Fengguixu

An erratic moon-white figure slanted down and swept the lock platform.

All the heroes stretched their necks one after another, wanting to see who this ignorant boy is.

I saw a young man of about seventeen or eighteen recklessly standing in front of the wind, holding his sword, with a dignified look, his eyebrows were like frost and snow, and his face was still sick.

But he's an out-of-this-world kid.

I just don't know why I have a mental illness, so if I rush up at this time, what is it if it's not courting death?You know, even if his master is not as popular as he was in his heyday, he can't say that he is sure of winning the battle against Daoist Shang Chong Ling, let alone his little-known disciples?It is true that a newborn calf is not afraid of death.

"Who are you?" Chong Ling frowned and asked, his tone was similar to "Which onion are you?"

"Shen Xu." Shen Xu replied.

Chong Ling glanced at him twice, and his eyes turned sharply: "What's the matter with your eyes?"

"Can't see things." Shen Xu replied again.

"Okay! It turns out that you are the blind little bastard who secretly communicated with the devil to kill my three beloved disciples!" Chong Ling was furious, his eyelids trembled, and his tongue burst into thunder, "My three disciples have hated evil all their lives. , Ji Gong loves righteousness, who in the martial arts does not admire? Such a hero, why does he have any grudges against you, you want to kill him like this? It turns out that you were born with a vicious heart, and you were blacked out by Mo Zhe, and you were killed by that heinous devil. Bewildered, bewildered, and committed a heinous crime, which is irreparable, now that disaster is imminent, do you know that you are wrong?"

Shen Xu was abused by him, and he couldn't understand nine out of ten sentences. What did it mean that he was so fascinated by the devil?How can Shen Qingxuan be respected in the martial arts for such a person?Is he blind, or is everyone in the world blind?

No wonder he was confused, how could a person like him, who clarifies emptiness and has no dust in his heart, understand the dirty thoughts of ordinary people like Chong Ling Laodao?

Now that everyone can see Shen Xu's extraordinary and refined demeanor, they will naturally think of Feng Yin's reputation as a lecherous and unrestrained devil, and they have also heard how Shen Xu desperately protects each other, and how Feng Yin became blue in anger. At that time, the two were in the forbidden cave together, and they did not know how many ecstasy and obscenities they had done. Maybe it was because they were interrupted when they were in the middle of their love, and the devil was not smooth inside and out, so he was angry and killed all directions...

Shen Xu didn't know that the crowd was full of thieves and prostitutes, but he was not an ignorant child, so he endured his internal injuries and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, Chong Ling, Chong Ling, it seems that you are already quite old, and you are also a master of Taoism." People, why are they so filthy and disrespectful? The so-called benevolent sees benevolence, the wise sees wisdom, and the prostitute sees prostitution, isn’t it the same?"

"Hmph, can't we just say that your precious apprentice did such a scandal? Headmaster Feng is too defensive and foolish, and has directly fallen into the reputation of the headmaster of Jiange!" Chong Lingjian pointed at Shen Hui, staring coldly, "Killing people to pay for their lives has always been right and proper since ancient times. If you little bastard still has a sense of shame, you should kill yourself at this moment and apologize to the heroes of the world. In this way, your family will not be affected, and the poor will be magnanimous enough to leave you with a whole body!"

He shouted righteous words, and everyone echoed and clamored for applause. Even if there were two or three grievances among them, the weak doubts were drowned out by the flood.

When the voice was slightly lowered, Shen Xu tilted his head slightly, and frowned slightly: "Have you finished?"

There was a blank on Chong Ling's indignant face: "What?"

"If you want to fight, do it quickly." Shen Xu said lightly.

Chong Ling's greenish-yellow face seemed to be cracked.

The wind was not too late to laugh and laughed, quite like a wave: "Hahaha, apprentice, you should be more tolerant, they are old-fashioned and old-fashioned. They like to talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality. They chatter endlessly, and the eight classics all over the world are covered by them Read it, just listen to it with your left ear and hear it with your right ear.”

Shen Xu smiled slightly: "Yes, Master."

Feng Wuji pondered for a while, and asked, "How is Xinjue's enlightenment?"

"The disciple is dull." Shen Xu said, "I'll only glimpse one or two of them for the time being."

"One or two is too much, and I spent my life as a teacher, and I only got one or two." The wind was not as sad, and he thought that if his senior brother Yan Qinghe was still alive today, with his superb breathing swordsmanship, the mob in front of him would be defeated. What's the big deal?Thinking of my senior brother who is a genius, I can't help but feel ashamed, probably because my aptitude in martial arts is really mediocre, and I can't fully inherit the true skills of swordsmanship, so the glorious and powerful Jiange in the past has fallen to this point, and there are no successors.Thinking of this, I feel ashamed of my senior brother's dying entrustment, my heart is greatly mourned, my breath is interrupted, and I cough violently.

