By the Guangling River, two figures stood.
Wearing a purple robe with a long sword on his back, he looks extraordinary, and his bare hands are very majestic.
The two seemed to have made an agreement. They stood two feet apart. They did not make any move, but just gathered strength. Their robes puffed up without any wind, making everyone onlookers applaud.
"Damn, how come these two people are so familiar? Where have they met?" A middle-aged man with messy hair like a thatch cooed while holding a bad horse. Then his eyes widened and he cursed in a low voice: "Fuck!" Yes, wasn’t this what I heard from an old blind man downstairs at the city gate two days ago?”
Speaking of this period of time, the most widely circulated story in the world was the shocking battle between the new Sword God and Old Monster Wang in the East China Sea.
The battle in the East China Sea lasted only one day, but the story of the new sword god, also known as the sword ghost, who opened the sea two hundred feet with one sword to fight Wang Xianzhi, had spread all over the country.
If you're a gangster and don't know about this once-in-a-lifetime event, you can just hit him to death with a piece of tofu! This makes those storytellers extremely happy. In the past, they spent several kilograms of foam to survive but could only earn a few copper coins. Now they only need to brag to death about how majestic the new sword gods are with their swords coming from the east, and those bullish sword cultivators. Maybe a piece of broken silver was thrown in.
Sword cultivators have a reason to be generous. Two taels of silver can buy a straight back, which is not expensive!
Zi Yi Dare Jiang Hu Ke, those of you who practice spears, knives and sticks, can you do it?
Later, I saw that some young ladies were also attracted to this new sword god. These storytellers went on to boast about how suave and elegant the purple-robed sword god was. At first, there were a few who were too shameless to talk about it. Reserved, later I saw that this daughter's family was more generous than those who played swordsman. They didn't care about their face. They just hated that the scholars for thousands of years said too few words. They turned over and over again, but they were unparalleled in the world, and there were only a few words in the universe.
Guessing that the spectators had gathered enough to take action, the two knights jumped up gracefully and stepped on the river to show off their magical powers.
The crowd of spectators cheered. I didn’t see the battle on the East China Sea with my own eyes, but the scene in front of me was not bad, was it?
Especially the man in purple who wields a sword. His carefully prepared sword moves are dazzling and intimidating. The layman is stunned for a moment, wishing he could kowtow and become his master on the spot.
Seniors in the martial arts world have not deceived me. There is indeed a future in swordplay!
The shouts and cheers became more and more deafening, and the two men on the river fought harder and harder.
Why are you out here messing around?
Not for fame?
Otherwise, why would you have to take the water route if there is a dry road? Why would you have to walk in the water with your clothes wet when there is a boat?
After today, I hope the two of them can give themselves a resounding name, such as the Sky-shattering Sword and the Wave-Breaking Fist.
Suddenly, there was an explosion in the crowd. It turned out that it was the swordsman who slashed out with his sword. There was a wave without wind, and a line of wave submerged the unarmed man. The wave went on without abating, hitting the shore directly, and captured several people who were watching in rapt attention. in water.
Damn, this swordsman is really a master if he can fight so thrillingly! Even if it's not as good as the most famous purple-clothed sword god, it's not far behind, right?
On the bustling riverside, there was a small circle separated from everyone. There were three people guarding outside the circle. One was carrying a divination spurge, one had a face like an iceberg and was holding a scarlet spear, and the other was a one-eyed blind man with a paralyzed face. They were just looking. At first glance, you could tell that he was not someone to be trifled with.
It was rare that His Highness the Crown Prince was not using him like a mule or an ox. He hugged the turbulent scenery with both hands and cursed the two people who were showing off their tricks in the river. He secretly cursed "bumpkin" with a look of contempt on his face.
Not to mention those experts in the Zhixuan and Celestial realms, she, a woman who has not entered the Vajra realm, can't stand this crappy fight. Even the blind man Yang Qingfeng, whom she despises the most, can't deal with these two mediocre martial arts people. All it takes is three punches and two kicks.
Shu shyly turned his eyes to the purple figure next to the prince, feeling sorry for himself.
How come this young man with such terrifying martial arts skills doesn't understand the charm and doesn't behave in any way towards her? Can't you learn from Li Chungang, who has no masterly demeanor? She has so many skills in bed and doesn't want to give it a try?
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince poked Jingzhou with his elbow and said cheerfully: "If the two people fighting in the river knew that the famous new sword god was standing on the riverside watching the battle, the two of them would not be able to get together. Dig a crack in the ground with your tail and crawl in?"
His Highness the Crown Prince thought again of the secret letter sent by Lu Qiu with an eagle. Those "old-timers" in the world, who had obtained the gossip through hearsay, patched it up here and there, and combined it with their own experience, almost destroyed the man next to him in the East China Sea. The new sword god, who had a huge fight with Wang Xianzhi, told the story that the new sword god was the illegitimate son of the Wu family's sword tomb, and he had somehow mastered a set of peerless swordsmanship. An ancient sword overturned the Wu Family Sword Tomb.
