[Thunderbolt Tobacco City] Ren Pingsheng, Nine Layers of Smoke and Snow

The prime moon is bright, and the silver man is bright.A handful of broken stars were sprinkled on the deep night, like an unfinished chess game played by an immortal.Misty clouds and mist wrap around the peaks like hairpins. From a distance, Luofu Mountain seems to be suspended in the vicissitudes of life.On the altar platform, the nine tripods stand tall, and the jade energy is in the sky.Among them is a white-haired Taoist, with a plain crown attracting horned dragons, and black clothes falling into the plum wind.If you sit and forget, life and death, existence, beauty, virtuousness, and ignorance... have been a millennium of no interest, so you don't need to listen or read any more.

The slightly closed eyelids slowly opened, seeing Gou Chen Liuxing in the middle of the sky being dyed with a strange red glow for the first time, and the peaceful night sky suddenly became restless.

The night wind was blowing, mixed with a warm fragrance that was incompatible with this place, and the whisk that was blown on the Taoist's shoulders fell gently.Then the cold smoke surged up, and the mountains were full of tea, just like an evil star coming to the world, the sky was cut open by the sword energy like a knife, red clothes flooded, long wears were scattered, sandalwood sleeves were like wings, and the gorgeous crown was precarious.There is only killing intent in the elegant and beautiful phoenix eyes, and the cinnabar tear mole under the corner of the eye seems to be yearning deeply.The alluring swordsman just like this pierced through the clouds and made a shadow of himself.

Gong Wuhou fell to the ground suddenly, with a horizontal sword in front of him, and his concentration was instantly concentrated, reaching the state of killing.

The prey in life, there are those who are at a loss, those who are on guard in vain, and those who fight desperately, but it seems that they have never seen anyone who stands still like the alchemist in front of him.It's just that this invisible Tsinghua student with a sparse appearance and a mellow character made him inexplicably annoyed.Anyway, he never had any interest in chatting with the souls of the dead under the sword, he was as conceited as usual, and raised his voice: "I accept the order of Yinzi!"

Zhu Hong twirled, a series of swords and flowers rolled up, Gong Wuhou jumped forward, before the man arrived, the energy of cutting gold and breaking jade had rushed towards the big holes around Yinzi's body.The sword energy was strong, and burned all the way, wiping out a red light.There was a loud bang, and the place where the Taoist was originally seated turned into powder and flying sand, raising smoke and dust.

But people—

Gong Wuhou suddenly turned around and swept away, she could barely pass the burst of qi from behind, it was the indifference of a gentleman, gentle as jade, but after the hedging, the aftermath still made people tremble with horror and blood churned.

Even though he was on the defensive, Gong Wuhou still changed his moves according to the situation, the tip of the sword turned rapidly, clusters of light spots clustered together, and with the urging of internal force, a web of sharp blades was woven, and then he turned around and stabbed fiercely, those bloodthirsty inexhaustible It seems to be drawn by the invisible, chasing the red wind and flying towards the enemy.

Yinzi loosens the tail of the stag, wipes gently and slowly closes, and the Yunshoumu style of flowing clouds and flowing water swings away the heavy cyclone, between the two manifolds, to emptiness and emptiness, and all phenomena work together, swallowing light and shadow.

Gong Wuhou struck vigorously, suddenly felt like mud and rocks falling into the sea, thousands of moves were buried in the breeze on the hills, the bright moon on the river, the strength suddenly lost its support, the body was scattered, but the internal force could not be recovered, and there was a sudden rush in the body In an instant, the veins in the whole body froze, and a fishy sweetness surged up.However, in a blink of an eye, he realized that the opponent's left hand was wrapped upside down, and he had already pressed his right wrist, and he knew that his next move was to "return the other body in the same way", and push back the sword energy that was gathered just now!

A sword missed, but was restrained, but it was too late to regret.Seeing that the opponent's left knee is slightly bent, it is also a combination of offense and defense, blocking the way down, so he resorted to the routine of "only fast but not broken", using the ghostly body technique, forcing his foot, trying to lift his breath, rolling over vertically, and returning to the snowy wind. Hong Ying snatched close to Yinzi and rushed past, floating like a dancing butterfly.

