Chen Ping'an went all the way to the south to dig the formation alone. Wherever he went, spells and spiritual weapons poured down, and bursts of heavy rain fell.
Then Chen Ping'an finally encountered a tough opponent. He was a short man wearing a bright red chainmail. He also wore a purple gold crown with phoenix wings and two extremely long feathers of a long-tailed pheasant. , just like the fancy costumes on the market stage in the world.
Anyone who dares to be so arrogant on the battlefield of the Sword Qi Great Wall must not be afraid of death, but must also have the qualifications to not be afraid of death. This demon monk is extremely fast, almost shrinking the ground, and in the blink of an eye, he has gone from Several miles away, he came to Chen Pingan's side, punched directly through the strong fist that protected Chen Pingan's body, and hit Chen Pingan's temple, sending Chen Pingan flying dozens of feet away.
Chen Pingan slapped the ground with his palm, spun around, and stood up. The latter followed him like a shadow, exchanging punches with Chen Pingan.
The two sides slid out almost at the same time, plowing a ravine up to the knees on the ground. The latter shook the wrist of his right hand that punched, pulled off a feather with two fingers of his left hand, and spoke, It was actually the dialect of Jianqi Great Wall, "Are you the new Yinguan? Wufu has traveled far away? His fists are not light. No wonder he lost to Cao Ci three times and defeated Yu Xuanfu three times."
He raised his head He raised his right hand and signaled the encircling monster army to retreat, leaving the battlefield to himself and the young hidden officer of the Sword Qi Great Wall.
Chen Pingan stretched out his thumb, wiped away the bloodshot eyes from the corner of his mouth, and then rubbed one temple with his palm. The strength was really strong. His opponent should be a mountain top realm, a warrior realm of the demon clan. The advantage of innate physical toughness makes them less fussy. It's just that a ninth-level martial artist with a martial destiny shouldn't risk his death like this. No matter what he wears or punches, his opponents are too "indifferent".
Chen Pingan soon understood, and rarely spoke to the enemy on the battlefield, "Are you the strongest eighth-level martial artist in the wild world? Are you looking for an opportunity to break through the realm and gain martial luck?"
The short man let go of the quill in his hand, bounced it up, nodded and smiled, "How about it? Let's have a fist fight? If I say that no one will interfere, you won't believe me. I guess I can’t control some sneaky sword cultivators, it doesn’t matter, as long as you nod, in the next martial arts fight, anyone who hinders me from punching, including you, will be my enemy, so I will kill them all.”
Chen Pingan stretched out his hand, pointed to the Sword Qi Great Wall, and said with a smile: "There is a senior from the Nine Realms in the city who taught me boxing. You can go over there and ask about boxing."
p>The short man's eyes were gloomy and he was extremely sincere, but this young hermit official who was now famous was very dishonest.
Chen Pingan said: "Finally, let me have a few words with you. As a martial artist, no matter who he loses to, even if he is Cao Ci, he cannot be said to be honored even if he loses. If he loses, he will lose. So. It can be seen that the strongest Far Traveling Realm martial artist in the wild world, regardless of whether he has a strong fist or not, is really not very good in terms of his courage and heart. If you get the word "strongest" and reach the ninth realm, you will be great. It’s a joke.”
The dialogue between the two parties was actually meaningless.
It's just that their calculations are not small. The short man pretended to be heroic and wanted to challenge Chen Ping'an alone. He just wanted to use the young Yin Guan as a stepping stone in martial arts. Once the situation was broken, in addition to the martial arts gifts from the wild world, there would also be You can seize a piece of the martial arts heritage of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
As for Chen Pingan, of course he is secretly looking for the number one Hundred Sword Immortal in the wild world. The saints of the three religions have created the golden river twice before. Chen Pingan went out to fight in the city twice and fought with each other. The exchanges and the fights seemed to come to an end, and neither of them used their full strength, but the details were intertwined. Whoever made a mistake in a certain link first would die, and the death method was destined to not be so generous and heroic, but just It makes the low-level sword cultivator watching the battle feel baffled.
The short man seemed to have lost his interest in scheming, and gently teased the gravel on the ground with his boots, "I'm done standing and chatting. I'll give you a chance to lie down and talk later. By the way, my name is Hou Kui." Door."
Chen Pingan put one hand behind his back, turned his head slightly, stretched out his finger, and pointed at his temple, indicating that he could punch him again.
I suddenly had an idea, let’s give it a try.
The prerequisite for giving it a try is to let the other party try it first.
Hou Kuimen will naturally not be polite.
After Hou Kuimen punched out, he hesitated for a moment and did not pursue the victory. He just stood there and looked at the young man who was sent flying by his punch.
The young man who did not dodge or fight back at all stomped on the ground, stopped, and looked at Hou Kuimen with a smile, with a slight sarcasm in his expression.
