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Chapter 2003

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After Hsu Fengnian and Tuoba Bodhisattva disappeared, Deng Mao felt a little embarrassed. After all, the three people in front of him — Đồng Thái, Luo Yang, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng — were Wu Dao grandmasters who were deeply involved in the Beimang army. Any one of them was enough to make him suffer, especially the Peach Blossom Sword God who had shown his talent in this battle. Deng Mao probably had to suffer more than one jar. Deng Mao was never known for his talent in martial arts. Instead, he was more like a diligent old farmer. Every time he plowed a piece of land, his harvest was earned through hard work. Of course, Deng Mao's so-called ordinary foundation was only compared to those "young people" who had shown extraordinary talent in Jianghu. For example, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, the owner of the Moonless Tower in the Great Snow Plateau, who had occupied three of the Thirteen Chiefs of Auspicious Talisman, was now known as the Twin Jade Annals of Jianghu along with the young vassal king. She was so talented and blessed that she was almost not inferior to Hsu Fengnian, who was already standing at the top of the world.

When Hsu Fengnian asked the Peach Blossom Sword God to escort the two women out of the battlefield, Luo Yang was worried, but she did not look reluctant. She was ready to leave with Đồng Thái because she knew very well that with the cultivation of Hsu Fengnian and Tuoba Bodhisattva, only Đồng Thái and Huyan Daguan among the millions of martial artists in the world could intervene. Other than them, it was no different from a fool's dream if anyone wanted to help or take advantage of the situation. It could even be said that it was useless to say that even the immortals on Earth would be useless. If Luo Yang really wanted to help Hsu Fengnian, she would leave as far as possible. Otherwise, she would only become a weakness that Tuoba Bodhisattva could use against Hsu Fengnian.

Only Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked past the dignified Deng Mao and stared at the Beimang Banner. She was ready to make a move, as if she did not care whether she would be affected by the battle at the peak of the Beimang army.

In this woman's heart, liking someone was very important, but whether the person she liked liked her or not was not important.

In her eyes, there was probably never just a single person's back. In her eyes, there was the heavy snow on the snowfield, the ebb and flow of the Jianghu, the bright moon above the sea, and many people, many things, and many sights.

Deng Mao was able to achieve what he had today because of his tenacity. Therefore, this Beimang Grandmaster, who was almost at death's door, was fearless even if he had to fight against three people alone. His battle intent surged, and he advanced instead of retreating. Deng Mao held the broken spear tightly, his clothes fluttering. He faced the purple-robed man of the Central Plains and asked in a deep voice, "Are you Xuanyuan Qingfeng of the Great Snow Plains?"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng retracted his gaze and sneered, "Could it be your long-lost mother?"

Deng Mao, who had already disregarded life and death, was stunned and speechless for a moment. Clearly, he didn't expect that Xuanyuan Qingfeng, a grandmaster of the jianghu, would say such unbearable words.

Not far away, Luo Yang shook her head slightly and clicked her tongue. "She really needs to change her temper. It's too unlikable."

For some reason, Luo Yang had always held a subtle admiration for this arrogant and despotic chief of the Liyang Wulin Alliance.

Hearing this, the Peach Blossom Sword God smiled and teased, which was rare of him. "The Central Plains, on the other hand, are fond of this. Nowadays, masters roam the Jianghu, hiding and hiding. It's very undesirable."

Luo Yang couldn't help but laugh. She remembered something and asked in a low voice, "Why did the Heavenly Way that fell to the mortal world … disappear on its own? Was it because you cut it off? "

Đồng Thái shook his head and said, "In fact, my sword didn't hit the light beam just now. As for why it suddenly disappeared, I'm not sure if it was to avoid my Tai-Ah Sword's edge, or if it was to hide something and have a backup plan."

Luo Yang looked up at the sky and said angrily, "It's so annoying! It's like a ghost that won't go away!"

Đồng Thái agreed. He turned his head and looked at the top of North Barricade City. He said to Xuanyuan Qingfeng solemnly, "The Beimang army is about to reach the city. You two better go back to support them so that Hsu Fengnian won't be distracted. As for me, I have to go to the sky and take a look. "

Xuanyuan Qingfeng said expressionlessly, "Since we're already here, there's no reason to turn around and leave! You don't have to worry about me. I, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, am in charge of my own life! "

Đồng Thái smiled and dismissed it. Then, he chanted the word "rise" and stepped on the Tai-Ah Sword. He rose into the sky and broke through the clouds. One man and one sword disappeared into the golden sea of clouds above everyone's heads.

If Hsu Fengnian's enemy was the invincible Tuoba Bodhisattva and was no longer suitable for Đồng Thái to interfere, then the only person who could be considered a mortal enemy by the Peach Blossom Sword God would be in the sky.

Luo Yang said hello to the back of Mount Huishan Zi Yi. Then, she smiled and said, "Xuanyuan Qingfeng, I'll give you my Deer Chasing Mountain as your dowry. Anyway … I don't think you'll be able to get married in this lifetime."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't turn around, but his shoulders were obviously stiff.

Luo Yang in white flew up and left with a laugh, returning to North Barricade City.

It wasn't that the Beimang army was scared out of their wits and could only allow the former number one demonic cultivator of Beimang to come and go as she pleased. It was because the battlefield behind Luo Yang was already in chaos. Countless Beimang soldiers were frantically fleeing, and no one could pay attention to her movements.

