Luo Yang, who took out a spiritual object from the mausoleum of the Emperor Qin, did not stop him once during the thirty miles journey. Instead, she directly landed thirty miles away from the Qingdu River. She wanted to kill him in one shot, which showed her arrogance as the Number One Demon of Beimang. Mad Monk swayed and ran all the way. Occasionally, there were a few passersby who heard the useless song. When they looked up, they were already a few miles away. Luo Yang stood proudly with the long-bearded ichthyosaur circling around her leisurely. When the Dragon Wall flipped, she was stabbed in the heart by the bastard who thought he had succeeded and fell into the river channel. Little did he know that Luo Yang returned to the mausoleum that had not seen the light of day for eight hundred years. Previously, Hsu Fengnian only saw the first floor of the mausoleum and already felt that it was magnificent. Who knew that Luo Yang skillfully opened the mechanism and went down. There were countless talismans on the ground, which were the best work of the ancient necromancers. Even the current Qi-cultivator gurus would sigh in admiration when they saw it. The two ichthyosaurs circled around a coffin for nearly a thousand years. After Luo Yang left the mausoleum of the Emperor Qin under the Yellow River, she secretly went to the Arctic Tundra. She just happened to catch the big fish of the North Sea transforming from the Kun to the Peng. Tuoba waited for dozens of years, but she still ruined half of the good thing.
Tuoba once told the Empress in secret that when he took the weapon, it would be the day when hundreds of thousands of soldiers of Tuoba's personal army marched south. As a result, not to mention Tuoba Bodhisattva was enraged, even the Empress, the Son of Heaven, who originally had high regard for Luoyang, was enraged. For the spider web in Li Mixi's hand, not to mention a hundred catchers and thirty butterflies were dispatched. Other than a section of willow, all the other six lifting poles and double cocoons were dispatched in full force. Li Mixi personally arranged all the details of the hunt and kill. Beheading Luoyang was a must. Unfortunately, back then, Luoyang had slaughtered his way to Northern Mang's capital. That time, he had even slaughtered his way all the way to the border. He had even taken a detour midway to meet Li Mixi, who was protected by layers upon layers of armored cavalry, from afar. Luoyang's actions, compared to Liu Songtao's roaming of the jianghu a hundred years ago, could be said to be in no way inferior. It was just that the Jianghu far away in Liyang did not have the chance to hear about this secret history.
Liu Songtao did not carry his sword. The long sword made of ordinary material floated in the air and walked side by side with him.
One day, he would become an immortal swordsman of the land. It was said that there was nothing in the world that could not be used as a sword. However, when he really had a sword in his hand, regardless of whether it was a bamboo sword, a wooden sword, or an iron sword, they all had a completely different aura. Especially in a fight between people of the same realm, the difference between having a sword in hand and not having a sword in hand was even more incomparable. The sword was a spiritual object. Otherwise, the essence of the Wu family's sword would not be the Ruyi Sword Embryo. Even when a skilled swordsmith forged a sword, the Ruyi Sword Embryo was only the first layer. The Ruyi Sword Embryo was the most important part. It was unknown which senior had joked about the fight between experts. It was like two shrews dressed in silk clothes fighting. Both of them wanted to tear the other's clothes apart, but silk clothes were dense and sturdy. The reason why swordsmen could become a glamorous profession in Jianghu for thousands of years was because they had a pair of scissors in their hands. They could tear the clothes apart with half the effort. If they were bare-handed, they would first have to break the dense satin with their fists and loosen the threads. One of the four grandmasters of the previous generation, Fu Jiang Hong Jia, was not in the three sects. However, he possessed the physique of the Great Vajra Realm and the comprehension of the Celestial State. Furthermore, he wore a talisman armor. It was tantamount to wearing the thickest clothes in the world. The ferocity of Han Diaosi lay in his ability to peel silk from a cocoon. Not only could he tear a Vajra Realm physique with his bare hands, he could also cut off the resonance between a Celestial State expert and the world. For martial artists outside the three sects, there was no doubt that the four realms of First Pin were ascending in order. The Xuan Finger was lower than the Celestial State, and the difference was far greater than the Vajra Finger and the Xuan Finger. There were many cases of people in the latter two realms killing each other. Han Diaosi was able to use the Xuan Finger to kill a Celestial State expert, which made him comparable to Đồng Thái's Xuan Finger. Unfortunately, after the death of Cat Man outside the Shenwu City, there was no one to inherit his cultivation method. It became a masterpiece. Regardless of Cat Man's character, it was regarded as the greatest flaw of the Xuan Finger in the world.
