Sword comes

On the quiet street, old people meet again.

Hovering above a flying sword, Yu Zhenyi stood with a childlike complexion, and the sword under his feet was as bright as glass, with a lustrous luster.

The head of the Hushan faction, the leader of the righteous way in the world, practiced martial arts to the peak, and resolutely gave up everything to practice the magic of the immortal family, and finally a god-man who made great progress.

Finally, after the first drum sound of Guniu Mountain, he appeared in the capital.

Leaving the Guniu Mountain outside the capital where the heavenly drum was beating and ascended to the ground this time, the No. 1 he saw was his life-and-death brother from the past, Nanyuan Guoguo Guoshi Zhongqiu.

Zhong Qiu seemed to have expected that Yu Zhenyi would come to stop him, and he was not surprised. Instead of stopping, he continued to move forward, and did not stop until he was less than twenty steps away.

Zhong Qiu asked with a smile: "The jade bamboo fan is ready to be used as a token of the head of the Hushan School in the future. Is it too soft?"

It's like a polite greeting between ordinary friends.

Just like returning home on a snowy night, being able to drink a cup of

Yu Zhenyi asked: "It's been three times, why?"

This is asking for guilt.

Zhong Qiu asked back: "You are asking me why I rescued Lu Fang and why I helped that Chen Pingan?"

Yu Zhenyi, who broke through the test with a childish body, her eyes, which were as dark as a deep pool, were slightly rippling, and it was obviously aroused for the first time.

Yu Zhenyi didn't speak, but the flying sword under his feet, which was connected with the master's heart, was full of brilliance, becoming more and more magnificent and charming, like a piece of colored glaze left from the heaven to the world.

Zhong Qiu glanced at the Xianjia Feijian under Yu Zhenyi's feet, looked away, and said calmly, "Didn't you already know the answer?"

Yu Zhenyi sighed slightly, feeling nostalgic in his heart.

It's not that Yu Zhenyi's heart has softened, but that the matter has come to an end, and since Zhong Qiu is still obsessed with his obsession after all these years, he will harden his heart.

What is said in the world that Yu Zhenren and Zhong Guoshi broke up because of a beautiful woman who brought disaster to the country and the people in the early years, that is really underestimating them.

At that time, the two had just gained fame in the Jianghu, and it was precisely because they met an exiled immortal that the two brothers parted ways.

At that time, Yu Zhenyi was determined to kill the exiled immortal, but Zhong Qiu thought that the crime was not worthy of death, and the risk was too great. Qiu suddenly appeared and blocked the fatal sword for Yu Zhenyi. Then, as Ding Ying said to them in Nanyuan Kingdom, after the exiled immortal was killed, two chances fell from him, one could cultivate the Tao and live forever. The secret book of the fairy family, an indestructible glazed sword.

In the torrential rain, Yu Zhenyi held the golden and jade book of unknown material in one hand, and the sword in the other, and screamed to the sky.

Zhong Qiu left sadly.

Yu Zhenyi lightly tossed away the fairy saber, saying that two brothers can live and die together, and also share wealth and honor. From now on, the rules of this world, no matter whether it is the height of the temple or the distance of the rivers and lakes, if you like to read books, you will It's all up to you.I, Yu Zhenyi, yearn for the immortality of the Dao. If I have cultivated the immortal method, I will help you protect it. I want to teach all the exiled immortals in the world to bow their heads and obey orders, and never dare to act recklessly

But Zhong Qiu didn't wait for Yu Zhenyi to finish speaking, just left straight away, letting the priceless magic weapon fall into the mud, and letting Yu Zhenyi's heartfelt words dissipate in the heavy rain.

Knife sharpener Liu Zong left the dilapidated street, passed the corner, saw this scene from a distance, was speechless, hesitated for a moment, but still moved forward slowly, neither flinched nor waited for an opportunity to escape.

Liu Zong believed what the young man said, and believed that the "young boy" holding the sword in front of him, a Daoist Yu who was supposed to fight Ding Laomo for [-] rounds, would be determined to kill Zhong Qiu, who was once a close friend.

The reason why I believed it was because the young Banished Immortal was able to let Zhong Qiu take the initiative to feed his punches, helping to consolidate a certain realm so that he could better deal with the next big battle.

Zhongqiu behaves in the world, and never does what he wants, and there must be rules in every word and deed.

