Chapter 894 Chen Zhibao asked King Liang to sue King Liang, and planned the war in Huaiyang Pass
Xu Fengnian swallowed a mouthful of blood, waved his sleeves gently with both hands, forcibly suppressing the chaotic qi in his body that was surging like a tide. After taking a big and small loss, Xu Feng let out a breath of turbid air in young eyes and looked at the King of Shu who did not pursue the victory after a shot. It’s strange that this person’s qi flowed in an instant and was not outstanding, only five or six hundred miles, not to mention that Cao Changqing, Deng Tai’a and others could easily achieve seven or eight hundred miles, not to mention that Li Chungang fought in Guangling River during his lifetime, and broke through two thousand six armors with one sword, crossing a thousand miles that was praised by Lu Zu as the threshold of a celestial being. In terms of the speed of the qi flow, Chen Zhibao is probably not as good as Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who is now in the Central Plains.
Sword Tao has had a struggle between intention and power since ancient times, and the same is true for martial arts in the world, but no one can deny the importance of one’s storm. It is almost the foundation of a martial artist in the martial arts world.
But even though Chen Zhibao’s energy flows without showing its majesty, he can still integrate Wang Xiu’s four-character technique in one shot. It seems that he can have a very romantic freehand painting after only three or four points of strength.
Chen Zhibao, who had the advantage in one move, said calmly: “This shot was to slap you for the 300,000 cavalry of Beiliang. Those Beiliang border troops whose names have been engraved on the stone tablet should not be so frustrated.”
Xu Fengnian did not have any verbal disputes with Chen Zhibao, and slowly raised his power.
In the previous battle of Guangling River, Xu Fengnian had already experienced Chen Zhibao’s plum wine. Moreover, Wang Xiu, the great master of the Spring and Autumn Period who taught Chen Zhibao’s spear technique, was originally from a native of Northern Liang. He also worked for the Xu family for many years. Logically speaking, Xu Fengnian was close to the water and was well-versed in the world’s mixed martial arts. Even if Wang Xiu’s spear technique was not as good as the pinnacle, he should know his essence. But once he really faced Chen Zhibao’s elusive plum wine, he always felt that he was not able to catch his inexplicable power, which was a bit like he was willing but not enough. Even if Xu Fengnian is firmly better than the realm, it is difficult to achieve tens of strength when he really takes action. You should know that Xu Fengnian was able to make 12 points in the face of Wang Xianzhi, who claimed to be one man to beat Wu Ping’s nine people at that time. He fought with Tuoba Bodhisattva for thousands of miles in the Western Regions, and he was able to exert his energy from beginning to end.
Now, after Xu Fengnian was severely injured by Tuoba Bodhisattva, it became more and more difficult to deal with the plum wine.
But no matter how dangerous the situation is, Xu Fengnian did not complain or complain about Chen Zhibao’s robbery.
This is exactly like the difficult situation in Beiliang today. Since the world is like this, if you want to survive, don’t care whether the methods of the Beimang army’s Liyang temple are not upright enough. In fact, you can’t help Beiliang to care about those things.
The old saying goes that people and things are left to fate. Xu Fengnian always believes that whether to follow fate or not, or whether destiny is good or bad, is a very secondary thing. All he has to do is do what he wants to do.Human Resources, you must never give up when you believe that the personnel has not been completed.
At this time, Xiu Dong and Chun Lei long and short swords fell from outside Huaiyang Pass into the small courtyard in the city. Xu Fengnian was indifferent and allowed the swords to be inserted on the ground in the courtyard. Chen Zhibao did not stop the two famous swords from falling, but the tip of the gun trembled slightly and the purple air shook slightly.
Xu Fengnian did not want to take over the embroidered winter and spring thunder, but could not.
Chen Zhibao took action again and rushed to a place about one shot from Xu Fengnian who was standing at the foot of the wall.
But the next moment, Xu Fengnian seemed to be motionless, while Chen Zhibao’s quick shot hit Xu Fengnian a few steps away from the left. The plum wine gently pressed against the wall and stopped when it hit.
A crack was seen smearing Xu Fengnian’s clothes on her chest, and blood gradually oozed out.
Xu Fengnian frowned. Chen Zhibao’s shot was very fast, and it was originally a straight line, but it was not as fast as Xu Fengnian could not avoid it, so Xu Fengnian took three steps, but instantly the tip of Mei Zijiu’s gun appeared in his heart. Therefore, when Xu Fengnian returned to his original place, his clothes were still scratched by the not-sharp spear tip.
