Sword comes

As the New Year approached, the weather was freezing cold, and the narrow dirt road in Niping Lane became very hard.

Chen Pingan took a deep breath, looked at the tall figure, and called softly, "Brother Li."

Li Xisheng didn't turn around, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I can handle it. Even if I am not his opponent, the town has its rules, and he will not let him mess around."

The young swordsman who called himself Cao Jun smiled and said: "Are you talking about the Dali court, or the military strategist Ruan Qiong? If it is the former, I advise you to give up your heart. If the Dali Song family really has backbone, they will not be shy. Turtle. If it's Ruan Qiong, haha, let me be a little tricky first, you can wait and see."

Cao Jun looked at the green-clothed scholar who looked like a crown of jade. Compared with his own appearance, the other party was really young. This made Cao Jun a little unhappy. He put his thumb against the hilt of the dagger at his waist, " Really want to fight? It's a bit of a loss, if you admit it, you will admit it, maybe you will find out later that it was a blessing in disguise."

Li Xisheng smiled and said: "Since what you said is all in the scabbard, I can listen to it."

"I heard that Li Zhu's cave was forbidden before, but now the cave is broken and falling. In just one year, you have already entered the middle five realms, which is very good."

Cao Jun's eyes showed appreciation, but he quickly shook his head and said, "It's a pity."

Li Xisheng stretched out a palm, "Please."

Cao Jun couldn't help but said: "A frog at the bottom of a well doesn't know the height of the sky. Since we don't count it as a battle of life and death, then I will suppress the realm, so as to save you the first battle in your life, and you will be too unwilling to lose."

Li Xisheng smiled and said nothing.

"When you come out of the well in the future, you will find someone like me who can be worthy..." Cao Jun pointed his toes, bent forward, and laughed loudly. Once he chose to make a move, this smiling young swordsman, The momentum changed suddenly, and the narrow and cramped alley echoed the follow-up words, "Honest!"

A brilliant white light exploded at the opening, and the sword energy scattered wildly filled the entire alley in an instant. In addition, Cao Jun's figure was so fast that his blurred figure blended into it, making it difficult to detect, making people mistakenly think it was like a rainstorm. The flood from the mountain stream, using the alleys as the river bed, frantically rushed towards Li Xisheng and his party who were downstream.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness, and in the menacing sword stream of water, a more condensed snow-white brilliance could be vaguely seen, like a white fish swimming quietly in the stream.

The water stagnates.

Li Xisheng didn't seem to be in a hurry, turned sideways, raised his hand and waved his sleeves, and stretched out to the bright dagger that looked like a white fish.

Then he gently and precisely grasped Cao Jun's sword-holding wrist.

Cao Jun smiled slightly, let go of his fingers, and the dagger, which was two or three feet away from Li Xisheng's chest, swished and pierced Li Xisheng's heart.

Li Xisheng looked calm, and put his left hand and fingers together in front of him.

It was just at the critical moment that the white fish was caught.

The white fish turned and rolled.

The blade twisted accordingly.

Li Xisheng had no choice but to back away, Cao Jun bullied himself and approached, the hand holding the sword had already punched Li Xisheng's neck.

At the same time that Li Xisheng put his elbow against Cao Jun's fist, the white fish had already shot towards him. Li Xisheng shook the wrist of his other hand, and his sleeve shook.

That white fish threw himself into the net.

Cao Jun sneered, and kicked Li Xisheng in the abdomen, causing the green-clothed scholar to take four or five steps back.

He didn't take advantage of the situation to pursue, instead he stood on the spot generously, holding back with one hand and unrestrained with the other.

Li Xisheng stopped his retreat and turned slightly pale. Although Cao Jun is a swordsman, his foot is strong and heavy, not inferior to a pure martial artist at the top of the five realms. This is the horror of swordsmen and military monks. Refining Qi Hardening the body is not wrong, so Li Xisheng didn't feel good after being hit like this, and the flow of energy in his body must be affected to a certain extent.

Inside Li Xisheng's big sleeve that was holding Cao Jun's flying sword, there was a continuous thumping sound, and then there was a slight sound of silk tearing, and then strands of snow-white sword light seeped out from the gap.

In Li Xisheng's hand, whose five fingers were either bent like a bow or straight like a sword or halberd, he quickly pinched out a Taoist formula, and silently said a word in his heart: "Town!"

The cuffs, which were already bulging, tense and chaotic, suddenly became quiet.

The sound of the flying sword slamming against the sleeve changed into a slightly trembling buzzing and neighing.

Cao Jun was not surprised by this, and said with a smile, "Seven."

Li Xisheng's entire cuff, from the elbow down, was instantly shattered, and the sword light shook near his wrist.

It looks like the beautiful scenery full of moonlight, but it contains great danger and murderous intent.

The five fingers of Li Xisheng's handshake changed accordingly, becoming a veritable handshake. In the invisible palm of everyone, the palm lines swayed slightly like water, changing the trajectory.

Li Xisheng's arm instantly glowed with a foggy purple brilliance.

The sword edge crazily lingers on the white swimming fish in Li Xisheng's arm. The sword energy it brings and the purple aura exuded by Li Xisheng strike each other with a crisp sound of gold and stone, dense clusters, shocking the eardrums.

As a result, the high wall on one side of Niping Lane and the low wall of the courtyard gate of the old house on the other side are constantly dusty and muddy.

