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Ying Feiyang suddenly jumped and his head almost hit the roof of the carriage. With a red face, he stammered, "Sister Taoist, I, I broke into your carriage to avoid the rain yesterday. I shouldn't have. Please forgive me for my rudeness!"
Ying Feiyang's original intention was to apologize, but this action immediately caused three invisible Qi dynamics to lock onto his body.
Two of them came from the front of the carriage, fierce and fierce, full of vigilance. It seemed that if Ying Feiyang made any strange movements, they would not hesitate to take his life. Another Dōjin Qi came from the back of the carriage. Although it was not as sharp as the other two, it was as deep and heavy as a mountain. It was like a thick wall in front of the Taoist, protecting her from Ying Feiyang. Ying Feiyang thought about it and knew that these three Qi dynamics came from the three Taoists who had been protecting the Taoist yesterday.
"Sister Taoist, this title is also interesting." The Taoist laughed, completely ignoring the murderous atmosphere around her.
Ying Feiyang knew that the person he had met was not an ordinary person. He unconsciously wanted to use his internal energy to resist the two aggressive Qi dynamics, but he found that his Dantian was empty. His zhenqi had been restrained. When he looked again, even the Star Pattern Sword was not by his side, but in the hands of the Taoist nun. The Taoist nun gently played with the sword as she stared at Ying Feiyang with interest. She said, "Last night, the wind and rain were heavy. To avoid the rain is human nature. It's just that my carriage is simple and crude. I don't know if you are used to sleeping here."
But after sleeping, he had caused trouble. Ying Feiyang secretly blamed himself for not being vigilant. At the same time, he restrained his panic and said cautiously, "It's already lucky to have shelter in the wind and rain. Moreover, Sister Taoist nun's carriage is not simple and crude. Since Sister Taoist nun doesn't mind, can you first return my sword? A sword is a weapon to hurt people, not to play with. Sister, don't cut your hand."
"How is that possible?" The Taoist nun laughed and said, "I've also practiced. If you don't believe me, look!" As soon as she finished speaking, the Taoist priest unsheathed her sword. The carriage suddenly felt cold. The Taoist priest flicked her wrist and several sword flowers appeared. They were bright and dazzling, extremely gorgeous. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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Then, he sheathed his sword and boasted, "How is it? Not bad, right?"
With just one move, he could tell that even though the female Daoist's swordsmanship was beautiful, it was only superficial. Furthermore, there was no inner Qi circulating in her body. She was purely using her wrist strength to wield the sword. In terms of swordsmanship, she was only slightly better than a layman. However, Ying Feiyang's expression changed. This was because the swordsmanship displayed by the female Taoist priest was too familiar. It was the Wind Cleaving Sword Art that he had practiced countless times since he was young. It was the Wind Cleaving Sword Art that he had painstakingly created.
Ying Feiyang asked in a deep voice, "What a beautiful sword art. I wonder where did Daoist sister learn it from?"
The woman smiled kindly and said, "I haven't asked you yet, but you've asked me first. May I know Xiao Lang's name? Where did he come from? And — — "
"What does it have to do with Gu Jian Sheng?"
As the woman smiled, Ying Feiyang noticed that there were fine lines at the corners of her eyes. Her real age was probably a bit older than she looked. When she mentioned Gu Jian Sheng, he suddenly felt a sense of oppression. Under the woman's amiable face, there was the air of a superior who could decide a person's life or death with a single word. If he didn't answer to her satisfaction, it would be difficult to have a good ending.
Ying Feiyang pondered for a while. If the woman wanted to kill him, she would have had the opportunity to do so while he was asleep. Moreover, knowing his master's swordsmanship should be related to his painstakingly hard work. In the end, he decided to tell the truth. He cupped his hands and said, "I am Ying Feiyang, a student of the Ling Xiao Sword School. I am the disciple of the Sword Crown Gu Jian Sheng."
The woman smiled again. If the previous smile was standard and standard as if she was wearing a mask, then the current smile was sincere, like the spring wind and rain, sweeping away the previous treacherous atmosphere. She said, "As expected, the weapon was forged by the Ling Xiao Sword School using the Blade Washing Technique. You also know my swordsmanship. Plus —" The woman pointed at Ying Feiyang's wine gourd and said, "This' Drunken Heaven and Earth 'never leaves his body. I've asked him several times to play with it but he refused. How could he give it to an ordinary person? The person who can hold this' Drunken Heaven and Earth 'is indeed his disciple."
Ying Feiyang's heart lightened. He knew that he had passed a hurdle. He then asked, "May I ask who Taoist sister is? How did you know my master?"
"As for me …" The woman was about to answer when suddenly, accompanied by the neighing of a horse, the carriage came to an abrupt stop. The bottles in the carriage overturned and clanked. The woman's body also fell forward, almost falling into Ying Feiyang's arms.
Ying Feiyang straightened her body. He was suspicious. The horses that pulled the carriage were well-trained. Even yesterday's thunder could not scare them. How could they suddenly be startled and lose their bearings? Could it be that they ran into a tiger along the way? While he was puzzled, a voice answered Ying Feiyang's question.
"Ying Feiyang, come out!" The person who came was fiercer than a tiger, fiercer than thunder. His murderous aura caused all living things to retreat. It was He Guqiong!
"How did he come so fast!" Ying Feiyang was shocked. He thought that He Guqiong would need a few days to comprehend. Who knew that he would appear again in less than half a day. Moreover, Ying Feiyang's route was very strange. The heavy rain the day before yesterday had washed away his traces. Then, by a freak combination of factors, he was taken away along with the carriage. Ying Feiyang himself did not know where he was now. How did He Guqiong find him?
