Raise the sword!

The deputy pavilion master of the Xichu Sword Pavilion raised his sword, his hand was not placed on the sword, but the sword momentum had risen, the sword intent had been thick, the sword aura had been strong, and the entire field was suddenly silent, and then suddenly it rose, and the entire ground began to shake, as if there were thousands of troops and horses roaring and galloping, gathering into a tsunami, overwhelming.

Hong Xiguan looked at the vision of heaven and earth, his face was calm, his angular facial features were calm to the extreme, almost indifferent, but there was a vigorous battle intent in the depths of his eyes, just at the moment when Su Mingchuan's sword came to his body, the Northern Wei Fist God stomped his feet lightly, and the small pebbles on the ground began to beat, like boiling hot water, spreading to the surroundings, and then the vitality between the entire heaven and earth also began to boil and jump, forming a rolling wind, blowing fiercely to the opposite side.

The sword qi and the gang wind collided between the two, and countless small breaths cut back and forth, forming a breath barrier that ran through the heavens and the earth, and the light was transmitted on the barrier, refracted and bent, as if it was cut off by a lazy waist, forming a colored light spot, so the entire barrier became colorful and beautiful, but the two people on both sides of the barrier saw each other's figures.

Hong Xiguan and Su Mingchuan once had a fight, Li Yuanying went south to the river to fight Kong Dao Buddha, west into the Zhenxi Army, the two had a battle of two generations of rivers and lakes in Xueyong City, Su Mingchuan represented the older generation of rivers and lakes, is Huang Chunfeng injected into its rhyme, pay attention to the realm of improvement, mood cultivation, combat power fell second, and Hong Xiguan's generation of rivers and lakes, is the Hun god of war Tuoba Longye single-person battle of 10,000 people, the tone of the composition, so whether it is the Northern Wei Dynasty boxing god Hong Xiguan, or the Southern Liang that ascended to the sky of the white-clothed sword fairy Zhang Shenggu, temperament is unruly, dedicated to the pursuit of unparalleled combat power。 There is no distinction between the two superior and inferior, and the last person standing is qualified to say who is strong and who is weak. In Xueyong City, the battle between the two was fierce but not dangerous, and at that time, Hong Xiguan had not broken the mirror, and he had reached the highest point today, and Su Mingchuan had not used the Luoyang Zizhu Array, and the two of them had never used the peerless skills at the bottom of the box, but today was different, the two fought to the death.

In fact, this is a layman's foreign language, everyone's pressure at the bottom of the box is a very strong counterattack, often has the adverse effect of killing a thousand enemies and self-damage eight hundred, so the master is not easy to use the master, and many masters in the world are the most ruthless in the rain that is not cold, his knife pursues the limit of the breath circulation, a breath of 108,000 miles, this knife out, everything in the world is a ghost under the knife, at the same time, this moon water knife is tantamount to falling into the devil's way, the consequences are also miserable, and their lives are gone。

After a whole pillar of incense, the barrier slowly disappeared, disappearing between heaven and earth, and at this moment, the sky in front of the snow surge pass seemed to have been washed by rain, and the blue and clean were a little chilling.

The two people who confronted each other finally ended with a wave of temptation, from the new four eyes to each other, Su Mingchuan's hand was already on the hilt of the wooden sword, his five fingers were close to each other, and he exhaled softly, the wooden sword had no scabbard, but as he slowly pulled it out, it seemed that the scabbard that wrapped the sword qi gradually disappeared, and a purple sword qi was thick and strong like a big tree in his arms, and it became a sight.

Hong Xiguan squinted his eyes and clenched his fists, kicked the ground under his feet, and his body exploded like a long rainbow, and the sound of a bell sounded on the wasteland, and an afterimage flew rapidly, a kick and a thunderbolt, and a ravine was carned.

Su Mingchuan gently waved the wooden sword, and the sword qi came from top to bottom, like a waterfall falling sharply, the moon falling on the world, and the sword qi was so strong that it hurt to look at it directly.

On the opposite side, the Northern Wei Dynasty boxing god who faced this mighty sword qi was not afraid, and simply smashed the ground with a single fist, the earth cracked, the sand and gravel shattered, and a salon rose from under the earth.

The two finally collided!

So far, the two have not met each other in short arms, just a move to test each other, but the momentum is so great that it is terrifying, the Northern Wei Dynasty Fist God, the deputy pavilion master of the Western Chu Sword Pavilion, if the two of them intend to fight to the death, what kind of scene it is, you can see it today!

Purple sword qi fell from the sky, and the huge momentum, coupled with the power of the fall, even the diamond jade would be smashed into powder.

The fist of the Northern Wei Dynasty boxing god is condensed in the earth, starting from the earth, and the salon composed of sand and stone breaks through the ground.

The sword qi slammed into the top of the salon's head, and a huge roar that shook the heavens and the earth resounded through the snow surging pass, like a thunderclap on a sunny day, and the sword qi sand and stone collapsed and shattered, and the dust flew up, covering the sky and the sun. Sharon seemed to have supreme divine might, smashing the sword qi waterfall that fell from the sky and soaring into the sky.

