Sword of Coming

Chen Ping went all the way to the south by himself, wherever he went, spells and spiritual artifact poured down, and it rained heavily.

Then Chen Ping finally encountered a hard stubble. It was a short man wearing a bright red chain mail. He wore a phoenix-winged Purple Gold crown and inserted two long-tailed pheasants. It was like those of Grand Virtue World. Fancy costumes on the market stage.

Those who dare to swagger through the Great Wall of Sword Qi battlefield, apart from not being afraid of death, certainly have the qualifications not to be afraid of death. This Monster Race cultivator has a very fast figure, almost Shrinking Earth Talisman, from miles away in an instant. , Came to Chen Ping’s side, punched directly through Chen Ping’s vigorous fist protecting the whole body, slammed on Chen Ping’s temples, hitting Chen Ping and flew out several ten zhang.

Chen Ping slapped the ground with a palm, whirled, stood up and stood still, the latter, like a shadow, exchanged punches with Chen Ping.

Both sides slid out almost at the same time, ploughing a gully on the ground that did not reach the knees. The latter shook the right hand wrist that fisted, and tore off a quill with both fingers of his left hand, and spoke, it was the Great Wall of Sword. Qi dialect, “You are the new hidden official? Martial Artist Distant Roaming Realm? The fist is not light. No wonder you can lose Cao Ci by 3 games and then win Yu Yufu by 3 games.”

He raised his right hand and signaled that the Monster Race army that had been siege to retreat, and gave the battlefield to himself and the young hermit of Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Chen Ping stretched out his thumb, wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, and rubbed one temple with the palm of his hand. The strength is really not small. The opponent should be Summit Realm, the Martial Artist realm of Monster Race, relying on the tenacious advantage of Innate Physique. So they are less papery.It’s just that Ninth Realm Martial Artist, who has martial luck, shouldn’t be killed like this, whether he is dressed or punches, his opponents are too “indifferent”.

Chen Ping quickly understood, and it was rare to talk to the enemy on the battlefield, “Are you the strongest Eighth Realm Martial Artist of Wild Desolate World? Looking for a chance to break through the realm and obtain martial arts?”

The little man let go of the quill in his hand and bounced, nodded said with a smile: “How? You and I asked for a punch? I want to say that no one will get involved. You definitely don’t believe it, I guess. I can’t control some sneaky sword cultivator dead men, it doesn’t matter, as long as you are nodded, the next Martial Artist asks a punch and prevents me from punching. You are my enemy even you, and I kill them all.”

Chen Ping stretched out his hand and pointed to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, said with a smile: “In the city, there is a senior Ninth Realm who taught me boxing. You can go there and ask for boxing.”

The short man had gloomy eyes, and he was very sincere. The young hermit who is now famous is not in the right way.

Chen Ping said: “Finally, I have a few words with you. No matter who you lose to, even if he is Cao Ci, you can’t talk about losing or losing. It can be seen that Wild Desolate World The strongest Distant Roaming Realm Martial Artist, not to mention whether the fist is hard or not, but the Martial Artist is bold and heart-minded. It is really not good. If you get the word’the strongest’ and rank among the Ninth Realm, it will be a big joke .”

The dialogue between the two parties is actually meaningless.

It’s just that each plot against is not small. The short man pretends to be heroic and wants to ask Chen Ping alone, but he wants to use the young hermit as a stepping stone to Martial Dao. Once he breaks the border, except for the martial arts gift of Wild Desolate World, You can also grab a piece of the martial arts heritage of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

As for Chen Ping, of course, he was secretly looking for the 100 Sword Immortal Number One Person from the Wild Desolate World. Three Sects Saint created the golden river twice before. Chen Ping went out of the city for 2 games, and he had dealt with each other. Until it ends, I haven’t done my best, but the details are closely linked with one another. Whoever makes a mistake in a certain link first will die, and the method of death is not destined to be so generous and majestic, and it will only make the realm not high. Watching the sword cultivator feel unfathomable mystery.

The little man seemed to have lost his interest in intrigue, and gently fiddled with the gravel on the ground with his boots, “Standing and talking, I will give you a chance to lie down and talk. By the way, my name is Hou Kuimen.”

After Chen Ping lost his hand, he turned his head slightly, extended the hand, pointed to his temple, and signaled his ability to punch here again.

Suddenly I have an idea, you can try it.

The premise of a try is to let the other person try.

Hou Kuimen would not be polite.

After Hou Kuimen handed out his punch, he hesitated for a while, instead of taking advantage of the victory, he just stood still and looked at the youngster who was hit and flew out.

The youngster, who had not avoided and even failed to fight back, stomped on the ground, stopped his figure, smiled and looked at Hou Kuimen, with a slight sarcasm in his expression.

