Chapter 321: Each is a peak, but one mountain

The old man once faced up to the skinny little girl.
A tall figure, a little girl like a thin bamboo.
A world apart.
Under the gaze of the Taoist, the little girl who had originally hit her head against the wall to solve the problem, like a summer time, drank a bowl of herbal tea, and still in the rich door, the white porcelain bowl of plum soup, no pain, big mouth Gasping, back against the outer edge of the wellhead, the students looked to the old god, was instinctively towed, her eyes quickly swam, looking for the "beads" to hide in the old man.
This is not to remember to eat or remember.
Fortunately, this Taoist attitude toward the human world, especially good and evil, is different from ordinary people. For the little girl's unexplored exploration, I don't care, but for the identity of the little girl, the old man has already knowed a lot, so he is even more annoyed by the old man who said that "the scholar only borrows things".
In the early years, the two men bet that the old-fashioned old man, by relying on rogue and sprinkling shrews, won a token of his, and asked him to protect his life if he met someone who held the token. The old man is willing to gamble and lose, and promised to come down, but the grievances of the old show are not too small. Later, I saw it again. I learned a Taoist method. The two of them sat down and talked about the truth. They are in the flower garden and the lotus cave. On the borderline of the border, or a small scent of flowers, even if the aura is thin, the avenue is difficult to be manifested, but still can not support the avenue of the two people, in the end, it is still the old show to account for the old and cheap . But I don't know when, except for these, the old show is a stinking thing, and even secretly laid such a piece in the blessing of the flowers, it is really black under the lamp.
The old man stared at the little girl under the eyelids, his eyes were clear and indifferent, such as the big day hanging high, never mind the warmth of the world, not even accounting for the world's embarrassment.
The old man had a few blinks, and he saw the life experience of Xiao Shantou.
Sure enough.
The old man looked at a certain mansion again, and snorted a little. His grievances were slightly reduced. After a little thought, he knew the general intention of the old man. He thought it was feasible, and the old man was hesitant and turned his head. To the south of the city, snorted, the old man was actually a little surprised.
The old man gently pointed his finger and hit the little girl's eyebrows. She was stiff.
After a wave of sleeves, the wells were smashing around, and the old people stepped out and disappeared. In the land of the abbot, the long river began to flow backwards, together with the little girl, all the invisible details of the naked eye, the rules of the heavens and the earth. They all began to reverse, the little girl "sick up" the books, and the final picture was fixed on the action she wanted to spit into the well.
She was a bit stunned. She didn't come up with more fear in her heart. She shook her head. In the end, she didn't dare to sneak out. She held the stolen book and ran away.
Yak Mountain is more than 20 miles south of the capital.
Above the devastated city, it was sparse and sparse. Standing on a singer who came from the city to appreciate the "battlefield site", Yu Zhenyi and Qiuqiu temporarily stopped their life and death. At this moment, Yu Zhenyi felt the city head silently. The breath of the breath, and the pure swordsmanship between the heavens and the earth, the autumn is not so much thought, hands on the broken arrow, and look up.
The glass flying sword came to Yu Zhenyi's side, the closer it was to the city, the slower the speed of the flying sword. After going to the city, it trembled slightly, as if it was somewhat fearful.
Liu Zong, the sharpener, followed the glass sword and went to the horse's way. He jumped on a spawn wall and sat cross-legged. The bone-cutting knife in his hand was damaged. The old man stretched out his thumb and rubbed it with a mirror-like blade. In the end, I was so embarrassed to give a sword, and I am now reported.
The general of the Northern Jin Dynasty, Tang Tieyi, wears a "smelter" and slowly climbs onto the city. He picks up an open space, stands and holds the handle, and is magnificent.
In contrast, the arm of the Holy Mountain, which is always hiding under the bridge, is really a shameless master.
Zhou Fei and Lu Yan also came to Nanchengtou, followed by the 簪花郎 Zhou Shi and the crows who stepped on the raft.
Jingxin Zhaifan Waner also carefully climbed the city, did not dare to turn from the two sides of the city road to the thoroughfare, is to lightly step on the inner wall to climb the top, select the location, in Nanyuan Guoguo Division and Beijin Between the generals of Longwu.