Hou Kuimen was just worried about fraud, so he withdrew his strength.
A young hidden official who was famous for his calculations in the 60th Army would not be stupid enough to be beaten to death by himself.
So after the punch was successful, there was a trace of regret. If the punch was not a test, but delivered with all his strength, would the young man still be standing now?
But why did the other party get punched by me?
Chen Pingan pointed to his heart and said, "Punch again."
Hou Kuimen raised his arms and twisted the feathers with two fingers respectively. He was dressed in bright red. The chainmail, the purple gold crown and the two shining feathers are not ordinary mountain artifacts, but a set of ancient military treasures, but their appearance has changed after refining. The rank of the semi-immortal soldier, capable of both offense and defense, is called a sword cage. It can detain the flying sword of the sword immortal for a moment. Once the sword immortal without his flying sword is close to him, he will obediently compete with his Hou Kuimen for physical strength.
Hou Kuimen let go of the two feathers, and in a flash, he came to the martial artist of his generation who wanted to die. He punched out, and then the young Yinguan fell into the distance.
Chen Pingan stood up, spit out a mouthful of blood, glanced at Hou Kuimen, and cursed in the dialect of his hometown town.
Originally, I planned to ask this eighth-level martial artist to help me break the seventh-level bottleneck. I never thought that Hou Kuimen would punch twice, but both times were too slow. This made him accustomed to the Lion Peak in Luzhou, Beiju. The weight of Li Er's fistChen Ping'an felt like he had been scratched twice in the face by a woman in vain.
In today's Sword Qi Great Wall, there is a fair saying, look at the young hidden
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Officials beat people, or Watching him get beaten is a feast for the eyes.
The expression on Hou Kuimen’s face was complicated.
Chen Pingan asked in the elegant language of the wild world: "Are you going to kill Yin Guan to achieve meritorious service, or are you going to fight with a martial artist to break through the realm?!"
Hou Kuimen took a deep breath In one breath, he tapped his fists gently once and said in a deep voice: "For the last punch, if you don't die, I will lose. Chen Ping'an, I know you also want something, it doesn't matter, it just depends on who has better boxing skills! This time Just fight back."
Chen Pingan frowned.
Vaguely, Hou Kuimen's majestic fist energy condensed a vague atmosphere around him, like a saint sitting in a small world.
In his early years at Shujian Lake, when he traveled with Zhang Qing of Qingxia Island, Chen Pingan found that he could vaguely see some signs.
Chen Pingan shook his sleeves, rolled up his sleeves and stretched them gently.
A moment.
On the battlefield where the young Yinguan and Hou Kuimen were standing, dust was flying, covering the sky and the sun.
The wind and sand in the sky are mixed with fine fists that are shooting out in all directions, chaotically like thousands of tiny flying swords.
In an instant, the earth trembled and the wind and sand scattered. I saw Hou Kuimen covering his neck with one hand, blood seeping from between his fingers, making a fist with the other hand, and looking around.
Finally, Hou Kuimen saw a demon monk behind him. The young hidden official stabbed the sword cultivator's back vest with the dagger in his left hand, and then lightly touched his neck with the dagger in his right hand.
Hou Kuimen could no longer speak smoothly and said vaguely: "Chen Ping'an, as a hidden official, I have personally experienced your skills, but as a pure martial artist, it is really disappointing, so disappointing to me. "Disappointed."
It turns out that the young Yinguan punched Hou Kuimen before, but he pulled out a knife from his sleeve and stabbed directly into the latter's neck from bottom to top. Not only that, he punched Hou Kuimen with his left hand. Slapping the handle of the knife, if Hou Kuimen hadn't stepped heavily on the ground, straightened his body, and then retreated a few steps, he would have almost had his lips and tongue broken by the sharp blade, and then his head would have been stabbed through on the spot by the tip of the knife.
If he were a pure martial artist in the world, without the support of his natural tough body, he would be seriously injured and would definitely be unable to speak a word.
Chen Pingan gently pushed away the body of the dead swordsman in front of him, focused his voice into a line, and smiled with Hou Kuimen: "You have punched three times, which one is consistent with pure martial arts?" If your first punch is pure enough, I won't mind exchanging three punches with you. Maybe we can break through each other. That's the real difference between who lives and who dies. It only depends on the level of the punch."
When Chen Pingan appeared, a large area of empty space was vacated on the battlefield.
The young hidden official held the short knife in both hands, gently released it, and then held it gently.
This is a little habit I learned from Yu Lu.
As for holdingThe sword posture is a sword posture seen in Jianshui Villa in Shushui Kingdom. In fact, in the world under the mountain, assassin swordsmen also did this, but in Chen Pingan's eyes, it was not meaningful enough and was just a deadbeat.
