Chapter 528 Huishan purple clothes locked across the river, Wudang sword crazy sword blocked the way
She smashed her two fists, and Wang Xianzhi, who was carrying one hand, let her punch hit the woman’s eyebrows with her slight punch. Wang Xianzhi did not move at all, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng did not have much turmoil, but only threw his head backwards with a slight magnitude. The biggest thing was that the mountain wall under the two people’s feet was tearing a crack that was becoming increasingly obvious. As Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s head swayed, her sleeves were also twisted, revealing two pink and tender wrists, but this whiteness and redness were not the tempting way for a woman to be born with beauty, but a sick scene. The blood under the snow-white skin flowed in a form visible to the naked eye – a boneless person! If you gain something, you must give up. The “green edge” of Huishan Mountain Lord is too far-fetched. In order to absorb the internal strength of external cultivation and endure the counterattack of the masters who died at her hands, she did not hesitate to melt her body into a lively melting pool, melting others and herself.
Wang Xianzhi had naturally seen the foundation of this crazy woman, and had no sympathy at all. Seeing that she was not alive, she suddenly exerted force with her forehead, knocking back the ridiculous martial arts leader for more than ten feet. He took one step to the opposite side of Xuanyuan Qingfeng and twisted her slender neck that was comparable to the man. Wang Xianzhi, who always carried one hand, grabbed the body, rotated her body, and slightly accumulated momentum, let go of the woman in purple, and threw the purple-clothed woman to a height of more than ten feet above the top of the gorge wall. Wang Xianzhi continued to step upwards, and held his hand behind him to make a fist, and a water pillar drew water from the river and soared into the sky. If later generations mentioned it, it would probably be called a Guangling sword, the scabbard is the Guangling River, and the sword body is the river. Wang Xianzhi’s sleeve of green dragon was indefinitely. At this time, the old man would use this water sword that jumped over his head to penetrate the stubborn woman’s body and nail it to the air. This fresh way of death, which was revealed in the public eye, is worthy of her current identity and her courage to fight to the death.
The water sword was incredibly exerted, and rushed up rapidly along the cliff, indeed hitting the woman in purple whose energy was dissipated. However, this water sword as thick as a wellhead did not pierce Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s body, but was blocked by a fuzzy ivory white mist. The fog spread out and the fan-shaped one was filled with fog. The water sword pierced the mirror of the bronze mirror like a needle, and the fog gradually disappeared. But Wang Xianzhi, who was walking upward, did not have this patience. He raised his hand and the water column expanded from the size of the wellhead to the size of the patio of the portal of the Jiangnan water town. This was not the vulgar scene of a needle stabbing the mirror, but the sledgehammer smashing the mirror. This is not all. Several water columns of the same size were pulled by the aura that Wang Xianzhi picked up, stirring out of the water and rushing towards the sky. Each dragon that emerges from the water contains Wang Xianzhi’s abundant energy. With the cliff as a line, the water column circulates an arc and a half, just hitting the fog.
Wang Xianzhi walked to the top of the cliff, raised her head and sneered. No wonder this woman was so rebellious that someone gave her or lent her a piece of national destiny.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s life was hanging on the line, but he was not waiting for death, and was struggling to face the mirror.He stood up and stood up, holding a sword in his hands, with the tip of the sword facing down, pointing directly to Wang Xianzhi’s head on his neck!
The luck of the jade seal transferred to her began to rotate, pulled away from the mirror, and condensed on her “hands” and “sword”.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng shouted angrily.
Press down with both hands.
The first dragon water sword was shattered in an instant, and the water columns that originally hit the mirror were also pulled by this sword energy. They turned against each other and followed the invisible sword energy and smashed Wang Xianzhi’s head together.
Wang Xianzhi sneered gently, how could some lucky rice grains compete with the sun and the moon?
The warrior no longer put his hands behind his back, his hands were hooked with five fingers, and he slid a few inches on the ground on the top of the cliff, bent his knees slightly.
This is probably the first time the city lord of Wudi City took action in the true sense.
After Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s sword, he lost everything. He maintained the strange posture of holding the sword and could only wait for death.
Wang Xianzhi jumped up instantly, and the entire cliff top was pressed down several feet high. Without waiting for the sound of noise from the bottom of the cliff, the majestic aura that poured out from top to bottom had already taken the lead in repelling Guanglinglang that hit the mountain wall.
Whether it is the sword energy or the water column, it is neither blocked nor smashed, and it is even like losing its target and smashing it randomly on the top of the already precarious cliff.
Wang Xianzhi had already come to the head of the woman in purple and smashed the woman who was ignorant of her life to the top of the mountain, falling to the distant river.
It seemed like a punch, but before Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s body fell into the Guangling River, the purple color stagnated several times in the air. A loud thunder sound followed, and the purple air dissipated again and again, and the purple color faded again and again.
Wang Xianzhi seemed not satisfied with the dying struggle that she should have in the celestial realm.
