Fu Canglu

Chapter 522
Ren Pingsheng shook the hilt of his sword.

He took a deep breath and smiled slightly.

"I will be my life."

"In this life, I only wanted to repair a sword."

The skinny swordsman with blood on his face smiled and shook his head: "But without the phoenix chick, how can I be consummated in this life?"

He clenched his swords tightly.

Nine Hate Changming.

The young phoenix shook violently.

"I heard that you have the nine-stroke sword style."

Xi Yao, who was standing not far away, stood firm, with his sleeves bulging, smiled and hooked his fingers, "Let's take a look."

Ren Pingsheng lowered his head, and the vitality flowing through the taboos of the sword sutra caressed his heart gently, stroking back and forth, suddenly like clear water flowing, suddenly like a rainstorm hitting the shore, suddenly stagnant for a moment.

The world is as big as a sword.

Peace of mind.

He does have the nine-stroke sword style.

But that was a long time ago.

Nine hates have nine hates.

After getting the phoenix chick, there will be no regrets and no hatred.

Ren Pingsheng closed his eyes, let the sword flow flow through the sword, and finally slowly seeped into the bone marrow.

He said calmly, "I do have nine swords."

Just the moment when I closed my eyes.

He looked back at his life in his mind.

That thin figure is on the Fengting City Tower in the Northern Wei Dynasty, in the tavern in Xiguan, under the thunder drum of the West Barrier, and on the hilltop of the South China Sea.

Countless Ren Pingsheng turned around.

Make eye contact with yourself.

They all had only one sword.

At this moment, Ren Pingsheng opened his eyes, his eyes were pitch black, and the countless "Ren Pingsheng" slowly overlapped.

When he first debuted, he swept away the swordsmen of the Northern Wei Dynasty like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

After becoming famous with the sword crown, he became famous like a thunderbolt on the flat ground, and everyone knew about it in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Since Fengting City was defeated by Jian Zongming's sword, the heart of the sword collapsed, and then he flinched and lost the heart of the sword.

Wu Niu panted for the bright moon.

In the heavy snow on March [-]th, he came to Xiguan alone, barely clothed, struggling to survive, and then met Jiang Qingyi.

That man in Tsing Yi changed his life.

Feng Chu changed herself.

The previous life trajectories one after another overlapped and overlapped.

Finally folded into a person.

At this moment, Ren Pingsheng with two swords in both hands.

What I think in my mind, what I do now, and my posture are all the same.

He took a deep breath, his abdomen puffed up, and two rolling thunders passed into Nine Hate Phoenix Cub from his sleeves.

Between the heavens and the earth, the sword energy exploded.

It was snowing heavily at the border of the Western Regions.

Under the sword qi surging against the sky, within a few breaths, within a radius of tens of feet, a heavy rain suddenly fell!

There was a thin swordsman holding two swords like umbrellas, the hilts of the swords were retracted into the sleeves, and suddenly started running wildly, and the two sleeves rolled into the swords, jumping repeatedly on the swords.

In Ren Pingsheng's blind eyes, a bright sun rose at this moment.

He shouted loudly, the tip of his tongue was like thunder.

Can't hear the word.

Nine hate phoenix chicks are exquisite and subtle swords. Whether the sword body is simple or simple, it has done a lot of work on the subtleties.

Ren Pingsheng raised his sleeves, and first struck out the domineering Nine Hate.

The torrential rain curtain was torn apart suddenly, and the raindrops that unfortunately came into contact with Jiuhen sneered loudly, as if they had hit the hot iron, turning into a puff of smoke.

Liang Liang quickly raised one hand, with five fingers spread out, trying to hold the Jiuhen Sword, which has the sword energy of Ren Ping's life in three feet. Ben Lei from the Taboo Scroll of the Sword Sutra viciously flicked away the snow-white five fingers of the No.1 in the Western Regions.

Liang Liang turned his head expressionlessly, letting Nine Hate slash down, chopping hard on his shoulder, creating a burst of red sparks.

A layer of Suzaku Void Flame is covered on the body of the Great Vajra.

The sword body went from scalding to boiling, with vertical and horizontal lines and cracks.

Ren Pingsheng turned a deaf ear to it, and clenched his five fingers together, scorching hot, without feeling the pain.

There is a long cry of phoenix chicks between heaven and earth, which is completely different from Jiuhen.

The phoenix chick was like a cloudy wind of indecision, blowing over the back of Liang Liang's neck.

Xi Yao narrowed his eyes suddenly, but with his naked eyes he could not clearly see when this simple and exquisite sword disappeared from Ren Pingsheng's sleeve, and when it came to the back of his neck.

Ren Pingsheng looked calm.

A sword and a young phoenix are like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

One sword and nine hates are like thunder on the ground.

It's too good to pay homage to the sword.

These two swords, one feminine and the other wild, but in the final analysis, they are all wanton sword energy, like a young man who is arrogant and reckless.

The Western Region No. 1 who could kill Ren Pingsheng's head with one hand rubbed his body, ignored the phoenix chick that was about to fall on the back of his pink and white neck, and sent it forward with his shoulders, dragging Jiuhen to hand out a series of crackling sparks.

All she needs to do is gently strike Ren Pingsheng's neck, and this Xiguan sword master will fall on this snowy plain.

It's just that the thin swordsman, whose face was covered with blood, could no longer see what was in front of him, but suddenly retracted his body, his shoulders trembled slightly, and his whole posture changed from outgoing to restrained.

Wu Niu panted for the bright moon.

Sword energy is like courage.

He seemed to have lost all his guts suddenly, and he no longer had the courage to draw the sword. The phoenix chick that was supposed to be chopped off the back of the Xi Yao just blew a gust of cold wind, circled hoarsely, and ran back again. In his big sleeve.