The battle between the two cities has evolved into a battle in the city.
From the head of the city to the top of the Yak Mountain, the dust is flying, and if the squid flips the back, it opens the earth.
The merchants of the Nancheng Wailu Road official road have already been exhausted.
Ding Ying not only went upstream, but walked forward step by step, handing out a fist, forcibly breaking up the long sword of Chen Ping’s sword, and also fighting for a wounded, deceiving and close, forcing Chen Ping’s to have a sword To meet the enemy, Ding Yinghua is ridiculous and magical. I don't stick to the martial arts sects of the world. They are all used by my Ding Ying. All the moves, and Yu Zhenyi's big masters, are plausible and different in spirit.
A palm straight shot to Chen Pingan, a sword, but the hurricane will start behind Chen Pingan, bursting open.
Between the fingers, a slash of swords like a water vortex, the trajectory is difficult to measure.
At that time, after Chen Ping’s fall to the ground, Ding Ying’s clothes were smashed, and the heads were scattered. There was no stay, and at the same time, they almost followed the city’s head. They always kept the two people in the two arms, and never gave Chen Ping’s comfort. Sending swordsmanship and swordsmanship to the peak of the peak, Ding Ying can assert that every sword in the white robe is immortal, and the sword is comparable to the sword on the right side of the sword.
Of course, it does not include the three swords on the right.
At that time, the woman's sword fairy, when it came to work, in the midst of it, it is very likely to occupy nearly half of the world's martial arts, can not simply be regarded as the right side.
Therefore, Ding Ying knows well that this Fangtiandao does not exclude the martial art from flying purely in the flesh, and even letting the right side take advantage of the martial arts. Therefore, the right side of the dynasty flies and fails, and it is on the way back to the human world. Already white bones, the spirits fly, or she is poor, no wonder others.
Ding Ying’s fist collapsed in the center of Chen Ping’s sword. The blade was bent out of a large arc. The long-legged sword tip almost stabbed on his shoulder. Chen Ping had to stretch out and put his fingers together, stick it at the tip of the sword and pull back. The curvature that was taken out by Ding Ying’s fist, the body shape retreated, and the water was slid, and instantly slipped out of the official road for more than a dozen feet.
Seeing that Ding Ying’s accident did not win the battle, Chen Pingan did not have any luck. Immediately, he used the spirit of the sword on the sword sword to spread the sword and protect the surrounding.
The boxing is like a rainbow, and the seven or eight pieces of the condensate are the real Changhong, which slams into the sword.
Chen Pingan made a step-by-step transfer, and the thunder was made again and again. The Jianqi boxing was destroyed at the same time, and a group of brilliant glory was issued. Like the two fine horses on the border between the two countries, they are all gone.
Ding Ying has a punch in the distance, and she can't talk about the boxing style at all. It is just the simplest punch and just what she wants.
At the same time as punching, take a light step and draw a distance of two feet.
After Chen Ping’s safety is not easy to offset all the boxing, Ding Ying has already been fighting and fighting, and Chen Ping has been unable to breathe.
Chen Pingan has been fighting and retreating, Ding Ying has always been imposing.
The two sides of each other's momentum, Chen Pingan lies in the first sword of the city.
In the face of that sword, it was Ding Ying, and her heart was so proud that only the level of God was in her eyes, and she could only retire, and even her heart began to change.
The peak of Ding Ying’s momentum is precisely when it falls in the downwind, and it flows upwards in the shoal of the sword.
After that, Chen Pingan began to go downhill, but the strange thing is that Ding Ying did not maintain the momentum and mentality.
Spreading the sword, even if it looks like a strong momentum, such as breaking the flood, Ding Ying confident can resist, at most, to give Chen Ping a sword after winning a breather, so that Ding Ying lost the opportunity.
But the condensed swordsmanship of the first line, Ding Ying can only avoid the edge.
Sanli outside the city, there is a small hill near the official road.
Ding Ying's slammed the tip of the sword, and a palm suddenly made a force, pushing it on Chen Ping's chest.
Chen Pingruo broke the kite and crashed into the mountain bag.
Ding Ying actually directly penetrated Chen Ping into this small hill, as an arrow penetrated the enemy's chest.
