Lü Qiantang dismounted and pulled out his Red Cloud Sword, walking towards the Jade Heaven Sword Formation formed by the eighteen people. The heavy sword was mostly a domineering sword, like the Wu family's Sword Tomb, which could sweep away thousands of soldiers. Regardless of whether the Wu family's Nine Swords really slaughtered the Beimang's ten thousand Ghost Back Cavalry 200 years ago, this legend would make every heavy sword swordsman's blood boil. Lü Qiantang had watched the Guangling River's tide for ten years to comprehend the way of the sword. Every August, on the 18th day of the eighth lunar month, he would go against the flow of the river and slash his sword at the head of the tide until he was exhausted and fell into the river. He almost drowned several times. Fortunately, someone was watching him from the riverside and brought him back to the hut. Every time he practiced his huge sword in front of the tide, Lü Qiantang's swordsmanship and physique improved by a level. Therefore, facing the Jade Heaven Eighteen Swords today, he was not afraid.
Wu Shizhen frowned. Were they really going to break the formation? Where did that frivolous and frivolous playboy get the courage to do so? The words "Duke and Marquis dismount" were written by the Emperor himself, which was equivalent to a silent imperial edict to the Qingyang Palace. His father, Wu Lingsu, had been conferred the title of King. Even the Governor of Yongzhou did not dare to be arrogant on the mountain. The two sword formations were famous. Were these people short-sighted or did they have nothing to fear? Were they really going to disturb his father, the Prince of Qingcheng, today? Wu Shizhen stood on the doorstep of the main hall and watched the battle with greater clarity. He had grown up on the mountain, but he was not narrow-minded. He had a good relationship with the disciples of Yongzhou. Whenever he went down the mountain or into the city, he was treated with respect as if he was a descendant of a celestial being or a disciple of a noble. He had heard that the prodigal sons of Northern Liang were rude and unruly. Today, he saw that it was true. Wu Shizhen twirled a headscarf and sword belt between his fingers and muttered to himself, "If I have the chance, I must meet the eldest son of Northern Liang King."
Little Hawthorn had already returned the Embroidered Winter Sword to Hsu Fengnian. He looked up and said worriedly, "Hsu Fengnian, are you really going to fight with the immortals?"
Hsu Fengnian laughed and said, "It's just for fun. It's best if you can win, but if you can't, you can run. Didn't Old Meng teach you this?"
Young Hawthorn said helplessly with a bitter face, "I did, but Liu Lu Wei said that we're different from our partners. We'd rather let the wrong person go than rob the wrong person. Otherwise, we'd lose face if we can't beat them and get caught. We'd even be dragged to the market to be beheaded. Old Man Meng and the others can say that they'll be heroes again after eighteen years, but I haven't even lived to eighteen years old in this life. How would I know what will happen in my next life? I just wanted to bring Que 'er out to take a look. Didn't you always say that the scenery at the foot of the mountain was incomparably beautiful? You almost tricked me and Que' er there. I don't want to be a petty thief for the rest of my life. I thought that it would be better for me to bring Que 'er along to find a job that wouldn't require me to be beheaded. Even though I've always teased her about her dark skin, she's just like my own little sister. No matter what, I have to help her find a good family to marry into. Besides, Que 'er doesn't like it either. Sigh, she only likes you. Hsu Fengnian, how could she like you? It was fine back then, but now you have so many fairy sisters by your side. How could it be her turn? "
Hsu Fengnian used his embroidered winter horse to gently knock on Young Hawthorn's head. He smiled and said, "You've really grown up. Why don't you go to Beiliang instead of the border and find a stable position as a pawn? At least you can earn some dowry for Que 'er. Being a soldier is better than being a thief. There's no need to be afraid. "
Young Hawthorn lowered his head and bent over to stroke the horse's mane. Old Man Meng was unarmed and unarmed, so he was useless even as a thief. Young Hawthorn was extremely fond of Hsu Fengnian's mount. He sighed and said, "I'd like to, but what about Old Man Meng, Old Man Kong, Cripple Liu, Reed Pole? If I just leave, they'll starve to death in a few years. Old Man Meng, the First Master, is so stubborn. He says that it's not fun being a person at the foot of the mountain, and that he's worse than a dog. He refuses to leave the mountain to do proper work.
