Chapter 182 He has spring leaves, summer thunder, autumn wind, and winter snow

As the New Year approaches, the weather is cold and the ground is freezing, and the narrow dirt road in Mud Bottle Lane has become very hard.

Chen Pingan took a deep breath, looked at the tall figure, and shouted softly: "Brother Li."

Li Xisheng did not turn around, but smiled and said: "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 said with a smile: "Are you talking about the Great Li Imperial Court or the Imperial Court? Military strategist Ruan Qiong? If it's the former, I advise you to give up. If the Song family of Dali really has the guts, you won't be a coward. If it's Ruan Qiong, haha, let me give it a try. Let's wait and see."

Cao Jun looked at the handsome scholar in green shirt. Compared to his own appearance, he was really young. This made Cao Jun a little unhappy. He raised his thumb. Holding the hilt of the dagger at his waist, "Do you really want to fight? It's a bit of a loss. Just admit it. Maybe you'll find it's a blessing in disguise later."

Li Xisheng smiled and said: "Since you said your truth, It’s all in the scabbard, so I can listen to it.”

“I heard that Lizhu Cave Heaven was forbidden to use magic before, but now the Cave Heaven is shattered and falling. In just one year, you have already reached the middle five realms. Very soon. Not bad."

Cao Jun looked appreciative, but quickly shook his head and said: "What a pity."

Li Xisheng held out a hand, "Please." p>

Cao Jun couldn't help laughing and said: "A frog in a well doesn't know how high the sky is. Since we are not counting on a battle of life and death, I will suppress the realm to save you from losing 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 smile The young swordsman groaned, his momentum suddenly changed, and the narrow alleys echoed with his subsequent words, "Honest!"

A brilliant white light exploded, and the sword energy spread wildly, instantly filling the entire place. Cao Jun's figure was so fast that his blurry figure blended into the alleys and was difficult to detect. It made people mistakenly think that it was like a mountain stream after a heavy rain, using the alleys as the river bed and rushing towards the downstream. Li Xisheng and his party.

In the vast expanse of white, among the menacing sword energy flowing in the water, a more condensed snow-white light can be vaguely seen, like a white fish swimming quietly in the stream.

The flow of water is stagnant.

Li Xisheng seemed to be in no 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, holding the fingers of his left hand together in front of him.

At the critical moment, the white fish was caught.

The white fish turns over and rolls.

The blade twisted accordingly.

Li Xisheng had no choice but to retreat. Cao Jun stepped closer and punched Li Xisheng's neck with the hand holding the sword.

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 openly, with one hand behind his back and the other in an extremely elegant manner.

Li Xisheng stopped retreating and turned pale. Although Cao Jun was a sword cultivator, his powerful and heavy movements were not inferior to those of a pure martial artist at the peak of the Five Realms. He was a sword cultivator and military strategist. The terrifying thing is that both refining Qi and tempering the body are the same, so Li Xisheng didn't feel comfortable after being hit like this. The flow of Qi in the body must be affected to a certain extent.

In Li Xisheng's big sleeve that held Cao Jun's flying sword, there was a continuous banging sound, and then there was a subtle tearing sound of silk, and then strands of snow-white sword light came from the gaps. seeping out between them.

The hands of Li Xisheng, who has everything in his sleeves, are either curved like a bow or straight like a sword and halberd. He quickly pinches out a Taoist secret and silently recites one word in his heart: "Suppress!"

The cuffs, which were already tight 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 instantly shattered, and the sword light shook 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 and the purple energy emitted by Li Xisheng struck each other, making a clear sound of gold and stone. They were densely packed and shocking. Human eardrum.

So much so that the high wall on one side of 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 slightly, and he said jokingly: “It’s interesting. There are thousands of Taoist techniques, and I’ve seen no less than 200 of them. It’s really interesting. I've never seen something so simple and easy to use like yours. Mr. Li, your Sixth Realm cultivation is too strong. Only Sixth Realm sword cultivators have ever bullied Seventh Realm Qi Practitioners. How can there be Sixth Realm Qi Practitioners like you? If the truth about the sword cultivator of the Seventh Realm spreads out, I, Cao Jun, will be laughed at by all the sword cultivators in the world."

After experiencing the initial unfamiliarity, Li Xisheng now seems to be very mature. Yu Li could 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 towards the owner Cao Jun. Go back, and then hover still, the flying sword instantly dimmed, the dagger was just a dagger, without any sword energy flowing out, and it no longer had the brilliant momentum before.

The cold sword intent that gave people a weird feeling before has 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, trying 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 a drop of blood began to appear on Li Xisheng's left cheek, and then gradually expanded into a blood mark more than an inch long.

As expected, it was just like the rumors. Fighting with the sword cultivator, life and death were 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 can be recognized as the best among hundreds of Qi practitioners lies in one The sharpness of a well-maintained flying sword lies in its "point" and at most it is 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 soul are not as efficient as sword cultivators in fighting with others.

As much as you have thousands of magic weapons and vast magical powers, I, a sword cultivator, pursue a fatal blow and defeat 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 don't have a few treasures for self-defense? I I don’t believe it. I told you in advance that no matter what your purpose is, if you continue to hide it and don’t want to make it public, you will really die, because I’m afraid that I will accidentally hit you too happily and I won’t be able to hold back. You will definitely die with your eyes open."

Faced with 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 further. If you can retreat to four or five feet. Outside, it's the best."

Cao Jun raised his hand and slapped his forehead hard, and said with aggrieved face: "I am very angry that you are still talking nonsense in the face of a powerful enemy."

There is a murderous intention hidden in the young swordsman's chat and laughter.

At the same time that Cao Jun slapped his forehead with his hand and made a sound, the flying sword was already covered by that sound, truly silent, and hit Li Xisheng's back vest.

Ding!

A ethereal and melodious sound resounded throughout Mud Bottle Alley.

Cao Jun was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "Is this okay? Then IBut you're so welcome. ”

A green bamboo leaf appeared behind Li Xisheng, resisting the assassination of the flying sword.

Ding ding ding ding...

In the alley, Li Xisheng There was a series of similar sounds all around.

In addition to bamboo leaves, there were also peach leaves, willow leaves, locust leaves...

All kinds of leaves were green. >Cao Jun narrowed his eyes and stared 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 He returned in vain every time.

Although green leaves kept falling to the ground and suddenly turned yellow, Cao Jun was really helpless because he roughly estimated that the scholar had at least a hundred leaves.

So Cao Jun is not in a good mood.

Your family sells leaves, right?

Cao Jun doesn’t want to back down. , he didn't believe that a small six-level Qi practitioner could hold on 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 secretly told himself. He could not win without force, but he could just treat it as a battle of sharpening his strength. He wanted to see how long the scholar could hold on.

The short but sharp flying sword began to act unscrupulously.

In the alley, fallen leaves turned from green to yellow after falling to the ground.

Li Xisheng suddenly reminded: "If we just keep fighting like this, we can get it." next year. Otherwise, you have already talked about the principles of this sword, and now you want to talk about the other one? If possible, use the natal flying sword as well. No matter what, let's decide the winner first. Because my friend has to go on his way. "

Cao Jun suddenly widened his eyes and 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 flakes of summer thunder the size of a fingernail, wisps of autumn wind no longer than a finger, and patches of winter snow the size of goose feathers. .

The opponent has a sword that can defeat ten thousand methods.

Can I accumulate ten thousand and one methods?