Thirty-one rays of Breath Sustaining Art's true energy shone with a faint green light, meticulously taking care of Zhao Yun's various acupoints and meridians, allowing him to enjoy the special care of a sentimental girl.
Breath Sustaining Art was a secret technique of the Mount Shu Sect. It was derived from the meaning of "the union of heaven and man, endless growth and multiplication". If one cultivated it to the peak, their true energy would be endless and would never be exhausted.
These girls were only Han Xiushui's disciples and successor disciples. The strongest one was at the Golden Elixir stage, while the weakest was at the Immortal Cultivation stage. Their cultivation wasn't considered top-notch, but at this moment, when everyone attacked together, their power increased sharply, and they were no weaker than a Nascent Soul stage expert.
Although the Golden Threaded Robe could block knives, spears, water, and fire, it couldn't block the surging true energy. Although the Four Symbols Technique could accommodate all kinds of true energy, it was empty at this moment, without a drop left.
The Breath Sustaining Art's true energy was like a beautiful thief, opening an unguarded door and directly entering Zhao Yun's internal organs and bones.
Zhao Yun felt as if Mount Tai had collapsed, and the force of ten thousand catties pressed down on his body.
A heart-wrenching pain spread from his sea of consciousness and quickly swam through Zhao Yun's entire body. There was no place that was immune to this damned gentleness.
If possible, Zhao Yun would rather be unconscious. This feeling made him relive the nightmare of being tortured by the strange poison.
His lips were already stained with blood, and his hands were also covered in bloody marks.
The pain was unbearable. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, and blood gushed out from his excessive strength.
"It's very uncomfortable, isn't it?" Han Xiushui finally stopped laughing. She put herself in his shoes and said with good intentions, "Withdraw your sword and surrender. Senior Apprentice Sister Bi Yun didn't want a dead enemy. At least, you won't have to suffer such pain now. "
"Dream on!"
Zhao Yun couldn't see Han Xiushui's face, but he knew that she must be very proud, happy, and enjoying it.
He also knew that as long as he put down his sword and knelt on the ground, he could immediately avoid the heart-wrenching pain.
But I'm Zhao Yun. I'm the successor of Blue Lotus. I'm proud and upright. How can I surrender!
"I can't lower my head. I can even endure the pain of the Immortal Cultivation. How can I give up this insignificant pain?"
Riches and honor cannot be corrupted, poverty cannot be shaken, might cannot be subdued, this is what is called a real man.
Zhao Yun had experienced life and death situations time and time again. She had broken out of her cocoon and become a butterfly, but she had never been able to hide her pride, nor had she changed her original heart.
Back then, Ling Ye Lai had taken a fancy to Zhao Yun because of this arrogance.
In Li Qinglian's poem, there was a poem, "How can you lower your eyebrows and bend your waist to serve the rich and powerful, so that I can't be happy." In his sword, there was also a poem, "Xuan Fu can still fear the younger generation, but her husband can't be young."
Conceited and arrogant for all eternity.
Throughout the ages, there was a disciple named Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun refused to surrender.
He tried his best to straighten his back and tightly gripped the Mighty Battle God Sword. The blood on his hands did not make him afraid, and the cold sweat on his forehead did not make him shrink back.
"You're so stubborn. Disciples, speed up the circulation of the Life Force Incantation! " Han Xiushui sighed. She didn't know if she was sighing at Zhao Yun's stupidity or sighing at the rejection of her kind suggestion.
But she definitely didn't mind wasting a little more time, because this was a rare good show.
Such a handsome young man struggled painfully under the shining sword, but in the end, he found that it was a futile struggle. Then, he scolded the world for being heartless and unjust. He blamed the heavens and the people and blamed himself for it.
This kind of story was really too interesting and exciting.
On the other side, Duobao saw that Zhao Yun was in deep danger. He was so anxious that his eyes turned red, but he didn't dare to rashly go forward. He still remembered that Zhao Yun had entrusted Hu Qing and her sister to him for protection. He also clearly remembered that just now, he didn't protect Hu Qing well and almost made an irreparable mistake.
"Dong!" Duobao's foot hammered heavily on the ground, and a large crack immediately appeared in the grass. It was full of distress.
A man should keep his promise to his death, not to mention that it was his junior brother's request. Duobao would not forget it. But his junior brother's life was in danger. If he hesitated, he was afraid that the tragedy of his master's death would repeat itself.
"Senior brother, go and help Langjun." Hu Qing seemed to see Duobao's distress. "It's me who doesn't want your protection, not you who doesn't keep your promise. Besides, if Langjun dies, do you think I can still live? "
There was a faint smile on her face, and she seemed very calm. She had just experienced life and death, and only then did she know that life was precious and death was terrifying. But it was also because of this that Hu Qing was more open-minded.
She had even experienced death, so what was there to be afraid of?
Duobao looked at Hu Qing and then at Hu Lan. He finally made up his mind. His ghostly figure flashed again, and he flew toward Zhao Yun.
He wanted to shatter those lousy swords with one punch, and then smash those women into pieces.
"You're very fast, but it's a pity."
Han Xiu laughed coldly again.
Duobao suddenly felt his body turn sluggish. He lowered his head in surprise, only to see a fiery red short sword stabbed into his chest.
It was a sword as red as blood.
He had rushed to help his junior brother, but he was sneakily attacked by Han Xiu's dark water sword. He had been prepared, but he still underestimated that woman.
What a fast sword, what a ruthless killing intent. So this Han Xiu Shui's cultivation was not simple!
The sword was suddenly pulled out, and with Han Xiu Shui's cold smile, Duobao's hot blood sprayed out.
Duobao's tall body suddenly fell from the sky.