Hsu Fengnian murmured, "It's worrying."
In Yu Youwei's arms, Que 'er, who was holding Wu Meiniang, stared blankly at the immortals as they set up a terrifying battle array. Hsu Fengnian, on the other hand, had let the burly uncle, who was carrying a huge sword, fight. She was as worried as Young Hawthorn. She turned her head and looked pitifully at her sister, who was more beautiful than the Taoist fairies on the mountain. She asked worriedly, "Sister Celestial Fish, can you stop Hsu Fengnian from fighting?"
Yu Youwei looked at Hsu Fengnian's arrogant back and tapped Que 'er's nose with her fingertip. She said gently, "He won't listen to me. Your Brother Xu is especially nice to you and Young Hawthorn. Otherwise, he wouldn't be nice to anyone. Little Que 'er, there aren't many little girls in this world who can be carried by him. I'm not as good as you. "
The little girl gasped in surprise. Her little brain really couldn't understand. Sister Celestial Fish was so beautiful, but Hsu Fengnian didn't know how to like her?
Hsu Fengnian saw that the sword array and the formation breaking array were about to affect the whole situation. He squeezed the horse's belly and the horse's hooves softly. He passed Young Hawthorn to Wei Shuyang. Then, he shouted softly to Yu Youwei, "Bring Que 'er to the bottom of the steps. The square will be more bloody and it's not a scene you like. Stay further away from the horse carriage. Wait for me to call for you. "
Yu Youwei and Wei Shuyang brought the two children out of the square on horseback.
A martial artist breaking a formation by himself had to kill people in one go. It was a taboo to be sloppy, as one would often be dragged to death by the formation. It was similar to the principle of capturing the leader first to capture the bandits. Lü Qiantang swept into the square. He was trapped in the eighteen Qinggang Swords of the rotating sword array. He didn't hold back in the First Sword of Crimson Afterglow.
The sword momentum was like a rainbow piercing the sun.
In the eyes of the layman, the sword momentum was only frightening. Unless one was scared out of their wits, the sword momentum was just a good-looking sword momentum. However, the sword moves under the sword momentum could kill. Lü Qiantang's Crimson Afterglow collided with a Qinggang Sword that was meticulously refined by the Qingyang Palace. The Taoist priest in the sword array was sent flying. However, before his body could land on the ground, three swords were pressed against his back. The three swords curved in a beautiful arc and forcibly stabilized the Taoist priest. After the three swords were withdrawn, the Taoist priest's body floated to the ground. His expression was normal.
Lü Qiantang's state of mind was as still as water. Defeating the enemy with one sword was the essence of the heavy sword's overbearing power. However, there were countless swordsmen in the world. How many of them could reach the level of a swordsman on land? Since they had not reached this level of swordsmanship, they should have a tenacious heart of the sword that was not afraid of danger. Lü Qiantang's body followed the sword like a long dragon and directly swept towards a Taoist priest's head. The Taoist priest didn't need to use his sword. He just had to retreat again and again. There were several Taoist priests nearby who came to his rescue. The most wonderful part of the sword array was that every swordsman in the array was integrated into one. The sword in the array was like the cries of phoenixes and cranes. In an instant, three swords burst forth. One sword blocked the Crimson Afterglow, one sword attacked Lü Qiantang's arm that was holding the sword, and the third sword stabbed towards Lü Qiantang's back. Several Taoist priests leaped into the air like red-crowned cranes circling in the air. They pounced towards Lü Qiantang in the middle of the array. It was a beautiful scene.
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