Chapter 183 He has spring leaves, summer thunder, autumn wind, winter snow
As the New Year approaches, the weather is cold and freezing, and the narrow dirt road in Mud Bottle Lane has become very hard.
Chen Ping'an took a deep breath, looked at the tall figure from behind, and shouted softly: "Brother Li."
Li Xisheng did not turn around and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I can handle it. Even if I am not his opponent, the town has its own rules and will not let him mess around."
The young swordsman who called himself Cao Jun laughed and said: "Are you talking about the imperial court of Dali, or the military strategist Ruan Qiong? If it is the former, I advise you to give up this idea. If the Song family of Dali really has the backbone, they will not shrink their heads.
Wugui. If it’s Ruan Qiong, haha, let me give it a try and you can wait and see.”
Cao Jun looked at the scholar in green shirt who looked like a crown jewel. Compared with his appearance, he was really young. This made Cao Jun a little unhappy. He put his thumb on the hilt of the dagger at his waist and said, "
Do you really want to fight? There are some losses. If you admit it, admit it. Maybe you will find it was a blessing in disguise later."
Li Xisheng smiled and said: "Since the truth you said is all in the scabbard, I can listen to it."
"I heard that spells were forbidden before in Lizhu Cave Heaven. Now the Cave Heaven is shattered and falling. In just one year, you have already reached the middle five realms. That's pretty good."
Cao Jun's eyes showed appreciation, but he quickly shook his head and said: "What a pity."
Li Xisheng stretched out a palm and said, "Please."
Cao Jun couldn't help laughing and said: "A frog at the bottom of a well doesn't know how high the sky is. Since we are not counting on a battle of life and death, then I will suppress the realm to save you from having to lose too much in the first battle of your life."
Li Xisheng smiled and said nothing.
"When you get out of the well in the future, you will find that a person like me is worthy of..." Cao Jun tiptoed, bent forward, and laughed loudly. Once he chose to take action, this young swordsman with a smile,
The momentum suddenly changed, and the narrow alleys echoed with the following words, "Honest!"
A brilliant white light exploded, and the crazy scattered sword energy instantly filled the entire alley. In addition, Cao Jun's figure was so fast and furious that his blurry figure blended into it, making it difficult to detect. It made people mistakenly think that it was like a line after a heavy rain.
The flood from the mountain stream, using the alleys as the river bed, rushed towards Li Xisheng and his party downstream.
In the vast expanse of white, among the menacing sword energy and flowing water, a more condensed snow-white light can be vaguely seen, like a white fish quietly swimming in the stream.
The water is stagnant.
Li Xisheng didn't seem to be in a hurry. He turned sideways, raised his hand and waved his sleeves, and reached for the bright dagger that looked like a white fish.
Then he gently and accurately grasped Cao Jun's sword-holding wrist.
Cao Jun smiled slightly, released his fingers, and the dagger, which was still two or three feet away from Li Xisheng's chest, swung straight into Li Xisheng's heart.
Li Xisheng looked calm and put the fingers of his left hand together in front of him.
At the critical moment, he happened to catch the white fish.
The white fish turns over and rolls.
The blade then twisted.
Li Xisheng had no choice but to retreat. Cao Jun stepped closer and punched Li Xisheng's neck with his sword hand.
While Li Xisheng pressed his elbow against Cao Jun's fist, the white fish had already shot towards him. Li Xisheng shook the wrist of his other hand and shook his sleeve.
That white fish fell into a trap.
Cao Jun sneered and kicked Li Xisheng in the abdomen, causing the green-shirted scholar to take four or five steps back.
He did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him, but stood on the spot calmly, with one hand behind his back and the other in an extremely elegant manner.
Li Xisheng stopped retreating and turned slightly pale. Although Cao Jun was a sword cultivator, his movements were powerful and heavy, not inferior to those of pure martial artists at the peak of the Five Realms. This is the terrifying thing about sword cultivators and military cultivators. Refining Qi
Tempering the body can be done at the same time, so Li Xisheng didn't feel comfortable after receiving such a blow, and the flow of Qi in his body was bound to be affected to a certain extent.
Li Xisheng's big sleeve holding Cao Jun's flying sword made a continuous banging sound, and then made a subtle tearing sound of silk, and then strands of snow-white sword light seeped out from the gaps.
The hand of Li Xisheng, who has everything in his sleeves, could be bent like a bow or straight like a sword or halberd. He quickly pinched out a Taoist secret and silently recited one word in his heart: "Suppress!"
The cuffs, which were already tense and chaotic, suddenly became quiet.
The sound of the flying sword rapidly hitting the sleeves turned into a slightly trembling buzzing sound.
Cao Jun was not surprised by this and said with a smile: "Seven."
Li Xisheng's entire cuff, from the elbow down, was shattered in an instant, and the sword light shook the area near his wrist.
The beautiful scenery is like a hand full of moonlight, but it contains a great danger and murderous intention.
The five fingers of Li Xisheng's handshake changed accordingly and became a veritable handshake. In the palm of the hand that no one could see, the palm prints swayed slightly like water, changing its trajectory.
Li Xisheng's arm instantly glowed with a misty purple light.
The sword edge crazily circled the white fish on Li Xisheng's arm. The sword energy it brought up and the purple energy emitted by Li Xisheng struck each other, making a crisp sound of gold and stone, which was densely packed and shocking to the eardrums.
As a result, the high wall on one side of the Mud Bottle Alley and the low wall of the courtyard gate of the old house on the other side were constantly covered with dust and mud.
Cao Jun's slit-like eyes opened a little, and he said jokingly: "It's interesting. There are thousands of Taoist techniques, and I've seen no less than 200 of them. I've never seen you so simple and elegant."