"Master..."

Shen Xu was worried and distracted, and at this moment, Chong Ling raised his sword to strike.

"Little pervert, since you think that the poor are too talkative and the life is too long, the poor will send you on your way!"

One move "the tiger opens the mountain" is the first move.

Zilai sword moves lightly, but Daoist Chongling found another way, creating a set of powerful and majestic swordsmanship.The real person used a sword when he was young, but he abandoned the sword and used the sword after middle age, and he integrated the domineering sword technique into his swordsmanship, so his moves are open and closed, as straight as the sunset on a long river, and the sky filled with yellow sand.

Shen Xu had already experienced some lessons in the competition with Shen Qingxuan before, but now facing Shang Chongling, even though he had predicted it in his heart, he was still taken aback.He recited the Life and Breath Jue silently, and listened to the wind to identify his position, only to hear the sound of the sharp wind.

It's because Chong Ling's moves are very fast, each time the sword is thrust out, the wind has not yet formed, and the next sword has already been thrust out, it sounds like a long sound, but in fact, thirty or forty swords have been thrust out.During the intensive stabbing, Shen Xu couldn't see and couldn't hear the sound, so he blocked it entirely by intuition. Every time he blocked, the two swords intersected, and his arms were numb, painful and trembling due to the strong shock.

The heroes could only see the swords glowing on the field, and the two jumped back and forth, wandering around, their movements became faster and faster, as fast as lightning.Those who are inexperienced in martial arts can't see clearly where the sword came from and where it went, even first-class masters like Xiao Guan struggled to see it, and they couldn't help turning pale in shock.

Jiange, the yellow-haired boy, has been able to resist Chong Ling's subordinates until now, which is a bit of real skill. He has been a hero since ancient times, so he cannot be underestimated.He also thought, what they have done today has created a bridge, if they don't take advantage of this to kill Shen Xu, there will be endless troubles.

Just as he was thinking carefully, his face suddenly felt pain, as if he had been shot by some small hidden weapon, he raised his hand to touch it in shock, his face was neither painful nor itchy, but there were spots of bright red blood on his fingertips.

Only then did I know that one of the two fighting fiercely had already been injured.

Looking around, he saw that there were already little spots of blood oozing from Shen Xu's moon-white robe, which gradually became more and more dense, like red plums gradually blooming in the snow.

"Namo Amitabha." After all, Master Shikong beside him couldn't bear it anymore, stepped out, and said in a loud voice, "The benefactor Shen is already injured, the winner has been divided, the real person stops here, don't forget what I said earlier, click on it Stop hurting your life!"

Chong Ling pretended he didn't hear it, and continued to slash and slash fiercely. He was brave and determined to avenge his apprentice.

Although Shen Xu had always been calm and composed, he seemed to be a bit overwhelmed in front of such a turbulent and fierce attack. He jumped and pulled the unhealed wound on his abdomen. Both old and new wounds came together, and the pain was so cold that he was sweating. Silently pursing his lips, he resisted stubbornly.

From the day 15 years ago when the wind was too weak to lead him up the mountain, he was born because of the Jiange, and today he died fighting for the Jiange, and he died well.

From this, the will to die was born, and he no longer had any worries, so the door was wide open, only attacking but not defending, and the sword light skyrocketed.

Chong Ling paused, but was brazenly forced to take a few steps back. Feeling a little surprised, he stabilized his mind and changed from attack to defense.After three or four moves, he saw that Shen Xu's attack was all desperate and he had already lost business, so there was nothing to be afraid of.Immediately, he aimed at a weak point and rushed to attack.

Hearing a sound of "choking", the sword made of fine steel by Chong Ling was extremely sharp, cutting off the tip of Shen Xu's sword in one fell swoop.

Shen Xu raised his broken sword to resist.

Seeing no luck, Feng WuQi volleyed and threw the bully in his hand, and shouted sharply: "Catch the sword!"

Shen Xu rolled on the ground, dodging the long sword cut from his shoulder, and raised his hand to catch Master's hand.

The pitch-black long sword was unsheathed, buzzing continuously, cutting iron like mud.

Chong Ling took advantage of the victory to pursue and came from behind.

"Dayin Chaoshi, quiet and far away. Hundreds of rivers and seas, open-mindedness." Feng Wuji suddenly said leisurely outside the battle circle, "Fantasy wandering outside the world, the mind is not attached to the body, all kinds of feelings are gradually born, and I forget both things!"

This is the first sentence of the opening chapter.

Shen Xu felt something in his heart and closed his eyes.

At this time, the sound of the wind, the sound of the birds, the sound of people, and the pain all receded like a tide.Gradually, he only heard the sound of his own breathing and the sound of his heart beating.Clouds and mist lingered around the feet, blood slowly oozed out from the wound, stale air was spit out, and the vegetation was fresh inside.

