Chapter 195

There was a sudden smell of wine in the air. With the smell of wine, a voice came: "you two smelly boys! If I don't fight early or late, I'll fight when I'm making wine! "

As the aroma of the wine grew stronger and stronger, it seemed that a whirlwind was blowing. In front of everyone's eyes, a figure was flying past the top of the crowd's head, and then fell on the high platform.

Chang Xing's eyes were fixed on him. He was a male monk. He was in the middle of the golden elixir period. He was wearing a black robe with no real color. The cuffs at the corners of the robe were black and bright with a layer of light. The lower part of a face has a stubble beard and can't see the nose. The upper part of the hair is more like a bird's nest. The eyebrows are completely covered in a mess. The whole face can't see the age, the shape of the face and the facial features. There are only two black eyes embedded in the round eyes.

All the friars around bowed and said, "I've seen Mr. Hu!"

Changxing also bows to salute in a hurry, and then raises his head, but he sees that Hu Zhenren has a bottle gourd in his hand. He takes a drink from his neck. Then he looks at the two people on the stage: "since you invite me to be a witness, I won't say anything else. Just say, you are brothers of the same sect. We can learn from each other, until we get to the point. All right, cut the crap and let's go! "

As Hu Zhenren said, his body soared up in the air, and his hands emptily lifted up. With the sound of "hum", a light column appeared on the four corner column of the high platform at the same time, and an invisible light wave rose instantly, covering the whole high platform. Changxing nodded to himself. It turned out that the column was an array column, with array protection, and the onlookers did not have to worry about being affected by the two players on the platform People will not be influenced by the audience. It's very considerate.

On the high stage, fan Lingshu, who was weak and delicate in appearance, gave a salute in advance and said, "elder martial brother Li, please give me your advice!"

His voice is mellow, not as weak as his appearance.

Li Qingwu also gave a gift and said, "younger martial brother fan, please!"

As soon as the words came to an end, fan Lingshu gently raised his right hand and held a brush in his hand. As he walked along the dragon, he wrote a big word "trapped" in the void. With a clear drink in his mouth, the word "trapped" quickly attacked Li Qingwu. Li Qingwu's axe in his hand rushed up into the air and fell down. The moment that the word "trapped" touched the axe, it turned into a thin layer of ink mist When the axe falls, it slows down in an instant.

The layer of fog looked thin and vulnerable, but it could bear the force of great force. It was like a cattail grass. It trapped the axe firmly and resisted for a moment. But the axe could not press down more than an inch, so it stopped. Li Qingwu did his best to push it, and there was no progress.

After a moment's stalemate, the axe seemed to have life, rushing from left to right. He wanted to break through the mist, but he couldn't do so. Li Qingwu's formula changed again. The axe soared and almost broke through the mist.

Fan Lingshu quickly raised his right hand, nib gently, saw a drop of thick ink floating out of the nib, into the layer of mist, the color of the mist instantly deepened, and the giant axe delayed its expansion.

Changxing stares at the duel between the two people on the stage. His soul seems to have returned to the remote ancient times. At dusk, there are many monks everywhere, and all kinds of magic weapons and techniques are competing. A nun who can't see clearly, her hands close to her chest, as if reciting the Dharma mantra. After a moment, she slowly opens her hands, and a long sword appears between her hands

Next to him, there were disciples shouting for help. Changxing was pulled back to reality. He continued to focus on the high platform and sighed to himself: Taiqing gate is indeed a large gate that has been handed down for hundreds of thousands of years. It has a long history. Even the outside disciples have such means. Compared with himself, it's not too much to say that Taiqing gate is a frog in the well.

At Tianshu peak, Xiao Yin comes out of Zhenjun cave in Jianyang. He looks up at the sky, hesitates for a moment, turns around and walks to one side of the path. After a while, he comes to a cave. In front of the door, there are two beautiful maids of sixteen or seventeen years old. Seeing Xiao Yin's arrival, they come to see him.

Xiao Yin nodded slightly and asked, "where is the real king of Jingxi?"

The two maids shook their heads at the same time. One of them, wearing a purple shirt, said, "tell me, Zhenjun left the cave this morning, and he hasn't come back yet."

"No?" Xiao Yin frowned and Changxing didn't go back. Where did he take Changxing?

He was about to send a messenger, but a white cloud came quickly. Xiao Yin put the messenger away, put his hands on his back and looked at the white cloud.

Before the white cloud arrived at the cave, he disappeared suddenly. Jingxi fell from the air, straightened his sleeves, and murmured: "I've lost it..."

Before his words, he looked up and saw Xiao Yin standing at the entrance of the cave. A smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Yo, are you here? What about? Did Xu Fangze not follow you again? "

"I went to the headmaster. How can she follow me?" Xiao Yin said, looking at the real king Jingxi behind, and said: "where is the long star?"

Jingxi Zhenjun was stunned, and said with an exaggerated smile: "let you go to the headmaster, it's for me to cheat Xu Fangze. Did you really go?"

"Well, I had something to look for the headmaster." Xiao Yin nodded and asked, "elder martial brother, where is Changxing?"