Jing Zhou laughed it off.
The old Taoist Wei Shuyang touched the goatee under his chin and looked at it with great interest.
Who hasn’t been young enough to enter the world of martial arts for the first time? When he heard about Li Jianshen's deeds, didn't he follow suit and do many things that are ridiculous now looking back?
It’s just that the world has been quiet for too long. It’s been so long that one generation has turned gray and the younger generations don’t know the grace of their predecessors.
Not to mention Wang Xianzhi fighting the enemy with both hands, how many years has it been since the second person in the world fought against others?
The arena is so big, it would be nice to be lively.
Compared with the leisure time of the old man in gray, Pei Nanwei, the Princess of Jing'an, was treated like a maid, and she was dripping with sweat. The heavy scenery in front of her weighed down the slender waist of the princess who had been on the rouge list twice. It was a bit heavy to walk, not to mention that she was carrying a relatively heavy box in her little hands, which contained two jars of wine.
Lu Qiu'er once said something that made sense to His Highness. This woman was just like the falcon he raised. If he wanted her to be obedient, he had to train her slowly.
Princess Jing'an has a good reputation, but Zhao Heng, an old boy, never takes this woman as his bed partner for a day. Being treated as an outcast by Zhao Heng, Pei Nanwei still couldn't recognize his identity and put on airs in front of him.
He, Xu Fengnian, is not in a hurry, but has a lot of patience. Let's see how long this broken shoe, which he should nominally call his aunt, can remain strong.
Jing Zhou glanced at Xu Fengnian meaningfully, took a jar of wine from Princess Jing'an, and started drinking by himself.
The best in the world is not invincible, especially Pei Nanwei.
Is it just talk?
His Royal Highness was looked at strangely.
What does this look mean?
Seeking happiness for yourself?
Xu Fengnian has been listening to ditties, drinking some wine, and having fun since he was twelve years old in Chu Lushan's house. He has practiced thirty-six postures. His kung fu is so good that it can be compared to playing with a knife.
Jingzhou looked at the lake and said something unclearly: "There are mountains outside the mountains that are higher than the mountains. Hold on to the wall and get out..."
Pei Nanwei seemed to have thought of something, his face turned hot.
While His Royal Highness was deep in thought, an untimely sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded.
Whether it was a ranger or a local citizen, when they turned around and saw soldiers with superb equestrian skills, armed with swords and crossbows, their expressions suddenly changed. They didn't care to watch the two people fighting hard on the river, and they scattered to both sides. The slower ones or the He came from other places and didn't know the rules and avoided it. In the blink of an eye, he was pierced by a soldier on horseback with a straw tip, and blood spattered on the spot.
The corpse was thrown off the thatch and fell to the ground. A moment later, it was trampled by the horse's hooves, its intestines and internal organs were shattered on the ground, and the pungent smell of blood spread instantly.
Dozens of light cavalry with distinctive armors cut their way through the crowd of people. The bystanders who dispersed to the side secretly thanked themselves for hiding quickly. Just by looking at these soldiers wearing standard armors, they knew that it was the prince of Guangling, Zhao Bi, who was traveling. , shouldn’t he deserve to die if he blocks the way of His Royal Highness? Wasn't his death in vain?
This extremely bloated prince is one of the few truly noble people in the world.
In the Guangling area, there is no royal law, only the family law of the fat pig prince. His father, King Zhao Yi of Guangling, was the younger brother of the Son of Heaven. Not only did he have the most powerful navy in the world, but he also had an elite cavalry force, especially the 8,000-strong bodyguards behind the Kuai army. Like thunder and lightning, it is said that it can compete with the Snow Dragon Cavalry of Beiliang.
During the Spring and Autumn National War, Zhao Yi led the Kuai army, broke through the gates of the palaces of several countries, and snatched the queens and princesses of the subjugated countries back to Guangling.
Behind dozens of light cavalry, there was a sweat-blooded horse with lustrous coat, carrying a fat man trembling with fat on its back. Behind the bloody horse was an old man in gray clothes with eyes like daggers and a shape like a withered tree.
One person squeezed out from the crowd and ran to the foot of Zhao's horse. He stood on tiptoe and whispered, pointing at Qade Bird, Shu Sha, and Pei Nanwei.
It is said that the Crown Prince of Guangling has a group of henchmen who are stationed all over Guangling, specifically responsible for helping him find beautiful and charming young ladies. Today, when I saw them, the rumors turned out to be true.
Several young scholars who had guessed the reason for Prince Jinglao's arrival turned to the small circle surrounded by Guangling cavalry and sneered. Carrying a pretty girl with her around Guangling is like a child walking through the bustling city with gold in hand.
