The next morning.
Hua Fengju and the others left the city and headed to Qishan, twenty miles away to the west. Along the way, Hua Fengju didn't mention the boy sneaking out of the inn last night. As Yan Shiliu himself said, "Children are children." How can children miss home.
After walking for about half an hour, Hua Fengju said calmly: "The man in the alley yesterday was following us."
That mud kid from yesterday? Yan Shiliu turned his head and smiled at a tree not far behind him, without saying anything.
"Keep going, we'll be there soon."
Snowflakes are floating in the sky, and the snow in the distant mountains and pine forests has not faded away. The Gunlong River across Qinzhou and Huazhou is still frozen for thousands of miles. The world is full of depression.
Hua Fengju and Yan Shiliu could already see the outline of Gunlongjiang River, and the child Yan Longyu in the bamboo basket behind the boy had already fallen asleep and was unconscious after eating and drinking.
Rolling the Long River, if you want to go to Qishan, cross this river first.
It's just that the further the two of them walked, the clearer they could see the figures of people waiting by the river for a long time.
"Finally we met." Hua Fengju stopped slowly and stood on the spot with his arms folded, his figure slender and arrogant.
Yan Liuliu put down the bamboo basket, held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and followed closely.
Hua Fengju raised his head and said proudly: "In front of you! No need to talk nonsense, hurry up and sign in, I can send you to the west!"
The white-haired old man at the front smoothed his long beard and smiled disdainfully. He took a step forward and said with great enthusiasm: "Young man, you have such a strong tone. Huang Tuizhi, the Gun Sect of Songlu Pass, is here to block the river."
Two more middle-aged men with guns who were somewhat similar in appearance stepped forward and announced their names:
"Crying Cordon Yellow Sniper."
"Crying cormorant!"
Ciaoluguan is a sect founded by Xue Huai, the ancestor of the gunmen of the former dynasty, and has the same pronunciation as the word "Tikuan". Most of the people in the sect are spearmen in the thirty-six martial arts. Over the five hundred years since the establishment of the sect, there have been many talented people with great marksmanship skills. They are known as "the best spearmen in the world, and all the spearmen are best known for their skills." The ruins are collectively called "South Sword and North Spear". There are four surnames in the pass: Xue, Yang, Huang and Qi, and nearly a thousand gunmen.
Hua Fengju snorted coldly and said: "Oh, it turns out that the gunman who used to sing the cork has become someone else's hawk and dog. What a joke! What? You're used to using guns, and you want to try being used as a gunman?"
The old gun sect surnamed Huang did not get angry at the young man in front of him who spoke arrogantly. He said calmly: "I know that you are from Yanbei Qi Jianlou, so I specially brought one of your old friends here today."
While they were talking, a sloppy middle-aged man with a hunchback slowly walked out from behind everyone. If it weren't for the ancient iron sword in his arms, he would have been regarded as a farmer, and he was also a very coward.
When Hua Fengju saw that useless face, he was shocked at first, and then turned to ridicule. He glared angrily and said: "Hahaha, I didn't expect that Mr. Wang, who has no desires and desires, would take someone else's life. This master's family has some people." What baby?"
The farmer opposite looked at his former fellow disciple and said nothing.
Fellow sects kill each other.
The white-haired old man laughed out loud and said sarcastically: "What Xishu Fengjue, you just got a reputation following the dead Yan Linxiao. Do you really think you are a nobody? Young man, don't know how to restrain yourself! Be careful of dying too quickly. !”
The gunner named Huang Siao smiled and added: "He is no longer your Uncle Wang from Qi Jian Tower, but Wang Cuiping from Xiaoyao Sect, Wang Dakeqing."
Hearing the words "Xiaoyao Sect", Hua Fengju frowned disdainfully.
The farmer man remained silent.
Hua Fengju ignored the old man's sarcasm, but turned around and tilted his head slightly, saying loudly: "Come out! You have followed us all the way. Since you are not here to kill us, then come out and help."
Yan Liuliu thought that Hua Fengju was talking about the clay child who had been following them yesterday. Just when he was wondering how a child could help, he didn't know where a strong man with a sword on his back suddenly walked out from behind them. Standing next to Hua Fengju.
"The swordsman from the north has his bow. He doesn't want to bully the minority with his many, so he came here to fight."
The confused young man Yan Liuli glanced at the person coming sideways. The man's arms were actually thicker than his thighs. Yan Liuliu was completely confused: Is this person so careless? indirect!
Hua Fengju narrowed his eyes and smiled at the unknown swordsman, and said meaningfully: "I don't know Zhang Gong, but I know that there is a 'number one swordsman' in Yanbei. His name is Zhang Nu!"
The strong swordsman grinned roughly and said nothing.
