Chapter 301: Majestic rain

Since the battle between the two races of humans and monsters six thousand years ago, after the swordsman line began to wither, and before the Ye Xiu line had even recovered, most of the fights by the monks in the mountains and rivers had been with the use of weapons.
It is simple and straightforward, and the spelling device can also be used for training. Absolute strength is the key to victory.
But it seems a bit boring.
A battle should include these, but it is by no means limited to these.
Xie Huaiyin is an orthodox Confucian monk, but perhaps because he spent too much time in the rivers and lakes, he started to have a more martial arts charm. His natal instruments were not such things as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. It's the silver gun.
The monks never thought that one day they would fight people in close quarters, so they would not think of using things like swords, spears, swords, and halberds as magical instruments. But now, Xie Huaiyin is not only a silver spear, but also with Li An. Fight in close quarters.
It's just that Li An is holding a long whip, and he doesn't want Xie Huaiyin to be too close to him.
In fact, the three monks who entered Ningfu City this time were all in the Taiqing realm. There is not much difference in terms of realm cultivation. However, in terms of combat power, Wen Bailou's absolute ability to overwhelm the other two, after all, are warriors who have come down from the battlefield. , Whether it is the judgment of the situation or the aura of fear of death, none of them can compare.
As the head of Wuning Palace, Xie Huaiyin is actually not superior in realm compared to these three, but he himself has an aura of No. 1 in the world polished out of a river and lake in the North Sea for more than 20 years, so until now, Li An Neither accounted for the slightest benefit.
On the contrary, he has been suppressed by Xie Huaiyin.
Li An looked weird. He was just like Wen Bailou. He just thought that the palace master of Wuning Mansion would get a secret book only by fate, and he had just stepped into the avenue of cultivation. Therefore, he always felt that this Beihai was number one in the world, but so, I dared to be so big, and before Wen Bailou and Jiang Feng had reacted, they acted first. But who knows, Xie Huaiyin is not only difficult, but seems to be telling him that if he is careless, he will even Lost on the spot.
Under the majestic rain, Li An stretched out his hand and wiped his face, and the long whip in his hand struck forward, like a spirit snake passing through the rain curtain. This time it was Xie Huaiyin's neck that he wanted to wrap around.
Xie Huaiyin, who was carrying a silver gun, gave a cold snort and strode out. He stepped on the stagnant water on the long street, but lightly tapped his toes, and his figure drifted away. If the rain had not wetted his clothes, just this With one hand, it's a statement that the style remains the same.
The majestic air machine on the long whip exploded beside Xie Huaiyin’s ears like thunder. By the way, many raindrops attacked Xie Huaiyin. Xie Huaiyin frowned slightly, his figure was stopped, and his feet stepped on the wall to avoid these raindrops, raindrops splashing. Shot on the wall, leaving potholes of different depths.
The long whip came as promised, but she was like a good family girl who was abandoned by the son of the brother, who never left it!
Xie Huaiyin took the gun, flew the long whip, and then pierced it with one shot. Before Li An returned to his senses, he took the gun and returned. This is not over yet. When Xie Huaiyin kicked the wall, The whole person quickly ran into Li An.
The tip of the spear pointed at Li Anxin's mouth.
If the long whip used to be like a serpent tweeting, now the silver spear is like a dragon into the sea. There is no gap between the two.
Li An's complexion changed drastically, and he hurriedly retracted his long whip to protect him, but after wrapping the silver spear, Xie Huaiyin didn't panic at all. He just abruptly pulled the silver spear and went back. So is the whip.
Li An didn't care about the crack of the tiger's mouth, so he was about to hide away, but who knows, in this moment, Xie Huaiyin had already bent his knees and hit Li An's lower abdomen.
Li An's face turned pale for an instant, but before the person flew upside down, Xie Huaiyin took another arm and was punched in the center by him again.
The fist of Xie Huaiyin, who has dominated the Beihai Jianghu martial arts list, is not something that ordinary people can bear, even if the opponent is also a monk.
With a punch, Li An's chest was sunken, and a piece protruded from his back.
The injury is not serious.
Xie Huaiyin looked indifferent, let go of the hand holding Li An, and that hand hit Li An's temple with a punch.
Crashed.