Very useful. Mr. Li, your Sixth Realm cultivation is too strong. Only Sixth Realm sword cultivators have ever bullied Seventh Realm Qi practitioners. Where can a Sixth Realm Qi practitioner like you stand up to a Seventh Realm sword cultivator?
If this truth is spread, wouldn't I, Cao Jun, be laughed at by all the sword cultivators in the world?"
After experiencing the initial unfamiliarity, Li Xisheng now seems to have enough energy. He can even smile and say: "Maybe your reasoning is not high enough?"
Cao Jun nodded, convinced, so he said one word with a smile on his face, "Eight!"
The flying sword, like a flexible white fish, flew back toward its owner Cao Jun, and then hovered still. The flying sword instantly dimmed, and the dagger was just a dagger, without any sword energy flowing out, and it no longer had the brilliant aura it had before.
The cold sword intent that gave people a weird feeling before suddenly transformed into an upright one.
The flying sword disappeared out of thin air in an instant.
On a courtyard wall in the alley between the two of them, there were extremely fine marks, just a little bit of powder falling down.
Li Xisheng stretched out two fingers of his right hand and tried to grasp the dagger that was curved in an arc again.
Li Xisheng suddenly turned his head.
The next moment, Feijian drilled a hole in the high wall to the left of Li Xisheng.
The flying sword disappeared again.
But on Li Xisheng's left cheek, a drop of blood began to appear, and then gradually expanded into a blood mark more than an inch long.
As expected, it is just like the rumors, fighting with the sword cultivator, life and death are only on a thin line.
Li Xisheng thought silently in his heart, "So this is the eight, it is really powerful."
The reason why the sword cultivator's combat power is recognized as being the best among hundreds of Qi practitioners is that a well-maintained flying sword is sharp in its "point" and at most it can only be a line.
No matter how towering or majestic a mountain is, it is not difficult to drive a nail into a cliff or carve out a ravine.
They are also outliers among the Qi practitioners. Even the military monks who cultivate both the body and the spirit are not as efficient as sword cultivators in fighting with others.
No matter how many magical weapons you have, no matter how vast your magical powers are, I am a swordsman who pursues the goal of killing with one blow and defeating all magic with one sword.
Cao Jun always maintained a proud posture with one hand behind his back, and tapped the hilt of the long sword with the other hand, "A monastic genius like you must be someone whose family has high hopes, but he doesn't have a few treasures for self-defense? I don't believe it. I agreed in advance,
No matter what your purpose is, if you continue to hide it and don't want to make it public, someone will really die, because I'm afraid that I accidentally hit you too happily and won't be able to hold back, and you will definitely die with your eyes open."
Facing the enemy's cynicism, Li Xisheng was not angry, and his voice was still gentle and gentle, "Chen Ping'an, I may need to trouble you to retreat a little further. It would be best if you could retreat four or five feet away."
Cao Jun raised his hand and slapped his forehead vigorously, and said with aggrieved face: "In the face of a powerful enemy, you still talk nonsense leisurely. I am very angry."
There is a murderous intention hidden in the conversation and laughter of the young swordsman.
At the same time that Cao Jun slapped his forehead and made a sound, the flying sword was already under the cover of that sound, truly silent, and hit Li Xisheng's back vest.
Ding!
An ethereal and melodious sound resounded throughout Mud Bottle Alley.
Cao Jun was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "That's okay? Then I'm really rude."
A green bamboo leaf appeared behind Li Xisheng, resisting the assassination of the flying sword.
Ding ding ding ding…
In the alley, a series of similar movements sounded around Li Xisheng.
In addition to bamboo leaves, there are also peach leaves, willow leaves, locust leaves...
All kinds of leaves are green.
Cao Jun squinted at the battlefield.
Li Xisheng remained motionless, surrounded by high and low leaves, and the dagger named White Fish shuttled among them, constantly breaking the formation, but returning without success every time.
Although green leaves kept falling to the ground and turning yellow instantly, Cao Jun was really helpless because he roughly estimated that the scholar's leaves should be at least a hundred.
So Cao Jun was not in a good mood.
Does your family sell leaves? Even if you sell them, will anyone buy them?
Cao Jun didn't want to give up. He didn't believe that a small six-level Qi practitioner could last until the end. It was not easy to control so many leaves at the same time, and the mental effort required by the Qi practitioner was extremely considerable. So Cao Jun
Jun secretly told himself that although he could not win with force, he could barely survive as a sharpened sword. He wanted to see how long the scholar could hold on.
The short but sharp flying sword began to run rampant without restraint.
In the alley, leaves fell one after another, turning from green to yellow after falling to the ground.
Li Xisheng suddenly reminded him: "If we just keep fighting like this, we can fight until next year. Otherwise, you have already mentioned the principle of this sword, and how about the other one? If possible, it would be better to use the natal flying sword as well.
No matter what, let’s decide the winner first, because my friend still has to go on his way.”
Cao Jun's eyes suddenly widened and he finally stopped smiling, "Will you die if you don't brag?"
Li Xisheng sighed and stopped talking.
He just shook the remaining sleeve, and a lot of incredible things came out from the sleeve.
There are not many spring leaves left, but in addition, there are summer thunderbolts the size of fingernails, wisps of autumn wind no longer than fingers, and patches of winter snow the size of goose feathers.
The opponent has a sword that can defeat all enemies.
what to do?
Can I accumulate ten thousand and one methods?
So this young scholar named Li Xisheng, even though he has just reached the fifth level, he already has spring leaves, summer thunder, autumn wind, and winter snow, not to mention he also has many others.