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Chapter 1640

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Chai Qingshan suddenly reached out and grabbed Shan Yiyi and Song Tinglu. He said in a deep voice, "Aside from winning reputation, you can also use the opportunity to practice martial arts. The key is whether you can calm down and comprehend the Heavenly Dao. It's not without reason that Martial Emperor City was so lively back then. Xuanyuan Qingfeng set up a father-son game and a grandfather-grandson game on the snowfield. Why were there so many people watching? It's actually very simple. There are opportunities in it. Next, if Cao Dengluo and the other two fight, you must open your eyes wide to see the essence of it. It will be very beneficial for your martial arts cultivation in the future. Among them, Đồng Thái's fight is the most important. After all, this Peach Blossom Sword God … is very likely to use his sword today. Whatever Master knows, he will definitely teach you. You will definitely be able to learn it. It's just a matter of time. However, to witness Deng Taia's sword with your own eyes, this might be the only time in your lives. "

The girl seemed to not care about her future at all. She asked with a heartless smile, "Master, he will definitely win, right?"

Chai Qingshan subconsciously looked at the cloudless sky and murmured, "God knows."

Song Tinglu began to count in his heart. Han Shengxuan, Wang Xianzhi, Sui Xiegu, Qi Jiajie, Cao Changqing, Đồng Thái. He knew of these fights, but Hsu Fengnian either won or tied. He actually didn't lose a single fight?

The young man couldn't help but feel a little indignant. One had to know that the swordsman with a wooden sword whom he admired didn't seem to have won a single fight in Great Peace City.

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The first ancestor of Longhu Mountain was drawing talismans smoothly. Even if this immortal deliberately slowed down to increase the thickness of the talisman, the young king still showed no signs of stopping him.

The closer it was to the end of the fight, the more the odds of victory favored Longhu Mountain. The old Daoist with the lotus crown looked more and more solemn, and he even couldn't suppress his fear.

Not to mention the old Daoist who had achieved the status of an immortal after several generations of good deeds, even before he ascended, he had been guarding the old Liyang Dynasty for thirty years as the Immortal Protector. He had never experienced such a strange feeling.

The Daoists cultivated tranquility. The secular world thought that the so-called tranquility of the heart was like a pool of stagnant water. In fact, that was not the case. When the heart rippled, the state of mind would still have tranquility amidst the movement. That was true tranquility. This was somewhat similar to the movement of the Buddhist Heart Banner, but it was also different.

An immortal's dao heart was stable without impurities. If an immortal's body was stained with impurities, it might not cause the dao heart to shake. However, if there were cracks in the latter, it would definitely affect the true impurities.

Therefore, the lotus crowned old Daoist knew that he had to follow his heart. Immortals followed their hearts and followed the will of Heaven.

The old Daoist was no longer rigid like the fish swimming under the bridge that the Daoist Saint Lao Zhuang had mentioned. As an immortal in heaven who had already jumped over the dragon gate, he wanted to jump out of the water to take a look and take the initiative to merge with the Heavenly Dao.

Then, the old immortal tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and leaped into the air.

As the lotus crowned old Daoist rose into the air, a young lord rose with him. The cold knife in his hand was still in the boring horizontal knife style.

When his body was almost at the same level as the beam of the Tongtian Platform, the old Daoist waved his sleeve and stretched out his jade-white palm. His palm faced up and then suddenly pressed down. He laughed loudly and said, "Where the Dharma Seal shines, it shines brightly! All evils retreat! "

Not only did the young lord in front of the old Daoist disappear, but hundreds of young lords in the square also disappeared in an instant. They were like ghosts in the night who suddenly encountered the sun in the sky.

The old Daoist looked around and did not see any Hsu Fengnian!

The lotus crowned immortal shouted softly and raised his hands up.

The Daoist is one foot tall and the devil is ten feet tall.

Hsu Fengnian came to the top of the immortal's head. He held the knife in his left hand and chopped down.

At this moment, the old Daoist sneered, "How can such a small trick deceive the heaven's heart!"

The old Daoist's hands did not move, but at the same time, the old Daoist also transformed into four immortals in front, back, left, and right. Four Dharma Forms, each formed a lotus golden body. He stretched out his palm and a lotus bloomed in his palm. His two fingers were together like a sword and pointed to the sky. His five fingers opened and then clenched, and a light beam went straight to the sky. It was like holding a long spear that penetrated the heaven and earth.

But the five "Hsu Fengnian" flashed and disappeared in an instant.

The old Daoist who seemed to have three heads and six arms frowned and looked around blankly. His eyes were like torches, shining with purple gold.

"Finally here."

The founder of the first generation who drew the talisman on the Yulei Sword sneered. His finger on the tip of the sword gently knocked, his body slightly leaned forward, and gently breathed on the tip of the sword. "Seal!"

It was a simple word, but it was like a big bell that rang in the sky of the Imperial Astronomer.

Words were the law of heaven.

One word could decide one's life and death.

The talisman sword did not move, but a three-foot golden light swept out from the sword.

The golden light swirled and lingered around the immortal holding the sword. Wherever the golden light went, talismans appeared out of thin air, like the spring couplets that a devout child pasted on the door.

The earth cracked, the rain stopped, the grass and trees turned to ashes, the birds fell to the ground, and the dragons and tigers were subdued.

Between the immortal holding the sword on the ground and the Daoist with the lotus crown in the sky, talismans hung.

From the latter to the former, intermittent pages of talismans exploded one after another. Golden light sputtered, and occasionally drops fell to the ground. The square that was as hard as iron suddenly shot out stones.

The Daoist with the lotus crown who turned to look down suddenly narrowed his eyes and laughed, "Evil creature, still not showing yourself?!"

At the same time, the immortal holding the sword casually flicked the tip of the sword in the air, and turned to the Heavenly Platform and shouted, "What are you waiting for?!"

The Confucian scholar Xie Guanying, who had been watching the fire from the other side of the river, was originally paying attention to the movements in the palace hall. It seemed that he did not see the result he wanted, but it was also within his expectations. There was a faint coldness on his face. After hearing the two immortals' calls, he no longer hesitated and suddenly shook his shoulders and raised his sleeves. "The world's cool breeze, wrapped in two sleeves! The great rivers and mountains, carried on one shoulder! Eight seals, rise! "

In the sky of the Imperial Astronomer, eight different sized imperial jade seals suddenly appeared.

The first ancestor of Mount Longhu grabbed the hilt of the Yulei sword with both hands and pulled it back.

The Daoist with the lotus crown raised his hands as if he was lifting something heavy, and lifted it up toward his left shoulder.

A long golden rope as thick as a spear shaft appeared in the hands of the two immortals.

The immortals sat in the clouds, fishing for the fate of the mortal world. If the fishing line that was tens of thousands of feet long was twisted into a rope, it would be the golden rope in the hands of the two immortals.

This rope went straight through one of Hsu Fengnian's shoulders!

It nailed the young lord in the air, unable to move at all.

Blood soaked the long rope.

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