The dust is skyrocketing.
The strength of Ding Ying’s palm is as long as it can be seen from Chen Ping’s sword. After the sword is thrown into the air, it begins to fall. Without accident, it will fall on the hill near Ding Ying’s side. nearby.
Ding Yingqi looked up and couldn't see the horror of Chen Pingan. While not delaying his own plunder, Ding Ying actually hesitated to deal with the sword in front. It was a sinister illness, and the sword was driven back and thrown back. On the other side of the city, as far as possible from the battlefield of the two people, so that this young immortal can be held without a sword, or as a bait, in the first line, to kill and kill Chen Pingan?
However, the opponent directly let Ding Ying dispel all thoughts.
Ding Ying’s heart suddenly stunned and stunned. He immediately stopped his body shape and stepped on the ground with his feet. He pulled out a magnificent boxing fist. The fists were like heavy rain, and he hurriedly squatted on the sword and the hillside. In the middle of the zone, even if Ding Ying responded so quickly, there is still a touch of snow and white handcuffs on the body, from the top of the hill, leaping high, exploring the hand, the long-gas high that has fallen under his feet A few feet, just in the palm of your hand.
In order to rush through Ding Ying's fist and torrential rain, it is clearly the end of the strong, but a sword is in hand, Chen Pingan is still to hand out this sword.
As for the power of a sword, will it be greatly discounted, maybe it can only tickle Ding Ying, who is in full swing, or bring a little bit of minor damage.
Chen Ping did not think about it at all.
This incredible world, that street, everyone is inexplicably shouting and killing, as if no one cares about who Chen is really, is good or bad, for what will appear in Nanyuan Guojing.
This kind of terrible feeling, when Chen Pingan saw Liu Yuyang in the hospital bed, went to the covered bridge alone.
He swears that this life can no longer be like this, can only be like a dog, swaying at God, hope to seek a fair.
Chen Pingxue studied the swordsmanship in a short time, but the real Chen Ping’s grasp of the gods is not the sword, but the other three swords.
In the ruined ancient temple, Mr. Qi easily opened the battle of Liu Qicheng.
In the same time as the old sword of the Shushui country, Sheng Song, burned, Chen Pingan once used this sword to smash the golden armor.
Within the paintings of Wen Sheng Lao Xiucai, there are two swords, swords and swords. Chen Pingan has learned a point on the head of Nanyuan National City, and then handed out a sword, directly hitting Ding Ying almost to recognize the world. two.
Chen Pingan had another sword against the middle-earth Da Yue Sui Shan.
These are the three swords.
There are two swords besides, but Chen Pingyu understands, because the people who are out of the sword are not familiar enough, and far away, Chen Ping has not yet realized enough of the point of letting himself out of the sword.
A sword is the wind and snow temple Wei Jin broke through the sky, people have not arrived until the sword has arrived.
A sword is a weak sword of the Moh Heroes, and there is a mountain in front of him.
Chen Ping’s long-handedness, when the next sword, is Qi Jingchun’s hand-held sapling sword, and casually broke Liu Chicheng’s Baidi City.
Ding Ying's heart, once again appeared a little hesitant, and this is a familiar sword, wrapped in the mighty Tianwei, the human body only bears the burden, the city, he retired, this retreat or not?
Ding Ying is in front of the sky, one person and one sword.
Chen Pingan slammed his sword.
A gold line appeared between heaven and earth.
If you learn the boxing, you will have to punch out. If you learn the sword, you will have a sword.
It’s good to let others listen to what they said.
In an instant, Ding Ying’s mind is clear, and people and mind are set.
A sword retreats, two swords retreat, swords and swords must retreat, where should I return to Ding Ying? How do you still wrestle with God? !
Just as the name of Chen Xianping, the of the immortal, is the god, killing the eyes of the people, and then killing the bigger one, it is the clear world, the heavens and the earth have a new pattern!
Is it better to do this God by my Ding Ying? !
Ding Ying smiled quickly, his hands groaned, and the spirits traveled, but the gods were white and traveled the world.
