Hsu Fengnian was baffled and did not feel enlightened. He only knew that the two masters were ready to attack. To be precise, Đồng Thái was confident to the point of conceit, allowing Zhao Xuansu to escape from the Six Swords Prohibition. In the carriage, Murong Tonghuang lifted the curtain to watch the battle. Murong Wuzhu was timid and did not dare to look. She shrank in the corner and shivered. Suddenly, she widened her eyes. She saw the yellow pear wood box rise slowly and shake violently. The sword box opened and the Six Exquisite Swords flew out. Đồng Thái waited until the small swords that shared the same fate as him flew into the air. He said softly, "I don't think about the Way of Heaven, but ever since I started practicing, I have never doubted the sword in my hand."
Everyone only saw Đồng Thái, who was unparalleled in the art of killing, smiling as he stretched out his finger and flicked it.
Twelve small swords lined up in a straight line in front of him, as if they were going to draw a gap between heaven and earth.
The heaven and earth changed color and its momentum was not inferior to the surface of the East Sea.
Sixty moments in a flick of the finger and nine hundred deaths in an instant.
This was the essence of the Finger Mystery.
Therefore, Wang Xianzhi once said that in the world, only the white-robed monk Li Dangxin had obtained the essence of the Vajra Realm. Cao Changqing took eight portions of the Celestial Phenomenon Spirit, and Đồng Thái won the first Finger Mystery.
There were four realms in the First Stage, but it did not mean that the level of martial arts attainment was higher or lower. Especially for the saints of the three sects who had the advantage of time, place, and people. Even if they entered the Earth Immortal Realm, they might not be a match for the loose immortals outside the three sects in a battle of life and death. Moreover, the three sects had always valued the Way of Heaven and despised martial arts. Even the supernatural power of Lu Zu's flying sword was regarded as a strange skill that was incompatible with the Way of Heaven. It could be seen that the saints of the three sects did not value martial arts.
Đồng Thái smiled and said, "The sword formation is called the Weapon Release. I originally prepared it for Wang Xianzhi. It is a pity that I used it on you."
Zhao Xuansu squinted and said, "What a great thunder Pool. I dare to cross it and see if Sword God Deng can use the Weapon Release! "
The ancestor of the Dragon Tiger Mountain crossed it.
The sword formation was like a rainbow.
The Out-of-Body Primordial Spirit was instantly shredded into nothingness.
In a flash, Đồng Thái angrily said, "Old dog Zhao, how dare you be so opportunistic!"
Đồng Thái came behind His Royal Highness, grabbed him by the collar and was about to throw Hsu Fengnian back. However, the new God of Swords was alert and quick enough, but he still could not resist a torrent of purple gas pouring down in front of Hsu Fengnian. He could vaguely hear Zhao Xuan's last words on the eve of his death, "Since I can't cut off the fate, I'll use a trick and steal a heavenly secret. I'll pass the calamity of Mount Longhu onto you! "
Purple Qi from the East.
Although the sword formation had destroyed most of it, about twenty to thirty percent of it still flowed into Hsu Fengnian's body.
It was the first time that Đồng Thái showed such an angry expression. The world was silent as he shouted, "Zhao Xuansu, I want your Mansion of Taoist Master to have no descendants!"
The Sanqing Purple Qi was vast and mighty, lingering around Hsu Fengnian's body.
The calamity was imminent.
Đồng Thái was extremely annoyed. He was familiar with many unorthodox methods of Taoism, and this Zhao Xuansu obviously wanted to use his life to kill Hsu Fengnian and destroy his fate. Although Đồng Thái thought that he rarely met a worthy opponent, karma and fate were the most unpredictable things in this world. His karma with Hsu Fengnian was very shallow. In fact, after the death of his consort Wu Su, all that was left was a verbal promise from a young swordsman. He had already paid it back by using his sword twice inside and outside the Eastern Sea Martial Emperor City. In a flash, the purple gas and Hsu Fengnian were very harmonious. No matter how powerful Đồng Thái was, he could not cut off the Qi dynamic. Even if he took a step back, he was willing to bear this calamity, but he was powerless to absorb the fate. This was also the reason why Đồng Thái hated Zhao Xuansu the most. As a Taoist Spiritual Master, he was actually so vicious!