Zhongqiu is a hypocrite with a good face, or a strategist who seeks the country and the world. Liu Zong has been in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom for so many years. Liu Zong knows exactly what kind of teacher Zhong is. He is a true sage and martial arts master. Combining the two and mastering them, he raised the peak of the world's foreign boxing realm to a higher level with his own strength, and Zhong Qiu saw the difference between good and evil very thoroughly. Commenting on the one-sided turmoil in the capital city, it was supposed to be a one-off, pleasing to the hearts of the people, saving worry and effort, but Zhong Qiuan quietly ended it, and handled it so peacefully that Liu Zong, who was on the sidelines, would give his thumbs up. Kudos to what a hero.

So when the young man said that he and Zhongqiu were "people of the same path".

Liu Zong made the decision without hesitation, the sharpened knife in his sleeve, he could get it.

In addition to being congenial, they also strive for a chance of life for themselves.

To be honest, there is no one in the world who is not curious about the weird relationship between Yu Zhenyi and Zhong Qiu.

Knife sharpener Liu Zong is no exception, of course, you know that he is at the silk shop, chatting with those wives, aunts and young ladies about the trivial things in the neighborhood, and I heard that which old man picked ashes, which girl fell in love with who? Widow Liu often has a cat meowing at home at night, some man secretly went to Goulan, spent all his savings, and his daughter-in-law wanted to hang herself.

Liu Zong's hand hidden in his sleeve gripped the sharpening knife tightly.

I haven't asked who the night owl in Widow Liu's house is, and I can't die here today

Besides, those few candidates who are expected to become their own founders and also closed disciples, after so many years of observation, generally have results.

Zhong Qiu looked at the child who stepped on the sword and stopped against the wind, and sighed softly: "Yu Zhenyi, have you ever thought that you are still different from those exiled immortals, but if you have been on this road Go on, sooner or later, you will be them, and another day, another Zhao Zhenyi and Ma Zhenyi will come to kill you, they think it is justified to kill you."

Yu Zhenyi shook his head, "Zong Qiu, you don't know yet, the place of ascension this time is still Guniu Mountain, but the number of people has changed, it is no longer ten people, but only three people, but these three people are qualified From the real history of Ouhua Blessed Land, five, three and one people were selected respectively, and they flew away together, but these nine people may become vassal puppets. I have deduced that Ding Ying, me, Zhou Fei, will be The one with the greatest chance will finally be promoted to three people."

Afterwards, Yu Zhenyi told Zhong Qiu about the final ten people on the list.

Lu Fang and Tong Qingqing were gone.

Zhong Qiu directly asked the most critical question, frowning: "You want to leave"

Yu Zhenyi shook his head and said, "Of course I won't. Before the third drum beats, I won't climb Guniu Mountain and automatically give up the opportunity to ascend, just like the madman Zhu Lian back then, but he did it for the second time in his physical body. Feisheng, and I want to prove to you that I, Yu Zhenyi, was right when I killed that banished immortal back then, and you were wrong to plant autumn. Make up, it's meaningless."

These words are big, but Yu Zhenyi said it very lightly.

Zhongqiu said with a smile, "Differences of ambition and paths do not agree with each other."

Yu Zhenyi said slowly: "You still have one last chance to join hands with me to kill the exiled immortal Zhou Fei, and Ding Ying will not stop you. Then you will be able to live to the end. As for whether you choose to go to Guniu Mountain for the day Ascend, follow you."

Zhong Qiu asked: "Then the rest of the list, Liu Zong, Arm Sage Cheng Yuanshan, Northern Jin Dynasty Longwu General Tang Tieyi, and Monk Yunni of Jingang Temple. Who will kill you, Yu Zhenyi, or Ding Ying? These people are not relegated. Immortal."

It seems that the two have been talking about each other, each talking about their own words.

Yu Zhenyi was furious, "When others say such stupid things, I only take it as a village woman's opinion, and I don't bother to care about you. As the teacher of Nanyuan Kingdom, don't you know that there are changes in the world that are worth dying for?"

Zhong Qiu nodded with a smile, "I naturally know that I have done a lot of things for Nanyuan Kingdom's efforts to govern these years. But I am just asking you Yu Zhenyi now, not about any changes that have not happened in a thousand years, not about this All over the world is not a blessed land of lotus flowers for exiled immortals, I am just asking you, Yu Zhenyi of Julan County, Zhuo County, Songlai Country."

