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The Ming Kingdom is prosperous, prosperous and wealthy, since the chess road is one of the seven Ya, even if it is an ordinary poor scholar, it can also be a piece or two, but the chess referred to in the Qiya here is black and white, and the nineteen ways of Go.

In contrast, Xiangqi, which is also a chess path, is much more cheesy, although many literati and ink writers have also studied chess, but after all, Go as the meaning of seven elegance, black and white, words on paper, is more preferred by literati and ink writers, so Xiangqi is also a bit cheesy, and it is difficult to get into the list of elegance.

And the saying of the pawn crossing the river comes from this chess that is covered by the light of Go, because in chess, although the soldier crosses the river slowly, he only advances and does not retreat, so there are many literati who borrow words to ridicule those stunned young people who do not know how to advance or retreat.

But these three words, if they are placed in the rivers and lakes of martial arts, are enough to make nine out of ten martial artists in the world retreat, because the blade used by Zhao Xuansheng, the sword saint who has carried the sword for thirty years, is called "crossing the river"!

When the deep shout resounded through the courtyard, a majestic qi machine suddenly condensed at this moment, and the sword in Zhao Xuansheng's hand rose sharply.

Zhao Xuansheng's eyes looked restrained, his gaze suddenly became fierce, and then an invisible pressure rippled like ripples, like a gust of wind swept by, shaking the branches in the court

Zhao Xuansheng, who was mortal in flesh and bones, held the river crossing pawn in his hand, but the knife momentum faintly had a bit of momentum to beat that of the Xuanyang monk, this scene was seen by Wei Ling, he frowned, and couldn't help but gasp, how could he, who was also groping for the knife, not see the power of this knife?

"What a strong knife momentum!"

Wei Ling frowned, gritted his teeth and muttered.

If it is said that the two swords he gained from his travels to Xixuan back then, Cun Lei can be regarded as the upper level of the earth-level spirit trick in the spirit technique, and the dragon can have the power of almost the heaven-level spirit technique, even if he looks at the Xuanyang realm, his two knives are enough to make many Xuanyang high-level monks not to be underestimated.

But compared with the sword momentum leaked out by Zhao Xuansheng, who has been in the knife path for 30 years, it is like a child playing with urine and mud, which is simply different!

Tang Moxue, who drew his sword from the side, planning to bypass the two of them and take Lu Li's life directly, saw the momentum that suddenly erupted from Zhao Xuansheng's body, and her delicate brows couldn't help frowning.

Seeing this, Wei Ling, who had a solemn face, frowned and shouted: "Don't worry about me, if you want to take Lu Li's life, you only have ten breaths, otherwise we will all have to stay here!"

After that, the strength of his grip on the knife with both hands was even stronger, Wei Ling's mind turned, and the aura in the spiritual sea in his body was like a tide, surging out along the meridians, and finally injected into the double knives in his hands, and the two half-step heaven-level spiritual treasure long knives bloomed with a burst of brilliant light at this moment.

Wei Ling raised his eyes to look at Zhao Xuansheng and grinned: "The seniors' famous martial arts crossers in the rivers and lakes, let the juniors come to learn something!"

Zhao Xuansheng shook his head noncommittally, and then sighed, and called out the name of the long blade in his hand, and the words were settled, and the blade in Zhao Xuansheng's hand was also brilliant and extraordinary.

Wei Ling's face did not change, and his body swept up suddenly, but Zhao Xuansheng only took a step with the knife, and then, he saw his arm suddenly exert force, swinging the knife out, and the knife appeared at a glance, and the knife was intertwined vertically and horizontally, and finally turned into wisps, and suddenly condensed on the blade of the river crosser.

Sou!

Between the lightning and flint, the two of them slashed into each other several times, Wei Ling made a knife with one hand, and used the knife technique of the dragon with the other hand, both of which were exerted to the extreme, cutting out two arcs of light, and collided with Zhao Xuansheng's sweeping river crosser.

In an instant, two strong impulses erupted towards both sides, and under such a confrontation, Zhao Xuansheng couldn't help but take a step back, obviously it was not easy to fight with the Xuanyang monk with the flesh and bones of a martial artist.

Zhao Xuansheng snorted coldly, any figure was forced back by that momentum, and the one-handed knife was changed to a two-handed knife, and suddenly exerted force, only to see that the light on the knife was shining, and a slight crack appeared on the two spiritual treasures in Wei Ling's hands.

Seeing this, Wei Ling's pupils contracted suddenly, and he sighed in his heart that it was not good, and hurriedly staggered his body by half a step, and then Zhao Xuansheng in front of him, his body suddenly moved, and he disappeared without a trace.

Wei Ling gritted his teeth in pain, but in this short moment, Zhao Xuansheng's body turned back, raised his hand and slashed out, only to hear the sound of cutting wind, and the knife was with a sharp breath, directly cutting Wei Ling's head.

This knife came extremely fast, Wei Ling was secretly startled, and immediately held the knife in one hand, and suddenly resisted upward, but how could he withstand the sword of this extremely skilled sword saint, the half-step heavenly spirit treasure in his hand was actually under this knife, cracking inch by inch and turning into a piece of scrap iron.

Wei Ling gritted his teeth, he didn't expect this sword saint to have such a strong strength, he had only fought with him a few times, and he had been suppressed everywhere, and Zhao Xuansheng had a knife, which seemed simple and clear, but it was elusive, inch by inch, and the knife was deadly, so even if Wei Ling could see Zhao Xuansheng's knife clearly, he didn't dare to resist it easily.

