Chapter 213: [蛟山]Life and death battle
Although Changying’s head is a long-established person, his portraits are painted on many scrolls in the world. The Confucianist sages are the majestic jade carvings of the first generation. Therefore, the leaves are almost instantaneous. Reaction: "Auntie, open the enchantment! You can't beat him!"
Of course not playing...
Who can play it?
I am afraid that it is difficult to win the battle with the most powerful master of the current comprehension, Chu Yuning.
Nangong is shaking, but not because of fear, but an extremely strong sorrow and anger - too much head... Xu Shuanglin actually made the widow of Taishou Gate a precious piece!
crazy……
Really crazy!
That is their ancestor, the soul of the Confucianism, the root of the Confucianism, and the **** of the generations who have been respected for generations.
It is Nangong Changying!
At the neck of the Nangong Temple, the blue veins violently jumped, and he made a twisting roar, like a tiger's hill: "Xu Shuanglin!!... No, Nangong bat!!! You give me out!! Come out!!!"
The sound is like a coil, and it won’t linger for a long time.
No one answered him, and Xu Shuanglin certainly would not come out.
The only reaction was the Nangong Changying, whose eyes were blindfolded. He turned his face slightly, his pale fingers swept the scabbard, and the burial sword went out, and the dragon was shining.
He took the sword and slowly walked down one step.
At the same time, Nangong Yu took a step back and he murmured: "Too much head..."
Nangong Changying walked steady and the sword tip was on the jade step, making a harsh scraping sound. His eyes were covered, and this sling was tied to the spell after death and could not be picked up. Therefore, he could not see the road ahead. He could only rely on the sound and smell to judge the position of Nangong Temple.
"Who is it?"
Suddenly, a low-pitched voice sounded.
It’s actually Nangong Changying talking!
“Why are you good at this place?”
Hearing the ancestors of hundreds of years to speak, even as a piece of precious chess, is extremely shocking.
Nangong sputum swallowed and said: "Too much, I..."
"..."
He suddenly loosened the long sword he was holding and bowed his head: "The younger generation is not Xiao, the seventh generation of the Confucianism is passed down, and the Nangong is worshipped."
"The seventh generation... oh..." Changying’s body slowly and numbly repeated the words, then shook his head and raised the sword, only saying a word, "kill."
The swords are connected!
Under the attack of Nangong Temple, he only felt his arms numb. The strength of the ancestors was amazing. A corpse face was approaching, and the air was like ice.
"I am good at killing people."
"Too much!"
The swords and flowers are chaotic, the swords are all amazing and amazing. Under the collision of the iron blade and the iron blade, the fireworks are splashed and the snow is smeared.
Xue Zhengyi had a fist in the enchantment, and Li Ran said: "Is it crazy? How could it be played?"
Who doesn't know the bravery of Nangong Changying? According to legend, his power is amazing, even if he does not use weapons, he can shoot rocks into pieces with one hand.
Deal with him?
I am afraid that the ten Nangong Temples are not enough for their ancestors to play.
Nangong’s mind is almost blank. He couldn’t think of himself one day. He would actually be with the first generation of the Confucianist’s door in the mountains. Under the collision of the first sword, he was violently repelled to ten feet. If you don't slap the sword in time, I am afraid that he is already in the grass.
Nangong Changying raised his sword and slowly approached.
He repeated the instructions in a low voice: "kill..."
At the moment, outside the enchantment, Xue Zhengyi continually hammered this film with annoyance. Jiang Xiaomei’s heart was tight and his lips were not spoken. Ma Zhuang’s master simply covered his eyes. “Hey, ah” I dare to look at it, Huang Xiaoyue is secretly surprised and glad - fortunately, I didn’t catch Nangong in the first place. If I really tied Nangong to come to Mount Lu, it would be the person who faced the first generation of Confucianism. I am.
Only Chu Xiaoning was staring at Nangong Changying's move, and he felt that something was wrong. It was really wrong.
Who is Nangong Changying?
Just look at the two evil beasts that he surrendered. One is a dragon and the other is a scorpion. They are all ancient evil beasts. How terrible is this man's spiritual power? Even if his soul is already out of the body at this time, the only thing remaining in the world is a body. Many spells can't be displayed, but fighting obviously should not be affected.
So to what extent is Nangong’s fighting skills?
Near the Feiji Island in the East Pole, there is a relic of the Confucianism Gate, a fascinating relic - an island in the lake.
