Normally, no matter how arrogant Tang Thirty Six was, he wouldn't have cursed the old Daoist nun like this, because the old Daoist nun's status was far too high. Even the Old Master of the Tang family might not have much respect for her, but he would at least be wary of her. But at this moment, he unhesitatingly cursed her, because he wanted to provoke the old Daoist nun and distract her attention, because he was so angry and afraid that he forgot to be afraid, and because Xuan Yuan Po unexpectedly raised the sword in his hand.
The bear tribe youth that was so energetic that he ate six meals a day and smashed trees every day had his own fighting style. His bravery was the best in Orthodox Academy, his fighting style was different from Chen Chang Sheng's group. He didn't think, after being humiliated, he would fight to get rid of it, even if he had to pay with his life.
But how could his sword hit the old Daoist nun? How could he win against the old Daoist nun? Based on the standards of the human cultivation world, Xuan Yuan Po was already at Ethereal Opening, but he couldn't possibly hurt the old Daoist nun. The heavy sword was like a weak willow branch, locked in the cold wind by the lake, unable to descend.
The old Daoist nun looked at the sword and seemed to recognize its origin. She raised her eyebrows in surprise. But she wasn't going to be merciful. That cold aura of death instantly took control of his body and sea of consciousness. In the next moment, it would tear him to pieces like a raging wave. With a single thought, Xuan Yuan Po would die.
Chen Chang Sheng, Zhe Xiu, Su Mo Yu and Tang Thirty Six were like four arrows shooting towards the lake, but even if they sacrificed their lives, they couldn't change the result. They could only watch as Xuan Yuan Po died in front of their eyes. Was there anyone who could change all this?
Perhaps.
Chen Chang Sheng still had a last resort, he prepared to throw out that life-saving item without hesitation.
Su Mo Yu was also preparing, Tang Thirty Six was also preparing.
They were all prepared to take out their trump cards, hoping that it would give Xuan Yuan Po a chance to survive.
But at this moment, an unexpected change occurred.
The sword in Xuan Yuan Po's hand was trapped in the cold wind, unable to advance an inch, but it still brought with it some wind, even if it was the softest of breezes.
The gentle breeze was unable to break the stillness of the lake, unable to ruffle the strands of the horsetail whisk at the old Daoist nun's waist. It could not even move the snow, but it could move the smoke and dust.
Xuanyuan Po stood in the ruins. His feet landed on what used to be a stove, and ashes from the stove were scattered everywhere.
The ashes were the embers of the firewood, and some were the ashes of a piece of paper.
Previously, Xuanyuan Po had used his iron sword to pierce through the ashes of the burnt paper. At this moment, along with the wisp of wind brought about by his iron sword, the ashes slowly floated up.
In the dim light of the night, the lakeside was very dark. That mass of gray faintly revealed a bit of red. It turned out that there were actually some sparks hidden inside.
The wind swept up the ashes, and sparks danced in the air, forming a sword in the air.
The Sword of Mars followed the angle of the iron sword and slashed forward with a whoosh.
F * ck! The space by the lake of the Orthodox Academy seemed to have been cleaved apart by this sword.
The old Taoist nun's pupils constricted as she sensed a strong sense of danger.
Ever since she stepped into the Divine Domain, she had rarely felt this way, because there were very few people on the continent that could threaten her.
What was going on here? Where had that illusory sword condensed from sparks come from? Why did it make her feel danger?
Countless thoughts moved with unimaginable speed through the old Taoist nun's sea of consciousness like streams of light as she incessantly calculated and deduced.
But that Sword of Mars had come so quickly that before she had even finished her deductions, it had already arrived in front of her!
The old Taoist nun had no time to think. With a shrill whistle, the horsetail whisk hanging at her side rose up without any wind and landed in her hand. She swatted it at the Sword of Mars!
That horsetail whisk had thousands of threads, and each thread was like a tide!
This ocean was boundless blue, but it was devoid of life, only the aura of silent extinction!
She did not know where this Sword of Mars that had suddenly appeared came from, but she sensed an intense danger. She attacked with her own divine Daoist technique!
The horsetail whisk carried with it countless tides of silent extinction as it swatted at the Sword of Mars.
Compared to the frenzied waves that spanned the world, that illusory sword formed from gentle sparks seemed so insignificant, so frail. How could it be blocked? The Sword of Mars was in front of Xuanyuan Po. If it was engulfed by the frenzied waves, Xuanyuan Po's body and soul would assuredly be devoured!
Yet when that seemingly insignificant and frail Sword of Mars encountered the frenzied waves stirred up by the horsetail whisk, not only was it not annihilated, it instantly began to blaze! The Orthodox Academy was instantly illuminated in a deep red. Both the nearby and far forests seemed to begin to burn!
The sword borrowed the power of the fire to flaunt itself, transforming into a sword of fire around seven feet long. It exuded an extremely powerful Qi towards the night sky.
Frenzied waves like mountains? Slay! Silent extinction like the sea? Slay!
Slay all things!
With a boom, the sword of fire slashed through the tens of thousands of frenzied waves, bringing with it countless strands of the horsetail whisk as it slashed at the old Taoist nun!
The old Taoist nun was suddenly alarmed. With a shrill scream of extreme fear, she suddenly retreated.
A section of the courtyard wall that had collapsed soundlessly earlier had completely collapsed with a loud bang as her figure retreated.
The night sky was filled with the sound of space being torn apart. The massive blazing sword followed the old Taoist nun's figure as it madly chopped down.
The countless strands of the horsetail whisk that had been severed drifted in the darkness.
The restaurants and residences outside the walls of the Orthodox Academy loudly collapsed. The old Taoist nun's figure retreated several hundred zhang until she reached the banks of the Luo River. Only then did she manage to steady herself.
The frenzied waves stirred up by her horsetail whisk were completely drenched. The calm Luo River began to surge with countless waves, the white waves incessantly rising and falling!
The old Taoist nun gazed at the pursuing sword of fire, an expression of disbelief appearing on her face. She shrieked, "Three Moves of the Burning Heaven!"
At this moment, she finally recognized the origins of this sword!
The sparks from the embers in the furnace formed a tiny illusory sword. It exploded in the wind, exploding with an unimaginable might.
Her horsetail whisk, her silent extinction, the boundless blue sea that filled the world, was no match for this sword. Why?
Because a single spark could set a prairie ablaze, and it could also burn the heavens!
This sword was naturally Su Li's Three Moves of the Burning Heaven!
With a cry of alarm, the Burning Heaven Sword had already reached the banks of the Luo River.
The Luo River at night was no longer as tranquil as it was in the past. The snowflakes falling from the sky were instantly vaporized by this sword intent into countless clouds of smoke.
From the thick layers of smoke came another heaven-shaking boom, as well as the old Taoist nun's mournful and shocked cry.
The mist suddenly dispersed and the dust gradually settled. The embankment on the banks of the Luo River had already collapsed for three li.
The old Taoist nun stood in the shallow waters below the embankment, her right sleeve completely shredded, revealing skin as white as jade. Her black hair was in disarray and her body was covered in rubble. The horsetail whisk in her hand was only left with the handle and a few strands of silk. She cut an abnormally sorry figure, just like her.
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