Why are mountain monks afraid of swordsmen, and why are they now belittling the wild repairs in the mountains and rivers? The reason should come from the wild repairs.
In the battle of the same realm, if the monks of the three religions were close by Xie Huaiyin, a monk who was proficient in close fighting, I am afraid that the fate of Li An would not be much better.
After giving another punch to the dead monk, Xie Huaiyin threw the corpse out, standing a little tired on the long street.
Killing is not easy, it seems that he has not suffered any trauma, but at the moment the spiritual palace is tumbling, and his energy is almost exhausted. At this moment, let alone a clear realm, even if it is a green silk realm, Xie Huaiyin is afraid to treat it with caution.
Go get back the silver gun, kick the long whip away with your feet, Xie Huaiyin will turn around and walk back to Wuning Mansion.
The news he got was that three monks had entered the city together, and now there is only one person. He just thought that most of the remaining two were going to be born and die, and he felt funny.
What do you care about these bereaved dogs that are missing in both countries?
It’s good that you Wen Bailou was the number one in the Chu country in the past, and also an enemy of 10,000 people on the battlefield. But what about it, the Chu country has now become Chuzhou under the rule of Liangxi, and the people of Chu have become Liang. Xiren, why are you still holding on to it?
Don’t think it’s a joke?
With the thoughts together, his thoughts diverged a little, perhaps because of this, the hanging sword young man was only discovered by him within fifty steps in front of him.
Xie Huaiyin was holding the silver spear, looking at the young man with the sword hanging fifty steps in front of him, with a calm expression.
The person in front of him was also a monk, just a hanging sword, with the taste of a two-pointed swordsman.
It's just that Xie Huaiyin is not afraid of him, but the young man in blue shirt who is about a hundred steps away, carrying a sword box and holding a paper umbrella.
Young people are always here, and young people are Li Fuyao.
Both are swordsmen.
Standing in place, Chang Lin said straightforwardly: "Cheats, Chang's family."
Xie Huaiyin frowned, and quickly remembered the old thing. If it hadn’t happened at the beginning, he could even pat his chest and say,
I’ve never done anything bad for Xie Huaiyin after walking in the rivers and lakes for so many years. , But it was indeed what he did, even if it was not his intention.
In fact, even Changlin was let go.
Xie Huaiyin asked, "Are you the kid back then?"
Chang Lin did not speak.
Xie Huaiyin suddenly turned his head to salute somewhere, and said softly, "Sir, please."
An elderly scholar with gray hair actually arrived here a long time ago, just drinking under one roof. At this moment, hearing Xie Huaiyin speak, he stood up, stretched out, and glanced at the blue shirt holding an umbrella in the distance. young people.
The old Confucian sneered: "Where did the cat and puppy come from?"
Li Fuyao looked at the old scholar, a little helpless, his luck was really bad.
There is another Taiqingjing?

Outside the city of Ningfu, in the majestic heavy rain, a middle-aged man walked out of the Wei mansion and came to the long street. He intended to go to the Wuning Mansion in the inner city, but he walked out of the Wei Mansion and saw There was a man in armor on the long street riding a horse full of coal, with an euphorbia in his hand, waiting here quietly.
The middle-aged man lost his senses in an instant. Seeing this person, he seemed to see that Chu was still in its heyday. He and His Majesty the emperor were on the stage of the generals, watching him come by, with a look of vigor. .
How old was Wen Bailou at the time, right?
It is no wonder that the emperor's majesty talked about it the most that Wen Bailou was a general from the sky, and he wanted to help Chu State achieve a worldless foundation.
A general who had already become famous in all fields within a year, and an emperor with great talent and roughness, the two met. Without the three mountains of Liangxi, Yanling, Dayu, I would like to be able to build a world-less foundation.
It's just the current situation, no wonder.
Jiang Feng was silent for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Wen Bailou, Chu State is dead, you and I are both bereaved dogs, must you be born and die?"
Wen Bailou Euphorbia is in hand, "If you are like me, naturally you will not kill you, but you are eating the master's bones, but you still have to bite the mad dog of the master. I will feel uneasy if you don't kill you. "
Jiang Feng smiled and said: "The building will fall, so naturally we must find a place to settle down. Even if your Majesty is alive, I am afraid I can understand what Jiang Feng did."
