The Beast Hall, as its name implied, was capable of summoning and controlling spiritual beasts for one's own use.
As the Miss of the Beast Hall, Luo Yihong's spiritual pet was naturally not simple.
This little white mink was only the size of a fist, with two pointed ears and a short tail. It was so adorable that people would think it was just an ornamental pet. In fact, its origin was astonishing. It was a strange beast from the nine veins of the North Sea called the Naughty Sea Spiritual Mink. Not only was it as fast as lightning, but it was also born with copper muscles and iron bones. Fire and water could not harm it.
Luo Yihong loved it very much. Since she got it, she did not care about other spiritual beasts. She used the Beast Taming Secret Art to cultivate it. She even gave it the name "Little Sweetheart" and carried it with her at all times.
At this moment, Little Sweetheart jumped onto Han Xiushui's back and pouted, wanting to bite off a piece of meat.
After all, Han Xiushui was a master of a sect. Although she was shocked, she did not panic. She gathered her vital energy from the Art of Breathing and a faint green light appeared on the back of her hand, shaking off Little Sweetheart's vital energy.
"Squeak." Little Sweetheart's small body turned in the air and then jumped towards Han Xiushui's neck.
"You're courting death!" Since they had already shed all pretense of cordiality, Han Xiushui did not hold back. Kunwu Sword flashed like lightning, aiming at the direction of the white mink and fiercely chopped down.
"Bang!"
The sword that could cut through iron like mud hit Little Sweetheart's exquisite body, but it was as if it hit an unbreakable piece of iron. It could not hurt it at all, only sparks flying.
Little Sweetheart took advantage of Han Xiushui's surprise to lower its head and jump, barely passing under the Kunwu Sword. In an instant, it landed in the middle of Han Xiushui's chest. It laughed evilly and waved its two little claws like the wind, one on the left and one on the right. In an instant, it scratched the delicate skin.
That area was not as sensitive as other areas. Han Xiushui hurriedly used her vital energy to push the evil mink away, but the pain was unbearable. She could not help but cry out.
Luo Yihong giggled, shaking her body, flirtatious, "Aiya, it's over. Martial Uncle Han, I forgot to tell you that this little guy's claws contain a strange poison. The skin it scratches will leave a scar forever, and no panacea can remove it. It's fine if it's anywhere else, but that part, sigh, it's just … "
She was calm and unruffled in the midst of chaos as she put her naughty hair back to its original position. She laughed as she scolded, "Good little darling, you're so naughty. Big sister doesn't love you anymore." She seemed to be scolding him, but she couldn't hide her fondness for him.
Han Xiushui was furious and swallowed a hemostasis pill. Her patience had reached its limit and the Breath Preserving Incantation was activated to the highest level. "You will pay for your ignorance with your blood." The Kun Wu Sword was like a violent storm and every move was fatal, wanting to cut the evil sable into pieces.
Little Guai was very agile. Knowing that Han Xiushui's Kunwu Sword, which had accumulated all her power, could not be resisted directly, it used its extremely fast movement speed to turn into a white light and dodge. In the seven-colored sword light, it disappeared in a flash and repeatedly avoided fatal attacks.
Although Han Xiushui's sword was fast, it was always a little late. The fierce sword moves were all dodged by the evil sable.
As a grandmaster of swordsmanship, she used all her skills but still couldn't catch the culprit who destroyed her chest. The more she fought, the more anxious she became.
"I say, Auntie, who just said that she wanted to disfigure her face? Since you're so anxious to disfigure your face, why don't you take off your clothes and let us see this beautiful picture? Is this what you call the most beautiful masterpiece? "
It was Hu Lan who didn't let go of this opportunity to disturb the enemy and sneered. "Although this new beauty doesn't come with good intentions, but from what she said, she more or less has some pity for my brother. It's better than these Mount Shu women who are determined to kill me. Only when two tigers fight can there be an opportunity to plot. It's not too late to use this Luo Yihong to get rid of Han Xiushui and then find a way to escape. "
Han Xiushui already lamented that her perfectly maintained chest would no longer have its flawless beauty. When she heard Hu Lan's sarcastic words, she was even more flustered and exasperated. Suddenly, she jumped away from Little Guai's entanglement and flew to Hu Qing's front.
"I can't deal with the Beast Hall, but I can deal with you little bitch! Go to hell! "
Han Xiushui's sword was like the wind. She finally found a target to vent her anger and hysterically burst out with terrifying power.
The murderous aura was so strong that it firmly locked onto Hu Lan's Qi, not giving her a chance to escape.
Han Xiushui lost face at the Beast Hall and had to get back at Hu Lan. Her humiliation and anger also had to be washed away with blood.
Hu Lan's beautiful face turned pale. She didn't expect that her ridicule would backfire and lead the disaster to herself. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah!"
Hu Qing didn't even think and blocked in front of her sister, reliving the fear of death.
"Ah!"
Han Xiushui also exclaimed at the same time.
Han Xiushui's murderous aura was filled with accumulated power, but she didn't manage to stab out.
Hu Lan looked up in surprise and saw that Han Xiushui had fallen to the ground in pain. Blood kept flowing out of her back.
Hu Lan didn't understand and asked, "Sister, this is?"
"Langjun! It was Langjun who saved us! "
Hu Qing's eyes flickered with excitement and excitement. They flickered with the light of disbelief and the urge to cry.