Yinzi flicked his whisk, turned his plain and clean face slightly, and met his cold eyebrows.

Gong Wuhou finally understood why she hated this person so much in the first place—this indifferent attitude of treating people like nothing, as if everything about you is under his control, and then playing a set of fake and real tricks is simply ancient. Yan's copy, no, it's more than that: Guling Shiyan can fight you with real swords and guns, but this person will play Tai Chi with you with pure yang energy.

In my heart, I understood that this person's way is not the same way of ordinary martial arts, and he has to use the empty to make the empty.

It's a pity that he has no empress to practice so far, and what he is least good at is controlling the sword with qi.

In fact, the endowment given to him by the eyes of blood and tears lies in his ability to handle those complicated moves with ease.At the beginning of the battle, you can know the opponent's direction and flaws from the first move; once you make a move, you have already calculated the possibility and change after thirty moves; Gorgeous sheath, full of ambition.

But this Taoist priest doesn't make any moves at all...

Looking at it now, it seems that it is a knife and a fish for me?

My heart raced, but I heard the person speak for the first time: "It's Nuwa's 'hundred years of blood and tears'?...Nuwa came out of the earth, and the earth is Kun. Kun is the softest, and when the yin is flourishing, you should know' The dragon fights in the wild, its blood is black and yellow, it must be the lottery..." Looking at it, it seemed that his past and present lives had been seen through.

Gong Wuhou held Zhu Hong tightly, and was furious: "Congratulations, you mentioned one of the two things I hate the most in my life. It's really okay! If you want to use those gossip and inscriptions to tell me that I have nowhere to go, I advise you to go ahead and tell me that I have no way out." Think about how to take the next move!"

Before the words were finished, the figures disappeared one step at a time, turning into a cloud of red smoke, and ghostly shadows, full of chilling and bleakness, locked Yinzi in it.It's hard to tell the real from the real, and the real from the fake is unpredictable. Suddenly, rainbow lights appear everywhere, and the Mi Yukuangjian kills the opponent in an instant.The sword light rises, and Danxia gathers and disperses, opening and closing, as straight as a wine fairy splashing ink, staining the dome, and the angry clouds pour down from the nine-layered blue sky - actually two moves at once: "Sword walks on the red smoke crossing Crimson trace!"

Yinzi shook his head and sighed softly, then picked up the dust, turned around, twisted the flowers, and flicked his backhand, a clear and shallow move of "Wind Sweeping Plum Blossoms" aroused too easy vitality, agitating turbidity and clearing up, four seasons and eight wilderness, grand It's as if there are six dragons guarding the sky.

The rocks and clouds on Luofu Mountain were broken, the mountains collapsed and the ground collapsed, and the dust and sand mixed together, making the two of them feel like they were in the beginning of the primordial world, where the plum blossoms were cold and the tea was full of smoke. , a temporary victory.

In the blink of an eye, she had fought more than ten moves, but Gong Wuhou only felt that the opponent was full of flaws, but also missed everything. This feeling was like playing a game with her own shadow.There was a burst of impatience, the moves were out of shape, the door of Buddhism suddenly appeared, and the wind had arrived.

With a gut-shattering blow, the person fell to the side, the pain was so severe that he didn't know if it was the wound on his chest, or because he lost everything.

"You came for the tianbang, but you don't know the purpose of the tianbang." Yinzi approached, condescending, and forceful. Come out, even if you destroy this scroll that I carry, what's the point? When the time comes, it will still be revealed to the world."

The clouds cleared and the dust fell, and the night sky became clear again.

"Your noisy Tianbang...what does it have to do with me...it's just that you have delayed my time to go back!" Blood gurgled down the white chin, infecting the front, but the man smiled treacherously .

Yinzi retreated quickly, but after half a step, there was no way to avoid it.

"I only know how to 'destroy its sharpness' and 'resolve its differences', and I don't want to be defeated by people's 'harmony' and 'same dust'. Now..." Red smoke engulfed the two at the same time , the air path was condensed, and it actually covered all the tit-for-tat between the two of them.

Yinzi wants to avoid reality, but to use force to fight against reality, so all the way is in the unity of things and me, holding on to the incomplete, and now the other party will simply give you a broken pot, which is obviously to hurt the enemy ten thousand and self-damage eight thousand. Going all out Self-inflicted martial arts will never let you retreat completely.