"Changxing Changxing is playing by himself. " Jingxi really Jun dry smile.

"Play? where? With whom? " Xiaoyin frowned. Changxing didn't look like someone who would do that.As he bent down to straighten out the corners of his robes, King Jingxi said, "it's probably in Fangcun peak, or maybe in Fangzhang peak With whom, I don't know yet... "

Xiao Yin frowned and put on a heavy voice: "elder martial brother."

"Oh! I don't know either! Anyway, it's either fangcunfeng or fangzhangfeng. I didn't notice where it was at that time, so I put it down for her Jingxi Zhenjun simply ignored the Cape of the robe. He threw his sleeve and stood up straight, looking directly at Xiao Yin, with a look of what you can do with me.

Xiao Yin sighed helplessly and said, "elder martial brother, think about it carefully. Where did you put the long star? Now it's going to be late, and she's just here. She's not familiar with the situation... "

Jingxi Zhenjun suddenly "Puchi" a smile, "Hua" opened the folding fan, shook two times, said with a smile: "I said, she is not a baby, but also in the clan, can you still lose it?"

Then he put the fan away and lit Xiao Yin's left chest and said, "if you care, you'll be in a mess."

"Forget it! I'll see. " Before Xiao Yin's voice fell, he flew up in the air, turned into a light and went towards the outer peak.

Jingxi Zhenjun shook his head and whispered with a smile: "it's really a man who doesn't want to stay! The boy is enlightened... "

Then the body was in a flash and disappeared.

Fangzhangfeng.

The two people on the high stage, you come and I go, have entered a white hot state. Li Qingwu's axe has already got out of trouble. At this time, he is cutting left and right, pressing step by step. The strong wind brought by the axe blows fan Lingshu's robes.

Fan Lingshu had the upper hand from the beginning to the present cautious parry. Since Li Qingwu got rid of the word "sleepy", he never had a chance to write a complete word. Once he wrote it, Li Qingwu broke it up.

After trying several times in a row, fan Lingshu changed his strategy. He just evaded or attacked with talismans, but he didn't confront the enemy directly. Although Li Qingwu's axe had strong attack power, it consumed a lot of spiritual power. Fan Lingshu's evasion and use of talismans preserved spiritual power to a great extent.

Fan Lingshu is waiting for another chance.

Changxing is also waiting. Fan Lingshu's fighting method is really unheard of and unheard of. Although fan Lingshu's cultivation is a little poor and his spiritual power is not as good as that, his move is as powerful as its essence. Changxing saw it just now, and suddenly a ray of spiritual light appeared in his mind, but it was fleeting and he couldn't catch it. If fan Lingshu could use it again, Changxing would feel it Maybe we can catch the light.

Finally, Li Qingwu revealed a flaw. Without hesitation, fan Lingshu raised his hand to write another word "prisoner" and threw it at Li Qingwu. Li Qingwu's face suddenly became ugly. There seemed to be an invisible cell around him, which trapped him in it.

Just as fan Ling wrote the word "prisoner", the nun suddenly appeared in Changxing's mind. She slowly opened her hands to reveal the magic sword.

The idea that fan Lingshu conjures up words with spiritual power that have practical effects, if I conjure up magic weapons or magic weapons with spiritual power, can it also play a role?

Changxing turns the vitality into spiritual power and infuses it into his hands. He thinks about the shape of the long sword in his heart and slowly opens his hands. A simple object that can't see the body appears in Changxing's hands. Before showing the whole picture, Changxing suddenly disappears. Changxing thinks about the sword he has seen, Gu Chengtian's sword and Xiao Yin's sword. His fingers keep changing. He tests his hands over and over again The objects appeared more and more obvious, from the beginning of the sword embryo, gradually to a long sword, but unfortunately, the sword could not last two breath and then disappeared.

Changxing stood close to the side, and the disciples around him were absorbed in staring at the high platform, but no one noticed her action. However, Hu Zhenren, who was in the middle of the sky, saw that Changxing had condensed a long sword, and praised in her heart: this female disciple can understand so many things just by watching the fighting methods, which is a first-class good understanding! Look at her bone age is not more than 30 years old. Her accomplishments are in the middle of foundation construction. She is a good seedling!

Hu Zhenren looked at it again, but shook his head slightly: Although the female disciple has a good understanding, she has a little shallow knowledge. She can only see the surface. Even if the magic weapon is coagulated, it's just superficial and frivolous. She can't use it at all! Hu gradually lost interest and turned to the fighting platform.

At this time, Changxing has fallen into the state of selflessness. Everything around her doesn't exist. She is the only one left between heaven and earth. She thinks hard: why do you have to condense the sword? I don't know anything about swords. All I know is swords. Why don't I use swords?

Recalling the feeling of holding the waves in one's hand, Changxing once again mobilized his spiritual power. His hands slowly opened, and a silver long sword gradually appeared. There was a little blue light on the blade. It seemed that there was water in the blade, and it seemed that it was cold and cold! This is the wave!

Changxing looked at the knife in his hand, excited, let me try the power of the knife! Changxing shakes his wrist, holds the handle of the knife, and uses all his strength to split between heaven and earth!