Since the battle between the two tribes of the shemale and demons six thousand years ago, the swordsman lineage began to wither, and the wild cultivator lineage had not yet improved at all, most of the fights of monks in the mountains and rivers were made by magic weapons.

It is simple and direct, and the magic spelling weapon is also a cultivation level. Absolute strength is the key to victory.

But it seems a bit boring.

A battle should include these, but it is not limited to these.

Xie Huaiyin is an orthodox Confucian monk, but perhaps because he has been in the world for too long, he has a more charming hand when he starts. His natal magic weapon is not something like chess, calligraphy and painting, but a silver spear.

The monks never thought that one day they would fight with people in close combat, so they would not think of using things like swords, guns, swords and halberds as magic weapons. But now, Xie Huaiyin not only has a silver spear, but also is fighting with Li An in close combat.

But Li An held a long whip in his hand and was unwilling to Xie Huaiyin to get too close to him.

In fact, the three cultivators who entered Ningfu City this time were all Taiqing realm. There was not much difference in terms of realm cultivation. However, if they were in terms of combat power, Wen Bailou's absolute ability to surpass the other two was after all, they were generals who came down from the battlefield. Whether they were judging the situation or their fearless aura, they were not comparable to those of others.

As the lord of Wuning Mansion, Xie Huaiyin is actually not superior to these three people, but he has the momentum of being the best in the world that has been polished by a river and lake in Beihai for more than 20 years. Therefore, until now, Li An has never gained any benefit.

Instead, he has been suppressed by Xie Huaiyin.

Li An looked strange. He was like Wen Bailou. It was just because the Lord of Wuning Mansion had just obtained a secret book by chance that he had stepped into the path of cultivation. Therefore, he always felt that this person in Beihai was the best in the world. However, he dared to be so arrogant. Before Wen Bailou and Jiang Feng could react, he would take action first. But who knew that Xie Huaiyin was not only difficult to deal with, but seemed to be telling him that if he was not careful, he would even die on the spot.

Taking advantage of the heavy rain, Li An reached out and wiped his face, and whipped it forward from a long whip in his hand, like a spiritual snake passing through the rain curtain. This time, what he wanted to wrap around Xie Huaiyin's neck.

Xie Huai, who was carrying a silver spear, snorted coldly and stepped out. He stepped on the water on the long street, just lightly tapping his toes and his body floated. If the rain had not wet his clothes, he would have been said with this hand alone.

The majestic aura on the long whip exploded beside Xie Huaiyin's ears, and with many raindrops hit Xie Huaiyin. Xie Huaiyin frowned slightly, paused, stepped on the wall, avoiding these raindrops, and the raindrops splashed onto the wall, leaving holes of varying depths.

The long whip arrived as promised, just like a good woman abandoned by the young master, who never left her!

Xie Huaiyin took the gun and picked up the long whip, then stabbed it out with one shot. Before Li An came back to his senses, he took the gun back. This was not the end. When Xie Huaiyin kicked on the wall, he quickly collided with Li An.

The tip of the long spear pointed at Li Anxin's mouth.

If the long whip was like a spiritual snake before, now the silver spear is like a dragon entering the sea, and the gap between the two is not far behind.

Li An's face changed drastically. He hurriedly took back the long whip and wanted to protect him. However, after wrapping around the silver spear, Xie Huaiyin was not panicked at all. He just pulled the silver spear back, and the silver spear was removed, and the same was true for the long whip.

Li An didn't care that the tiger's mouth was bursting, so he was about to hide aside, but who knew that in this moment, Xie Huaiyin had already bent his knees and bumped into Li An's lower abdomen.

Li An's face turned pale in an instant, but before the person flew backwards, Xie Huaiyin grabbed one of his arm and was punched by him again in the center.

Xie Huaiyin, who has been at the top of the martial arts list in Beihai for many years, is not something that ordinary people can bear, even if the other party is a monk.

With one punch, Xie Huaiyin's chest sank and a piece of it protruded from the back.

Xie Huaiyin looked indifferent and let go of Li An's hand, which punched Li An's temple.

A loud bang.

Why do monks on the mountain fear swordsmen? Why do they belittle wild cultivators in the mountains and rivers? I think the reason should be that wild cultivators are good at fighting.

In the battle between the same realm, if the monks of the three religions were approached by monks like Xie Huaiyin who were proficient in close combat, they would probably not be much better than Li An's end.

Then Xie Huaiyin punched the dead monk and threw the body out casually and stood on the long street with some fatigue.

