Taiping Order

Chapter 284: The heroic man in the world

The world's world is ups and downs, the wind is rising and clouds are surging, and the era of the sword maniac Murong Longtu is two hundred years ago. At that time, a young man who was destroyed in the swordsmanship was withered, and how did he collect famous swords everywhere? Go to your own home.

Even those old martial artists with gray hair now don’t understand. Even the old man who lived in more than a hundred years old like Xue Daoyong, who had not yet been born in the era when Murong Longtu held a sword and swept the world for a long time, was still alive. .

People here don’t know how evil the old man is.

He came only to the head, and the old man raised his hand and started to rise first. He was entangled with evil aura and luck. In terms of personal martial arts alone, the martial artist who was not inferior to Yue Qianfeng was beaten away.

But someone had already come and said:

"Sword Crazy Donor, offended him!!"

That was a sad monk.

It was the living Buddha in the Western Regions who had been in the previous life of the guests. Because the two of them fought to the Western Regions, he helped him, but was beaten up by the old swordsman indiscriminately. The monk was also angry, so he came to join in the fun.

He held the master who was shocked by the sword-crazy sword energy with one hand.

A backhand strike.

Glazed Vajra Body!

But it was stopped by a branch that could be broken by a naughty child.

It was not the branch that stopped him, but the person holding the branch.

Buddha said that strong men moved mountains.

I said,

No!

boom! !

The third place in the previous list of the top ten masters in the world, the most outstanding living Buddha in the Western Regions in three hundred years, and he is the best at defense and physical fitness. Everyone thought that he could support more in front of this swordsman, but never thought that .

Glazed body, Vajra is indestructible.

One sword breaks!

The old monk who inherited the cultivation of the Living Buddha in the Western Regions for 300 years was ranked third among the ten great masters in the world because he only had the third strength, and the white-haired sword maniac ranked first among the three masters, but because of the ten great masters The highest ranking is just that.

The sword energy soars into the sky!

There is a person hidden under a building. He seems to be in his forties or fifties, with a very lively eyes. It is Tu Shengyuan, the guest house in the world who came here early. This old boy came to famous people to eat and drink early.

The sword man chased the battle of the Changshengke. He relied on his extraordinary light skills to chase him all the way and quietly leaned forward. When he saw the battle of the sword man starting, he was stared at by the Changshengke. His face turned pale and his heart was panicked for a long time. I know that it was already a hit.

When he came back, he was healed by Taoist Congenital Ziyang Zhenren, but before he had been resting for a long time, he came here excitedly to stare. Tu Shengyuan stretched out his head and looked at the Dharma images in the sky, counting one by one, thirty or thirty-five.

There are a total of forty-seven.

The master figures hidden in the world, from the grassland to the north to the desert to the west, and from the sea to the east, except for forces like the Demon Sect and the Ghost Market, as well as the generals in the army, were all fished out.

Jian Kuang broke into it alone.

Back and forth.

At the beginning, it was still a branch.

Then the sword energy fills the four directions, which is clearly a sword weapon.

Just a trance, the sky was already white, and the silver lights in all directions were swimming like fish, traveling around. This was already a vast ocean, and the sword energy was like a sea. Tu Shengyuan looked at this scene and murmured: "Sword energy is like this, Hahaha…"

"Unparalleled in the world."

“Unparalleled in ancient and modern times!”

He suddenly fell to the ground, stroking his palm and smiling. The old swordsman competed with many great masters in the world alone, roaring and roaring, and the stall owner's legs and feet became weak, but he found that the sword energy had not hurt him anyway. side.

So I realized that I planned to sneak out, and I had already thrown the shoulder pole down and took two steps, but when I turned around, I looked at the wine and edamame in the shoulder pole, and thought about the two five-year-old children in my family.

He suddenly had the courage to be like a rich man in the world.

Gripping his teeth, moving, walking over little by little, and grabbing the shoulder pole.

Carry on your shoulders.

