Sword comes

For the first time, the old man looked at the skinny little girl squarely.

A tall Taoist, a little girl like a thin bamboo pole.

A world of difference.

Under the gaze of the Taoist, the little girl who had hit her head against the wall of the well for relief, seemed to be drinking a bowl of herbal tea in the middle of summer, and it was in the courtyard of a wealthy family. The big white porcelain bowl of plum soup suddenly disappeared from the pain, and she took a big mouthful. Panting, leaning her back against the outer edge of the well, she timidly looked at the old fairy, drawn by instinct, her eyes flicked quickly, looking for where the old man hid the "bead".

This is called neither eating nor beating.

Fortunately, this Taoist's attitude towards the human world, especially good and evil, is very different from ordinary people.He didn't care about the little girl's life-and-death search, but the old Taoist already knew the little girl's identity, so he was even more annoyed by the old scholar who kept saying that "scholars only borrow things".

In the early years, the two made a bet, and the old scholar, who was full of sourness, won a token from him by playing a rogue and being a shrew. He asked him to protect his life if he met someone holding a token in the future.The old Taoist was willing to bet and agreed, but he had a lot of resentment towards the old scholar. Later, he met again and discussed Taoism. Otherwise, a small lotus lotus blessed land, even if the aura is thin and the avenue is hard to manifest, it still cannot sustain the two people's arrogance. In the final analysis, it is the old scholar who wants to take advantage of the old immortal .But I don't know when, apart from these things, the old scholar, a stinky and shameless bastard, secretly placed such a chess piece in Ouhua Fudi, which is really dark under the lights.

The old Taoist stared at the little girl under his eyelids, his eyes were clear and indifferent, like the sun hanging high, he never cared about the warmth and coldness of the world, let alone the praise and criticism of the world.

In the blink of an eye, the old Taoist has seen the little girl's life experience.

Sure enough.

The old Taoist looked at a certain mansion again, and snorted coldly, his resentment was slightly reduced, and after a little thought, he knew the general intention of the old scholar, deduced it with a little mental calculation, and found it feasible, the old Taoist hesitated for the first time, turned his head and looked To the south of the city, he let out a hush, the old Taoist was a little surprised.

The old Taoist flicked his finger lightly and hit the little girl between her eyebrows, making her stiff and motionless.

With a wave of his sleeves again, there were ripples around the mouth of the well, and the old Taoist stepped out and disappeared. In the abbot's land, the long river of time began to flow backwards, including the little girl, and all other subtleties invisible to the naked eye, the rules of the universe , all began to reverse, the little girl "picked up" those books, and finally the picture was frozen on the action of her wanting to spit into the well.

She was a little dazed, she felt a little more fear for no reason, she shook her head, but in the end she didn't dare to act wild, and ran away quickly holding the stack of books she had stolen.

Guniu Mountain is more than twenty miles south of the capital.

On the top of the ruined city, there are a few masters who came from the city to appreciate the "battlefield ruins". Yu Zhenyi and Zhong Qiu temporarily stopped their life-and-death struggle. The circulation of the breath, and the pure sword intent remaining in the world, Zhong Qiu didn't have so much thought, put his hands on a dilapidated arrow stomp, and raised his eyes to look into the distance.

The Liuli flying sword came to Yu Zhenyi's side, the closer it was to the top of the wall, the slower the speed of the flying sword piercing through the air, after reaching the top of the wall, it trembled slightly, as if a little afraid.

Knife sharpener Liu Zong followed Liulijian to the carriageway, jumped onto a crumbling wall, and sat cross-legged. The boning knife in his hand was badly damaged. , In the end, he was beaten so embarrassingly by a sword, the world will repay him.

Tang Tieyi, the great general of the Northern Jin Dynasty, wearing the "Refinement Master" on his waist, slowly climbed to the top of the city, picked an open space, stood still, holding the handle of the knife, with great momentum.

In contrast, Cheng Yuanshan, the arm sage who has always been hiding under the bridge to enjoy the cool air, is really humiliating his status as a master.

Zhou Fei and Lu Fang also came to Nanchengtou together, followed by Zhou Shi, the hairpin man, and Ya'er, who was wearing wooden clogs.

Jingxinzhai Fan Guan'er also climbed up to the top of the city cautiously, not daring to turn into the horse-riding path from the city roads on both sides in an open manner, and stepped on the inner wall to climb to the top with light work, choosing a location, and between the Nanyuan Guoshi and the Northern Jin Dynasty. Among the great generals of Longwu.