After the hand of the Yin God was handed down, he reached out with his hand and covered his palm with his palm. The voice was not loud, but in the generous case between Ding Yingxin Lake, "If I dissipate the world, can Ding Ying be stronger?"
This of course is a self-talk.
Ding Ying didn't say anything, but there was a thought that seemed to sneer in my heart: "How can I do it, I can't do it, the rules still have to be said, but the mind is only more, no need to talk nonsense, it is nothing but the soul." How is the baby only in the flesh? How is it?"
After a while, Chen Ping’s hand held long air and floated to the ground, and his look was awkward.
It turned out that this sword was handed out, and Chen Ping’s one was purely infuriating. It was already the end of the powerful, but the "meaning" of this sword was too big. Chen Ping’s current strength was too small, so he could not lift it up. It only ended with a small thunder and heavy rain.
This is Chen Ping’s kind of guy who once started to fight, no matter where the land is, noisy.
And the who made up his mind to be scattered by a sword, only the palms and arms disappeared, doubts looked away, silently stepped back and returned to Ding Ying's body.
The two sides tacitly paused for a moment.
Chen Pingan changed a new atmosphere.
Ding Ying needs to appease the soul.
It was this moment that Chen Ping’s and Ding Ying’s minds were
great
, such as the boat anchored into the water.
The old talents beside the wellhead came to the city and smiled and made a decision.
The masters on the head of the city, even those who are completely preserved by Zhou Fei, are not aware of the existence of the Taoist.
Fan Waner only glanced at the other side, but did not find it, and quickly recovered his sight.
Yu Zhenyi looked around and said helplessly: "The practice of immortality, warfare, I thought I could at least fight with Ding Ying. I never thought it was far worse. This is the world, in the end, Ding Ying is the darling, the person who cultivated the Tao, is it? Really no day?"
Zhou Feiqi is amazed, "Ding Lao Mo, this is to monopolize the meaning of the Wu Yun. Is Ding Ying suddenly figured out what, got the rule of the world's rules? Not so, let's all these people still live and dance. How could Ding Ying get such a big fortune. It was not the Lushi dynasty of Baoliangzhou. The emperor lost his heart and went crazy. He saw the country’s stagnation, and broke the can, and sneaked the semi-national smuggling to his son...

Zhou Fei is a slap in the face, stealing music, anyway, watching the lively is not too big.
Lu Yan asked: "The parents in the small Baoguanzhou in the north are short, how do you know?"
Zhou Fei smiled and said: "After all, Laozi is the owner of Jiang's family. How can he completely ignore the things in the world? People often give me dreams."
Lu Yan wondered: "Is this OK?"
"Save money."
Zhou Fei has some fleshy pain, and he screams: "Spring is worth a thousand dollars, and I have a dream in this year. It is called "Jinshan Yinshan is empty."
In the distance, Yu Zhenyi frowned, and the silver lotus crown in his hand trembled, and the petals suddenly opened. There was a touch of green light, and they broke away from the bondage. They flashed away and swept away to the south of the city.
Everything comes from the same time.
In all directions, there are illusory brilliance to Ding Yingyong.
Ding Ying closed her eyes and accepted this magnificent world.
And Chen Pingan’s attack on the magic weapon, suddenly floating, no longer shows people in white robes, restored the true face of the golden robes.
Not only that, the first day of the flying sword in the waist of the sword, the rushing out.
And there are Feijian fifteen in the distance, flying and rushing.
Chen Pingan stood on the top of the hillside, holding a long gas, the sword slammed his arms, and the first and fifteen rounds of the surrounding, the friends reunited, these two little ancestors who had not had a bad temper, never been so excited.
As soon as the golden shackles were floating in the sleeves, Chen Ping’s sighs and swayed, and the big sleeves swayed and hunted.
Small hills only.
However, some people have shaken their clothes.
Chen Pingan and Ding Ying, down the mountain.
Each stepped up and went to the new peak, both sides of the training, or the state of mind.
Ding Ying opened his eyes and glanced at the jug of Chen’s waist. He laughed and said:
After the war, I will drink this wine for you.

Chen Ping patted the waist and raised the sword, indicating that he had the ability, please take it afterwards.
The war will start again.
