On the quiet street, the old people reunited.

Hovering over a flying sword, standing with the color of the child's Yu Zhenyi, the sword under the light is like a glass, the color is smooth.

The leader of the Hushan School, the leader of the world, the martial arts to the peak, resolutely gave everything to practice the method of the fairy family, and finally the gods who went further.

Finally, after the first sound of the yak mountain, he appeared in the capital.

Leaving the capital outside the capital, the yak mountain that knocked on the Tiangu and the flying land, the first person I saw was the brother of life and death in the past, and the teacher of Nanyuan Guoguo was autumn.

Autumn seems to have long expected Yu Zhenyi to block himself. Not surprisingly, instead of stopping, he continued to move forward until he was only 20 steps away.

Qiu Xiaowen asked: "Is the jade bamboo fan ready? With it as the treasure of the future Hushan faction, will it feel too soft?"

Just like the enthusiasm between ordinary friends.

Just like the wind and snow night, can you drink a cup?

Yu Zhenyi asked: "It has been three times, why?"

This is to ask the sin of the teacher.

The autumn asked: "I asked why I saved Lu Hao, why did I help that Chen Ping?"

Yu Zhenyi, who broke through the body of the child, is as dark as the dark eyes of the deep pool, and it is obviously a real fire.

Yu Zhenyi does not speak, but the flying sword at the foot connected with the owner's mind, the brilliance overflows, more and more magnificent and charming, like a glass of earth from the heavens.

In the autumn, I saw the fairy sword at the foot of Yu Yu’s true intentions. I took back my sight and looked at myself: "Did you know the answer long ago?"

Yu Zhenyi sighed slightly, and his heart was filled with some memories.

This is not Yu Zhen’s heart, but it’s the end of the matter. Since the autumn has been so many years, I still have to obsess, and he has to be hard-pressed.

On the rivers and lakes, what Yu Zhenren and the national teacher said, in the early years, they broke for a stunned woman who killed the country and the people. It was too small to marry them.

At that time, the two men had just made a name for themselves on the rivers and lakes. It was also because of the encounter with a monk, the two brothers parted ways.

At that time, Yu Zhenyi was determined to kill the immortal, but he thought that sin would not die, and the risk was too great. He did not need to be desperate, but Yu Zhenyi still went alone, assassinating the immortal, at the turn of life and death, is a species Autumn suddenly appeared, and Yu Zhenyi blocked a deadly sword. Then, as Ding Ying said to them in Nanyuan, after the immortal was killed, he dropped two opportunities from him. The secret of the fairy, a glass sword that is invincible.

In the midst of heavy rain, Yu Zhenyi held the golden jade book that I didn’t know what kind of material, a sword, and shouted.

The autumn is gone.

Yu Zhenyi gently throws away the immortal sabre, saying that the two brothers can live together to die, but also to be rich. In the future, the rules of the world, whether it is the height of the temple or the distance between the rivers and lakes, you will love to read in autumn. It’s up to you to make it. I really want to be immortal, and I have become a fairy tales. I will help you to protect them. I want to teach all the immortals in the world to bow down and listen to them.

In the autumn, he did not wait for Yu Zhenyi to finish his speech. He just left, letting the valuable weapon of the city fall into the mud, letting Yu Zhenyi’s words speak out, dissipating the rain and the earth.

Liu Zong, the sharpener, left the already ruined street, crossed the corner, and saw this scene from afar. He suddenly hesitated and hesitated. He still moved forward slowly, neither flinching nor waiting for an opportunity to escape.

Liu Zong believes that the young man said that he believes that the "children" of Yu Jian in front of him, a Yu Dazhen who should have fought with the Ding Lao Mo for eight hundred rounds, will be determined to intercept the autumn that was once a friend.

The reason why I believe it is because the young 谪仙人, can actually let the autumn take the initiative to feed the boxing, help to consolidate a certain realm, in order to better cope with the next big battle.

The kind of autumn is a human being, and I never do what I want. I have rules and regulations.