The battle between the two at the head of the city has evolved into a battle outside the city.

From the top of the city where everyone stood to the top of Guniu Mountain, the dust was flying up, like a carp turning its back and opening up the ground.

The merchants traveling on the official road on the outer post road in Nancheng have long since dispersed.

Not only did Ding Ying go up against the current, step by step, he punched out, forcibly breaking up the long river of sword energy of Chen Pingan, and he also tried his best to get close to him with his injuries, forcing Chen Pingan to use his sword to attack him. Facing the enemy, Ding Ying turned decay into magic, no longer sticking to the tributaries of martial arts schools in the world, all of them are used by me, Ding Ying, all the moves are specious and different from the postures of Yu Zhenyi and those great masters at the bottom of the box.

With a straight palm and a sword at Chen Pingan, the wind will start from Chen Pingan's back and explode with a bang.

With the flick of a finger, wisps of sword energy swirl like a vortex, with unpredictable trajectories.

At that time, after knocking Chen Pingan to the ground, Ding Ying was dressed in rags and her hair was disheveled. She didn't stay any longer, and almost at the same time swept down the wall, keeping the distance between the two of them within two arms, and never giving Chen Pingan any comfort. Pushing the sword skills and sword intent to the peak, Ding Ying can assert that every sword strike of the white-robed immortal in front of him is comparable to the all-powerful sword from the right side of the female sword fairy Sui in history.

Of course not including the Three Swords of Feisheng on Sui's right.

At that time, the female Sword Immortal, who came and went from time to time, was very likely to occupy nearly half of the martial arts in the world, and could not be simply regarded as the right side of Sui.

Therefore, Ding Ying knew very well that this way of heaven does not exclude warriors from ascending arrogantly with pure physical bodies, and even allowed Sui You to absorb martial arts. Her bones have turned into ashes, her mind has turned to ashes, but she is still lacking in strength, so no one else is to blame.

Ding Ying punched Chen Pingan's sword in the middle, and the sword body bent into a big arc, and the tip of the long-breathing sword almost pierced his shoulder. Chen Pingan had to stretch out his fingers together, stick them to the tip of the sword, and pull it back. The arc made by Ding Ying's punch, the figure retreated in a timely manner, just touched the water, and slid out ten feet on the official road in an instant.

Seeing that Ding Ying accidentally did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, Chen Pingan was not at all lucky, and immediately used the calming head pose of the sword technique to radiate sword energy and protect the surroundings.

The fist is like a rainbow, and seven or eight long rainbows that have condensed into substance surged and hit the sword energy.

Chen Ping shifted in small steps again and again, and the thunder broke out again and again, and the sword energy and fist gang were destroyed almost at the same time, emitting a brilliant brilliance.It was like the two fine cavalry on the border between the two countries died together.

Ding Ying kept throwing punches in the distance, not to mention boxing moves at all, it was just the simplest punching, and he could do whatever he wanted.

At the same time as punching, with one light step, the distance was shortened by two feet.

When Chen Ping finally counteracted all the punches, Ding Ying was already fighting close to his body, and Chen Ping was unable to take a breath.

Chen Ping has been fighting and retreating, and Ding Ying has been domineering.

At the pinnacle of their respective auras, Chen Pingan lies in the first sword at the head of the city.

Facing that sword, it was Ding Ying, who was so arrogant that he only saw God in his eyes, so he could only retreat in dejection, and even his heart began to change.

The peak of Ding Ying's aura is precisely when he is in the downwind, he is going upstream in the torrent of sword aura.

After that, Chen Ping'an began to go downhill, but the strange thing is that Ding Ying couldn't maintain that momentum and mentality.

Even if the scattered sword energy looked menacing, Ding Ying was confident that he could resist it, and at most it would give Chen Pingan a chance to breathe after a sword strike, making Ding Ying lose the opportunity.

However, Ding Ying could only avoid the edge of the sword energy condensed into a wave.

Three miles outside the city, there is a small hill near the official road.

Ding Ying flicked away the tip of the sword with one hand and two fingers, and suddenly exerted force with his palm, pushing it against Chen Ping's chest.

Chen Ping crashed into the hill like a kite with a broken string.

Ding Ying actually directly pierced Chen Pingan through this small hill, like an arrow piercing the enemy's chest.

It was dusty.

