Chapter 101 Five-finger strength Qishu sword spirit
Suddenly, there was a clear shout in the night sky in the distance, like a crane chiping nine days, clear to the ears, and then the light of the flying sword suddenly changed. The whole body turned into a crescent moon, dragging the tail several feet away, swimming all over the sky, shockingly coming, a set of flying sword stabbing, calling it up and down. Teng, the crescent moon is like a hook, and the swordsmanship is so wonderful that it has never been heard of and seen before.
Seeing this, Wang Chan hurriedly took the Taibai essence within a radius of ten meters behind his front of him. He guarded it tightly and did not dare to be too far away. He was not very proficient in swordsmanship, but he practiced the gun for many years, which was a blessing to his heart. In a hurry, he only used the Taibai essence as a big gun. Although the subtlety seemed to be not as good as the flying sword. The killing is delicate and subtle, but his pistol method is born out of the battlefield. The moves are all killing moves, simple and direct, but more fierce. The two swords fight together, tearing the atmosphere, back and forth, bringing the thunder sound rolling like a strip of electric light brewing in the dark clouds. For a while, it also looks good. There is a winner.
But after all, Wang Chan's too white essence has not been refined for a long time, and he didn't pay much attention to it in the past. He only naturally put it in his two lungs. He didn't take good care of it. He was far from reaching the realm of sword immortals condensing like a physical object. In addition, the sword and gun moves were unfamiliar. Many places were not sure. After 20 or thirty moves were fought hard. Although the sword is not scattered, the white spirit in the white light is not scattered, leaving only about half a foot of the length, which is invaded by the flying sword and sword, and there is a faint powerlessness invisibly. At that moment, I secretly said something bad in my heart.
He bit the tip of his tongue fiercely and pained into the bone marrow. Wang Chan's expression suddenly shook, and he no longer dared to stand still and continue to fight with the flying sword. He only thought to himself, "I underestimated the heroes in the world. I didn't expect that the power of the Lin family could be so great, but the sword fairy has had rules since ancient times. He can't serve the powerful and dignitaries, and he can't interfere in the political affairs of the country. How can this man dare to blatantly violate the precepts? Is it that the times are different now? Even the Sword Fairy Sect has kept pace with the times and has to rely on the powerful to make a living?
"During this period, I have been happy and enmity, and I have killed a lot of people, but I am still a little arrogant. Fortunately, my boxing and martial arts have also reached the realm of transformation, and I can have a little foreboding. Otherwise, if only this sword comes, I will be unable to save my life." Wang Chan knew that the sword fairy flying sword was not an ordinary thing. His surname was psychic. The sword light was everywhere and invincible. His own thirteen Taibao can't stop it. As long as a sword can be broken.
I was thinking in my heart, and my mind suddenly revealed a flaw. The new moon-like sword light and white gas rushed down. A cold light broke through the gap, and the cold air came to my face. Under the shock, Wang Chan rushed again, moving like a rabbit, but it was still a little slower. It sounded, and the clothes that had just changed into was There was a big mouth more than two feet long on the back of the back, and the white light swallowed, almost clinging to the surface of the skin like flying through. Although it was really cut into the skin muscles, there was still a blood mark from the bottom of the neck to the waist. Hao Xuan suddenly divided the whole person in two halves.
What a powerful flying sword.
In front of this kind of "thing" far beyond common sense, no matter how strong your boxing and martial arts are, as long as you have a sword, you will be completely finished!
When it didn't hit, the white gas sneered and penetrated into the middle of the rocks and soil under the ground, and immediately broke a three-foot-long crack. The remaining power was endless, and then broke a large bluestone the size of a buffalo, which slowly dissipated under the ground.
At this time, Wang Chan had jumped up from the ground and did not look back. He aimed in one direction and rushed down directly with his head. This flying sword is really too powerful and physical. As long as the person who controls it has enough vitality, he can play it for three or two hours. It is not one point less than his white essence at a time. He can't fight for a long time. Therefore, Wang Chan turned his head and ignored it, but it was the idea of "shooting the horse first, and the enemy to capture the king first".
