Chapter 400 The world of Zhenwu in Kuaixue Village, the battle between the gods and men in Chunshen Lake
Zhao Ningshen smiled and said, “I heard Mr. Bai Lian say that the prince’s prince is good at doing business and discussing business. When I see him today, I realize that what he said is not false. Let me ask the prince’s prince, has the evil things that have always wandered thirty feet away from the lake been ready to gain momentum? Is it really necessary to fight to the death? The prince’s prince’s life seems to be much more valuable than the Tao. If the Tao says that if both jade and stones are burned, the planner of this transaction, the prince’s prince said that it was a loss of beautiful jade or a stone.”
Xu Fengnian’s face was normal and replied, “It’s not necessary to fight hard. If you really want to kill you, you may not be able to kill you. After all, Xie Lingzhen’s realm was really a tower in the air. Confucian scholars talked about war on paper, so they could only talk. In the end, they were too far behind the martial artists who stood up from the dead. They had the cultivation level of the empty realm, so they would reveal their fill when they started. Moreover, Xie Lingzhen mistakenly thought that I was just relying on the Vajra body to mess with him, and died in a frustration. Longhu Mountain had been on guard against me for a long time, almost as if they were watching the fire. I guess I had to fight head-on. I had to learn the Taoist step into the mysterious step. In the end, I would beat you so hard that you couldn’t laugh, so I would have to die halfway.”
Zhao Ningshen asked with a smile: “Your Highness the Prince is determined to be unable to get along with the Taoist path.”
Xu Fengnian revealed his old truth in one sentence and sneered: “Will you wait until Longhu Mountain can accomplish its contributions in one battle to help you get your ideas?”
Zhao Ningshen closed his eyes and held his breath in order to try his best to hide the trace of anger that faintly appeared in his eyes.
Xu Fengnian mocked, “The clay statue is so angry.”
Zhao Ning opened his eyes, without saying a word, but just showed his hand forward.
Since I’m asking for death, then you can kill me.
This confidence is not the reincarnation of the ancestor of the Zhao family, but the young Taoist priest who often gets lost. He really blocked Deng Tai’a’s sword when he first started his career. Not long ago, he even blocked Liu Songtao, who was both a Buddha and a demon.
Xu Fengnian supported himself on the railing with one hand, jumped up, and made a gesture to kill the flute-hanging Taoist who was responsible for the great expectations of Longhu Mountain.
However, Xu Fengnian used the realm of Yin-like cultivation, he should have rushed towards Zhao Ningshen in one go, but the latter clearly felt that Xu Fengnian was holding the railing in his hand, and his body suddenly stagnated, which made Zhao Ningshen, who had not yet achieved the predestiny, paused. The boat originally needed to slide one zhang back, so he was fully sure to remove Xu Fengnian’s attack. At this time, he cut off half of the distance slightly stiffly and stood still half a zhang away. Xu Fengnian suddenly moved without any warning and rushed forward. After releasing the railing, the railings behind him shattered in pieces. Zhao Ningshen frowned, his body was still motionless, and the boat slipped 1.5 meters behind without wind. When Xu Fengnian reached out to push him, Zhao Ningshen held one hand behind and brushed the other hand against his chest. The bell never sounded, and it hit the thunder with one click. It seemed that with a light blow, there were clouds and thunder surrounding the knees, and purple air lingered, making Zhao Ningshen look more like a god.
Xu Fengnian did not kill Li Huoli and Xie Lingzhen, the Vajra body that was cast by slandering with external force, and rushed forward with his hands dazzled to tear off the purple qi cloud thunder that Zhao Ningshen had laid out. Zhao Ningshen raised his foot gently and kicked Xu Fengnian in the abdomen. Xu Fengnian also pressed Zhao Ningshen’s forehead with a palm, and exerted force almost at the same time. The boat retreated into the fog like an arrow. Xu Fengnian quickly floated back to the outer corridor, with his knees bent and stepped on the outer wall, and flew forward again, and the wall was stepped on. Zhao Ningshen picked the black green bamboo flute and swirled his fingers. The bamboo flute was like a bamboo dragonfly disturbing the heavy fog on the lake, and splashing water on Xu Fengnian.
Xu Fengnian tried to crush the green bitter bamboo flute, but she still underestimated the majestic aura contained in the flute. She let go after touching it, and her body was bounced to the lakeside. Her feet splashed countless water before she settled on the lake. Zhao Ning shouted softly, “Get up!” The boat pulled up several feet from the water, barely avoiding a sneak attack under the water of a vermilion robe, and the latter flashed away. When Xu Fengnian fell on the black-topped boat, he slashed his hand knife at Zhao Ningshen in the sky. The bitter bamboo green flute stabbed behind him like a trapped beast. He was strangled by the flying sword thunder pool sword formation. Zhao Ningshen, who was both fighting bare hands, stepped on the bow of the boat with one foot, and fell into the lake with a thousand pounds. The entire boat flipped on the water surface and smashed towards Xu Fengnian in reverse.
Xu Fengnian turned his hand knife into a fairy and stroked the big head, and slapped the boat into pieces on the spot, and the palm of his hand pressed down to the top without diminishing at all. Zhao Ningshen, who was still in the lake, did not hide or avoid it, and let Xu Fengnian slapped his head with a palm.
The lake water swayed violently, causing huge waves to hit the outer corridor. I wonder how many thousands of kilograms of lake water poured into the courtyard behind the two of them.
Xu Fengnian slowly fell on a small boat shattered wooden board on the lake. The palm actually didn’t touch Zhao Ningshen’s head at all. This young Taoist was extremely popular, unexpectedly.
Zhao Ning’s mind floated up to the surface and finally saw the true face of the dark object behind Xu Fengnian, with red robe and five arms, and a compassionate face.
Zhao Ningshen said in a deep voice: “The filth has been born since ancient times. Xiaodao has allowed His Highness to be domineering, but he cannot tolerate evil things to behave. Even if Xiaodao tries to cultivate his whole body today, he still has to practice the way for heaven!”
This time it was Xu Fengnian, whose face was sinister, stretched out a palm, with hatred in his eyes, indicating that Zhao Ningshen could do whatever he wanted to do.
What a good way to do the heavenly way.
On the top of Mount Kuanglu, there are heavenly beings who leave their bodies and wander around, and there is the Heavenly King Zhang Xu angry and exhaling purple air.
What I mean is to do the way for heaven.
Zhao Ning didn’t dare to distract himself and thought deeply. He breathed heavily, covered the back of his left hand from his palm, facing the eastward Taoist ancestral courtyard Longhu Mountain, “Please!”