The old man held up his left palm and slapped the purple clothes that were about to jump into the river again, and punched the body as big as a fingernail in the distance with his right hand.
The unparalleled fist was almost like a white rainbow, tearing the sky and hitting the dying purple clothes that had already been hovering.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng watched the long rainbow of fist hit him, helpless.
I’m afraid in the eyes of the second-grade master, this hostess of Daxueping is a bit vulnerable.
Ordinary martial artists feel that as long as they are lucky enough to enter the realm of celestial phenomena, the qi in their body can penetrate the world and be inexhaustible. This kind of cognition cannot be said wrong, it is only half true. The master of the celestial realm is not the land gods of the free and easy world. Gao Shulu, a master of this level, was once likened to build a blue cloud ladder. It is obviously different from the next level sitting on the top of Kunlun to see the sea. One is still climbing the mountain, and the other has reached the top. Therefore, as long as someone breaks the ladder that has reached the peak of the sky, he can only stop moving forward. Han Diaosi is good at killing the masters of astronomical phenomena, becauseThis human cat’s fingers are most suitable for removing ladders. But Han Shengxuan had to get close to his body and fight to peel off the cocoons, but Wang Xianzhi was not the case. From beginning to end, the city lord of Wudi City did not get close to Xuanyuan Qingfeng, cracked the lock with bare hands, the green dragon entered the water, and two punches in succession. Even if the distance between the two was not close.
At this moment, Xuanyuan Qingfeng’s head was empty and he couldn’t remember anything. I can’t remember the long and mellow rain in Huishan, the long and mellow fragrance of my daughter, and the heavy rain on the heavy snow floor.
When she slowly let out a breath of turbid air, it was equivalent to removing her last breath, allowing only the remaining energy to collapse, and the purple clothes fluttered more and more with the wind. Xuanyuan Qingfeng closed his eyes, his heart was as calm as water, and his last thought was: two things were clear. When I was a child, I was ignorant of the world and always liked to ask this and that nerdy father. Somehow I asked about love between men and women. My father has always liked to interpret the words, so he used the words Qing to interpret the words love. The radicals of the two characters are water and heart. When will the heart be as calm as water, and when will it be truly let go, it will be considered to be completely clear.
Wang Xianzhi stood on the top of the cliff and saw the purple clothes where Changhong hit him, frowned: This woman had realized her until she died, but it was too late.
Wang Xianzhi couldn’t change her mind and smash her fist skills by herself, leaving a woman with her life, but the old man was too lazy to wait for the next Sina head to slap the shore.
Just as the Baihong Fist was about to blow up Xuanyuan Qingfeng, Wang Xianzhi suddenly turned his head and looked at the left bank of Guangling River. As far as you can see a middle-aged Taoist priest running to the iron pillar of the ruins of the Tie Lock River, then jumped high across the wide river surface, lifted his sword and landed on another iron pillar on the other side of the shore. His body was extremely fast. Even Wang Xianzhi, who had truly achieved the invincible battle in the world, couldn’t help looking at him with admiration. Just talking about light skills, the Taoist priest’s step across the river is far from being described by stepping on the snow without scars, but the Taoist priest not only has people but the sword energy has arrived, which is one of the essences of the immortal’s sword control. The rapid-moving fist weapon was cut in half without any warning when the Taoist priest stopped, and it disappeared in an instant. Song Nianqing, who had replaced it with the fourteen new swords, would not be so straightforward and neat. Even if he cut off the fist weapon twice, Wang Xianzhi’s fist weapon could still use the first half to kill Xuanyuan Qingfeng, instead of being completely wiped out at the moment.
Wang Xianzhi stood proudly on the top of the cliff and immediately guessed the identity of this sword-training Taoist priest – the sword-crazy Wang Xiaoping. He has always been known for his pure sword heart. According to legend, this person has no fixed status in practicing swords. The eighty-one peaks of Wudang are facing the top, and the distances are far and near. Wang Xiaoping always stands on one peak when practicing swords, pointing to another peak. On the peak, there are brothers and brothers throwing a fallen leaf at will. It is not until the sword energy hits the leaf but does not penetrate the leaf. It is considered complete. Wang Xianzhi used to wait for the top martial artists in the world to enter the city and climb the tower in the East China Sea. After waiting but not waiting, there were only a handful of them. Wang Xiaoping was one of them, because Wang Xianzhi was very curious whether this Taoist priest who carried the Wudang sword path was expected to surpass Deng Tai’a’s unparalleled murderous aura. Wang Xianzhi is about Wang Xiaoping’s todaySuddenly appearing, and breaking the fist before the sword was unsheathed, it was not anger, nor was it angry that he wanted to beat the dog in the water. Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who had saved his life, fell into the water and ignored it. Even if she passed the level of blessing in disguise, her future achievements reached an unattainable height in the martial arts world, were no longer what Wang Xianzhi wanted to care about.