Just now, the man shouted loudly and exposed his own goal. Wang Chan has been fooling around in the mountains since he was a child. He listened to the ability to debate the position. He didn't think of the second person in the world. As soon as he heard it, he immediately knew the position of the other party.
Although the flying sword is powerful, it is not a missile. It is impossible to really have the ability to take a person's head thousands of miles away. In reality, the so-called sword fairy who has success in practicing the sword can only control freely and take people's life within a hundred feet. Even if it is the most powerful in the past and the present, if you try your best, you can go 30 or fifty miles away at most. Already, the maximum range of power is within a hundred steps, otherwise this flying sword would not have the saying of "a hundred steps of flying sword".
And the sword fairy cast a spell, which is often necessary to "breath the gas" in advance, and hand over the items stained with the breath of the target to the flying sword to know, just like before the police dog tracks the criminal, it always has to smell something that the criminal carries with him, and then he can find the ground to cast magic and kill people, so the person who controls the flying sword will definitely not leave. Too far away.
Wang Chan identified the direction. The wind was blowing under his feet, and he walked quickly. He only divided his mind into two parts. On one side, he collected the essence and resisted the pursuit of the flying sword behind him. On the other hand, he did not dare to go straight. The S-shaped under his feet were wrapped around, and he moved repeatedly. From time to time, he circled himself around the big trees along the way, and let the flying sword light fly up and down. Keep cutting down the trees and slowing down the speed.
"Oh! This Wang Chan obviously doesn't know swordsmanship. Where is the Qingcheng Gate? The broken captives are eye-catching this time!" On the hillside a few miles away from Wang Chan's place, the middle-aged man, who was as warm as jade and had a bun on his head, seemed to have a thin white light between his mouth and nose. It stretched from his body to the depths of the night sky like cotton thread. Although he was very far away, his eyes seemed to be able to clearly see the scene. All the situations are the same, full of details.
"I thought I was a fellow, but I was happy to see the hunting heart and tried it. I also saved him from killing together. I killed Lin Changzhi, and then had a feud with the Lin family, which was irreparable... In this way, it was my fault. I moved the flying sword in vain. I'm afraid I have already formed a feud with this Wang Chan!!!"
His eyebrows frowned tightly. The warm man suddenly smiled bitterly and opened his eyes again, but he saw Wang Chan crossing the forest and retreating. A foot and a half-long Taibai spirit protected the top of his head behind him. It seemed to be dangerous. In fact, five or six meters in front of him, his flying sword light could not break through the defense.
"If he is not the Qingcheng faction, how can he be refined into the innate lung gold! You must know the mystery of this white essence. Even now I can only see two of them. It will take at least ten years to make a sacrifice.
It only said that Wang Chan was suppressed by his own flying sword and wanted to escape, but the warm man didn't care. No matter how fast Wang Chan's body was, it would take some effort to run ten miles away. The closer he is to himself, the greater the power of the flying sword. Once he enters within a hundred steps, it is not difficult for him to break the white spirit of Wang Chan. He only needs a thought.
At this time, in just a dozen breaths, Wang Chanren had rushed to the ground and rushed out six or seven miles away. In the flash of his eyes, he also saw a figure on the hillside. Knowing that it was the righteous Lord, he was happy in his heart. Without hesitation, he rolled forward and grabbed a tree more than a dozen steps away, he saw a white light like electricity in the air. The crescent-like flying sword passed silently through the thick trunk, and immediately raised its hands and swi! With two sounds, he immediately threw out the two night eagle daggers of Lin Changzhi in his hand, and they were hitting the flying sword light that had just passed through the trunk of the tree.
At this time, the two flying knives have been infused with all the inner strength of Wang Chan's body. The flying sword passed through the tree and first collided with the Taibai essence that came around the tree like a snake. It jingled, and it was strong. Just as it was about to take advantage of the victory to chase, it saw a flash of cold light on the ground, and the two daggers and short knives were exactly the same. .
