Chapter five hundred and eighteen water and fire twins
Su Qingjiu stood suspended in the air, her beautiful eyes widened, and she immediately subconsciously stepped on the flying sword herring, turned into a stream of light and rushed directly out of the small world of Man Yuan, flying dozens of miles eastward in the blink of an eye.
As the sword broke through the air, she gently raised her hand to rub the peach blossom hairpin on the back of her head, only to find that the two lines of words on the peach blossom hairpin, the line "peace", had disappeared out of thin air, and the faint Confucian true meaning contained in them also disappeared.
, for a moment, her mouth opened slightly, and she was about to cry: "Brother Lin Zhao..."
She knew that Lin Zhao helped her resolve this disaster.
Behind him, thunder roared.
Flames shot up into the sky. Man Yuan was wearing a torn blood-colored cloak. He was carrying a sun, moon, water and fire stick and was chasing him along the sea of fire along the river. There was a strong murderous intent in his eyes: "Su Qingjiu, do you think you can escape?"
?The monks who killed so many of my demon clan still want to leave, how can such good things happen in the world?"
"..."
Su Qingjiu didn't even look back, and poured all the remaining spiritual energy in his body into the flying sword herring. Although his body was swaying, the sword flew extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had broken the boundary between heaven and earth.
They have entered the territory of the human world, and the river in front has entered the scope of the Xijian River. Just when Su Qingjiu looked up, a huge figure stood up from the Xijian River, dressed in golden military armor, and wearing a
With a long golden cloak and a golden sword in his hand, he created huge waves behind him.
Xi Jian Jiang Jiang Goddess, Lin Xingchu.
"Little wine."
Lin Xingchu glanced at him and said, "Move away!"
"good!"
Su Qingjiu twisted his body and drove the herring horizontally. The next moment, Lin Xingchu directly raised his sword, and suddenly a huge wave of waves rushed forward along the Xijian River. The violent waves were filled with the killing atmosphere of the river's luck.
, there seemed to be golden iron cavalry galloping in it, and this killing scene actually broke the boundary wall between the two worlds and rushed directly into the Kusong River!
"Um!?"
Man Yuan's eyes turned cold, with strong murderous intent in his eyes: "Lin Xingchu, you are actually an enemy of the demon clan!?"
As he spoke, he suddenly stepped on the river, and thrust a sun, moon, water, and fire stick forward. Immediately, the tip of the stick stirred up a golden semicircular strong demonic aura, and with a "boom", Lin Xingchu's pinnacle
The sword energy of the river collided together. For a moment, Manyuan's tiger's mouth burst out and bleeded. The stick was bent a little under the pressure, and his figure continued to slide backwards on the river. He was already seriously injured, and now he was struck by Lin Xingchu's sword again.
Apparently he couldn't bear it anymore.
"Lin Xingchu!"
Man Yuan's figure suddenly surged and turned into a dharma form hundreds of feet high. He still withstood the sun, moon, water and fire sticks. When he stepped into the river bottom, he was constantly hit by Lin Xingchu's peak sword and retreated. His face looked like
He became more ferocious and roared: "I have written down this account. We will see. After this incident, you will be the first to deal with it!"
This sword was enough to knock Man Yuan back a hundred miles!
Lin Xingchu is sitting in the Xijian River, which is the real Fourteenth Realm, and Lin Xingchu is too much like a sword cultivator. Although there is no Yunjian Lake and Flying Sword, his swordsmanship and sword intention are quite otherworldly. Among the gods in the human race, Lin Xingchu is
His combat prowess is second to none, even giving Man Yuan the feeling that this River God is a little more troublesome than the Mohist giant in the Fourteenth Realm!
After all, he had never been so miserable when he was fighting for money.
In the end, the violent waves caused by Lin Xingchu's sword disappeared into the Kusong River, and all his breath was exhausted. Man Yuan stood in the river holding the sun, moon, water and fire stick, and when he looked to the east, his eyes were cold.
This sword was a real shame and humiliation for the arrogant Man Yuan! He who could almost kill a thirteenth-level military sage with one stick would suffer such a big loss under Lin Xingchu's sword. This was barbaric.
Yuan cannot accept it.
…
A villa on the top of a mountain, a natural residence.
Late at night, Lin Zhao, who was fishing, suddenly trembled, and then a mouthful of blood spurted into the lotus pond. His shoulders trembled and his sword eyebrows were furrowed. In the second Yunjian Lake, Feijian Haoran, this
The cracks on the tip of the Jiehan Ox Sword have expanded again, and almost the entire tip is about to be completely broken in half. The trauma suffered is not ordinary.
Wisps of almost invisible golden light came from the west and submerged into the tip of the sword.
On the side, the old man from Confucian Wenlin saw it clearly and naturally understood everything. The cause planted by Lin Zhao got the current result. After helping Su Qingjiu escape the disaster, the backlash of this avenue naturally fell on him.
Lin Zhao himself, a mere Jindan sword cultivator, could not withstand such a heavy pressure from heaven. Therefore, this pressure naturally still fell on the tip of the Khan Ox Sword. What's more, when he carved the peach wood hairpin,
It is precisely with this sword that the sword is sharpened.
"Whoosh!"
Lin Zhao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and summoned the flying sword Haoran. The tip of the sword hovered above his palm, almost splitting into two halves. For a moment, Lin Zhao was heartbroken, with tears in his eyes, and murmured
He muttered: "Mr. Qin's sword tip... turned out to be like this..."
"It's fine."
The old man said softly: "Xiao Zhao, you have been raising the Sweating Ox Sword for many years in the cold and warm weather, just to use this sword to do something for the world. And you, after getting the sword tip, accidentally planted it with the Sweating Ox Sword tip.