Ding Ying's palm is so powerful, as long as Chen Ping's sword is released, it can be seen that after the Long Qi sword was thrown to the top of the air, it began to fall. Without accident, it will land on the hill near Ding Ying's side nearby.

Ding Ying squinted his eyes and couldn't see Chen Pingan's tragic situation clearly. While not delaying his advance, Ding Ying was actually a little hesitant about how to deal with the sword in front of him. On the other side of the city, keep as far away as possible from the battlefield between the two, so that the young exiled immortal has no sword to hold, so he still uses this as a bait to ambush Chen Pingan with a killer move between the front lines

But the opponent directly let Ding Ying dispel all thoughts.

Ding Ying suddenly became vigilant, terrified, immediately stopped, stepped on the ground with both feet, and pulled out a magnificent fist. The fist was like a torrential rain, and hurriedly smashed between the sword and the top of the hill. But even though Ding Ying responded so quickly, there was still a smear of whiteness that he let his fist hit on his body. From the top of the hill, he jumped high and grabbed it with his hand. A few feet, just to be held in the palm of the hand.

In order to rush through Ding Ying's torrential rain as quickly as possible, it was clearly at the end of his strength, but with a sword in his hand, Chen Pingan still wanted to hand out the sword.

As for the power of the sword, will it be greatly reduced, maybe it can only tickle Ding Ying who is in full swing, or bring a little minor injury that is not necessary.

Chen Pingan didn't think about it at all.

In this unimaginable world, on that street, everyone was screaming and screaming for no reason. It seemed that no one cared about who Chen Pingan really was, whether it was good or bad, and why he appeared in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom.

This terrible feeling, when Chen Ping saw Liu Xianyang on the hospital bed, he walked to the covered bridge alone.

He swore that he would never be like this again in his life, he could only be like a dog, begging for mercy from God, hoping for justice.

Chen Pingan had learned swordsmanship for a long time, but what Chen Pingan really grasped was not this sword scripture, but the other three swords.

In the dilapidated ancient temple, Mr. Qi easily split the formation of the pink-robed Liu Chicheng with a single sword.

When he fought side by side with Song Yushao, the old sword master of the Shushui Kingdom, Chen Pingan once cut the golden armor with this sword.

There are two swords in the landscape painting of Wensheng and old scholar, the sword of Jianling, Chen Pingan has already learned a little bit of spiritual resemblance from Nanyuan Guocheng, and then he handed out a sword, directly hitting Ding Ying almost thinking that he is the best in the world two.

Chen Pingan made another sword attack against Sui Mountain, the great mountain in China.

It is these three swords.

There are two swords besides, but Chen Ping'an is ignorant, because he is not familiar with the person who made the sword and the distance is far away, Chen Ping'an has not yet comprehended enough to let him use the sword.

A sword breaks the sky in the Wei and Jin Dynasties of Fengxue Temple, and the sword arrives before people arrive.

With one sword, Xu Ruo, a hero of the Mo family, pushed his sword out of its sheath for more than an inch, and there was a mountain lying in front of him.

Chen Ping held a long breath in his hand, and with the next sword move, Qi Jingchun casually smashed through Liu Chicheng's Hunyuan formation in Baidi City with a locust tree sword in his hand.

In Ding Ying's heart, there was a trace of hesitation again, and it was such a familiar sword, engulfing the mighty power of the sky, the world just had to bear it, on the top of the wall, he retreated by himself, this time he will not retreat

Ding Ying was high in the sky in front of him, each with a sword.

Chen Ping slashed down with a sword.

A golden thread appeared between heaven and earth.

If you learn boxing, you need to punch, and if you learn sword, you need to use sword.

Anyway, let others listen to what you have to say.

In an instant, Ding Ying's mind was clear, and his mind and heart were at peace.

Retreat with one sword, retreat with two swords, both swords and swords will retreat, where will I, Ding Ying, retreat and how can I wrestle with God

Assuming that the exiled immortal named Chen Pingan in front of you is the god, if you kill the person in front of you, and then kill the bigger one, you will have a new pattern of clearing the sky and the earth, and the difference between heaven and man.

Why don't you just let me, Ding Ying, do it for God's sake

Ding Ying laughed heartily, made a tactic with both hands, wandering in spirit and spirit, it was actually the spirit of Yin wandering around the world in daylight.

The yin god held his back with one hand, stretched out his hand with the other, and covered the top of his head with his palm. His voice was not loud, but he said generously in Ding Ying's heart, "If I disappear into the world, will Ding Ying be stronger?"