This time, no longer entangled in the distance between the two arms, suddenly near and far, within a radius of a circle, are full of swords and thick suffocating.
The two sides hit the yak mountain all the way, flying sand and walking from the foot of the mountain to the mountain.
Ding Ying was shot from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain by Chen Pingyi.
Chen Ping’s second sword was picked up by Ding Ying and hit back to the foothills.
Ding Ying slowly climbed up, and the fist boxing of a fist, like the height of a hundred feet of the gods, once and for all, squatting on the yak mountain.
Chen Pingan’s sword was destroyed.
Ding Ying, who had the martial arts of the heavens and the earth, even turned out to be a sinister god, and became a golden body of Qi Niu Shan Qi Gao. He clenched his fists and beat the Niu Niu Mountain again and again.
Chen Pingan should have replaced the tit-for-money steaming Daze style, but after holding the long gas, there is no idea of ​​changing the boxing method. Even the man and the sword are both won by the golden body and the mountain of the yak mountain. Falling together, still insisting on the sword against the enemy, the dust of the Yak Mountain has long been covered, and there are always huge stones rolling down, and the hard-boiled by Ding Ying played a landslide like an avalanche, and the debris flow wrapped in countless vegetation. .
The towering Yak Mountain was shorted by little by little.
The golden robes on the top of the mountain always stood still.
Ding Yingzhen walked on the latest so-called mountain, dusty, dark and dull.
Taking Chen Ping’s sword to block the palm of the Yin God’s palm, the smashed the palm of the law, the golden light broke and the yak mountain was like a golden rain.
Ding Ying went straight ahead, and punched Chen’s forehead.
A golden light, throwing an arc from the Yak Mountain, fell heavily on the ground outside the hundreds of feet of the Yak Mountain.
The slender golden track is like a golden arch.
Ding Ying’s dedication was a swift punch.
It is also the eternal weather of Baihong.
Just where the white rainbow landed, it was that golden light.
Chen Pingan was beaten again and went to Baiyu.
Ding Ying was also very angry with Chen’s tenacious body. Even the foot of this yak mountain, but also flattened the whole number of ten feet, the guy could still be unaware, the sword kept on, Ding Ying angered: "This A punch, death is not dead?!"
Behind the huge yin god, jumped over the yak mountain, after hitting the ground with one foot, the body leaned forward, and the other foot just stepped on Chen Ping’s head.
It’s better than holding a long breath,
With the two people madly killing, more and more hearty, Jianqi constantly blasted around the palms and arms, bearing the robes of the robes that were beaten once and for all, and those auras almost collapsed on the top of Chen Pingan.
Chen Pingxin is completely immersed in the high level of Ding Ying, and even has no time to adapt to these changes in aura. Naturally, it seems that their existence is justified.
Even if there is a who will temper the aura into the body, Chen Pingan can't take care of it. It is only the pain of practicing boxing.
As for so many astringent aura, infiltrated into the skin, flesh and bones, and then into the acupoints of the gas house, and the soul of the lake, Chen Pingan is innocent.
Mountain high water insurance, road resistance and long.
Chen Pingyi looked at the distance with one heart and mind, and some of the roadblocks on the road under his feet, but it seemed to be naturally bypassed. The road is still that one. There is no other way to make a path. Therefore, those roadblocks have become a part of Chen’s life.
The golden body stepped down and there was a big pit on the ground.
Ding Ying put on a boxing frame that "takes it for granted". The Tao is true and true. It is almost "whatever the mind wants, and it becomes the truth."
One hand palms in the sky, across the front, one hand clenched, heavy hammer above the palm.
Knock down a punch.
The wind is rising, the sky is gloomy, and there is a lightning bolt that is as thick as a number of people, when the sky is empty.
The Yin has already receded, arms around his chest, and staring at him.
A flash of lightning broke into the big pit.
The endless lightning, continuous, poured down to Chen Ping, who stood at the bottom of the pit. For example, a flood of floods over the robe of the robe, quickly rushing down.
Ding Ying’s eyes tend to be golden and radiant. The last time he used a fist to hit the palm. In the sky, the sea of ​​clouds like the thunder pool, the most sturdy snow-white lightning, but not the big pit, but slowly landed, and then the of the gods Hold in your hand, such as holding a long sword.