Ren Pingsheng retreated fifteen steps precariously.

The sweeping speed of each step is extremely fast, but the footsteps are subtle, like a married woman waiting in her boudoir, feminine and humble.

The more this is the case, the more it makes people feel insulted.

It's too unsatisfactory after paying homage to the defeated sword.

Xi Yao fluttered his palm and chased him for fifteen steps.

After fifteen steps, there was a thunderclap, even like her, after she dropped her palm, she was a little surprised that she was exerting too much force at this moment, which was not her original intention.

Be forgiving and forgiving.

But there are always people in the world who bully, humiliate and destroy it.

Those people who abused Ren Pingsheng in the tavern.

Look down on those people who went to the tavern to be beaten and begged for drinks in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

It snows heavily in Xiguan for three or nine days.

That day, when the thin man picked up his sword again, he raised his courage.

There is also a sword spirit.

The green snake in the sleeve is thick, and the sword spirit is long on the temples.

Ren Ping let out a growl, the corners of his eyes were bloodstained and split open with a thud.

Half of the face was bloody and bloody.

Xi Yao's hand was only an inch away from the top of his head.

Fengchu's nine hatreds overlapped and resisted.

Liang Liang's face was extremely cold, staring at his hand that had turned from fiery red to snow white.

It was snowing heavily in March and September, and the sky and the earth were extremely cold. The blade of the sword was passed into his palm, and the chill penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and his virtual inflammation seemed to be frozen.

Ren Pingsheng's sole sank a foot.

He said with a wry smile: "Please Fengchu go to the enemy with Jiuhen."

The two swords overlapped, and the sword energy burst out, shaking with an unstoppable force.

Liang Liang's pressed palm was lifted up.

She pressed her palm again in an instant.

No matter how strong your sword qi is, no matter how unparalleled you are, I only need one palm.

If this sword was half as exquisite as his "Great Yuan Qi Sword", Liang Liang would never dare to make such a big deal.

Ren Pingsheng's waist and abdomen contracted and then swelled, and his whole body fell backwards, almost parallel to the ground for a moment.

When his toes touched the ground, two waves of mud splashed away in a snort. There was no wind and force, and he abruptly avoided the palm and kept sliding back.

If the whole person is so light that it ignores gravity, and there are wings trembling behind it, shuttling through the heavy rain without being stained by a drop of rain.

In her sleeves, Feng Chu Jiuhen shrunk most of her head, the blade did not leak, only the tip of the sword protruded, and she kept kissing the mud lightly on the mud-ridden snowfield.

Like wearing flowers and loving butterflies.

The more you sweep back, the stronger the sword energy in your body becomes, and the sword energy overflowing above the dome actually seems to be about to descend.

Liang Liang glanced upwards indifferently, not paying attention to the thundercloud slowly gathering above his head.

She clenched her hands suddenly.

There is nothingness in the palm of your hand.

A long spear more than ten feet thick was solidified inch by inch, boiling in the palm of his hand, and finally solidified, scorching hot.

one shot

The world was pushed to the limit by this gun.

There is no retreat, there is no escape.

Ren Pingsheng who swept back on the flat ground suddenly stood up.

The hot spear that was aimed at his head passed through his shoulder, and half of his body was slightly stagnated by the spear piercing.

Ren Pingsheng's face was expressionless, the corners of his lips were pulled slightly, as if he didn't feel the pain from the piercing shoulder.

After he got up, he swept forward like a thunderbolt.

The sword energy accumulated to the extreme, followed him to press forward.

The general trend of the world is flowing eastward.

Nine hates are thrown.

In an instant, the handle of Nine Hate came within walking distance of Xi Yao.

Liang Liang clenched Nine Hate with one hand, his gaze was drawn away by the long sword which was struck at a ridiculously fast speed.

One leaf blinds both eyes.

The No.1 in the Western Regions felt ominous.

Liang Liang stomped his feet suddenly.

Back to the carbine.

The red flame spear that pierced Ren Pingsheng's right shoulder was nailed into the snowy ground, and at this moment, it rose from the ground, piercing a huge blood hole in Ren Pingsheng's left shoulder.

The thin swordsman with blood holes on his shoulders staggered for a moment, and ran faster.

The galloping horse does not look back.

He laughed miserably, and watched the red spears rise up from Liang Liang's back one after another, densely packed together, smashing down like locusts.

Wang Yang wantonly.

drown him.

Ren Ping only has one phoenix chick in his life.

He waved Fengchu with great difficulty, the tip of the sword flew sparks one after another, shuttling through the ocean of Suzaku's emptiness, the tip of Fengchu's sword was in front of him, like a peacock spreading its tail.

Flying fish against the current.

When Ren Pingsheng stumbled out of the Suzaku Void Flame Spear Formation, there was nothing good about him.

All flesh and blood were burnt to ashes by the high temperature.

All the skin was crumbled into fly ash.

He forgot all his sword moves.

Forget about everything.

When he got out of Suzaku Void Flame, he was still waving the phoenix chick with four patterns.

There are four lines, and then there is a click, and with the vigorous waving movement, it turns into iron filings that crack open.

The sword has been like this.

What about people?

This skinny man was covered in blood, and even the blood was burned dry.

Liang Liang stood in front of him, his shoulders sank.

The man slowly waved the non-existent phoenix chick, moved it to his face bit by bit, and then bumped into himself gently.

Xi Yao frowned blankly.

She watched Ren Pingsheng's knees move down bit by bit.

Kneel down.

Then fell to the ground.

This man has nine sword moves.

Only eight swords were used.

The ninth sword, there will be no more.

Never again.

(End of this chapter)