There were only two sounds in my ears. In the white light, iron filings flew. Although the two special steel night eagle daggers were crushed by the sword gas in a blink of an eye, Wang Zen's inner strength attached to it also completely burst out, shaking the crescent-like sword, rang in mid-air, falling to the ground, and non-stop. Jumping.
The flying sword is powerful. It is sharp and invincible. Everything will be smashed in half by his sword light, but after all, there is still a entity. It can't be like the legend. The sword light is differentiated and the virtual reality is converted. Wang Chan's desperate blow, the inner home on the two daggers is really strong, and the touch is explosive, and they are all used. His most powerful implosion power now. Once it explodes, a thousand catties of stone the size of a grinding disc can also be blown up and smashed at once, which is full of ten thousand catties of power. Therefore, the warm man's flying sword was also blown up involuntarily and fell to the ground.
However, when the flying sword fell to the ground, Wang Chan did not dare to reach out to grab it, just because the flying sword is not an ordinary thing. Once sacrificed, the whole body is shrouded in sword gas. As long as it is not taken by the master himself, the iron hand will be twisted when the air machine changes.
"It's a pity that this is a deep mountain forest. There is no black dog. Otherwise, you just break into a village at the foot of the mountain and catch a black dog to kill it. Take this opportunity to pour a bowl of black dog blood on it, which can stain the aura of the flying sword and turn into a piece of stubborn iron, or there may be a woman's blood..." In his busy schedule, Wang Chan rolled over and ran away, but he had time to think nonsense in his heart.
The sword fairy flying sword is the most pure thing in the world. What I fear most is the black dog blood from yin to blem and the woman's monthly Tiankui red dragon. Once it is splashed, the yin and yang will be offset, and the spiritual surname will be lost immediately, and it will naturally be abandoned. This is what Wang Chan heard from Wang Daliangzi, and I don't know whether it is true or not. But now even the flying sword has come out. Now that Wang Chan has these two things around him, he doesn't mind trying them.
"Good kung fu!" As the flying sword fell to the ground, the warm man's face a few miles away suddenly fluctuated, and his chest suddenly fluctuated, as if he had been hit in the heart by two ten thousand pounds of heavy hammers, and his face suddenly became a little pale.
The spirit of the flying sword was sacrificed by him, like a living creature. Of course, the breath is connected. No matter how far it is, there is a kind of inner connection, which cannot be cut off. Wang Chan shot down the flying sword in the air, which is equivalent to giving the warm man two heavy punches to his face. At that time, the qi and blood in his body are churning, so uncomfortable.
Taking advantage of this moment, the moment when the flying sword fell to the ground, Wang Chan's thoughts flashed in his heart, and then he looked up to the sky and roared, like a tiger roaring mountains and forests. People rushed forward, suddenly stamped the ground, and the earth with a radius of dozens of meters trembled, and the rocks under his feet sank into three feet deep. Under the huge reaction force, Wang Chan's collapse was a hundred steps away.
Also in the face of life and death, Wang Chan was sniped in eight places last time. Under the full attack, he was twice as fast as the cheetah on the African savannah, but this time, his speed was faster.
Every time you make a pounce, you must be a hundred steps away, enter the projectile, in the dense forest, or stepping on the ground, or simply stepping on the trunk of the tree along the way, sliding with force. In more than ten seconds, others have rushed forward a kilometer from the same place.
At this time, behind him, the flying sword on the ground also jumped twice, and then staggered and flew up. With a whim of thin air, a white light, and then it also caught up with it.
Wang Chan released too white essence again, covering behind him, only flying up and down, densely impenetrable, not let the flying sword have the opportunity to take advantage of, people are like flying eagles, walking through the Lin family, and hearing the jingling behind his ears... The swords hit each other endlessly, and after a while, he had already arrived at the small hillside where the gentle man was located. With a sudden jump, his body was parallel to the ground, and his hands and feet were used together, just like a hungry tiger. The tiger climbed the mountain hard. A hundred steps away from the two sides, he jumped up the hillside in the blink of an eye.