The lake is not big, it is not small, and it is stagnant water. There is no magnificent scene. It takes about half an hour to walk around it.
However, everyone knows that this lake was not a lake, but a small hill. When the Nangong Changying and the battle were in the past, several times, the dragonfly used this hill to cover up and avoid the flash. Nangong Changying was fighting. In the middle, dozens of heavy punches fell on the rock. As a result, the last punch actually shattered the stone of hundred feet high, collapsed and collapsed, and the landslide broke. From then on, the mountain was no longer raining, and the rain accumulated into a pool. A lake.
Therefore, it is not the late night of the Chu Dynasty, but he feels that when Nangong Changying’s first sword and Nangong Temple are on the opposite side, Nangong Temple should fly out of the 100 feet, and there is absolutely no chance to get up.
This corpse is flawed.
Chu nightning's gaze is like a sharp blade scraping through every inch of musculature in Nangong Changying.
Suddenly, his sharp eyes condensed and fell on the arm of Nangong Changying's sword. He paused, and in the brain suddenly polished a fire, he suddenly realized what was wrong. ——
Over there, Nangong was struggling with his sword and staggered and stood still. Like his wolf dog, he could lose, but he would never escape. He wiped the blood on his lips with his sleeves and was about to fight again. He suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him and said, "To his left, his left arm meridians have been picked."
"Chu Zongshi?"
"Don't go to God." Chu night Ning stood outside the enchantment, a pair of brown scorpions stared at the two men's demolition, "even if Nangong Changying broke his left arm, can not be taken lightly."
I heard that Chu Yuning said that the surrounding heads had fallen on Changying’s left arm and found that the left arm of the corpse was weak and weak. Xue Zhengyi was shocked: “Chang Ying’s head is dead. Was it actually picked up the meridians? Who did it?"
......
No one answered.
However, people who are familiar with the life of Changying, such as Ye Yexi, have quickly understood.
Who did it? Who in this world will pick up his meridians, and who can pick his meridians?
Nangong, who is fighting with Nangong Changying, is staring at the face of his ancestors, and the face of the Xianxiantang jade carving is as good as the Nangong Changying is still living in this world, never going to death.
If he is still alive, if he really does not die, if these centuries of years are written off, then at this moment, is he accepting the test of the first generation of the head, accepting his trials, his advice?
"Nau Platinum! Come over!" Nangong's consciousness gradually returned to the body. He screamed at the wolf, turned over and leaned on the left arm of Changying's head, attacking at a very fast speed.
I flashed through the scene of my childhood.
Standing in front of the magnificent jade carvings of Xian Xian Tang, he looked at the statue of the first generation.
The child’s perspective is always strange. He suddenly turned his head and said to Rong Rong: “Auntie, this statue is not doing well.”
"Why didn't you do it?" Rong Rong dragged the luxurious robes, covered him with a slap, coughed gently, and squatted to the child, looking up at the statue of Changying's head. "Not very good? It’s life, it’s lifelike.”
"...I don't understand."
Rong Rong sighed. She was an acute child. She hated not to learn the knowledge that others had to spend for twenty years. In two years, she was stuffed into her son’s head: "It’s like a living person, every detail. Very vivid. Didn't these two words teach you all the time?"
Nangong licked his mouth and said, "But the carving is wrong."
"What's wrong?"
"Auntie, look." He pointed to the left arm of the first generation and pointed to the right arm. "The left arm is thicker than the right arm. I stared at it for a long time. Fine, a little asymmetrical, wrong!"
He said, he also raised his two arms to look at Rong Rong, and seriously told his mother: "My arms are as thick as the two sides, and the mother is also, the sly is also... so this is wrong Let the craftsmen reshape one!"
"It turns out that this is what it means." Rong Yan shook his head and said, "This is not the fault of the craftsman, but the head of the head is too poor."
“Why? Is it born?”
"Nature will not be born." Rong said, "Taizhang is used to the left hand. The strength of his left arm is much larger than that of the right arm. It will grow longer and longer, and gradually the left side will become thicker and stronger than the right side. So, say this. The craftsmen of the statues were not mistaken, but they were very careful and noticed the nuances."
"Hey-!"
The two long-handled blades are on the opposite side, and Nangong Temple and Nangong Changying face are very close, and they are struck by the other side's teeth.
