Ouyangxiyi soon picked the sword to attack a firm but gentle wave and cried out toward Zhang Ping’s chest.
However, when this firm but gentle spirit reached a foot before Zhang Ping’s chest, it seemed like a spray in the sea, but it disappeared after arousing a wave in the air.
"It’s a pity that if the elephant is willing to make a move, it’s a pity that it’s firm but gentle …"
Ouyang Xiyi looked at Zhang Ping talking to himself while shaking his head, and suddenly said, "It’s amazing. I don’t know if the path leader and the first master of Xuanmen Ning Dodge Ning are real people?"
Zhang Ping laughed at this time: "What? He would rather dodge me? Either you three shoot together or die one by one. "
Wang Shichong and Wang Tong exchanged glances, not only seeing the shock in each other’s hearts, but also seeing that each other gave birth to pitfalls. Today, if it is hard to say, three people will die here.
Ouyang Xiyi also gives birth to the same mind as them and knows better than them that Zhang Ping’s terror is so old, but his martial arts have reached an unfathomable level, and he knows better by his skill of watching people. Although Zhang Ping’s body is not obvious at this time, once he starts, I am afraid that all the people present here can rarely survive.
I mean to manually move Ouyang Xiyi’s cold hum one by one, and suddenly the sword is plain and plain. It seems that it is plain and plain that Ouyang Xiyi’s skill in his life has reached the realm of turning decay into magic and ingenuity. Even Zhang Ping dares to wait and see at this time.
Ouyang Xiyi’s "sinking the sand and fencing" focuses on imposing momentum on the dead ground, and the victory or defeat depends on several moves. At this moment, he is weak and strong, and his sword is different just now.
"It’s a bit interesting to kill and be born later, but it’s not enough …"
I don’t know when Ouyang Xiyi’s sword has been caught by Zhang Ping’s right hand, but seeing Zhang Ping’s understatement, he said slowly, and then his right hand violently shook the Ouyang Xiyi’s sword and turned it into several pieces and flew back.
At this time, Wang Tong and Wang Shichong suddenly let out a long whistle and rushed toward Zhang Ping.
I don’t know when I saw Wang Tong’s hand, but he had a large green stroke. Although it was a horizontal stroke, it seemed to have exhausted the vicissitudes of the Spring and Autumn Rotation.
And that Wang Shichong at this time a decent punch from a bully quartet shattered all the momentum to detain spread out into a trance, but there is a kind of Mao Changquan as emperor gas faint.
However, Zhang Ping suddenly took a step, and then the whole person suddenly disappeared in front of everyone like evaporation. For a blink of an eye, everyone suddenly seemed to see several Zhang Ping surrounded Ouyang Xiyi Wang Tong and Wang Shichong in all directions.
When Wang Tong saw this, he suddenly shouted, "I’ll hold him off and go quickly!"
Then I saw Wang Tong collect his pen and go to a place beside Ouyang Xiyi.
"Hey!"
With Wang Tong’s pen pointing to the sky, the phantom died and disappeared. However, the pen that greeted Wang Tong was a jade finger like peeling onions.
"Poof!" A large amount of green flew out.
At this time, it was like a heavy hammer knocking hard on Wang Tong’s heart. However, Wang Tong suddenly spilled a line of deep red blood at the corner of his mouth and made a bun at this time.
However, when he saw that his body was skyrocketing and he rushed at Zhang Ping again, he roared: "Go!"
In the hall, everyone cried at this time and made a mess. Xu Ling and Kou Zhong saw this and prepared to leave first. After all, it is not a good idea for them to stay with Zhang Ping.
Only the colophon Feng Han remained motionless at this time, and Fu Junyu sighed at this and finally prepared to turn away.
At this time, Wang Tong, who had just jumped in front of Zhang Ping, suddenly felt a pain in his chest at the moment, and the whole person flew out and smashed the original representative position and glory seat.
At this moment, a wonderful Xiao suddenly came, and the flute sound was wonderful and frustrated, often looming and brilliant, but there was no certain tone in the syllable. It seemed that the impromptu notes were waved casually to ask for breath, and the turning point of the phrase was explained through the harmony of the flute sound. Even if the sound was interrupted, it would feel endless and lingering after death.
Its fire-making, mastery and mastery have reached the peak. With Xiao Yin’s high generosity and bitterness, everyone turned to poverty for a while.