Killing is not easy. It seems that he has not suffered any external injuries, but at this moment, the spiritual palace is churning and his energy is almost exhausted. Not to mention the Taiqing Realm, even if it comes to the Qingwei Realm, Xie Huaiyin must be careful.

Go and get the silver spear back and kick the long whip away with your feet. Xie Huaiyin is about to turn around and walk back to Wuning Mansion.

The tip he received was that three monks entered the city together, and now they were only one person. He thought that most of the remaining two people were going to separate their lives and deaths, so he found it funny.

What are the bereaved dogs that are gone from both countries?

You, Wen Bailou, was the first general of Chu in the past, and you were also an enemy of thousands of people on the battlefield. But so what? Now, Chu has become Chuzhou under the rule of Liangxi. The people of Chu have become people from Liangxi. Why are you still holding on?

Don't think it's a joke?

As soon as the thoughts arise, the thoughts are a little dissipated. Perhaps it is because of this that the young man with swords was discovered by him after he was within fifty steps in front of him.

Xie Huaiyin held the silver spear and looked at the boy hanging his sword fifty steps in front of him, with a calm expression.

The man in front of him was also a monk, but he just hung his sword, which had the smell of a swordsman.

It was not him who made Xie Huaiyin afraid of it, but a young man in a blue shirt carrying a sword box and holding an oil paper umbrella about a hundred steps away.

The young man is Changlin, and the young man is Li Fuyao.

Both are swordsmen.

Standing there, Chang Lin said straight to the point: "Secret Book, Chang's Family."

Xie Huaiyin frowned and soon remembered the old thing. If it weren't for the incident, he could even pat his chest and say, "I, Xie Huaiyin, have been in the world for so many years, and have never done anything wrong, but that thing was indeed done by him, even if it was not his original intention."

In fact, he let him go.

Xie Huaiyin asked, "Are you the child back then?"

Chang Lin didn't speak.

Xie Huaiyin suddenly turned around and saluted somewhere and whispered: "Sir, please."

An elderly scholar with gray hair actually had arrived here a long time ago, but had been drinking under a roof. At this moment, he heard Xie Huaiyin speak, and stood up, stretched, and looked at the young man in the blue shirt holding an umbrella in the distance.

The old scholar sneered: "Where do you get the kitten and puppy?"

Li Fuyao looked at the old Confucian scholar and felt helpless, but his luck was really bad.

There is also a Taiqing Realm?

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In the outer city of Ningfu City, in the heavy rain, a middle-aged man walked out of the Wei Mansion and came to Chang Street. His original intention was to go to the Wuning Mansion in the inner city. But as soon as he walked out of the Wei Mansion, he saw a man in armor riding a horse full of charcoal, with a halberd in his hand, and just waiting here quietly.

The middle-aged man lost his mind in an instant. When he saw this person, he seemed to see that when the Chu State was still in its heyday, he and His Majesty the Emperor were watching him ride on the stadium, looking at him riding on the horse, with a full face of energy.

How old was Wenbai Tower at that time? It wasn't it that it was not yet thirty years old?

No wonder His Majesty the Emperor talked the most about that Wen Bailou was the star of the heavenly general, and he wanted to help Chu achieve a worldly foundation.

A general who was already famous in the four fields in his thirties and a talented and wise emperor met. If it were not for the three mountains of Liangxi, Yanling, Dayu, I think it would be possible to build a foundation that was not established.

But the times are like this, no wonder.

Jiang Feng was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Wen Bailou, Chu State is dead, you and I are both stray dogs, must we divide our lives and deaths?"

Wen Bailou had a big elves in his hand, "If you were like me, you wouldn't kill you, but after all, you were eating the bones of your master, but you still had to bite the mad dog that your master had. If you didn't kill you, I would be uneasy."

Jiang Feng smiled and said, "The building is about to collapse, so we naturally have to find a place to settle down. Even if Your Majesty is alive, I am afraid that I, Jiang Feng, will understand what I did."

Wen Bailou said indifferently: "Your Majesty can understand, so what? If the State of Chu may not know your behavior, can you still protect you?"

Jiang Feng was silent for a moment, remembering his understanding and encounter with the emperor who fell from Chu. Before he provoked Liang Xi, he was determined to expand his territory for His Majesty and build this everlasting foundation together.

I don’t know how many times he had just talked between the king and his subjects. How could he forget Jiang Feng?

But whether it is a hero who seeks hegemony or a famous name in history, it is ultimately impossible to live.