Hong Xiguan couldn't help frowning slightly, although his punch was extremely powerful, it would not be defeated so simply with Su Mingchuan's means, which ...... As soon as his mind turned, Hong Xiguan's body trembled, Su Mingchuan had already come to him, and the tip of the wooden sword stabbed at Hong Xiguan's chest.

So that's the case, Su Mingchuan wanted to fight in close combat, Hong Xiguan sneered, he liked and was the best at close combat, his hands smashed each other, and in a moment, his fists clamped the body of the wooden sword, and the fierce sword qi blew his hair back, and the strength of the fist was superimposed, which was the rhythm of wanting to smash the wooden sword. Su Mingchuan's expression remained unchanged, but he did not retreat from his sword, the sword body swirled, and the hilt of the wooden sword slammed into Hong Xiguan's chest at a strange angle.

The Northern Wei Fist God was lazy to dodge, the hilt of the sword hit strongly, and the rebound was also strong, and he was directly knocked out of his hand, and the whole scene seemed to be Hong Xiguan throwing a flying sword and stabbing at Su Mingchuan.

Hong Xiguan withdrew from Sanzhang, forcibly stopped his body, and sprinted suddenly, as if he felt that a punch was not enjoyable, the Northern Wei Fist God put his hands on his waist, and gathered momentum, and then the fist suddenly burst out, and the air became a fragile vase at this time, and there was no sound of breaking the air, but a strange cracking sound.

Su Mingchuan did not panic, pinched the tip of the sword with two fingers, turned his wrist, and the wooden sword turned around him in an arc, the sword body was horizontal in front of him, his left hand was against the sword body, and his right hand held the hilt of the sword, resisting the fists of the Northern Wei Boxing God.

An ordinary wooden sword bent backwards in an arc under the devastation of the fist, making a piercing sound, and then hit Su Mingchuan's chest, and the body of the deputy pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion also showed an arc of his back bent backwards with the wooden sword, and his feet were more than a foot off the ground.

Hong Xiguan was unforgiving, and always maintained the posture of blasting out his fists, the moment his fists burst out, he took a step forward, his feet just touched the earth, and the power was born from the earth, and it was a hearty punch, and it was in this situation that the deputy pavilion master of the Xichu Sword Pavilion was blasted back more than ten zhang.

Su Mingchuan, who was at a disadvantage, had a permanent complexion, but kept retreating, resisting the left hand of the sword blade, and there was a slight movement of tapping the sword body, Hong Xiguan had a full view of this mysterious posture, but with the temperament of the Northern Wei Boxing God, where did he have the mind to pay attention to whether Su Mingchuan had any back moves, and constantly swung his fist and fist again.

Hong Xiguan punched vigorously, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became, often to the end, the punch was only subconsciously, and there was no palm technique, some of the meaning of punching the master to death, but almost no one in the world could take this messy punch.

After striking the sword body ten times, Su Mingchuan, who was retreating, volleyed his feet like a boulder, his feet fell to the ground, his clothes rolled like waves, and he didn't move: "General Hong, Su will not let you take another step forward." ”

As soon as the words fell, the originally curved wooden sword instantly straightened, and a cloud of mist exploded between the two, the sword momentum was not reduced, but it had been unloaded in most of Hong Xiguan's fist, Su Mingchuan's wooden sword said that it was a wooden sword, more precisely, a bamboo sword, an extremely ordinary purple bamboo in the purple bamboo array in Luoyang City, without a sharp edge, it was Su Mingchuan who cut the bamboo with an axe and cut it with an iron sword, without the slightest speciality, the world guessed how magical Su Mingchuan's sword was, but it was not obvious on the outside, and there was a million big atmosphere inside, in fact, it was all conjecture, and those who had contact with Su Mingchuan knew it。 Su Mingchuan has the demeanor of a master outside the world, and he also has the realm of a master outside the world, only this sword is commonplace, especially when he saw Deputy Pavilion Master Su using a sword to pick up weeds to open up the road, even Fan Xiaokuai felt that he had no grace, embarrassed, and did not want to admit that he knew Deputy Pavilion Master Su.

The tip of the sword is downward, Su Mingchuan makes a simple sword action, the eldest mother's fingers continue to rub the hilt of the sword, and the corners of the clothes are windless and automatic, the more so, the more inexplicable the sense of oppression, and the tension before the wind and rain are coming.

Hong Xiguan was in full swing, his feet were one in front of the other, his fists were turned out, one in front and one behind, the former could attack, and the latter could defend: "Hong respects the unparalleled sword of the deputy pavilion master of Su!"

"Good. A light and shallow word spit out: "The sword starts from Haoran!"

Suddenly, the law came out with his words, and a stream of mighty sword qi filled the heaven and earth, on the earth, in a trance, visible and visible, countless vertical and horizontal cutting sword qi suddenly appeared in front of him, forming a large lake of sword qi, the lake was sparkling, the breeze was rising, and the water was not rising.

