Yuan Meng's ears were good. Even in the midst of the battle, he could still hear clearly. He laughed and scolded, "Bullsh * t! You can talk to me about this after you've killed ten people! "
The Northern Cold Saber in Hong Shuwen's hand twisted and changed into an inverted scallion thrust, bending his waist to dodge the spear. Borrowing the momentum of the warhorse charging forward, the cold saber slid rapidly along the spear shaft, cutting off the enemy rider's arm with one slash, and then the Phoenix Battalion's famed ruthlessness cut off half of his head.
The horse was still galloping forward, but the man was already dead.
Hong Shuwen, who still had one Beiliang Saber at his waist, said indifferently, "Two."
Wang Chong, who was charging forward on his horse, glanced at the White Horse Protector who had died in front of him and gritted his teeth.
Suddenly, a red cloud floated over their heads and fell outside the Iron Gate.
Before one of the Royal Guards fell to the ground and died, he could vaguely see the Warring States Master riding his flying sword in the distance. He cursed weakly as he closed his eyes, "F * ck your eighteen generations of scholars in the capital. Didn't you all say that the Crown Prince of Beiliang only knew how to bully women?"
— —
Hsu Fengnian had seen the Thunder Pool twice.
Outside the Martial Emperor City, Đồng Thái's Thunder Pool Sword Formation killed the Celestial Being Zhao Xuansu.
The Thunder Pool in the Mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor was destroyed by the Demon Luo Yang with a flick of her sword.
Every success and every defeat.
Hsu Fengnian had his own Thunder Pool with flying swords.
He had once told Xu Beizhi that within a few feet of the Thunder Pool, killing people with flying swords was as easy as pie.
At first, the sickly old monk in black did not pay much attention to the young Heir of Beiliang's talk of revenge. Yang Taisui was a martial artist, and even a Level Two master of martial arts could make Hsu Fengnian suffer, not to mention Yang Taisui. But when the Heir of Beiliang charged over on horseback, his Sword Qi poured out in torrents like a broken dam. He was a little surprised. Over the years, Yang Taisui had stayed away from the disputes in the palace and traveled the Jianghu. With his rich shrewdness and experience, he was able to deduce the inside story that was not too far from the truth with just a few scattered words in the Wulin. However, he had expected Hsu Fengnian, who had the Great Yellow Courtyard that Wang Zhonglou had bestowed upon him, to not have so little inner strength, and his Sword Qi should not be so ferocious.
Yang Taisui gently waved his sleeve again and again.
The twelve flying swords bounced back again and again.
Hsu Fengnian stopped his horse about ten zhang away, his hands pressing down on the Spring Thunder and Spring Autumn. He was quiet, not making a sound, not saying a word.
This was the power of the Wu family's flying swords with a perfect Sword Embryo. Where one's mind was, the tip of the sword would be there. Moreover, these twelve flying swords were the condensation of the Peach Blossom Sword God Đồng Thái's life's work. Even if he had erased the Ruyi Sword Embryo before giving the swords to them, the twelve flying swords themselves had long been smooth and transparent.
"Return to the Sect."
The old monk in black smiled and spat out these two words. One of his hands formed a palm in front of his chest. With a flick of his sleeve, he drew the six flying swords into his sleeve.
His large sleeve billowed like a balloon.
Of the remaining six flying swords, Tai Ah, stabbed towards the space between Yang Taisui's eyebrows.
The old monk raised his hand and slapped, sticking close to Tai Ah. His body seemed to be moving slowly, but this palm forcefully caught four flying swords, including Tai Ah, in the air.
The other two Bamboo Horse and Peach Blossom swords struck the old monk's back one after another. However, the kasaya was like a stone thrown into a lake, waves rippled behind it. The Bamboo Horse and Peach Blossom swords returned without any effect and were caught between the four fingers of Yang Taisui's palm.
The twelve swords were all in the old monk's sleeve and hand.
Yang Taisui looked at the young man sitting still on the horse and said softly, "Your Highness, can you retreat now?"
Hsu Fengnian twitched the corner of his mouth. "It's still early. You're not dead yet. "
He stretched out his hand and flicked his fingers in the air in front of him.
The six swords were still imprisoned by the fingers of the old monk in black, but the six swords in the sleeves had already broken out of the sleeves.
Yang Taisui was surprised and muttered to himself, "Breaking longevity with a knock of the fingers?"
— —
Dao was not monopolized by Taoism. The three sects had always been searching for their own Dao.
And Confucianism was not the same as the Confucianism that Saint Zhang had set down layers of rules and regulations.
If it were not for the fact that he owed a favor that he had to repay, Cao Changqing would have liked to chat with the white-clothed soldier sage about the differences between their Daos.
Cao Changqing had become a Confucian Sage thanks to the ruins of the Western Wall, thanks to the Princess' words that the rise and fall of the people were the suffering of the people, and thanks to the noble spirit of the scholars that remained after the fall of West Chu.
He was very curious about how Chen Zhibao could skip the Celestial Phenomenon and become an Earth Immortal.
In fact, with Chen Zhibao's extraordinary talent, he had followed the martial arts realm step by step into the Celestial Phenomenon realm, and then became an Earth Immortal with the identity of a Confucian Sage. Such a Confucian Sage who had the saints of the three sects and the martial arts path, he was afraid that he could only admit defeat.
The current Chen Zhibao was in a very mysterious and unprecedented state. He was neither a fake Earth Immortal, nor was he a transcendent Earth Immortal like Wang Xianzhi.
What a pity.
How good would it be to wait for another ten years.
However, there was one thing that he could be sure of. Chen Zhibao's quiet entry into the Sage realm had a lot to do with the death of the Dragon Tree Holy Monk of the Two Zen Temples.
After a long sigh, Cao Changqing stretched out his hand and grabbed.
He replaced Xu Weixiong to say the word "imperial" that he did not have time to say.
A purple Heavenly Thunder was forcefully grabbed down from the Nine Heavens.
The reason why Cao Changqing was known as the top of the Celestial Phenomenon realm was naturally because of his great talent.
Previously, after Chen Zhibao faced Cao Changqing, he gently dismounted and patted the warhorse to let it run away.
He looked up at the thunder falling.
Suddenly, he stabbed the dark purple plum wine into the ground.
Cao Changqing smiled slightly and said the word "imperial" again, this time with his palm facing down.
Law Phenomenon!
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