This is of course a soliloquy.

Ding Ying didn't make a sound, but there was a thought that seemed to sneer in his heart: "I can't decide how to cultivate, the rules still have to be followed, but the only thing I can do is change my mind, no need to talk nonsense, even if I don't have a soul, Ding Ying The baby only survives in the flesh, so what and what and what."

A moment later, Chen Pingan landed with a long breath in his hand, looking a little embarrassed.

It turned out that when the sword was handed out, Chen Ping's breath of pure qi was already at the end of his strength, and he tried his best, but the "meaning" of this sword was too great, and Chen Ping's current strength was too weak, so he couldn't lift it up. , only ended in a thunderous and rainy ending.

Even a guy like Chen Pingan, who doesn't care about the sky and the earth once a fight starts, feels a little embarrassed.

As for the Yin God who had made up his mind to be split by a sword, his palms and arms disappeared, he looked suspiciously, and silently stepped back a few steps, back to Ding Ying's body.

The two sides tacitly truce for a moment.

Chen Ping took a breath of fresh air.

Ding Ying needed to appease his spirit even more.

It was at this moment that Chen Ping'an and Ding Ying's minds "settled", like a boat sinking into the water.

The veteran Taoist by the wellhead came to the top of the city, smiled and made a decision.

The masters on the top of the city, even Zhou Fei, a banished immortal with intact strength, didn't notice the existence of the old Taoist.

Only Fan Guan'er glanced over there knowingly, but didn't notice anything, and quickly looked away.

Yu Zhenyi looked around, and said helplessly: "Practicing the immortal method, I was trembling. I thought I could at least fight Ding Ying, but I never thought it would be far worse. In this world, Ding Ying is the favorite after all. A cultivator, is it just There really is no day ahead”

Zhou Fei was amazed, "Old Devil Ding, this means to monopolize martial arts. Ding Ying suddenly figured out something, won't be recognized by the rules of this world, we are still alive and kicking, How could Ding Ying get such great luck? It’s not the Lu Dynasty in Baopingzhou, the emperor lost his mind and went crazy. Seeing that the country could not be continued, he simply broke the pot and secretly gave half of the country’s martial arts to his son.”

Zhou Feixu babbled, secretly having fun, anyway, watching the excitement is not a big deal.

Lu Fang asked: "The parents in the small Aquarius Island in the north are short-lived, how do you know?"

Zhou Fei laughed and said: "After all, I am the head of the Jiang family. How could I completely ignore the affairs of Haoran Tianxia? Someone often entrusts me with dreams."

Lu Fang wondered, "That's fine too."

"Spend money."

Zhou Fei felt a little pained, and said angrily: "A moment in the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold. I don't think I have a dream this year. It's so called that people's gold mountains and silver mountains are empty."

In the distance, Yu Zhenyi frowned, the silver lotus crown in her hand trembled, the petals suddenly opened, and there was a faint green light in it, breaking free from the restraint, flashed away, and quickly swept towards the south of the city.

All the time, the world is the same.

In all directions, illusory brilliance rushed towards Ding Ying.

Ding Ying closed his eyes and concentrated, accepting this mighty heaven, earth and martial arts.

However, Chen Pingan's magic weapon, golden wine, suddenly floated, and he no longer showed others in the snow-white robe, and restored his true colors in the golden robe.

Not only that, but the flying sword Chu Yi in the sword-raising gourd at his waist rushed out.

And there is Flying Sword Fifteen flying in the distance.

Standing on the top of the hillside, Chen Pingan held a long breath, and the sword current flowed through his arms. The first day and the fifteenth day of the new year lingered around. The reunion of old friends, these two little ancestors who were not very tempered, had never been so happy.

Wearing gold and sweet sleeves fluttering, Chen Ping'an suddenly clenched his breath, and the sleeves vibrated accordingly, making a hunting sound.

Just a small hill.

But some people shake their clothes to Qianrengang.

Chen Pingan and Ding Ying, up and down the mountain.

Each took a step higher and reached a brand-new peak, no matter whether it was cultivation base or state of mind, it was the same for both sides.

Ding Ying opened his eyes, glanced at the jug on Chen Pingan's waist, and laughed loudly: "After the war, I will drink this wine for you."

Chen Ping patted the sword gourd on his waist, indicating that he has the ability, please pick it up afterwards.

The war resumes.

This time, no longer worrying about the distance between two arms, near and far, within a radius of one mile, there is abundant sword energy and strong stellar energy.

