Chapter 529 Huishan purple clothes locked across the river, Wudang sword crazy sword blocked the way
Wang Xianzhi’s wrist was tightly pressed and his hands twisted. The numerous gravels that seemed to be about to fall apart instantly condensed, forming a stone formation that looked like a big round from a distance. There were countless tiny purple lightnings flowing wildly between the cracks of the gravel. As Wang Xianzhi’s hands suddenly spread out, on the old man’s head, it seemed as if a group of purple and black crows appeared in a semi-fan shape.
The gravel crows were not still, but crows drew water. At the Guangling River under Wang Xianzhi’s feet, water columns as thick as arms continued to gush out of the water.
If the clowns are fans, then these rapidly rising and rotating water columns become the fan bones of the fan.
Wang Xiaoping grinds his sword skills under Wudang Mountain. Today, he took a sword to force Wang Xianzhi to go down the mountain, but an outsider came, who was also a person who went down the mountain. However, the time when he appeared happened to be when Wang Xiaoping’s sword and Wang Xianzhi’s crows suddenly arise. It was not good for the overall situation, nor did it damage the overall situation. Therefore, both of them chose to turn a blind eye to this person intentionally or unintentionally. The uninvited guest was wearing an old Taoist robe that was washed white, but it was not like the two mountains of Longhu and Wudang. He looked like a man of not many years. He was close to Guangling River and happened to see Wang Xianzhi’s fist white rainbow smashing towards a purple robe. The middle-aged Taoist did not seem to be running wildly, and he was still leisurely wandering every step, but he approached the riverside in almost the blink of an eye. Until Wang Xiaoping used his sword to slash Changhong, the Taoist still did not take action. Then he stopped at the shore and watched the purple clothes of Huishan fall into the middle of the river. The Taoist seemed to sigh softly.
The middle-aged Taoist did not jump into the river to save people, but turned to look at the “fan” that Wang Xianzhi mobilized and created, and frowned. Everyone knows that when Wang Laoqiu was in charge of Emperor Wu, he welcomed and sent countless masters. He fought against martial arts and never asked for whistles. In short, fighting with him would make it ugly. No matter whether you are Cao Changqing, who is the heroic spirit of the eight-foot-eight-foot-like chariot, or the Tao Sword God who controls his sword, it will not give the outsider the feeling of shocking the world and crying ghosts. The Taoist figure was motionless, and his left hand drew an arc, causing ripples, as if it was blocking something invisible, but his five fingers on his right hand were pinching his fingers, which was so fast that it was dazzling.
There are three situations: the right time, the right place and the right people. The Beimang national teacher Yuan Qingshan is good at calculating the right people, and Huang Longshi is particularly good at calculating the right time, while he wins with the right budget and the right place.
The few remaining thirteen Chinese and Autumn Ancient Chinese, this Taoist who had been deeply hiding his fame from beginning to end occupies the “number armor”.
He seemed to be forty years old, but in fact he had already exceeded a hundred years old. However, the way he practiced had no hope of reaching the realm of rejuvenation in his life. Otherwise, with his extraordinary talent, he could have returned to nature. His freedom was almost comparable to that of Lu Zu’s passing the Heavenly Gate five hundred years ago and the ascension that people in the world could not get was just a matter of his thoughts. Over the long years, he has seen too many ups and downs in the world. He has discussed the story with Qi Xuanjian, who was reincarnated by Lu Zu, and raised evil dragons for Liyang Zhaoshi in Difei Mountain, and followed the dragons of the three generations.The head of Hushan was intriguing, and earlier, he walked through the world with Liu Songtao, the leader of Zhulushan, who was invincible a hundred years ago, and was both enemies and friends. The Taoist stopped to make gestures, and he knew the battle between the two in the distance.