Ying Feiyang looked at the carriage window and saw He Guqiong alone blocking the road. However, his hair was curled and his body was scorched. His Taoist robe was also ragged, which made him look a bit ridiculous. He did not know what happened to him in the past half a day.
"How dare you! Who dares disturb the jade shelf? " The two Taoist priests in front of the carriage, upon seeing the appearance of such a strange person, immediately became alert. They jumped off the carriage and landed in front of He Guqiong, one on the left and one on the right, and scolded.
He Guqiong glanced at them and said coldly, "So it's that old man Sima Chengzhen's disciple. I remember your name is Lü Zhixuan." He Guqiong pointed at the tall Taoist on the left. "It's I," the Taoist on the left answered.
"You … you're called Chen Shouzhi, right?" He Guqiong pointed at the person on the right.
"It's Zhang Shouzhi." The Taoist on the right was still alert and corrected him coldly.
He Guqiong stared at the carriage again and said, "To be personally protected by the Shangqing school, and also known as the 'jade shelf', is it Princess Yu Zhen or the Golden Immortal Princess?"
"Princess!" Ying Feiyang was shocked. If He Guqiong wasn't outside, he would have exhaled. He didn't expect that the female Taoist who made him sleep on his lap was the sister of the current Emperor's mother, the most honorable Princess of Tang!
The Taoist nun tidied up her messy hair, her respectful yet dignified voice came out of the carriage, "Disciple Li Chiying, greets Shishu He Guqiong, I wonder what brings Shishu He here today?"
"So it's Princess Yu Zhen, long time no see." He Guqiong nodded and said, "My martial nephew, Ying Feiyang, went missing yesterday. I don't know if the Princess has seen him." Ying Feiyang's heart tightened and he looked at Princess Yu Zhen with a pleading look.
Princess Yuzhen understood tacitly. She smiled at him and squeezed his palm, indicating for him to be at ease. She then said, "Ying Feiyang? I've never heard of him. May I know which Martial Uncle he is? "
"You've never met him? If that's the case, I'm sorry to disturb you. "He Guqiong's voice came into the carriage and he was about to leave. Suddenly —
"Be careful!" Ying Feiyang suddenly pushed Princess Yu Zhen down. In the next moment, a sword aura rushed into the carriage and the jade screen exploded. The fragments scattered on top of Ying Feiyang's head and knocked Princess Yu Zhen's crown off her head.
Without the screen, Ying Feiyang and He Guqiong's eyes met. Just one look and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His whole body shivered. If he hadn't reacted in time, Princess Yu Zhen would have been killed by He Guqiong's sword. Now that he saw the look in He Guqiong's eyes, he was sure that the dark, cold and emotionless eyes were filled with killing intent. It showed that He Guqiong had lost his Taoist heart and was possessed by killing intent!
"How could this be!" Ying Feiyang was shocked. Yesterday, he left those words. With He Guqiong's cultivation in swordsmanship, he would definitely be able to comprehend it and push his sword to the state of "Dao is emotionless but has feelings". Why did it backfire and cause He Guqiong to be controlled by the sword and become a killing demon of the sword?
In fact, Ying Feiyang didn't know that He Guqiong was sitting alone in the forest to comprehend swordsmanship. At the critical moment of the battle between Heaven and Man, Taoism and Devil, there was a sudden thunder and a heavy rain.
The Sky Thunder was a symbol of getting rid of evil. Perhaps because He Guqiong had killed for his entire life, his evil energy shot up to the heavens, and finally, the heavens sent down a divine punishment. A bolt of Sky Thunder actually struck down from the heavens, pouring down from the heavens.
But He Guqiong's foundation was strong, he did not die even after taking a Sky Thunder. But when the Sky Thunder struck him, he fainted for a moment, and in that moment, his Dao heart was lost, and the murderous intent took the opportunity to attack his heart. The Sky Thunder that was supposed to eliminate evil turned into an evil demon, and He Guqiong fell into it.
No one at the scene knew of the twists and turns of events, but Hegu Qiong's attack had enraged both Zhang Shouzhi and Lu Zhixuan. They shouted at the same time, "How dare you!" and were about to strike.
Zhang Shouzhi twisted the talisman in his hand and chanted a spell. The talisman burned without fire and the moment the fire was dazzling, a golden armored celestial being appeared behind Zhang Shouzhi. The golden armored celestial being had tiger eyes and a lion nose. He wore the Golden Lion Radiant Armor and held a beast head machete in his hand. He raised the giant machete and slashed at He Guqiong like a dark cloud.
Lü Zhixuan used a sword but his sword was different from the Ling Xiao Sword School. His sword was more like an instrument than a weapon. He shook his back and the two swords on his back flew into the sky. One of them turned into an evil dragon and spat fire while the other turned into a giant python and spat poisonous black water.
Ying Feiyang had been in the Lingxiao Sword School for a long time and most of the people he met used swords. The two Taoist priests in front of him were obviously masters of spells. It was an eye-opener for him. He secretly learned how He Guqiong dealt with them and forgot that he was in danger.
He Guqiong was surrounded by two people, but he stood still. He snorted coldly as a murderous aura surged. He Guqiong waved his left hand, and the Sword of Annihilation appeared. One turned into ten, and ten turned into a hundred. The black blades converged into a sword current, tangling with the serpent and the dragon.
He held a sword in his right hand and the blade grew with the wind and turned into the size of the machete. He fearlessly faced the attack.
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