Chapter 301

Since the battle between the two clans of human and demon six thousand years ago, the swordsman's vein began to wither. Before the wild training vein had improved, most of the friars in the mountains and rivers fought with magic weapons.

It is simple and direct, and the speller is also able to make it. Absolute strength is the key to success.

But it's a little boring.

A battle should include these, but not just these.

Xie Huaiyin is an orthodox Confucian monk, but perhaps because he has spent too long in the river and lake, he has more martial arts charm. His original magic weapon is not zither, chess, calligraphy and painting, but the silver gun.

The monks never thought that they would fight close to people one day, so they didn't want to use swords, guns, swords and halberds as magic weapons. But now, Xie Huaiyin is not only a silver spear, but also fighting with Li an.

But Li an holds a long whip, also does not want to thank Huaiyin and his distance is too close.

In fact, the three monks who came to Ningfu city this time are all Taiqing, and there is not much difference in the realm of cultivation. However, if it comes to the combat effectiveness, Wen Bailou's absolute ability is superior to the other two. After all, they are generals who have stepped down from the battlefield. Neither their judgment of the situation nor their fearlessness for death are comparable to others.

Xie Huaiyin, as the head of Wuning Prefecture, is not superior to the three men. However, he has the momentum of being the best in the world, which has been polished by a lake in the North Sea for more than 20 years. Therefore, Li'an has never gained any advantage.

Instead, he has been suppressed by Xie Huaiyin.

Li An has a strange look. He is just like Wen Bailou. He just thinks that the master of Wuning mansion just got a secret script by chance, so he stepped into the cultivation road. Therefore, he always thinks that the North Sea is the best in the world. However, he dares to be so big. Before Wen Bailou and Jiang Feng react, he should start first. But who knows that Xie Huaiyin is not only difficult to deal with, It seems that he is still telling him that if he is careless, he will even die on the spot.

With the heavy rain, Li an reaches out and wipes his face. The long whip on his hand blows forward from afar, just like a snake passing through the rain curtain. This time, what he wants to wrap is Xie Huaiyin's neck.

Xie Huai, who was carrying a silver gun, snorted coldly and strode out. He stepped on the water in the long street, but his toes were light and his body was floating. If the rain had not dampened his clothes, he would have been regarded as the saying that his style was still the same.

The powerful air machine on the whip was like thunder. It exploded beside Xie Huaiyin's ear, and many raindrops fell on Xie Huaiyin. Xie Huaiyin frowned slightly, and stood on the wall to avoid these raindrops. The raindrops splashed on the wall, leaving holes in different depths.

The whip came as promised, but it was like a good woman abandoned by the childe brother!

Xie Huaiyin picks with a gun, flies the whip, and then stabs out. Before Li an returns to his senses, he takes the gun and returns. This is not over. When Xie Huaiyin puts his foot on the wall, the whole person quickly bumps into Li'an.

The point of the spear pointed to Li An Xin.

If we say that the long whip was like a snake spitting out its message, now the silver gun is like a dragon swimming into the sea. There is no difference between the two.

Li An's face changed greatly, and he quickly took back his whip to protect his body. But after wrapping the silver gun, Xie Huaiyin didn't feel a bit flustered. He just pulled the silver gun back and left. The silver gun was taken away, and so was the long whip.

Li'an didn't care about the bursting of the tiger's mouth. At this moment, however, Xie Huaiyin had already bent his knees and bumped into Li'an's abdomen.

Li An's face turned white in an instant, but before he flew out, he was held by Xie Huaiyin and hit the center of the mouth.

Xie Huaiyin, who has been the top martial arts player in Beihai lake for many years, can not be accepted by ordinary people, even if the opponent is also a monk.

With one blow, Li'an's chest sank down and a piece protruded from his back.

It's not a minor injury.

Xie Huaiyin looked indifferent and let go of Li An's hand, which was a punch to Li An's temple.

With a bang.

Why do monks on the mountain fear swordsmen? Why do they now belittle the wild cultivation in the mountains and rivers? I think there should be a saying that the monks are good at fighting.