Wang Xianzhi is nearly 100 years old and has reached the top of martial arts for nearly a hundred years. Compared with ordinary people, he has lived too long, so that almost everyone has forgotten that this burly old man was once a scholar who was determined to be a temple. He also imitated the famous scholar of Qingliu to give up his feather fan and a scarf to guide the country. However, by all kinds of fate, he threw his pen and abandoned his books and entered the world, and never looked back. The devil Huang Sanjia led the national fortune to the world. Wang Xianzhi was originally the first, which was similar to a powerful minister in the temple who used the emperor to command the princes. No one could compete with him. He could only take over most of it and be Gao Shulu four hundred years ago and Liu Songtao one hundred years ago. However, Wang Xianzhi did not do such a thing. Whether it was Song Nianqing, who was born in a calf and was not afraid of a tiger, or Cao Changqing, who had just entered the celestial phenomena, these lucky martial arts trees did not die in Wudi City. This time, when leaving the East China Sea, facing Xuanyuan Qingfeng who hits the stone with eggs, he can kill or not, but Wang Xiaoping is different. The latter is backed by a Wudang Mountain. In the future, people on the mountain will face the fishing of immortals, which will eventually lead to a new pattern that has not been seen in a thousand years, and the heavens and man are separated. In the future, not to mention the grand occasions of seven or eight land gods and immortals, I am afraid that none of them will be left. Even the desire to enter the celestial realm is a luxury. The word “ascendance” will naturally become a tremendous sound. In such a situation, Wang Xianzhi, who had blocked the territory with one person’s strength, naturally hated it deeply.
Wang Xianzhi not only had to block Wang Xiaoping’s next sword from unsheathed, but also had to cut off the relationship between Jian Chi and Wudang in one go!
Wang Xianzhi clenched her fists with both hands and threw them forward.
I rushed in front of the fan, and a strong wind rose.
Wang Xiaoping’s eyes were still closed, his left hand was closed with his fingers, and pushed forward on the peach wood scabbard, and the scabbard gently slid out.
There is no unparalleled energy that rushes into the bullfighting, and there is no strange phenomenon of wind and clouds. Even though the gravel lingering purple lightning rolled towards us, and then a huge wave and high wall fell towards us, the speed of the sword being unsheathed was still neither hurry nor slow.
The next scene was shocking. Wudang Taoist rushed past the overwhelming gravel thunder and lightning, and there were huge waves hitting the top. After this round of offensive, countless gravels did not roll to the ground according to common sense, but instead floated on the shore and slowly rotated. When the sky was covered with dark clouds, a crystal clear and extremely long white line appeared, looming, as if it was hanging from the nine heavens, slightly tilted, pointing to the peach wood sword, Wang Xiaoping, whose peach wood sword was still not fully unsheathed, and the end of the white line was hung three feet above the Taoist head.
The so-called “God” that God remembers the good and evil of man.
Wang Xianzhi sneered, stretched out her finger and gently twisted it, and broke the “fishing line”.
The middle-aged Taoist murmured to himself: “After all, Li Chungang could have lost to Wang Xianzhi back then.Wang Xianzhi, you can also lose to a rising star, but the world must not be lifeless. Why does Confucianism use literature to disrupt the law without changing it, and the heroes use martial arts to violate the ban, but they are getting farther and farther away.”
The Taoist sighed, “The boy Xu Fengnian of Beiliang wants to guard the northwest gateway and give the people of the Central Plains a peace. His original intention is not bad, but he is too deeply involved with Wudang. Once he becomes a big shot, he will definitely join forces with Li Yufu. Therefore, there are two choices: not killing Xu Fengnian is a turmoil that has been rarely experienced for decades; killing Xu Fengnian is still the world, and no matter how strong the imperial court is, it can generally not violate the rivers. Now someone may have to fill the well in the Jianghu. As the well guardian of Wang Xianzhi, you, as the well guardian of “watching the sky through the well”, does not agree, which is reasonable. “
He saw that the tight white line above Wang Xiaoping’s head seemed to be suddenly cut off, and the remaining white line popped up violently in the air, and finally slowly dissipated among the clouds.