Only Zhang Ping closed his eyes carefully at this time, and then suddenly applauded and said, "It’s really good to have a lingering sound for three days. It’s really trip worthwhile …" To be continued.
Chapter three hundred and twenty-two Wang Tong died
Later, the flute sound changed from intermittent to persistent, but it turned soft and thin. Although it was too quiet to smell, every inch of the breathing hall was somewhat unpredictable from a distance.
And the music that makes people intoxicated is like a series of sounds of nature murmuring and walking alone in a mysterious and lonely world, which evokes everyone’s deep pain, joy and unbearable pain. It can be sung and lamented, and then it turns to a story that has been extremely enthusiastic and bloomed through a bright spoon, as if gently telling everyone’s heart.
No one can speak in the Xiao Yin Shu Xie Hall.
Wang Tong slowly struggled from the ground and wasted his strength to prop up the bun and help the wall, and stood up and mourned and said, "That’s all!" That’s all! Miss Wen Shi’s song Wang Tong regrets again in this life. Miss Xiao Yi not only did her best, but also worshipped Wang Tong in shine on you. "
Only then did everyone know that Wang Tong Shi Qingxuan had a good and profound origin, and when he saw his mother’s mother, his eyes were covered with tears. They all guessed that there had been a period of loved one without results
Ouyang Xiyi also stopped showing tenderness and high color from her eyes at this time. "You can’t come in and see it so that your uncle can see how much you look like a beautiful heart."
Everyone was stunned, so I knew that it was no wonder that I had never seen this famous mysterious beauty. It turned out that she had stopped a fight by hand at this time.
Listening to a wisp of sweet and soft woman entering the hall, she said, "If you don’t see each other, you will not see Qing Xuan’s instructions. I am afraid that you will play a song. This matter has already gone away."
Zhang Ping suddenly said at this time: "So Xiao Yi’s artistic conception can’t afford to destroy it, but if Miss Shi stops here, I’m afraid Miss Xiao can’t make any further hesitation."
At this time, Zhang Ping suddenly strode out as if he were teleporting to Xu Ling and Kou Zhong and said, "I’ll take you two away!"
The words sound just fell and the two guys who stirred up the ups and downs in Sui Dynasty disappeared with Zhang Ping.
Seeing that Zhang Ping left and fled, everyone stopped to express their passion and respect to Wang Tong, who had just forgotten his life.
However, at this moment, Wang Tong suddenly said with difficulty, "I didn’t expect the old lady’s birthday party to be a happy event today, so it was an act of God!"
"Old …"
Wang Tong waved his hand to stop the crowd from crying and said slowly, "Brother Ouyang, General Wang is sorry for this last time. I want to be quiet!"
Ouyang Xiyi and Wang Shichong looked at each other at this time, and then gave a ceremony to Wang Tong: "Let the old man leave" and left in a dim light.
Seeing that the two left, the rest of the guests saluted Wang Tong in succession, and then they slowly left each other. In a short time, Wang Tong was left alone in such a large mansion yard.
Wang Tong just stood there at this time, and he seemed to see a childish teenager practicing sword in this big courtyard again.
"Tonger Dad asked you what you practiced sword for?"
"Defending the country and defending the country, making contributions, killing the Turks and bringing peace to the people!"
……
When I went to Qiu Lai in spring, once a teenager grew up day by day, and the sword in his hand became heavy. The wind roared in Zhan Ji, and now handsome young people danced all over the courtyard.
"Tonger, your martial arts has become a way to realize your dreams!"
An old horse and an iron halberd young man walked north with a small burden, where there was a wolf’s smoke and a harp whispering that there was his dream.
……
"The Turks opposite the cubs kill our compatriots every year, humiliate our sisters and destroy our homes. What do you say?"
"kill! Kill! Kill … "
The war horse screams, the blade collides with blood, and the young man in the grassland beyond the Great Wall has numb right hand and bright red eyes. This is the battlefield, the purest iron-blood collision, where he wields an iron halberd to kill or be killed!
……
Thousands of Turks in Yancheng surrounded this small border town. At this time, the youth and his 37 teams were the last barrier of this small town.
The setting sun is reflected obliquely on the thirty horses, and the oldest of them is thirty-nine, and the youngest is fifteen. In front of them is a rolling Turkic wolf riding, and behind them is the evacuation of compatriots.
There is no population, they are holding their spears and halberds in their hands and waiting quietly.