The girl turned around and stared blankly at Hsu Fengnian, whose red date between his eyebrows had turned from purple to black. She smiled, but she was not gloating. Instead, she looked a little sad. Perhaps even Huang Sanjia would be shocked if he saw this unfamiliar emotion.
She tiptoed and reached out to touch His Royal Highness's black glabella.
Even Đồng Thái was stunned, but he did not stop her in the end.
Beiliang was cold and bitter.
That year, it was snowing. A little girl knelt by the roadside and sold her body to bury her mother. She was born at the bottom of the market. Her father was addicted to gambling. They used to be a small family, but after a few years, he lost all his fortune. After his daughter was born, he swore to his wife that he would never gamble again. He even chopped off one of his fingers, but he still could not stop his addiction to gambling. For as long as the child could remember, she saw her father threaten to sell her and threaten her mother to become a prostitute. He drank and scolded the mother and daughter without restraint. That was his greatest achievement. As the child grew up in poverty, her mother's face gradually withered and she earned less money. The girl could never forget those vulgar men who walked out of the leaky thatched house with their waistbands and threw a dozen copper coins to her father. That man bent over to receive the money with a flattering smile. Later, when her mother knew that the man was determined to sell her daughter, she, who was terminally ill, changed into the last set of plain clothes she had. She sent her daughter away to pick some wild vegetables and cooked a pot of rice porridge with arsenic. When the girl returned home, the man who had not called her father father since he was sensible was already cold. The small pot of porridge only had six bowls. He only cared about himself and drank five bowls in one breath. Naturally, he died quickly. The woman who only drank one bowl of porridge hugged her daughter before she died. She bled and cried, unable to speak. The little girl, whose fingers were bleeding from frostbite, washed her mother's face and put her on the straw mat. She didn't look at the man and went to Liangzhou City, kneeling beside the straw mat. This scene was not strange in the winter of Beiliang, so she didn't need to write anything on the charcoal, nor did she need to cry and complain. But who would be willing to do such an unlucky thing that would cost a lot of money for a filthy little girl in thin clothes?
The road was full of beautiful women in mink fur.
No one would take a second look at the little girl who might not be able to survive the harsh winter.
A few ruffians who had taken money from her family passed by and kicked away the straw mat, revealing the body of the little girl's mother. She was lying on her mother's body. They said that her mother was a dirty woman and that they should just throw her body out in the wild. She cried and said that her mother was not dirty at all, so they stepped on the body. The little girl bit one of the ruffians' legs, but she was pulled up by the hair and punched in the stomach. He asked her if she was dirty or not. Every time she said no, every time she shook her head, she was punched. How old was she at that time? How many punches could she take? But the passersby were indifferent and no one cared about this. Many people were bored and watched with great interest.
Later, a luxurious carriage passed by. Probably because he heard the noise, a young man in a luxurious white coat got off the carriage and came to her side. Next to him stood a beautiful woman who covered her nose with her eyes full of disgust. He asked her who was prettier, her mother or the woman next to her. The little girl, whose mouth was bleeding, gave an answer that made the onlookers burst into laughter. The seductive woman who accompanied the young man was embarrassed, and her eyes were full of anger and coldness. The young man, whose absurd reputation had spread all over Beiliang, didn't show any expression. He took a pearl hairpin from the head of the woman next to him. There was a huge pearl hanging at the end of the hairpin. The little girl didn't know that a pearl was worth a thousand gold. She only saw the man squat down and put the hairpin on her mother's head, asking her if it was pretty. The little girl cried and said yes. He patted her head and chuckled, but didn't say anything. He returned to the carriage and left. After that, someone immediately buried her mother.
That winter day, the little girl knelt at the grave and met Huang Longshi.
In these years, other than killing people, her only hobby was collecting hairpins.
This year, outside Xiangfan City, she killed that so-called Eleventh in the World. Whoever wanted that young man to die, she wanted him dead. She didn't care if he was a first-rank master or an immortal on earth. To her, this was the only reason.
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