Hsu Fengnian's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He didn't care who she was. So what if she was Princess Jing An? Even if a concubine from the palace was in his way, Hsu Fengnian would kill her without hesitation when it was time to kill. In this world, there was a distinction between the noble and the lowly, but whose life was more valuable than his own? Just as Hsu Fengnian was thinking about how to give Pei Nanwei a quick death and make Zhao Heng unhappy, a man and a woman walked over from the small path. They were both very young and appeared particularly high-spirited at this moment. The young man carried a bamboo pole on his shoulder. Ten steps behind him was a delicate and pretty woman with a sword on her back. Her eyes were closed and she appeared cold and cheerless.
The first to appear was not the eleventh?
The swordless young man didn't look at Hsu Fengnian. He smiled and looked at the carriage. In a clear voice, he said, "Old Sword God Li, the junior of the Wu family, Wu Liuding, has come today with the Su Of Gojoseon Sword. I only ask for a battle!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the reeds on both sides of the sword crown danced wildly even though there was no wind. It made this future swordsman look like an immortal.
Formless Sword Qi instantly filled the air.
Pei Nanwei's body was unsteady. Hsu Fengnian pulled out Xiudong with one hand to support her. He raised his other hand and placed an extraordinarily handsome green and white spear falcon on his arm. He turned around and said to Wei Shuyang and the others, "Follow the spear falcon into the reeds and delay the Fu General Hong Jia."
Hsu Fengnian raised his arm and the spear falcon once again charged into the clouds. Seeing Hsu Fengnian's gaze, Jiudou Mi Taoist Wei Shuyang nodded quietly and took the lead into the reeds. Other than the two major sects of Inner and Outer Alchemy, there were many other sects with their own supernatural powers. Among them, there were the Fu Yao Sect's necromancers who could exorcise ghosts and summon gods. There were also warlocks who were proficient in Qimen Dunjia. This formation was not set up by the military, but by human power and the right time. It could be said that it could turn something rotten into something magical. It was rumored that the top warlocks could make soldiers out of beans. Most of the Taoist priests in the imperial palace's Imperial Observatory were proficient in observing images, observing Qi, and exploring the veins of the earth. They were known as fortune-tellers who studied the geography.
Wei Shuyang's martial cultivation was not outstanding. Otherwise, he would not have been struck down by the white-haired Old Man outside the Tide-listening Pavilion. However, Wei Shuyang was a warlock who was proficient in setting up formations. No matter how ferocious the red armor was, it was still a Taoist divine weapon. Wei Shuyang's Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Peach Wood Sword Formation had a miraculous effect. Moreover, Hsu Fengnian had spent the past few days studying the cloud patterns on the water armor. He had gained quite a bit of insight. Naturally, those peach wood swords that contained the power of Taoism to slay demons could be targeted. Furthermore, the Taoist ancestors had clearly stated that reed ropes made of reeds could be used to ward off evil spirits. Since ancient times, the Way of Jiudou Mi had a spell to hang reed ropes to ward off evil spirits. Moreover, Shu Xiu was originally from the Southern Border's Witch Sect. After the battle on the small path in the rain that day, His Royal Highness had asked Yang Qingfeng to make early preparations.
Zhao Heng, since you were able to invite the Sword Crown Prince Wu Liuding to take the lead, this Shizi will use Grandfather Wei and the others, who have an innate advantage, to break the red armor that lacks water of the five elements.
Hsu Fengnian patted Princess Pei's slender waist with his embroidered dagger and said softly, "Wangfei, if you don't want to die, then retreat with me."