Yu Zhenyi sneered and said, "Stubborn, you, Zhong Qiu, have been like this since childhood. No matter how many books you read and how many punches you practice, you are still a stinky stone in that latrine."

Zhong Qiu smiled, "You, Yu Zhenyi, have changed a lot."

Liu Zong was terrified when he heard this.

He was really afraid that Zhongqiu would nod his head and agree, and instead work together with Yu Zhenyi to strangle the four people on the list, including him. It's not like killing a chicken, except that Yu Zhenyi has already entered the realm of transformation, not to mention that Zhongqiu is Nanyuan Even if Liu Zong joins forces with Cheng Yuanshan, Tang Tieyi, and Monk Yunni, he still has no chance of winning.

Fortunately, Zhongqiu deserves to be the teacher of Zhongguo that Liu Zong admired.

Zhong Qiu looked up at his hometown, a little sad, "I have said so much, you Yu Zhenyi, but you want to kill me with peace of mind. This point has never changed."

Yu Zhenyi stood on the flying sword,

Zhong Qiu didn't turn his head, and said with a loud smile: "Liu Zong has been a neighbor in this capital for so many years, and he has never visited the door. It's not that he looks down on you, a knife sharpener. The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. I, Zhong Qiu, punch first, and you Standing by the sidelines, if there is a disparity in the outcome, you Liu Zong can run as long as you can, and go directly to Monk Yunni, don't feel ashamed."

Knife sharpener Liu Zong was stunned for a moment, and murmured: "Mother, you are indeed a national teacher. This flattery makes me, Old Liu, feel comfortable, comfortable."

Being friends with wonderful people is like a drunkard drinking alcohol, there is no possibility of sobriety.

Liu Zong, who is not afraid of death but never seeks death, takes one step forward, and if he dies, he will die.

Yu Zhenyi leaned forward slightly, floated out gently, her feet lightly landed on the street, waved her sleeves forward casually, and said softly: "Let's go."

Behind him, the flying sword whose sword light was as clear as the glow of colored glaze, drew a huge arc, broke through the wall, then broke through the wall, and reappeared on this street, just bypassing the national teacher Zhong Qiu, and went straight to the street. He rushed to Liu Zong, the knife sharpener behind him.

Yu Zhenyi strolled in the courtyard, walked forward leisurely, raised his hands and shook them, then put them behind his back, and said with a smile: "Zong Qiu, aren't you known as the best in the world? Come on, I won't fight back, you can punch casually .”

Zhong Qiu nodded, and then suddenly asked: "Can you go out of the city to fight?"

Yu Zhenyi smiled and said: "Master Zhong, you don't have to worry about hurting innocent people, you simply don't have that ability."

Zhong Qiu couldn't help but laugh.

This guy, at the end of Xiuxian asked, turned into a big-mouthed little doll, he really wanted to learn the magic power of the so-called immortal.

Yu Zhenyi clasped his hands behind his hands, and signaled that Zhongqiu could punch with all his strength.

Not only that, he also pointed his toes, hovered in the air, and was at the same height as Zhongqiu, so that it would be easier for Zhongqiu to punch

Zhong Qiu was not annoyed by this, and felt that he was being ridiculed, but his expression became more dignified.

Hand out with a punch.

Zhong Qiu's fist stopped three feet in front of Yu Zhenyi's childish face.

That punch could only advance inch by inch, extremely slowly.

Like an old man climbing a mountain, walking with difficulty.

There is only three feet between the two, but there is a world of difference.

Yu Zhenyi shook her head slightly with her hands behind her hands, her eyes were full of pity, "I never thought that planting autumn would be nothing more than this."

Until Ding Ying appeared to make a conclusion about the chaos, Ma Xuan, the pink King Kong, remained silent. Even though Tang Tieyi, Cheng Yuanshan, Zhou Fei and other masters left one after another, Ma Xuan was still lying there.

The rivers and lakes are like this, the water is deep and the water is shallow, people can be drowned, not to mention the old saying, good swimmers drown.

Ma Xuan's life was actually quite valuable, it should have been far more than 500 taels of gold.In the martial arts in Ouhua Blessed Land, the gold can only buy the life of a second-rate master or a county magistrate.

