Sword of Coming

The suspended sword array fell to the ground, smashing the ancestral hall. The sword energy rippled in all directions. The entire first-line peak was surging with wind and clouds, especially at the Stop Sword Pavilion where the ancient trees were towering. The wooden leaves fell one after another and swayed leisurely due to the excitement of the sword energy. Upon landing, a large group of direct disciples of Zhengyang Mountain seemed to have entered a troubled autumn ahead of schedule, with their eyes full of sorrow.

This time, no one thought that the young swordsman from Luo Luo Mountain was talking about a crazy idiot.

Behind Tingjian Pavilion, there is a paulownia tree planted by the founder of Zhengyang Mountain. It has grown intact for more than two thousand years, and its trunk reaches into the clouds. Therefore, there are especially many fallen leaves today.

On the top of the sword, the sect master Bamboo Emperor and the sword array immortal only protected the tablet of the god, the incense burner, and the portraits of the ancestors in the ancestor hall. Everything else was carefully crafted to be passed down from generation to generation. Every seat is priceless. The fairy wood beams and pillars, and the floor tiles whose craftsmanship is more sophisticated than those in the palace, all seem to have become fleeting smoke and dispersed with the dust.

Only Zhuyu Fengtian Wan and Wu Tijing, a closed disciple of the sect leader Zhuhuang, were not present at this meeting outside the door that violated the ancestral rules and regulations. In addition, even Yujiaofeng Yuhu had already arrived with his sword. The Bamboo Emperor had previously After proposing to remove Yuan Zhenye, he directly followed up with this sentence, "I, the Bamboo Emperor, as the eighth mountain master of Zhengyang Mountain, the first sect master after becoming a sect, and as a sword cultivator in the Yupu Realm, agree to this. After that, all you need to do is nod and shake your head. No one needs words in today’s discussion.”

After that, Xia Yuancui of Full Moon Peak took the lead in seconding the proposal. Yan Chu, the commander, hesitated for a long time and ignored Tao Yanbo's advice from Qiuling Mountain. He still nodded in agreement. Those mountains that are close to Full Moon Peak and Shuilong Peak have several sword veins, such as Qiong. Zhifeng Lengqi, including Zhifeng Lengqi, had no choice but to follow these powerful ancestors and draw a clear line with the old ape in white.

After Zhuhuang, Xia Yuancui and Yan Chu expressed their opinions, more than a dozen worshipers and guests from Zhengyang Mountain all nodded. It would be better to give up Yuan Zhenye today than to end up in person and fight with Luolu Mountain, which would injure Yuan Zhenye. Who should I ask to compensate for the fundamentals of Daodao? It only said that the hanging sky sword array that was manifested by a grain of golden light was too powerful. Just the reflection of the sword light falling on the mountain made them feel like rays on their backs. Everyone weighed it, if Being cut into the skin of the body by those sword lights will only cut through tofu.

If the Bamboo Emperor didn't mean this and was willing to win over people's hearts earlier, they actually wouldn't mind putting the icing on the cake. It would be the duty of the enshrinement and guest ministers to help Xianfeng perform a few special immortal spells, but since the Bamboo Emperor has such an attitude , no one is just a fool, and they don’t know how to act on impulse. They risk their wealth, life and career to help Zhengyang Mountain in times of trouble.

On the contrary, it was the Sword Immortals who were the masters of several old peaks, including Bo Yun Peak and Pian Pian Peak, who all shook their heads and rejected the suggestion of the sect leader Bamboo Emperor.

One of them, Old Jindan, even directly scolded the sect leader Bamboo Emperor for doing this. He was a fool who would destroy his family's fortune for thousands of years. He had no conscience and no morality at all. It would only bring shame to all the ancestors of Zhengyang Mountain and make them disgraced by outsiders. When you come up the mountain, instead of taking the lead and using your sword to fight back the enemy, you would rather be led by others and abandon a mountain protector who has worked hard to protect the mountain. You, the Bamboo Emperor, are not even worthy of being a sword cultivator. How can you be the mountain master? So what is really going on today? What needs to be discussed is not whether Yuan Zhenye’s name in the genealogy should be written off, but whether you, the Bamboo Emperor, can continue to serve as the sect leader...

The Bamboo Emperor smiled and said: "As I said before, you just need to nod and shake your head, there is no need to speak."

As a result, Lao Jindan was directly detained by the sword array immortal, and he reached out to grab it and put it into the Qiankun in his sleeves.

Liu Xianyang moved his buttocks, changed tables, and continued drinking and eating.

A female Patriarch turned to look at Liu Xianyang and glared at each other: "Liu Xianyang, you and Chen Ping'an are just asking for swords. Why go to such trouble, act insidiously, hide behind the scenes, call friends, and spend so much effort on calculations?" If we in Zhengyang Mountain are really capable, we can imitate the Yellow River in Fengleiyuan and fight all the way from Bailudu to Jianding. This is what the swordsman does!"

Instead of tit-for-tat, Liu Xianyang nodded vigorously and said: "Yes, yes, this elderly aunt, you are old and everything you said is right. If there is another chance next time, I will definitely take Chen Ping'an with me." That’s what I’m asking about the sword.”

When it comes to quarrels, there are many masters in the small town in my hometown. Except for the rich kids from Fulu Street and Taoye Lane, such as Zhao Yao and Xie Ling, who may be a little less capable, none of the others have been since they were young. As far as the eyes and ears are concerned, all the alleys, beside the Suolongjing, under the old locust trees, in the fields and ridges of the dragon kiln, door to door, wall to wall, everywhere are not martial arts arenas for sharpening one's words and skills.

As expected, the female Patriarch, who wore a gold silk crown and emerald green robe, was so angry that Liu Xianyang's unscrupulous words made her body tremble.

The old ape in white took a step forward and said calmly: "I still have half a stick of incense, so you can continue chatting. I'll go and meet that mud-legged man who gets mad when he succeeds."

Liu Xianyang raised the wine glass with one hand and gave a thumbs up with the other hand, "Yuan Ancestor is invincible in one continent. He once changed his fists to Song Changjing and kicked Piyun Mountain, crushing countless ancestral homes. Cao's ancestral home in Muping Lane, Erlang Lane The Yuan family, the Li family in the far west, and the Xie family in Taoye Lane are all invincible. Who dares to settle accounts with Qiu Hou, the ancestor of the mountain movers? Now that they have broken through again, it is not easy to deal with Chen Ping'an. "

The ancestors of the peaks of Zhengyang Mountain and a group of guest ministers were all horrified when they heard this.

How many forces did this mountain protector provoke when he visited Lizhu Cave? No wonder Cao Jun, who claimed his ancestral home was in Mu Ping Lane, would ask about Jian Qiongzhi Peak and Beijian Peak successively. And Cao Ping, the hunting envoy of Da Li? The ancestors of the two surnames Yuan and Cao came from Lizhu Cave Heaven, and they complemented each other in literature and martial arts. They helped the Song family of Dali rise in the north and gain a firm foothold, so as not to be annexed by the Lu family. Finally, they had the great situation of Dali Iron Cavalry Armor today. This is a fact known throughout the continent.

The Bamboo Emperor smiled and said, "Liu Jianxian, please stop joking."

Liu Xianyang's words are of course nonsense, but whoever is not suspicious at this moment, a few words are tantamount to adding fuel to the fire and adding insult to injury. Zhengyang Mountain cannot withstand such a torment.

After protecting the mountain and enshrining Yuan Zhenye, an old ape appeared. With a heavy stamp of his feet, he settled between the top of the sword and the Jianjian Pavilion. At the same time, he used his natal magical power to move mountains, stepped on a line of peaks, and landed with a crash, a mountain. The surrounding landscape and luck will then stabilize the points.

The little bastard from Mud Bottle Alley had the guts to cut open the Zushan Mountain, and then lift up a line of peaks with his sword, making the Zushan Mountain several feet above the ground.

This magical power of stepping on the mountains and taking root with its hands and feet is so domineering that many guests and ministers are worried. Will they follow the Bamboo Emperor and take one side, or make the wrong bet if they are not careful? No matter how the Bamboo Emperor mediates the remedy, at least they will have a real feud with Yuan Zhenye.

The old ape in white put away his Dharma sign behind his back, his aura flowing like a turbulent river, his big sleeves bulging and making a hunting sound, and he said with a ferocious smile: "Shuzi becomes famous, but he will die under a fist!"

Yuan Zhenye stood up from the ground and leaped high, making the mountain tremble under his feet. His burly figure turned into a white rainbow, turned in the sky, and went straight towards the mountain gate.

Liu Xianyang stood up, held his nose, and carried a bottle of wine. He came to the edge of Jianding Cliff and squatted on a white jade railing, drinking and watching the battle.

An unparalleled punch, like a flying sword, made the sky and the earth bright, and created a lake-like depression where the man in green shirt was standing outside the mountain gate.

Over at the Stopping Sword Pavilion, the direct disciples from the peaks of Zhengyang Mountain were looking forward to it. After seeing Patriarch Yuan deliver this punch, they were all dazzled. There were young swordsmen who clenched their fists and cheered silently.

Many guests attending the ceremony saw Yuan Zhenye's action for the first time.

A good mountain protector, he truly deserves his reputation. Yuan Zhenye's punch was so powerful that it could clearly kill the Nascent Soul cultivator.

Maybe those warriors with strong physiques from the Far Traveling Realm would be dismembered on the spot, their flesh and blood shattered after receiving this punch.

But on the waterless "lake" outside the mountain gate, a man in a green shirt remained motionless, suspended in the air, with a smile on his face, one hand behind his back, and the other gently waving to disperse the dust around him.

The old ape in white fell at the gate of the mountain, turned his head and glanced at the long sword inserted in the plaque of the archway. After retracting his gaze, he stared at the swordsman in green who relied on luck to get to where he is today, and asked: "Do we need to keep your whole body? Otherwise, you guys like the Luoluoshan bunch of losers won't be able to stop it, and it will be difficult to collect the body afterwards."

Chen Ping'an didn't say anything. He just raised his fingers at the old ape in white, then turned his head slightly, put his fingers together, and tapped his neck, signaling Yuan Zhenye to hit him here.

Yuan Zhenye narrowed his eyes, and there was a bang under his feet. The ground was dull and shaking, and the mountain roots deep underground in the first line of peaks had a shaking aftertaste, causing the spiritual energy of the surrounding world to ripple. If the confrontation between the two sides is a landscape painting, then all the palms used Observers on the mountain watching the mountains and rivers will find that the mountains and rivers here are shaking for a while at this moment. The old ape in white clothes disappeared in a flash, and the next moment, the old ape in green clothes was violently swept by a punch, hitting the neck, and instantly moved dozens of feet away.

Chen Ping'an shook his wrist lightly, stopped for a moment, shook his neck, and smiled, as if to say that I want you to try it, don't hold back, why are you being polite to me?

Even if the sword cultivator is uniquely endowed, he can temper the flying sword and at the same time warm his soul and body. He can refine the sword and temper the body at the same time, getting twice the result with half the effort. This allows the sword cultivator, headed by the four most difficult ghosts on the mountain, to be able to defeat thousands of people with one sword. He has a body comparable to that of a military monk and a pure martial artist, but even the green-shirted swordsman from Luolu Mountain and his friend Liu Xianyang are already in the Jade Purity Realm, but a Jade Purity Realm swordsman can really create a small world in his body. The body is like a city, so indestructible?

Until this moment, the monks who watched the ceremony who knew the identity of "Zheng Qian" began to believe that she might actually be the founding disciple of this young mountain master.

And the old ape in white was really like a master on the mountain. Every time he punched, he would not take advantage of the victory and pursue it. He would stop after punching, as if he deliberately gave the man in blue a chance to take a breather.

