In the wind and snow, the king walks alone.
Walking out of the small courtyard and walking slowly down the long street, this tall man walked in the wind and snow. He didn't know what he was thinking, but the wind and snow were blowing hard at the moment, giving him a chilling feeling.
There was only one day left before New Year's Eve, and the excitement in Xuanling County came to an end after the people bought the new year's goods and purchased all the things they needed to buy, and now they all returned to their homes.
The entire Xuanling County naturally became quiet.
The man met a pedestrian at the corner. He was also in a hurry. When the two met, the man looked up at the man in front of him strangely. He seemed surprised that the man in front of him was wearing tattered clothes in the wind and snow. , walking alone in the wind and snow.
I just glanced at the man, but the man didn't think much. He held an oil-paper umbrella and hurriedly passed the man with the New Year's goods he had bought in his hand without saying a word.
However, just when the two people were really brushing against each other, a terrifying murderous intention suddenly appeared under the umbrella. The seemingly ordinary oil-paper umbrella suddenly shook, and the snow on the umbrella spread out in all directions. , it looked like a sharp sword shooting towards the surroundings, with astonishing power!
Under the oil-paper umbrella, a short knife slipped out of the man's sleeve in an instant. After the short knife landed in his palm, he did not hesitate and stabbed Emperor Liang's lower abdomen with a flash of lightning, with an unparalleled cruelty.
The assassination, or rather the battle, began at this moment.
Whether it was the timing of his attack or his ability to hide his aura, that person was all top-notch. The timing of this attack was chosen extremely well. Everything means that the man in front of him has done many similar things and assassinated countless times before he has such a sophisticated and ruthless level of assassination. This must be an extremely A great assassin, he must be on the list of assassins.
It's just that the short knife failed to penetrate Emperor Liang's lower abdomen as expected. The knife hung in mid-air and could no longer get any closer. Emperor Liang didn't make any movement, but looked quietly into the distance.
Yes, this peerless warrior from the Liang Dynasty didn't even look at him.
And this assassin who is on the assassin list has never been so despised by anyone, but even if he is so despised at this moment, he does not show any anger, because he knows who the man standing in front of him is at this moment. , coming to assassinate him was a matter of narrow escape. Even if he failed, he wouldn't feel ashamed, but...he didn't expect that his carefully planned assassination would fail like this.
What he didn't even expect was that the Emperor of Liang in front of him had returned from thirty thousand miles away from Mobei and was still so powerful.
Emperor Liang cast his gaze into the distance, and then reached out to take the oil-paper umbrella held by the man.
After taking it, Emperor Liang really passed by the assassin, maintaining a strange posture. The assassin who had never been able to stab the sword in his hand fell down and was smashed into pieces in the wind and snow.
It seemed that he had been cut into countless pieces with a knife, or that he had been blown to pieces by a punch, but no matter what, he was dead at this moment, and his career as an assassin came to an abrupt end.
Emperor Liang, who was holding an oil-paper umbrella, continued to move forward. After a few steps, the wind and snow suddenly stopped.
A burly figure rose from the northeast corner, then rushed into the sky, and finally fell towards the Emperor of Daliang with a decisive gesture!
Emperor Liang did not raise his head. His entire body was under the oil-paper umbrella. Even though he felt a strong aura coming towards him at this moment, he did not raise his head and looked up. He just held the oil-paper umbrella with one hand and stood there. .
A ray of Buddha's light flashed past, and a different color suddenly appeared in the vast white space.
The burly man wrapped in golden Buddha light is really like a Buddhist Vajra at this moment, solemn and solemn, with a strict Dharma.
Soon, the burly figure that was pressed down by the thunderous force fell onto the umbrella surface. The extremely ordinary oil-paper umbrella instantly carried the weight that it could not bear, and the umbrella ribs instantly pressed down. , the umbrella surface suddenly dented, but even after being attacked by such a huge force, the umbrella ribs did not break. After the umbrella surface was dented, it stopped there. The Buddhist Vajra was squatting on the umbrella surface at this moment, glowing. The fist of golden light slammed down, causing the umbrella surface to ripple. This time, it straightened instantly and directly ejected the Buddhist Vajra.
The burly man slid down the long street for several feet before slowly coming to a stop. The first fight between the two people was considered over.
Looking at the oil-paper umbrella that had been restored to its original state, the burly man said sincerely: "Your Majesty's cultivation is as high as the sky, which is truly admirable."
The voice of Emperor Liang came from under the oil-paper umbrella, "Buddhist Vajra, I'm afraid it's not perfect yet."