In the struggle for the same territory, if the monks of the three religions were approached by Xie Huaiyin, a monk who was proficient in close combat, he would be worse off than Li an.

Then he gave the dead monk a punch. Xie Huaiyin threw the corpse out and stood on the long street tired.

It's not easy to kill a man. It seems that he has not suffered any trauma. But now the spirit mansion is tumbling and the Qi machine is almost exhausted. Let alone a Taiqing realm, Xie Huaiyin should treat it cautiously even if he comes to a green silk realm.

Go and get the silver gun and kick the whip away with his feet. Xie Huaiyin will turn around and walk back to the Wuning mansion.

The tip he got was that three monks had entered the city together, but now he was only one. He thought that most of the remaining two were going to separate life and death, which made him laugh.

What do you think about the bereaved dogs in both countries?You wenbailou was the first general of the state of Chu in the past. It's good, and you are also an enemy of tens of thousands of people in the battlefield. But what? Now Chu has become Chuzhou under the rule of Liangxi, and the people of Chu have become Liangxi people. Why are you still holding on?

Don't you think it's a joke?

With his thoughts, his thoughts diverged. Perhaps it was because of this that the young man with hanging swords was discovered by him only after he was within 50 steps of his body.

Xie Huaiyin was holding a silver spear. He looked at the young man with a sword hanging fifty steps in front of him. His face was indifferent.

The man in front of him is also a monk. He is just hanging sword. He has the taste of a swordsman.

It's not him that worries Xie Huaiyin, but a young man in blue with a sword case and an oil paper umbrella.

Young people are often present, young people are Li Fuyao.

Both are swordsmen.

Standing in place, Chang Lin said to the point: "secret script, Chang family."

Xie Huaiyin frowned and quickly remembered the old story. If it hadn't been for the first time, he could even clap his chest and say, "I've been wandering in the world for so many years, and I've never done anything heartless, but it's really what he did, even if it wasn't his intention.".

In fact, even Chang Lin was released by him.

Xie Huaiyin asked, "are you the child at the beginning?"

Chang Lin did not speak.

Xie Huaiyin suddenly turned his head to salute somewhere and said in a low voice, "Sir, please."

In fact, there was an old scholar with gray hair who had been drinking under the eaves of a house for a long time. When he heard Xie Huaiyin speak, he stood up, stretched out and took a look at the young man in blue with an umbrella in the distance.

The old Confucianist sneered: "where come from kittens and puppies?"

Li Fuyao looked at the old Confucian scholar. He was helpless. His luck was really bad.

There is also a place of Taiqing?

-

in the heavy rain outside Ningfu City, a middle-aged man walked out of Wei's residence and came to the long street. He intended to go to the Wuning mansion in the inner city, but he walked out of Wei's mansion. He saw a man in armor riding a big horse like fire charcoal on the other side of the long street, with a big halberd in his hand.

The middle-aged man lost his mind in an instant. When he saw this man, he seemed to see that the state of Chu was still in its heyday. He and his majesty were on the general lighting platform, watching him come from the horse. His face was full of vigor.

How old was Wenbai building at that time? Was it less than ten years old?

It is no wonder that the emperor's majesty talked about the fact that wenbailou was a star in the sky to help the state of Chu achieve its eternal foundation.

A general who was already famous in the four fields less than a year old, and an emperor with great talent and vision met each other. If there were no three mountains, Dayu, Yanling, Liangxi, would have established a great foundation.

It's just that the situation is so, no wonder.

Jiang Feng was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice, "Wen Bailou, the state of Chu is dead. You and I are both bereaved dogs. Must we distinguish between life and death?"

Wenbailou halberd in hand, "if you and I are general, naturally do not kill you, but you are eating the master's bones, but also bite on the master's mad dog, do not kill you, my heart is uneasy."

Jiang Feng said with a smile: "the mansion is going to fall. Naturally, you should find a place to settle down. Even if your majesty is alive, I'm afraid that I can understand what Jiang Feng has done."

Wen Bailou said indifferently: "Your Majesty can understand, so what? If the state of Chu is not necessarily, and knows your whereabouts, is it difficult to protect your integrity?"