When top experts, especially First Pin experts, exchanged blows, there was a sense of cherishing life. Exchanging pointers was far more than fighting to the death.
Luo Yang in white was obviously an exception who did not cherish the hard-won realm. Without exception, she fought against Tuoba under the eyes of the Empress of Beimang, fought against Đồng Thái outside Dunhuang, fought against the former fourth in the world Hong Jingyan at the Chess and Sword Music School, and fought against Tuoba on the back of the Giant Fish in the Northernmost Ice Field. Without exception, all of them involved their opponents and forced them to fight to the death.
This time was no exception.
The two of them collided.
Luo Yang allowed Liu Songtao's sword to pass through her palm. She slapped Liu Songtao's forehead with her palm.
The two of them each retreated several zhang.
Luo Yang's arm, which she used to block the sword, drooped and dripped blood incessantly.
Liu Songtao was bleeding from his seven orifices. He was not feeling well either.
The long sword shattered. The spiritual aura of the dragonfish beside Luo Yang also collapsed.
Luo Yang shot a glance at the middle-aged monk who was no longer crazy. She retreated and swept away. She said indifferently, "I'll take another blow from you a hundred li away."
Liu Songtao smiled and sucked in a breath. The blood flowed back into his orifices like a sword returning to its sheath.
He took large strides forward, stepping over the scattered broken swords on the ground. He condensed a complete sword. This time, he held the sword in his hand.
There was a city a hundred li away. Luo Yang in white stood below the western city wall.
The person came and the sword came.
A sword aura as thick as a mountain peak.
When Luo Yang stood still, she was already outside the eastern city wall.
The city was forcibly torn into two halves by the sword aura and Luo Yang. The city wall was split. On this line, dust flew everywhere. A shopkeeper selling rouge and face powder stared with wide eyes at the messy shop that was split into two halves. Another shopkeeper was pretending to be cultured with a good friend in the backyard of a private house.
They were boiling wine and enjoying the lake scenery. They saw the lake water churning, the courtyard wall breaking, and the pavilion collapsing with a loud bang. Everyone's mink hats were blown to the ground by the strong wind. They looked at each other in dismay. A young master who was strolling on the street with a servant fell into the ravine that appeared out of nowhere with his horse. The man and the horse howled. The servants thought they saw ghosts in broad daylight. They shrank back, not daring to go into the ravine to save people.
Liu Songtao outside the western city wall laughed loudly. He ran forward along the crack in the wall. "Destroying a city with one blow is not enough. Let's destroy a country with one blow!"
Luo Yang stroked the dragonfish's body that appeared out of thin air and smiled slightly.
They entered the city again.
"Get out!"
She kicked Liu Songtao, who entered the city with her, back to the western city wall.
Luo Yang stood still in the center of the city, her white clothes fluttering.
Liu Songtao's body was bent like a bow outside the western city wall. He straightened his back and slowly stood still. His eyes were a little cloudy, like a jar of white wine that had been stored in the cellar for many years. When someone shook it hard, the dregs at the bottom of the jar floated up.
Liu Songtao shook his head and rushed into the city again. He came to a north-south street that was cut by something in the middle of the city. Near the bottomless ravine, a plain-looking woman sat on the roadside with lingering fear. She looked around and found a small hairpin that fell to the ground from her hair. She was about to bend down to pick it up. She came from a small family and the hairpin was her favorite item that she had saved up for several months to buy. If she lost it, she would be distressed for a long time. She suddenly saw a hand pick up the hairpin for her. She looked up and saw a man in a monk's robe. His cassock was tattered and he was so poor that he could not afford shoes. She was timid and shy. She blushed and did not know what to do. The monk smiled and handed the hairpin back to her. He whispered, "That year, she put her hairpin in my hair bun and made fun of me for having a small hairpin in my hair bun."
The strange monk in the woman's eyes stood up and said blankly, "It's a pity that you are not her and I am not me."
Liu Songtao, who was in a trance, exhaled a long breath and lowered his head. There was no sword in his hand.
That year, he saw her too late and put her naked body in his arms. He took off his clothes and wrapped her up, then carried her back to Zhulu.
Liu Songtao tore off one of his sleeves and shook his wrist. A sword appeared in his hand.
He smiled at the woman and said, "Take a look at this sword for her."
The woman, who had never experienced such a thrilling scene, was frightened. She nodded blankly and was about to cry.
Liu Songtao's face was full of tears. He said with a hoarse voice, "That year, the three of us were free and unfettered in Jianghu. Zhao Huangchao betrayed you but not the country. You betrayed Liu Songtao. Liu Songtao betrayed Zhulu Mountain but not you. "
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