Chapter 812
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Liu Songtao raised his arm and lifted his sword. His two fingers on his other hand gently brushed the sword with a determined gaze.
In the city, Luo Yang broke off a strand of dragon whisker from a dragonfish. She twirled her fingers and the dragon whisker wrapped around her arm. It was obvious that even she did not have much confidence in blocking the sword with her bare hands. At this moment, a person appeared at the end of the street where Liu Songtao was standing. He dashed into the city and slowed down when he saw the grey-robed monk. He walked forward slowly and stopped ten feet away from him. He sneered, "Is it really the Devil Cult Leader Liu Songtao? Why are you getting worse and worse? What kind of hero are you to compete with a woman? "
Liu Songtao, who originally did not want to pay attention to the uninvited guest, turned his head. The young master had an indescribable charm. His hands were in his sleeves and he was as handsome as a tree in the wind. Behind him, there was a majestic man escorting him. Liu Songtao smiled. What was going on with the Jianghu today? Why were the talents of the Jianghu sprouting like bamboo shoots after the rain? Although this white-haired young man had used an otherworldly item to cross the threshold of Celestial Phenomenon and could not be considered genuine, if his foundation was not good enough, how could a small pond contain a flood? The man behind the white-haired young man was not to be underestimated. Together with the Wudang Taoist who spoke at the riverbank, Liu Songtao could not help but sigh. If the Jianghu around a hundred years ago chose ten people to fight to the death, the difference in the outcome would not be too great. However, if fifty people were chosen, the Jianghu he was in back then would not have any chance of winning. Liu Songtao held his sword in his hand and was ready to attack. His sword will was torrential and the Sea of Qi around him was rolling over and over. He forcefully suppressed it and smiled at the young man, "It is not easy to have such skills at such a young age. Liu Songtao will not lower himself to your level today. A true gentleman does not speak when watching a chess game. It is fine if you want to watch the battle, but if you interfere, don't blame me for pointing my sword at you. Young man, let me give you a piece of advice. The otherworldly item hiding in the dark is already on the verge of collapse. Don't let your emotions affect your decisions.
Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Liu Songtao's boundless sword intent instantly vanished into thin air. Liu Songtao didn't make any movements, but the sword in his hand had already flowed east like a great river. The earth trembled and the city shook for a long time, causing the commoners in the city to mistakenly think that the underground Hidden Dragon was causing trouble, causing a violent earthquake. They all fled from their houses to flat ground.
Twenty zhang away, Luo Yang's heart was pierced by a sword.
Liu Songtao had only struck once, but he had aged ten years in the blink of an eye.
A hundred years ago, Liu Songtao had never used his sword. Perhaps he was the loneliest old sword immortal in the world of martial arts. A hundred years later, his sword strike was so powerful that it could destroy a mountain. Liu Songtao was neither sad nor happy. He only looked at the white-clothed woman who would stand at the top of the Jianghu a hundred years later. Then, he exclaimed in surprise, "Don't tell me you're someone with a different heart."
Luo Yang stood up from the ruins and sneered, "It's my turn."
Liu Songtao glanced at the white-haired young man, then turned to look at the demoness who had shaken Beimang twice. He shook his head and sighed, "Fellow sufferers sympathize with each other. One has to rely on unorthodox ways to steal cultivation, while the other uses external objects to prolong her life. Both of them have no choice but to tamper with fate. You don't have much lifespan left to begin with. Even if you can stop me, Liu Songtao, for three hundred li, in the end, you won't die much later than an old man who has lived for more than sixty years. Why bother? "
The person who came was naturally Xu Fengnian, who was worried about nothing. After he leaped onto the city wall, he stopped and looked into the distance. At first, he had no intention of interfering. He didn't even care about going to Shangyin Academy first. After he received the secret letter from the Blue Falcon, he took a detour to come here, afraid that he would miss this great battle. Even if it wasn't a once-in-a-century battle, after all, the battle between the old man wearing the sheepskin fur coat and Wang Xianzhi in the Eastern Sea was a battle between two Cult Masters of the Devil Cult. No matter how you looked at it, it could be considered a great battle that was hard to come by in decades. However, he didn't expect that the so-called white-clothed man from Zhulu Mountain in the letter was the Luoyang woman who died in the Dragon Wall River Channel in the Northern Mang! When he approached the city wall, the connected otherworldly item let Hsu Fengnian know that Luo Yang had sensed his presence. Hsu Fengnian didn't want to run away. He was a little scared when he saw Liu Songtao raise his sword. He jumped down the city wall in a hurry and tried to boost his courage. Anyway, he had a half-baked Celestial State cultivation with him. If he joined in the fun and spoke some words of conscience to the old leader, he wouldn't be killed on the spot. You, Liu Songtao, are the former leader of the Devil Cult, busy competing with the whole world. Why do you have to make things difficult for people like us who don't mingle in Jianghu? Besides, I'm used to the bitter days of being despised by everyone in Northern Mang. Once things get tense, I'm not that slow either.
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