Jiang Feng was silent for a moment, thinking of his acquaintance with the conquered emperor of Chu. Before he provoked Liang Xi in those years, he was not wholeheartedly thinking of opening up new territory for his majesty and building the foundation for all ages.

Between the monarch and the minister, just a long talk will not know how many times, he Jiang Feng, ever forgotten?

However, it is still a matter of living.

Wenbailou got off the horse and patted the horse's head. The latter trotted away and stopped at the corner. Wenbailou stopped talking and walked away.

In addition, when wenbailou strides forward, it seems that someone is beating the drum at every step. Obviously, its momentum is stronger than that of the first person in Beihai lake.

If one person is the leader in the world, he has a posture of invincible in the same territory. The other is living on the battlefield all the year round and fighting among thousands of troops, which is even more of an irresistible momentum.

In fact, one of them holds a halberd and the other carries a gun. If they fight for life and death, I'm afraid the impression will be very good.

But now, what Wen Bailou wants to kill is the former National Master of Chu, who is now in Taiqing.

After walking into Jiang Feng's body, Wenbai building is swept by a halberd. If Jiang Feng is hit by this halberd, he is afraid that even if it will be changed into two parts, it is a pity that his body twisted and his body regressed several steps. The big halberd is still gone. It cuts a hundred year old tree by the long street directly, and the tree falls down. As soon as Wen Bailou kicks the tree, the big tree shoots towards Jiang Feng.In the mansion, Wei Xian, who was once one of the top ten martial arts giants in Beihai lake, now has set foot on the cultivation road. Looking at the scene in Chang Chang street not far away, he said with a smile, "that armored general must have been an unparalleled general at that time, and he was only afraid of being a ten thousand enemy in the battlefield."

Wei Yingchun, the leader of the Wei family, is standing beside his son. His martial arts level is not high, but his eyesight is not bad. He should know when he sees such a playing method. If such a martial arts man has not experienced fighting among thousands of troops, his momentum will not be like this.

"I have heard that Wen Bailou, a famous general of the state of Chu, was good at using Euphorbia. He would have taken the lead in every battle, and his strategy was also the first-rate in the world. He was a real famous general. If there was no such person, the emperor of Chu would not have won the great territory."

The heavy rain was so heavy that the father and son were standing under the eaves, but they were not exposed to the rain. Wei Xian nodded and agreed, "in the army, the weapons selected must be long-term, but most of them use knives and guns, and those who dare to use halberds. If they are not excellent in martial arts, how dare they be?"

Wei Yingchun nodded with a smile. Looking at the war, he felt a little comfortable. Although he still expected Jiang Feng to kill the master of Wuning Prefecture, he was servile after all. Looking at Jiang Feng being beaten down, his mood was not bad.

Wei Yingchun began to ask, "when will xian'er take Xie Huaiyin's head?"

Wei Xian frowned and said, "my father really thinks that the head of the Wuning mansion is so easy to get?"

Wei Yingchun had some doubts, "it's not that Xie Huaiyin is just a martial arts man. Since xian'er has been on the road, why can't he?"

Wei Xian said with a smile, "I said I wanted to take Xie Huaiyin's head, but I told Jiang Feng to listen to it. If he can't walk out of this long street tonight, our father and son will take it as if it never happened again. If he can't go out of this long street tonight, we'll take it as if it hadn't happened again. We'd better stay in Ningfu City, and we don't have to worry about it."

Wei Yingchun frowned and looked strange.

Wei Xian did not explain, just looked at the battle on the long street and sighed, "if you put him on the battlefield, you can really make the best use of it."

On the long street, the Euphorbia of Wenbai building, which has always been the upper hand, has once again torn a ravine on the ground. Jiang Feng, on the opposite side, has retreated for dozens of steps, sitting on the top of the long street with an Guqin in front of him.

In the face of the former first general of Chu, Jiang Feng fiddled with the strings and made a sound. Several silver wires broke through the sky and came roaring through the rain.