Is the autumn a hypocrite of a sacred appearance, or is it a strategist who seeks the country to seek the world? No, Liu Zong has been in Nanyuan Guojing City for so many years, how to plant a national teacher, Liu Zongyi is clear and clear, is the real Wensheng Wu Zongshi, both of which are both integrated and integrated, will be the world of foreigners The peak, with one's own strength, went up again, and for the sake of the righteousness and evil, the autumn was extremely thorough. Several times the paradox of the court and the rivers and lakes commented on the downturn of the capital, it should have been killed, and people are happy. Also save the effort and effort, but all the autumn is quietly closed, the treatment is called a Zhongzheng peace, let Liu Zong, who is watching the cold eyes, have to show their thumbs and praise the true hero.

So when the young man said that he was "the same person".

Liu Zong decided without hesitation, and the sharp knife in the sleeve was drawn.

In addition to the intention of the gas, but also for their own efforts.

To be honest, no one is curious about Yu Qiyi and the strange relationship of autumn.

Liu Zong, the sharpener, is no exception. He wants to know that he is on the side of the satin shop, talking to the wife and the little lady, talking about the chickens and garlic in the neighborhood. I heard that the old man is gray, who is the niece? Liu Widow often has a cat in the house at night. Which man sneaked into the hook, spent his savings, and the daughter-in-law was hanging. These parents were short, and Liu Zong talked more than the woman.

Liu Zong's hand in the sleeve, clenched the sharpening knife.

I haven't asked the night owl of Liu Widow's family. Who is it? You can't die here today!

Besides, those who are expected to become self-proclaimed and close disciples have observed the results for so many years.

The autumn child who looked at the sword and stopped on the sword, sighed softly: "Yu Zhenyi, have you ever thought about it, you are now different from those who are immortals, but if you have been on this road Going on, sooner or later, you are them. One day, there will be another Zhao Zhenyi and Ma Zhenyi to kill you. They feel that they are killing."

Yu Zhenyi shook his head. "You don't know about the autumn. The land that has soared is still the Yak Mountain, but the number has changed. It is no longer ten people, but only three people, but these three people are qualified. From the real history of Huanhuafudi, select five, three and one person separately, and fly together and leave, but these nine people may become a vassal, and my calculations have been promoted. Ding Ying, I, Zhou Fei, will be The chance is the biggest to finally fly three people."

After Yu Zhenyi, he will finally be on the list of ten people, and he will give it to the autumn.

There is no Lu Hao and Tong Qingqing.

A kind of autumn directly asked a most critical question, frowning: "You want to leave?"

Yu Zhenyi shook his head and said: "Of course I won't. Before the third drum sounds, I won't board the Yak Mountain. I will give up the flying opportunity automatically, just like the madman Zhu Zong, but he is going to be the second time. Flying, and I, to prove to you, that the killing of the immortal, I really want to be true, you are wrong in the autumn, I want this world, I am a day in the world, a stable day, you plant the autumn seam Make up, it makes no sense."

This is a big deal, but Yu Zhenyi said it was an understatement.

A kind of autumn smile: "The difference is different."

Yu Zhenyi said slowly: "You still have the last chance to join forces with me to kill the immortal Zhou Fei, Ding Ying will not stop. By then you will be able to live to the end, as to whether you choose to go to the Yakushi Mountain day Flying up, with you."

Asked in autumn: "The rest of the list, Liu Zong, Arm San Cheng Yuanshan, North Jin Guolong Wuda General Tang Tieyi, King Kong Temple Yunniu. Who is going to kill? Is you Yu Zhenyi, or Ding Ying? These people can Not a fairy."

It seems that the two have been talking to the ducks and the ducks.

Yu Zhenyi was furious. "Other people say this stupid thing. I am only a village woman. I am too lazy to care about it! You planted the autumn body as the Nanyuan Guoguo teacher. Do you not know how the world will not die?"

I smiled and nodded. "I naturally know that I have done a lot of things for the Nanyuan country in these years. But I am just asking you Yu Zhenyi, not asking what the millennium has not changed, not asking this. In the world, it is not the sacred land of the immortals. I am just asking you, Yu Zhenyi of Songlan County, Songlan County.

