The person who came with the sword was none other than Wu Shuang. He had heard a noise like drumming among the thunder before, and he already knew that someone was taking action, but it was difficult to guess who was attacking here. The trip to the Taoist Temple was too time-consuming, but Wu Shuang did suffer a loss from the poisonous cicada, and it took him a long time to adjust his breath before he was able to suppress the injury.
"Don't think about returning the poisonous cicada." Wu Shuang took back his natal sword and smiled softly. Just now he stepped on the sword and stood down from a high position. He could see all the scenery on the street. The charlatan died on the street to avenge his master or his father.
There is not much difference between the ordinary Jianghu guest and the immortal on the mountain. Regardless of whether he has collected his energy and has a clear mind, he can die generously if he is worthy of it. After ten years of separation, the world is still the same.
It is easy for me to get trapped by all kinds of trivial thoughts, which is really not good.
Yang Fu has seen a lot of unreasonable people, but this is the first time he has seen a great immortal who is too lazy to talk nonsense.
So the alchemist collapsed on the ground, the patella bones at his knees had been cut off with a sword, and it was too late to release the poisonous insects from the cloth bag.
"Wait here." Zhang Qing was patted on the shoulder by this unreasonable fat man. He took two steps back and fell into the Grand Master's chair, holding the armrests with trembling hands.
As early as when Wu Shuang came down with his sword, Yu Zifu, who was standing in the street, had already sensed it. When he looked back, he saw someone stepping on the sword from outside the sky, and the light of the clouds came one after another, shining like a fairy.
Yan Siguan, who had used all his fists, was struck into the center of the street by a palm, which was more than an inch deep.
"That elixir is my support. When traveling in the world, there is no reason to let go of the enemy. If I let the tiger return to the mountain, even if I pass away in the future, my disciples and grandchildren will still be hunted down and killed. Then will this young man who can use the gun be able to Do you want to hold back? Naturally, you have to take advantage of me before I am too old and faint to clear up the mess for my descendants."
Yu Zifu talked to himself, as if he wanted to tell the world.
"When I was young, I loved to fight bravely, and I fought with people from the same village. I fought all over the area of 500 miles in ten years without losing a single victory. But the laws of nature are cyclical, and no one in the world can achieve constant victory and undefeated, and so do I. That's it. In the third year after I got married and had children, I got into trouble with a member of the Xian family. I was young and energetic and made a life-and-death document with them, but I was completely defeated. I had my limbs and spine broken and thrown into the wilderness."
The old man smiled and said, "I was rescued by a Buddha who lived in the world. He healed my broken limbs and bones in just half a year, and taught me the method of moving Qi and a set of boxing rules. Then I flourished." Go. I stumbled back to Zhuangzi, only to learn that my wife could not bear the defilement and committed suicide in a well. The youngest son in the family was thrown to death on a rock. My friends risked their lives to search for her, but they could not find the body for several months. "
"Since then, I have never been defeated again. Even if I use the following methods, act as a hawk and a dog for others, and combine all the boxing skills in the world, I can't afford to lose."
"In the following decades, I never renewed my relationship, and I traveled all over the world alone. I took in two disciples and sent them to a peaceful place through my hands, so that they could practice boxing and kicking and be kind to others. It is impossible to learn from the past."
"But why should I lose to you two juniors? Just because I killed a gun master back then, I should lose to you. It's ridiculous. There is no good or evil in the world."
"I won, so the window paper was just a hair away." Yu Zifu smiled, raised his finger and pointed at Wu Shuang who was running in the air and said with a smile: "I don't like the swordsman when I see him, so the fat guy comes quickly Don't make me wait for death."
Wu Shuang raised his sword and pointed it at the old man, and suddenly remembered a few things.
It's a pity that the young man is not here, otherwise why would he be asked to meet Luanying today?
The black armor nearby was broken by the sword energy, and the fractures were smooth.
The streets and alleys were covered with fist marks as if they were trampled by thousands of riders.
Yu Zifu and Wu Shuang's fists and swords clashed.