After all, Hou Kuimen only knew the young Yin Guan and had no idea about Chen Ping'an's fighting habits.
When he started to drag his feet, he must be pursuing some back-up plan.
Otherwise, all words will only be spoken after the separation of life and death.
Hou Kuimen did not retreat, and his fist power increased instead of decreasing, which was very good.
Chen Pingan put away the pair of swords obtained from the assassins of Gelu Mountain in Beiju Luzhou and put them into his sleeves and stood still.
I don’t know what secret technique Hou Kuimen cast. The blood around his neck stopped flowing and his arms drooped, motionless.
This is the state of mind that a true martial artist should have.
After that, wherever the two figures go, they will inevitably affect a large area of pond fish.
The two pure warriors, each at the bottleneck of martial arts, were like two flying swords, cutting the battlefield wantonly, leaving broken limbs and corpses all over the ground.
Hou Kuimen's punches became more and more "brisk", but his punches became more and more intense.
Fistes and fists all have the rudiments of the martial arts of the Nine Realms. This is a great opportunity to break through the realm.
For some reason, the young Yin Guan was already recognized as a swordsman, but he never used his flying sword. He didn't even use any of the long swords in the sword box behind his back.
Far away from the battlefield, a "middle-aged man" who was a comrade of the young Yin Guan seemed to be swarmed by the monster army, rushing toward the Sword Qi Great Wall. I have been paying attention to the fight between Chen Pingan and Hou Kuimen, and I have roughly seen some clues. I am hesitant to mess up Chen Pingan's plan.
But when he glanced at several directions and found that the distance was not close, he gave up the attack and stopped competing with the talented Jiashen tent.
Hou Kuimen was covered in blood and flesh, he was a dignified martial artist at the top of the Eighth Realm, and he was wearing a lot of treasures. It was unbelievable that he could be reduced to such a mess after a boxing contest with a junior martial artist who was clearly a different level.
Hou Kuimen, whose face was stained with blood, suddenly stood still, lowered his head and chuckled, greatly pleased, then raised his head and stared at the young man who also suddenly withdrew his fist.
Hou Kuimen seems to be saying, when I am in the Ninth Realm and my martial arts is close to me, I will hit you, the bottleneck of the Golden Body Realm, which is really unreasonable, and it will be my turn to be unreasonable. , no matter how messy your plan is, can you still succeed? Can you still leave this battlefield alive? If you have the ability, Chen Pingan can also break through? !
This time when I asked about boxing, I was clearly at a higher level, but I was at a disadvantage. The crux was not that Hou Kuimen was not physically strong enough, nor that he was weak in boxing. The key was that Chen Ping'an seemed to have no idea about the way to box.
At this moment, Hou Kuimen saw Chen Ping'an looking like he was facing a formidable enemy. He didn't seem to be faking it, but just felt happy. He had been practicing boxing and breaking through every time in his life. It seemed that he had never been so happy and happy. Chen Ping'an, Help me break through the situation today, and leave his whole body later. The premise is that youAfter reaching the ninth realm, the young man's body could withstand the punches thrown out without being dismembered!
The martial arts from the wild world came through the sky, descended on the battlefield, and rushed towards Hou Kuimen crazily.
Chen Pingan smiled knowingly and finally arrived.
Hou Kuimen’s fist is too light to break his own bottleneck. At most, it can help him overcome a few key points
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< p>The muscles and bones are just the icing on the cake.Because he was worried that it would affect the subsequent battle, many fists from the Nine Realms went straight to the key Qi Palace. Once they hit his body, Chen Ping'an was not afraid of being injured. He was afraid that the punch would turn the world upside down in his body, so Chen Pingan Ping An couldn't hold it all, he had to remove most of it. Hou Kuimen was happy to punch, but Chen Ping'an was not happy at all to fight with him.
It doesn’t matter, Chen Ping’an has experience in repelling martial arts, and he did it more than once in the old Dragon City.
What's more, Chen Ping'an has endured the catastrophe twice. He has done it in Suijia City in Luzhou, Beiju, and in the Sword Qi Great Wall against Ren Lizhen.
Chen Pingan stood on his toes, straight up from the ground, and went straight to the sky. He did not throw any punches, but just kept climbing high, as if he was going to the highest point of the sky before he stopped. Although he did not throw any punches, he was Yunzheng Daze's fist style welcomes those streaks of white rainbow martial arts from the wild world.
The "middle-aged man" stopped, looked up, and said to himself: "Can martial arts be stolen? Can business be done like this?"
Because of that The young Yin official didn't know what strange means he used, but he directly pulled all the martial arts white rainbows and lifted them into the sky together, making the young man soar like a white rainbow.
The existence of martial arts in the world is extremely illusory. Otherwise, even the Chinese Confucian Temple in the vast world would not be able to stop and intercept this thing, so that they can only let it go. The genius martial artist in the Nine Continent Territory flow between.