Yu Zhenyi sneered and said: "You must be stubborn. You have been a virtue in this autumn. You have read more books, practiced more punches, and are still stinky stones in the pit."

The autumn smiled. "You Yu Zhenyi has changed a lot."

Liu Zong was shocked.

He was really afraid to plant a fall and promised to come down. In turn, he joined forces with Yu Zhenyi. The four people on the list, including him, are not like killing chickens. Besides Yu Zhenyi has entered the country, let alone the autumn or the Nanyuan. The national head snake, even if he Liu Zong and Cheng Yuanshan, Tang Tieyi, Yun Mu monk join hands, there is still no chance of winning.

Fortunately, the autumn is not the kind of national teacher who makes Liu Zongxin admire!

The autumn looked up and looked at the direction of my hometown. I was a little sad. "I have said so much, you really want to, but I want to kill myself and kill me. This point has never changed."

Yu Zhenyi stood on the flying sword,

I didn't turn my head in autumn, and laughed loudly: "Liu Zong! In this Beijing master, I have been a neighbor for so many years. I have never been to the door. I don't despise you as a sharpener. The gentleman's friendship is as light as water. I planted a fist in the autumn. You are on the sidelines, if there is a disparity in winning and losing, you can run Liu Zong and go straight to the cloud mud monk, don't feel embarrassed!"

The sharp-knife Liu Zongyi stunned and muttered: "Niang Niang, it is a kind of national teacher, this is a slap in the face of my old man, Shutan!"

Friends with wonderful people, such as drunken alcohol, how can be awake.

Liu Zong, who is not afraid of death, never seeks death. He steps out in one step, and dies when he dies.

Yu Zhenyi leaned forward slightly, gently floating out, his feet gently falling on the street, waving his sleeves forward, whispered: "Go."

Behind the sword, the sword is clear like a glazed ray of light, draws a huge arc, breaks the wall, and then breaks into the wall, slams into the street, just reappears in this street, just around the country to plant autumn, straight Liu Zong, the sharpener who rushed behind him.

Yu Zhenyi walked leisurely, leisurely forward, raised his hands and shook, and then placed behind him, smiled and said: "Autumn, you are not known as the world's first hand, come, I will not fight back, you just punch ""

Nodded in autumn, and then suddenly asked: "Can you go out of town?"

Yu Zhenyi smiled and said: "You don't have to worry about innocence and innocence when you are a big country teacher. You don't have that skill at all."

Autumn is a dumb smile.

This guy, Xiu Xian asked in the end, turned into a small doll with a big tone, he really wants to teach the so-called immortal magical.

After Yu Zhenyi’s hands were negative, he indicated that he could make a punch in the autumn.

Not only that, but he also has a toe on his toes, hovering in the air, and being flush with the autumn body, it is actually convenient to plant autumn punches!

Autumn is not annoyed about this, I feel ridiculed, but it looks more and more dignified.

A fist is handed out.

The autumn fists stayed in front of Yu Zhenyi’s childish face.

That punch can only move forward in an inch, extremely slow.

Like an old man climbing, it is difficult.

Between the two, just three feet, it is the difference between heaven and earth.

Yu Zhenyi, who was behind his hands, shook his head slightly, his eyes full of pity. "I didn't want to plant autumn, but it was so."

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Until Ding Ying appeared, it was necessary to make a conclusion for this chaos. The powder Jinang Ma Xuan still did not move. Even if several masters such as Tang Tieyi, Cheng Yuanshan and Zhou Fei left, Ma Xuan still lay in the same place.

This is the case with rivers and lakes. The depth of the water is shallow and can drown people. Moreover, the old saying goes, the good travellers are jealous.

This life of Ma Xuan is actually worth a lot of money. It should have been far more than five hundred and two gold. In the martial arts of Huanfufudi, these golds can only buy second-rate masters, or the life of a county guardian.

It seems that I got rid of the danger of being trapped in the encirclement. I only confronted the old man in the lotus crown, but only one person, but Chen Ping’s palms ooze sweat, and have nothing to do with courage and mood. It’s pure after Ding Ying’s appearance, killing the machine too. Too strong, distress is a person's instinct, but if it can meet the difficulties, it is the real martial arts.