Chen Zhibao slowly took back the plum wine.
The secluded courtyard door had not been closed, and the breeze blew on my face.
There is a jujube tree in the corner of the courtyard, with fruitful fruits, and green and red dates hanging on the branches. Whenever the autumn wind first reaches the northwest, almost every household in Beiliang will cook dates and eat dates. Even weak children can easily shake it. Some married women who have just become wives but have not yet given birth to children will stand under the date trees according to custom. The younger children in the family will choose the jujube trees with thin branches and shake them hard, allowing the red dates to hit the head, which means that they will have a noble son early.
On the inconspicuous jujube tree, a date suddenly left the branches quietly, bumping and banging with the branches below and other dates, and then fell to the ground.
Xu Fengnian made an incredible move: after inserting his hands into the cuffs, he looked a little pale after posing as if he was waiting to die.
The dates that were more inconspicuous than the jujube tree fell gently on the ground and exploded.
The plum wine in Chen Zhibao’s hand seemed to be hit by an invisible flying sword.
Thunder falls on earth and sounds in heaven.
This is the divine intention of Gu Jiantang’s unique skills in the bottom of his box.
But the wrists of the qi control all things as flying swords, and the realm where the heart reaches the sword goes is the foundation of the sword path of the Wu Family Sword Tomb.
As the first date fell from the branches, the dates suddenly fell like rain, falling rapidly, falling into the ground one by one, some of which exploded dullly and some of which fell quietly.
Chen Zhibao burst into ripples around him, with different heights, like countless small stones hitting the calm lake. The mysterious picture was like a fairy’s handwriting, blooming out of thin air on a piece of snow-white rice paper under the handwriting of an immortal.Lotus.
Chen Zhibao closed his eyes and held the plum wine tightly. Even if a ripples spread three feet above his head, he still did not dodge, let alone handing a shot to break the deadlock.
A circle of ripples spread slightly in the air just over his shoulder.
Chen Zhibao was waiting patiently for Xu Fengnian’s trump card, and the moment when Xu Fengnian had murderous thoughts, as for the seemingly mysterious ripples, they were just a trick that was not painful.
For Chen Zhibao’s plum wine today, there is no flawless move in the world. His attack and confidence that even if he faces Deng Tai’a, who is known as the unparalleled one-shot, he can still break it with one shot. Therefore, no matter who he fights for life and death, he is invincible, let alone the young vassal king who is at the end of his strength.
Some ripples rose up very “carelessly” far away from Chen Zhibao.
When the jujubes all over the trees fell, Xu Fengnian’s cuffs moved slightly, and small and exquisite flying swords hovered quietly in front of him.
At the same time, the ripples that had already disappeared around Chen Zhibao reappeared. Large and small, high and low. A swaying snow-white lotus was emitting from each other’s ripples.
A small courtyard is like a lotus blooming, with a faint crisp and pleasant tinging sound.
This is the Lei Chi of the gatekeeper of Tai’an City, Master Liu Hao, and the Dahuang Ting of the old head of Wudang, Wang Chonglou.
The thunder pool is full of lotus.
In a desperate situation, full of vitality.
As if feeling the strange phenomena of heaven and earth in the courtyard, Chen Zhibao slowly opened his eyes, without any awareness of being trapped in danger, but instead looked at it carefully with leisure.
The lotus in the pond is full of swaying. These lotus flowers should be the concrete manifestation of Xu Fengnian’s mind.
The young vassal king who once inherited Gao Shulu’s body had to use this kind of immortal handwriting that did not consume energy to fight the enemy. It seems that the battle in Longyan’er Plain has indeed hurt the root of it.
Chen Zhibao’s eyes passed over the lotus in front of him. When he saw the nine pocket flying swords hovering in front of Xu Fengnian, he probably was afraid that this thunder pool would not trap him. He needed to use these flying swords that did not involve the movement of the qi to guard against the sudden rise of the plum wine in his hand.
I don’t know if these nine small objects are the gifts of Deng Taia, the god of Tao Sword. It is said that Deng Tai’a gave twelve knives in one go. Later, Xu Fengnian suffered losses against the enemy Mao Han Shengxuan outside Shenwu City and in the battle with Wang Xianzhi. Is it because it was not made up for it?