Losing the left-handed Nangong Changying, against the scars, but exhausted the last trace of the Nangong Temple. This is a battle of melee.
Xue Zhengyi had the idea of ??letting himself breathe a sigh of relief: "The meridian of his left arm, isn't it... isn't he breaking himself?!"
In fact, not only Xue Zhengyi, but also many people in the enchantment appearance war, there is gradually such a guess:
From the high-level disciples, after the burial, the eyes of the Confucianists must be covered with spiritual powers, and it’s really just “walking by cranes and watching the sky”.
Is it possible that Nangong Changying also expected a hundred years of human life, and the vicissitudes of life changed?
Therefore, when he founded the Confucianist Gate, he had already thought of the end of the Confucianism. The reason why he covered every burial disciple’s eyes was that he could not exert the most powerful combat power. It is a disaster.
Therefore, the **** Wu who accompanied him for a lifetime was not in the embarrassment, he only took a long sword.
Therefore, before he died, he broke all the meridians of his left arm. Even if there were really unjust people in the future, holding his corpse and making waves, he could not get all his fighting power.
But the answer is ultimately unknown.
More than a dozen rounds were handed over, and it was fierce. Nangong suddenly saw the eyebrows of Taishangmen whispering and muttered: "Nangong...驷...the seventh generation..."
Outside the enchantment, the ink condensed God stared at Nangong Changying's every move. As a stepping emperor, he is different from all the decent people in the field, and he can accurately perceive something that people who have never played a game of chess are hard to find immediately.
In the view of ink burning, this corpse is obviously different from the rest. He seems to have been struggling to pick up his own consciousness before his death.
This is also the worry before the ink burning - although the chess game is one of the three major bans, but there is no magic in the world will be perfect, if a person's willpower is particularly strong, then the operator must continue to Apply a stream to it to suppress the resistance of the piece.
Once the skill supply of the surgeon is not enough, the Zhenqi chess piece will run out of control, and sometimes even reverse the operator. This is why many people in the history of the chess game have suddenly died of malaria, or directly through the veins. Retrograde, violently killed.
The ink burned in the face, and the eyes followed the movement of Nangong Changying.
He can almost conclude that Xu Shuanglin could not fully control Nangong Changying.
"boom!"
A fierce slamming sound caused the ink to smother the five fingers on the enchantment, and the veins were prominent.
The difference in strength is still too big.
Everyone present was able to see clearly, even if Nangong Changying broke his main arm and forced his strength, the master is still a master. Even if he has pulled out the sharp claws, this empty body can still be with Mei Hanxue and Xue Meng. This level of juniors is tied.
Really want to suppress him, I am afraid I still have to let the head and elders at this level of people move.
But the heads and elders can't get in, the enchantment is sealed, and the inside is the territory of the Nangong family. Those who rushed into the city will cause the spirit of the mountain to rise, and then they will help.
This is the civil war of Confucianism, no one can intervene.
If it is a full-fledged Nangong Temple, it is probably possible to rely on one's own strength to pose the corpse in front of the plane, but his previous suffering has been too much. It was another heavy blow. Nangong Temple could have flashed smoothly. However, when the neck ring of Naobaijin was turned over, it was torn by the palm wound, and it was temporarily pulled off and not pulled.
"呜嗷-"
Naobai’s blond screams, and the sword in the hands of Nangong’s scorpion is shot down and flies down to the edge of the enchantment.
The ink burned and saw that the hilt was stained with the blood oozing from the heart of Nangong’s palm...
"Auntie! Don't fight! Come out! Let's think of another way!" Ye forgets to shout at him again.
People are always like this. Ye will not beg for mercy, but Nangong is her weakness.
She is crying and crying.
In the past, I have never seen her cry like this. She can really have some girls’ shadows at this moment. The two brothers of Nangong Liu and Nangong are out of selfishness, and they are embedded in a cold and cold face. mask.
This mask she always felt that she couldn't pick it up in her life, but when she saw the sabre that was full of mottled blood, it was gone.
"Auntie..."
The hit was too heavy. Nangong licked his teeth, sweating and licking, and he didn't want to hold it up from the ground, but a cold light flashed through it, and the sharp edge of the snow reflected on his side.
Nangong sighed slightly and raised a face similar to that of Nangong Changying. He looked up at his ancestors through the bright Jianguang.
The sword of Nangong Changying has been hung directly above him.
Inside and outside the enchantment, the time is dead.