And Hong Xiguan is in the middle of the lake, and the lake is only knee-free!

Su Mingchuan raised his sword, and the tip of the sword fell again, as if tapping the surface of the lake: "Little lotus is only showing sharp corners!"

The sword qi lotus leaves float on the surface of the lake, and the small lotus flowers are dotted among them, a long scroll of sword qi with a unique face, and the sword qi of Su Mingchuan Hongda Haoran is enough to outline a lifelike landscape, and this is not over.

Su Mingchuan held the sword in one hand, and turned into a two-handed sword pointing to the sky: "Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points in front of the rain mountain!"

Variables suddenly appeared in the scene of the lotus flower in the lake, and around Hong Xiguan, a full eighteen pillars of sword qi and light broke through the lake, shooting straight into the sky, like eighteen water dragons crisscrossing the world.

The sword qi entered the abyss like a rainbow, rising and falling around Hong Xiguan, as if he was imprisoned in a cage.

Hong Xiguan smiled faintly: "It's finally a little bit of a look!"

With a bow waist and a bulging back, the Northern Wei Fist God is like a giant bow and crossbow ready to be launched, his whole body is tense, although he has not yet moved, but it gives people a feeling that he is about to explode in the next moment.

"It's coming!" Grinning, Hong Xiguan's figure left a series of afterimages in the air, if you look closely, each afterimage presents a different posture, the path of rushing forward and running is more straight than going straight, and when the body comes to the edge of the sword qi cage, a punch blasts out, boom, the fist hits a sword qi pillar, and the sword qi pillar does not move, but those afterimages that present different postures seem to come to life, and continue to rush forward and continue to merge into the body, and the punch that blasts out continues to increase and skyrocket, and there is a sense of determination that Loulan will never return。

Su Mingchuan put his fingers together and pressed down gently, and an incomparable sword qi fell from the sky, pressing heavily on Hong Xiguan's shoulders, and the body of the Northern Wei Dynasty Fist God slammed downward, as if a pair of hands pulled under the sword qi lake, as if they wanted to pull this unparalleled fist master into the bottom of the lake.

Hong Xiguan's head fell involuntarily, if someone looked from the bottom to the top at this time, he could see the white eyes of the Northern Wei Dynasty boxing god constantly rolling, that was disdain and disgust, fight and fight, how can it be so fancy. After three consecutive collisions, a pillar of sword qi light in front of him shattered, but those sword qi did not disappear, but converged into Hong Xiguan's shoulder like a trickle.

Constantly punching and bombarding the sword qi pillar, the burden on Hong Xiguan's shoulders continued to increase, and finally dozens of sword qi pillars were shattered, the Northern Wei Dynasty boxing god was carrying a Kunlun Tianshan Mountain on his shoulders, Hong Xiguan's head was slightly tilted to one side, that was the posture of resisting the mountain!

This sword is tantamount to moving a mountain and smashing it on the shoulders of the Northern Wei Fist God!

"You can take it!" Su Mingchuan's words had no beginning or end, those lake lotus leaves suddenly disappeared, and the coefficient poured into that coercion, Su Mingchuan stood in the air, head down, feet up, the wooden sword kept pointing out, the sword qi hit the shoulder, hit the back, hit Hong Xiguan's eight veins, and there were one hundred and eight joints all over the body, and there was a terrible sound of hitting the bones.

The first, second, third, fourth...... Thousands of swords, one sword is heavier than one sword, and the last wooden sword fell from the sky, like the key chess on the chessboard to finally slaughter the opponent's big dragon, a mountain peak of the thick sword qi smashed down again, mountain after mountain, mountain after mountain, and with Su Mingchuan's divine stroke, it was Hong Xiguan's boxing routine!

With the way of others, he also governs his body, such an otherworldly boxing technique, he Su Mingchuan not only wants to learn, but also uses!

The sword qi fist coefficient exploded into the ground, directly blasting out a big pit, after the time of two incense sticks, a ten-zhang pit appeared in front of the snow chong pass, dark and deep, it seemed to be bottomless, and there were constantly sword qi and fist gangs gushing out of it, just like the cold pool in southern Xinjiang!

Su Mingchuan landed lightly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the big pit, and was silent.

Suddenly, in the sword aura that came out of the big pit, Hong Xiguan walked out slowly, his clothes were ragged, his hair was still a little burnt, and he didn't have the demeanor of a master at all, and what he was holding in his hand was Su Mingchuan's wooden sword, Hong Xiguan removed his tattered sleeves, revealing his bronzed skin, he looked down at the wooden sword, and threw it away: "Give it back to you!"

Su Mingchuan put his fingers together, pointed at the sword, pointed at the sword, led the sword, removed the fist contained in the sword body, held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and then frowned slightly, in his somewhat surprised eyes, the wooden sword made of purple bamboo was shattered into countless powder.

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