The two sides fought all the way to the Guniu Mountain, flying sand and rocks, from the foot of the mountain to the mountain.

Ding Ying was split by Chen Ping's sword from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain.

Chen Ping's second sword was pulled out by Ding Ying, and he punched back to the top of the mountain.

Ding Ying climbed up slowly, and his fists were like the arms of a god with a height of hundreds of feet, smashing his arms on Guniu Mountain again and again.

Chen Ping just destroyed it with one sword.

Ding Ying, who had won the martial arts of heaven and earth, even came out of his body again, turning into a golden figure with an extremely tall Guniu Mountain. He clenched his fists and beat Guniu Mountain again and again.

Chen Ping was supposed to change into the tit-for-tat cloud-steaming Daze style, but after holding the long breath, he no longer had the idea of ​​changing into boxing. Even the man and the sword were smashed to the ground by the golden Yinshen. Descending all the way, still insisting on fighting the enemy with the sword, the dust of Guniu Mountain has long covered the sky, boulders are constantly rolling down, and Ding Ying is forced to hit landslides like avalanches, and mudslides engulfing countless vegetation .

The towering Guniu Mountain has been shortened bit by bit.

That one on the top of the mountain is dressed in a golden robe, and it will never fall down.

Ding Ying walked up to the latest so-called mountain top, dusty and dim.

Taking advantage of Chen Pingan's sword to block Yinshen's palm and smashed Faxiang's entire palm, the golden light shattered and scattered, like a heavy golden rain falling on Guniu Mountain.

Ding Ying ran straight forward and hit Chen Ping'an on the forehead with a punch.

A golden light was thrown from Guniu Mountain in an arc, and fell heavily on the ground hundreds of feet away from Guniu Mountain.

That slender golden track looks like a golden arch bridge.

Ding Ying swung out a punch with a consummate spirit.

It is also the myriad of phenomena of the white rainbow hanging in the sky, and the scenery is magnificent.

Just where the white rainbow landed was that grain of golden light.

Chen Ping'an was kicked out again for more than a hundred feet.

Ding Ying was also very angry with Chen Pingan's tenacious physique, even the Guniu Mountain under his feet had been flattened by several tens of feet, and that guy was still unaware of it, and kept firing his sword. Ding Ying shouted angrily: "This One punch, die or die"

The huge Yin God behind him leaped over Guniu Mountain, and after one foot touched the ground, he leaned forward, and the other foot just stepped on top of Chen Pingan's head.

Compared to being able to hold a long breath,

As the two fought crazily, it became more and more hearty, and the sword energy exploded around the palms and arms, and the aura almost burst on top of Chen Pingan's head when he withstood the beatings of Ding Ying Yinshen's dharma robe gold wine again and again.

Chen Ping'an was completely immersed in the competition with Ding Ying, and he didn't even have time to adapt to these spiritual changes. It was natural, as if their existence was justified.

Chen Pingan didn't even care about the pain of being tempered by spirit energy into his body, he just regarded it as the pain of practicing boxing.

Chen Pingan has no time to take care of so many chaotic spiritual energy penetrating into the skin, flesh and bones, and then entering the acupoints, qi palace, and soul lake.

The mountains are high and the water is dangerous, and the road is long and obstructive.

Chen Ping looked at the distance wholeheartedly, and some roadblocks under his feet seemed to be bypassed naturally.

The golden figure stomped down with one foot, and a big hole appeared in the ground.

Ding Ying puts on a "take it for granted" boxing, the truth follows the truth, almost "whatever you want, it becomes the truth".

With the palm of one hand facing the sky, it was placed horizontally in front of the body, and the other hand was clenched into a fist, and it was heavily hammered on the palm of the hand.

Punch down.

The wind was surging and the sky was gloomy, and there was a bolt of lightning as thick as a tree hugged by several people, striking down in the air.

Yinshen had already retreated, arms crossed, watching coldly.

A bolt of lightning crashed into the big pit.

Continuous lightning, one after another, poured down on Chen Ping'an who was bending over and standing at the bottom of the pit.Like floods of floods flowing over the dharma robe, gold and wine poured down swiftly and violently.

Ding Ying's eyes tended to be golden, and he punched his palm for the last time, and the thickest snow-white lightning fell from the sea of ​​clouds in the sky like a thunder pool, but it didn't hit the big pit, but landed slowly, and was then captured by the yin god. Holding it in your hand is like holding a long sword.

