Facing Tuoba Bodhisattva, Xu Fengnian held the inconspicuous wooden sword and shook a sword flower slightly. This posture, which I don't know how many swordsmen in the world are used indiscriminately, is not yet outstanding, and only the fledgling swordsman who holds the three-foot Qingfeng for the first time can also pose. However, Tuoba Bodhisattva's face was more dignified than facing the spectacular four swords that were like a rainbow before. Xu Fengnian stepped forward with his left foot, then took a step with his right foot, and then stepped out of the distance of two steps with his left foot, and four steps with his right foot, and so on, Xu Fengnian's steps became bigger and bigger, and the last step was already like a long sweep in the air, which used to be the entry of Liu Haoshi, the gatekeeper of Tai'an City, when he attacked and killed the white-clothed Luoyang, but the wooden sword was still the wooden sword, which did not contain any profound sword intent, let alone reveal any sword energy.

The immovable Tuoba Bodhisattva inevitably showed a somewhat incomprehensible expression, of course he would not think that Xu Fengnian was making a senseless bluff, this person was still 108,000 miles away from the situation of fighting to the end of the oil and the lamp, so when Xu Fengnian dragged the sword with one hand and ran to the front of Tuoba Bodhisattva, this is also Xu Fengnian, who was stingy everywhere after the war tonight, took the initiative to fight close to him for the first time, Tuoba Bodhisattva retreated, swept back dozens of zhang, his eyes were not on Xu Fengnian, but stared at the simple wooden sword that was always held in his hand by Xu Fengnian like a horseman, Tuoba Bodhisattva was waiting for Xu Fengnian to make a move, waiting for him to be real"Raise the sword", there is no impeccable consummation move in the world, Wang Xianzhi is no exception, but Wang Laowei's physique is strong and vigorous, and he was once the first person in the world, Wang Xianzhi can defeat all opponents with a simple punch, that is not how clever the move is, Wang Xianzhi does not disdain any fancy moves, it is to show that the carriage and horse crush others. Tuoba Bodhisattva didn't feel that Xu Fengnian, who was greatly injured, had this capital, otherwise he wouldn't have had so many calculations after meeting in the First World War. Tuoba Bodhisattva is confident that as long as Xu Fengnian's sword is handed out, he can crack it himself, the difference is only that it takes a little effort. Now that there are two rivers and lakes in Liyang and Beimang, the sword that can make Tuoba Bodhisattva have to avoid its edge is only the sword of the peach blossom sword god Deng Tai'a.

Even if Xu Fengnian integrated all kinds of sword moves, turned decay into magic, and reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, he did not completely reach the position where Li Chungang once stood and Deng Tai'a stood today. As for Lu Dongxuan, who is the first person in a thousand years, if Xu Fengnian achieves such supernatural creation, Tuoba Bodhisattva will not be able to bring humiliation on himself in this great city in the Western Regions. Tuoba Bodhisattva walked leisurely, letting Xu Fengnian drag his sword and bully him, he retreated again and again, but Tuoba Bodhisattva's bottom line is very clear, that is, not to withdraw from the city, before his back to the outer city gate, as long as Xu Fengnian does not come out of the sword, he will not make a move, what kind of medicine is sold in Xu Fengnian's gourd, Tuoba Bodhisattva patiently waited for the opponent to reveal himself.

During this period, Tuoba Bodhisattva was still paying attention to the movement of the wooden sword, Tuoba Bodhisattva was not unable to attack blatantly immediately after Xu Fengnian left his words, but the more Xu Fengnian held the sword, the more he looked like a lame swordsman who was not skilled in learning and setting foot in the rivers and lakes, the more curious Tuoba Bodhisattva naturally became, and even after Xu Fengnian took sixteen steps in succession, he still didn't notice that the wooden sword had the slightest grandeur revealed. In this way, Tuoba Bodhisattva couldn't help but think about it secretly, could it be that this sword was really a showmanship from beginning to end? Just to help the Central Plains swordsman named Wen Hua become famous in the Western Regions, and then the world was rumored? Or was it that Xu Fengnian was playing some boring trick with a sword heart in his hand and no sword? can make Tuoba Bodhisattva stay up and not make a move, because he wants to pave the way for the inevitable second battle between himself and Deng Tai'a in the future, the more Xu Fengnian uses the sword, the greater the chance of Tuoba Bodhisattva's victory, in Beimang, the sword path withered and green and yellow, it is an indisputable fact, how can a sword qi with a heart higher than the sky feed Tuoba Bodhisattva's appetite?