When I moved out of the academy step by step, I realized that the sweat behind me had already been wet. My legs could not control myself and kept shaking. I turned around and fought. The dragon followed the sky, the tiger snarled, and the back was on. The giant wolf with two wings dived, and a sharp sword soared into the sky, like a myth and legendary script, which was simply a nightmare.

Before, he was calm and quiet, and he talked about himself as a swordsman in the world.

As he said, he wanted to see if the sword-crazy sword was so invincible, and the unattainable family members had a pale face. The sword inlaid with gems in his hand was like a crutch. ground.

The stall owner walked forward, but saw a young man walking over with something on his back and said kindly, "This guy, you've been fighting in front of you, don't go over."

The young man in a blue Taoist robe thanked him and said kindly:

"Please give me a pot of wine."

"ah?"

The stall owner was stunned, but he felt that he had met a strange person today, but no matter how strange it was, he still had to do business. His palms were still trembling, and he took out a pot of wine and handed it to the young man.

The young Taoist took out all the money from a worn-out pocket, all of which were copper coins. Some of them were missing a hole. They took a pot of wine and another portion of edamame. After tasting it, they said, "It tastes very good." good."

"My great-grandfather should like it."

"Please send some edamame to my residence."

The young Taoist took some money and bought the remaining edamames from the stall owner. The stall owner responded randomly. When the young Taoist walked away, he was confused and confused. He felt that his luck seemed good and as if it was not good.

Although he didn't sell the prepared things, he seemed to have two bigger deals, so he calmed down and recalled them again, thinking that he could not forget these two addresses, but after careful consideration, he turned around I was stunned.

"Is it a place?"

The first guest in the world is using a carving knife to record this battle information that is destined to be famous for later generations. The sword maniac's sword aura is domineering and calm, and has reached the limit he knows. For two hundred years, this position has been in the world. The most outstanding warriors fought together.

They are all masters of the world and have Dharma appearances. If they were not martial artists of this level, they would not be qualified to stand in front of Murong Longtu and would not be qualified to give that move.

But Tu Shengyuan knew that this was just the beginning.

The six palace masters of the academy have not taken action yet.

The remaining three legends in the world have never taken action.

At this moment, the internal energy and Dharma images collided with each other, bursting out a powerful aura, making Tu Shengyuan's breathing a little depressed and dull, but he knew that this was just a pretender, the roar of swords and swords, the guns and the halberds, you Come and go.

All the romantic figures in the world for two hundred years are here!

At this moment, Tu Shengyuan suddenly heard a zither like a slit.

The sound of the piano was solemn and fierce, but it happened to be everywhere, and it was involved in the roar of the sword. In an instant, it seemed to change the atmosphere of the entire battlefield. Tu Shengyuan felt a cold force exploded from the tailbone and went up layer by layer Come in.

He shivered, but turned to look.

The young man in a blue Taoist robe took off the thing on his back. The thing was quite big and fell to the ground, shaking out a Qingming Festival. The young man swept his sleeves and smoothed out all the gravel that had been shattered and fell from the previous confrontation of swords.

Unlocking the cloth, there is a quaint piano inside.

Here, the masters fight, the roar of Dharma, the flow of energy changes, and even the wonderful things are. The bystanders have been scared away before. Now those who have not had enough martial arts skills and cannot stand here at all. When they get close, they will be shaken back or even be shaken to death. .

But it’s fine if the sword maniac’s sword energy is there.

Even the aftermaths that other master Yi were scattered when they approached Li Guanyi. Three steps ahead, the wind and clouds surged and the sky fell, as if in the age of mythology, the young man was surrounded by calm waves.

The guqin is flat.

The young man bought the wine that Shi Yisong entrusted him.

This is Shi Yisong's desire. He said that he hopes Li Guanyi can use the money to watch this battle.

The young man held the wine and placed the wine beside him, then his fingers fell on the strings of the piano, calmly playing the piano, his voice was extremely quiet in the roar of the sword, and it could be transmitted very far, clearly:

"Murong Longtu, Jiangnan, is the relative of his grandson, Li Guanyi."