"The younger generation is the younger generation, and the sword path is still shallow. ”

Another three rounds, a deep shout resounded throughout the courtyard, Zhao Xuansheng raised his eyes violently, when his eyes were sharp, a knife swept out, Wei Ling was half a step sideways, but unexpectedly, Zhao Xuansheng directly threw out a leg, with great force, and kicked Wei Ling straight away for more than a hundred steps.

Rumble!

A dull sound sounded, and Wei Ling's figure flew out upside down, smashing a stone wall in the courtyard and crashing to the ground, stirring up a puff of dust. Wei Ling spat out a mouthful of blood, he was extremely embarrassed, and at this moment, his body was already ragged and scarred.

Being able to force a Xuanyang monk to such a field shows how powerful this martial artist with a knife is.

In just more than ten rounds, but it only took a short time of three breaths, Tang Moxue didn't care about Wei Ling falling to the ground, immediately stepped on the lotus step, held the sword and flew towards Lu Li, a sword was raised, and a cold glow appeared!

However, just as the sword was about to cut off Lu Li's head, a long knife burst out with the momentum of cutting through the wind and breaking through the clouds.

Tang Moxue saw the knife flying, and immediately bit her lip, her beautiful eyes revealed a look of unwillingness, and her body suddenly stopped, and a sword swung out, blocking the long knife projected by Zhao Xuansheng.

Sonor!

Hearing the crisp sound of metal colliding, the long sword in Tang Moxue's hand was bounced several meters away in response, and at the tiger's mouth in her palm, a trace of blood flowed out.

Wei Ling got up in embarrassment, his face was unwilling, and he shouted at Tang Moxue: "Hurry up, otherwise we will both have to be planted here!"

Hearing this, Tang Moxue nodded quickly, since even Wei Ling of the Xuanyang realm was difficult to match Zhao Xuansheng, then how could Tang Moxue, who only had innate cultivation, be able to fight with Zhao Xuansheng?

Injured by the residual strength of this knife, Tang Moxue's hand was obviously unable to use the sword anymore, she secretly gritted her teeth, her steps were hurrying, and her figure quickly retreated.

Zhao Xuansheng narrowed his old eyes and snorted coldly: "You are the Marquis Mansion of the Ming Dynasty, you come when you say you come, and you can leave if you want?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Xuansheng's soles of his feet slammed on the ground, and the entire Wuhou Mansion was trembling by this step, and then I saw Zhao Xuansheng's sleeve robe wave violently, and a majestic qi machine was gathered, surging out quickly like a tide, and a figure rose to the sky, with that monstrous weather machine, suddenly rolled up three feet high.

The whole luxurious courtyard is devastating!

The two figures that flew out seemed to be pulled by a suction force, and the aura in their bodies immediately became agitated and disordered, and the two of them frowned one after another, with solemn expressions.

Zhao Xuansheng waved his hand, which caused a strong wind to blow, and the two of them fell down immediately, and their bodies slammed into the ground, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Tang Moxue's mouth, and a pair of beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and his heart was full of unwillingness.

There is nothing wrong with a dead soldier who should die, but if he is just sent to death like this, he will inevitably die too aggrieved!

Zhao Xuansheng stretched out his hand and shook it out of thin air, and the river crossing pawn who knocked Tang Moxue's long sword away flew towards Zhao Xuansheng and was firmly held in his hand.

Zhao Xuansheng walked towards the two of them, looked at Tang Moxue, and sneered with a gloomy face: "According to your words, come and don't be rude, since you broke into the Wuhou Mansion, then leave the heads of the two of you, and I will definitely hand it over to the King of Huainan in the future!"

After that, Zhao Xuansheng suddenly held the river crosser, and between the knife in his hand, he wanted to cut off the heads of Wei Ling and the others, but at the moment when the blade of the river-crossing pawn was about to be cut off, Zhao Xuansheng's hand holding the knife stopped abruptly.

"Sword Saint Zhao Xuansheng, since he is a senior, he can't get along with the younger life like this, won't he lose his worth?"

A deep cheer came out leisurely, Zhao Xuansheng's expression immediately became solemn, his body trembled violently, and a fear from the heart spread to the bottom of his heart.

Then, Zhao Xuansheng's pupils contracted violently, and in his eyes, an old man who seemed to be similar to him walked from the devastated courtyard gate and picked up a gravel at random.

Chen Danping didn't think so, looked around, and couldn't help sighing: "The most luxurious courtyard of Wuhou Mansion has become like this, it's a pity, it's a pity!"

Zhao Xuansheng subconsciously took a few steps back, his face was unpredictable, and his old face showed solemnity, "I don't know what Your Excellency is doing when you come to my Wuhou Mansion?"

Chen Danping's face was indifferent, he smiled toothily, and said, "Naturally, I came to take your life!"

After that, I saw Chen Danping check the fine stone in his hand, and with a flick of his fingers, the stone was swept away in the air, and before Zhao Xuansheng could react, there were already drops of blood falling on his hand.

When Zhao Xuansheng's face was shocked, the stone had already penetrated his eyebrows, blood gushed out from his eyebrows, Zhao Xuansheng fell to the ground, and in this instant, this romantic figure who had been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for thirty years died in Huangquan!

The immortal snapped his finger to kill the saint.