Hou Kuimen was worried about fraud, so he pulled back a bit.

A young hidden official who is known for plot against the 60th military account is not so stupid to stand and be beaten to death by himself.

So after the fist is successful, there is a trace of regret. If this fist is not a temptation, but a full effort, can the youngster stand still?

It’s just why the other party forced himself a punch?

Chen Ping pointed to the position of his heart, “One more punch.”

Hou Kuimen raised his arms and twisted the Lingzi with his fingers. His costume, bright red chain mail, and the Purple Gold crown and 2 shining Lingzi were not ordinary mountain artifacts, but one The entire set of ancient Military School of Thought heavy treasures, but only changed their appearance after refining.Semi-immortal rank, both offensive and defensive, named sword cage, able to detain Sword Immortal Flying Sword for a moment, without the Sword Immortal of Life-Source Flying Sword, once you get close by him, you must obediently compete with his Hou Kuimen. Up.

Hou Kuimen let go of the 2 roots, body flashed, and came to the same Martial Artist who wanted to die and threw a punch. Then the young hermit fell into the distance.

Chen Ping stood up, spits out a mouthful of blood, glanced at Hou Kuimen, cursed mother in the dialect of his hometown and town.

I originally planned to let this Eighth Realm Peak Martial Artist help him break the Seventh Realm bottleneck. I never thought that Hou Kuimen made two punches, both of which were dilly-dallying. This made the Lion Peak in North Entirely Reed Continent get used to the weight of Li Er’s fist. Chen Ping, it’s almost like two women scratching their faces in vain.

Today’s Great Wall of Sword Qi, there is a fair word that it is pleasing to watch a young hidden official beat someone or watch him be beaten.

Na Hou Kuimen expression is complicated.

Chen Ping asked in the elegant words of Wild Desolate World: “Are you going to kill the hidden officials and do meritorious service, or do you want to ask Martial Artist to break the realm?!”

Hou Kuimen took a deep breath and struck lightly with both fists once, said solemnly: “The last punch, if you don’t die, even if I lose. Chen Ping, I know that you want something, it doesn’t matter, it depends on who has the higher punch. ! This fist, you just fight back.”

Chen Ping frowned.

Vaguely, Hou Kuimen’s majestic fist, in his all around condense, a vague atmosphere, similar to Saint sitting in Small World.

Early in Shujian Lake, when he traveled with Azure Canyon Island Zhang Di, Chen Ping found that he could vaguely see some signs.

Chen Ping shook his sleeves, rolled up his sleeves and spread them out gently.

For a moment.

The battlefield between the young hidden official and Hou Kuimen was dusty, covering the sky and the sun.

The wind and sand in the sky are mixed with the fine fist intent that shoots towards all directions, chaotic like 1000000 very small Flying Sword splashing.

After an instant, the big earthquake trembled and the wind and sand disappeared. I saw Hou Kuimen tightly covering his neck with one hand, blood seeping from his fingers, clenching a fist with one hand, and looking all around.

Finally, Hou Kuimen saw a Monster Race cultivator behind him. The young hermit pierced the sword cultivator’s vest with a short knife with his left hand, and then gently wiped it on his neck with a short knife with his right hand.

Hou Kuimen could no longer speak smoothly, and said vaguely: “Chen Ping, as a hermit, I have personally learned your ability, but being a pure Martial Artist is really disappointing. It disappoints me too much.”

It turned out that the young hidden official gave Hou Kuimen a hard punch before, but the knife was shot from the sleeve, directly from the bottom up, and pierced the neck of the latter. Not only that, but he slapped the hilt of the knife with his left hand. He raised his figure, and then retreated a few steps, almost torn his lips and tongue with the blade, and then stabbed through his head with the tip of the blade on the spot.

If it is a pure Martial Artist of Grand Virtue World, without the natural tenacious physical support, suffering from this serious injury, it is absolutely impossible to speak half a word.

Chen Ping gently pushed the corpse of the sword cultivator in front of him, gathered the sound into a line, and said with a slight smile with Hou Kuimen: “You have punched 3 times, which one fits the identity of a pure Martial Artist . If you are First Fist, it’s pure enough. I don’t mind swapping 3 punches with you at all. Maybe you can break through each other. That’s the real one who lives and dies. It only depends on the height of the punch.”

When Chen Ping appeared, the battlefield freed up a large area of ​​its own.

The young hidden official, holding the short knife in both hands, opened it lightly, and held it lightly.

This is a small habit learned from Yu Lu.

As for the sword-holding posture, it is a saber posture born out of Combing Water Country Sword River Villa.In fact, in the rivers and lakes under the mountain, the assassin Sabrewielder also did this, but in Chen Ping’s eyes, the meaning was not enough, it was a dead end.