Then start running before, and gently throw the "long sword" in your hand.
Finally, hold the thunder and lightning sword in both hands, stand on the edge of the big pit, the sword tip down, and the head of the man at the bottom of the pit falls heavily!
To know this sword, in addition to the Thunder of its own, there is Ding Ying's understanding of Kendo.
Ding Ying pulled the corner of his mouth and put his hands behind him. "I know that you are coming. Is it true that after Chen Ping’s death, will you really show up? You are really generous. This is called Chen Ping’s Immortal. It is really the best grinding. Knife, how, I am afraid that my strength is too weak, not worthy of your shot?"
Above the city.
Yu Zhenyi's face is gloomy.
He said with a smile: "How do you still feel that you are a of cultivation?"
Zhou Fei stretched his hand to help the amount, resentment, lamented: "His mother's we are in the flowers and blessings, but not in the vast world, the aura is free to squander, you two too too... to succeed, after Laozi goes back, must To find this Chen Ping, no matter what his realm is, he must know him. It is best to serve as the offering of Jiang, and how is the real world..."
Lu Hao interrupted his friend's broken thoughts and sneered: "The premise is that the guy is not dead."
Zhou Fei sighed and took the palm of his forehead and looked at the yak mountain. "It's hard."
In addition to a flash of lightning, there is a Yin Shen method of Ding Ying Yuan You, holding a sword, stabbed against Chen Ping's head.
There is no suspense, even if Chen Ping is wearing a robes, even if he has tried to block the first and fifteenth, he is still deeply penetrated by this sword.
After Chen Ping’s disappearance, the long sword in the hands of the Yin God was broken, and the sword and the thunder broke together in the pit. The big pit echoed with the sky and the sea, and it was also the appearance of the thunder pool.
The overall situation has been set.
Ding Ying is nervous and ready to meet that real opponent.
really.
At the top of Mount Yak, Ding Ying is not far away, there is an old man with an unusually tall figure, and he said: "You are a sharpening stone."
Ding Ying is about to talk.
The old man sneered: "Looking for death. But it doesn't matter. You Ding Ying is still a bit interesting in this world."
Haoran world, pure Wufu, four realm refining soul, five realm refining.
Chen Ping, who hit the sword in the flesh and broke into the ground, did not get up and fight again.
However, among the big pits and thunder pools, there was a young sword fairy floating in a golden robe. The spirits were high and the were close together, and they passed by in front of them.
Then there was a sword hovering in front of him.
As before, Chen Ping was in the city, just like a trip.
But the difference is that after the golden robe and the immortal, there is also a teenager wearing a pair of sandals and wearing a linen dress. The face is younger than the immortal.
A sword is in the world.
In front of him, Xian Xian Chen smiled and said: "I have a sword?"
Just behind the grass shoes, Chen Pingan rushed forward, holding the sword and leaping high. Just like the sword 斩大岳 spike mountain, Lang said: "You can move the mountain!"
This sword goes.
Where is there still the world's first person, Ding Ying, the world is completely devoid of the old devil.
Because the whole yak mountain was gone, it was flattened by a sword.
Among the big pits, Chen Pingan used the golden plaque without lightning suppression, shook his robes, broke the earth and bound himself, and pulled himself out of the mud. The two souls of the soul and the cockroaches returned to the body. , along the hillside, slowly walk out of the big pit.
A vicissitudes of voice with a smile, I do not know whether it is ridiculous or narrow, "this sword is not bad."
Chen Ping took off the waist jug and asked for a drink after a headache. "You are the Tokaido who Chen Laojian said? Is this the view of the Taoist temple?"
The old man who appeared on the side of Chen Ping’s side smiled and shook his head:
There is no view of the Taoist temple. Where am I, where is the Taoist temple.

Chen Ping lifted his sleeves and wiped the blood on his face, but after cleaning it, he was flushed again and asked, "Can I make a few words?"
The old man smiled and said: "I will do it myself."
Chen Ping’s face is unchanged, and he continues to wipe the blood.
The old predecessors have a good way to go to heaven, and they are very powerful.

The old man nodded: "The blind can teach." (https:)