It turned out that back then, the Northern Mang War God was kicked out by the new King Liang. Even though his tall and sturdy figure didn't fall to the ground, he still slid several dozen zhang away. The hundred or so armored Northern Mang cavalry on that path were instantly sent flying to the sides by Tuoba Bodhisattva's retreating body. Both men and horses were sent flying into the air, causing many innocent cavalry soldiers to fall off their horses as well.

Hsu Fengnian didn't follow up with another attack. After landing on the ground, he put his saber back into its sheath.

After the dust settled, Tuoba Bodhisattva stood where he was. Although he had been knocked back by Hsu Fengnian, he didn't look embarrassed at all. This Beimang War God, who had always been crowned as the King of the Grassland, had arms like an ape. Strands of golden Qi that were almost condensing into solid objects circled around his body. Especially under the light of the rising sun, they shone brightly, as if he was a War God from the heavens. His aura was majestic and unparalleled.

He could destroy mountains and shake cities, and thousands of soldiers would flee!

The tens of thousands of Beimang soldiers at the center of the battlefield were first shocked when they saw this scene. Then, they drew their sabers and roared at the same time.

Tuoba Bodhisattva closed his eyes and raised his chin slightly. His entire body was bathed in the sunlight, as if he was intoxicated by the vitality of the world.

Hsu Fengnian took a deep breath. His sleeves fluttered and were instantly filled with the Great Spirit.

He took a step forward with his left foot. There was a loud bang under his foot. Cracks appeared and spread in all directions, forming a huge spider web.

The next moment, Hsu Fengnian's figure appeared in front of Tuoba Bodhisattva. He jumped up high and stretched out his right fist in a big arc, quickly smashing towards Tuoba Bodhisattva's forehead.

For some reason, Tuoba Bodhisattva didn't move at all. He maintained his original posture and didn't move at all.

Hsu Fengnian's fist smashed down and directly smashed Tuoba Bodhisattva's body. In an instant, he disappeared from everyone's sight.

Hsu Fengnian stood at the edge of the big pit. He looked down and frowned.

Tuoba Bodhisattva stood at the bottom of the pit and slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Hsu Fengnian, who had just punched with the power of thunder. Tuoba Bodhisattva's mouth twitched, full of sarcasm and disdain. At the same time, he seemed to be asking why the young king was so "polite" and why he didn't use the more lethal two-sleeved green snake at the beginning.

This kind of attack didn't hurt at all. Was it because Hsu Fengnian had become too weak, or was it because I, Tuoba Bodhisattva, had become too strong?

Hsu Fengnian's brows relaxed. He gently twisted his wrist and then suddenly clenched his fists.

This time, Xu Fengnian disappeared in a flash. Probably because his speed was too fast, the place where he originally stood exploded into a cloud of mist.

Hsu Fengnian, who was wearing a purple-gold embroidered robe, rushed forward. Wherever his body passed, a long black rainbow stretched out.

No one on the battlefield clearly saw how the young king attacked. They could only vaguely see that Tuoba Bodhisattva, who was covered in golden light, was hit by the black rainbow. His whole body flew backward again and again. The black rainbow followed like a shadow. It was as if Tuoba Bodhisattva, who was shrouded in golden dragons, was hit again and again.

In this straight line, more than a hundred Beimang cavalrymen who couldn't dodge in time were torn into pieces on the spot. If they were hit directly, they would be smashed into pieces.

Every time the two grandmasters collided, the violent sound caused by the collision came late and seemed to be extremely delayed.

Every punch landed squarely on the body. There were no flashy moves, nor were there any magnificent and shocking ultimate techniques.

On the contrary, it was like a rude and unreasonable fight between villagers. They went back and forth, and it was very straightforward.

However, it was purely because the two sides were Hsu Fengnian and Tuoba Bodhisattva. It was a Vajra Realm against a Vajra Realm!

With Hsu Fengnian's current Qi dynamic and physique, he could fly and fly at the speed of his sword. However, every time he rushed forward to kill Tuoba Bodhisattva, he would take a step that seemed cumbersome but was actually very mysterious. This was not the Daoist magic of shrinking the ground into an inch, but it was taken from the Grand Peace City's gatekeeper, Master Liu Haoshi. At that time, Master Liu Haoshi used this move to enter the city from ten miles away. The starting distance was an inch that an ordinary child could cross in one step. The last step was as long as a thousand feet. The key was that during this period, he could continuously accumulate his power. It was similar to the stacking and stopping that White Fox's face used to scare Tuoba Bodhisattva away. White Fox's face once said that twelve stops could kill a Celestial State. Below sixteen stops, the Celestial's physique was like a piece of white paper. After eighteen stops, there would be no land immortals in front of him. Compared to Gu Jiantang, who climbed the Wudang Mountain to challenge the Buddhist Vajra Li Dangxin, White Fox's face once said that twelve stops could kill a Celestial State. Below sixteen stops, the Celestial's physique was like a piece of white paper. After eighteen stops, there would be no land immortals in front of him. Compared to Gu Jiantang who climbed Wudang Mountain to challenge the Buddhist Vajra Li Dangxin of Buddhism, Vajra Li Dangxin.

The battle between masters was fought at the millimeter. Therefore, this step that seemed to slow down the speed was the essence of Hsu Fengnian's real advantage.

As for the Four Great Grandmasters of Wushu Evaluation, Hsu Fengnian was beating Tuoba Bodhisattva from the beginning to the end. Tuoba Bodhisattva could only parry and did not have the strength to fight back.

When the high and mighty immortals fought, the ant-like mortals could not hope to sit on a bench and watch the show, not to mention clapping and cheering on the ground or pointing out the world with relish.

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