After all, Hou Kuimen only knows the young hermits, and he doesn’t know Chen Ping’s habit of fighting.

When he started dragging his feet, he must be pursuing something next.

Otherwise, all the words will only be after birth and death.

Hou Kuimen didn’t retreat, and his fist increased, which was good.

Chen Ping put away the pair of swords from the North Entirely Reed Continent that cut the hands of the Deer Mountain assassin into the sleeves, and stood still.

Hou Kuimen didn’t know what secret technique he used. The blood stopped flowing near his neck and his arms drooped, which was completely motionless.

This is not just in name only, but also in reality’s Martial Artist Qunquan, the state of mind.

After that, as long as the two figures go, it will inevitably bring disaster to innocent people.

Two pure Martial Artists, each in the martial arts bottleneck, are like Two Swords Flying Sword, cutting the battlefield recklessly, all over the ground with broken limbs.

Hou Kuimen’s punches became more and more “brisk”, but his punches became heavier.

Boxing and boxing all have the meteorological prototype of the Ninth Realm Martial Artist, this is a great opportunity to break the ground.

For some reason, the young hidden official was already recognized as a sword cultivator, but he never took out Flying Sword, and he didn’t even use any of the long sword in the sword box behind him.

Far away on the battlefield, a “middle-aged man” who was a fellow man with the young hidden official, seemed to be trapped by the Monster Race army. Grandiose rushed to the Great Wall of Sword Qi. He has been paying attention to Chen Ping and Hou. Kuimen’s fight has roughly seen some clues, and he is hesitant to disrupt Chen Ping’s calculations.

Only when he glanced over a few directions, was not close, and weighed it up, he gave up the shot and stopped competing with the talented Jiashen account.

Hou Kuimen is completely bloody, dignified Eighth Realm Peak Martial Artist, dressed in heavy treasures, and clearly different from the Junior Martial Artist, it is incredible that one question box will become such a field.

The blood-stained Hou Kuimen stood still suddenly, lowered his head and chuckles, lifts the head, and stared at the youngster who also suddenly closed his fists.

Hou Kuimen seems to be saying, “Wait for my Ninth Realm and martial arts, and then I will hit you, Golden Body Realm bottleneck, which is really unreasonable. It’s my turn Hou Kuimen unreasonable, let you have that mess 7 8 A bad plot against can still succeed?Can you leave this battlefield alive?With ability, Chen Ping also broke the boundary? !

This time I asked the boxing, it was clear that the realm was higher, but it fell short. The crux is not that Hou Kuimen is not strong enough, and that the punch is light. The key is that Chen Ping is like an unknown prophet about the way of the boxing.

At this moment, Hou Kuimen saw Chen Ping as if he was facing a big enemy. He didn’t seem to be a fake. He just felt happy. He practiced boxing in this life and broke the boundary again and again, as if I had never been so happy. After leaving his whole body, the premise is that the youngster’s physique can withstand the number of punches he handed after entering the Ninth Realm!

The a path of martial arts of Wild Desolate World, broke through the air, descended on the battlefield, and flocked to Hou Kuimen frantically.

Chen Ping smiled knowingly and finally came.

Hou Kuimen’s fist was too light to break his bottleneck. At most, it helped him beat a few key muscles, which was just icing on the cake.

Fearing that it would affect the follow-up battle, many Ninth Realm slammed their fists and went straight to the key Qi Palace. Once they hit the body, Chen Ping was not afraid of being injured, for fear that the fist would be overwhelmed in the Small World, that’s all, so Chen Ping can’t carry all Live, you have to remove most of it, Hou Kuimen is happy to punch, Chen Ping fights with it, but he is not happy.

It doesn’t matter, fight back the martial arts, Chen Ping has experience, in Old Dragon City, more than once.

What’s more, Chen Ping has even carried the Heavenly Tribulation twice, in Entirely Reed Continent in the North, and in the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he has done it all.

Chen Ping has his toes a little bit, he stands up from the ground, and goes straight to the sky without punching. He just blindly climbs up, as if he is going to the highest point of the sky before giving up. Although he has not punched, he uses a cloud-steamed Great Lake style punch. Intent, to welcome those from Wild Desolate World.

The “middle-aged man” stopped, looked up, and muttered to himself: “Can martial arts win? Can business do this?”

Because the young hidden official didn’t know what weird means he used, he directly pulled all the martial arts white rainbows and lifted off together, making the youngster soar like a white rainbow.

The martial arts in the world is an extremely illusory existence. Otherwise, even the Middle-earth Confucian Temple of the Grand Virtue World would not be able to block and intercept this thing, so that it can only be left as it is and circulate among the genius Martial Artists of the 9 continents.

In Wild Desolate World, too, even Tuoyueshan can’t restrain this matter.

