The falling snow froze the hearts of the father and son. They were both using swords. This was a duel between swordsmen.
Li Yixiu had received Li Boyong's teachings.
But did he surpass his master?
Clearly not at that level.
Li Yixiu had come to kill Li Boyong purely out of hot-bloodedness. He had even suffered for a long time before he made up his mind. Before this, he had never thought about the consequences. He considered himself righteous, believing that the power of righteousness was invincible. Once he decided to fight against evil, he would obtain the final victory.
This could not be said to be a kind of blindness, nor could it be said that he was childish. It was just that some things were engraved in his bones and could not be changed passively. More importantly, in his subconscious mind, Li Boyong would never harm him. Perhaps even he himself did not know this. There were millions of children in the world like him. They all subconsciously felt that their parents would not harm them, so they often did not have any misgivings. This was a very important premise.
If not for this premise, he would still be here, but his performance would be even more tragic. All martyrs were like this.
He unsheathed the Spring Snow Sword and started with a series of shadow swords. Driven by the shadow swords, the snowy wind looked like countless snowflakes swarming towards Li Boyong, creating a series of explosions around him.
Li Boyong responded very carefully. Although Li Yixiu was not at the level of surpassing his master, there were many examples of first grade martial artists killing cultivators.
He would not underestimate anyone, especially the young swordsman he had trained.
The most important aspect of the "Shadow Sword" sword technique was the suppression of quantity. It used a large amount of sword qi to force the opponent to stay away. Each sword qi would explode with terrifying destructive power. If one of them was not dealt with properly, one could die a violent death.
In terms of suppression, Li Yixiu undoubtedly did very well. Even Li Boyong himself would not be able to do it better than him. Every Shadow Sword was sent out and landed at the perfect spot.
But Li Boyong did not retaliate. He was still observing his prey. At this moment, Li Yixiu was his prey.
He strolled leisurely in the storm of sword qi, his eyes never leaving the sword in Li Yixiu's hand. He was the one who watched him grow up. He taught him every move as meticulously and carefully as if he was nurturing a seedling. That was how he got to where he was today.
But he actually wanted to make an enemy out of him for some boring reason and someone who was already dead. Thinking of this, his chest almost exploded.
"You are not worthy of being a son!" He was furious. In fact, deep in his heart, he still hoped that the other party would lower his head and apologize. It was this kind of feeling that caused him to hesitate for a long time.
"At least I can tell right from wrong!" Li Yixiu said coldly.
Li Boyong's heart was filled with discouragement and despair. If he couldn't obtain something, he might as well destroy it. This was really in line with his style.
Suddenly, he made his move.
Sword light suddenly burst forth, and several Shadow Swords that were aimed at the vital parts of his body were annihilated in the blink of an eye. Li Boyong's entire body had already closed in. The sword in his hand seemed to have a soul, and the trajectory of the sword was so nimble and natural.
An indescribable sword light enveloped Li Yixiu. He felt like he was in a sea of swords, and the pressure made him suffocate. He almost had the urge to kneel down and worship, and even lost all the will to resist. He knew why this happened. This kind of situation would only occur when the gap in strength was too big.
Only now did he know Li Boyong's true strength. Li Boyong wasn't listed on the Asura List. It was obvious that Skycloud Pavilion was deliberately hiding his strength, waiting for the right time to strike.
But what he couldn't figure out was how such a merciless butcher could have such a high level of sword dao cultivation. Could it be that cultivation was really about the strong being respected? The strong could do evil without any scruples, and their cultivation would continue to grow stronger. Could it be that there was no retribution from the heavens?
He had obviously given up struggling. He raised his head and wanted to ask the heavens for an answer.
Who could the heavens give an answer to?
No one.
This was the answer.
This was the answer, but it wasn't the end.
All of a sudden, all the snowflakes within his sight were pushed away in all directions. For a moment, the night sky was as clean as if it had never snowed before.
There was also an illusion that time and space had stopped.
"Brother Boyong, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."
A clear voice came down from the clean sky.
"Zhao Xu?" Li Boyong stopped his attack and looked over with a frown. "Didn't I tell you to stay at home tonight and not go anywhere?"
"Brother Boyong, ever since I met you ten years ago, my career has been bright. It's all thanks to you that I'm able to reach this point today. "
Only the voice could be heard, but the person was nowhere to be seen. "Sigh, climbing up step by step. It's a thrilling process that outsiders can't understand."
Li Boyong said coldly, "Did you come here to talk to me about this nonsense?"
"But one day, I suddenly felt a sense of emptiness." The voice continued, "It was the second year after my wife committed suicide. It was also the moment when I finally sat on the throne of the Minister of Public Works. I suddenly realized that it wasn't what I wanted …"
"What are you trying to say?" Li Boyong became vigilant.