Wen Bailou said indifferently: "Your Majesty can understand, so what? If Chu is not necessarily, and knows your deeds, is it possible to protect you well?"
Jiang Feng was silent for a moment, remembering the acquaintance and encounter with the subjugated emperor of Chu Kingdom. Before he provoke Liang Xi back then, why didn't he wholeheartedly want to expand the territory for his Majesty, and build this ten thousand heritage together.
Between the monarchs and the ministers, I don’t know how many times just to have a long conversation. He Jiang Feng, has he forgotten?
But whether he is aspiring to dominate the industry, or his name stays in the history, he will not be able to live up to the word.
Wen Bailou got off his horse and patted the horse's head. The latter trot all the way, then stopped at the corner. Wen Bailou stopped talking and dragged away.
The euphorbia abruptly pulled out a ravine on the long street, and when Wen Bailou strode forward, every step seemed like someone was beating a drum. The momentum was obviously stronger than that of the first person in the North Sea. Even more intense.
One person dominates the world, and he has an invincible posture. The other person lives on the battlefield all the year round and fights among thousands of troops, and he has an unstoppable momentum.
In fact, among the two, one holds a halberd and the other carries a gun. If it is a life and death fight, I am afraid that the impression will be very good.
It's just that now, what Wen Bailou wants to kill is the former State Master of Chu, who is now Taiqingjing Wild Xiu.
When he walked in front of Jiang Feng, Wen Bailou swept away with a halberd. If Jiang Feng was hit by this halberd, I am afraid that even if he had to turn into two halves, it was a pity that he twisted his body and took a few steps backwards. The castration remained the same. He cut off a hundred-year-old tree by the side of Long Street. The tree fell, and Wen Bailou kicked the tree, and the tree shot towards Jiang Feng.
In the mansion, the martial arts giant who was once ranked in the top ten in the North Sea rivers and lakes, now Wei Xian, who has set foot on the road of cultivation, looked at the scene on the long street not far away, smiled and praised: "The general in armor, Back then, he must have been an unparalleled fierce general, I am afraid that he can be regarded as an enemy of ten thousand people on the battlefield.
Wei Yingchun, the head of the Wei family, is standing next to his son. His martial arts realm is not high, but his eyesight is not bad. He should know when he sees such a style of play. If this kind of martial artist has not been fighting in the army. Experience, definitely the momentum will not be so.
"I once heard that Wen Bailou, a famous general in Chu State, who was good at using Euphorbia, would take the lead in every battle, and his strategy was also the best in the world. He was a real famous general. If the emperor of Chu had not had such a person, he would only I'm afraid I won't be able to break down that great frontier."
The heavy rain was heavy. The father and son stood under the eaves, but they were not exposed to the rain. Wei Xian nodded in agreement. Yes, if not for martial arts, dare you?"
Wei Yingchun smiled and nodded. Watching this battle, he felt a little comfortable in his heart. Although he was expecting Jiang Feng to behead the Wuning Palace Master, but after all these days, he bowed to his knees and watched Jiang Feng being crushed. When playing, the mood can't be considered bad.
Wei Yingchun asked, "When will Xian'er pick up Xie Huaiyin's head?"
Wei Xian frowned and said, "Father really thought that Palace Master Wuning's head was so good?"
Wei Yingchun was a little puzzled, "It's not that Xie Huaiyin is just a martial artist. Since Xian'er has already embarked on the main road, why can't he?"
Wei Xian smiled freely, "I said before that I was going to take Xie Huaiyin's head, but I just told Jiang Feng to listen to it. If he can't get out of this long street tonight, we father and son will assume that this has never happened again, honestly in Ningfu City. Just stay, don’t bother."
Wei Yingchun frowned and looked strange.
Wei Xian didn't explain, he just watched the battle on Long Street and sighed, "If you put him on the battlefield, you can really make the most of it."
On the long street, Wen Bailou's Euphorbia, which had always had the upper hand, swept across, tearing the ground into a gully again. Jiang Feng, who was on the opposite side, had already floated and then withdrew dozens of steps, sitting on the long street with a guqin in front of him.
Facing the former champion of the Chu Kingdom, Jiang Feng flicked the strings and made a sound. Several silver lines broke through the air, opened the rain, and screamed.
