waves glistened, and the air twisted...

But the sword light stabs back and forth, cuts horizontally and vertically, but it can't cut the real point.

It seems that Chen Ping's figure has turned into a phantom, a ghost.

It looks like it is still enveloped by the sword, but it seems that it does not exist...

"Yanhui Diewu, I didn't expect you to learn the secret technique of Baihua Valley. However, if you want to escape your life just by dodging, it's impossible."

Zhao Yunshen made more than ten sword strikes, but the swords missed, and his old face was a little bit unbearable.

At this moment, he didn't even care too much about the lives and deaths of his disciples.

I am a dignified Yuanxi hero, a first-class top expert, and I have to fight dozens of hundreds of rounds against a rising star with more than 300 in the Qianlong list.If it spread, wouldn't it make people laugh out loud?
"Thousand Waves!"

He took another step, and his white face suddenly turned blood red.

The long sword in his hand trembled slightly.

There was a splash of water in the air.

The sword energy surged, and the inn lobby seemed to really turn into a blue sea.

Countless sword shadows turned into big waves and strangled towards the middle.

Swords roared in all directions, turning into a whirlpool, trapping Chen Ping in it.

"That's all."

Chen Ping chuckled lightly.

After seeing through Zhao Yunshen's sword posture, he felt that he had gained a lot. He no longer held back his hands, and as soon as his body was empty, dozens of afterimages appeared.

The blue wave sword light flashed, and the afterimages shattered one by one.

Amid the exclamation of everyone, Zhao Yunshen's frenzied wave of sword energy encircled and cut down.

The air burst and shot, and a ray of skylight was cut out from the middle of the inn, and it was split into two halves.

However, he did not see the blood splashing from Chen Ping's body.

No, his person and sword have all disappeared.

"Pfft..."

Just when Zhao Yunshen realized something was wrong and wanted to return his sword to protect himself, his body froze and froze in place.

Looking down, a sword tip was exposed on his chest, and blood dripped down.

The roar of the sword like a dragon's chant was heard by everyone at this time...

"This……"

"Master!"

"Master..."

Several people were about to rush forward, crying and shouting.

"The breeze has no shadow, it's clear, it's clear..."

Zhao Yunshen's eyes were gloomy, and he couldn't catch his breath.

With all his strength, he raised his left hand to signal his disciples not to come forward.

Not only was the opponent so powerful that he couldn't even stab himself, but his swordsmanship was even more unbelievable. When he killed his four disciples earlier, he had seen clearly his shadowless swordsmanship and was on guard.

However, when facing the sword just now, he was still fascinated by the phantom and the breeze...

What the eyes see and what the inner qi senses are all fake.

The sword is there and not there.

So much so, after being struck by the sword, it was discovered that the phantom of the other party was fake, the breeze was fake, and even the person was fake.

This kind of swordsmanship has reached the point where in the legend of Qingfeng Wuying Sword, the sword is hidden in the sword, and there is no shadow in the shadow...

Careless.

Blinded by interests, he underestimated his opponents.

The previous sword pierced the heart, and the huge shock hit him, which had already shattered his internal organs.

The sea of ​​Qi in his dantian was shaken away, and even the last trace of life was shattered.

So aggressive.

Even if it is a head-on fight, I may not be able to fight it, not to mention, body skills and swordsmanship are all at a disadvantage.

How could he not die?

Zhao Yun sighed deeply, and looked at his disciples with compassion, his heart was overwhelmed by regret.

His head drooped and he lost his breath.

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Some book friends feel that the level of strength in the book is vague, and some book friends have never even read martial arts novels, so they feel a little helpless.

This chapter is a bit long-winded...

In order to avoid water, I will not use too much pen and ink on the practice in the future, and I will only mention one or two sentences at most.

Regarding the complementarity of state and skills, the relationship between internal strength and lightness kung fu and swordsmanship, and the difference between physical strength and internal energy attack power, I won't explain much, and I will make up for those who don't understand.

A brief summary: Practicing Qi and Blood Martial Arts:

The first level: tendon and bone skin;
Second stage: dirty blood marrow;
The third stage: condense energy and gather energy (Hunyuan iron body), open three bright orifices;
The fourth level: gather blood to coagulate pill (silver body), open three hidden orifices;
The fifth level: transforming the gang, condensing the innate strength of the gang (the golden body of Hunyuan, the formation of martial arts, and the opening of the three divine orifices).

The sixth level: True Dharma,
Seventh step: I will mention it later.

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Qi training path:

Level [-]: Peiyuan (Fitness and Strength)
The second stage: nourishing Qi (laying the foundation)

The third stage: the small Zhoutian

The fourth stage: after opening the meridians (opening the eight meridians) the Great Zhoutian
The fifth level: general governor, breaking the innate, innate true energy, clear martial intent, martial intent illusion.

The sixth level: the unity of man and nature, the great master.

Seventh Order: More on that later.

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