Then he started to run forward, and lightly threw the "long sword" in his hand forward.

Finally, holding the lightning-ridden long sword with both hands, stood on the edge of the big pit, with the point of the sword pointing down, it fell heavily on the head of the person at the bottom of the pit

You must know that this sword, in addition to the power of thunder contained in itself, also has Ding Ying's understanding of the way of the sword.

Ding Ying twitched the corners of his mouth and put his hands behind his back, "I know you're here, maybe you'll really show up after Chen Ping's death? You're really generous. This exiled immortal named Chen Ping'an is really the best piece of sharpening knife." Shi, why, I'm afraid that my strength is too weak to be worth your shot."

Above the head of the city.

Yu Zhenyi's face was gloomy.

Zhong Qiu laughed and said, "Why, do you still think that you are a god who has accomplished Taoism?"

Zhou Fei stretched out his hands to his forehead, and with a resentful tone, he lamented: "Damn it, we are in the blessed land of lotus flowers, not in Haoran Tianxia. You can squander your spiritual energy as you like. You two are too good. When I go back, I must find it." This Chen Pingan, no matter what his current state is, we must get to know him, it is best to be my Jiang family's enshrinement, no matter how low his state is."

Lu Fang interrupted his friend's thoughts, and said with a sneer, "The premise is that the guy is not dead."

Zhou Fei sighed, removed the palm on his forehead, and looked towards Guniu Mountain, "It's difficult."

In addition to the lightning strikes, there was Ding Yingyuanyou's yin god, holding a sword, and stabbing Chen Pingan's head.

There is no suspense, even though Chen Pingan was wearing a golden robe, and even though the first and fifteenth day of the junior high school tried their best to stop him, he was still penetrated deeply into the ground by this sword.

After Chen Ping'an disappeared, the long sword in Yinshen's hand shattered, and the sword intent and thunder and lightning collapsed in the pit. The big pit echoed the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, and it also looked like a pond of thunder.

The big picture is set.

Ding Ying was tense, ready to meet the real opponent.

really.

On the top of Guniu Mountain, not far from Ding Ying, there was an unusually tall old Taoist who said calmly: "You are just a whetstone for each other."

Ding Ying was about to speak.

The old Taoist sneered and said, "Looking for death. But it's okay, you Ding Ying is still interesting in this life."

The world is magnificent, pure martial arts, soul refining in four realms, soul refining in five realms.

Chen Ping'an, who had hit the ground with the sword, did not get up to fight again.

However, a young sword fairy with fluttering golden robes appeared in the thunder pool of the big pit, with high spirits, he put his fingers together, and passed in front of him.

There was a sword hovering in front of him.

It was exactly the same as when Chen Ping was at the top of the city.

But the difference is that after the golden-cloaked immortal, there appeared a young man in straw sandals and sackcloth, whose face was younger than that of the exiled immortal.

A sword is present.

Chen Pingan, the immortal in front of him, smiled and said, "I have a sword."

Just behind the straw sandals, Chen Pingan rushed forward, grasped the sword, and leaped high, just like the sword beheading Dayue Suishan back then, and said loudly: "Mountains can be moved!"

This sword goes.

Where is the No. 1 Ding Ying in the world? There is no such thing as Old Demon Ding in the world.

Because the entire Guniu Mountain was gone, it was razed to the ground by a single sword.

In the big pit, with the help of Jinli, who was not suppressed by lightning, Chen Pingan shook his robe, broke the shackles of the earth, and "pulled" himself out of the mud, and the two Chen Pingan, the soul and the soul, returned to the body , along the hillside, slowly out of the pit.

A vicissitudes of life voice with a little smile, I don't know whether it is sarcasm or narrow-mindedness, "This sword is not bad."

Chen Pingan took off the hip flask around his waist, raised his head and took a quick sip of the wine, then asked, "You are the Taoist from the East China Sea that Old Sword Immortal Chen said, and this is the Taoist temple."

The old Taoist who appeared beside Chen Pingan smiled and shook his head, "There is no Taoist temple, where I am, the Taoist temple is right there."

Chen Ping raised his sleeves and wiped the blood on his face, but after wiping it off, his face was flushed again, and he asked, "Can I scold a few words?"

The old Taoist smiled and said, "You can figure it out."

Chen Pingan's face remained unchanged, and he continued to wipe away the blood, "The old man is very powerful and powerful."

The old Taoist nodded and said, "A child can be taught." https: