As the vast army galloped over, Yang Xuan sighed softly.
He had never thought that one day, someone would use a poem he had plagiarized to deal with him. If he admitted that he was Ren Woxing, would Zhou Cujie's Dao be broken?
Although Zhou Cujie's Dao was a vast and righteous Dao, paying particular attention to using literature to enter the Dao and nurturing a body of vast and righteous Dao, in the end, it was still inextricably linked to loyalty to the sovereign as a subject, the will of the people below, and the will of the heavens above.
Fundamentally speaking, Yang Xuan felt that Zhou Cujie's Dao of the Vast and Righteous Dao was not as carefree and majestic as Zuo Qing Hou's Dao of the Battlefield.
He felt that this was an armchair strategist, an armchair strategist that had not experienced the tempering of life and death.
As a result, when that orderly and meticulously organized army attacked, the pressure that Yang Xuan felt was not as great as Zuo Qing Hou's.
Of course, this was also related to his recent growth in cultivation.
The black saber lightly slashed out like a black bolt of lightning, instantly attacking like a ripple.
The indifference on Zhou Cujie's face disappeared, replaced by extreme shock and disbelief.
He had long known that he was no match for Yang Xuan, but he had never imagined that the gap would be so great, so great that Yang Xuan had easily broken through his technique with a casual move.
Looking at the soldiers formed by the Noble Spirit decaying, declining, and finally disappearing, he almost had the illusion that the army was defeated like a landslide, and that the situation was hopeless.
But he still did not give up. His expression turned solemn, his scroll trembled, and he opened his mouth. A word jumped out of his mouth, "Chao …"
He could only say one word, and then he could say no more, because Yang Xuan's saber had already stopped at the center of his forehead. The sharp saber intent made his forehead itch.
Yang Xuan took the gloved Moyang Jade from his bosom and threw it into his storage ring. Then, Yang Xuan's saber disappeared without a trace.
As he watched Yang Xuan's departing figure, Zhou Cujie suddenly asked, "Why didn't you kill me?"
"Maybe he wants you to see your own ending!"
In the distance, Yang Xuan's figure paused for a moment. Then, he disappeared.
Yang Xuan's words entered Zhou Cujie's ears, causing a strange look to appear in his eyes. After a long while, he muttered to himself, "I am definitely not Yue Fei."
Standing on a mountain peak, Yang Xuan took out the Muyang Jade and threw it on the ground.
Boom!
A heaven-piercing light was about to spread out, but Yang Xuan reacted quickly and used the Nether Black Silkworm Glove to wrap it up again.
As the light disappeared, Yang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. If it weren't for his quick reaction, there might have been many cultivators rushing towards him.
Although he wasn't afraid, it would still be troublesome.
He extended his Divine Telekinesis, wanting to see the internal structure of the Moyang Jade. However, before he could get close to the Moyang Jade, he withdrew his Divine Telekinesis.
Yang Xuan was surprised. The Moyang Jade could even burn away his Divine Telekinesis. It was indeed an item of extreme Yang.
He originally wanted to use his Divine Telekinesis to see the internal structure of the Moyang Jade. However, it seemed impossible now, so he could only give up.
However, the Nether Glove he obtained from Zhou Cujie did not have such concerns. With a sweep of his Divine Telekinesis, he understood everything.
In terms of material, the Nether Glove was almost the same as the one he always wore. However, the difference was that it was ingeniously engraved with some formation patterns. It stored a large amount of Cold Attribute Power of Heaven and Earth, causing the glove to be an item of extreme Cold. That was why it could barely touch the Moyang Jade.
However, the Cold Attribute Power in the glove was being consumed at an extremely fast speed. It wouldn't be long before it was completely exhausted.
When that time came, the glove would probably be burned through.
After giving it some thought, he took out his glove and began to inscribe the Tool Pattern on it. After a few failures, he finally succeeded in inscribing the Tool Pattern.
Of course, the Tool Pattern that he engraved was different from the one in the glove. He made some changes.
After engraving the Tool Pattern, he replenished the glove with Cold Attribute Power. However, he didn't replenish it with the Power of Heaven and Earth. Instead, he replenished it with an Ice Formation Pattern formed by Water Spiritual Qi.
After inscribing the Tool Pattern, he put on the glove and waved his hand gently. A white arrow of cold air shot out and landed on a huge rock not far away.
Crack.
The huge rock instantly turned into a huge block of ice. Then, cracking sounds could be heard as it shattered on the ground.
The power was not bad. If he used his full strength, it would probably be comparable to the full power of Yang Xuan's Ice Formation Pattern.
He nodded his head in satisfaction. This was considered the second magic treasure that he had refined. It was an unexpected gain.
After erasing the Tool Pattern on the other glove, he did the same thing. Then, he kept the glove and flew into the sky.
The most important thing now was to find someone from the Sacred Mountain to plunder their soul power.
After flying aimlessly for an unknown period of time, he had already met countless cultivators of different cultivation levels. However, none of them were from the Sacred Mountain.
Along the way, he had also killed a few spirit beasts and absorbed some souls. However, the black bead was still standing there as if it wasn't full yet.
He had obtained the Moyang Jade, but he still lacked the Cold Heart Wood. This was also his main concern. However, there was no news about it.
Inside a dense forest, after killing a Venerable One spirit beast and absorbing its soul, Ou Yangming suddenly stopped and slowly turned around. A cold light shone in his eyes, and killing intent burst out.
Yue Qianlou!
Yue Qianlou stood not far behind him. He patted the dust off his clothes and said to the little girl beside him, "Nannan, look. Another one who doesn't like grandpa. What do you think we should do?"
The little girl didn't say anything. Yue Qianlou raised his head and grinned at Yang Xuan. He said, "What do you think we should do?"
Yang Xuan's face was as cold as ice. He looked at Yue Qianlou coldly. After a while, he said word by word, "Why did you kill Little Flower?"
Yue Qianlou rubbed his old eyes. "What Little Flower or Little Grass?"
Yang Xuan said coldly, "That little girl."
Yue Qianlou suddenly realized. "Oh, that little girl. Nannan is too lonely by herself. I found someone to play with her."
Then, he lowered his head and revealed a loving smile. "Nannan, don't you think so?"
Yang Xuan followed his gaze and looked to his side.
There, Little Grass was swaying her body slightly. There was no one there.
"Who is Nannan?" Yang Xuan asked with a strange look in his eyes.
Yue Qianlou smiled as if he was very happy. "Nannan is my granddaughter. Look, isn't she obedient?"
As he spoke, he even used his hand to touch the little girl's head.
However, in Yang Xuan's line of sight, there was still no one there.
Yang Xuan finally understood. This Yue Qianlou was simply a lunatic. A lunatic who relied on his imagination to comfort himself.
It was not strange for a lunatic like this to do something unreasonable.
After a long pause, Yang Xuan suddenly said, "There is no one beside you."
Yue Qianlou was stunned. He then shook his head and laughed. "I'm afraid you are blind. How can you not see such a cute Nannan standing in front of you?"
Yang Xuan's expression did not change. He only continued, "There is no one beside you. Nannan does not exist."
Yue Qianlou smiled and pulled the little girl's hand. "Let's go, Nannan. This is a blind man. We will not argue with a blind man. Let's go, let's go!"
After speaking, Yue Qianlou turned around and was ready to leave.
At this moment, Yang Xuan suddenly attacked. His long sword pierced over. However, it was not aimed at Yue Qianlou but at the side of Yue Qianlou.
"How dare you!!!"
Yue Qianlou was furious. A huge killing intent soared into the sky, suppressing heaven and earth as it swept towards Yang Xuan.
Thump! Thump!
Thump! The long sword instantly withdrew. After a violent vibration, it dissipated in the air. The vibration caused Yang Xuan's hand to go numb.
Under the huge killing intent, Yang Xuan actually felt like a small boat in a storm. He could be destroyed at any time. He could not help but take a few steps back.
In his shock, a black long sword appeared in his hand again. Spiritual energy surged wildly.
Fifth on the Ranking List of Young Masters, Sword Saint Yue Qianlou!
At this moment, he finally knew why he was fifth on the Ranking List of Young Masters.
Yue Qianlou was furious. His hair and beard were all standing up. He stared at Yang Xuan and said word by word, "You want to die!!!"
Boom!
As soon as the word 'die' was spoken, the whole world was torn apart by countless sword lights.
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