Shu Xian stood dumbstruck, not daring to move. This water sword just happened to shoot over the top of her head, messing up her fine black hair. The purple silk handkerchief that was used to stabilize her hair bun fell into the mud. Her body, which was wrapped around her exquisite figure, fluttered forward. The water sword formed a thin line, but it contained an astonishing sword aura. Shu Xiu's ears rumbled for a long time.
The pale-faced Shu Xiu, who did not use a sword, was already so shocked. Lü Qiantang, who had studied the way of the sword for thirty years, opened his mouth slightly. The superior sword was always the way of the sword, not the art of the sword. The majestic and weak sword aura had no direct relationship with the size of the sword aura. The old man on the horse carriage's finger was indeed very similar to the tide of the Guangling River in his hometown. Every year on the eighteenth day of the eighth lunar month, the spectacular scene was unparalleled in the world. Lü Qiantang had built a thatched cottage near the Sea Salt Pavilion on the Guangling River, which was the most suitable place to admire the "Midnight Tide of a Hundred Thousand Soldiers".
Lü Qiantang looked at the horse carriage. The figure of the old man with the sheepskin fur coat was blurry. He muttered in his heart. Among the six guards of the martial library, he had never heard of a grandmaster of the way of the sword with such a tyrannical sword aura. Lü Qiantang pondered, but he still did not dare to lower his guard. Together with Yang Qingfeng, he stared fixedly at the red-armored man who had fallen to the ground. Lü Qiantang discovered that the hands of this weak middle-aged man were bleeding. At some point in time, he had drawn a talisman with blood on the back of his hands, which the heavy rain could not wash away. As for whether it was the talisman of the Longhu Taoist Master or the Maoshan Exorcism Spell, Lü Qiantang was not proficient in this field, so he could not be sure. Yang Qingfeng squatted on the ground, his ten fingers digging into the mud. The mud immediately began to churn. What was even more surprising was that more than ten silver-white mole crickets broke out of Yang Qingfeng's withered flesh.
Hsu Fengnian frowned and asked, "Is this water armor dead?"
The old man with a divine talisman pinned on his hair bun took the oil-paper umbrella from Blue Bird's hands and sneered, "It's easier said than done. Although these five red talisman armors are much weaker than Ye Hongting's yellow and purple fate armor, how can they be killed with just a finger? Back then, when Ye Hongting fought against enemies in the Vajra Realm, she would always be pestered to death for a few days and nights. Unless she was stripped of her armor and skin like Han Shengxuan, no matter how severely she was injured or killed, Ye Hongting wouldn't feel any pain or itch. Condensing yellow and purple fate into armor is a great creation divine art. Now that the Red Armor is made according to the Five Elements, the Five Elements Talisman will gather the Red Armor, and that will be the beginning of the show. Since this Old Man has made a move, he doesn't mind helping the Buddha to the West. No matter how difficult it is to deal with him, he is still not as disgusting as Ye Hongting. "
"Found it." The old man looked towards the east.
Blue Bird's figure shot out.
"Since you're hiding and not willing to come out, This Old Man will break one armor first. Let's see if you still have the patience. The Five Elements lack water. Let's see how you guys are best at grinding. " The old man only took one step, and the umbrella swept over Shu Xiu's head. He stepped down and stepped on the chest of the talisman general who was about to get up. It was exactly where the water droplet sword had exploded. Lü Qiantang's Crimson Afterglow Sword and Yang Qingfeng's Art of Recuperation and Exorcism were sent flying by the old man's move. It would be an understatement to say that he was unreasonable. However, Lü Qiantang and Yang Qingfeng didn't reveal the slightest bit of resentment.
Instead, they took advantage of the situation to retreat.
The old man with the umbrella stepped again and again, and the head of the Water Armor was stepped into the deep muddy pit. Not only that, he instantly closed the umbrella and used it as a sword. This time, compared to the Azure Dragon Water Sword formed by the water droplets, the sword intent was even more boundless. The rain that filled the sky was wrapped by this umbrella, forming a huge rain tornado around the old man. The old man who used the umbrella as a sword whispered, "One Sword Immortal kneels."
The umbrella and the tornado pierced the head of the talisman general like the Milky Way. The pouring rain on the small path suddenly stopped. The raindrops didn't fall, but instead bounced back up, as if someone had used human strength to go against the Heavenly Dao and forcefully stopped it.
A soft slap sounded.
The old man opened the oil-paper umbrella again, and slowly walked back to the carriage.
Blue Bird lightly returned, shook her head and said, "The enemy retreated."
Hsu Fengnian, who was sitting on the horse, still closed his eyes and concentrated. This should be a sword that only the Land Immortals can use, right?