Seeing Gong Wuhou standing up staggeringly, with Zhu Hong fluttering, and the sword fluttering, the extreme pain just now made his eyes clear, he threw away all the cumbersome moves, and only carefully slashed: "Dan Hong Slash—— "

"Fool!" Yinzi's calm expression all night finally fluctuated, he drank awe-inspiringly, reversed the yin and yang, and extradited the pure and fierce murderous intent with Wuji Qi.

"Know it and don't know how to retreat!" Yin Yinzi quickly made a decision, and suddenly tapped on the center of his eyebrows, "I will end up with extreme regret and cut my own life - you, go!"

A majestic force turned into a cluster of bright light and poured into the mind.

Gong Wuhou walked on the way when he came.The surrounding fields are vast, what is the king's heart?

lost.Lost flat.Losing so much that he began to doubt his martial arts practice all the way.

"Know and then don't know how to retreat..." How do people in Yandu "know how to retreat"?Where to "retreat"?

He remembered that he was imprisoned in the Wuqing Building when he was a child, to recite those sword formulas and practice those mental methods, and if he couldn't recite them or understand them, he would have to be imprisoned forever.

When you get older, you will have all kinds of life-threatening tests.In the beginning, he was faced with countless tricks, which were specially used to verify the purity and proficiency of martial arts moves, because once the sword moves were out of shape, the ribs would be broken or limbs would be broken by the tricks.

Later, the wooden sword was replaced by an iron sword, and the mechanism was replaced by a walking corpse made by some unknown method. It has no pain, no consciousness, and just smells the breath of a living person, and it will recklessly pounce on it and bite it.At first, one or two hid in the dark, but later he chopped melons and vegetables without counting the number.

And then there is the more painful Wu Jian, the obscure and difficult mental method is actually not conclusive, and different words and sentences may lead to two completely different paths, so we can only try carefully one by one.Talented like him, he is often tormented by qi penetrating the five internal organs and distributing tendons against the meridians, making life worse than death.Practice it layer by layer.

From then on, he no longer resisted the red that terrified him, because his body was stained with other people's blood, which was the only proof that he still existed.

Therefore, you can't retreat. If you retreat, you will lose, and you will surrender your life to others.He can only move forward. Although there is no one he wants to see ahead, at least there is light and vitality.

The mountains, wilderness and forests seemed to know his embarrassment at the moment, gloating and moaning, and the weeds that were as tall as a man were laughing together.

At this time, a fork in the road appeared in front of him, like a silver snake with two ends, dormant at his feet in the silent midnight.

I don't know what kind of Gu that demon dao put him.Conceited like him, he never doubted his own direction, but at this moment, his legs were filled with lead and could no longer move.

Those who enter, the height of the temple; those who retreat, the distance of the rivers and lakes. ——Suddenly, such a sentence sounded in his mind, whether it was a verse from a god or a Buddha, or the temptation of a demon, he was not at all sure.

The forked road is ambiguous, and the heart is also panicked, and everyone trembles.

When he hesitated, countless black figures suddenly burst out from the darkness before dawn, with swords and swords lined up, murderous like weaving.

"You are...!!" He thought about something in an instant, and the first wave of killers had rushed to him.

"噗——" With a soft moan, Zhu Hongfei spun out of the sheath, as if she was conscious, and danced around the palace for a circle, so blood rose and rain fell.For the first time, Gong Wuhou felt that this fishy liquid was extremely disgusting.

The saber fought back, and the second wave of hidden weapons hit Gong Wuhou's body with a screaming sound.The red sleeves fluttered, the luck was inside, and they resisted...

The killing moves continued, but the consciousness became more and more drowsy. I don't know whether it was sweat or blood that held Zhu Hong's hand.

Another one raised his sword to block, but he couldn't hold it anymore. When his hand was empty, he heard the muffled sound of the sharp blade sinking into his shoulder, but he didn't feel any pain.

Before falling into darkness, the last thought will be:

Brother, you must lend me your little yellow scarf...

The author has something to say: I remembered that the next chapter was also a fight, and the next chapter was still a fight... He vomited three liters of blood and fell to the ground.