For a moment, the sky suddenly appeared, and he seemed to see everything with those blind eyes.

The blue sky, the warm sunlight, the long grass without shin, and the strange rocks.

Everyone saw him standing there stupidly, neither dodging nor evading, seeing the wind of the sword brushing his temples, for some reason their hearts were suspended and they sweated for him.

"Stab", the tip of the sword has cut through the clothes.

Chong Ling was overjoyed, and said in his heart that he killed you villain this time, in honor of the spirits of my three disciples in heaven!

The long sword was sent straight, but for some reason it couldn't go any further.

The robe of the person in front of him suddenly swelled with true energy, he moved lightly, turned to the left, and easily avoided the thunderous blow without any light work.

Chong Ling stared blankly, and then used the rigorous swordsmanship to press on step by step.

At this time, Shen Xu seemed to be a different person. He didn't move quickly, but he moved as soon as he thought, and he seemed to be able to predict the moves.Often before Chong Ling's moves got old, he would already be waiting for him at the end.

The moves he uses are not gorgeous or dazzling, there are even no moves, one block to the left, one stab to the right, messy and disorderly, but they are natural, steady and steady, thick and simple, with a faint sense of grandeur.

He swung the sword in an ordinary arc, but Chong Ling couldn't catch it no matter what, a gash was cut from bottom to top on the side of his waist, and the blood flowed profusely immediately.

Chong Ling was shocked, his whole body's blood shook twice, and he retreated immediately, staring at Shen Xu in surprise, gasping for breath: "What kind of demon technique did you little... little bastard use?"

Shen Xu pointed his sword at the ground and did not answer.

"Why don't you talk?" Chong Ling was already afraid, and he lost the confidence to speak, "Don't dare to speak out if you dare to use demonic methods?"

Everyone was dumbfounded by the unexpected turn of events on the field, and the surroundings were silent for a while.

"You have already lost." Shen Xu said, "Do you still want to fight?"

It was too late for the wind to stop laughing loudly, and he curled his lips leisurely, staring at Chong Ling and Xiao Guan, his eyes full of silent sarcasm.

Chong Ling's face turned from green and yellow to red, and then from red to white, and it was colorful and lively.

"Hit! Why not?"

Fight with sword again.

Three or four times like this, when Shen Xu swiped his sword left and right, Chong Ling suffered more injuries, but none of them were fatal, presumably Shen Xu was merciful and refused to kill.

The last sword pierced his ankle, Chong Ling didn't notice for a while and fell over, fell five feet on his back, couldn't get up for a while, Taoist priests from his sect rushed up and hugged him, yelling and cursing.

Chong Ling didn't say a word, but stared at Shen Xu bitterly.

"Amitabha, I listen to my old man's persuasion, the winner is already divided, and we have had enough trouble today, so let him forgive his master and his disciples, and go down the mountain." Master Shikong sighed, and he was too late to meet with Shen Xu. Each made a bow, and took the lead to lead a few monks back.

Seeing the situation, Xiao Guan expected to jump out of the sinking ruins out of thin air today, which is rare in the world with amazing talent, and it is impossible to achieve a big plan in a short time, so it is better to find another strategy and plan it slowly.Immediately, he also led his classmates Gong Yigan and others to bid farewell and went down the mountain, passing by Chong Ling without saying hello.

At least half of the other heroes from all walks of life came up to the mountain to watch the excitement. Seeing that there was no excitement to watch, they scattered like birds and beasts.

In the end, only a group of stinky Taoist priests from Qingyun Temple were left to confront the Jinghong Lve Ying formation of Jiange, and they were in a stalemate.

"Wouldn't it be worthwhile to waste your hair in idleness? The real person please." Feng Bugui stood up with the support of his disciples and made a gesture of invitation, "It's easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down the mountain. When the real person returns, he needs to pay attention to his feet. "

"Hmph, although Pindao has suffered a little injury, he can still go on the road, so don't worry about it. It's Feng who teaches, and he has taught a good apprentice." Chong Ling hated, looking at Shen Xu's eyes that were about to bleed, Gritting his teeth, he said, "Today Lingtu's battle moved the world, and his reputation spread far and wide. In the future, he will go down the mountain to practice and pass by Qingyun Temple. With the friendship of not knowing each other, he must also come to the temple for a fast meal!"

The two of them were chatting smartly, Shen Xu acted as if he had never heard of it, and remained silent like a block of wood.

If you procrastinate any longer, you will be humiliating yourself, Chong Ling waved his robe sleeves, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot: "If the green mountains don't change, the green waters will flow forever, and I will bid you farewell!"

Feng Wuji said with a smile: "Walk slowly."

A fight saved the day.

The disciples of the Jiange watched the heroes go down the mountain, and before they could catch their breath, there was a wave of unrest and another wave, only to hear the exclamation from the Suoyun platform.

But the wind was too late to pass out.