After saying that, Hua Fengju casually untied the long package on his back and pulled out a long azure sword. Without saying any nonsense, he rushed forward without hesitation, just one person and one sword. "This sword is called Biluo. Who knows?" You can take it!"
"Today I will let you old dog know how I, Xishu Fengjue, live up to my name! So what if there are more people? So what if I am a master of marksmanship!"
It is said that 800 years ago, a figure who was closest to a god appeared in the temples and rivers. He has made the whole world sigh to this day, and the stories he spread are the dreams of sword holders in the world.
He is a chivalrous man, who has the legend of carrying thousands of swords to kill all the evil spirits in the world, and from then on there will be no monsters in the world; he is the king of a country, who has the feat of killing four countries with one sword and swallowing up mountains and rivers; the army he leads destroys cities and strongholds, and is invincible in every battle.
When everyone thought he could unify the world, that outstanding swordsman abandoned his country for a woman while the two countries were at war, and disappeared into the mountains, rivers, heaven and earth, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
The world calls him the Eternal Sword Emperor. This Sword Emperor studied what he learned throughout his life and set rules for future generations of martial arts practitioners. He divided martial arts practice into four stages and nine realms, which were engraved on Dongyue:
When he first entered martial arts, he called himself a martial arts disciple. He learned how to practice, break down the internal organs, build the foundation, and become one.
After returning from traveling, he likes to be called a knight, tempering his body, breathing freely, and complaining about the injustice in the world.
When it comes to martial arts, he can be called a master. He concentrates his mind, controls his energy, and is uniquely responsible for his role.
Self-enlightenment is comparable to that of an immortal, with Dharma, Earth, Xiangtian, and Tongdao
The nine realms come from this: the first realm of knowledge and practice, the second realm of breaking down the bowels, the third realm of foundation building, the fourth realm of body tempering, the fifth realm of breathing, the sixth realm of concentration, the seventh realm of controlling Qi, the eighth realm of Dharma and Earth, and the ninth realm of Xiangtian. .
Later generations of warriors followed this path, divided their cultivation levels, climbed up step by step, and are still walking today.
By the Gunlong River.
The twenty-three people who blocked the river jumped out together. One of Huang Tui was a grand master of the Seventh Realm, and the others were at the lowest level of the Third Realm of Foundation Establishment.
The great master of marksmanship reached out to take a red spear and faced Hua Fengju alone.
Zhang Nu, a swordsman from the North who suddenly emerged from the sky, stopped the useless swordsman surnamed Wang and seven Xiaoyao Sect disciples.
The rest of the people in Ciaolu Pass, led by Huang Sniper and Huang Yan, rushed towards Yan Liuliu, trying to seize the bamboo basket behind him.
Huang Tuizhi dragged his gun with one hand and hit the attacker's left shoulder. Hua Fengju did not dodge left and right, but took advantage of the situation and flew back a few meters. He pierced the chest of a gunner who was about to grab the basket with his sword, and faced Huang Sniper head-on. superior. The old gun sect who was teased snorted coldly, walked as fast as flying, and stabbed Hua Fengju directly in the back of the heart with a spear. Hua Fengju turned sideways and used the sword in his right hand to strike at Huang Tui, but he did not retreat. His left hand transformed into a palm to catch the tip of Huang Tui's spear without dodging.
The three of them collided violently, and a large crater exploded on the spot, sending slush and snow flying everywhere.
After just one move, Xishu Fengjue dodged away, completely spotless, except that his left arm's sleeves were in pieces and trembling slightly.
On the other hand, Huang Sniper, who had high hopes from his family, had his spear out of his hand, and a red line around his neck had turned into a corpse. He underestimated the enemy and died before he could take action.
Another sword kill!
From the ninth realm of martial arts to the sixth and seventh realms, one can be called a master. At the sixth realm of concentration, he is a minor master, and at the seventh realm of Qi control, he is a great master.
Huang Tuizhi, the Grand Master of the Qi Control Realm who had almost perfected the Concentration Realm, was filled with grief and anger when he saw that the leader of the sect he had brought up and who was less than four years away from becoming a Grandmaster died tragically under Hua Fengju's sword. Desperate.
It seems that the young man in front of him has already reached the threshold of a master.
Huang Tuizhi's face was solemn: "Exchanging lives for lives, leaving no escape route, such a cruel attack! It's just a pity for your ability!"
Hua Fengju quietly swallowed the blood in his mouth, but still put on an annoying and disdainful attitude. He didn't say whether he was going to be beaten or not. This expression alone could make the enemy angry and internally injured.
at the same time.
Thirty miles south of Gunlong River, dozens of people rode horses and rushed to the riverside.
When the horse team was galloping forward, a white-haired old Taoist with a bun and straw shoes and a plain robe fully patched blocked the way of the horsemen.
