When Zhong Gucheng saw the two riders leave the posthouse, he did not lower his guard. Instead, for the first time, he felt suffocated as if he was facing a great enemy. The two hundred riders moved forward steadily. The distance between the two sides was less than a hundred paces. Even the master with the worst eyesight, who had three or four copper yellow fish pouches, recognized that the white rider was actually a woman with a feminine silhouette but a vigorous heroic spirit. Wasn't there only the Purple Dress of Mount Huishan in the limelight in Liyang Jianghu? Who was this divine being? The six riders at the front rode fast, ready to take the first prize for the imperial court. Among the six riders, there was a famous swordsman, a macheteman, and a renowned boxing master. The six riders were outstanding. At the same time, they covered each other and cooperated skillfully. This was the realm that masters who had reached a certain level should have. The macheteman was the first to attack. He used his family's unique skill, the knife throwing technique, which could be considered an unpopular martial art evolved from the flying sword technique. The knife split the air and went straight for the white-clothed woman's head.
Luo Yang did not look at the curved knife that spun into a circle and fell from the sky. With a glance, she took in all the six or seven gold carp pouches, including Zhong Gucheng. One person and one horse continued to move forward slowly. She only stretched out a finger and gently tapped six times in the air. The leading six riders, including the lackey of the imperial court who thought that his knife throwing technique had reached a higher level, continued to charge forward. However, their heads seemed to be blocked by a wall. Not only did their heads stop abruptly, their bodies also swayed back and then fell heavily on the posthouse, dying on the spot. Finally, the 'belated' throwing knife came. Luoyang, who had six fingers on her left, put two of her fingers together and lightly brushed the blade of the knife. The throwing knife spun in front of her, and with a speed that was countless times faster than its original speed, it was so fast that it seemed like the knife had directly disappeared in front of everyone's eyes. Then, several Jinwu Guards were dismembered on the backs of their horses. Only then did everyone realize that this was not some fancy method that was all bark and no bite, but a real bloody killing move. Not only that, the six ownerless warhorses continued to charge forward in a daze. When they were twenty steps away from the white-clothed woman, the ground of the posthouse shook violently. The six horses' hooves were lifted into the air and shattered into six masses of scarlet mist. The white-clothed woman casually passed by the six pools of blood. That knife was finally stopped by a Six Fish Copper Pouch expert. Luo Yang was expressionless. Her two fingers swiped forward on her shoulder like she was pushing out a three foot sword. Then, she formed a three foot purple sword energy that flashed. That Master Realm expert did not have time to dodge at all. A hole appeared on his forehead. When he fell off the horse, he died with his eyes wide open.
Luo Yang suddenly stopped her horse. She had a calm and arrogant attitude. This made Zhong Gucheng who was caught off guard feel a chill down his spine. How could this extremely young woman be so arrogant and rude! She did not mind them making a countermeasure at all? Zhong Gucheng didn't care about his face. He signaled the other two experts of the Seven Carps with his eyes. There was no need for words to communicate, and they already had a plan. They could clearly see that this woman was at least a peak expert who had immersed herself in the Finger Profound Realm for many years. Zhong Gucheng, who was originally in the Finger Profound Realm, even faintly sensed that this woman wanted him to experience what the Finger Profound Realm was! Even with Zhong Gucheng's transcendent status, he did not have the ability to get in touch with the secrets of the Divine Martial City. Naturally, he did not know that in the destroyed city, there was a woman who allowed Song Nianqing, a grandmaster of the sword who had fourteen swords, to use all fourteen of his new moves before she "kindly" taught the old grandmaster of the Dongyue Sword Pool how to use the sword. However, even if Zhong Gucheng knew this terrifying secret, he didn't have time to worry about it. The two hundred riders burst out with a fighting strength that matched their strength. The sixteen archers holding the Golden Guards began to draw their bows and shoot. Some concealed weapon experts didn't care about their hidden skills and 'taught' them everything they had. Several Qi-controlling experts didn't even care about exhausting their Essence, Qi, and Spirit. They didn't care about the results and rode their weapons to attack the woman from a distance. This magnificent scene of a large group of experts attacking together was not common in Jianghu.
