When a martial artist ascended to the Celestial State, it was like a giant ladder resonating with heaven and earth. It was also like a river connecting to the sea. Logically speaking, as long as there was a chance to breathe, Qi could be continuously absorbed from heaven and earth. This was the real reason why there was a saying in the ancient book, "As long as the saint is alive, the thief will not stop". However, in a battle between Celestial State and above, even if there was a chance to breathe and a person's state could transcend the mortal world, he was still a mortal with a seven-foot body. After all, there was a limit to the accumulation of energy in the body. Usually, there would be excess energy to replenish. This was also why Hsu Fengnian used the secret flying sword technique of the Wu family's Sword Tomb. He wanted to use his own will to exchange for Tuoba Bodhisattva's Qi and physical strength.
However, it was a pity that the speed of Tuoba Bodhisattva's first breath was still faster than his. He had created more than a hundred Fairy Swords with the addition of his fourth sword grip.
Hsu Fengnian quickly raised his arm and blocked his forehead with his elbow. The next moment, he was knocked against the city wall.
He did not lean against the tall city wall with his back. Instead, he changed his posture in the process of flying. His feet 'landed' on the ground. After touching the wall, he quickly bent to reduce the force.
Hsu Fengnian squatted on the wall. Under his feet was the wall that was cracked like a spider web.
Hsu Fengnian did not retreat. He suddenly straightened his legs and shot towards Tuoba Bodhisattva.
Then, Hsu Fengnian was punched back to the city wall by Tuoba Bodhisattva. His whole body was embedded in the wall.
This majestic city in the Western Regions was like an old man past his prime. In the end, there were thunderstorms and torrential rain above his head without rest. Even though he had weathered many hardships, it was inevitable that his life would be hanging by a thread. Fortunately, the two culprits who were the ultimate martial artists of the world finally let it go and left the city. However, this sudden storm had already woken up all the people in the city. Many busybodies who were not afraid of death followed the sound and rushed to the city wall. However, when the boldest group of people tried to climb up the city wall to take a closer look, they were knocked to the ground by an invisible and majestic Qi. Four or five people who were not skilled in martial arts and did not have enough internal energy were knocked to the ground. Blood burst out from their bodies and they died on the spot, lying in a pool of blood. As for the rest of the fellows who were lucky enough to survive, they only wished that their parents hadn't given them an extra pair of legs. They didn't even bother to wipe off the scarlet blood that continuously flowed out from their seven orifices as they fled back into the city. They only wanted to get as far away from the gates of hell as possible. This group of people ran through the night streets with their faces covered in blood like malicious ghosts, scaring the busybodies behind them into quickly dispelling any thoughts of joining in on the fun.
Then, these miserable fellows suddenly heard a whistling sound above their heads. Under the strong wind, all of them were lifted off the ground and fell heavily to the ground. It was unknown whether they were dead or alive.
It was not easy for ordinary people to watch such a fight between immortals. Even if they wanted to clap their hands and cheer from the other side, it would depend on whether they had the luck to do so.
It turned out that after Hsu Fengnian had sunk into the wall, Tuoba Bodhisattva had completely smashed the thick wall out of it.
After Tuoba Bodhisattva entered the city, he slowed down his footsteps.
If Beiliang wanted to guard the city gate for the Central Plains, then obediently lock yourself in the gate. How dare you go out of the city to fight? Did you really think that Beiliang's million-strong army was weak?
Did Hsu Fengnian really think that I, Tuoba Bodhisattva, had the heart of a Bodhisattva?
Wang Xianzhi cared about the survival of the Jianghu, but I, Tuoba Bodhisattva, was never a Jianghu person. Why would I care if Hsu Fengnian could continue the Jianghu's life?
