Heaven Extinction Martial Emperor

This sword ceremony should be created by a mortal martial art master named Peacock Daming King.

When Xia Qingchen was traveling around the world, he was slightly impressed.

Pingyang Swordsman, who was full of smiles, could not help but whisper, and was a little surprised to look at Xia Qingchen: "Do you actually know that the old man is practicing "Peacock Sword Classic?"

Knowing the origin of his swordsmanship, there are no more than five in the entire Yungu City. How does Xia Qingchen know?

Xia Qingchen walked silently, reached out his hand, and said, "Give me the sword, I will teach you what is the real "Peacock Sword Classic."

"You teach me?" Pingyang swordsman is really angry.

He felt a deep insult.

As the leading martial arts teaching in Yungu City, how many famous arrogances have ever come out under the door?

He was the only one who guided others, and no one dared say to guide him!

Today, a 17-year-old boy dares to speak out such rants, how can he not be annoyed?

"Rotten wood, you are really stubborn and hopeless!" Pingyang swordsman flicked his finger and inserted Qixing Purple Sword into the ground, saying: "Do you want to teach the old man swordsmanship? Well, as you wish! But If you can't convince the old man, hehe, you student, the old man will not teach!"

Xia Qingchen was unmoved, stepped forward, and pulled up the Seven Star Purple Sword.

Pingyang swordsman looked on with cold eyes and sneered in his heart, fearing that Xia Qingchen would not even hold the sword.

However, what surprised Pingyang swordsmen was that Xia Qingchen not only clenched the hilt in a skilled posture, but also flipped a sword flower lightly, murmured: "I haven't used a sword in a long time, it's a bit rusty."

After the invincible world, Jianbing Jianbing was sealed into the sheath, rarely used.

Familiar with the Qixing Purple Sword, Xia Qingchen glanced at the Pingyang swordsman and said, "Look, I only show it once!"

Between the words, the temperament changed abruptly.

The peaceful eyes were fierce in an instant, bursting into the starry sky.

The whole person is like a sharp sword with a sheath out of it!

"The first type of peacock screen!"

"The second type of shocking!"

"The Third Hundred Birds Sect!"

Xia Qingchen walked like a leisurely court, and his footsteps turned continuously. The Qixing Purple Sword in his hand matched perfectly.

The moves are complete and flawless.

There is a charm that returns to the original, and it comes out invisible.

In the eyes of Pingyang swordsmen, Xia Qingchen is not performing swordsmanship, but a sword, interpreting the truth in the sword.

That is a man in the swordsmanship, the ultimate state of the swordsmanship that he pursues for life-the unity of man and sword!

This can only be achieved by the master of swordsmanship, where swordsmanship has reached its level.

He couldn't believe that a 17-year-old boy reached the supreme state of the unity of man and sword!

The wind rises and the clouds surge.

The shadow stops, the sword stops.

The sword intentions are endless and enduring.

Sonorous--

Xia Qingchen received the sword and mocked himself with dissatisfaction: "Sure enough it's rusty. Such a simple sword ritual hasn't worked well."

In the eyes of the swordsman in Pingyang, the unity of heaven and man, the perfect and flawless mysterious swordsmanship, in Xia Qingchen's own eyes is not satisfactory!

Xia Qingchen waved his hand, inserted Qixing Zijian into the ground in front of him, and said negatively: "Although it only shows the essence of the "Peacock Sword Classic", it is much stronger than yours! What? The articulation and the true meaning of swordsmanship are all messed up!"

In the same "Peacock Sword Code", the swordsmanship of Pingyang Swordsman is empty and pale, as if the young children are playing it, it is extremely clumsy.

However, Xia Qingchen displayed the true meaning of swordsmanship, which was profound and profound, making people unable to extricate themselves.

Pingyang swordsman's lips tremble, trying to refute.

However, there is no reason to refute.

Xia Qingchen's swordsmanship is indeed a gap between him and the earth.

"You are the best at swordsmanship, and even my first coat of fur is not as good, so, you still have to point me?" Xia Qingchen stared at him coldly.

The swordsman of Pingyang has been confused, and for the first time in his life, he encountered a boy who could not see through.

"Swordsmanship is only one of my own. The old man has another four-phase masterpiece! Good!" Perhaps he is anxious to prove himself and maintain his dignity as a mentor.