Wen Bailou did not take it lightly. He and Jiang Feng were old acquaintances. They knew that he was good at playing the qin as early as that year. As a national player, after becoming a monk on the mountain, Wen Bailou used the Euphorbia as a natal magic weapon. I was thinking about what Jiang Feng is for, and then I thought about it, there should be nothing other than the piano.
After handing it over now, I realized that it was so.
When the several silver threads swept in front of him in no particular order, Wen Bailou's toes touched a little on the ground of the long street, and then moved back. The euphorbia contained the majestic aura, and hit these silver threads hard.
It is also made by Qi machine, these silver threads are like fine needles, piercing the majestic Qi machine of Wen Bailou, and they come to you in a flash.
This made Wen Bailou frowned, but then the Euphorbia hit back, like a hammer hammering heavily on the silver wire.
The finger of Jiang Feng, who was playing the piano on the other side, was cut and bloodshot appeared.
Wen Bailou and him embarked on the avenue of practice almost at the same time, but this one who has been in the army for more than ten years has been accustomed to life and death. If he walks that avenue, he may not be a bit faster than Jiang Feng, but in reality On top, always have to win.
Wen Bailou was the best in the world, and now he is a monk.
After the crescent on the euphorbia hooked several silver threads, the blue veins on Wen Bailou's arm were exposed, but instead of falling back, he ran forward with his teeth. When striding forward, there was a string of shades left on the long street. One's footprints.
What is an unparalleled fighter?
Wen Bailou deserves such a name.
Approaching Jiang Feng again, Wen Bailou swung his halberd down heavily.
Wei Xian smiled bitterly: "Go back to sleep."
Wei Yingchun was taken aback, and then understood what his son meant, sighed, turned and walked towards the courtyard.

When he was constantly drawing his sword and pointing the sword at the Palace Master Wuning, Li Fuyao had already held the blue silk in his hand from a distance, but he still held the sword in one hand and the umbrella.
In the majestic heavy rain, the old scholar looked at the young man with a sword in the green shirt standing in the distance, and when he swept his sleeves, it was stormy.
Li Fuyao held Qingsi tightly, cut through the rain curtain with a sword, and then quietly looked at the old scholar.
The first trial of the two ended here.
Li Fuyao did not reveal too much, even the old Confucian scholar, did not reveal his true cultivation level, but since Xie Huaiyin had to call out Mr. Xie, it was obviously not too bad.
Moreover, Li Fuyao could already tell that this was a Confucian monk in the Qingjing realm.
That being the case, what about the artifact?
The fighting between the monks of the three religions is not a normal wild practice. The magical tools are very important. For example, the monk of the Taiqing realm that Li Fuyao killed in Xiaoyilou before has a picture of mountains and rivers. This old Confucian will be what?
Just as Li Fuyao was thinking, the old Confucianist's big sleeve tricks, a simple inkstone was in his hands.
As he lifted one hand up, countless rainwater was sucked into it.
Li Fuyao felt the majestic momentum, and without hesitation, threw away the oil-paper umbrella and swept forward with his sword.
The old Confucian holds a high level of self-control, and feels that Li Fuyao is nothing more than a wild cultivator. He didn't care about it at the beginning. He was surprised when the rain dripped like a sword from his brows.
But it was too late, and Li Fuyao had already arrived.
The sword energy was vigorous, and the sword intent flourished.
At this moment, all the rainwater absorbed in the inkstone platform turned into ink rain and flowed out, creating a long river like ink in front of Li Fuyao.
The sword pierced Mohe as if it met resistance.
No matter how difficult it is to move forward.
Li Fuyao frowned, the sword spirit in the Ling Mansion was overwhelming.
It poured out like a nine-day Milky Way, majestic and unstoppable.
The old Confucian was finally a little horrified. He looked at Li Fuyao and said in horror: "Are you a swordsman?!"
Li Fuyao was silent, the Qingsi Sword was hard to move in Mohe, but there was a nineteen sword in the sword box behind it.
Although Li Fuyao deliberately favored the other when raising the sword these days, the Nineteen Sword was psychic after all, and it was the Li Fuyao he actively chose, so accompanied by a loud sound of the sword, the Nineteen Sword came out of its sheath!
It fell on Li Fuyao's other hand.
Who has ever seen a swordsman in this world with a sword in his left hand and a sword in his right?
Only Li Fuyao!