His feet didn't hit the ground, and he held his chest in one breath. Wang Chan knew that time was urgent. Within a hundred steps, his white spirit must not be able to stop the flying sword for many times. He didn't say anything, but rushed forward again. His right hand suddenly rotated with one arm, swinging round, and patted his head with a cry.
Between a palm, the strong wind was stirring, six feet away, and the warm man's chest was stagnant, almost out of breath.
There is no time to think about it at all. As soon as the two meet, they don't know each other. They are like natural enemies, and they are determined to be born and die. Wang Chan was afraid of the fierce sword behind him. Once he broke through his white spirit, he would definitely die. The gentle man knew that Wang Chan's boxing martial arts could kill living people fifty or sixty steps away in an instant, like a tiger. He was afraid that he would be killed by him.
So, one rushed hard, and the other hurriedly stood up from the ground. On the one hand, he drove the flying sword and broke through the obstacles. On the other hand, he pulled open his arms and put them in front of his chest, as if it were closed. A vertebrate dragon shrugged from behind, stretching like mountains undulating. His hands moved and turned up, and the five fingers at the tip of his palm trembled slightly, like the tip of a sword. The point is the place where Wang Chan's throat knot fell rapidly.
This gentle man did not have the slightest anger between his shots. His arms were turned, like the wind swinging willows, but he hid his extremely sharp sword in the hand of Wudang Taiji thirteen-style "like a seal closed" peacock opened the screen in his hand, which seemed to be gently, but it was in the real cotton. There is a steel needle hidden.
The swordsman's kung fu is on a flying sword, a sword in his hand, and he can't resist any boxing and martial arts. If Wang Chan doesn't have too white essence in his hand, if he meets this warm man, I'm afraid that ten Wang Chan can't get close to him. And because of the art of sword immortals, it is said that they have to breathe in the sword. After decades of hard work, the sword-chemists are generally fragile. They are stronger than extraordinary martial arts masters. They fight with others and are most afraid of being close to others. Therefore, before casting spells, they have to choose a suitable place to hide their bodies and do not want to be Discovered.
However, the gentle man in front of Wang Chan is abnormal. He not only practiced the sword fairy flying sword, but also can kill people from a few miles away. He is also an authentic master of the inner family. This move of Taiji's thirteen "like closure" was used by him, just like flowing clouds and flowing water, full of divine spirit, even compared with Wang Chan's down the mountain. The martial arts and boxing skills encountered were the most skillful Yue Poru, which was not bad.
A muffled sound of "bang" is like defeating wood.
The fists and palms of the two met. Under the hard fight, the warm man's wrist bones clicked at the same time. The whole person seemed to have been struck by lightning on the spot. Wang Chan's eyes could clearly see that the fur and muscles on the man's hand trembled violently, and his arms seemed to have been twisted fiercely.
The next moment, the strength flew. From the inside to the outside, as soon as he touched it, there was a series of thunderous explosions. The clothes on the man's arms could not stop Wang Chan's palm first. His muscles twisted and chirped. Suddenly, even the clothes on his upper body were vigorously twisted and scattered, like a dark sky. A flock of butterflies are flying.
Wang Chan's palm was really a desperate blow, knocking out all the physical strength of his body and the real strength of the inner family. He was flying like a dragon in mid-air. Every violent rotation of his body was a palm rumbling down, as if it were a black cloud pressing on the top, thunder from the depths of the clouds. Lightning. Lightning.
"What kind of kung fu is this?"
The warm man's palms were over his head. As soon as he blocked Wang Chan's palm, the muscles of his arms immediately buzzed and trembled. The skin and flesh tendons were severely pressed down and mishanded, and the pain suddenly penetrated into the bone marrow. Before he could react, he saw Wang Chan hanging over his head and flew around. Every time he turned, the same slapped down.
