Murong Baoding glanced at the rolling thunder on the scabbard and was a little surprised. Although martial arts were vast and there were countless unorthodox methods, as long as it was related to Qi Cultivators, it was considered top-notch. The young brother and sister behind him were more than familiar with this. In Beimang, there were Qi Cultivators who were proficient in collecting thunder and lightning. The money-grubber boy and the foodie girl gathered together and whispered to each other. Especially the gluttonous girl, she smacked her lips and stared fixedly at the nine genuine Purple Sky Thunder. She was very envious. As long as she swallowed them into her stomach and nourished them for a few years, she would definitely be able to beat this annoying fatty beside her into a pig's head. Hong Jingyan's expression was still rigid. When one's martial arts realm had reached such a high level, it was nothing more than coping with changes by sticking to the status quo.
Hsu Fengnian's Crossing the River Pawn in his left hand was out of its scabbard in an instant. The speed of the blade was so fast that the scabbard that left his palm crashed into the palace wall. Hsu Fengnian's arm followed Wang Xiu's arc formula and swung the blade down. The nine thunder lingered and the purple clouds dazzled. Zhong Liang unceremoniously controlled the iron spear that was abandoned by Hsu Fengnian. He had been holding the spear with one hand. This time, he finally held the spear with two hands and took out enough attention to deal with the unsheathed blade. The spear curved horizontally. Before the sharp blade of the blade touched it, the curved tip of the spear was already pointed at Hsu Fengnian's waist. Hsu Fengnian did not deliberately change from attacking to defending. He just followed the blade with ease as if he was possessed by God and understood the wonders of the Xuan Finger. The tip of the blade suddenly twisted and fell faster and faster. His body was also forcefully pulled a few feet forward. The Rolling Blade Technique was still the Rolling Blade Technique. It was just that compared to the Rolling Blade Technique of ordinary swordsmen, it was much more mysterious. The spear missed for no reason. Zhong Liang's eyes lit up. Borrowing the force of the curved spear, the curved body of the spear also curved. In the eyes of others, one person was following the blade and the other person was unwilling to fall behind. Therefore, the person followed the spear. At first, Murong Baoding had a smile in his eyes. He did not think highly of the kid's Rolling Blade Technique. However, when he saw that Hsu Fengnian's bladesmanship seemed to be disorderly, but it was just right. Every blade was chopped four feet away from Zhong Liang's face. This somewhat surprised Half-faced Buddha.
Zhong Liang, who kept dodging, frowned. He was not angry that this kid was taking revenge on him for pointing the tip of the spear at his glabella. It was because he had never heard of such a ridiculous Rolling Blade Technique. Of course, Zhong Liang did not know that there was an old swordsman from East Yue named Song Nianqing. When he went out in Jianghu for the last time, he had fourteen swords and fourteen moves. The only sword with a sword tassel was called "Zhao Dan", which meant that he was carrying a lamp to illuminate the mountains and rivers. It was such a "walking sword" that he "walked" all the way to the side of the white-robed Luo Yang. Every time Hsu Fengnian's Rolling Blade Finger, a Purple Thunder was suspended. After nine times, he suddenly clenched his right hand. There were nine flying swords hidden in the Nine Thunder, which condensed into a formation and trapped Zhong Liang. Hsu Fengnian did not look at how the Breeding Demon was going to deal with it. He randomly patted the void with one hand, which was the Eighteen Strokes of the Hu Jia played by the blind female zither player in the battle in the rainy alley. His finger tapped on the soldiers crossing the river, which was the finger sword secret skill of the young female Qi-trainer on the lake of Youyan Mountain Villa. Many of the abandoned talisman swords that were left behind in the square jumped up from the ground and stabbed fiercely at Zhong Liang with distorted trajectories. Together with the domineering Thunder Pool Flying Sword and the unpredictable Hu Jia Paddle, it created a magnificent scene. The three arcs of the Arc Formula formed momentum. At this time, Hsu Fengnian's "three arcs" were secretly learned from Song Nianqing, Xue Songguan, and the Qi-trainer from the South Sea. They seemed to be unrelated, but they were fused together and vaguely appeared to be in the Great Grandmaster Realm.
Murong Baoding chuckled softly. "It looks good and is quite practical, but it's a bit too messy. There's still a long way to go before returning to the original state of Celestial Phenomenon."