Tuoba Bodhisattva looked into the distance and finally opened his mouth. He asked in a low voice, "The thousand swords have been used up. Do you want to continue borrowing swords? Or do you want to change your blade and start again? If you can use Gu Jiantang's Thunder of Mind or Spring and Autumn Saber Armor Qi Lianhua's moves, I don't mind waiting for you for a while to let you take another breath. "
It was obvious that Tuoba Bodhisattva wanted to use Hsu Fengnian, who was a great master of the Liyang Wulin, to challenge the entire Liyang Jianghu. That was why he was so patient and took the beating.
Xu Fengnian stopped at the city gate between the outer city and the inner city. Not only were his sleeves fluttering in the wind and rain, but his entire robe was fluttering in the wind and rain. It seemed to have offset Tuoba Bodhisattva's fist aura and did not hurt his body.
Tuoba Bodhisattva's voice was not loud, but the eardrums of everyone in the inner and outer city were vibrating. Every word entered their ears, even if they covered their ears, it was futile.
A flash of white light rushed over from Mount Lantuo. She happened to hear Tuoba Bodhisattva's words outside the city. It was the Six-pearl Bodhisattva. Her face was pale. She did not dare to delay for a moment and only took two breaths. At this moment, she suddenly stood still and threw a sword high up in her hand. She wanted to hand it over to the young man who was as bright as a firefly in the night sky of the Western Region. However, she was already at the end of her rope and could not control the sword after throwing it. She did not throw it to Hsu Fengnian's side but instead nailed it to the top of the inner city wall behind Hsu Fengnian with a distorted trajectory. As for the other saber in her hand, she could not throw it out for the time being with a pale face.
Hsu Fengnian turned his head to look at the ancient sword 'Loudness' that was forged in the Dafeng Dynasty and was lost in thought.
For some reason, he thought of the cicadas that he heard in Wutongin when he was young. Later on, he heard the cicadas for the first time when he traveled in Jianghu before he turned twenty. There was also the last time he heard the cicadas when he brought wine to the Tide-listening Pavilion when his master, Li Yishan, was still alive.
The autumn wind was chilling and the cicadas were mournful on the high branches.
The first level, the world thought it was noisy.
The second level, the world thought it was sad.
The third level, the world sang songs of admiration.
And Loudness, for the world!
Another day, there was another person who had said something heroic to him under a tree with a grin on his face.
If one day you are in Jianghu and hear of a peerless swordsman with the surname Wen, there is no doubt that it is me!
Hsu Fengnian did not take down the famous sword 'Loudness'. Instead, he laughed loudly and said, "If anyone in the city has a wooden sword, please raise it high!"
In the city, there was a girl named Sima Tiehe who happened to be tidying up the family's storehouse. There were a few narrow wooden swords that she used to practice swordsmanship when she was young. When she heard this somewhat familiar voice, she subconsciously grabbed one of the wooden swords and raised it high. She did not care if that person could hear her and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Here! Here! "
The next moment, the wooden sword seemed to have a life of its own. It broke through the roof and flew out of her hand.
The dumbfounded girl muttered, "Mother did not lie to me. It really was you!"
Then the girl was somewhat resentful, "But at that time I really did not look handsome."
Hsu Fengnian held the wooden sword and walked towards Tuoba Bodhisattva.
The world is full of melancholy, the world is not happy.
What harm is there?
I have the Pleasure Sword!
Hsu Fengnian's face was full of smiles.
Brother, you turned around and left Jianghu. Whether you are willing or not, I will walk a part of it for you.
This night, at this moment, the entire city only heard one sentence. "Tuoba Bodhisattva! I, Hsu Fengnian, have a sword that I learned from the swordsman of the Central Plains, Wen Hua. This sword, please leave the city! "
They had never heard of some Wen Hua, they did not even know about Liyang River Lake. However, the King of Beiliang, Hsu Fengnian, and Beimang's God of War, Tuoba Bodhisattva, these two great names were certainly like thunder in their ears.
Then, if Hsu Fengnian really forced Tuoba Bodhisattva to leave the city with one sword, that swordsman called Wen Hua should be quite amazing, right?
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