Seeing that the body of the Elder Ancestor of Dragon Tiger Mountain, which had returned to its original state, was split open by Xu Fengnian's saber, Shu Xiong, who was lying on the ground, had a gleeful and ferocious look in his eyes. In the past, when he was living under someone else's roof in the Northern Liang Mansion, he had done a lot of dirty business involving human lives. There were also several dangerous situations where his life was hanging by a thread, but it had never been as futile as today. Facing Zhao Xuansu, who had been showing the appearance of a child all the way to Martial Emperor City, he could not even touch half an inch of his sleeve before he was suffocated by Zhao Xuansu's majestic Qi, bleeding from his seven orifices.
Seeing His Royal Highness succeed in one strike with the help of Đồng Thái's Divine Sword Skill, she felt so comfortable that she could not wait to marry this young Crown Prince on the spot. She was well aware that if Hsu Fengnian had not spoken, her and Yang Qingfeng's Qi would have exploded together with their flesh and blood. Shu Xiu could not be as open-minded as Lü Qiantang, who had died in the Common Reed Marsh. She had just escaped from the gloomy prison in Beiliang and even had the chance to replace Pei Nanwei as the fake Princess of Jing 'an Palace. How could she be willing to die here? Shu Xiu silently recited the heart sutras and smoothed her Qi. Her whole body was in so much pain that it penetrated her heart. Inevitably, her beautiful and charming face was distorted.
However, as soon as one wave subsided, another wave arose. Before Shu Xiu could criticize Zhao Xuansu's unsightly death, she saw the six flying swords of the Peach Blossom Sword Deity buzzing like cicadas. The Out-of-Body Primordial Spirit, which had failed to reach the Gate of Heaven, was still condensed and did not disperse after losing its physical body. Instead, it seemed to have been freed from its shackles and was floating in the air. Dressed in a yellow and purple Taoist robe with wide sleeves, it looked like a celestial being with a celestial demeanor.
Shu Xiu looked up in a daze at the rootless primordial spirit that seemed to be free and unfettered in heaven and earth. An overwhelming sense of fear surged over her. Shu Xiu turned her head with difficulty and looked at Đồng Thái standing in the distance. The truth of the twelve flying swords that came out of the box in two batches had already been revealed. Black Armor, Childhood Sweetheart, Morning Dew, Spring Water, Peach Blossom, Moth Eyebrows, Vermillion Bird, Huang Tong, Wei Yu, and Tai Ah. Clearly, in Shu Xiu's opinion, the one who could fight against the Great Zhenren of Longhu Mountain, Zhao Xuansu, was not the overly young His Royal Highness. It could only be this renowned new Peach Blossom Sword God. After Shu Xiu caught her breath, she immediately struggled to get up. Without caring about her bearing, she stuck out her perky buttocks, bent over, and staggered backwards. Yang Qingfeng, on the other hand, was not afraid of death. She sat cross-legged where she was and quietly adjusted her breathing.
Hsu Fengnian held his blade and slowly retreated. He squinted his eyes and looked at Zhao Xuansu who was similar to the middle-aged Taoist at the peak of Kuang Lu Mountain. He sneered, "A centipede dies but does not fall down. Each one of the old Taoists is more greedy than the other."
Zhao Xuansu, who was not allowed to enter the Heavenly Gate, turned around and looked at the golden light spilling over the surface of the sea. His expression was complicated. The six short swords were still inserted in the six major acupoints. They were like gangrene attached to the bones. When the flying swords entered the Primordial Spirit, a sizzling sound was heard as if hot water was poured over ice and snow. However, Zhao Xuansu did not feel it at all. The flying swords that Đồng Thái carried with him were naturally not ordinary weapons. Otherwise, they would not be able to hurt the Yuanying of a Zhenren who was on an astral journey. Although the swords were small, the heroic spirit contained in the swords was bottomless. The people of the world thought that slaying demons and demons was a trick that Taoism deliberately mystified. In fact, this was not the case. Therefore, when the martial artists of Jianghu reached the state of perfection, it was also within the law and principle that they used celestial beings to test their swords. Đồng Thái always had an indifferent and gentle appearance. He did not have the consciousness of confronting a Land Immortal at all. He smiled and asked, "Đồng Thái has never been to Mount Longhu before. I don't know if these six swords are too light or too heavy a gift for you. I feel very uneasy."