It seems that he has escaped the danger of being trapped in a tight siege, and only confronted the old man with the lotus crown alone, but Chen Pingan's palms ooze sweat, which has nothing to do with courage and state of mind. If it is too strong, it is a person's instinct to avoid danger, but if you can face difficulties, it is the real martial arts.

How difficult Ding Ying is to deal with, you only need to look at the Flying Sword Fifteen between his fingers to understand.

Ding Ying smiled and said: "This is the so-called natal flying sword. It's very fresh. It should be the first time it has appeared on the map of Ouhua Fudi, and it is very rare to enter here with a complete body and soul. No wonder You will cause so many accidents, but it doesn't matter, because I, Ding Ying, are here in Ouhua Blessed Land."

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nbsp;Chen Pingan didn't say a word, exhaled a breath of foul air, and posed the Yunzheng Daze style fist.

Ding Ying looked around, continued to imprison the beautiful green flying sword with two fingers of his right hand, and then stretched out his left hand forward, "After chatting, it's time to do it. I'll try to kill you with one hand."

Ding Ying glanced at Chen Pingan's fist, shook his head and said: "I advise you to change to a fist that is good for offense. I still hope to see some martial arts that make people's eyes shine, otherwise if I take the upper hand , just like the fist fight you used to repel Lu Fang and Zhong Qiu before, you will be powerless to fight back."

Ding Ying waved to Chen Pingan with a smile, "You only landed ten punches at most before, and there must be more. I'm curious. How many punches can you throw at most? I'll accept them all."

Chen Pingan really changed into a god-man-beating-drum fist, and his aura suddenly changed from a high mountain city to a tidal cavalry.

Ding Ying smiled and nodded, still restraining the pocket flying sword with one hand, only using one hand to meet the enemy, "Come on"

In an instant, the street where Chen Pingan was standing collapsed into a huge pothole with a radius of several feet, and the white robe disappeared.

Ding Ying nodded, fast enough.

It's no wonder that Lu Fang, who has half-stepped into the Yujian level, is still in such a mess.

Ding Ying blocked the young Banished Immortal's fist with his palm, and when he was about to clenched it tightly, he loosened his fist, and the second fist had already hit his ribs.

Ding Ying knew it in his heart, if it was as he guessed, this fist move, the progressiveness of the fist, the speed, the strength, the divine will, all of them were the same. Looks like it's just a small mountain, but if there is a fairy who uses magical powers to open up thousands of miles of the earth, he will find that the inconspicuous mountain has a whole "cause and development", and suddenly it is the ancestor of the world.

Before the eight punches, Ding Ying didn't move the slightest footsteps, and every time he just held the punch with the palm of his hand.

It was like a snow-white flood dragon hovering around him, but no one was seen.

For the ninth punch, Ding Ying took a step back, still using his palm to block the punch between the eyebrows.

However, Ding Ying's seemingly simplest attack contains the essence of nine martial arts that he collected from various sects and gangs in Ouhua Blessed Land, not to mention the Jingxinzhai like his own garden, Yu Zhenyi's Hushan faction, Ding Ying used all kinds of methods to obtain the boxing techniques that Chong Qiu taught his direct disciples, Bird's Eye View Peak and Chunchao Palace, Cheng Yuanshan's avalanche style of spear technique, the eight-armed god Xue Yuan and other great masters. For his own use, some have reached the peak of martial arts, so they remain intact, and some still have room for improvement. Ding Ying has nothing to do, so he helps to improve one or two.

The tenth punch.

Ding Ying moved sideways for a few steps, but he laughed leisurely and said, "The only flaw in your boxing technique is that you have taken a way to hurt the enemy by a thousand and hurt yourself by eight hundred. I want to see if you can last until the second A few punches, how powerful is the last punch."

Chen Ping just punched, his heart felt like sinking into the bottom of an ancient well.

In this fight, there were no spectators.

Because I dare not.

Old Demon Ding is famous for his fondness for killing bystanders.

Those of you who are not afraid of death, you like to watch from the wall, right? You like to point and applaud next to you? You like to be shocked like a ghost in daylight? The person slapped them into a paste, just like someone smashing mosquitoes and flies on the wall with a fan.

That's why His Royal Highness Wei Yan's monkey-like master came here not long ago. He was originally hiding in the distance. When he saw that it was Laomo Ding himself who made the move, he immediately evacuated.