"Good sword." "Good punch."
After withdrawing his fist, the old man asked eloquently, "I heard that you have two swords and have been famous in the world for more than ten years with the help of these two natal swords. Which one is this?"
Wu Shuang sheathed his sword not far away. When Yu Zifu asked about the name of the sword, he shook his head and replied: "Qingshuang."
"It's a pity that Wu Gou is not here." The old man looked regretful and started to walk away but stopped suddenly.
The old man's meridians spurted out a burst of brilliant rays of light, and the sword energy chewed up all his meridians. It then broke through hundreds of acupoints and finally penetrated into the bone marrow, like a thousand cuts.
The bright light of the sky fell on the remaining bones of the old man, who knelt but did not fall.
A famous policeman ran in the distance and rushed towards the horse's corpse, howling like a wolf. Ma Si was unique in his gun skills and was unparalleled among anyone Zifu had ever seen. At this moment, he had already been soaked in the water and was freezing cold.
Wu Shuang was also exhausted, so he picked up Yansiguan from the ground, which had a lot of air coming out and a little air coming in. Seeing this miserable situation, Wu Shuang quickly fed him a snake orchid and used his inner energy to protect the Heart Meridian Lingtai.
Injuries to the body are common among those who are successful in spiritual practice. If you take good care of them, it will be easy as long as the root cause of the disease is not found. But if the pulse of the heart is shaken and the spiritual platform is shattered, even the doctor's ancestors will come and be of no help. All he needs to do is wait for death in peace. After all, there are many Taoists in the world, and their skills and abilities are all different, but I have never seen a headless man walking with a sword.
"You're crying, in this river and lake, the dead people can fill the Caixian Beach into a mountain every day, and there is still plenty of money. In a hundred years of life, it is not his choice how to walk the long road. Since he has no regrets about going out, Gun, why should we cry and cry when we are friends?" There were bursts of crying in his ears, Wu Shuang was very upset, a thirty-year-old man knelt down and howled in such a dignified manner, he was so hopeless.
"If you want to enter the cultivation sect, you can try your luck. If you become a great master in the art of spear one day, this young man will be able to rest in peace." Wu Shuang, whose robe was in pieces, suddenly thought of something and said this for no reason.
Unexpectedly, the detective still refused to get up, so Wu Shuang had no choice but to sigh, place a volume of documents next to the former, and slowly left.
The world is like this everywhere. After seeing too much, of course I gradually got used to it. In his early years, he was on his way to rest in Nanli, and happened to see a majestic city in Nanli. He didn't know what kind of people he provoked, and everyone in the city was slaughtered. The birds kept in a rich man's home were thrown to death next to the owner's body. It was true that no chickens or dogs were left behind. What's even more desperate is that after massacring the city, that force lit a fire. Wu Shuang, who had not yet cultivated much, did not say anything, and hid cautiously a few miles outside the city, observing silently.
It was autumn, the autumn grain in the granary was dry, and the fire took advantage of the wind and burned the whole city. There was a man outside the city who went out to do some errands and happened to escape. When he returned home, he only smelled the smell of coke all over the city.
Many years have passed since the incident, but Wu Shuang can still think of the young man, whose cries and howls shook the whole place, and who finally jumped into the fire.
There are too many depressing things in the world to enumerate. Fortunately, those who can still grieve are still alive. If so, why can't they live well?
The policeman blocking the way had already been so frightened that Wu Shuang could not get up even when he had killed all the black armors. Although people in the yamen have seen a lot of blood, this is the first time that they have chopped melons and vegetables like the god in front of me, even cutting off people and their armor. What's more, this man killed the old man, and apart from his disheveled clothes, there were no injuries on his body.
The Killing Star Master raised his finger and flicked it lightly, causing everyone to panic. Then he touched the parts on his body and found that there was no shortage of them. He couldn't help but put down his heart a little.
Xu Jinyu, who was kneeling behind him, fell to the ground after a snap of his fingers, as if he was having a deep dream.
