Chapter 235 The little Tuoba Lang is fierce and fierce. Xu Fengnian fights the devil.
When the wisp of water swept out, Tuoba Chunjun subconsciously narrowed his eyes, just like an ordinary person looking up at the sunlight. When this little Tuoba, who has been smooth sailing for the rest of his life, opened his eyes and saw a corpse cut in the waist, and the damn young man who finally made a sword. The short sword had returned to the sheath at some point. He supported the hilt of the knife with both hands, slowly straightened his back, and turned to face him and Duan Boerhehe. Tuoba Chunjun was as motionless as a mountain. He thought in his heart that if he had faced that sword and the sword in his hand, he would never have been cut off by a knife, let alone killing Duanboerhehe. This is probably the cunning place of this young martial arts refusal. After knocking himself off, he knew that the road to capture the thief first would not work, so he focused on Jinxiulang, who was used to driving the colorful python to fight the enemy. What a carefully planned bitter flesh-and-heart show!
Duanboerhehe, who was plotted hard, gritted his teeth and said, “My little master, this person was injured by my chest with a punch. His luck will never go smoothly. Don’t talk about a knife or a sword, so I will take his corpse!”
Tuoba Chunjun rolled his eyes and said, “It’s best to take his corpse, don’t take my corpse at that time.”
The extremely angry Duanboerhehe didn’t care about flattering and slapping his horse this time, but his face was ferocious. After Xu Fengnian and Li Chungang separated, according to the old man with the sheepskin fur’s experience of closing the sword, he has been working hard to cultivate his mind. With the nurturing of the divine beauty brought by the Fuck Xia Zi Feng Jinkui, the green snake evolved from the two-sleeved green snake finally showed a sharp spirit beyond imagination, but almost emptied all his energy and pulled the bow like a full moon, almost breaking the bow string.
After the spring thunder returned to the sheath, Xu Fengnian couldn’t help but tremble, especially with his hands holding the knife and fighting Duan Boerhehe for a death. His body was severely damaged, and his last punch made his seven orifices bleeding. However, he was forcibly suppressed the moment before, and slowly flowed out at this time, his face was covered in blood. In fact, when he first met Tuoba Chunjun and Caimang Jinxiulang, Xu Fengnian was not afraid of fighting or wanted to escape. Tuoba Chunjun wanted to use war to support the war and use him as a knife stance. He didn’t have this idea. But man’s calculations are not as good as God’s calculations. Only when there is an extra Duanboerhehe, it is so difficult to escape. When I first heard about the sword spirit of the old sword god Li, Xu Fengnian had no doubts. Since he was demanding that a sword must be killed before he could be unsheathed, otherwise the sword spirit would be damaged. Isn’t it a suspicion of bullying the weak and afraid of the strong against the enemy who is higher than his opponent? Whether this sword is not suitable for unsheathing is not suitable for unsheathing? Since there is no dragon in the world, why should I learn the dragon-slaying technique? But Li Chungang always kept it a secret and did not give an answer. He just said that he knew the Five Mountains when he arrived in front of the mountain. Xu Fengnian entered the ethereal state of no sorrow or joy when he was in the canyon again. At this moment, the spring thunder no longer trembled. He slowly closed his eyes, and the mountains were covered with green mountains and sword intentions, all of which were like this. In the sheath chamber of the square inch of heaven and earth, the spring thunder was full of vitality.
The spring thunder that left the body spreads the divine will between heaven and earth, as if it was rushing to the sea and then returning, and even going upstream, climbing step by step.
There is a great enlightenment on the ray of life and death. This is read all over WuThe clarity that cannot be brought by a million secret books is like seeing a light in person. It is the so-called “head down and climbing a mountain for a long time” that you will know that there is a lamp on the top of Kunlun Mountain.
Tuoba Chunjun did not dare to take risks easily, and he thought he was in his heart. He looked at the ants of Qitiqian Cha’er, who seemed as lowly as ant, waved to the scared cavalry, and smiled and said, “Go, distribute twenty swords to the herdsmen, telling them that if you want to survive, you should kill this young man. No matter whether you chop to death or not, as long as you raise the knife, I, Tuoba Chunjun, promised to give them 1,000 gold, 2,000 cattle and sheep.”
Qin Cha’er’s force was mediocre, and I only knew that the swordsman was extremely difficult to mess with, but he would pick it up with him if he wanted to pinch a soft persimmon. He led more than twenty riders to the herdsmen, threw down more than twenty swords and said gloomyly: “Did you hear clearly? The young master of the God of the Northern Mang military said, as long as you raise the sword to the thief who fled to the territory of the Southern Dynasty, a thousand taels of gold! Ten thousand cattle and sheep! Moreover, I, the king eagle of this grassland, Qin Cha’er, also promised you that this lake and this pasture will be given to you! If you are not tactful…”
Qin Cha’er dared not arbitrarily, so he quickly turned his head carefully to look at Tuoba Chunjun. The latter made a gesture of wiping his neck. Qin Cha’er, who received the instructions, immediately changed his face and said sternly: “It’s just a word of death!”