Zhong Liang was exhausted dealing with the Three Arcs in the formation. It was easy to deal with the Barbarian Clapper that came out of nowhere. With his Vajra Physique, even if he was hit by it, it would be nothing more than a flesh wound. It was just a small matter of losing face. He didn't know how the boy controlled the dozens of talisman swords, but it didn't matter. With Zhong Liang's Xuan Finger Comprehension, he could deal with it easily. In the past, with his rare talent, he didn't even need to dodge. However, he was afraid that if he didn't dodge, he would fall into a trap. Moreover, the flying swords of the Sword Tomb, which were wrapped in purple thunder as "clothes", were no longer close to him, a natural sword embryo. Each of the nine kinds of Sword Qi had its own killing intent, which was the real trump card. The iron spear that Zhong Liang held with both hands had its spearhead cut off by the purple thunder. From the moment the guy unsheathed the saber in his left hand until now, Zhong Liang hadn't been able to fight back even once. This made the Second Young Master of the Beimang family, who ranked relatively low among the top ten devils but had outstanding strength, really angry.
Beimang was at the top of the martial arts world, and the number of times they fought each other was far more than Liyang. They never liked the martial arts fights that didn't hurt each other's feelings. If Old Monster Wang from the Martial Emperor City didn't go to Liyang Jianghu to be a whetstone, the number of people in the Martial Arts Ranking List might not even be equal to the number of people in Beimang. In Beimang, heroes didn't matter where they came from. Many people were nameless one day, and the next day, they became the distinguished guests of the general. Zhong Liang didn't rely on his identity as Zhong Shentong's younger brother to stand out in Beimang's Jianghu. He relied on being hunted and being hunted again and again. When he was young, he provoked the "Dragon King", who was also one of the top ten devils, and was hunted for nearly a month. It was because of that escape that made Zhong Liang finally become a Level One master. The reason why Zhong Liang deliberately showed mercy before was not only because he wanted to humiliate the young king, but also because he couldn't stand the kid's attitude of not taking out his saber when he practiced. How dare he put on airs in front of Zhong Liang? Only now did he know that the young King of Beiliang had learned a variety of skills and was not inferior to him at all. After he took out his saber, his momentum was even more imposing. Zhong Liang had to restrain his contempt and treat him as an opponent that he could fight with all his strength. Zhong Liang certainly knew that the young man standing five feet away from him had many tricks up his sleeves. Other than the Thunder Wrapped Flying Sword, he must have a more powerful trump card. Zhong Liang guessed that it must be the second saber on the right side of his waist.
Zhong Liang had heard that Hsu Fengnian, who was once a disciple of Li Chungang, used the Mind Cultivation Technique to cultivate his saber. On the grassland, he used his saber to kill the Colorful Python Demon beside Tuoba Chunsun. Zhong Liang dealt with the talisman swords that were undulating with the rhythm of Hsu Fengnian's rhythm. Of course, there was the more troublesome Purple Thunder Sword Formation. When Hsu Fengnian made a move, Zhong Liang countered it. It seemed complicated and long, but in fact, it only took a few blinks of an eye for the talisman swords to be broken and fell to the ground. Zhong Liang's iron spear had also been cut by more than half, and the spear had become a long saber. Fortunately, Zhong Liang's talent was so high that no matter what he learned, he could easily go further than many famous experts who studied for their entire lives. The broken spear in his hand knocked against the Purple Thunder Flying Sword. The sound was loud and clear, like the sound of a thousand pound bell. It could be heard clearly outside the Residence of Dragon King. Every time the spear knocked against the sword, Zhong Liang's perception of each Thunder Flying Sword increased.
When the expressionless young man holding the saber finally moved his right hand, Zhong Liang's pupils shrank. He knew that the saber in his right hand was about to be unsheathed.
The outsiders, Murong Baoding and Hong Jingyan, sighed softly almost at the same time.
Hsu Fengnian was indeed holding the hilt of Xiudong's saber in his right hand.
However, the one who made the move was not Xiudong, but the scabbard Crossing the River Pawn.
Hsu Fengnian's palm was split open, and blood splattered everywhere.
It was obvious that the Crossing the River Pawn was so fast that even Hsu Fengnian, who was holding the saber, could not control it.
Outside the Shenwu City, a person who was far away in the Martial Emperor City borrowed a sword. Hsu Fengnian decisively gave him the sword. At the last moment of life and death, he killed Han Shengxuan, the cat that was known as the Land Immortal, Han Wudi.
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