"Thanks to you, my wife committed suicide in disgrace, and my daughter became a promiscuous slut. She was ruined by my desire, my desire to win, my everything. The official robe I wear now is woven from their blood and tears drop by drop … "
"I want to put an end to all this evil. Brother Boyong, accept your punishment with me!"
Something fell from the sky.
Li Yixiu felt his scalp go numb with fear.
It was getting closer and closer.
It was a huge metal ball.
Li Boyong's expression changed. He released the aura of a Cultivator without holding back. With a flick of his wrist, countless shadow swords spat out.
Dense explosions rang out in the silent night sky, as if replacing the fireworks that couldn't be set off because of the curfew.
"It's useless … I spent three years preparing for this attack …"
Li Yixiu suddenly understood how the iron ball had fallen from the sky. He discovered that half of Zhao Xu's body had been absorbed into the iron ball, and there were silver spots on the surface of his skin. This was a human body artifact that had been refined through the consumption of food.
This was a pitiful and tragic method. In order to increase the weight, Zhao Xu had treated his body cruelly. He consumed a large amount of metal liquid to form the metal ball. Because of the large amount of star silk, ordinary metal balls could be stored in the Source Sea. However, after being released in the air, he couldn't take them back because the metal ball was already connected to his flesh and blood.
Such an extreme method wasn't just for revenge, but also to punish himself.
Li Boyong tried to dodge, but he was suppressed by an invisible force of gravity.
Since he couldn't escape, he would fight with everything he had.
"White Tiger!"
He gathered all the True Qi in his body and focused it on the sword. His breathing created a hurricane, like the roar of a tiger in the forest. The body of the sword naturally gave birth to a strange phenomenon. It was an incomparably tall tiger with white forehead and eyes.
The Tiger King roared at the sky.
Boom!
In the next moment, the two collided. The Tiger King collapsed in an instant, followed by an invisible force that pressed Li Boyong and his son to the ground. They vomited blood, and finally, the metal ball collapsed. The remaining half of Zhao Xu's body fell to the ground. His eyes were closed, and he didn't move at all.
Li Boyong struggled to get up from the ground. He staggered to Zhao Xu's side and stepped on his head. "I survived, you lowly thing! Who else? Who else wants to kill me? Ugh … "
Before he finished speaking, he let out a muffled groan. He lowered his head to look at the spring snow that had pierced through his chest. He slowly turned to look at Li Yixiu. "You … patricide … disobedient … son … You will … die … a horrible … death …"
Li Yixiu was about to speak when he suddenly let out a muffled groan.
His chest had also been pierced by someone. The person who had done it was none other than Zhao Xu, who only had half of his body left.
Zhao Xu smiled slightly. "Now … it's fair …" With that, he breathed his last.
"Hehehe … the Heavenly Dao has eyes … retribution …" Li Yixiu laughed bitterly and slowly fell to the ground.
…
Numinous Sky Hall.
Ji Tiansheng looked at Yan Li and said, "Yan Li, continue."
"Now, there is only one riddle left," Yan Li said with a smile. "Before I reveal it, I want to ask everyone a question."
Li Yong shouted coldly, "Hurry up and ask!"
Yan Li didn't mind. He said, "Everyone knows about the Black Blood Disease, right?"
"Who doesn't know about a cultivator's terminal illness?"
Yan Li said, "Then you should know that the blood of a person with black blood is a natural poison that can directly kill a person."
"I've never heard of this."
Yan Li said, "In fact, more than half of you have already been poisoned."
"What? How is that possible? "
"Why can't I feel any signs of being poisoned?"
"That's right …"
Yan Li said, "Those who can't feel it are either ordinary people or too weak. The reason why I mentioned this poison is because the person who died suddenly a few days ago was poisoned by this poison. Do you know why they died when they made a move? Because once they made a move, they would have to mobilize their Yuan Qi. The Black Blood Poison would travel through the body along with the Yuan Qi, and the blood would immediately die. This is the reason why they died suddenly. "
"That's impossible. I heard that to make this poison, there must be a person with the Black Blood Disease."
Yan Li said, "What a coincidence, Gu Shiyu is such a person."
Li Yong said coldly, "What's the use of bringing it up now? They're all dead! "
Yan Li smiled and said, "Then at this point, there is a question: how were these people poisoned?"
But without waiting for an answer, he continued, "With your brains, you can't think of it. In fact, even I, if not for a coincidence, would not have thought of it. "
"Lord Yan, don't keep us in suspense, hurry up and tell us!" the crowd urged.
"The imperial tribute, Clear Stream Tea," Yan Li slowly said the answer.
"Clear Stream Tea?" Everyone's expression changed. They had clearly drunk it before.
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