How difficult it is to deal with Ding Ying, just need to look at the Feijian fifteen between his fingers, you will understand.

Ding Ying smiled and said: "This is what the immortal people call the sacred flying sword? Very fresh stuff, it should be the first time it appears on the map of the 福花福地, and it is rare to enter here with a complete body and soul. No wonder you will get so many accidents, but it doesn't matter, because I have a baby in the flower garden."

Chen Pingan said nothing, spit out a sigh of gas, and put out a cloud-flowing Daze-style boxing.

Ding Ying looked around, the right hand and **** continued to shackle the beautiful flying sword with the green and Ying Ying, and then explored the left hand forward. "After chatting about the day, it should be done. I will try to kill you with one hand."

Ding Ying squinted at Chen Ping’s fist box and shook his head. “Is it a good idea to change a boxing that is good for offensive. I still hope to see some martial arts that are bright and bright, otherwise I will take the lead. Just like your previous boxing that knocked back the land and planted autumn, you will have no power to fight back."

Ding Ying smiled and waved at Chen Pingan. "You have only hit ten punches at most, and you can certainly have more. I am very curious. Can I have a few punches at most? You can safely make it out, I have received it!"

Chen Pingguo really changed the boxing frame of the gods and drums, and the momentum suddenly changed from the mountain city to the tide iron ride.

Ding Ying smiled and nodded, still restraining the pocket-sized flying sword with one hand, only to meet the enemy with one hand, "come!"

In an instant, I saw the street where Chen Ping was standing, and suddenly collapsed into a huge pothole with a few squares, and the white robe disappeared.

Ding Ying nodded, fast enough.

It is no wonder that the half-step Lu Yi, who is at the level of the sword, will be so embarrassed.

Ding Ying blocked the fist of the young Zhu Xian with his palm, and was about to hold it tight. The fist was loose and the second punch had gone to his rib.

Ding Ying’s heart is clear. If you guess, this boxing, boxing, speed, strength, and divinity are all the same. The most ingenious thing is that the boxing is connected, and it is inevitable. Seeing is just a small hill, but if there are immortals who use the magical powers to open the earth for thousands of miles, they will find the inconspicuous hills, and even the whole "in the way of the dragon", it is the world's ancestral mountain.

Before the eight punches, Ding Ying’s footsteps did not move the slightest, and each time he just touched the punch with his palm.

Beside him is like a snow-white dragon, not a figure.

The ninth boxing, Ding Ying stepped back, still with the palm of his hand to block the eyebrows.

Ding Ying seems to be the easiest shot, but it contains the essence of nine kinds of martial arts from the various sects of the sacred sects of Huanhuafu, not to mention the mirror-like heart of his own garden, Yu Zhenyi's Hushan School. In the autumn, the boxing method of the rumored disciples, the bird's-eye view and the spring tide palace, the avalanche of Cheng Yuanshan's shooting technique, the secrets of the eight masters Xue Yuan and other masters, Ding Ying got all the hands and then got it. For their own use, some have reached the apex of martial arts, they are still intact, and there is still room for them. Ding Ying has nothing to do, and it helps to perfect one or two.

The tenth boxing.

Ding Ying traversed a few steps, but there was a leisurely mood to open the mouth and smiled: "You are the only deficiencies in this boxing method, that is, the number of roads that hurt the enemy by one hundred and eight hundred, I have to look at it, you can support A few punches, how strong is the last punch."

Chen Pingan only took out his fists, and his heart sank into the bottom of the ancient well.

This time, there is no one watching the war.

Because I dare not.

Ding Lao Mo is a famous person who likes to kill and watch.

You are not afraid of death, like the view on the wall, like to point and point around and clap your hands, right, like a shocked face, it’s like a ghost in the day, right, every time the Ding Laomo will play against each other, they will stand by. The slap in the face is made into a meat mud, such as a person who shoots a rotten net on a fan, and a fly on the wall.

Therefore, the Prince of the Prince, Wei Yan, the little monkey-like master, only ran for a long time, originally hidden in the distance, and saw that Ding Lao Mo personally shot, the first time to evacuate.