Although this person who is blessed with good fortune and protects the mountain in the upper five realms is undoubtedly a monk, he has always made Aquarius Island famous for his boxing and kicking skills.

The old ape in white had a gloomy expression on his face, "You son of a bitch, you really won't fight back?!"

Wearing a green shirt, he never carried a sword and remained silent.

Yuan Zhenye laughed endlessly, opened a simple boxing frame, bent his knees slightly, and lowered his head slightly, as if carrying a mountain on his back. When the boxing frame was together, there was a vision of a whale swallowing the spiritual energy of the world. The spiritual energy and pure true energy that should have naturally conflicted , actually got along well with each other, and all turned into a powerful fist intention. Not only that, after the fist frame was opened wide, the fist intention behind him was like the monk's enlightenment in the mountains, condensing into mountains, and the fist fist under his feet was like a river flowing violently, and The steps and steps of the Taoist disciples are similar but have the same effect, laying out a fairy pattern full of Taoism. Finally, the old ape in white steps on a brand new true shape map of the Five Mountains in Aquarius Island. Before passing the fist, the old ape in white , just like the ancient immortals lifting huge mountains and stepping on rivers.

Tempering and moving mountains are magical powers, and the melting and casting fist means mountains and rivers are one furnace.

Chen Ping'an glanced at the half-baked true form diagram. It seemed that the mountain protector had not been idle in these years, and he had figured out some new tricks by it.

A mountain spectator at Qingwu Peak marveled, "Such a boxing technique can be said to be at the top of the mountain, beyond the reach of Mrs. Wu."

Pei Qian squinted at the man and almost couldn't help it. She held down the opponent's head like the Zuo Guardian of Qilong Lane and made him stare at him. When her master took action, what was the real boxing technique?

Everyone saw the burly old ape, with a majestic momentum that would create something new in the world, punch the young swordsman in the head.

In an instant, the old ape in white stood at the original position of the green shirt.

But the young mountain master still didn't fight back and let the punch hit his forehead.

Is it because Lao Yuan's fist is destined to be avoided?

From the first-line peak "on the lake" to the verdant Full Moon Peak, a long green line stretched out in an instant.

Almost everyone's eyes were subconsciously looking at Full Moon Peak. He was wearing a green shirt and standing in the air. But behind this person, at the foot of Full Moon Peak, the strong wind blew and swept across the mountain peak. Countless immortal trees were all broken, and some were affected by Chiyu. The Xian family's mansion was like a piece of paper, being torn apart by that fist.

Let's just say that the backward route of the Qingshan Sword Immortal cut a gully several feet deep on the ground between the two peaks.

The old ape in white followed him like a shadow, and punched again. The fist was shining brightly, and the white light was dazzling, as big as the mouth of a well, and it hit him straight.

With one punch, the green shirt, which was originally backed by the green mountain, completely penetrated the entire Full Moon Peak!

Yuan Zhenye followed the dug "mountain gate road" and slightly opened his body with a strong and domineering fist. Countless rocks collapsed on the road, and finally stepped on more cliffs, leaving the Full Moon Peak behind. A large piece of the book cliff collapsed, and the burly figure turned into a rainbow and flew away. He raised a fist and hit the little bitch who had really made up his mind not to fight back. The opponent's figure was so fast that he fell towards Qiuling Mountain, which was located halfway up the mountain. That cooling lake.

The man in green shirt who received this heavy punch retreated very quickly, but when he was approaching the water, his figure suddenly hovered, and his toes tapped on the lake surface, causing a circle of spreading ripples.

The green shirt is swaying, and the immortal is standing on the water.

The entire lake under his feet exploded on the spot, with boiling water rolling in, setting off huge waves, and water mist rising. Many monks who were watching the battle from a distance in the nearby water pavilion were immediately drowned.

This thrilling scene made Xia Yuancui's eyelids tremble. You two are such idiots, just fight, fight somewhere else, don't ruin the geomantic treasure of my hilltop!

The old ape in white punched his head.

I heard that your kid likes to pray to gods and worship Buddha since he was a child, so you should sacrifice your life and get married to Shui Yi!

Chen Pingan just stretched out his palm to block the punch casually.

A swordsman dressed in green and an old ape dressed in white, both of them fell down. The summer lake was completely empty. They landed on the shore and rushed in all directions, down the mountain along the Full Moon Peak.

The hiking trail at Manwol Peak is like a stream with steps as its bed, rushing towards the foot of the mountain.

The descendants of the peak near Xiaoshu Lake and the monks who watched the ceremony were in a hurry. They had to use their own methods to resist the huge waves that hit the shore and stirred up into the sky. The most troublesome part was that the fist power contained in it covered the sky with the lake water. The sun was blocked and so overwhelming that many monks' spells were shattered to pieces, and their natal objects were shaken like pieces of duckweed. Their Taoist minds were unstable and they quickly put them away as soon as they were offered.

When gods and gods fight, common people suffer. How are all the Qi practitioners who are not immortals under the mountain different from the ordinary masters in the market below the mountain?

Everyone was horrified. The ancestor who moved the mountain had only served as the guardian of Zhengyang Mountain for a thousand years, so the years of living in the mountain and cultivating Taoism would only be longer. If he had this Taoist method and boxing intention, if he still had some It makes sense, but that young swordsman from Luolu Mountain who was born out of nowhere was about the same age as Liu Xianyang. How could he have such a spiritual background?

The ten young people and candidates selected by Aquarius Continent, Zhenwu Mountain Ma Kuxuan’s cultivation base and talent, Jiang Yun and Liu Baqiao’s mentorship, Xie Ling’s family background and good fortune, no matter how they rise, there will eventually be traces to follow. .

Not only was the water in Xiaoshu Lake empty, but the mud at the bottom of the lake was spread out, and the bluestones at the base of Manwol Peak were exposed underwater.

The truth comes to light, but that's all. What created such a scene was just one punch from the white ape and one punch from the green shirt.

Chen Pingan stood on the slightly moist bluestone. The bluestone under his feet kept crackling, and it was like an extra spider web appeared at the bottom of the Cooling Lake. Chen Pingan raised his hand, used water magic, and scooped the water back into the lake.

The old ape in white stood on the shore, his expression as usual.

After several punches, a breath of pure Qi flowed through the mountains and rivers, but it was not exhausted.

Xia Yuancui spoke from the bottom of her heart to the nephews around her: "Nephew Tao, my Full Moon Peak is just a few broken stones, but your Qiuling Mountain is a good summer lake. It will be difficult to repair after this storm."

Yan Chu said: "Yan Bo, half of the stick of incense has passed, and you haven't made a decision yet? Actually, let me tell you, the overall situation has been decided anyway. No matter whether Qiu Lingshan nods or shakes his head, nothing can be changed."

The implication of this master's words is naturally good intentions, reminding Tao Caishen, who is of the same generation, to retain a heroic spirit for Qiuling Mountain. It will be better to spread the word. Crossing the river and demolishing the bridge is the Bamboo Emperor and the first line of peaks. It means that Qiuling Mountain is different. It has a strong character and has the opportunity to impress all the outsiders who stayed in the peaks to watch the ceremony.

For Yan Chu, Tao Yanbo's Qiuling Mountain would be better off just pretending to be a fat man and controlling all the money and operations of Zhengyang Mountain. He actually has more real power than him, the patriarch of the law who was born in Shuilong Peak. If Shuilong Peak and Qiuling Mountain can exchange places from now on?

The Bamboo Emperor looked displeased and said in a deep voice: "Now that the matter has come to this, let's stop making separate calculations."

It was previously said that a stick of incense would lead to a sword.

That Chen Ping'an was just making random nonsense, but it was the approximate time limit for the Sword Top Immortal beside the Bamboo Emperor to maintain his current state.

Could this guy be the roundworm in the belly of Zhengyang Mountain? Why does he know everything clearly?

Therefore, what the Bamboo Emperor is really afraid of deep down in his heart is not the sword immortal or the mountain master, but the thought of hiding needles in everything.

In the Xiaoshu Lake, after Chen Ping'an used his magic to scoop water into the lake, the water level was shallow and clear to the bottom.

Chen Ping'an finally spoke and asked with a smile: "Back then, I was restrained in a small town. It was understandable. Why are you still such a bitch in your own territory? Are you afraid of beating me to death?"

Because Yuan Zhenye is still a qi practitioner after all, so in the old Lizhu Cave Heaven, the higher the realm, the more suppression, and he was overwhelmed by the great road everywhere. Even every breath and exhalation would involve a small cave sky. With the flow of luck, Yuan Zhenye will waste a lot of his Tao Xing if he is not careful, and ultimately delay the breakthrough. With Yuan Zhenye's status, he naturally knows that the thousand-year-old dragon in Huangting Kingdom has a long history, and even the dragon-born water-born who devotes himself to cultivating Taoism in the Qiantang River Fengshui Cave in the southeastern boundary has the same chance to become the first in Aquarius Continent. The mountain spirits in Yupu Realm.

It is estimated that this guardian of the mountain had already regarded the upper five realms as his treasure at that time, and had made up his mind to strive for "number one" in order to gather the luck of the Yizhou Avenue, so at most he was in charge of the kiln affairs department. Over there, I met Song Changjing, the feudal lord in a white dragon fish suit. His hands were itchy for a moment, so he couldn't help but exchange fists with the opponent, thinking of using his fists and feet to help hone his Taoism, so that he could make further progress.

Yuan Zhenye said with a cruel smile: "I have seen people who want to die, but I have never seen someone who wants to die like you. Grandpa Yuan will satisfy you today!"

The face of the old ape in white took on a true ape-like appearance, and the hair on his head and face instantly grew, like countless silver threads flying.

The old ape's body was long, and he hit the ribs of the green-shirted man with one leg, kicking him out of Qiuling Mountain and flying towards a nearby Qiongzhi Peak.

With one kick, the chaos of Qi was like a big thunder shattering in the ground. The entire Qiuling Mountain spread out in bursts, like rows of iron cavalry crossing the border. Wherever they passed, the rocks collapsed, the grass and trees were pulverized, and the mansions exploded. Even the clouds and mists outside Qiuling Mountain were tilted by it, as if being dragged toward Qiongzhi Peak.

From the beginning to the end, the green-robed swordsman, who kept his promise never to fight back, stepped on the ridge of a fairy mansion, the top of an ancient tree branch, and the top of a pole of green bamboo with his toes, and then stopped.

The second seat of Luolu Shanmi, who was responsible for guarding Qiongzhi Peak, was busy putting away the glowing sword energy that filled the sky.

The old ape in white crashed into the bamboo forest, causing countless emerald green colors to bloom instantly in the Qiongzhi Peak Mountain. Hundreds of thousands of green bamboo poles broke out of the ground and flew randomly.

It's just that Yuan Zhenye punched very fast this time, and only a few people could see it clearly. More people could only vaguely see the white rainbow figure, which was unstoppable among the green clumps, tearing the world apart with its fist. As for the green shirt, there was no trace of it.

The next moment, a green painted arc swept out of Qiongzhi Peak. The extremely long arc just bypassed a cloud-popping peak, and then passed by a vassal hilltop. The old ape in white huddled in the mountains and rivers, and suddenly appeared his true body, a huge palm. Sweeping out, the entire green mountaintop was directly interrupted. The mountain was like a flying sword, and it collided with the man in green shirt. The latter waved his sleeves casually, and the mountaintop collapsed on the spot and smashed into pieces in the air. The flying swords fell like rain, and the The cyan figure took advantage of the situation and flew towards Yujiao Peak, which was more than ten miles away, at a faster speed. The old ape followed him in stride, leaning against the top of Yujiao Peak with one shoulder, and the collision caused the top of the mountain to crack open again, shooting towards Chen Ping'an.

At the same time, the old ape's Faxiang poked the ground with his foot and sunk deep into the ground. He let out a light drink and then raised his toes. He trampled the roots of a small hill on the ground and lifted the entire mountain into the air, one behind the other, one behind the other, at the same time as Yujiao Peak. Smashed at the green-shirted swordsman.

The ferocious old ape who moved mountains uprooted two more small peaks of the vassal clan, held one in each hand, and smashed them at the little bastard who didn't know whether to live or die.

The majestic image of the old ape crossed the mountains and rivers in one step, stepped on the top of a broken mountain that used to be a small country in the south, and looked ahead.

Chen Pingan brought his fingers together to make a sword slash, splitting the top of Yujiao Peak in the middle. He waved his sleeve with his left hand and smashed the top of the mountain back to its original position. Then with two taps of his fingers, he directly split the two vassal hills. Fixed in the air.

A green shirt slowly fell to the top of Qingwu Peak.

Pei Qian quickly landed and stood next to his master, otherwise it would be ridiculous.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "It's okay, the old beast didn't have enough food today, so his punches are soft, and if he keeps a little distance, he throws the mountain randomly, which makes the catkins fluttering. It's far less powerful than us throwing the millet grains and melon seeds."

The little girl in black smiled from ear to ear when she heard this. She hugged her hiking pole and quickly raised her hands to cover her mouth. Her light eyebrows and narrowed eyes made her very happy.

How can she be so powerful? No matter what, the good mountain master is telling you nonsense. Don't believe any of you. But if you really want to believe it, I will find a way to make you not believe it.

Cui Dongshan said with a smile: "The Right Protector doesn't even need to take action today, and his reputation has already spread far and wide."

Xiaomi Li laughed and said: "False fame, all false fame."

Chen Ping'an said to Pei Qian from the bottom of his heart: "Keep an eye on the Yixian Peak. If anyone dares to take the lead, fight back."

Pei Qian nodded, "I understand."

Chen Ping'an stepped lightly on the ground and left Qingwu Peak in an instant, making no sound. Compared to the old ape in white who literally pulled mountains and rivers with his strength, there was really no momentum at all.

Wearing a green shirt, he passed over the two mountains that seemed to have been subjected to a body-holding technique, dragged him up the mountain, and confronted the old ape with his feet on the mountain.

The remaining half stick of incense is about to end.

Chen Pingan laughed from the bottom of his heart and said: "Don't worry, at least Tao Zi will definitely take action on the Yixian Peak. I remember the first time I saw her on Fulu Street, I knew she had been a very smart person since she was a child, but Mr. Yuan Zu, if you continue to dominate the mountains and rivers with such an invincible attitude, how can she defend you? Three punches, the last three punches, Yuan Laozu carefully weighs it, whether to continue to let laymen watch the fun, or let experts watch the door, I am free. "

After speaking, he dragged the two mountains and threw them into two places respectively, making them the top of the Poyun Peak Domain and the top of the Yujiao Peak to serve as the peaks.

The old ape in white suddenly put away the Dharma sign and stood on the top of the mountain. The old ape took a deep breath. Just such an ordinary breath, there were strong mountain winds rising from the peaks. The wind blew and the clouds surged. , Yuan Zhenye, standing on the top of the mountain after destroying cliffs and breaking trees, looked around, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers crawling under his feet, and in his field of vision, only that green shirt was the only sight, which was extremely annoying.

As that bitch from Mud Bottle Alley said, he could probably still throw out three punches.

Yuan Zhenye's body is a blend of Taoism, fist and mind, as if practicing Taoism for thousands of years is the sky, and the boxing and mind accumulated and polished for thousands of years is the earth. He uses the small heaven and earth of the human body as a bridge of longevity, merging the two into one, and finally reaching the mysterious realm of the union of heaven and earth. .

At the highest point of his life's spirit, the first punch he delivered was an injury in exchange for a life, which was equivalent to a punch at the peak of Zhiji Wufu's boxing spirit.

Those with little mud legs should spend their whole lives crawling around in the mud. You are lucky enough to be in power, but you don't know how to cherish it. You don't know how to hide and enjoy the blessings. If you dare to come to Zhengyang Mountain to show off your wealth, then I will punch you to pieces and fall to the earth. You will only be worse than the one whose bones were exposed to the sun by Li Tuanjing. The female cultivator from Full Moon Peak in Fengleiyuan Square met an even worse end.

If there is an accident, there is a second punch to treat the guest, which is equivalent to the full blow of a swordsman in the immortal realm.

The last punch, what sword fairy, what mountain lord, just die!

On the other side of the first line of peaks, Tao Yanbo's face was full of exhaustion. The sword immortals from all the peaks, including the guest ministers, totaled nearly half a hundred people, and only a handful of seven or eight Zhengyang Mountain sword cultivators shook their heads.

Everyone else nodded and agreed to the Bamboo Emperor's proposal.

According to the rules of the Zushitang, from this moment on, Yuan Zhenye is no longer the guardian of Zhengyang Mountain.

The Bamboo Emperor said: "Yuan Zhenye, stop it. Although you are no longer the Immortal Genealogy Master of Zhengyang Mountain, I am willing to intercede with Luopo Mountain. No matter what price we pay in Zhengyang Mountain, I can guarantee that you will be alive today." After leaving the Zhengyang Mountain boundary, I ask you to leave Aquarius Continent."

The Bamboo Emperor spoke to the green-robed Sword Immortal in his heart at the same time: "Master Chen, as long as Yuan Zhenye goes to sea in the future and tries to travel to other continents, I will personally take Xia Yuancui and Yan Chu to cooperate with you in Luolu Mountain to kill this person." hunt!"

Chen Ping ignored it and just smiled and narrowed his eyes. He did not refuse or agree.

