This time, Raccoon Diwu was forced to retreat a few feet. During that time, he tapped the blade more than a hundred times. With each tap, the sound of thunder could be heard from somewhere near the two of them. In the blink of an eye, there were a hundred claps of thunder. Raccoon Diwu flicked his finger and tapped on the spring thunder every time. He tapped on the longevity and tapped on the gaps in Hsu Fengnian's Qi circulation. As long as there was a trace, Raccoon Diwu would be able to seize the opportunity. Not only would he be unable to discard his blade, but he would also be able to break all of his meridians and shatter all of his acupoints. What made Raccoon Diwu shocked was that the young man in front of him was not only unconventional in the way of the sword, his blade was even more ferocious. The crucial point was that his Qi circulation was abundant to an unimaginable degree. Raccoon Diwu, who was a late bloomer, admitted that at the young man's age, his Qi circulation was not even half complete. With a flick of his finger, Raccoon Diwu was unable to grasp the slightest flaw. This made Raccoon Diwu furious. He glared and shouted. He no longer blocked the spring thunder blade head on.
Hsu Fengnian, who had his eyes closed all this time, twisted his wrist. The spring thunder spun in his left palm and slashed at Raccoon Diwu's waist!
One life for one life.
Hsu Fengnian dared to do it, but Raccoon Diwu was not willing to do it.
Raccoon Diwu's body twisted like a loose coil. However, the punch that had lost most of its sharpness still smashed onto Hsu Fengnian's head. At the same time, Hsu Fengnian returned the punch. His body swayed like a bell on Mount Wudang. He did not fall and took the opportunity to step on Raccoon Diwu's chest again. This time, compared to the first time, it was much more ferocious. The Purple Clothed Mountain Master, who had been strolling leisurely, was also kicked to the point that her body became unstable. Hsu Fengnian, who had his eyes closed, retreated a few steps. He did not suffer any serious injuries. This was all thanks to the golden lotus nurtured by the Great Yellow Courtyard. One hundred and eight golden lotuses bloomed at once. Fifty-four golden lotuses withered in an instant. Fifty-four golden lotuses bloomed in an instant.
Raccoon Diwu had the mentality of not sitting in the hall. He did not think that he would put himself in danger.
Hsu Fengnian, on the other hand, was truly going all out from the very beginning. The reason why the Longevity Lotus could bloom again was because Hsu Fengnian had risked his life to nurture it.
Spring Lightning was no longer in his hand, but the next move did not require him to hold a sword.
Hsu Fengnian gently pressed his hands down.
The Spring Thunder behind the Fifth Raccoon floated up.
The earth emitted killing intent, winding for six thousand li.
Neither the man nor the Spring Thunder Saber moved, but Raccoon Diwu continued to throw out punches.
The scene was absurd.
There were some people and some things that were not mentioned, but that did not mean that they had been forgotten. Oftentimes, only things that could be easily spoken of would fade away.
Hsu Fengnian was not the kind of rich and powerful son who was shrewd from the start. He was also not the kind of son of a feudal lord who understood the hardships of others from the start. There was the cultured and refined Chen Zhibao, the flattering Chu Lushan, the serious Yuan Zuozong, and so on. Other than these people who surrounded Xu Xiao in Beiliang Palace, there were many unfathomable faces that made Hsu Fengnian hide behind Xu Xiao. Only the two old men who made the cold-hearted Hsu Fengnian feel grateful from the bottom of his heart had passed away. Old Huang, who lacked front teeth and loved drinking rice wine, did not have the chance to know how Li Chungang was when he was young.
Before leaving the city, Old Huang seemed to have already known that he would not be able to return to the Martial Emperor City. At that time, he talked a lot, including one sentence, "Young Master, I, Old Huang, am not as good as other great swordsmen. I only know nine sword moves. Six of them were comprehended before I died. In fact, I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to drink rice wine. Otherwise, I'm thinking that I haven't married in this life, so it's a waste for me to come to this world. At that time, I was always afraid that there would be no one to toast at my grave. This time, it's different. Why do I feel that the sword competition is worth it? "
At that time, Hsu Fengnian mentioned it, saying how unlucky it was. Old Huang grinned, missing his front teeth.
Hsu Fengnian was more afraid of death than anyone else. If he died, would he still need the old Xu Xiao to visit his grave?
Li Chungang broke a thousand armor with one sword move at Guangling River. After that, he escorted Hsu Fengnian back to Beiliang. On the way, Hsu Fengnian asked the old man who he had fought the most dangerous battle of his life.
At that time, the one-armed old man was sitting in the carriage and scratching his feet. He thought for a while and pointed to his arm. However, he did not say the name of that person. He just smiled and digressed, "Young Master Xu, remember This Old Man's words. When you are about to die, don't think about life and death."
These two old men who had climbed to the top of Jianghu had gradually been forgotten. It was like every Spring Festival, when the old talismans were replaced by new peaches on the doors of every household.
Hsu Fengnian slowly opened his eyes.
Between the Yin Realm and the Yang Realm, there was a leisurely exchange of Qi.
He once saw with his own eyes a celestial being leaving his body in a dream at night on the peak of a mountain.
He also once stood between a dragon and a python.
He once said that he wanted to slay a dragon and a celestial being.
Li Chungang said that when he first picked up a sword, he knew that he would become the world's top swordsman!
Hsu Fengnian used six years of his life in exchange for a blade.
The great python swallowed the sky.
The world was silent, and the stream flowed slowly.
The fifth raccoon slowly lowered its head. The tip of a blade was an inch out of its chest.
Hsu Fengnian, with black blood flowing out of his seven orifices, pulled out the Spring Thunder Saber. He turned the tip of the saber and held the fifth raccoon's neck with one hand. One blade, another blade, another blade. Again and again, he repeatedly stabbed the fifth raccoon's body.
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