"If this woman did not rely on the invisible sword formation, I definitely would not have been hit by her sword. I don't accept this! "
The angry and unwilling cries of "Yiwu" reverberated in the forest, but it was of no use.
Han Xiushui's zhenqi alone was even more terrifying than the combined zhenqi of her thirty-one disciples. The zhenqi of the Art of Living Breathing entered Duobao's body through the wound and instantly sealed his meridians, rendering him unable to move.
"Okay, you two little bitches, do you also want to fight to the death?"
Han Xiu Shui smiled coldly as she appeared from nothingness, the Kunwu sword in her hand still dripping with Duobao's hot blood.
After all, the information she received could not be updated in real time like online novels, and there was no need to update it every day, so she did not know that the two beautiful women in front of her had the potential to kill people in seconds.
If she knew, she would not have shown herself.
Although her swordsmanship was high, her status was even higher, so she had always cherished her life. Unless it was absolutely necessary, she would not take the risk. After all, she had many disciples to do it for her.
Unfortunately, Hu Qing had not recovered her vital energy, and Hu Lan had not reached the second level of the Soul Rapture Hand, so they could only look at the sneering Han Xiu Shui with disdain.
Han Xiu Shui took a step forward. "Oh, you little bitch, aren't you very talkative? Could it be that fear can make a person mute? "
Hu Qing grabbed Hu Lan's hand, indicating that her sister did not need to struggle in vain, and did not need to be angered. This Han Xiu Shui's swordsmanship was not simple. Even if they fought to the death, they would only be humiliating themselves.
Being at a disadvantage would not solve any problems, and would only cause more suffering.
Hu Lan accepted her sister's suggestion without any hesitation. She did not say anything, and only looked coldly at Han Xiu Shui.
Unlike Zhao Yun, the people of the Heavenly Fox Clan were not so stubborn. Hu Qing and her sister were able to cooperate with the Lord of Solitary Cloud City and the former Lord of Solitary Cloud City for many years because of this trait.
Hu Qing and her sister remained silent. Han Xiushui, on the other hand, became even more arrogant after gaining the upper hand. She carefully observed the two sisters' almost identical beautiful faces and clicked her tongue in admiration. "To be honest, such faces make me very jealous. Not only me, I think my disciples are also very jealous. So if I cut your little faces, my disciples will not object, and will be very happy. "
The short and narrow Kunwu Sword flashed with cold light, reflecting the frightened expressions and trembling bodies of Hu Qing and her sister.
Only then did Hu Qing realize that people who had died once weren't afraid of anything.
Not to mention beautiful women, even for an ordinary woman, the threat of disfigurement was definitely more terrible than death.
Han Xiu Shui was also a beautiful woman, so she could not think of anything more interesting and exciting than disfigurement of two beautiful women.
Zhao Yun heard Han Xiu Shui's slightly evil sneer. He knew that Hu Qing and her sister were in trouble, but because of the many swords on his head, he could not even breathe, let alone look back at his beloved.
The image of Hu Qing and Hu Lan clinging to each other, trembling in fear, appeared in his mind. Then, he saw a sharp dagger getting closer and closer, mercilessly carving thousands of holes into Wu Xia's flawless face.
"No!"
Zhao Yun shouted angrily, but his voice only roared in the sea of consciousness. He had been tortured to the point that he could not make a sound.
The even stronger thirty-one strands of the Art of Living Breathing gathered in his body, occupying his dantian, slaughtering his meridians, and taking over his body. They had become the true master, willfully controlling Zhao Yun's pain.
Northgate Chuixue was ready to attack, but after all, he did not make a move. He wanted to wait a little longer.
It was not until he saw Zhao Yun's shocking sword that Northgate Chuixue liked this young man from the bottom of his heart for the first time.
The son-in-law of the Ye family of Ding Lin was definitely not ordinary. Relying on the resources of the Ye family of Ding Lin, even an ordinary person with no cultivation talent could rely on pills to become a Golden Elixir expert. However, as a peak Mahayana expert, Northgate Chuixue did not want the young lady he had watched grow up to marry an ordinary person.
Zhao Yun had killed Old Man Wu Chen in a matter of seconds. But, such a result paled in comparison to Ye Feng's. In fact, it wasn't even worth mentioning. Therefore, North Gate Chui Xue didn't think that Zhao Yun was that great either.
He protected Zhao Yun only because she was the person that the young master wanted him to protect, the person that the Ye family of Ding Lin wanted to protect, and not the person that Northgate Chuixue liked to protect.
It was only when Zhao Yun used the move "My Decline Is My Age" that Northgate Chuixue was completely stunned.
Such a sword technique at such a young age represented infinite possibilities in the future.
In this world, only Ye Feng could compare to such talent.
Northgate Chuixue suddenly liked such a son-in-law.
Although Zhao Yun could not make every sword move have such power for the time being, her foundation was already well established. She was like a piece of beautiful jade wrapped in layers of stone. The jade was already in the stone, and as long as she was tempered, she would definitely become a weapon and become a martial arts expert.
She would not be an ordinary expert, nor would she be a Mahayana Tribulation Transcendence expert. She would surpass the peak and break through the limits of heaven and man.
Northgate Chuixue could not achieve such a realm.
He had not given such expectations to anyone other than Ye Feng.
Now, Northgate Chuixue decided to let Zhao Yun give it a try.
Therefore, Northgate Chuixue was still waiting. Adversity was the best teacher, and torture was also the best experience. Every second one stayed on the edge of death, the more one could understand life and death, and the more one had a chance to surpass others and stand proudly at the peak of martial arts.
Northgate Chuixue, who was hidden in the forest, looked at his hand and sighed silently. "It takes a hundred refinements to become steel. Killing and being killed are the most precious experiences."
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