There was a period of cause and effect. Although the sword tip was extremely damaged, did you know that it was precisely because of this that Su Qingjiu was able to return to the human world alive?"
"ah?!"
Lin Zhao was stunned and murmured: "Sir, sir, what do you mean... is Xiaojiuer okay?"
"Um."
The old man nodded and said with a smile: "She has saved the day, and the cause and effect of the great road has backfired on the tip of the Khan Ox Sword, so you don't have to blame yourself. If Suihan was still here, he would have done the same thing. We
These scholars are like this. How can they use all the knowledge they have learned? For the sake of understanding, if people in this world were reasonable, I'm afraid there wouldn't be so many fights. Back then, Sui Han was
The warmth of knowledge in your belly has nourished this ox-sword. From now on, you can also use your own principles to nourish the tip of the sword and repair its defects."
Lin Zhao felt relieved, nodded and said with a smile: "Hmm... um..."
…
Soon after, the old man stood up, patted the dust on his butt, and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhao, I have to go. I can't stay too long. There are still very important things waiting for me to do elsewhere."
"oh……"
Lin Zhao was very sensible: "Sir, please don't leave in a hurry. I'll prepare something for you."
The old gentleman smiled and narrowed his eyes, stroking his beard and chuckled. This kid still has a conscience and has not forgotten those very important things.
Not long after, Lin Zhao entered the storage room of Tianranju, took a total of five jars of peach blossom wine and placed them in front of the old man. He immediately prepared two dried smoked deer legs, a dozen dried salted fish caught in the lotus pond, and
I also took ten pheasants pickled in winter, and then prepared some fresh vegetables for the old man, plus some bottles of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. When these were ready, he took out
A pot that was not too big was handed over to the old gentleman.
"Bring these."
He pursed his lips and said with a smile: "This way, your husband can have a hot bite wherever he goes."
With that said, he quickly returned to the study, made paper with silver talisman paper, and wrote down the methods of braised salted fish, braised wild pheasant and various stews on Qianqi Juanxue dipped in cinnabar, and then handed them over to the old gentleman excitedly.
The old man's eyes were full of smiles. The more he looked at Suihan's disciple, the more he liked him. When the old man accepted Qin Suihan as his disciple, it was at a young age. It was a real basket of food and a ladle of drink. In the back alley, that
At that time, Qin Suihan had the brightest mind, and he would change the recipe every day to prepare some delicious food for his husband. It can be said that the most comfortable life that the old gentleman has lived in so many years was that time.
Now that he saw Lin Zhao in front of him, the old man seemed to see the young Qin Suihan again.
He flicked his sleeves and immediately put all the wine, ingredients, etc. into his sleeves. Then he picked up his crutch, patted Lin Zhao's shoulder lightly, and said with a smile: "My husband is gone. I will come see you again when I have time."
"Um."
Lin Zhao nodded: "I'll take your husband down the mountain."
"good."
After being sent all the way to the bottom of the mountain, the old gentleman waved his hand not to send any more, and Lin Zhao bowed like a scholar. The old gentleman straightened his clothes and returned the same gift.
…
Kusong River.
By the river, Man Yuan sat on the ground, warming up the demonic aura and taking the opportunity to heal his injuries. After a few hours, the injuries on his body were completely healed. The physical strength of the demon at the peak of the Thirteenth Realm was terrifying, and its vitality was extremely high.
His tenacity is far beyond what a human monk can compare to, and he has such vitality, unless he is a warrior of the thirteenth realm of the human race, but the legendary thirteenth realm has not appeared for too many years.
Everyone knows that the upper limit of martial arts is low.
Soon after, Man Yuan slowly stood up, and it was time to take the next step.
He frowned and walked on the Kusong River with the sun, moon, water and fire stick. After cruising for about half an hour, he finally confirmed his position, so he swooped over, suddenly summoned a huge dharma image, stepped on both sides of the Kusong River, and raised his head directly.
The sun, moon, water, and fire stick grew larger, and with a low roar, he inserted the sun, moon, water, and fire stick into the depths of the river with a "Peng" sound. For a moment, with the sun, moon, water, and fire stick as the center, a wave of fire rose in the river.
Thousands of waves!
"Hey!"
Man Yuan sneered and said: "After watching the show for so long, isn't it time to get up and do your best?"
"Buzz~~~"
For a moment, countless golden water transports lingered around the sun, moon, water, and fire sticks. In the next second, a huge palm suddenly lifted up from the dark place at the bottom of the river, and clenched the tip of the stick with a "snap" sound. Then, as if a giant object came from
He stood up from the bottom of the river and pushed the sun, moon, water and moon stick, and he just so forcefully pushed Man Yuan away from the river surface with his stick and his body.
The river swelled, and a huge head poked out from the bottom of the water. It was a bull-headed face covered with white hair. It looked extremely ferocious. He held the sun, moon, water and fire stick with one hand, and supported his body with the other to get up from the bottom of the river. Compared with the barbaric method,
Yuan was not inferior in the slightest. After shaking the river water all over his body, the body of the big monster, which turned out to be a white bull, shrank rapidly and turned into a middle-aged man wearing a green shirt. He said with a smile: "Man Yuan, you can
You really suffered a huge loss under Lin Xingchu’s sword!”
Man Yuan's eyes were cold: "Together? Flatten the Xijian River and destroy Lin Xingchu?"
"I think so too."
The middle-aged man in blue shirt suddenly opened his hand, and countless blue armors appeared on his body one by one in the river. Then a green cloak, which was implicated in the water transport of Kusong River, spread out behind him, and in his hand, there was a blue wave mace.
Liu Bai, the demon king at the pinnacle of the Thirteenth Realm, the road is close to the water.