Tuoba Bodhisattva’s youngest son
Hu Yan’an Bao’s heart was ashamed. Seeing a young and strong herder moving his steps to pick up the rash knife, he widened his eyes and said angrily, “You dare!”
The herder just paused for a moment. When he saw compatriots in the clan step out of the queue, his original shaken determination no longer hesitated. He silently picked up a pair of rash knifes with clear blades. The herders’ wives and children turned their heads and refused to watch this scene. A Baoji rushed out of the tent, spread his hands and stood between the cavalry and the herdsmen with swords, his tender face full of tears. The old patriarch closed his eyes and cried. One old and the other childish, two faces are useless in life and death. Huyan Guanyin ran towards Abaoji, hugged her, rolled to the side, avoiding the rushing forward of the fury capturing Cha’er. As Xiti, he is the unquestionable master of this grassland. Even if his eagle is just a native chicken in the eyes of Tuoba, it is definitely not something that the herdsmen can do against. At this time, seeing A Baoji and Hu Yan Guanyin dare to make a bird of head, his ferociousness suddenly surged. He pulled out a long and forged illegal sword, bent down and slashed down fiercely. Hu Yan Guanyin’s arm was pulled out with a deep bone-observing scar.
Xu Fengnian opened her eyes and bent over, and the spring thunder swirled in her hand. He turned his back to the herdsmen who were carrying a sword, and his mood was not shaky. He was not surprised by the sinister hearts of people because he had seen too many ugly things. Moreover, it was reasonable to put himself in the shoes of the tribe and relatives’ life and death. Xu Fengnian held the spring thunder with one hand and raised his arm with the other. A river suddenly broke down behind him, and a ravine appeared. The herdsmen rushed forward and there was a timid commotion and stagnation. When they were looking from afar, they only saw the dust flying here. In the end, it was not as shocking as they saw it. The reason why they raised their swords to face each other was that they were afraid of the Tuoba family.In addition to his reputation, there may not be no luck with this young scholar who has a bodhisattva heart. However, after the grass suddenly cracks, it seems like he has drawn a boundary of life and death, and crosses the thunder pool to die. That lucky mentality is wiped out and his courage fades.
Xu Fengnian stared at Tuoba Chunjun, reached out to smooth the wrinkles on his chest soaked in blood, and smiled and said, “It will be difficult for the Colored Python Brocade Sleeve Lang to stop me again, otherwise you and I will hunt each other once.”
Tuoba Chunjun laughed wildly, making his handsome face distorted. He pointed at Xu Fengnian and said, “There is a saying in the Central Plains that the power of the strong cannot penetrate Lu silk, and the power of the wind cannot float the feathers. Just because of your half-dead appearance, you want to negotiate with me whether your breathing hurts. Do you think Duan Boerhehe’s punch is embroidered?”
Xu Fengnian said, “How many swords do you have guessed before? Since there is a first sword, you can’t have a second and third swords and then a burial with you. It seems that you can’t kill a Duanboerhehe, the sixth-ranked demon, does not seem to have enough money to kill the youngest son of the military god.”
Tuoba Chunjun stretched out a finger and shook it a few times, and smiled confidently, “Don’t scare me, it’s useless. I was beaten and scolded by the Tuoba Bodhisattva in your mouth, but I wasn’t scared. I know a little about your temperament. I will never talk nonsense if I can kill people. Now that I talk too much, it proves that you are almost exhausted. Tsk, Guidao is exhausted. This statement is really good. Since you are a child of the Zhuoran surname of the Southern Dynasty, you should understand the meaning, or, you have started to lay out the meaning in the subtle and dark places. I will wait and see. Duan Boerhehe, take action, your limbs will belong to you, and my head will belong to me!”
Tuoba Chunjun squinted his eyes and said intoxicatedly: “I didn’t know before, but after meeting you, I realized that I knew some famous sayings and quotes in poetry and books, nagging, and killing people will be particularly romantic.”
Xu Fengnian faced Duan Boerhehe and breathed gently.
A golden light rushed out of her sleeve.
Tuoba Chunjun laughed and said, “Your sword-controlling skills are the skills of killing people. Compared to one of my father’s defeated generals back then, the sword energy of the chess sword Yuefu is closer, which is 108,000 miles away!”
Although his expression on his face was cynical, his eyes were stern. This flying sword that never appeared in the world, both the sword energy and the speed were far superior to the eight flying swords that had been hanging in the air.
The golden thread that achieves most of the sword body.