The maids brought by the two young masters could not escape the fate of being suppressed by the fat pig prince. So what if you have a Zhupao official in your family? When we arrived in the Guangling area, there was only one young master, and his surname was Zhao!
The Prince of Guangling smiled and stared at several women whose figures were more voluptuous than the last, and couldn't help but laugh.
The woman in red is a little older, but she has a killer figure! Especially the foxy one at heart, wouldn't it be possible to do more tricks by taking it back?
Just thinking about it is enough!
Especially the little lady wearing Jingchai cloth and carrying a wooden box, she is stunning! In the eyes of Prince Guangling, who has extraordinary vision, the fairies in the sky are nothing more than that! She also had a graceful and luxurious aura that could not be concealed even by clothes worth a few pennies. This made Prince Guangling more and more curious about the story behind this girl.
Shu Sha was so disgusted by Zhao Bi's gaze that she resisted the murderous intention and turned her head to the side. Even if it was Li Chungang who was picking at his feet and picking out his crotch, she was not willing to be taken advantage of by the bloated Crown Prince of Guangling.
Pei Nanwei lowered his head slightly, his expression unchanged.
The Fat Pig Prince wiped away his saliva and waved his hand: "Grab it!"
Many onlookers were not surprised. What does it mean to snatch a woman in the street? This fat pig prince also did something even more ridiculous and staged a live erotica for others.
Jingzhou looked away from Zhao Bi, chuckled lightly, turned to His Highness the Crown Prince, and said, "Let me see your sword skills, you have become quite interesting with them."
The Prince of Guangling clicked his tongue twice when he heard this. He was not angry but happy, and for the first time he glanced forward. Who in Guangling was not frightened when they saw him? Who dares to resist? The game of resignation was really boring to Zhao Bi.
Today, I met a man with a lot of backbone. Prince Guangling decided to show mercy to the young man from outside the country by showing him his skills in bed, and then asked his subordinates to send the outsider to the West.
Those dozens of Qingqi knew that their eldest son liked to watch "heroes" resist in vain, so they were not in a hurry to take action, but laughed unscrupulously.
The onlookers shook their heads and sighed, secretly lamenting that Jing Zhou and his party didn't know how high the sky was.
Except for a few people in the palace, who else in this world can make Prince Guangling and his son see this?
The more you resist in front of Zhao Bi, the more painful your death will be.
Xu Fengnian laughed evilly and stepped forward with a knife.
The old man in gray who was following Zhao Bi smiled disdainfully and got off his horse.
He's just a child with a yellow mouth. How many kilograms can he have? Relatively speaking, it was the old man in gray who stood tall and caressed his beard that made him a little afraid.
Zhao Bi turned to the general who was holding up the black snake spear and asked with a ferocious face: "Guess how many moves this kid can withstand? Don't be beaten to death in just three or five hits."
The general replied: "The prince can make this boy survive as many moves as he wants."
Do you really think that after practicing a few sword skills, you think you can walk sideways in Guangling?
Not far away, there are thousands of Kuai-back troops stationed in Dayanji. Let alone an unknown boy, even if Gu Jiantang, the best swordsman in the world, comes, the Guangling army can easily crush him!
The fat pig prince's eyes were full of smiles, and his eyes fell on the old man in gray who always did everything for him, and he waited and saw.
"Becoming an Immortal in One Step"
Go to Huangting in anger!
The mark between His Royal Highness's eyebrows became more and more obvious. He held the sword in one hand and slashed out boldly. The blade was as clear as snow and drew a mysterious arc.
One sword can kill dragons and snakes. I learned this sword from Lao Huang!
The gray-clothed old man's expression condensed, and he no longer looked down upon the young man wielding the knife as before. He concentrated his energy with both palms and suddenly swung out to catch the Northern Liang Crown Prince's knife.
Sword Two, Bing Tilian!
Xu Fengnian muttered silently before striking out with the second sword.
The gray-clothed old man's face darkened.
Three swords, three pounds!
Xu Fengnian's eyes were cold, and he slashed one sword after another without stopping, until the sword was nine or six thousand miles away.
With seven slashes, the sleeves of the old man in gray turned into ashes.
When the eighth sword fell, the old man in gray was struggling to catch it. By the ninth sword, the old man in gray was cut back five or six steps. Every time he took a step back, a foot-deep footprint would be left under his feet.
The old Taoist Wei Shuyang smiled happily, His Royal Highness became more and more lucky in the martial arts.
The momentum of this sword already has a bit of the style of Chu Kuangnu's double swords.
Rivers and lakes make people grow old. This boy who once sat on his neck to urinate will no longer need his protection in the future.
The old man in gray had a look of horror on his face, but before he could take a breath, the voice in his ear suddenly gave him an ominous omen.
"I have a sword. I learned swordsmanship from Donghai. I can seal demons, suppress demons and slay immortals!"
"Taiyi!"
A murderous intention that seemed to want to choose someone to devour was attached to a clear light and dispersed forward.