He played fingering that he was also very good at.

Just look at it, Xia Qingchen shook his head gently: "Mediocre is nothing strange!"

"Look! This is fingering!"

He exhibited the fingerings performed by the swordsman of Pingyang, a set of down, ordinary fingerings, was actually shot by Xia Qingchen as the supreme master!

Pingyang swordsman blushed and said, "Old man still has boxing skills!"

When he showed it, Xia Qingchen stopped when he saw only half of it: "It's unsightly! Boxing, eight stars and four secrets, you know nothing!"

"Open your eyes and look carefully, what is real boxing!"

Still the same boxing technique, Xia Qingchen turned decay into miraculous, it is amazing!

Putting his fist down, Xia Qingchen looked at Pingyang swordsman coldly: "Will the two remaining specialties still be exhibited?"

At this moment, the swordsman of Pingyang, his face green and red, his chest undulating violently, showing his inner unevenness.

Looking at the aggressive Xia Qingchen, the Pingyang swordsman shivered and raised his finger, pointing: "You, you..."

Xia Qingchen said indifferently: "What are you doing? At your half-hanging level, dare to come out and teach people?"

Waving his hand, Xia Qingchen was like catching a fly: "Go away right away, and don't miss people outside!"

The Pingyang swordsman, who was already very emotional, was scolded by Xia Qingchen for his relentlessness.

He was extremely arrogant and attacked with anger, which made him unable to stop a breath of blood mist. His eyes rolled on the spot and he fell into a coma.

"Is vomiting blood and syncope?" Xia Qingchen sneered.

Real masters tend to be pretentious, how can they vomit blood and syncope because they are too arrogant to withstand stimulation?

Soon, Xia Yuan who heard the bad news came over.

Seeing a big change in his face!

"Don't blame me, he vomited blood and passed out." Xia Qingchen shrugged helplessly.

Xia Yuan mistakenly thought that Xia Qingchen was too poor. Pingyang sword was so polite and worried.

"This is troublesome! Pingyang swordsman is your cousin's mentor. He always respects the swordsman of Pingyang. If he knows that he is angry with you, it is very difficult to give up." Xia Yuan was not worried.

As a genius, Xia Qilin has always looked down on Xia Qingchen.

He was never treated as a relative.

If he learns that the teacher he admires is like this by Xia Qingchen, he will inevitably resent it.

"Can he hit our mansion?" Xia Qingchen didn't care.

Xia Yuan laughed bitterly: "Two months later, it will be your grandfather Xia Cangliu's 60th birthday. The venue will be in Beixia Mansion, your second uncle's house.

Xia Cangliu is the father of Xia Yuan and Xia Xun, and also the grandfather of Xia Qingchen and Xia Qilin.

Because the second uncle's family is great, the grandfather has lived in the second uncle's family.

For the father who had no money, he was very cold and never visited them.

This time his sixtieth birthday was held at the second uncle's house.

"The soldiers will cover up the water and the soil, and then there will be a way." Xia Qingchen does not matter.

Will he be afraid of a Xia Qilin?

Xia Yuan was very worried, and ordered people to send the unconscious Pingyang swordsman back.

One day later, Xiafu in the north of the city.

Xia Qilin came back angry.

Xia Xun walked back and forth anxiously in the courtyard. When he saw him come back, he asked, "You visited Master Pingyang, how is he doing?"

Yesterday, when he learned that Master Pingyang had an accident, Xia Qilin immediately went to visit and returned at this moment.

"Although the mentor woke up, he was unable to get out of bed because of his anger and blood, and he could neither get out of bed nor talk." Xia Qilin smashed the small stone lion on the side with his palm: "Xia Qingchen, the wild mongrel, It turned out to be so kind! I abolish him!"

In his eyes, the closest cousin is not as important as an outsider.

With that said, he would go to Nanxia Mansion and find Xia Qingchen to settle his account.

Xia Xun grabbed him and shouted, "I'm confused! Why is it that you hit the door? If you do it, will your uncle stand by and watch?"

"What should I do?" Xia Qilin desperately wanted to vent his anger for his teacher.

Xia Xunsi said: "Two months later, it will be your grandfather's birthday. If he does not come, he will do whatever he wants."

Wen Yin, Xia Qilin's eyes lit up, said: "Okay, I will invite some friends to help out, and ask him to look good!"