Immediately, everyone seemed to have not seen it, and was ready to step directly over the old Taoist who had no eyesight.
"Quiet!" The old Taoist just blurted out one word, and the horse under everyone's crotch slowly stopped in front of the old Taoist as if he understood, and the people on the horse were beaten and scolded without moving at all.
The animals behaved well in front of the old Taoist priests, just like schoolchildren who made mistakes and were caught by their teachers.
The old Taoist nodded with satisfaction, picked his nose while facing everyone on the horse, and then said earnestly like an elder instructing his younger generation: "Listen to grandpa, turn around and go back! Don't go through this muddy water in Luming Valley, that child is You can’t die!”
Someone in the cavalry immediately cursed: "Smelly cow nose..."
"Don't be rude!" The leading middle-aged man seemed to have seen some clues and stopped the follower who was about to scold him. The middle-aged man dismounted and saluted the old Taoist, and then asked respectfully: "Junior Luminggu Linghu attacked. I don't know where the old Taoist's immortal residence is. Why are you blocking our way? Please explain!"
The old Taoist flicked the boogers from his fingers and replied with a smile: "Old man, Zhang Muyang of Fulu Mountain!"
Linghu Xi was shocked. Fulu Mountain is like the ancestral palace of Taoism in the world, a residence of gods that even the emperor of the current dynasty dares to refuse. And this old man is one of the three oldest Celestial Masters on Fulu Mountain who is said to have lived for nearly two hundred years.
I didn’t expect to see my real body here today! It's difficult for Linghu to stay and go!
The old Taoist man was still standing in front of the road, his eyes changed from casual to serious, he frowned and said: "Turn around and go back, I won't tell you a third time!"
——Riverside.
Wang Cuiping, a peasant man, watched with his own eyes the Yanbei swordsman hacked to death the seven people he brought from Xiaoyao Sect, and then he walked towards the swordsman unhurriedly and drew his sword to meet them.
The two of them didn't look like they were trying their best, but more like they were competing.
On the other hand, Yan Shiliu, who had just entered the fourth realm of body tempering, could barely be considered a swordsman. When he met Huang Yan and a dozen disciples from the Crying Rogu Pass, he didn't have the slightest advantage. Fortunately, Sword Immortal's disciples always have some ability to fight enemies across borders, that is, run!
Yan Liuliu performed a feat of lightness. He quickly picked up the bamboo basket and flew into the pine forest. He was agile and ran towards the river in the distance. His steps were steady. The child in the bamboo basket was not even awakened from his sleep.
Huang Yan chased after Yan Shiliu with a gloomy expression. He had just witnessed his clan brother being killed with a sword in such an aggrieved manner. He was so angry that he would not let these people continue to breathe.
In the pine forest, Yan Shiliu walked through it easily, using the trees to hide his figure and get rid of the offensive. Huang Yan and others could not even touch his shoes. But after leaving the pine forest and running to the unsealed river, with a clear view, Yan Liuliu was unable to do anything.
Yan Shiliu stepped onto the ice with a bamboo basket on his back, only to see three gunmen coming out of the forest and flying towards him, stabbing him in the back and heart with their spears.
While Yan Shiliu leaned down to dodge, he quickly drew out the dagger from his waist, turned around and slashed the three people's thighs. After rolling in an arc on the ice, he continued to run forward. There was only a wailing sound behind him.
But not long after, two more people caught up. Just as Yan Liuliu was about to repeat his old trick of possession, an iron spear went directly through the belly of the gunman behind Yan Liuliu, nailing Yan Liuliu's left leg. On the ice.
This gun came from the hands of Huang Yan who came over.
After being stabbed by the spear, Huang Yan took the spear handed over by the person next to him, and without leaving any chance for Yan Liuliu, he strode forward and hit Yanliu Liu on the head with the gun. The latter flew several feet away in response. , hit the ice hard again, and the child in the basket fell out directly.
The child named Yan Longyu stood up sleepily. Before he could cry out in pain, he saw the most unforgettable scene in his life.
The sixteenth brother who was willing to accompany him on the streets and buy him all kinds of food was now lying on the ground with his eye sockets exploded and his head covered with blood. He was looking at himself with his bloodshot eyes. He still had a penis inserted into his leg. A long gun with only one word in his mouth, "Run!"
A child is a child after all. He wanted to run but couldn't move his legs. He was so scared that he collapsed on the ground with tears and snot flowing uncontrollably. He was so scared that he couldn't speak.
Huang Yan still didn't stop, he continued to move forward with his gun, killing the son of the Sword Immortal named Yan Longyu, approaching step by step.
At the critical moment.