Pei Nanwei did not make a sound. She could not bear to look at the broken limbs on the ground. She followed Hsu Fengnian away from the man and woman who had brazenly challenged them. She naturally knew that this vicious and merciless wanderer had a world-shaking old sword god protecting him. Since these people dared to compete with swords, they had the right to appear in the reed marsh today. Presumably, they were not some nobody. When she saw Hsu Fengnian retreat, he was still facing the man and woman, unwilling to turn over his back. She laughed coldly in her heart. Was this guy really Xu Xiao's son? So cowardly and afraid of trouble! At this time, Hsu Fengnian slowly retreated and coincidentally met Princess Pei. Seeing her mocking and disgusted expression, he guessed her undisguised thoughts. He smiled and said, "What, do you think I'm afraid of death? Wangfei, if you really are not afraid of death, why would you be willing to follow me? You could have stayed where you were and let the sword energy cut you to pieces. Ha, this death is really ugly. It doesn't match the noble status of Wangfei. "
A lazy voice came from the carriage, "Little Xu, this Old Man needs to borrow a sword again today."
Hsu Fengnian unhappily shouted, "Borrow it, borrow it. This Shizi can't wait to borrow a hundred or a thousand swords from you."
Pei Nanwei's face was stunned. This bastard was still the Shizi of Beiliang. He really did not have any heroic spirit. Did he not even know how to act calm and pretend to be a great general?
Hsu Fengnian did not pay attention to Princess Pei. He looked at the woman with the sword behind Wu Liuding. The Su Of Gojoseon Sword? Good, that was the second most famous sword in the world. According to Aunt Zhao Yutai, the Su Of Gojoseon was the name of this generation's Jianzhong Family Head and the name of his sword. How did it end up in that woman's hands? Wu Liuding defeated the Wu Family Sword Master? That shouldn't be. One had to know that his master, Li Yishan, who lived in seclusion on the top floor of the Tide-listening Pavilion, was one of the judges of the previous generation's Civil, Military, and General Evaluations. He had also mentioned some secrets. There was an unwritten rule in the Civil, Military, and General Evaluations. The experts from the Two Zen Temples of Mount Longhu and the Wu Family Sword Tomb would not be considered for the rankings. Half of it was out of respect, and the other half was out of concern. These old immortals and old monsters had unpredictable temperaments. For example, Qi Xuanzhen, who was the world's number one expert in Taoism and swordsmanship, who had defeated all demons in the world with a single sword strike, would not be considered for the rankings. Who would dare go against him?
But since Wu Liuding had left the Wu Family Sword Tomb with the identity of a Sword Crown, if he had only come out after defeating the Su Of Gojoseon, he should be able to enter the top ten experts. Could it be that the one who had defeated the Su Of Gojoseon was not Wu Liuding, but that female sword attendant?!
Hsu Fengnian looked at the woman.
Unexpectedly, as if she had sensed something, she immediately opened her eyes and looked over.
Hsu Fengnian's heart skipped a beat, but he still smiled.
However, the woman closed her eyes again, as if she had seen through Hsu Fengnian's capabilities and was disdainful of him.
Hsu Fengnian did not take it to heart. He threw a look at Blue Bird who was holding a good sword, indicating that she should lend the sword to the old God of Swords.
Although the sword in Blue Bird's hand could also cut through hair, it was still slightly inferior to the Crimson Afterglow in Lü Qiantang's hand, not to mention the Great Liang Dragonfinch in the red sandalwood sword case. Initially, Hsu Fengnian was still somewhat worried, but when Blue Bird tossed the sword into the air, Old Man Li's figure rushed out of the carriage, laughing loudly as he held the sword hilt and flew towards Wu Liuding. Hsu Fengnian immediately calmed down. The old God of Swords was ranked eighth in the world. Was the eighth ranking really that low? There were millions of swordsmen in the world who wielded swords. Were there not only this old man wearing a sheepskin fur coat and that Đồng Thái standing above millions of people?! Who would dare to say that Li Chungang would stop at the eighth place after truly returning to the peak?
Only then did the old God of Swords soar into the air like a dragon.
A farmer shuttled out from the reeds and said inconspicuously, "Crown Prince, may I borrow your head?"
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