From leaving the city, Tuoba Bodhisattva still has two chances to retreat, but Xu Fengnian still has no intention of coming out of the sword, which makes Tuoba Bodhisattva vaguely angry, could it be that you Xu Fengnian just relied on a broken wooden sword that didn't even have a scabbard to scare me out of the city? So Tuoba Bodhisattva no longer blindly showed weakness and retreated step by step, the toe of his right foot took root on the ground of the street, twisted heavily, stepped on the broken stone slab, and stepped forward with his left foot, before the soles of his feet touched the ground, the whole street in front of Tuoba Bodhisattva collapsed, and when his left foot stepped on and his right fist was waved, the buildings and houses on both sides of the main street, like a strong wind blowing wheat fields, thousands of ears of wheat were overwhelmed, and they fell in the same direction.

This majestic wind spread all over the main street, setting off countless gravel and rushing to Xu Fengnian.

Xu Fengnian is like a distant tourist who travels against the wind, since he can't avoid the strong wind, he will pass through the wind.

After one step, even if the intact robe on his body was covered by countless floating red snakes, the slightest crack began to appear, and the green silk on his temples was even more chaotic, and even one side of his cheek was instantly cut into a fine blood groove by the fist that hit him.

Tuoba Bodhisattva's heart sank, this guy actually resisted the fist gang and also shortened that step distance, just to build up momentum for that sword? In the end, both sides were only one step apart to distinguish the winner?

Even more ambitious, all kinds of calculations like a small businessman before, are all tricks, in fact, he has been laying an ambush, wanting this sword to directly divide life and death?

Previously, there were two swords that divided the "world" and "the earth", and later it was the dazzling earth immortal hundred swords, which were divided into the inside and outside.

This immovable sword that has no sign so far, is it possible that it is necessary to separate life and death?

It seemed that as he expected, the wooden sword in Xu Fengnian's hand pointed to the ground

Generally speaking, the truth of the world, after all, can not escape the four words of peace and harmony, if it is more brief, it is probably the mean advocated by Confucianism, Buddhism has no self, Taoism has no action, and it is probably the same thing.

But at this moment, the tip of this sword twisted but there was still no sword qi blooming in a wooden sword, and Tuoba Bodhisattva saw a complex and turbulent aura.

Unwillingness, depression, resentment, and sorrow.

I have a big grievance in my heart!

Xu Feng raised the wooden sword in an understatement, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Tuoba Bodhisattva.

There is no reason to talk about it. Even people with swords, people go with swords, and they just crash straight into it that is so unreasonable!

This wooden sword is a sword, and it has a sense of rivers and lakes.

Resolutely.

It's like a crazy red-eyed gambler who has taken out his life savings and spent a lot of money to decide the winner with God.