Yuan Zhenye was equally indifferent. The old ape in white turned his head and looked at the top of the sword. He had an old ape face with no expression.

Maybe it's because grief is greater than heartbreak, maybe it's because the mountain-moving ancestor is blessed with the destiny of a continent, but in fact he has a plan in mind and still has a back-up plan to reverse the situation.

What the old ape in white saw in his eyes and thought in his heart was that this year, the ancient paulownia tree in the mountains had already lost its leaves before autumn began.

In the past years, the flowers bloomed and fell, the leaves were green and yellow, and no one disturbed them. There was only the rustling sound of the broom wiping the ground.

Yuan Zhenye crushed the entire mountain top with one foot, and with a powerful momentum, he attacked the green shirt hanging on the high place.

A body with perfect fist intention seems to be higher than the mountains.

After a punch is delivered, it is like a thunder pool cracking open and then shooting out.

Almost everyone subconsciously looked up and saw that the man in green shirt was punched and disappeared instantly.

Yuan Zhenye, who was the one delivering the punch, actually slid backwards for more than ten feet, his sleeves shattered, and his two muscular arms became mangled with flesh and blood, and the muscles and bones were exposed. It was shocking. Then the old ape in white suddenly climbed up and became angry. He yelled and punched the sky for the second time.

In the sky of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, there are only continuous bursts of thunder, and there is no blue shirt.

The sound of thunder sounded as if it was very close to the ears. Many monks who were not advanced enough had to cover their ears and tried their best to circulate the spiritual energy in their bodies to protect their Taoist hearts.

The Earthly Immortal monks who stayed at the peaks to watch the ceremony all used their magical powers to help the monks around them who were in pain, and dispersed the ripples of Taoist fists that were falling like rain.

Yuan Zhenye clasped his hands behind his back, the bones and flesh of his fists had melted away, his eardrums were broken, his hair was disheveled, and the snow-white hair on his temples was stained by the blood flowing from the ear holes and stuck together.

There was a young female sword cultivator on the other side of the sword pavilion at the first line of peak. She yelled, "Grandpa Yuan, let me help you!"

There was a beautiful woman in purple clothes, who seemed to have no regard for life and death. She was actually alone and wanted to use her sword to reach the sky.

But just as she was about ten feet away from the ground with her sword, a young woman with a bun in her hair came through the air, grabbed her neck, pulled her away from the sword, and threw her back. In the Tianjian Pavilion square, Tao Zi was thrown into pieces, and the embarrassed Tao Zi was about to return the sword to its sheath, but the female martial artist reached out to hold the sword's edge, twisted it gently, and casually broke the long sword into two pieces. Nailed into the ground beside Tao Zi.

This time, the monks who were watching the ceremony were wiser and no longer picked up sesame seeds and threw watermelons. They took a glance or two at the movement in the Stopping Sword Pavilion and then continued to look up to the heights with the old ape in white.

The man received two punches but still did not fight back.

Not even dead?

The answer is obvious. Not only was the guy not dead, he was safe and sound.

At the canopy, a man wearing a green shirt seemed to be strolling down the stairs.

I saw the man in green shirt stop, lift up his shoes, gently put them down, and then twist his toes, as if to say, crushing you Yuan Zhenye to death is like crushing an ant to death.

Yuan Zhenye's eyes widened, his fists clenched with only bone-white bones left, he raised his head and roared: "Who the hell are you?!"

It absolutely does not believe that this green-shirted man who fell from the sky will be the mud-legged bastard who only knows how to hug his little clever ones back then!

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "The kiln workers of Mu Ping Alley back then and the owners of Luolu Mountain today are not all named Chen Ping'an, otherwise who else could they be?"

Chen Pingan raised his hands, and in the palms of his hands, a sun and a moon appeared respectively.

The sun shines brightly, and the moon shines brightly.

The sun rises and the moon sets, the sun sets and the moon rises, and then returns again and again, forming a golden circle with a dense treasure, just like a path of gods traveling through the heaven and earth.

Chen Ping'an twisted his wrist again, and it was the natal star belonging to the five elements, manifested and born, with five colors, slowly rotating around the sun and moon.

The sun, moon and stars, if ordered to do so, surround one person. The sun and the moon hang together, the Milky Way hangs in the sky, following the rules, hanging in the sky.

After this, there are pictures of mountains and rivers, Aquarius Island, Tongye Island, Beiju Luzhou, looming, painted or drawn in white, and the dotted landscape gods, passing by on horseback, fleeting in the scroll, among which There is still an upside-down mountain that has traveled to the Qingming world.

In an instant, a man wearing a green shirt stood in the middle, a god in the sky.

Even Jiang Shangzhen was a little shaken and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Cui, what kind of swordsmanship is this?!"

Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "Of course it's swordsmanship, but it can be regarded as the boxing method pioneered by Mr., it can be used with both boxing and sword, no need to separate the family. Pure martial arts, for thousands of years, the world has been prosperous, this is the pinnacle."

Cui Dongshan waved his snow-white sleeves and said, "He's my husband. It's not worth making a fuss about."

Otherwise, how could Sir be able to close the martial arts distance with that Cao Ci?

It relies on the level of ten realms of energy that is unprecedented and unprecedented.

Pei Qian was in high spirits. Look, he is really smart. The master can teach him boxing, but he cannot teach him boxing.

The demon who transformed into a demon under the guise of Shi Rou's skin couldn't help but repeated his old tricks and shouted, "Yin Guan Ancestor's martial arts skills are unparalleled, his sword skills are invincible, damn Bai Yu Jing is really invincible, Taoist second brother will be your thousand thousand." Second in the year...

However, this white-haired boy who possessed Shirou finally remembered to use magic to isolate the world and prevent his words from leaking out. It was a fly in the ointment and he always felt that he was not enjoying himself enough. After all, even the Yinguan ancestor could not hear the words he spoke from the bottom of his heart.