The most embarrassing situation was naturally Hou Kuimen, who had never been close by the martial arts.

Hou Kuimen bent his knees slightly, and also went to the high altitude to chase the Chen Ping silhouette, who was already as small as a mustard seed, hoping to get as close as possible to those martial arts.

The “middle-aged man” who regarded himself as a swordsman still didn’t make a sneak attack on Chen Ping. He didn’t pay attention to any rules and morals and fight on the battlefield. He and Chen Ping had the same number of ways. Every time he shot, every time he exchanged injuries with his opponent, It’s like making a transaction that must be compared with each other.

This young swordsman, who pressed all the geniuses of Zhen and Zhuzhu on the 100 Sword Immortal genealogy, felt a trace of the true meaning of Great Dao in the dark.

At this moment, even if you can succeed with a sword, for your Great Dao, it will only outweigh the gain, because this life and this world will provoke the invisible victory of Heaven and Earth’s martial arts.

If it is a pure Martial Artist, it would be a good thing to use this to strengthen Martial Dao, but he is a sword cultivator after all.

wrong!

Chen Ping’s fist and motivation are all fake.

He suddenly stretched out his right hand and drove a long sword directly from a Monster Race sword cultivator not far away. With a slight shock, he shattered dozens of pieces of the sword body. At the same time, he flipped his left wrist to force his sword energy. Blasted several veins in the palm of his hand. After the blood oozes out, the young swordsman who used one of the many trump card methods to wipe out the fragments of the sword body, waved his sleeves and shot the fragments into the high altitude. Go straight to Hou Kuimen.

Almost at the same time, Hou Kuimen saw a flash, and took a Shrinking Earth Talisman at a distance away from the figure of hundreds zhang or so, and then used pine needles and cough thunder 2 to draw the refining Flying Sword.

With both hands in his hands, he stabs Hou Kuimen’s cheek with one knife, across the entire cheek, and stabs Hou Kuimen’s heart with a single knife. After a successful blow, he uses Shrinking Earth Talisman to instantly disappear.

At the next moment, Hou Kuimen hovered all around those long sword fragments, like a pocket sword array, protecting this Martial Artist Monster Race from Eighth Realm or Ninth Realm.

If they hadn’t arrived, Chen Ping could cut off half of Hou Kuimen’s head.

Hou Kuimen clenched the teeth. After being hit by two knives, the “Flying” figure stagnated slightly, and continued to fly high. Those martial arts were dragged higher by the young hermit.

After confirming that Hou Kuimen’s life is safe, those long sword fragments disappeared in a flash and returned to the “middle-aged man”.

Two pure Martial Artists smashed through two layers of vast clouds.

The first floor is only slightly higher than the head of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and the sea of ​​clouds in the higher part is far higher than the head of the city.

Suddenly hovering above the sea of ​​clouds, Chen Ping frowned once again. It was only this time, but he did not act true or false with Na Hou Kuimen.

Instead, he really noticed a trace of something wrong with the conspiracy.

For those martial arts at higher places, 1000 is true and 10000 is true.

Although Hou Kuimen didn’t know why the young hidden official stopped, after breaking through the sea of ​​clouds, he still relied on the imperial wind realm to approach the martial arts that wandered like a dragon.

Chen Ping thought about it for a while, but directly abandoned all previous plans, fell into the sea of ​​clouds, and returned to the earth.

Hou Kuimen wanted to accept those martial arts that should have belonged to him. Above the sea of ​​clouds, the sun was shining, and Hou Kuimen looked like a Spiritual God.

It was just in an instant that Hou Kuimen’s eyes became pitch black. After struggling for a while, he actually started to follow Chen Ping, and at the same time, he led the martial arts to the ground.

Wu Yun crashed into Hou Kuimen’s body, and Hou Kuimen, who was among the Ninth Realm, swept towards Chen Ping.

Chen Ping changed his retreat trajectory three times and still couldn’t avoid it.

On the ground, an astonishing pit that resembled a Sword Immortal Life-Source Flying Sword burst.

Ninth Realm Martial Artist Hou Kuimen and his martial arts were all crushed.

Jiashen account, 5 Sword Immortal embryos of Wild Desolate World, no longer cover their whereabouts, all appear on the edge of the big pit, each taking one side.

Bamboo 箧, Lizhen, 4 rain, Liubai, beach.

The middle-aged man sighed, hid his body, and left.

Was there that great demon, running the Life Source Divine Ability, and being attached to the Hou Kui gate that was about to break the ground, and directly gave up a nailed Ninth Realm Martial Artist in exchange for the serious injury of the young hermit Chen Ping?

Zhu Qi said: “Be careful is a trap.”

A smiling voice sounded in the hearts of everyone at the same time: “How is it possible.”