Wen Bailou turned over and got off the horse, patted the horse's head, and the latter trotted all the way, and then stopped at the corner of the street. Wen Bailou stopped talking and dragged his halberd away.

The ellipse pulled out a gully on the long street. Moreover, when Wen Bailou strides forward, every step seems like someone is beating a drum. His momentum is obviously stronger than the number one person in the Beihai River and Lake.

One person is the leader of the world, and he has an invincible posture in the same realm. The other person lives on the battlefield all year round, fighting among thousands of troops, and has an unstoppable momentum.

In fact, among the two, one of them held a halberd and the other was holding a gun. If they were fighting for life and death, they were afraid that the impression would be very good.

But now, Wen Bailou is going to kill the state master of Chu in the past, and the current Taiqing realm wild cultivator.

After walking into Jiang Feng's body, Wen Bailou swept across the street. If Jiang Feng was hit by this halberd, he would probably turn into two halves immediately. Unfortunately, he twisted his body and took a few steps back. The halberd still struck, and directly cut off a hundred-year-old tree next to the long street in half. The big tree fell down. Wen Bailou kicked the tree's body, and the big tree shot towards Jiang Feng.

In the mansion, the martial arts giant who once ranked among the top ten in the Beihai River and Lake, who has now stepped on the road of cultivation, looked at the scene on the street not far away and praised with a smile: "That armored general must have been an unparalleled general back then, and he was afraid that he would be a ten thousand enemies on the battlefield."

Wei Yingchun, the head of the Wei family, stood beside his son. His martial arts realm was not high, but his eyesight was not bad. He always knew that if such a martial artist had not had the experience of fighting among thousands of horses, he would definitely not have such a momentum.

"I once heard that Wen Bailou, a famous general of Chu, was good at using big spears. He would lead the way every battle, and his strategy was the best in the world. He was a real famous general. If the emperor of Chu was not in this person, he would probably not be able to conquer that great territory."

It was raining heavily, and the father and son stood under the eaves, but they were not wet from the rain. Wei Xian nodded and agreed, "The generals in the army must be the first priority in the length of their weapons. But most of them use swords and guns, and dare to use halberds. If they were not skilled in martial arts, how could they dare to do this?"

Wei Yingchun nodded with a smile. Looking at the battle, he felt a little comfortable. Although he was still counting on Jiang Feng to kill the Lord of Wuning, he had been servile for so many days. Seeing Jiang Feng being beaten by someone, he was not in a bad mood.

Wei Yingchun asked, "When will Xian'er go to take Xie Huaiyin's head on the neck?"

Wei Xian frowned and said, "Father really thinks the head of the Wuning Mansion Master is so easy to take?"

Wei Yingchun was a little confused, "It's not that Xie Huaiyin is just a martial artist. Since Xian'er has already walked on the road, why can't she?"

Wei Xian smiled, "I said I wanted to take Xie Huaiyin's head before, but I just said it to Jiang Feng. If he couldn't walk out of this long street tonight, the incident of our father and son never happened again. Just stay in Ningfu City honestly, and don't have to worry too much."

Wei Yingchun frowned and looked strange.

Wei Xian did not explain, but just looked at the battle on the long street and sighed, "If he were to put him on the battlefield, he would be able to make the best use of it."

On the long street, Wen Bailou, which had always had the upper hand, swept across the halberd, tearing the ground into a gully again. Jiang Feng on the opposite side had already floated and then retreated dozens of steps, sat upright on the long street, with a guqin in front of him.

Facing this former top player of Chu State, Jiang Feng plucked the strings of the piano and made a sound. Several silver lines broke through the air, spreading the rain curtain and roaring.

Wen Bailou did not take it lightly. He and Jiang Feng were old acquaintances. He knew that he was good at playing the piano. After being a master of the country and becoming a monk on the mountain, Wen Bailou used the ellipse as his natal magic weapon. He was thinking about what Jiang Feng used. Later, he thought that there should be nothing else besides the qin.

Now that I have fought, I find that it is indeed the case.

When the several silver threads rushed to the front of him in no particular order, Wen Bailou stepped back on the ground of the long street, and the halberd contained a majestic aura, hitting the silver threads hard.

Also made of qi, these silver threads were like thin needles, piercing through the majestic qi of Wen Bailou, and came to your eyes in an instant.

This made Wen Bailou frowned, but then the eprus hit back, like a hammer hammering heavily on the silver thread.
To be continued...