Xianyue looked at the bright moon for a while, held her breath and looked at it carefully, and finally sighed. Although after the guy returned to his hometown, he returned half of the moon soul essence at the blacksmith shop, probably for Liu Xianyang's sake. , but this young hidden official has a dark mind and a dark hand. What kind of brain does a scholar have? Could it be that when I returned to the small town, I had to go to school for a few days?

Qiangyue asked: "Will this old ape run away?"

Ning Yao shook his head and said: "No, he will die both physically and mentally."

On the other side of the ferry, Yu Huiting only felt thrilling and murmured: "No wonder he can become a hidden official in the Sword Qi Great Wall."

Wei Jin said: "Yuan Zhenye is going to use his trump card."

Yu Huiting asked curiously: "Uncle Wei, what do you say?"

Wei Jin remained silent, wouldn't he think about it? Even if you can't imagine the truth, you can just wait for another moment and a half and you will naturally know the answer. What is the point of asking?

Yu Huiting mistakenly thought that Uncle Wei was thinking about something, and asked: "Uncle Wei, could it be that the one who protects the mountain and worships him will be more fierce and domineering with his next punch, thinking of changing his life?"

Wei and Jin were too lazy to turn their heads to look at her. They rarely put on the airs of their elders and said calmly: "I heard that you have a good experience at the foot of the mountain and have a good reputation among the Dali frontier army. Don't be complacent and guard against arrogance and impetuosity. Return to Fengxue Temple and work harder on cultivating your mind."

What he meant was to remind her that she needed to use her brain more to practice in the mountains.

Yu Huiting didn't think much about it. She just thought that Uncle Wei, the most unkind person in Shenxian Terrace, was caring about people for the first time. She suddenly smiled like a flower.

Wei Jin knew that what he said was in vain.

Yuan Zhen stepped on the void, and once again the huge true body of the mountain-moving genus appeared, with a pair of pale golden eyes fixed on the former ant high up.

There are long rivers of tempered luck on its body, flowing in the muscles and bones and blood vessels as the river bed. This is the protection of the great road for the first mountain spirit monster in a continent to reach the upper five realms.

Chen Ping'an also had a pair of golden eyes, but they were far richer and more refined than Yuan Zhenye's. He sneered: "Why, do you have to say that I am Zhu Yan so that you can recognize your ancestor and return to your clan?"

Yuan Zhenye said sternly: "The bastard continues to laugh. After one punch, both jade and stone will be destroyed! Remember to find a good place to reincarnate in your next life..."

Chen Ping'an raised his fingers and said, "Come on, please beat me to death."

Half the incense has passed, and I can give you another chance to punch.

Cui Dongshan endured it, but he couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter.

Jiang Shangzhen was also helpless. Who could he choose to compete with in terms of luck consumption and avenue suppression, but not with our young mountain master who was targeted everywhere by Haoran and Manhuang.

As for the bastard words of the mountain-moving ancestor, there is no need to worry about it, since it will shut up completely soon.

Jiang Shangzhen asked in his heart: "The overwhelming power of the two worlds is clearly still there, why doesn't it seem to be so obvious? Have you found some way to solve it?"

Cui Dongshan revealed the truth with his words, "Sir, I just really wanted to understand a Buddhist saying. If you want to save all sentient beings, you must actually save all sentient beings. That's why you can rise to a certain realm. You are always confused in the Dharma, and the Dharma is unimpeded by opportunities everywhere." . Sir, you have this heart first, and then you have this state."

Jiang Shangzhen nodded and said, "It's amazing."

However, Jiang Shangzhen knew very well that Cui Dongshan only said it lightly, but Chen Ping'an actually did it, which was definitely a physical and mental torture.

Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes and said, "Nonsense."

On the top of the sword, Liu Xianyang shook the empty wine bottle in his hand and casually threw it out of the white jade railing. He held the back of his head with both hands, feeling that all the grudges of the past were gone.

Outside the Luolu Mountain Bamboo Tower, there is no longer a mirror of Zhengyang Mountain, but it doesn't matter, there are still Chief Zhou's methods.

Cao Qinglang was included, each holding a handful of melon seeds, all of which were millet grains left behind before going down the mountain. I would like to ask Sister Nuanshu to help deliver them, and everyone will have a share.

Wei Bo left Piyun Mountain and quietly appeared here. Cui Wei, the Yuanying sword cultivator who had been hiding, also appeared and greeted softly: "Weishan Lord."

Wei Bo smiled and nodded, "Thank you for your hard work."

Cui Wei was speechless for a moment.

I am a registered worshiper of the Jise Peak Ancestral Hall, staring at me from the top of my mountain, so why bother?

Wei Bo seemed to feel that something was wrong with what he said, and laughed at himself: "This habit needs to be changed."

When I visited Hongzhu Town, a place bordering the Three Rivers, at the book store, Li Jin, the water god, would joke and say that he was the tiger of Aquarius Continent and the mountain god of Jise Peak.

Wei Bo thinks it makes sense. Li Shuishen's words are very interesting. Who is the official superior and who is the subordinate in the jurisdiction? So I took dozens of books from the bookstore for nothing.

On the table, there is a little incense man from the Zhouchenghuang Temple who happened to come to Luolu Mountain today. He is diligent and responsible for helping to gather the melon seed shells and pile them up into a mountain.

When I saw that Wei Shanjun, and there was no Chen Lingjun to protect him, the little guy who had helped Wei Shanjun make that nickname famous all over the world, I hurriedly squatted behind the "hill". As long as I couldn't see Wei Yeyou, Wei Yeyou couldn't see me. .

In the private mountains and rivers within a thousand miles of Zhengyang Mountain, when Yuan Zhenye showed his true form, even the common people in the city could see the huge figure of the mountain protector when they looked up.

As for the monks who were watching the ceremony, they really couldn't understand how the green-robed swordsman from Luolu Mountain could withstand punch after punch from this old ape.

Grandmaster Xia Yuancui suddenly spoke from her heart: "My nephew, your choice may seem ruthless, but it is actually wise. If it were me who made the decision, I might not be able to be as decisive as you."