Han Xiushui also turned her head in disbelief. She saw the youth who should've been sitting and waiting for death holding the black sword and coldly looking at her.
"There's only one outcome for those who dare to touch my woman."
Amidst his domineering words, Zhao Yun suddenly raised his sword and quickly turned it in front of his head.
"Ding ding dong dong" sounds were endless. The thirty-one swords pressing on his head, piercing his shoulders and pressing against his back all broke.
"How, how could this be?"
Han Xiushui couldn't understand. The thirty-one girls also couldn't understand.
How could the dying Zhao Yun do such a thing?
If not for Han Xiushui's orders to bring Zhao Yun alive to Martial Uncle Biyun, if not for the fact that she deliberately suppressed the power of the Life Art, Zhao Yun would've been a dead person.
But it was this person who was about to die that no one would have been prepared for, who had suddenly injured Han Xiushui and broken the sword formation cage so easily?
No wonder this youth had been holding his sword so tightly.
As expected, he didn't give up.
Like the most tenacious piece of jade, it couldn't be erased no matter how hard it tried. Even if it was charred and destroyed, it would still rise from the ashes.
When the flames of tribulation don't extinguish, the jade is solid; when the ashes rise from the ashes, the thing is waiting for you.
Luo Yihong's eyes lit up. Such a beautiful youth was too surprising and too shocking. "This is a real man. If Saber Young Master sees this Zhao Yun, I think he won't ask such a silly question as why she doesn't like him. "
Zhao Yun pointed his sword at Han Xiushui and said coldly, "There's no need to cry out in pain. Get up and use your Mount Shu swordsmanship. I'll give you a quick death. " His lungs and liver were still in severe pain. His body was already damaged beyond recognition. But he could only grit his teeth and endure, because he still had to use his sword to send Han Xiushui to hell.
His sword just now could've directly killed Han Xiushui, but he didn't do so.
A true swordsman, no matter the situation, would disdain to sneak attack.
He only attacked to protect Hu Qing and her sister, so he only forced Han Xiushui to stop his killing move.
He had to kill Han Xiushui, but he had to kill Han Xiushui in an upright manner.
Speaking of which, the extent of his injury was far greater than Han Xiushui's. Although Han Xiushui's back was hit by the sword energy, he definitely didn't gain any advantage.
One had to know that the vital energy of the Four Symbols had already merged into Zhao Yun's blood and meridians. Although the vital energy in his Dantian was emptied due to the use of "My Decline Is Actually My Age", it could be recovered with a little rest.
When the vital energy from the Art of Living Breathing continuously entered Zhao Yun's body, wherever it passed, not even a blade of grass grew. However, it forgot that this Dantian originally had a master.
The vital energy from the Art of Living Breathing didn't have any self-awareness. It seemed to be firmly grasping the initiative, but in fact, it went in the opposite direction. It actually stirred up a little Taiji spiritual heart in the Wuji bloodline, creating something out of nothing.
The five elements had yet to arrive, the parents had yet to arrive, the true body of the void, everything returned to its original state. This was the innate spiritual heart of the Taiji. It was divided into Yin and Yang, giving birth to the Four Symbols and the Eight Trigrams.
The Art of Living Breathing was originally comprehended by the ancestors of Mount Shu from the circle of Taiji. Influenced by the spiritual heart of the Taiji spiritual heart, it instantly turned from a violent to a placating one. From a guest to a master, it was stripped of the strange techniques of Mount Shu and returned to the vital energy of Heaven and Earth, quietly returning to a state of harmony.
Zhao Yun felt that the vital energy of the Four Symbols in his body quietly condensed again. He finally had the strength to fight, and was overjoyed.
Coincidentally, the disciples of Mount Shu were staring intently at the battle between Han Xiushui and the spiritual sable. They unknowingly let down their guard. He finally seized this opportunity to circulate the vital energy of the Four Symbols and forced Han Xiushui away with a sword. At the same time, he used "Wu Palace's Hidden Path of Flowers and Plants". With just one sword, he broke through the encirclement of the thirty-one swords.
Without the swords, he couldn't use the Deep Cloud Shadow Sword Formation anymore. These women were no longer a threat.
Only Han Xiushui was left.
Han Xiushui suffered a series of blows. Her face was pale, not knowing whether it was from pain or anger. She struggled to stand up and looked around. She saw that Luo Qihong was deep in thought, the Elephant Warrior of the Ferocious Tiger Hall was glaring at her covetously, and her dozens of disciples were picking up their broken swords in panic and looking at her timidly.
And that young man holding the sword was cold and arrogant, like a judge of fate, giving her an ultimatum of death without any explanation.
Suddenly, Han Xiushui was in a trance. "So this Immortal Grove is really not as simple as I thought. These juniors are all so heaven-defying. But, among my disciples, there is not a single one who is capable. They are all trash. Haha. "
She held the Kunwu Sword tightly and walked shakily in front of Zhao Yun. "You don't have to be proud. If you think that this is the limit of Mount Shu, and my limit, then you are gravely mistaken!"
Although Han Xiushui was pampered and had her disciples to do everything for her, and because she didn't have many opportunities to fight, she was immersed in swordsmanship day and night for thirty years. She had a good understanding of swordsmanship.
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