Chapter 1572

"Don't worry, I won't let you wait too long, five minutes at most."

Bing Wei's thirteen Lang is crazy. Jing Qianzhong is more crazy than him. In his eyes, Bing Wei's thirteen Lang seems to be a mole ant that can be crushed easily.

"Baga, you will pay for your arrogance."

Bingwei shishiro's face suddenly became gloomy and roared angrily.

He asked himself that swordsmanship was invincible in the world except master. That's why he planned to defeat them in front of the heroes in the world and make a big show, so that his name of soldier Wei Shilang could be spread all over the world.

But unexpectedly, Ding Ning and Jing Qianzhong didn't pay attention to him at all. How can they not make him angry.

In Fusang station, a thin old man in kimono was sitting quietly in the wooden house. If it weren't for the turbid old eyes, there was a terrible fine light shining between the closed eyes, just like an ordinary old man.

On his side, a handsome young man in blue knelt respectfully beside the old man and said with a worried face: "master, will senior brother Bingwei be their opponent?"

"Bing Wei is too arrogant. He will pay for his confidence."

The thin old man's voice is as harsh as rust friction, but it has a sense of edge, which makes people cold all over.

The young man in blue frowned and looked puzzled: "then why didn't Shifu stop senior brother Bingwei?"

If the thin old man had a deep look at the young man in Tsing Yi, he said faintly: "with the mind and conceit of Bing Wei, he can't inherit the orthodoxy of our sword temple. If he doesn't die, he will become the biggest obstacle to your superior position in the future."

"Master, I dare not!"

The young man in blue knelt down in fear, but in the corner that the old man couldn't see, his eyes showed a proud grin.

"Hum! Remember, if you want to succeed in kendo, you must be fearless, dare to fight, dare to rob, and forge ahead through thorns and thorns. No matter how good a talent you are, you can't be submissive."

The thin old man snorted coldly and said a lesson with great dissatisfaction.

"I'm sorry, master, but senior brother Bingwei has always been kind to me. I really can't bear it."

The young man in blue knelt to the ground and looked like he valued love and righteousness.

"Well, wild temple hengqiu, don't think I don't know what Bing Wei usually does to you. He wants you to die. I know you are kind-hearted, but you should remember that strength is the guarantee of everything in this world. As a closed disciple of Liu Sheng sword God, you should show your due courage. My sword Temple doesn't need a cowardly successor. If you can't give up that Some women's benevolence, to be ruthless, to have a strong heart, can never peep into the ultimate meaning of kendo. "

Liu Shengjian's God hated iron but not steel and said, "I most appreciate the words of an ancient man in the history of China. It's better for me to pay the people of the world than let the people of the world lose me. This is the mentality that the ultimate strong person of Kendo should have."

"Yes, master, hengqiu remembered."

The young man in green replied respectfully. When he looked up, his face was firm.

Liu Shengjian smiled happily: "Hengqiu, don't blame me for my ruthlessness. Bing Wei's Kendo has come to an end. He is perverse and arrogant, but after all, he is the chief disciple. When he didn't make a mistake, it's not easy for him to remove him and help you up. This time he is looking for his own death, and others can't say he can't be a teacher. When he dies, you can take revenge for him in person after you become the chief disciple in the future It's a matter of course. If you don't dare to oppose it again, work hard and don't live up to your hard work as a teacher. "

"Thank you, master. Hengqiu will never live up to master's painstaking efforts."

The young man in blue knelt down again and said respectfully, but there was a hint of ridicule at the bottom of his eyes. Is the only sword Temple me Liu Junwei... Er, no, the place where you have lived for a long time is just a temporary pedal.

Ding Ning, wait. When I finish my nine turns and recover my previous life cultivation, I will kill you in pieces.

He narrowly escaped death in Genghis Khan's mausoleum. There was Ding Ning in China. He didn't dare to stay for a long time. He fled to Fusang like a lost dog.

Fusang Buddhism is very prosperous. He sneaks into major temples to steal relic. After he is finally found, he is chased and killed. He is seriously injured and unconscious. Unfortunately, he is saved by Bing Wei Shilang and brought back to the sword temple.

It's not that Bing Wei Shilong has compassion, but that he has a penchant for breaking his sleeves. He likes playing with pedophiles most. When he sees his eyebrows and eyes, the scholar wants to put him in the house.

But unexpectedly, stealing a chicken could not erode the rice. Liu Shengjian God inadvertently saw him, took a fancy to his qualification at a glance, and guarded him as a closed door disciple,.

His plaything changed into his younger martial brother. It can be imagined that Bingwei shishiro was bullied by the God of Liu Shengjian on his back, but Liu Junwei was obedient and showed great respect, because if he wanted to live, he had to bear it to eliminate Bingwei shishiro's killing intention.

Bingwei shisanlang really wanted to kill him, but Liu Shengjian God was not blind and deaf. After reprimanding him, he took Liu Junwei, alias wild temple hengqiu, with him and carefully taught him fencing.

Bing Wei shianlang's teeth are itching, but he doesn't dare to kill Liu Sheng at the risk of angering Liu Sheng's sword God.

Therefore, Liu Junwei, with the identity protection of the disciple of the sword temple, began to seize it by surprise. He got several relic pieces and succeeded in seven turns.

After seven turns, Liu Junwei finally awakened the memory of his previous life. It turned out that he was the illegitimate son of the Immortal Emperor, Jun Wuxie, and his sexual orientation was reversed.

