Chapter 540: In the ancient battle between the Two Heavenly Emperors, Wang Xianzhi died and lost his Taoism
The orthodox Taoist scriptures record that people have three souls and seven spirits, and the world is skeptical, but Xu Fengnian, who has been withstood the pressure of Wang Xianzhi in heaven and earth, is extremely certain, because except for his fresh body, he only has one soul to “eliminate filth”, and the three souls and six spirits obtained by the other “three people” each dream of spring and autumn. Xu Fengnian squatted by the pit. When another person appeared out of nowhere, he did not watch the battle, but squatted down and breathed heavily to cleanse and remove the turbid air in his body. Gao Shulu’s body was originally a pure body, and Wang Xianzhi’s skill was that he could pierce his filth and eliminate filth at one glance. As the world turned over, he forced him to force countless filth. Gao Shulu’s vigorous body can almost ignore ordinary injuries, and her recovery speed is so fast that it can be beyond the reach of ordinary Vajra masters. Even if they blow their internal organs into pieces or even pierce the heart, they can survive for several hours in violation of the laws of nature.
The squatting Xu Fengnian was surrounded by black air, and he focused on staring at the cracked road at the edge of the big pit under his feet.
See the smallest and know the truth.
After Xu Fengnian became the sixth in the world, many outsiders began to study the martial arts process of the Xinliang King. Most of them were surprised by Xu Fengnian’s stealing master. They didn’t know how many small gullies he had recorded in the Dunhuang City of Beimang after the battle between Deng Tai’a and Luoyang. In order to appreciate the sword intent, he would not know how much effort he had spent to grasp the secret skills of Liu Hao’s entry into the city and Song Nianqing’s staggering sword. After the peach wood sword, which can be called Wang Xiaoping’s relics, returned to the top of the Lotus Peak, it was not about indirectly imparting the sword intent, but about finding clues and exploring Wang Xianzhi’s unique qi movement. Xuanyuan Qingfeng blocked the way, just to pay off his debts, and to cut off his mind. If you cannot pass the level, everything will be settled; after you pass the level, you can be far ahead of the martial arts. But then the obstacles between Wudang Jianqi and the useless monk were not that simple. One person was asking for a sense of shame and the other was burning incense. But there was no doubt that both of them were trying to find flaws that might not exist at all in Wang Xianzhi.
In addition to the originally unexpected girl Hehe, it was Xu Yanbing’s turn to temporarily block Wang Xianzhi’s way.
He must have the will to die.
This man once said that if the Northern Liang army is killed, the Northern Liang army must not be left.
A joke is definitely not a joke.
Xu Fengnian, who was squatting, didn’t bother to wipe off the blood on his face. In fact, the boots that had been squeezed by the world at that time had been polished, and his feet were covered with blood and flesh. At that time, he tilted his head and shoulders, and his shoulders were also grinding bones. However, after being thrown to the ground by Wang Xianzhi, these injuries recovered as before at the speed of the naked eye. However, the broken clothes and bottomless boots on his shoulders could prove that the situation was steep at that moment. Except for Xu Fengnian, who is now able to see Li Yang and Beimang, who can only make him suffer this severely. Except for Wang Xianzhi who has not yet done his best, he has no choice but to have the heart.Tuoba Bodhisattva and Deng Taia were fighting to the death! Xu Fengnian continued to stare at the cracks on the ground. Only when his eyes were really covered by blood would he raise his arms and wipe away the rich blood flowing from his eyebrows on his face.
Xu Fengnian, who was standing, held the hilt of the knife, looked down at the extraordinary Beiliang sword, and said to himself, “This knife should have been given to Zhao Huangchao.”
He closed his eyes, took a big step, spread his palm in front of his right hand, and held the knife behind his left hand.
The wind and clouds rise, and the yellow sand floats.
Xu Fengnian, who was squatting, finally stood up, as if she wanted to witness the “he” swing the knife with her own eyes. He stretched out his finger and pressed it against the middle of his eyebrows. The blood was blocked, but it still oozed out from the gap between his fingers. On the face that was said to be very similar to a princess by the old man in Beiliang, it was winding down.
Slashed out with one knife.
First, I heard the continuous thunder and then saw this sword energy tearing the sky with a line of force.
This is a knife that Xu Fengnian himself realized. The moves of the first half of the sword come from the tide of Guangling River. Without seeing the tide at the beginning, the sound of the tide is already thunderous. Only then can you see a white river crossing the river, and the tide gradually rises, like a row of towering snow-capped mountains falling from Kunlun Mountain.
The second half of the sword emphasizes the spirit, and is wandering out of the body and seeing with your own eyes the thrilling and tragic battle of the Western Wall. In plain clothes and white beating the war drums, several people wearing armor and horses returned
They blended one after another, and then they had such a knife that had never appeared in the world. Lao Huang would not name Jianzhao, and Xu Fengnian had no time to name him.
This knife is like freehand ink splashing on paper, and the edge of the blade means heavy ink, sprinkling a huge arc.
Wang Xianzhi did not hide or avoid, and pressed the top of the Gangqi arc with both hands, and was led high into the sky by the knife arc until it penetrated into the sky, and there was no sign at all.
At a higher point where Wang Xianzhi stopped her body, the Qi that was cut off from a gap did not dissipate in the nine heavens, but was like the Guangling River rushing past a line of tides, forming a more majestic tide in the old salt warehouse!
The tide poured down from the sky.
Since Wang Xianzhi smashed Xu Fengnian into the ground after murderous intent came out.
You must always respect each other.
Xu Fengnian, who had a knife, smeared another Northern Liang sword without waiting for Wang Xianzhi to break through the Gangqi waterfall. It was simple and heavy, and it was the first generation of the Xu family’s battle knife.
Xu Xiao’s troops came out of the two Liao dynasties and headed south.
Crossing the river south again and again, fighting to the death again and again, and killing for life again and again, showing jokes to outsiders, and being ridiculed as a mad dog who was willing to bite people desperately without giving away bones in Liyang.
Xu Xiao never spoke to anyone, and never explained anything to his eldest son Xu Fengnian during his lifetime. Xu Fengnian only knew the answer during the ecstasy of the Spring and Autumn Period.
Xu Xiao has always been a storm crossing the river. He doesn’t want to die, but he is not afraid of death.
Pay attention to your mother’s world, pay attention to your mother’s emperors, generals, and rules of your mother’s chessboard!
Xu Feng took a step before holding the knife, with the tip of the knife facing upwards, pointing directly to Wang Xianzhi in the sky.
Silently recited: “Cross the river!”
A black rainbow hangs upside down on the ground.
Wang Xianzhi, who was fighting against the fallen waterfall, was hit in the chest by this knife. The two “Xu Fengnian” standing on the ground could see the black dot slowly pressed down by the waterfall, and then the next knife violently hit the dome that was beyond view.
The “Xu Fengnian” who had traveled through the black and white spring and autumn sighed and said softly, “It’s hard.”
Xu Fengnian nodded, but soon smiled, “But now, the old man dared not only exert seven or eight points of his strength.”
Just as he finished speaking, a pillar of light fell from the sky, and the earth shook accordingly.
Wang Xianzhi walked out of the Heavenly Gate and came to the world like a god in the heavenly court!
An old man in Mai’s clothes showed a fist-sized wound on his heart. Even though the body of this person in the world was not inferior to Gao Shulu, who was at the peak four hundred years ago, there were still no signs of healing. There were buds in his flesh, and the scene was strange and suddenly arose and died.