Many years ago, there was a rich and noble child full of ambition to walk the rivers and lakes for the first time, but unfortunately it was not a good tour at all, neither met the fairy with fluttering clothes, nor met the chivalrous hero, only in the bottom of the rivers and lakes like a rotten quagmire, three meals a day are a problem, that trip to the rivers and lakes, choking on the water is a mess. Then I met a wooden sword ranger who was sympathetic to the same disease, it can be said that he didn't know each other, he met his peers when he stole melons, at first both sides were scared half to death, and then they walked together, he relied on the knowledge accumulated at home in his early years, he always likes to take some books or other people's mouths to hear about the big truth, to stab the shabby ranger who is full of careful eyes, it seems to be serious but actually narrow-mindedly told sù that always likes to take his clothes and carefully wipe the wooden sword guy, the swordsman who has become a famous master in the world values the sword, but that kind of value, in the final analysis, still cares about the sword intent extended by the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, how can there be a first-class swordsman who attaches importance to the sword more than himselfIf that guy really can't refute it, he will only prevaricate with a sentence of "It's someone else's sword, I can't control it, and it's not mine." If he is really in a hurry, he will be angry and hold the wooden sword, threatening to say that he really thinks that Lao Tzu walks the rivers and lakes without a few hands to press the bottom of the box? What really annoyed him was that several times the Five Organs Temple did not stop, and he was squatting in the field to "heartily", that guy would always jump out of place at an inopportune time, saying that he wanted to practice a set of newly realized peerless swordsmanship for him to see, as long as he didn't say words praising people dryly, that bastard who took advantage of people's danger would never stop practicing swords. That time we walked the rivers and lakes together, in short, in the ring of the competition to recruit relatives, the guy hurriedly ran up and then beat people down, and afterwards he not only had to leave the scene with this buddy behind his back in laughter and white eyes, but also had to be responsible for this guy as a target for sword practice, determined to be the world's first swordsman bastard in order to regain his strength, and continue to go to other places to eat deflated with high spirits. That guy has too many little problems like this, and when he meets "Gu Liang" who fell in love at first sight in the market, he always wants him to pretend to be a companion reading boy, and always lies that the thin and inferior horse is his mount. If he had begged the village woman for a few bowls of water to quench his thirst, the guy with the smoke in his throat would not have the consciousness of reciprocating the grace of a drop of water, on the contrary, he might have crossed the river and demolished the bridge, and when he was trying to sell his hue and be collected by those village women while touching his hands and rubbing oil, he shouted loudly that the man in the house is dead, and if he is not dead, he will hurry out to see the wild man stealing your mother-in-law, and several times they have almost beaten the village to death for the hordes of crop men carrying hoes. Every time he is humiliated or rejected by his favorite woman, this guy will lose his soul and lie on the ground to stand up, that guy is heartbroken or not, he doesn't know, anyway, he is really tired as a spectator, and he will get it once or twice, why do you not know how to remember it for a long time after seventeen or eighteen times? You fucking tied it with a straw rope and hung the wooden sword around your waist and then squatted at the water's edge every time, after you were intoxicated, you still had to ask me and Lao Huang if we were handsome, were we very handsome, you saw us rolling our eyes and nodding helplessly, you really thought that you were handsome and chic? Now that the little lady who is a little later in this world is so sharp-eyed, do you think that riding that inferior horse over there and shaking her hair and shaking the placket of your clothes, people will not see the bleak scene of your broken straw sandals and toes showing out? Later, they met a big family, a little girl who likes to call herself a heroine, and finally followed the generous for a while, and the group finally ate the meal of a serious restaurant, drinking wine and eating meat in a big bowl, you sighed that there is alcohol on your body, and there is oil and meat in your mouth, this is the happy life that a hero should live. Later, the little girl squandered all the money, and the life of the group began to be tight again, I thought that you would be lost for a long time, but I never thought that you were nibbling on the pantothenic acid dried tofu from the village grain field, and also said that you had eaten the long-lost meat aroma. There is no banquet in the world, two partings, first parting with the little girl, it is rare for you to say a few serious words, and also gave her half a bag of copper coins that you secretly saved, and then finished loading the masters, and afterwards I was so distressed that I didn't fall asleep all night, and asked you to come back anyway, but you were angry and picked up the wooden sword is a meal, and finally squatted on the ground and sighed bitterly, saying that those are two different things, treating the little girl as a friend, how many belongings are willing to give, it is one thing. It's another thing to lose all your belongings and feel distressed, one thing and two moods, not contradictory. In the end, the two had to separate, and that night they sat on the stone steps of the broken temple, and the nameless ranger held the wooden sword in his arms, saying that there was no savings at the moment, only the wooden sword, even if it was a brother, the sword could not be sent, because in the future, I would have to rely on it to mix food, mix to get ahead, and mix up one of the best swordsmen in the world. He also swore that after he became famous in the future, what he owed in those two years would be repaid in the future, and he Wenhua had no habit of owing people. He joked that he didn't have to pay it back, and he didn't have any extravagant hopes. The guy who hasn't been to a private school or read a book is still the same set of rhetoric, brother Ming settles accounts, you don't ask for anything in return when you are young, but I Wenhua won't really just laugh and laugh as if nothing happened, it's two different things.

In that extremely down-and-out Jianghu, Lao Huang was not a master at all, Li Dongxi's little girl dreamed of becoming a heroine, and you Wen Hua was a swordsman who couldn't even be called half-.

But many years later, Xu Fengnian found that it was like a jar of old wine, and after drinking it all, the aftertaste was still there.

The rivers and lakes full of poverty and sourness in the market, than when he Xu Feng was young, he longed to reverie the kind of eaves and walls without a trace, the moon is dark and the wind is high and the night is high, the master likes to invite the battle on the top of the tall building, and the immortal flying sword takes the head, which is worth remembering a lot.

Tuoba Bodhisattva's face changed, why did Xu Fengnian end this sword?

Tuoba Bodhisattva snorted coldly and withdrew from the outside of the city.

He originally wanted to quickly enter the city after Xu Fengnian's unreasonable sword momentum declined from the peak, and returned the color on the spot with the momentum of thunder.

At that moment, it will be the real line of life and death.

But Tuoba Bodhisattva was stunned on the spot, not because Xu Fengnian had a back hand, the momentum of that sword was still rising, on the contrary, that sword really only had qi rhyme in the end, and there was no half of sword qi.

Xu Fengnian stood still with his sword in his hands, laughing nonstop.

Wen Hua, have you seen it, your rivers and lakes, your wooden sword, just so easily knocked a master like Tuoba Bodhisattva out of the city.

Xu Fengnian inserted the wooden sword into the ground, raised his arms, and the ancient sword "Loud Voice" and the famous sword "Qi Yun" flew from the hands of the Inner City Head and the Outer City Six Beads Bodhisattva respectively, and held it gently.

Xu Fengnian stepped forward, turned his head to look at the wooden sword before leaving the city, and laughed softly: "The next thing is my own." ”

The desert yellow sand, turning to fight thousands of miles.