It was indeed correct that he didn't practice the sword first when he practiced the saber. If he had learned the sword earlier, and then witnessed today's Finger and Xuan Swords, he would definitely have been traumatized and couldn't get rid of it. Although there was still a gap between him and the Sword Heart, Sword Qi, and Sword Intent, he probably wouldn't have the courage and confidence to use the sword again. In the battle between the saber and the sword, if one were to talk about the number of first-class masters, the two sides were about the same. But if one were to talk about the small group of people at the top, if one were to pick out a single person to fight, the grandmaster of the sword would firmly suppress the master of the saber. Especially the immortals who were known as the Sword God in the past generations in Jianghu. Which one of them wasn't a master who had almost reached the peak of martial arts? In the previous generation, Li Chungang was invincible with his Wooden Horse Ox. In this generation, the number one swordsman, Đồng Thái, even fooled around with a Peach Blossom, and no one dared to fight with him. Cao Guanzi, who was arrogant and domineering, also claimed that he was worthy of being above the eight of them, but he was ashamed to be right behind Đồng Thái. These words drew a clear line between Wang Xianzhi and Đồng Thái and the other eight masters, including Cao Guanzi. No matter how Wang Xianzhi was, the people of Jianghu had long regarded her as a person of the Immortal Realm in Tiange, but she was just a weirdo that appeared once in five hundred years. Đồng Thái was different, after all, he was tainted with some people's aura. The Peach Blossom Sword God was a legend that even people in the palace missed.
Hsu Fengnian asked softly, "The Water Armor is dead? The person behind the scenes has retreated? "
The old man, who had shown off two moves without using a sword, was very arrogant. He ignored His Royal Highness and only smiled at Jiang Ni, who actually did not see anything clearly. He asked, "Little girl, This Old Man still has some courage left, right?"
Jiang Ni only vaguely saw the torrential rain tornado, but she was a little far away. In addition, the layman only knew how to watch the show, so her degree of shock was far less than Lü Qiantang, Shu Xiu, and the others. Moreover, she was someone who had seen the world! In the past, Bai Hu 'er's face was much more beautiful when she used two blades to sweep the wind and snow. The blades were beautiful, and the person was even more beautiful! Therefore, when the old God of Swords made his move this time, he probably wouldn't be able to escape the fate of winking at a blind person. Seeing the little girl's confused expression, Li Chungang laughed out loud and reached out to touch the Divine Talisman. He was in a good mood. In the years when the Wooden Horse Ox hadn't stopped, he was really tired of hearing flattery and gasps of cold air. It wasn't as comfortable as the little girl's confused expression.
The old man handed the oil-paper umbrella back to Blue Bird. When he got into the carriage, he said casually, "The other side probably did not want to fight to the death with you, so they were willing to leave behind a Water Armor. If you move faster, you can still see some of the mysteries of this Red Talisman Armor. If the puppet in the armor dies, the knowledge of the Talisman Writing on the Red Talisman Armor will also be gone."
Hsu Fengnian's expression was complicated. After a moment of hesitation, he bowed to the old man and urged his horse to the place where the Wooden Armor had been killed by the umbrella sword.
Waving his hand to drive away Lü Qiantang and Yang Qingfeng, His Royal Highness squatted in front of the Red Talisman Armor. The armor on the Red Talisman Armor's head had already been shattered by the sword, but the characters and patterns carved on the Red Armor were exquisite beyond compare. What was Hsu Fengnian most proud of? Naturally, it was not his fledgling blade skills, but his memory. The Red Armor had been carved with the Three Pure Talismans of Daoism and Sanskrit incantations of Buddhism. Hsu Fengnian could only understand half of it. This was attributed to him being a Buddhist follower of Wang Fei's mother. In addition, he had often heard Wei Shuyang talk about the grudges between the three Daoist talisman schools. Shu Xiu gathered her courage and wanted to shield His Royal Highness from the rain, but Hsu Fengnian, who was facing the Red Armor, coldly said, "Get lost!"
Shu Xiu's expression froze.
The corner of Big Sword Lü Qiantang's mouth twitched slightly.
Yang Qingfeng walked to a suitable distance away from His Royal Highness and the Red Armor Talisman Armor. He respectfully said, "His Royal Highness, this lowly one knows a little about talisman mechanisms. Can I take a closer look?"
Hsu Fengnian did not raise his head. He only asked stiffly, "Can you preserve your soul for a little longer?"
Yang Qingfeng bowed slightly and said confidently, "Yes."
"Don't disappoint me." Hsu Fengnian pulled out the Spring Thunder Saber and lifted one of the Red Armor Talisman's arms. He carefully examined every detail of the Red Armor Talisman's arm. The Red Armor Talisman's chest had been blasted open by the old man's finger. Most of it could no longer be distinguished, but the Red Armor Talisman's arms and legs were intact.
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