In Shenwu City, she once placed her left hand horizontally with her palm facing up and her right hand slowly pressed down. She closed the heaven and earth to form a line of sword between heaven and earth, forcing Song Nianqing to use his last Earth Immortal Sword before his death. Today, she was much more casual. She still held two fingers together and casually waved them left and right in front of her. As if the heaven and earth were at her disposal, she also waved them left and right. Those bows, arrows, and concealed weapons began to sway in the air and fell to the ground around her horse. Zhong Gucheng's face was gloomy. 'I dare to stand shoulder to shoulder with heaven and earth in the Heavenly Image State. But so what? You're just one person on the posthouse road. The heaven and earth are vast, but they're not your lackeys. There's a limit to a person's strength.' Even if the righteousness and sincerity of a person for a lifetime were declared to the heaven and earth in exchange for a moment of resonance with heaven and earth, how could one be so arrogant as to truly stand shoulder to shoulder with heaven and earth for a long time? Zhong Gucheng raised his hand and waved it fiercely, indicating for the two hundred riders to continue shooting with all their might to exhaust the woman's internal energy. Since she was willing to be a target, then let her show off.
The old eunuch Zhao Siku lifted the curtain and rubbed his eyes. He did his best to see the fight on the posthouse road. This Diao Temple was a martial arts layman, so he only thought it was interesting to watch. The old man with two secret talismans on his withered arms felt his heart tighten for no reason. He quickly turned his head and stared at the half-dead person. He didn't notice anything strange. Curling his lips, the old eunuch continued to stare at the posthouse road.
The woman seemed to be getting impatient and was ready to fight. Zhao Siku smiled bitterly. The more chaotic it was, the better. Only with chaos would the Beiliang have a chance. Otherwise, Zhao Siku didn't think the Beiliang would be able to snatch food from the tiger's mouth.
At this moment, everyone was shocked. Everyone, including the fourth most powerful person in the world, Luo Yang, was no exception.
With a faint smile, she squinted her eyes and looked at the carriage.
More than two hundred riders turned their heads and looked at the middle-aged man who was bending over to lift the curtain and stretch his body. From his body, glittering golden talismans slowly fell and disappeared. There were about sixteen or seventeen enchantments?
The man looked at Luo Yang and said in a hoarse voice, "We meet again after four hundred years."
Luo Yang was a little dazed.
That year, Gao Shulu fought to her heart's content with a young Taoist priest. Afterwards, Gao Shulu didn't hibernate in the mountains like the rumors said. Instead, the two of them had a conversation on the shore of the East Sea. She happened to be watching the sea, so the two of them didn't deliberately avoid her from listening.
The young Taoist priest who had never used his sword and wandered the world made a bet with Gao Shulu. He bet that Gao Shulu wouldn't be able to solve that talisman. At that time, Gao Shulu was so conceited that her eyes were as high as the sky.
In all things under the heavens, there was always something to subdue. Even if one thing seemed to be invincible, there would always be something that subdued it. Wherever poisonous snakes were rampant, there would always be herbs nearby for people to pick to cure their poison. This was the principle.
If Wang Xianzhi was Li Chungang's subdued person, then that young Taoist was Gao Shulu's subdued person.
After the talisman, the Taoist priest came back to his senses. He smiled apologetically at Luo Yang and quickly disappeared between heaven and earth. It had only been eighteen years since he came to this world. He had only seen her once and never met her again.
Only Luo Yang knew that the Taoist priest wasn't the reincarnation of Ancestor Lu, but that person.
Gao Shulu sat cross-legged and looked up at the distant northwest. "If you don't come, I'll really start a massacre."
Everyone felt like a spring breeze was blowing on their faces.
A wavering purple and gold figure appeared in the blink of an eye. It was like the legendary immortal who had gone out of his body.
Then the two hundred riders were frightened and retreated one after another.
That blurry figure and that face, if it wasn't Hsu Fengnian of Beiliang, who else could it be?
This "Hsu Fengnian" pretended to lead the horse for the woman in white and looked at Gao Shulu with a smile. "The ninth time I was in a trance. I was originally sitting on the top of Kunlun and watching the East Sea."
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