Wen Bailou didn't take it lightly. He and Jiang Feng were old acquaintances. As early as that year, he knew that he was good at playing the piano. When he became a monk on the mountain, wenbailou took the Euphorbia as his original magic weapon. He was thinking about what Jiang Feng used. Later, he thought that there should be no other thing except Qin.

Now, after handing it in, I find that it is.

When the silver lines were swept to the front of the eyes, the toes of wenbailou were on the ground of the long street and retreated back. There was a huge air machine on the Euphorbia, which hit the silver lines heavily.

These silver threads are like fine needles that pierce the majestic air machine of wenbailou and come to you in a flash.

This makes wenbailou frown, but even if the Euphorbia strikes back, it is like a hammer hammering heavily on the silver line.

Jiang Feng, who plays the piano on the opposite side, has cut his fingers and blood.

Wen Bailou and he almost at the same time embarked on the road of cultivation, but this one has more than ten years of military career, accustomed to life and death, walk on that road, not necessarily faster than Jiang Feng, but in fact, always win some.

Wen Bailou was the first-rate soldier in the world when he led the army to chisel the array. Now he has become a monk, which is not necessarily worse.

After the crescent on the Euphorbia was hooked up with several silver threads, the blue veins on Wen Bailou's arm were exposed, but they didn't fall back. Instead, they ran before gripping their teeth. As they strode forward, a series of footprints of different depths were left on the long street.

What is an unparalleled general in the world?

Wenbailou is worthy of such a name.

Close to Jiang Feng again, Wen Bai Lou heavily blows down.

Wei Xian said with a bitter smile: "go back to sleep."

Wei Yingchun was stunned and immediately understood what his son meant. He sighed and turned to the yard.

-

when he often drew a sword and pointed at the master of Wuning, Li Fuyao had already held the green silk in his hand in the distance, but he still held the sword and the umbrella in his hand.

In the majestic rain, the old Confucianist looked at the young man standing in the distance with his sword. When he brushed his sleeves, it was a storm.

Li Fuyao clenched the green silk and cut through the rain with a sword. Then he looked at the old Confucian scholar quietly.

This is the end of their first trial.

Li Fuyao did not show much, even the old Confucian, and did not show his true cultivation. However, since he was Xie Huaiyin who wanted to call on Mr. Li, it was not too bad.

Moreover, Li Fuyao had already been able to tell that he was a Confucian monk in Taiqing.

In this case, what about magic weapons?

For example, the monk of Taiqing, who was killed in xiaoyilou by Li Fuyao, had a picture of mountains and rivers. What would this old Confucian be?While Li Fuyao was thinking about it, the old Confucian scholar's big sleeve and small move had already arrived at his hand.

With one hand lifted up, countless rainwater was sucked in.

Li Fuyao felt the momentum of the momentum, and without hesitation, he threw away the oil paper umbrella and swept forward with his sword.

The old Confucian thought that Li Fuyao was just a wild practice. He didn't care until the rain fell on his brow like a sword.

But it's too late. Li Fuyao's sword has arrived.

The sword spirit is surging, and the sword spirit is flourishing.

At this time, all the rainwater absorbed in the inkstone turned into ink rain, and a long river like ink was made in front of Li Fuyao.

The sword stabbed into the Mohe River as if it met resistance.

It's hard to move forward.

Li Fuyao frowned, and the spirit of the sword was strong in the lingfu.

Like the Milky way of the nine days, it poured out with great momentum and was unstoppable.

At last, the old Confucian scholar was a little frightened. He looked at Li Fuyao and said, "are you a swordsman?"

Li Fuyao is silent. The green silk sword is hard to move in the Mohe River, but there is a sword nineteen in the sword box behind him.

Although Li Fuyao was deliberately partial to one another when he raised his sword these days, Jian 19 was psychic after all, and he chose Li Fuyao on his own initiative. Therefore, accompanied by a loud sound of sword sound, Jian 19 came out of the sheath!

It fell on Li Fuyao's other hand.

Who has seen a swordsman with a sword in his left hand and a sword in his right hand?

Only Li Fuyao!

www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!