I think of the son of the great Immortal Emperor. After his reincarnation, he turned out to be a glass and was burst into chrysanthemums by the soldier Wei Shilang. You can imagine the anger in your heart.

What bothers him is that as he gets closer to jiuzhuan, more and more Buddhist relics are needed. Even if he collects most Buddhist relics from the major temples in Fusang, it is still a drop in the bucket, so that he can't complete the eighth turn.

But he knows that he must not expose his identity before he has completed nine turns and completely restored his cultivation in his previous life. Otherwise, Liu Shengjian God will be the first to kill him.

Therefore, he can only continue to bear it as hengqiu of the wild temple, serve beside Liu Shengjian God, and wait for the opportunity to collect more relics.

Ding Ning had to admit that the soldier Wei Shilang dared to be so crazy. He did have two brushes. He even fought with Jing Qianchong and fell into a tangled state.

What made him deeply ashamed was that both Jing Qianchong's Sabre technique and Bingwei shisanlang's sword technique had broken through the level of lifting light as heavy and entered the realm of the unity of heaven and man.

To say a bad word, if he didn't have a flawless holy body like cheating and take a big advantage in the circle of limiting cultivation, he couldn't please either of them.

Of course, this only refers to his own basic combat power. Once he enters the second personality or enchanted state, he can easily sling them.

Bingwei shisanlang's sword is light, strange and cruel. His moves are inseparable from each other's key points. In particular, his arrogance is also rubbed into his sword technique, adding a power to his already erratic sword technique.

Jing Qianzhong's sword technique is open and close. It looks smooth and stable. It responds to all changes with no change. It is peaceful but as thick as a mountain, so that Bing Wei's elegant sword technique can't take any advantage.

Although Bingwei shisanlang is arrogant, he is also aware of Jing Qianzhong's strong strength at the moment. Now he doesn't dare to expect to defeat Jing Qianzhong quickly. He continues to fight and delay, trying to consume each other's physical strength, and then launch a fatal blow to become famous all over the world.

Ding Ning easily saw through the idea of Bingwei shishiro, and a sneer appeared at the corners of his mouth. If he was right, Jing Qianchong himself should be a native warrior. As long as he stepped on the earth, he could be supplemented continuously. Bingwei shishiro wanted to consume his physical strength, which was really a wrong idea.

Now he doesn't worry about Jing Qianzhong's defeat, but that the goods are too pedantic. He said wildly that he would solve the battle in five minutes. I'm afraid he will take the initiative to admit defeat when the time comes.

But facts have proved that he not only underestimated Bing Wei 13 Lang, but also underestimated Jing Qianzhong.

If he hadn't been born, these two young people would be well deserved geniuses.

"The Shinto has no intention to cut!"

After fighting for a long time, Jing Qian saw the move again and didn't seem to consume too much. The arrogant Bing Wei thirteen Lang was a little out of breath. He drank loudly and finally used his unique move.

With the loud cheers, a huge virtual shadow suddenly appeared behind Bingwei shisanlang. The virtual shadow was arrogant and indifferent, as if it were the supreme monarch who ignored the world. When his hand was raised, a huge sword like cutting through the sky was cut down with the momentum of destroying the sky and the earth.

"Well done."

Jing Qianzhong was not afraid, but was happy to see the hunter. His eyes glittered with essence, and his war intention began to boil.

A terrible figure in golden armor also appeared behind Jing Qianzhong, but the figure was more solid than the virtual shadow behind Bing Wei thirteen lang. it looked the same as Jing Qianzhong.

As like as two peas knives, the golden armor war will be like a lofty Castle Peak, holding a pair of knife with exactly the same weight as the thousand thousand pieces of stone.

With a bang, it was like a stone shattering, and the dazzling light shone. The people who shone couldn't open their eyes. The terrible air wave surged, and suddenly dispersed the two huge virtual shadows. A small mushroom cloud rose slowly, covering everyone's sight.

Flying sand and stones, smoke and dust filled the air, and the border began to appear unstable. All kinds of runes flickered wildly, and constantly absorbed the spiritual power in the spiritual crystal to suppress this terrible shock wave.

For a long time, when they could open their eyes and look, they found that they had lost their trace, leaving only a huge pit. Countless cobweb like cracks appeared at the edge of the pit and spread wildly around.

The scene was a mess, like a red desert with no vitality, which moved everyone. It was absolutely the combat power beyond tianwu that could create such a destructive battlefield.

Yu Tiejian's face was gloomy and his eyes stared at the pit without blinking. Although he was very confident in Jing Qianzhong, he couldn't help worrying. After all, there was a boundary to limit cultivation. It's no surprise that there were any accidents.

The other holy gates and the Imperial Palace are all black faced. They know that in this way, they will consume enough Lingjing to maintain the operation of the barrier for one day. This order must be bought by the relic of the holy knife.

"Cough!"

A violent cough came from the deep pit. Yu Tiejian was relieved and a relaxed look appeared on his face.

Jing Qianchong jumped out, his face was very white, and his mouth was still stained with blood. He was unkempt and ragged. He looked very embarrassed, like a tramp on the street. Where did he look like he was in high spirits before.

"Lord Bingwei."

The Fusang warriors shouted in horror that they were in a low position. They didn't know that Liu Sheng's sword God had long regarded Bingwei shishiro as an abandoned son. For fear that the sword God would be angry with them, they hurried to the pit to investigate the life and death of Bingwei shishiro.

"Don't come!"

A weak voice came. Bing Wei Shilang climbed out of the pit with a gray face. His face was pale and impersonal. He stared at Jing Qianchong fiercely like a wolf.