However, there is only one Ding Ying after all. Other people on the top of the mountain, such as Zhong Qiu and Yu Zhenyi, although they don't like others to watch the fire from the other side, they mostly don't care.

But watching the life-and-death fight between second-rate masters is a big taboo for people in the martial arts, because no one wants to show their understated skills to outsiders. How can you say that the Jianghu is not big, especially after becoming a first-class master, the Jianghu is even smaller.

The distance between the two sides was always within two arms, but for punch No.11, Ding Ying seemed to have tasted the power of the god-man beating the drum, intentionally or unintentionally opened the distance, and was punched back more than ten feet.

At that time, Lu Fang was seriously injured by ten punches. First, he was in a hurry and had no time to deal with it. Ding Ying was prepared from the beginning. Can't compare to Ding Ying.Lu Fang took Chen Ping's ten punches, just like an infantry army meeting an elite cavalry army in the field, they would collapse at the first touch, and naturally the army was defeated like a mountain.And with the same ten punches, Ding Ying occupied a huge city with high walls and strong troops.

Therefore, it is not the real gap between Lu Fang and Ding Ying, the gap is so vast.

After all, Ding Ying was able to cope so easily, thanks to the lessons learned by Lu Fang and Zhong Qiu.

After the eleven punches, Ding Ying stood a zhang away, before the next punch came close, he shook his sleeves suddenly, shaking off the fists that were lingering in his palm, Ding Ying jokingly said: "Three or four more punches, I'm afraid I'm going to get a little hurt."

No.12 punch has come to the face, Ding Ying punched for the first time, and Chen Pingan's god-man beating the drum.

Chen Ping retreated a few steps, but the mystery of the god-man beating the drum was vividly displayed. Chen Ping delivered the punch at a faster speed with an unreasonable trajectory and speed.

Ding Ying, who didn't have time to punch, had to raise his elbow slightly behind him, and block in front of him.

One of his elbows hit his chest.

Ding Ying flew upside down with a bang, but the real energy in the robe was surging, helping to remove most of the strength of the fist.

Suddenly, Ding Ying felt that the opponent seemed to be a little slower, squinted his eyes, slid out backwards, and while receiving the No. Little thing, you don't know how to live or die, trying to secretly bring a flying sword to find you, and I found out, I don't know if you were shaken to death and suffocated to death in the ground."

Sure enough, even though the young man had already noticed something, he still didn't stop. The No. 15 punch came swiftly.

After a punch.

Ding Ying backed up again, and clamped Fei Jian Fifteen's two fingers, trembling slightly.

Ding Ying was not surprised but delighted, but kept it secret.

This old devil Ding, who has been No.1 for 60 years, seems to be conceited, but in the deepest part of Ding Ying's heart, he wants to get the essence of this punch more than anyone else.

It is very possible that realizing this punch can make him more confident in accomplishing what he wants.

Shake this side of heaven

Ding Ying didn't care about talking at all, it would cause the whole body of true energy to pour out violently, and said with a smile: "I asked Ya'er and Zhou Shi to show you the four heads earlier. That child, if I didn't remember If it’s wrong, it’s called Cao Qinglang, it’s really unfortunate that he met you, an exiled immortal.”

Even Ding Ying couldn't see that Chen Ping'an's face clearly, but the old man could clearly feel that person's "a little bit" of killing intent.

It's not anger, or even the kind of crazy killing intent, but it's deliberately suppressed into a thin thread, and then twisted into a grain.

This is a bit interesting.

This person's state of mind is unique among the exiled immortals that Ding Ying has seen and killed.

Ding Ying has learned a lot all his life, and there is no book he can't read. He once found this passage in a Taoist classic: Walking in the water, not avoiding dragons, this is the courage of the boat.Walking in the mountains and forests without being afraid of wolves, this is the courage of woodcutter hunting.Handing the white blade in front of the body, regard death as life, this is the courage of a hero.It is the courage of a saint to know that manpower is exhausted, and to be calm in the face of adversity.

If you want to be calm, you must first be calm.

What does it mean when the manpower is exhausted? It is the Chen Pingan in front of him. He thinks that the family in the small courtyard is dead, and that little thing may also be dead. You will only seek your own dead end, you can only focus on it with your heart, and after you know it, you must do it.