"Play the piano for you to cheer up."

The young man pressed his hand on the strings of the piano, and the bronze tripod roared violently. The breath of more than 40 masters here frantically poured into the bronze tripod. Although it could not be compared with the quality of the Qinglang Changsheng Guest, this amount was , there are really enough!

There are so many that Li Guanyi's body can step into a higher level under the impurity of vitality; if Li Guanyi is willing, he can immediately break the realm and reach the peak of the sixth level of heaven.

Only the realm of the master who is truly passive can stop him.

But he didn't.

The thought moved slightly, and the bronze tripod suddenly poured down.

The vitality roared, flowing around, falling on your fingers.

So I played the piano.

So the piano sounded fiercely and countless waves rippled.

The sword maniac Murong Longtu forced several masters to retreat, and looking back.

Li Guanyi and Murong Longtu looked at each other.

He looked at the swordsman in blue. No matter how reluctant he felt, he could only smile. The young man was also proud and his voice was clear, saying, "Great Grandpa, I don't know what kind of sword it can be called from ancient times to the present. The best in the world?”

"I don't know what it means to be invincible."

"I don't know, what is the sword madman in the world?"

! !

Tu Shengyuan shivered, and as soon as he closed his teeth, he sprayed out a swearing word.

His body trembled with tension and excitement.

He knew what the effect of this sentence was at this time, and he also knew that Li Guanyi must understand what it represents—

Li Wanli's son, Murong Longtu's descendant.

grass!

ha!

The piano sounds endlessly, but the swordsman in blue seemed to be very happy, laughing loudly and said:

"Hahahaha, okay, good, with the sound of the piano and the sword energy, good, good, good!!"

He raised his hand and made a move.

With infinite internal strength running, the wine pot placed next to Li Guanyi exploded.

A clear stream of wine rose up and fell straight into Murong Longtu's throat. It was clearly a wine that was greedy for water. The wine pot was full of the spirit of the rivers and lakes. The old man swept across the sword, and the sword energy was magnificent. :

"It's too boring to fight one by one!"

"Chen Chengbi, a giant of the Mo family, Gongyang Su King, old living Buddha..." He held the sword in his hand and passed by one by one. The people who were pointed out all showed a magnificent internal energy. Finally, he looked at the void over there. .

"Jiang Su." The evil spirit of the soldiers soared into the sky, making the sky dark. The old man wearing a cloth clothes and holding a particularly large spear paced out, and there seemed to be thousands of troops following him, with awesomeness.

"Dao Sect."

The white crane was singing for a long time, and the silver-haired man was wearing a Taoist robe and sat cross-legged on the white crane's back, looking calm.

"The leader of the formation."

The silver-haired man stood with his hands behind his back. Many formations were prepared around him, and the orders of birth and death were uncertain. These three people were divided into three directions to establish a foothold. This was the ultimate peak of martial arts in the whole world. Jian Kuang carried his back with one hand behind him and stretched out his right hand.

"Everyone, come!"

The sound of the piano was turbulent and changed, and the old man soared into the air. Ordinary masters could not even participate in this battle. The Taoist sect was innate, the living Buddha of Middle-earth, the Mo family giant, the King of Gongyang Su, and even the legend of martial arts jumped into the sky to fight.

The sky seemed to be dim, the sea of ​​clouds rose and changed, the sword roared, and the gun was transformed. Li Guan's piano sound was stirring and killing, and it did not stop, but the many aftermaths were all smoothed by the piano sound.

Li Guan continued to play the piano.

The sword kept ringing.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

The guest courtier Tu Shengyuan, who was the first floor in the world, was almost smashed to death by the shattered momentum, but he relied on his agility to avoid it. At this moment, he widened his eyes and looked outside, and the master watched, not to mention the more distant one. Warriors in the world.

Above the sky, there is a legendary confrontation, and the palace master draws his sword.

Above the great way, the Qilin plays the piano, and the master watches.

The sword energy above the nine heavens is long!