As soon as he borrowed three palms, he couldn't lift both arms. Suddenly, he knew that his boxing martial arts were not as good as Wang Chan. He was really shocked by his inner family. The ligaments and tendons in his arms could not stop the strong suppression of the other party in an instant, and he was seriously bruised.
These two arms are completely useless in a short time.
The warm man retreated quickly, no longer with his previous temperament and demeanor. He was shocked and embarrassed, and his mouth screamed, full of incredible.
At the same time, Wang Chan's back popped, and the new moon-like flying sword finally broke through the entanglement of the white spirit. Ten meters away, a stream of white light stabbed fiercely. As long as he could hold on to the moment, the final victory still belonged to the warm man.
Unexpectedly, right now, as soon as a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes, he suddenly saw Wang Chan, who was constantly spinning in the air, smiled at him, and the same white light spewed out to him.
This white light is no more than three inches long, and the light is also dim, but it is the white essence that Wang Chan has almost used before. At this time, it is of great use.
"Oh" sound, the man's face was completely different, and he turned over and fell down. This was still his lifelong sword practice. He was familiar with the original surname of the flying sword. Although he was embarrassed, he could miss his heart in danger. He was pierced under his shoulder by the sword. He immediately shouted, thinking about it, and the flying sword was controlled by him. It shot behind Wang Chan's back, with a sudden shaking and losing momentum.
Even so, it's really thrilling. At this time, the tip of the flying sword has pierced half an inch of Wang Chan's vest, with a burst of hot pain. If it doesn't stop in time, it will pierce his heart in a blink of an eye.
"It's so close. Fortunately, it didn't hurt the muscles and bones, it's just a skin injury!" He shook his body, fell to the ground, ran forward, and suddenly broke away from the light of the flying sword. Wang Chan only felt that his vest was cold for a while, and his heart and lungs were hot as if thousands of iron sand were grinding. He just secretly shouted a fluke in his mouth, and he couldn't help opening his mouth to spit out a large mouthful of black blood.
I knew that I had just tried my best to do something and distracted. In less than two minutes, I ran for more than ten miles in less than two minutes, and my true breath was endless. I should have changed my breath earlier, but in a hurry, I showed the "yin and yang plate" boxing rack that I had not figured out. I took a few palms one after another and went all out. At this time, I had already hurt myself. Heart and lung, internal injury. In addition, those two white essences are also closely related to themselves. At this time, they have almost disappeared less, and the loss of vitality is really unprecedented.
I'm afraid that this injury is not better than the man in front of me.
At this time, the warm man rolled to the ground, and his arms could not use any strength. The shoulder on the side of his heart was also injured by Wang Chan's Taibai essence. The sword invaded his internal organs and was in a short struggle. The idea of driving the flying sword was impure, which finally made him fail. It was only a thousandth of a second away, and he could be killed. Wang Chan.
No one commanded. The white light of the flying sword was stained with Wang Chan's blood. There was blood in the light, hanging in the air and twisting constantly. It seemed that he was considering what to do next. From time to time, there was a clear sound of the sword in the white light. Seeing this, Wang Chan suddenly shook his head and didn't dare to neglect it. He suddenly bent down and picked up a sword box on the ground just now, and flew up. The sword box was closed one by one, just covering the flying sword in.
Buzz! A burst of dragons and cranes chirung, which was also strange. The indestructible white light of the flying sword only fell in the middle of the sword box, and suddenly stopped, buzzed, and there was no more movement.
When Wang Chan slowly opened a gap in the sword box and peeked at it, he saw that the white light on the flying sword had slowly dissipated. It showed its original shape, but it was a sharp and pointed sword with the following crescent-like Wu hook.
"Hahaha! There is no place to find if you step through the iron shoes. It takes no effort. Good sword, good sword!!!" Until this time, Wang Chan breathed a great sigh of relief, snapped, closed the sword box, laughed, and then looked coldly at the warm man.
(to be continued)