However, Ding Ying has only one after all. In addition, the characters of the mountains, such as the autumn and the true meaning of Yu, do not like to watch the fire from the other side, but most of them do not care.

However, watching the life and death between the second-rate masters is a big taboo for the martial arts people, because no one wants to press the bottom of the box and give it to outsiders. Also how to call the bottom of the box? The rivers and lakes are not big, especially after being a top-ranking master, the rivers and lakes are even smaller.

The distance between the two sides is always within the two arms, but the eleventh boxing, Ding Ying seems to have tasted the power of the gods and drums, intentionally or unintentionally opened the distance, and was beaten by a punch to more than a foot.

At that time, Lu Hao was seriously injured by ten punches. First, under the rush, there was no time to deal with it, and Ding Ying was ready to wait from the beginning. Second, Lu Yi was practicing swordsmanship. Kung Fu was only on the sword. Can't compare the baby. Lu Hao ate Chen Ping’s ten fists, just like a step-up army encountering an elite cavalry in the wild, and the one-touch collapsed, the natural defeated. And the same ten punches, Ding Ying is occupying a high wall giant city, strong military.

Therefore, it is not the real gap between Lu Yi and Ding Ying, and the disparity is to the point of difference.

After all, Ding Ying’s response was so easy, thanks to Lu’s and the autumn’s lessons.

After the eleventh fist, Ding Ying stood outside a squat, squatting on the next punch, not yet close, slamming his sleeves, shaking off the fists that could not be smashed in the palm of his hand, Ding Ying joked: "Four three or four punches, I am afraid I am going to suffer a little injury."

The twelfth fist has reached the door, and Ding Ying’s first punch, and Chen’s god-in-law’s drumming style was a punch.

Chen Pingan retired a few steps, but the gods and drums of the mysterious, to get the most vivid display, Chen Pingan with a path and speed beyond the common sense, to deliver this punch faster.

Ding Ying, who had no time to punch, had to lift her elbows slightly behind her, blocking her in front of her.

His elbow elbow hit the chest.

Ding Ying suddenly flew out, but the inside of the robes was really swaying, helping to remove the big punches.

Between the electric and the Flint, I noticed that the opponent seemed to be slightly slower. Ding Ying squinted and stooped out. While taking the 14th punch, she smiled and said: "Before you lived, there was a ghost. Little things, I don’t know how to live and die, I tried to secretly come to you with a flying sword and found it for me. I don’t know if I was killed or suffocated under the ground."

Sure enough, although the young man has already noticed, he still did not stop, the fifteenth fist, coming quickly.

After a punch.

Ding Ying went backwards again, and caught the fingers of Feijian fifteen and shivered slightly.

Ding Ying is not shocked and happy, but it is hidden.

The Ding Lao Mo, who has been in the first person for sixty years, seems to be self-sufficient. In fact, in the deepest part of Ding Ying’s heart, he wants to get the essence of this boxing.

It is highly probable that this fist will make him more confident in what he wants.

Hard to say this way!

Ding Ying did not care to speak, it would make a real violent pour, and smiled: "The four heads before, I let the crow and Zhou Shizhen come out to show you. That little child, if I did not remember If it is wrong, it is called Cao Qing. It is unfortunate that he met you, the immortal."

Even Ding Ying can't see the face of Chen Ping, but the old man can clearly feel the "a little" killing of that person.

Rather than anger, not even the kind of crazy squandering, but was deliberately pressed into a thin line, and then twisted a line into a grain.

This is a bit interesting.

This person's state of mind is unique among Ding Ying's seeing and killing immortals.

Ding Ying’s life has been mixed and no books have been turned over. He once turned to this passage in a Taoist classic: in the water, not in the dragon, this is the ship’s courage. Walking in the mountains, not afraid of wolves, this is the brave hunting. The white blade is in front of you, and it is a hero of the hero. When you know that manpower is exhausted, you will be calm and calm, and you will be the sage.

If you want to be calm, you must be determined.