Hua Fengju suddenly arrived at the last moment, flew out with a kick, and kicked Huang Yan several feet away from the side. But behind Hua Fengju, Huang Tuizhi was chasing after him, and he was stabbed with a bullet, causing blood to fly everywhere.
In an instant, Hua Fengju's body slowly glowed with a green aura.
Huang Tuizhi's expression changed drastically, he put away his gun and stepped back, "You have entered the Qi Control realm!"
Huang Tuizhi noticed that Hua Fengju was unusual when he first saw him, but he didn't expect that he was so unusual. He was in the same realm as himself, but he was so much younger than himself! A mere twenties is worth what you have learned in half your life!
"I, Huang Tuizhi, feel ashamed to have fought against you Hua Feng! I have been practicing martial arts for nearly a month, but I ended up with a weak victory!"
Huang Yan was about to struggle to get up when Hua Fengju flew up and stepped on his face. The head he just raised was completely pressed against the ice on the river. Huang Yan's expression was dim and desperate! Are you, Hua Fengju, really still a human being?
"Who said you would definitely be able to beat me!" Hua Fengju wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and swayed back in front of his child, his figure still free and easy.
Yan Longyu looked at the horrific wound on his uncle's back that was still bleeding. Two tears suddenly streaked across his white and tender cheeks, and he cried tremblingly: "Uncle Feng, I don't want you to die. Don't..."
Hua Fengju, whose white robe was stained with blood, ignored the child behind him and wiped away the blood on the sword in his hand with trembling fingers.
I saw that the blue long sword also had the same azure aura as him for an instant.
Facing the crowd, this Xishu Feng Jue, with messy buns, said proudly: "I once killed seven generals under the King of Qin with one sword on the bank of the Qingyi River. I realized that with one sword, the child's father named it 'Shui Duo Ge'." 'Head'. I will use this sword to challenge you today, old man, do you dare to take it!"
As he spoke, the azure aura all over Hua Fengju gathered on the sword in his hand, and a water droplet unexpectedly condensed on the tip of the sword. Hua Fengju was immediately enveloped in the azure aura all over his body.
Xishu Fengjue carried the azure energy around his body like a long azure dragon and rushed forward with his sword. The afterimage loomed wherever he passed, and he went straight towards the old gunman of the Crying Corridor who had been famous in the world for a long time. Zong, the sword power was awe-inspiring and changing all the way, but no matter how violent Hua Fengju's sword moves were, the drop of water on the tip of the Biluo long sword in his hand remained as stable as ever!
Several gunners from the Crying Rogu Pass tried to stop Hua Fengju, who was coming with a sword. As soon as they got close to him, they were crushed into pulp by the sword energy around him and the sword moves in his hands.
Seeing the crazy young man running toward him with a sword, Huang Tuizhi finally became a little scared. He quickly pulled all the energy in his body and grasped the red spear tightly. The blood-red tip of the spear suddenly emitted a faint scarlet light, which was fleeting. The man had already come over, and Huang Tuizhi didn't have time to think about it. He concentrated his energy and waved his gun to meet the young man who frightened him.
The two auras of green and red connected, and there was a loud sound between heaven and earth!
The ice beneath their feet slowly cracked.
Hua Feng raised the tip of her sword and water slowly dripped down.
Huang Tuizhi's spear pierced Hua Fengju's right shoulder, and blood continued to gush from it. Hua Fengju, on the other hand, unexpectedly changed the sword in his right hand into the sword in his left hand, and the azure long sword pierced the throat of the master of marksmanship in Songlu Pass!
Life and death depend on one move and one move! No one present would have thought that Huang Tuizhi, the old spear sect of the Crying Rogu Pass, would die in the hands of a young man who was just beginning to become famous!
On the ice, Hua Fengju used his last strength to speak intermittently in the ear of the old gun sect: "I forgot to tell you, I, I, Hua Fengju, raised my sword, will only die without getting hurt! The next generation, please pay attention in the next life!"
After saying that, Xishu Feng Juehua Fengju spit out a large mouthful of thick blood and fell to the ground at the same time as Huang Tuizhi!
The world returns to tranquility.
Xishu Fengjue couldn't hear Huang Yan's angry roar, couldn't hear Yan Shiliu's breathing becoming increasingly rapid as he fell in a pool of blood, couldn't hear the crisp sound of the swords of the swordsman and the farmer colliding in the distance, I can't even hear my little nephew crying anymore.
Heaven and earth formed a line.
Dying?
Death is nothing but unwillingness. I, Hua Fengju, should not die in such a nameless and unknown way!
Suddenly, Hua Fengju seemed to see a vague and elegant face in the darkness. The man had an intoxicating smile and said something to himself, but he could no longer hear: Could this be an immortal? Immortal, come out of the mountain!