Knowing is not easy and doing is even more difficult.

But Chen Pingan did not disappoint Ding Ying.

There is no sloppiness in punching, and there is no restraint. On the contrary, even if Ding Ying knows that every punch will only make Ding Ying better understand the style of the god-man beating the drum, he will never hesitate to punch the enemy. If you hurt the enemy one thousand, you will lose eight hundred, or Ding Ying will die. Under his fist, his meridians would be severed, his mind and soul would be broken, his flesh and blood would be shattered, and he would die dignifiedly in the process of delivering the last punch like a god-man beating a drum.

No.16 punches

Ding Ying nodded lightly and laughed heartily, only to see that from the lotus flower with the high silver crown, there was light pouring down like a waterfall, all over the body.

This time Ding Ying only took three steps back, unscathed.

Chen Ping withdrew his fist, and took advantage of the rebound of the punch to swipe back a few feet.

After standing still, he raised his arm and wiped the blood with the back of his hand.

Ding Ying had no intention of switching from attack to defense at all, and asked with a smile, "Why don't you punch? Look at your weather, at least you can hold two punches, at least."

Ding Ying looked at the silent young man, and raised his right hand, "I never thought that if one or two more punches, I would be able to let go of my fingers."

Ding Ying sighed, a little regretful, if he didn't sacrifice the lotus crown, his intuition told him that there would be danger, and it was very likely that both sides would suffer.

But there is no need to seek perfection in everything, these dozen or so punches are enough for him to ponder and study.

It can be seen that this punch is already the most lethal move of the young exiled immortal.

Ding Ying already felt that enough was enough, and it was time to get down to business.

Chen Pingan looked around.

Everything is so inexplicable.

But it was precisely because of this that Chen Pingan felt that the injustice in his heart was about to explode.

Just like when he was young, after seeing Liu Xianyang lying on the hospital bed, after he left, he walked towards the covered bridge silently.

Even after all these years, walking so far, and practicing so many punches, Chen Pingan still remembers that feeling of despair.

The world is big, you are alone, and then you encounter a certain hurdle, you just can’t get over it, you will either die aggrieved or court death, what else can you do?

At this moment, the sword-raising gourd on his waist is still sealed, and he cannot leave on the first day of the junior high school.

The golden wine robe on his body was still lifeless.

And Fifteen, who was both a flying sword and a square-inch object, was always firmly bound between his fingers by Ding Ying.

Fortunately, Chen Ping'an was no longer the porcelain kiln apprentice.

Chen Ping spat out a mouthful of blood, "Did you leave something behind?"

Ding Ying laughed and said, "You mean you want to take the sword you put on the table and fight with me, but it's right under my nose, do you think you can get there?"

Ding Ying asked and answered by himself, shaking his head and said: "As long as I don't want you to leave, you Chen Ping'an will not be able to walk ten feet away. I can already confirm that you are just a so-called pure martial artist by an exiled immortal, and you are not that sword cultivator at all. I can't hold back a small flying sword at all."

Chen Ping grinned, and glanced at the Taoist crown on Ding Ying's head, "The right time, place and people are all right for you, isn't it great?"

Ding Ying narrowed his eyes, murderous intent, "Oh boy, I'm not convinced, but what can you do?"

"Earlier, what word did you say, come on"

Chen Ping stretched out his arm sideways, "Right?"

Ding Ying remained silent and responded with a sneer.

I thought that this very different Banished Immortal must be dying.

Just wait and see.

Chen Pingan said silently in his heart, "The sword comes"

From the side room of that courtyard, the Long Qi sword, which weighed tens of kilograms just because of the sword Qi, came out of its sheath in an instant.

As if following the general footsteps of Chen Ping'an's last trip, as if demonstrating to the world, the long sword broke through the window like a white rainbow, left the yard, came to the alley, passed the alley, entered the street, and rubbed shoulders with Ding Ying And pass.

When Chen Pingan holds this "white rainbow".

The long river of snow-white sword energy is still lingering in the world. There are twists and turns and straight lines, but there is no sign of dissipating.

When Chen Ping reached out to hold the Long Qi Sword.

The body of the sword is like frost and snow, the energy of the sword is like a rainbow, and the robe is even better than snow.

In this world, Chen Wudi is within arm's length.

Beyond one arm, there is still a sword.