In the wild world, even Tuoyue Mountain cannot restrain this matter.
The most embarrassing situation is naturally that of Hou Kuimen, who has never come close to the martial arts.
Hou Kuimen's knees were slightly bent, and he also went to high altitudes, chasing the figure of Chen Pingan, 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 considers himself a swordsman still did not attack Chen Pingan with a sword. He did not pay attention to any rules and morals. He and Chen Pingan fought in the same way. Every time he took action, so that every time Exchanging injuries with an opponent is like a business that requires every dollar to be compared.
This young swordsman, who surpassed all the geniuses of Lizhen and Zhuji in the Hundred Sword Immortal Genealogy, had somehow sensed a trace of the true meaning of the Great Dao.
If you draw a sword at this moment, even if you can succeed, it will only be more gain than loss in terms of your own Dao, because in this life, you will be provoked by the invisible force of heaven and earth.
If he were a pure martial artist, it would be a good thing to sharpen his martial arts. However, it is a pity that he is a swordsman after all.
No!
That Chen Ping’an’s boxing spiritand motives are all false.
He suddenly stretched out his right hand and pulled a long sword directly from the hands of a demon swordsman not far away. With a slight shock, the sword shattered into dozens of fragments, and at the same time, his left wrist flipped , forcibly blasting several veins in the palm of his hand with his own sword energy. After the blood seeped out, he wiped the fragments of the sword body with one stroke. The young swordsman used one of the many tricks to suppress the situation. With a wave of his sleeve, the fragments were ignited. Shoot high into the sky, straight towards Hou Kui Gate.
Almost at the same time, Hou Kuimen's eyes flashed. The figure that was more than a hundred feet away first used a Shrinking Talisman, and then used the two refining flying swords of Pine Needle and Ke Lei as traction. .
Holding a knife in both hands, he stabbed Hou Kuimen in the cheek with one knife, across the entire cheek, and stabbed Hou Kuimen in the heart with one blow. He then used the Shukchi Talisman and his figure disappeared instantly.
The next moment, fragments of long swords were hovering around Hou Kuimen, like a pocket sword formation, protecting this warrior demon who was in the eighth or ninth realm.
If they hadn't arrived, Chen Pingan would have been able to cut off half of Hou Kuimen's head.
Hou Kuimen gritted his teeth. After being stabbed twice, the "flying" figure stagnated slightly and continued to fly high into the sky. Those martial arts were dragged higher by the young hidden officer. at.
After confirming that Hou Kuimen's life was safe, those long sword fragments disappeared in a flash and returned to the "middle-aged man".
The two pure warriors broke through two vast seas of clouds.
The first floor is only slightly higher than the top of the Sword Qi Great Wall, and the sea of clouds higher up is far higher than the top of the city.
Suddenly hovering above the sea of clouds, Chen Ping'an frowned again, but this time, he was not acting with the Hou Kuimen.
But I really noticed a hint of conspiracy that was not right.
The martial fortunes at higher places are absolutely true.
Although Hou Kuimen didn't know why the young Yin Guan stopped, after breaking through the sea of clouds, he still relied on the wind control realm to approach those martial arts that were wandering like dragons.
After Chen Pingan thought for a moment, he gave up all his previous plans, fell into the sea of clouds, and returned to the earth.
Hou Kuimen must openly accept the martial arts that should belong to them. Above the sea of clouds, the sun shines brightly, and Hou Kuimen is like a god.
In just an instant, Hou Kuimen's eyes turned dark. After struggling for a moment, he actually started to follow Chen Ping'an, and at the same time, he led the martial arts to fall to the earth.
Martial luck crashed into Hou Kuimen's body, and Hou Kuimen, who had reached the ninth realm, rushed towards Chen Ping'an.
Chen Pingan changed his retreat trajectory three times, but still couldn't escape.
On the ground, an astonishingly large crater appeared, as if the flying sword of the Sword Immortal had exploded.
Kuimen, the martial arts master of the Nine Realms, and his martial arts fortune were all shattered.
In Jia Shen Zhang, the five sword fairy embryos from the wild world no longer concealed their whereabouts, and all appeared on the edge of the pit, each occupying one side.
The bamboo basket is away from the truth, the rain is four, the flow is white, and the beach is white.
The middle-aged man sighed, hid his figure, and left.
It turned out that the great demon on the throne, using his natal magical power, possessed Hou Kuimen, who was about to be destroyed, and directly sacrificed a confirmed martial artist of the Nine Realms in exchange for the serious injury of the young hermit official Chen Ping'an. ?
The bamboo basket said: "Be careful, it's a trap."
A smiling voice sounded in the hearts of everyone at the same time: "How is it possible."
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