Tu Shengyuan, the guest house in the world's first floor, trembled and murmured, "It's enough to see this fighting in this way to be famous for eight hundred years in the future. I'm not losing money, hahaha."

Tu Shengyuan is the chief guest of the world's first floor, and he pursues a lot of news from the world.

But he also knows, let alone eight hundred years.

In just one hundred years, it is enough to annihilate the name Tu Shengyuan. In the world, there are waves in the world. It is a generation of new people to replace old people. Where did the old people go? It naturally disappeared.

That's why he traveled all over the world, observed many strange and wonderful things, compiled them in the book, hoping that his name and deeds could leave more time in this year. Now, Tu Shengyuan knows very well that this battle will last for a thousand years.

Tu Shengyuan was very excited: "It should be me who recorded this matter!"

"Fortunately, I found this good place, and I was not involved, and I could see it clearly."

"No one noticed me."

"Ha, they know, they must be envious of me!"

When I was excited, I heard a sigh behind me:

"Fortunately, I found this good place, and I was not involved in it, and I could see it clearly. I was lucky, but no one discovered me."

"These silly men who only know how to dance swords and swords must be envious of me!"

Um? ? ? ?

Tu Shengyuan, who claimed to be the top ten in the world and was the best in the world, was stunned. When he turned around, he saw a huge black turtle. The turtle's head was stuck in front of him, which scared Tu Shengyuan. When he looked again, he found that , that's clearly an old man.

The old man blocked his black turtle as a shield.

It withstood the aftermath of the confrontation between the master-level warriors.

Crawled over.

At this moment, he was wiping the cold sweat above his head. While stuffing the black turtle under his **** as a seat, he breathed a sigh of relief with his expression that was so lucky that he could dodge him. He said with great familiarity with Tu Shengyuan: "It's really fierce enough, Almost couldn't get through."

"Fortunately, my old friend, has a hard and thick turtle shell, and it feels good to make a shield."

Tu Shengyuan: “…”

The guest official in the world said:

"Do you want to think about it and remove the word "old friend"?"

Lao Siming said, "This is not possible!"

"For such a long time, I am the only old friend of mine who is my beloved relative and friend."

"I blocked countless cold sword arrows for me."

Tu Shengyuan grinned, ignored the old man, but focused on the battle, and murmured: "Qin Wuhou personally played the piano to cheer up and invited the world to fight. In the future, when people talked about this legendary battle, they would also Note it, it was recorded by me, Tu Shengyuan.”

Si Ming said, "Haha, it's useless to have such a stupid person."

The old man relied on this excellent position and looked outside, on the great road, the masters each held weapons and hovered in magic. On the sky, the traces of swords and swords almost trampled the sky out into a hole.

And the young man in a blue Taoist robe played the piano quietly.

It was clearly here to play the piano, but he showed that expression. He didn't look like a prince who was so arrogant or a hero who impressed the younger generation of elites. His eyebrows were hanging down, like a child who was about to be abandoned alone. Lips and face tense.

Si Ming always felt that when did he see such a picture?

He was alone, sitting under the Buddhist temple relics pagoda with a bone instrument for a night; he was Emperor Chen Wu, who broke the original reputation of Emperor Chi, crushed the bodies of the royal relatives into flesh and blood and mud, and made his reputation.

It was the first generation of Ye Emperor who founded the Ghost Market but died at a young age.

The old man quietly watched this scene that was destined to become a legend, just like witnessing these things in the past. In the sky, swords broke through the formation, and the formation seemed to have suffered a great loss, and then the Tao The charm of the sect spreads.

The sixty-four key points of "Huangji Jingshi Shu" are magical, but they are cut off one by one.

Although they were cut off one by one, they were repeated one by one.

In the end, the only one who was domineering and calm in the gun and put down the heavy armor was more free and calm at this time. Only he could fight with Jian Kuang one-on-one without losing in a short period of time.

Later, even the aura of the six palace masters of the academy was suppressed!

The sky and the sea of ​​clouds gathered, and thunder exploded.

"Then how is the thunder?"