The magical power of Buddha's Vajra is indeed a special category among Buddhist secrets. It's just that it's special to say, and it's naturally not easy to practice. Although the burly man in front of me has been practicing for many years, in the final analysis, he has not completely mastered its essence. have flaws.
"Your Majesty is wise, but the poor monk is dull and afraid that he will not be able to go any further in this life. I heard that the martial artist is also tough, so I wanted to come to your Majesty for advice."
This sentence is an understatement, but in fact it means a lot. Among the warriors in the world, the Emperor Liang in front of him is said to be the number one, so there is no doubt. Especially when he returns from the Demon Emperor's hands unharmed, he is the number one warrior. With his name, there is no possibility of it being someone else.
This burly man wanted to seek advice from Emperor Liang, but he clearly had one thought in mind: I would use the Buddhist King Kong to fight against you, the world's greatest martial artist. If I could win, wouldn't it mean that your so-called martial artist's tough body would not be able to defeat you in the face of it? It was still not as good as the Buddhist Maharaja.
This also means that the battle between the two is not a simple battle of life and death, but more like a battle of spirits.
Emperor Liang said slowly: "If you practice hard for two more times, you may be qualified to fight with me."
After hearing this, the burly man's expression became a little subtle. Two armors equaled one hundred and twenty years. After all, this sentence meant too much contempt.
The burly man looked up to the sky and laughed without saying much. He kept forming seals with his hands, and rays of Buddha's light filled the air from his body. Then a vision appeared. The burly man in front of him was already much taller than the average man. After forming the seals at this moment, , his body began to swell even more, and the monk's robes on his body shattered to pieces at this moment, revealing his upper body covered in golden light.
In an instant, the burly man became several feet tall, and now he looked more like the angry-eyed Vajra recorded in Buddhist scriptures!
Emperor Daliang is still calm. He has heard of Buddhist secrets before. This is not the first time he has seen such a method of making the body soar. After the demon clan's method is stretched out, it will often become extremely huge. This Buddhist Vajra is in front of him. On the contrary, it seemed a bit joking.
The burly man who had become extremely tall started running down the long street, causing the entire long street to shake.
When he ran, he brought up the wind and snow all over the sky, making it howl along with him.
But Emperor Daliang, who was at the center of the storm, remained motionless, letting the wind and snow hit his face. He was like an old pine in an avalanche, motionless.
A punch packed with endless force struck down again, landing on the oil-paper umbrella!
The collision between the fist and the umbrella was like an encounter that had never happened before.
The surface of the umbrella rippled in all directions, but the fist still failed to smash the oil-paper umbrella and the man under the oil-paper umbrella.
If someone was watching the battle from a distance at this moment, seeing such a scene would be extremely shocking.
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There are really people watching the battle from a distance at this moment.
The old Taoist in gray robes and the blind swordsman who had long been unable to see were currently on a rooftop in the distance, watching this scene.
The gray-robed old Taoist said with emotion: "Buddhist Vajra, to the end of the practice, the whole body will be like a diamond. Even the strong man at the end of Wangyou may not just tear his body apart casually. It's just that this , it’s not ready yet.”
Although the blind old swordsman is blind, since he became blind, his other senses have become much more sensitive than they were half a century ago. Although he cannot see the scene of the battle between the two at this moment, he can still see through the air between heaven and earth. Due to the flow of opportunities, one can also predict the development of the current situation with great accuracy.
"You have always known that warriors are vulgar, but when a warrior reaches the end of Wangyou, it really has nothing to do with vulgarity."
The old man in gray robe smiled and said: "The man in front of me is of course the best warrior in the world. He just fought with the Demon Emperor and was injured several times. Then he traveled south across thirty thousand miles of Mobei. I don't know how many great demons he encountered. He suffered so many hidden injuries when he was digging the formation, and his body is very thin. At this moment, I'm afraid there is only one part left. The warrior has lost his body, and in the end he will only be left with nothing but an empty frame."
The blind old swordsman said solemnly: "Even so, among the three of you and me, one of us will definitely die in his hands."
The old man in gray robe was noncommittal and said calmly: "It's not that easy to kill a peerless martial artist. Everyone depends on their own ability. But I've said it first. You and I have to do our best. Don't hold back."
The blind old swordsman nodded slowly and said softly: "The half-jiazi sword was not out of the box. Everyone in the world thought that the sword's core collapsed before I was half-jiazi. But when my sword was defeated, the sword was not broken, and the man was not dead, how could I use the sword?" My heart is shattered? Is it because I can no longer see with my eyes? But who knows, after I lose sight, I can hear the creaking sound of the flying sword in the box every night."