No matter what, without Qiu Lingshan to fight over the issue of becoming the sect leader, Man Yue Peak has a greater chance of shouldering the heavy responsibility as the direct successor of sword cultivating.

Yan Chu nodded and said: "It's the lesser of two evils. Looking back, the sect master's move was not sloppy at all, which is really admirable."

Only Tao Yanbo was speechless. From now on, how should his Qiuling Mountain deal with himself? Among the peaks of Zhengyang Mountain where people's hearts are shattered, can the Qiuling Mountain sword cultivator still have a foothold?

Yuan Zhenye, who was no longer a mountain protector, used his true body as a white ape to punch high above his head with the highest level of life-level Taoism and the pinnacle of fist power.

Before the old ape punched, he laughed loudly, "If you die, you will die. Don't let me beg for mercy from a bitch like you."

How could Yuan Zhenye, who was punching non-stop within half a stick of incense, really have no idea about the outcome?

When Yuan Zhenye punched out, a circle of golden ripples appeared in the sky, spreading rapidly in all directions. The entire Zhengyang Mountain boundary seemed to have a magnificent golden wave slowly passing by.

The arm of the old ape that punched was like a mountain avalanche, all shattered, and the heavy rain splashed wantonly.

The old ape was in the air, still maintaining his forward-moving fist posture, but the small world for several miles around the green shirt was still filled with the sun, moon and stars, in order, and the avenues circulated endlessly.

The old ape, who had lost an arm, had his shoulders tilted slightly, just touching the edge of the small world. Where the avenues collided, stars scattered and fire rained all over the sky, which was extremely gorgeous.

Chen Pingan said: "Then change me."

The visions of heaven and earth suddenly converged, and the martial artist of the ten realms returned to the true level. His boxing skills were swordsmanship, just like a swordsmanship from ten thousand years ago fell to the world.

A huge whirlpool appeared in the sky, and a golden sword light that seemed to have been traveling in the long river of time for tens of millions of years came through the air and hit the head of the old ape's real body, causing Yuan Zhenye to fall directly. The Yangshan Earth, with its head on the ground, hit the Immortal Sword Peak.

The sword light fell straight down and lasted for a long time, like a golden long sword that invisibly connected the sky and the earth. After piercing the old ape's head, it was inserted diagonally into the ground.

Yuan Zhenye was lying on the ground, roaring, holding his hands on the ground, trying to raise his head, struggling to get up, and then the green shirt stood in a straight line on top of its head, causing Yuan Zhenye's door to hang down instantly, and he was helpless. Do not stick to the back sword peak.

Chen Ping'an raised his arm high, and there were clusters of five thunderbolts in his palm, like a gathering of heavenly calamities. He pressed down quickly and hit Yuan Zhenye's neck.

Then he reached around with his left hand and saw that the long sword on the archway of Fengshan Gate appeared in the form of a rainbow. He was wearing a green shirt and holding a long sword. He dragged the sword away and walked slowly around the neck of the old ape. The light of the sword was light. Swipe lightly.

In the end, Yuan Zhenye's huge head was cut open and then allowed to roll down the mountain.

From one sleeve, talismans continued to flow out, like a long river, smashing Yuan Zhenye's headless body into pieces.

The head is at the foot of the mountain, and its eyes are still fixed on the green shirt on the top of the mountain. The eyes are gradually blurring. It is unclear whether they are unwilling to close their eyes, or they still have unfulfilled wishes and are unwilling to close them no matter what.

Chen Pingan nodded towards it.

For some reason, Yuan Zhenye seemed to understand the meaning of the former boy in Mud Bottle Lane. He nodded slightly and finally closed his eyes. It was exactly the same choice as the ghostly nun Situ Wenying of Full Moon Peak, who chose to leave the remnants of the Jade Pure Realm behind. The Taoist rhyme and the remaining luck are all left behind and given to this Zhengyang Mountain.

The old ape who had previously had the option of blowing up the golden elixir and Yuanying had only one thought at the end of his life, as if he was speaking to the man on the top of the mountain, I beg you, don't kill Tao Zi!

And that green shirt seemed to predict the future. The meaning of nodding at that time was to say, I am not you.

Yuan Zhenye's soul dissipated, and an ethereal old man in white clothes could be vaguely seen. He was standing next to the head at the foot of the mountain. His last words in this life were to raise his head, look at the young man, and ask in his heart, "Kill me." Who is this person?"

Chen Pingan did not answer, but waved his sleeves to disperse his soul.

The night tour is sheathed and carried on the back.

Lifting one foot, he stepped heavily on the ground, causing the entire mountaintop to split into pieces.

There are no immortals in the world who carry swords on their backs. There are only tourists in green shirts carrying swords on their backs.

When traveling on the great road, if you hold a candle and travel at night, you are not afraid of encountering ghosts. Ghosts are afraid of people.

Except for the spectators at Luo Luo Shan.

All the swordsmen and disciples in Zhengyang Mountain, as well as all the guests staying in the old and new peaks, felt a strange sense of suffocation at this moment.

It was as if there was a blue-shirted swordsman from Luolu Mountain standing next to everyone at this moment.

Wearing a green shirt, Yufeng came to the top of the sword where he lost an ancestral hall.

As the head of a sect in Zhengyang Mountain, the Bamboo Emperor immediately raised his fists and saluted: "The Bamboo Emperor of Zhengyang Mountain, pays homage to Master Chen."

Liu Xianyang rolled his eyes and looked at Chen Pingan. Liu Xianyang took the lead to leave in the wind, looked around, saw the round-faced girl standing in the reeds, and immediately rushed to Bailudu.

Chen Ping'an looked around without saying anything, followed Liu Xianyang and left with Yufeng. During this period, he turned to Bailudu and smiled brightly. Then he came to the boy in white and the little girl in black, rubbed Xiaomi's head and laughed softly. Said: "Go home."