Lao Siming shook the wine pot and said softly:

"That was clearly the fragment that scattered when the sword light and the gun light collided together."

Tu Shengyuan was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Lao Siming said: "The strength that martial artists in the martial arts world alone can exert is one level, and the fighting spirit is another level. If both sides are in high spirits and fighting fiercely, they will naturally be able to climb to the point that they are impossible for them. The realm of arrival.”

"That's how it is now."

The aura of martial arts legend has reached its peak, and at this time, the vitality of the old man in blue began to weaken. Li Guanyi pressed the strings of the piano and the sound of the piano was a little murmur. He took a deep breath and said, "Chinlong." ! ! ”

The boy's voice came with the sound of the piano, and followed by a wave of dragon roar. The boy's sleeves rolled up, beside him, the Chixiao sword suddenly left the scabbard, like a line of fire, rushing straight Going to the sky, then the whole sky fades.

No, it is not dimming, but rolling and pressing down towards the earth!

Clouds follow the dragon, wind follow the tiger.

Si Ming suddenly stood up and stared at the sky.

The Red Sky Sword flew into the sky, and the sword sounded up. When it reached its limit, it became a series of low dragon roars. This dragon roar was different from the Dharma-Shaped Dragon roar. It was even higher, more majestic and real, with an indescribable feeling. Majestic and sacred.

The arc light that was originally collided by the swords of the warrior exploded into the sky like thunder, and a red and golden light appeared. The light and shadow were extremely majestic. When it slowly swam, even if it looked up from the earth, it would Golden-red scales can be seen.

Red Dragon.

So it is not just this world, it is the land of the Red Emperor for eight hundred years, where the fortune gathers. At this time, the appearance of the Red Dragon is a legend and a miracle for the people of Zhongzhou!

Ji Zichang climbed to the highest point and looked at the legend of the ancestor in disbelief.

Jiang Wanxiang looked at the sky and said, "Red Emperor, the divine beast..."

The cup in Chen Dingye's hand was broken.

The clouds slowly fell from above the nine heavens.

The more it hangs, the more it disintegrates. From the gap between the dragon scales, it falls like a waterfall. The huge and vast red dragon slowly swims, with a sacred majesty. The people raised their heads and saw this The legendary dragon.

"It's the Red Dragon!"

"It's the Dragon Lord!"

The legend of eight hundred years has reappeared.

I don't know who started it. Hundreds of thousands of people in the city knelt on the ground, kneeling towards the dragon above the sky, with longing and fanatical expectations on his face, Si Ming stared at the appearance. The ancient Zhulongzun here.

"…The ancient Zhulongzun, his immortal dragon essence returns and arrives at Quansheng."

"Come here, Chixiao Sword, did Li Guanyi say that he made any wish to protect Murong Longtu's vitality?"

The legends all scattered, and the dragon showed its divine power. So the king went downstairs, and the people knelt down, and the clouds churned, and the red and golden light radiated everywhere, but the blue shirt came from the sky.

Murong Longtu looked at Li Guan one by one.

His eyes were gentle and quiet, and his lips opened and closed.

Just said two words.

"Feel sorry."

Li Guanyi's piano sound was messy.

I am very happy with this journey of the world with you. Sometimes I wonder if I should put down this sword, fulfill your wish, and grow old, but that is what you hope, not what I hope.

You, Qiushui, you are all very good. For me, it is also a crucial existence on this road of life.

But it is crucial, but it is not where I live.

In this life, I only think about swordsmanship!

The sound of swords suddenly rose.

The red dragon soars into the sky, and the blue shirt is fierce.

When all living beings kneel down, the king bows their heads, the heaven and earth are vast, and the legendary rituals are rituals.

The old swordsman with gray hair.

Just one kick, stepping on the red dragon head! He knelt down from all living beings, and stepped into the world beyond the sky. The old man's sleeves were fierce, which shocked the courage of the people in the world. His sword energy was overwhelming, and he laughed loudly:

"Since it's here!"

"It's better to fight!!"

(End of this chapter)