What is the exhaustion of manpower? It’s just that Chen’s family is in front of him. He thinks that the family in the small courtyard has died. The little thing may also die. On this premise, it’s not just about knowing all regrets, it’s meaningless, it’s just looking for a dead end. Only useful and special, and after knowing, you have to do it.

It is harder to know that it is harder to do.

But Chen Ping did not let Ding Ying be disappointed.

There is no such thing as a slap in the water, and there is no such thing as a slap in the face. On the contrary, even if you know that each punch will only make Ding Ying know more about the gods and drums, the punch is even more reckless, and the injured one thousand is self-damaged, or Ding Ying died. In his own boxing, either his own pulse is broken, his spirits are broken, his flesh and blood are broken, and he is dying in the final process of the gods and drums.

The 16th punch!

Ding Ying gently nodded, and laughed heartily, only from the silver high-crowned lotus flower, there is glory as a waterfall pouring down, all over the body.

This time, Ding Ying only retired three steps and was unscathed.

Chen Ping Ping received a fist and took a fist to rebound back.

After standing, raise your arm and wipe the blood with your back.

Ding Ying had no idea of ​​offense and defense conversion. He smiled and asked: "Why don't you punch? Look at your weather, at least support two punches, at least."

Ding Ying looked at the young man who was silent and raised his right hand. "I didn't think about it. If I have one or two more punches, I can beat me to loosen my fingers?"

Ding Ying sighed, and some regrets. If you don't sacrifice the crown of the lotus, the intuition tells him that there will be danger, and it is very likely that he will lose both.

But there is no need to do everything, and the dozens of punches are enough for him to try to figure out.

It can be seen that this boxing trick is already the most powerful form of the young Yan Xianren.

Ding Ying has felt enough, and then it is time to do business.

Chen Ping looked around.

Everything is so inexplicable.

But because of this, Chen Pingcai felt that the injustice in his heart was almost blasted.

As I was young, I saw Liu Yuyang lying in a hospital bed. After he left, he walked silently toward the bridge.

The feeling of desperation, even after these years, gone so far, and practiced so many punches, Chen Pingan still remembers.

It’s big, alone, and then meets a big hurdle. You can’t cross it, or you can die or die, what can you do?

At this moment, the sword that was raised at the waist was still banned, and the first day could not leave.

This golden robes on the body is still dead.

The fifteenth, which is both a flying sword and a square inch, has always been firmly bound by Ding Ying between the two fingers.

Fortunately, Chen Pingan was not the apprentice of the porcelain kiln that year.

Chen Pingan spit out a **** water. "Are you falling into a thing?"

Ding Ying haha ​​smiled and said: "You mean the sword you put on the table? Do you want to take it and kill it with me? But under my eyes, do you think you can go there?"

Ding Ying asked himself and shook his head and said: "As long as I don't want you to go, you can't walk ten feet. You can be sure that you are just a pure Wufu called a fairy, not a sword repair, otherwise this is I can't stand the little flying sword."

Chen Pingan pouted and squinted at the crown of Ding Ying’s head. "It’s good for you and everyone, is it cool?"

Ding Ying’s eyes are murderous, “Oh? Kid, not convinced, but how can you?”

“Previously, what words did you say, ‘come?’”

Chen Pingan stretched out with one arm. "Right?"

Ding Ying silently said, sneer.

I thought that this very different immortal man must be dying.

It’s time to wait and see.

Chen Ping’s heart whispered, "Sword is coming!"

From the partial house of the yard, only the sword that weighed several tens of kilograms of sword gas was instantly unsheathed.

It seems to follow the general footprint of Chen Ping’s last exit, as if to demonstrate to the heavens and the earth, the long sword like a white rainbow broke through the window, left the yard, went to the alley, swept the alley, entered the street, and rubbed shoulders with Ding Ying. And too.

When Chen Ping held this "white rainbow".

The snowy swords and rivers are still in the human world, both curved and straight, but there is no sign of dissipating.

When Chen Pingan reached out and held the long sword.

The blade is like a frosty snow, the sword is also white, and the robe is better than snow.

In this world, Chen is invincible within one arm.

Beyond one arm, there is still a sword.