Cao Jun opened his phoenix eyes, which were originally narrow like slits, and teased, "It's interesting. There are thousands of Taoist formulas. I have seen no less than two hundred kinds of them. I have never seen you so simple and simple. It's easy to use. Your surname is Li, your six-level cultivation base is too solid. Only six-level sword cultivators have bullied seventh-level qi trainers. How can there be six-level qi trainers like you who are hard-pressed by seven-level sword cultivators? If the truth spreads out, won’t I, Cao Jun, be laughed at by all the sword cultivators in the world.”

After experiencing the initial unfamiliarity, Li Xisheng now seemed to have enough energy, and he could even smile and say, "Maybe your reasoning is not...high enough?"

Cao Jun nodded, deeply convinced, so he said a word with a smile on his face, "Eight!"

The flying sword, like a flexible white fish, swiped back towards its owner Cao Jun, and then hovered still. The flying sword was instantly dimmed, and the short sword was just a short sword, without the slightest flow of sword air, and it no longer had the brilliant momentum it had before.

The gloomy and cold sword intent that gave people a strange feeling before has changed into a bright and aboveboard one.

Feijian disappeared out of thin air in an instant.

On a courtyard wall in the alley between the two, there were extremely fine traces, just a little bit of powder falling down.

Li Xisheng stretched out two fingers of his right hand, trying to hold the dagger that circled around an arc again.

Li Xisheng suddenly turned his head.

The next moment, Feijian drilled a hole in the high wall to the left of Li Xisheng.

Feijian disappeared again.

But on Li Xisheng's left cheek, a bead of blood began to appear, and then gradually expanded into a bloodstain more than an inch long.

As expected, it was just like the rumors, fighting with the sword cultivator, life and death were only a thin line.

Li Xisheng said silently in his heart, "So this is eight, it is really powerful."

The reason why the combat power of a sword cultivator can be recognized as the best among Qi practitioners of all schools is because of a well-raised flying sword. The sharpness lies in the "point", and at most it is a line.

No matter how majestic or majestic a mountain is, if you want to drive a nail into the cliff or dig a ravine, it is not difficult.

It is also an outlier among qi practitioners, even military monks who cultivate both body and mind, are not as crisp and neat as swordsmen who fight with others.

Let you have thousands of magic weapons, let your supernatural powers be great, my sword cultivator pursues to kill with one blow, and break ten thousand spells with one sword.

Cao Jun always maintained the arrogant posture of holding the back with one hand, and patted the hilt of the long sword lightly with the other, "A genius of cultivation like you must be the existence that the family places high hopes on, and you don't have a few treasures for self-defense? I don't believe it. Let me tell you in advance, No matter what your purpose is, if you continue to hide it and don't want to make it public, you will really die, because I'm afraid that if you accidentally hit too much fun, if you can't stop it, you will definitely die by then."

Faced with the enemy's cynicism, Li Xisheng was not angry, and his voice was still gentle and gentle, "Chen Pingan, I may need to trouble you to step back a bit. It would be best if you can retreat four or five feet away."

Cao Jun raised his hand and slapped his forehead vigorously, and said with aggrieved face, "I am very angry that the enemy is still idle and talking nonsense."

Murderous intent was hidden between the young sword cultivator's talking and laughing.

At the same time that Cao Jun slapped his forehead and made a sound, Feijian was already under the cover of that sound, and he was really silent, killing Li Xisheng's back.

Ding!

An ethereal and pleasant sound resounded through Mud Bottle Alley.

Cao Jun was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said, "That's all right? Then I'll be really rude."

A green bamboo leaf emerged from Li Xisheng's back, resisting Feijian's assassination.

ding ding ding ding...

In the alley, a series of similar movements sounded around Li Xisheng.

In addition to the bamboo leaves, there are also peach leaves, willow leaves, locust leaves...

All kinds of leaves are green.

Cao Jun narrowed his eyes and stared at the battlefield.

Li Xisheng stood still, surrounded by ups and downs and undulating leaves, and the short sword named White Fish shuttled through it, breaking through the formation continuously, but returned without success every time.

Although green leaves kept falling to the ground and turned yellow in an instant, Cao Jun was really helpless, because it was roughly estimated that there should be at least a hundred leaves of the scholar.

So Cao Jun is not in a good mood.

Your guy's house sells leaves?Even if it is sold, will anyone buy it?

Cao Jun didn't want to back down because he didn't believe that a small six-level Qi practitioner could last till the end.It is not easy to control so many leaves at the same time, and the mental energy required for Qi practitioners is extremely considerable.So Cao Jun told himself in secret that although the victory was not a martial one, it could be regarded as a battle of clumsy strength to sharpen the sword's edge. He wanted to see how long the scholar could last.

The short but fierce flying sword began to rampage unscrupulously.

In the alley, there are fallen leaves, which turn from green to yellow after falling to the ground.

Li Xisheng suddenly reminded: "If we just continue to fight like this, we can fight until next year. Otherwise, you have talked about the truth of this sword, and then talk about the other one? If possible, sacrifice your own flying sword together." No matter what, let’s decide the outcome first. Because my friend has to hurry.”

Cao Jun's eyes widened suddenly, and he finally stopped smiling, "You're going to die if you don't brag?"

Li Xisheng sighed and stopped talking.

He just shook the remaining sleeve, and a lot of unimaginable things fell out of the sleeve.

There are not many spring leaves left, but in addition to that, there are Xia Lei the size of a fingernail, there are strands of autumn wind that are not as long as a finger, and there are pieces of winter snow the size of a goose feather.

The opponent has a sword that can break all spells.

How to do?

Can I accumulate ten thousand and one methods?

So this young scholar named Li Xisheng, even though he has just entered the fifth level of middle school, already has spring leaves, summer thunder, autumn wind and winter snow, not to mention he has other things, and there are many.

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