Although they were in a dangerous situation, Hsu Fengnian could not help but laugh. This Đồng Thái was indeed a strange and wonderful person. First, he called Zhao Xuansu an old dog. Now, he was pretending to be polite. However, there was no respect in his words. It was really a slap in the face. Hsu Fengnian then sighed with emotion. If Đồng Thái did not have this Sword Manipulation Mystery, how could he be so calm? Weren't people like Shu Xiu and Yang Qingfeng suppressed by Zhao Xuansu before they could even say a word? Not to mention Long Yuxuan, whose life was full of misfortunes. After being a father for a few days, he was turned into powder by his son who turned against him. This Mount Longhu was indeed very different from Mount Wudang. The old chief, Wang Zhonglou, did not have the slightest arrogance of a Taoist leader. The few times they met, he was kind and amiable. It was not only because he was the heir of Beiliang. In such a large Taoist ancestral court, only Zhao Xituan could be considered a good person. No wonder this sloppy old Taoist was depressed. It was because Prime Ministers like Zhao Danping had stolen the high position and were like the sun in the sky. Thinking of this, Xu Fengnian glanced at the assassin in front of him. The young lady chuckled. For the sake of a thousand taels of gold, was this young lady of mysterious origins really willing to be so greedy that she wouldn't come out? She did not even care about her own life? First, it was the eleventh in the world, Wang Mingyin. Now, it was the Great Spiritual Master, Zhao Xuansu. What was she planning? Was she going to kill or save? Jia Jiajia? The three characters of the name were all homophonic. Hsu Fengnian had once sent a secret letter to Xu Xiao, asking if she had planted a death warrior by his side. This was a major matter that involved Hsu Fengnian's life and death. Xu Xiao had personally written a letter stating that this girl was not the number one death warrior in the palace. As a result, Hsu Fengnian was even more confused. What was in this girl's little head? Who would believe that she was purely a little money-grubber?
As for the fact that he did not disperse Zhao Xuansu's spirit with one strike, Hsu Fengnian was definitely disappointed. However, he was not surprised. The methods of Celestials were originally mysterious and unpredictable. The two on the surface of the East Sea had moved mountains and drained seas to open the Gate of Heaven. Each of them had displayed their magical powers. How shocking! Although Zhao Xuansu was definitely inferior to Wang Xianzhi and Li Chungang in terms of martial arts, it would be too degrading to say that she was killed by His Royal Highness with one strike. After all, he was an old Taoist who had cultivated for a few lifetimes on Mount Longhu.
Zhao Xuansu knew the Jianghu without going out, and knew the world without going down the mountain. Untainted by the mortal world, he gently flicked his sleeves and flicked the two flying swords named Moth-Mei and Vermilion Bird out of the two major acupoints. The flying swords were not broken. After being forced out, they flew around the old Taoist. Zhao Xuansu ignored them and laughed softly, "I heard that Đồng Thái's swordsmanship is two realms higher than his peers. It's close to Lu Zu's Sword Art. Today, I was fortunate enough to experience it personally. However, it's impolite not to reciprocate. I also have some insignificant skills that I would like to learn from Sword God Deng. "
Đồng Thái asked, "Old Taoist Master, since you have no hope of becoming an immortal in this life and your body has been destroyed, why don't you go with the flow and find a good family to reincarnate while your Vital Spirit is still gathered?"
As he spoke, Zhao Xuansu flicked his sleeves again and forced the golden strands of the sword out of his acupoint. He stroked his beard and said, "When I was young, I swore that I would not attain the Great Way and seek a place in the Heavenly Court. If I die, so be it. I don't care about the nine kinds of corpses of Taoism."
Đồng Thái was also in a leisurely mood. He did not beat a drowning dog like the common people. Instead, he asked calmly, "Taoism's prophecy is said to be able to predict good and bad luck. It can predict the wind and rain of the next five hundred years. Can't it predict one's own life?"
Hsu Fengnian watched as the old Taoist flicked his sleeves for the third time and sent the two flying swords into the air. Only the small Tai-Ah sword was left. Zhao Xuansu shook his head and said in a low voice, "The Heavenly Way is like a carriage. It moves as fast as lightning. There are moths circling leisurely in it. Why doesn't this moth hit the wall of the carriage?"
Đồng Thái said with a face full of emotions, "How can one be free in the Heavenly Way? If one can't step out of Kunlun, one can't live for more than a hundred years. "
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